#Again this is a work in progess

[ak-harper-loves-fiction]

"His heart thumps rapidly. Her. The world sways around him and his legs shake. He struggles to maintain balance and his palms go from damp to wet. He looks all around him, sharply changing directions. Nothing, but he can never be too sure."

-From Then and Back Again by A.K. Harper

[onethousxndvoices]

ok gn lmao

[lionbearfox]

rukkhadevata being kind of messy and complicated is SO important to me

[koojks]

note: did someone say.. progess? LOL.. actually maybe i'm lying, but there's definitely a shift. i just love making things difficult . anyways this is my favourite part so far!! so i hope u enjoy :)

wc: 4.5k

The library is too bright. 

Sunlight filters through the massive windows, stretching across the wooden tables, in long, golden streaks. The usual midday crowd is here. Groups huddled around textbooks, hushed voices discussing equations, and the rhythmic tapping of fingers against keyboards filling the space. 

It’s louder than last time. 

That night, it had been quiet, still, empty. There were no distractions. However, this time, it’s much busier, the atmosphere is different. But that’s not the problem. 

The problem is him. 

Jungkook is already here. 

You’re not sure why, but the fact of it bothers you slightly. 

Maybe it’s because you had counted on at least ten minutes of peace before he inevitably strolled in with some half-assed excuse for being late. That’s how it worked. That’s how it’s supposed to work. Maybe because it feels like a bit of a ‘fuck you’ call, to do this after last time, when he left you alone for almost an hour. 

But, nonetheless. he’s here. 

Sitting at the same table as before. Settled, sleeves pushed up, one arm stretched lazily over the back of a chair. His laptop open, notebook flipped to a page with actual notes on it. Pen twisting slowly between his fingers. 

Like he’s been here. 

Like he’s been waiting. 

You don’t pause, you don’t let it show that it throws you off. Instead, you pull out the chair across from him. and drop into it unceremoniously. 

“You’re early.” 

Jungkook doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t even look up at first. 

“Or maybe you’re late.” he says, pen now tapping against his notebook. 

Your eyes narrow at his response. “That’s a bold accusation for someone who could barely show up last session.” 

That gets his attention. 

He tilts his head slightly, finally glancing at you. The pen between his fingers, twirling once more before stopping entirely. 

“People change.” He says simply. 

You let out a scoff, opening your laptop. “Yeah? Since when?” 

Jungkook shrugs, a small smile on his lips. “Since right now.” 

You don’t dignify that with a response, choosing instead to pull up the project document and start working. 

Jungkook doesn’t push it. 

Which is weird. 

Normally he’d drag things out. Argue simply to hear himself talk. Prove a point that never needed proving in the first place. 

But today, he just exhales through his nose, clicks on the document, and begins writing once again. 

You’re not sure what to do with that. 

So, you don’t do anything at all. 

You fall into a rhythm. 

The scratching of pen against paper. The quiet, muted clacks of your keyboard. The weight of silence hanging between you. Not unbearable, but not exactly comfortable either. 

Jungkook is actually working. 

Which in itself is suspicious. 

You keep waiting for something. For him to sigh dramatically, roll his eyes, complain. 

But he doesn’t 

Instead, he seems rather focused. His jaw tenses slightly when he reads through something. Playing with the piercing on his lip relentlessly. You notice his fingers tapping lightly against the table, before he crosses something out and rewrites it. 

It’s almost more annoying than when he wasn’t trying at all. 

Because at least when he’s an asshole, its predictable. You almost expect it from him. it’s become the not so pleasant dynamic between the both of you. Natural, almost. 

Now? You don’t know what the hell to do with this. 

The silence stretches. 

But for some reason, your attention is situated on him. 

Jungkook is sitting back now. Gaze trained on his laptop screen. His posture casual, like he’s barely paying attention, but his brows furrow slightly when he reads something. His sleeves are still pushed up high, exposing the veins running down his forearms, wrist flicking as he scribbles something in the margins of the notes. 

It’s annoying. 

He’s annoying. 

“Stop staring.” 

You blink. “Excuse me?” 

Jungkook doesn’t even look up. “You’re staring.” 

You roll your eyes. “I was just lost in thought.” 

He hums, finally meeting your gaze. “Thinking about me?” 

The words come out of his mouth so easily, so smoothly, that it barely registers at first. But something in the way he says it. expectant. certain. like its obvious, makes your lips part slightly before you shut your mouth again. 

Because of course he thinks that. 

Of course, he expects people to think about him. 

Jungkook isn’t just anyone on campus, you know this. people know him. He’s popular, sought after. The type of guy whose name runs in passing conversations, whose presence automatically shifts the energy in a room. 

And he knows it. 

Which is probably why he’s looking at you like he’s right. Like he’s waiting for you to admit it. The realization hits. 

And then, just as quickly, it pisses you off. 

Jesus Christ. 

“Don’t flatter yourself.” You mutter, shaking your head, diverting your attention to your laptop.” You’re insufferable.” 

Jungkook grins, but something flickers behind his expression. It’s gone before you can process it. You don’t have time to dwell on it anyway. You don’t particularly care. 

Instead, you both fall back into your work. 

A while passes before Jungkook speaks again. 

“You look exhausted.” 

The words land softly, almost too casual, like he’s barely paying attention. But when you glance up, his eyes are already on you. 

It makes you feel strange. 

Your fingers hesitate over the keyboard before you sigh gently, shaking your head. “Long week.” 

Jungkook doesn’t reply right away. 

Instead, he leans back, stretching his arms over his head, before dropping them loosely by his sides. His jaw shifts, like he wants to say something else, but he doesn’t. 

The silence feels endless until— “You should rest more.” 

It’s so unexpected, so out of place, that your brain stutters for a second. 

You blink “What?” 

Jungkook shrugs and brings his attention back to his notes, breaking the eye contact you two shared, as if he said nothing at all. “Just saying, you’re zoning out.”

There’s nothing teasing in his tone. no smugness. no lazy amusement. 

Just an observation. 

Which somehow makes it worse. 

You don’t reply. Just go back to your screen, ignoring the way your chest tightens slightly. 

Not awkward. not tense. 

Just... different. 

Your focus is slipping. 

It’s subtle at first. The words on your screen blur together, your fingers hesitate over your keyboard, eyes flickering towards the time in the corner of your laptop screen. You have no idea what the last thing you even typed was. 

The last hour has bled into itself. 

The steady rhythm of researching, analyzing, summarizing, feels excruciatingly repetitive now. Your neck aches faintly, your posture has collapsed slightly and there’s a dull hum in your brain that wasn’t there before. 

You weren’t lying when you had told Jungkook it had been a long week. This project may have drained you mentally, sure. But class work was slowly piling up. and most nights had been an array of dark rooms and bright screens, ensuring you don’t fall behind in any subject. You were tired... 

You flex your fingers, stretching them against the table.

Five seconds. 

That’s all you need. 

So, without really thinking about it, you grab your phone. It’s instinct, a small break, a way to reset before diving back into the mundane mess that is waiting for you. 

But before you even unlock it, the screen lights up. 

A message. 

Taehyung: Jimin said you’re still at the library like a LOSER 

Taehyung: hurry up, movie night. i already picked something none of you are gonna like 

You exhale, unlocking your phone, thumbs hovering over the keyboard. 

You: how does it feel being the most unbearable person I know 

The response is almost immediate. 

Taehyung: sexy of me tbh. 

Taehyung: don’t take 500 years getting here. love u xoxo 

You scoff quietly, shaking your head. what an idiot 

It’s nothing urgent, just him being him. but your fingers move anyways, tapping out a reply. It’s supposed to be quick. 

But then another text comes through. 

And another. 

And before you realize it, your focus has completely shifted. 

“Having fun?” 

The words cut through the silence, taking away from your distraction. 

Your fingers pause over your phone screen before you look up. 

Jungkook isn’t looking at you directly. His chin rests against his palm, elbow propped up on the table, gaze flickering lazily between his work and you. 

Casual. Flat. 

But seemingly annoyed. 

You stare at him. “What?” 

Jungkook nods towards your phone. “Are we done studying now hm? Should I start scrolling on twitter too?” 

You scoff, locking your phone and placing it back on the table. “It was one message.” 

“Right.” his pen rolls between his fingers. “Just one.” 

You exhale sharply, crossing your arms and boring your eyes into his. “Not that it's any of your business.” 

Jungkook doesn’t look impressed. 

He also doesn’t look away. 

Instead, his fingers tap once against the table before he speaks again. 

“Just Taehyung?” 

You nod slowly. “Yeah.” 

Jungkook hums under his breath. “Figures.” 

Your jaw clenches slightly at his passive comment. “What does that mean?” 

He leans back in his chair, stretching his arms and biting at his lip ring once again. a small smile appearing on his face. His gaze flicks towards you- bored, amused. 

“Should’ve expected this. Not like you have many other friends.” 

Your jaw almost drops. What a dick. 

“You are so annoying.” 

Jungkook smirks. “Am I wrong?” 

You glare. “Yes.” 

“Alright.” He leans forward, arms resting on the table. “Name three.” 

“Fuck you.” 

Jungkook grins, bright smile showing. like he found the outmost joy in taking the piss out of you. “That’s the reaction of someone with exactly two friends.” 

You consider throwing your pen at him. But before you can, your phone vibrates again. 

You glance down. Another text from Taehyung. 

Taehyung: Jimin's already on his way. u better be too 

Jungkook notices. His smirk drops, barely. And then, like it’s nothing, he shifts once again in his chair. 

“What’s so important that you’ve given up on studying anyways.” 

You shrug. unlocking your screen again, all focus on your phone as you reply. “He invited me over for movie night.” 

Jungkook pauses. Falters slightly. “...Ah.” 

You look up at him. “What.” 

Jungkook rolls his shoulders, eyes flickering to the window, staring intently at the trees. acting as unbothered as one possibly can. “Yeah. He mentioned something to me earlier. Thought it was just gonna be me and him.” 

Something about the way he says it, makes you feel weird. 

Not annoyance. 

Not jealousy. 

Just… something. 

“He probably just forgot to tell you.” 

Jungkook hums, clicking his pen a few times. “Yeah.” He mutters. “Guess so.” 

The moment stretches too long before you decide to let it go. 

The library has emptied out by the time you both start gathering your things. Pens clicking shut, laptops closing with a quiet snap, bags slung over shoulders. Jungkook moves slower than usual, like he’s almost not in a rush to leave. 

Maybe you aren’t either. 

Finally stepping outside, the air is colder than before, the sun is still out, barely, sky cloudy, thick with something unspoken. 

Jungkook is already half a step ahead of you when he speaks. 

“You need a ride?” 

You pause. Almost falter. He says it so casually, that for a second, it didn’t even fully register in your brain. Or maybe it’s because why the fuck would he say that? 

“You glance up at him, eyes trained on his face. “What?” 

Jungkook exhales, as if he regrets this already. “A ride. To our place?” 

You’re still processing this. You blink, thrown off. “You’re offering me a ride?” 

Jungkook scoffs. “No. I’m asking you if you want to freeze.” 

You hesitate. Not because you don’t want the lift. but because he’s the one offering. 

A week ago, he hadn’t. 

It was raining then, pouring actually. Much worse weather than it was today. Your backpack was literally soaked through. clothes clinging heavily to your skin, and Jungkook had barely spared you a glance before heading off that day, never mind a word. 

And now, he was here, offering. 

You shift on your feet. “Why?” 

Jungkook looks at you, no emotion can be found behind his eyes, but he doesn’t break the contact you two share. 

“Because I live there.” He mutters, adjusting the strap on his bag. “And I’d be kind of a dick to make you walk, especially since we are going to the same place. I’m not that awful you know.” 

It’s casual. Thrown out like it’s an afterthought. But something about it sticks. 

You suppose it’s better not to dwell on it, you’ve spent a lot of time with this man in the last week. Instead, you nod, messing with the rings on your fingers as a makeshift distraction. “Fine.” 

Jungkook doesn’t respond, he nods slightly and continues walking to his car. 

This time not ahead of you, but next to you. 

The walk to his car feels longer, and it’s quiet. almost too quiet. 

The air is slowly getting colder, crisp and sharp, slipping through the fabric of your jacket as the two of you make your way through the dimly lit parking lot. The sky has shifted a lot in a short amount of time. It’s now a deeper shade of blue, the last remnants of daylight stretching across the sky in streaks of orange and violet. 

Jungkook doesn’t say anything, doesn’t glance at you, just unlocks the car with a silent click of his key, and takes himself to the driver's side like this is totally normal. 

But it’s not normal. 

Not for either of you. 

Because despite sharing the same friend group, and spending several hours together for this group project, this is really the first time you’ve spent with each other truly alone. with no obligations. No one else is around, no distractions. 

And that feels noticeable. 

You hesitate briefly before opening the passenger door and sliding into the seat. The car smells clean, like leather, with something sharper underneath. Probably his cologne. It lingers enough to make you feel somewhat hyper aware of this unpredicted situation. 

Jungkook doesn’t start the car right away. He takes his time, adjusts his seat, and shifts around slightly, fingers drumming softly against the steering wheel. 

You get the feeling he’s waiting for you to do or say something first. 

So, you pull out your phone. Deciding it’s the simplest way to avoid such an awkward situation. Scrolling mindlessly, pretending he’s not here. 

The silence stretches. And for some strange reason he doesn’t put on music. Maybe he’s just focused, or maybe he’s equally aware of how strange this moment is. 

You don’t really like the thought of that. 

Jungkook exhales, sharp but quiet. “You always this easy to shut up?” 

You glance at him. “You always this desperate to hear my voice?” 

His jaw tenses, but he doesn’t take the bait. Rather, he finally starts the car, and the low rumble of the engine fills the silence between you two. 

As he pulls out of the parking lot, the streetlights flicker one by one, illuminating the inside of the car softly. The passing headlights of other cars on the road cascade over Jungkook’s profile, enhancing the sharp outline of his jaw, the dim sparkle of his piercing, and the soft look in his eyes, as they flick between the road and the rearview mirror. 

You’re not too sure why you notice. Or why you’re suddenly so aware of the way the lights move on his skin, shifting with each passing second. Maybe it’s because for once, he’s not being insufferable. 

Or maybe it’s because you’ve never had the chance to look before. 

Whatever the reason it, it weighs on you for a moment, it feels quite unsettling. 

“You’re quieter when we’re not arguing.” 

You blink, snapping out of it. “Huh?” 

He doesn’t glance at you, just focuses intently on the road. “Feels weird. I think you’re more annoying when you’re silent.” 

You scoff. “Maybe I just don’t have anything to say to you.” 

“Yeah?” He lets out a quiet laugh. “That’s a first.” 

His fingers drum idly against the gear shift. “You spend half of your time arguing with me. What? do you just pick and choose when to bite back?” 

You roll your eyes. “I argue with you because you are so difficult with me.” 

He smirks slightly, flicking on his turn signal. “Right.” 

The silence that follows is different to the last. Less tense, but still not comfortable. Like something has shifted, and neither of you really know how to place it. 

You turn toward the window, watching the city move past. The glow of the streetlights flash in and out of view, the scenery calming. 

Jungkook exhales sharply through his nose. You’re too busy looking out of the window to think much of it. Until he speaks again 

“You look better when you’re not scowling you know.” 

Your fingers twitch. 

It’s not a compliment. Not really. 

But from the way he usually speaks to you? he basically sung your praise. 

A second passes. Then another. You don’t say anything. 

He clears his throat. “Not that I care or anything.” 

You exhale a short laugh, shaking your head as you turn to look at him. “You’re so annoying.” 

“Tragic for you.” 

The weight of something lingers. You feel it in the quiet that follows once again, in the way the streetlights blur outside, in the way Jungkook’s fingers tighten around the steering wheel before he finally pulls into the street of his flat.

Neither of you speak when he parks. 

That moment. Whatever it was. Ends. 

Jungkook shuts off the engine, unbuckles his seatbelt, and steps out of his car without a word. You take a second longer before following. 

The cold air outside does something to shake off whatever that drive was. Not entirely, but it seems to make you feel lighter. 

Jungkook walks ahead to the apartment building, he doesn’t wait for you, but he doesn’t rush either. Just moves at his usual pace, knowing you’ll follow. 

By the time you reach the door, he unlocks it, pushes it open, and steps aside without looking at you. 

“Go ahead,” he says quietly. 

You do. 

And as soon as you step inside. As soon as the familiar scent of their apartment settles in your lungs, you come to realize. That shift that started in the car? 

It followed you inside. 

The apartment door clicks shut behind you, enclosing the warmth of the space. It’s The kind of warmth that is created by the energy of people who exist comfortably, peacefully. 

The scent of something woody and citrusy lingers in the air, more than likely one of Taehyung’s candles that he has forgotten to blow out. The lighting is slow, softened by the faint blue glow of the TV screen, casting soft shadows across the room. 

There’s a familiarity here. In a home that isn’t yours, but for some reason it just feels like it belongs to the people in it. 

Taehyung is in the kitchen, stirring something lazily in a mug. Tea, you assume. His sleeves bunched up to his elbows. Jimin is draped across a couch. stretched out like he owns it, one arm thrown behind his head while he mindlessly scrolls on his phone. The two of them don’t look up immediately when you and Jungkook step inside. 

Finally, Jimin glances up, gaze flicking between the two of you, his mouth slowly quirking into an amused smile. 

“Oh, that’s cute.” 

Jungkook doesn’t even entertain it. 

He doesn’t pause, doesn’t react. just exhales loudly thought his nose and heads straight to the kitchen. opening the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water. Like he needs to do something to drown out this conversation. 

Your brows furrow. “What is?” 

Jimin gestures vaguely in your direction with his phone. “You guys showed up together.” 

You blink. “We literally came from the same place.” 

Taehyung hums, lifting his mug and taking a slow sip. “And now you’re arriving at the same place.” 

Jimin nods. “Together.” 

Jungkook exhales sharply from the kitchen, muttering something under his breath. 

Taehyung just grins, setting down his mug on the counter. “Relax, we’re just making an observation.” 

Jimin smirks. “Yeah, there’s no problem, right?” 

You shake your head, ignoring them as you make your way towards the couch. 

“I hate you both.” 

Jimin lifts his hands in surrender. “And yet, here you are.” 

The apartment settles into a peaceful rhythm. 

The soft rustling of Taehyung flipping through movie choices. The occasional complaint from Jimin about every option. The background hum of the city filtering through the windows. 

Jungkook is still in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, sipping his water like it’s giving him something to do. His presence isn’t loud. He’s always had this ability to take up space without really demanding attention, and for some reason, you feel it today. 

Jimin stretches out on the floor now, crossing his arms behind his head as he watches Taehyung cycle through movies at a painfully slow pace. 

Casually, without diverting his attention, he speaks up. 

“You good man?” 

Jungkook barely reacts. 

Just shifts his weight slightly against the counter, his jaw tensing for a split second before he scoffs. 

“What are you talking about.” 

Jimin finally lifts his head, studying him for a second. Then shrugs. “Dunno. You just seem-” 

Jungkook interrupts, exhaling and tilting his head back slightly. “I’m fine.” 

Jimin's lips twitch. “Defensive.” 

Jungkook doesn’t answer. Just takes another slow sip of his water, like he’s done with the conversation. But something about it lingers. 

You sink into one on the couches, leaning slightly against the armrest. It’s comfortable, cozy. Everyone is settled in. 

Besides Jungkook. 

He eventually moves away from the kitchen, walking lazily towards the living room. However, you can’t help but feel what he’s doing is calculated. He doesn’t sit next to Jimin on the floor, you suppose he’d sit on the couch with Taehyung if he wasn’t outright lying across the whole thing. 

But he sits next to you.

It’s not an event, it’s not a moment, but you recognize it. You feel it. 

The apartment settles into silence as the movie begins, the glow of the screen covering the room in flickering shadows. It’s a thriller. Quiet, straightforward. The kind of film that thrives on tension rather than action. It’s quite boring, in all honesty. But you watch it, nonetheless, trying to make sense of whatever is happening on the screen. 

You move slightly, adjusting into the cushions, letting the film pull your focus. Not paying much mind to what you’re doing really. And then it happens. 

Not a deliberate movement. Not something intentional. 

Just a shift. 

A slow, unthinking action, as you attempted to settle more comfortably into your space. Except when you moved, your leg presses against Jungkook’s. 

Not a graze, or a fleeting touch. 

It settles there. 

You can feel the warmth of his body seeping to yours. Neither of you move. 

Not right away. 

Not even when the moment stretches too long, to the point where it’s no longer an accidental touch. When the weight of it becomes something tangible, something felt. 

Jungkook doesn’t tense. He doesn’t move away. He just...let's it exist. 

And so do you. 

For a second you tell yourself you’re imagining the heaviness of it. That if you really acknowledge it, like you are, then it will make it a thing, and neither of you are in the business of making things a thing. 

You are so weirdly lost in the thought of it, until Jimin notices. 

It’s not loud, not obnoxious. 

Just a slow, downward glance. A flicker of recognition, before his lips curve upward, smirk barely concealed. 

“Interesting.” he whispers. 

Jungkook shifts. 

And suddenly, the space made it enough to mean nothing. 

The warmth lingers, for a moment. and neither of you so much as look in the direction of each other. But what just happened, felt like you acknowledged each other in a way that isn’t spoken with words. 

The movie presses forward, progressing at a horrifically slow pace. But you aren’t following at all. 

The atmosphere in the room feels weird. Though nothing has particularly happened to warrant it. It’s still the same dim lighting, the same quiet dialogue on screen, the same people sharing the same space. But something feels off. 

Jungkook hasn’t moved much since shifting away earlier, but there’s something about the way he’s sitting now. It’s subtle, but there’s a quiet stiffness to his posture, and a tenseness in his hands where they rest awkwardly in his lap. 

You all watch in silence, some more entertained than others. Until, his phone buzzes. 

It’s quiet, hardly noticeable beneath the hum of the film, but you see it. 

See the way his fingers tighten around the device, the way his gaze flickers down, almost intently, reading something that doesn’t change his expression, but does something. 

It’s brief, the way his thumb swipes over the screen, but the glow of the notification illuminates long enough that you catch it. 

A name. 

One you don’t recognize. 

But then again, why would you? 

Because the second he registers it, he moves. 

Jungkook exhales, sitting forward like he’s making this decision in real time, like he’s choosing his next action in a way that isn’t completely thought through. 

He doesn’t make much of a scene. No explanation given. Just rises from the couch, too smooth, deliberate. almost practiced. 

For a second, no one else reacts. You suppose This is something he does often by the lack of bother from Jimin and Taehyung. 

Until Jimin finally glances up, a hint of what you can only assume is disgust in his face. His brows furrowing slightly. “Right now?” 

Jungkook doesn’t make eye contact with anyone in the room, attention focused anywhere else. He just shrugs, fingers still curled around his phone, as he makes his way toward the door. 

“Yeah.” 

No details, no offer the clarify. 

He picks up his keys from the counter, spinning them idly in his fingers before turning toward the door. And he’s gone before anyone can say anything else. 

The door clicks shit behind him, cutting through the quiet of the apartment like a knife. 

You exhale, shifting in your seat once again, almost like you’re trying to shake something off, something strange that feels like it’s lingering in the air. 

It’s almost nothing, but it’s not. You continue watching the film, feeling just a bit unsettled. 

The only issue being that you don’t know why. 

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[anki-of-beleriand]

A heart Made of Glass ch. 13

Summary: Ten years ago you left Wanda and the Avengers to heal your broken heart. You never stopped being a hero, just as you never stopped being in love with her. But life had to go on.

Now, after all that time, she is back and with her is a young woman needing help and an enemy that may not be as afraid as Wanda to lay a claim on you.

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Powered!F!Reader - Scarlet Witch x PoweredF!Reader - Past Wanda Maximoff x Vision

Warnings: Angst, drama, mentions of cheating, fluff, violence, smut, Switch!Reader, internalize homophobia, hurt, comfort, Wanda being a complete mess, anger management issues, jealousy, Requited/Unrequited love, idiots in love, swearing, mentions of alcohol. More tags as the story progess.

Author's Note: This story is a continuation of Dirty Little Secret I was really surprised at the response I got for the story, I did all the tags you guys ask for but if I forgot someone please do not hesitate to tell me. Thank you for the support.

Oh, I am back and this chapter is a wrap-up for the confrontation between Reader and Wanda. They had been given a moment of solitude before going back to their own reality, can they really get past through everyting that happened to them in the past?

Please, do remember English is no my mother tongue so forgive my grammar, spelling and funny mistakes.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16 - Chapter 17 - Epilogue

Chapter 13

Can we change the past?

You never imagined this ordeal would end in the way it did.

The universe you left behind came crumbling down under the weight of its own shaky foundations, it became a cold unfitting world that disappear the moment you and the others touched the land of another Universe.

Everything was kind of blurry from the on.

You knew Wanda was taken away, and soon after you were also being carried to a room in which you lost consciousness after your body finally gave up. Your mind didn’t have the time to think about what had happened or what would happen after you were completely recover. You let things happened, and in that time you gave yourself to a blissful mindfulness in which you knew, sooner or later, you would need to face everything you had been running from.

It soon became evident that time was running out, with people coming in and out of your room checking over your physical and mental well-being before asking uneasy questions. Sometimes you would evade those questions, and some others you would give vague answers that would tell the others you were no fool.

You stretched out grasping thin air in your fist, tilting your head you started making a small sequence of Tai Chi you had learnt from Yelena. After more than a week of being in the hospital, you were finally able to feel your body as yours again. Your muscles flexed, and the shadows under your feet stirred with the silent command of your thoughts. You smiled glancing at your reflection through the window, everything was working just fine and you knew you were ready to go back home.

The door behind you cracked, and the knob turned to the left revealing the single figure of Doctor Jean Grey. The woman was beautiful, and her smile was infectious always putting your mind at ease.

“Hello, Y/N, how are you this morning?”

“Doc, I’m doing better now, thank you.” You spined around slowly, the shadows wavering around until they covered your feet, your smile grew cocking your head to follow the lead of your left arm then your right one.

“I certainly felt much better now.”

“I can see that.” The woman smile stepping closer to your bed while placing a single file on the breakfast table.

“Tell me you cam here with good news.”

Jean offered a single smile while taking a seat, she sat waiting for you to settle down on the bed. The room soon filled with silence that was only broken by the busy morning routine right outside your room. You had learnt your room was in one of the busiest wings in the hospital back in the Tower. Wanda had not been that lucky, though.

“Well, I do come with news, if they are good or not depend entirely on you.” Jean could see the change in you, even through the easy smile you wore the young doctor could see you were being overly cautious.

“Okay, I’m listening.”

Doctor Jean Gray sauntered inside the room with a light blush on her cheeks. Her eyes twinkling merrily glancing at the chart in her hands before settling then on you.

For some reason, the reaction of the woman made you squirm uncomfortably. You had been in this universe for two days now, but it wasn't until now that you were forced to go inside the examination room and get yourself a quick check-up. It was quite evident that in this world mutants and superpowered individuals were treated differently, and the rules governing each one of them were set to get control on the population. 

“You seemed rather chirp today, Doc, good news for you or me?”

Jean chuckled, placing the chart on the bed before putting a chair close to the bed.

“It's my anniversary, and I received quite the news today.” She stated tilting her head, you smiled back at her.

“Congratulations, then.” 

Jean nodded, putting a strand of hair out of her face, “thank you.”

“So that would be for you, what about me?” You finally asked leaning forward, your eyes drifting to the chart in your bed.

“Everything seems to be okay.”

“But…?” You arched a brow when Jean leaned back on the chair offering a serious facade.

“You had been quite silent in the last couple of days, keeping yourself out of everyone's way and most importantly,” here Jean stopped as if measuring her words, “your avoidance of your particular predicament has raised some concerns on our end.”

Silence followed such a declaration, you dared to lock eyes with the woman sitting in front of you well-aware of her ability to read beyond your initial thoughts. Jean didn't move nor did she give any indication of breaking into small talk, I stead she seemed to sit there and wait patiently for you to speak.

“I’m not sure I want to have this conversation.” You sighed, lifting a hand to the back of your head, scratching the nape of your neck. “But I guess it is inevitable.”

“It is.” Jean softened her features, grabbing the file she left on your bed, she opened it in a single page while presenting the form to you.

“How…how is she?” Your voice was above a whisper, but it was loud enough for Jean to hear it.

The woman leaned back letting you read the file while she started talking. 

“She is doing better now, trying to recover her magical core had been quite the challenge but our own team of witches and healers had come together to help around.” 

There was nothing much you could do but nod, your eyes drifted to the file with your thoughts trying to focus on a single issue at a time. Ever since the five of you got to that universe everything had been but a blur; your Wanda was taken straight to the hospital and she had been looked after Tony's team back in the Avengers Tower. 

“That's good.”

“I just want to do one last check-up before clearing you up, America has been waiting for you and the twins are very excited as well.” Jean chuckled, standing up making her way to the closest drawer and putting some surgical gloves out. “They seemed to think that having a pair of moms at their disposal would give them some kind of advantage in their mischief.”

You tried to hide your expression from the other woman, but it was inevitable. Jean offered a sympathetic smile while getting to work. 

“They are just children…” you mumbled feeling your body warm up, your muscles twitching just as Jean started testing your reflex. “I don't think they understand that much.”

“Mm, you would be surprised how much Billy and Tommy understand about the situation.” Jean leaned back, lifting her left hand and letting it hover right on top of your forehead. “They are pretty smart, and sensitive.”

You pressed your lips together not wanting to go into a discussion. Not that you could raise any arguments against that statement, you had noticed just how sensitive they were and how smart they were. They had come that first time into your room calling you mom without a care in the world, telling you about their day while also making you aware of how they had sneaked in to see you and Wanda.

Your counterpart had been amused by your reaction, while her Wanda had been just a tad bit concerned about the confusion the whole situation could create in the children. 

“If I were to be honest, you look more confused than them.”

“You told me you don't read minds unless you have permission.” You replied furrowing your brows, Jean had the sense of looking embarrassed but never lost her smile when looking back at you.

“You kind of scream that thought at me, sometimes it is inevitable.”

Jean then leaned back, grabbing your file and writing some notes down. 

“I think you're ready to go.” Jean cocked her head when the first thing you did was jump down the bed and go to the closest chair holding your clothes. “But Wanda…”

You winced, grabbing your clothes tightly before turning around, this time around Jean was looking serious, her eyes gleaming lightly.

“What about Wanda?”

The silence grew around the both of you, your body was already tensing the muscles you would need to run. Jean opened her mouth only to close it again as if she didn't know what to say or how to say it. 

“I think you should visit her, it can make a difference in her recovery.”

At the end of the day, this last visit from Jean Grey was just that, another attempt from these people to go to Wanda and make sure she was okay. For you to stop running and face her taking ownership of what would happen next.

It was complicated.

And you were unsure as to how to proceed or what was expected of you.

“Look, I just…”

“MOM!!!!”

Not sooner had you heard such a scream, you found yourself being tackled by a pair of bouncing kids. Your heart skipped a beat with your arms lifted at your shoulders height while the kids had their faces up to look at you with toothy grins. They were quite adorable, and in reality a part of you seemed to just instantly loved them, noticing the likeness they had to Wanda and yourself.

“Okay, guys let’s back up a little, remember what we talked to you about?” 

The room was suddenly very crowded, your counterpart came right in followed by America and Pietro. It became quite apparent that everyone was waiting for Jean to finish her last check-up on you before getting into the room and see how you were doing. You placed your hands on the twin’s heads ruffling their hair playfully while offering a tentative smile. 

“That’s okay, I’m getting used to the enthusiastic greeting.”

“And them calling you mom?” Pietro inquired, quaking his brow while placing his hands in his pockets.

You couldn’t help the little wince, recoiling from the comment with your body turning to the chair and grabbing your clothes once more. Billy and Tommy glanced at one another, with Billy opening his eyes really big while making a gesture with his head. 

“Anyway, I’m just glad to know your good to go, because I was thinking we can go right ahead and get a look around and perhaps…” America started babbling making her way to your bed.

You nodded absentmindedly, your attention drifting for a moment to your counterpart and Jean that had decided to step out of the room to have a small conversation. You couldn’t help but wonder what exactly was going on, and what they were discussing with your thoughts going over and over to the woman that was still unconscious somewhere inside the building. 

Everything was strange in this universe. 

A part of you knew that sooner or later the conversation of Wanda and you going back to your respective reality would come; but it was quite evident everyone was waiting for the right moment to intervene and perhaps get something done. 

“Well, I think you better change so we can get out of here,” Pietro broke your line of thoughts, his eyes gleaming mischievously with his lips curling into a familiar expression. “Billy and Tommy prepare something for you, and I bet you are dying to eat something that isn’t hospital food.”

“You are completely right on that one, I’m going to change and then…you guys can show me a good time.”

You offered a tentative smile, your heart dropping for a moment when the twins cheered babbling non-stop to America and Pietro. For a brief moment you wondered…

…was this what you were missing back home?

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You had been welcomed inside the household of your counterpart. 

This time around, the guest room had been prepared and you could enjoy the joys of a soft bed and a nice view of the backyard while trying to get some sleep. The day had been quite unexpected, with the twins and America being active participants in different forms of conversations and different sets of games and rambles that you were not prepared to share with these people.

You had tried to get away from it, but Billy and Tommy were very adamant on having you close and including you in every single moment of their afternoon. You didn’t fight too hard to not be there, though. After a while you realised Wanda would not be joining the family outing and actually your counterpart ended up being just a good source of geek material that differed from the one you had in your own world. 

Not for a single moment did anyone mention the white elephant in the room.

And for that you were quite grateful.

But now, in the middle of the night with the stars twinkling above your head and everyone sleeping in the house you couldn't help but think about it. Time was running out, sooner or later you would need to go back and face the consequences of what happened back in Norway and in that other universe. 

Sooner or later you would need to face Wanda once more.

“It is pretty late for you to be thinking so loud.” 

You kept your attention on the stars, the room was completely dark which was one of the reasons as to why you knew she had come home already. The young woman took a few steps forward until she was standing beside you, her face turned to the sky with her arms hugging her tightly.

“I just couldn’t go back to sleep.” You shrugged leaning against the wall, your head tilted to the side. “It was quite an exciting day, I think I’m still in a sugar rush.”

Wanda chuckled, lowering her head, her eyes gleaming lightly, turning her attention to you.

“So I heard. The twins really took you everywhere and made sure you taste everything back in the restaurant, didn’t they?”

Your face fell when the memories of that day came back, the twins had never left your side while telling you stories about their adventures. Not for a single moment did they think or even entertained the idea of them not being part of your life in your other world. For them it had been natural to make sure that you and Wanda did not forget about them. That was one of the reasons why it had been a shock for them to find out you and they didn’t know about that restaurant.

“You should tell our other selves about this place, mom! I know they will love it!”

“Yeah, we love it, and you love bringing us here!”

It still burnt that this life was not yours, but there was nothing you could do. 

Wanda could read your thoughts; she could sense your pain and it was something she couldn’t take. Not with you. Wanda dropped her arms, stepping closer to you. Her hand felt warm on your face, brushing away your hair and mapping out the form of your jaw. It was so unexpected you couldn’t help but freeze in place the tension evident in the contraction of your muscles, your left foot stepping back and stopping waiting for the other foot to join. It didn’t happen, though, you stood there waiting for something else to happen. 

“They are good kids.” Your voice trembled at the very end of that sentence, but your eyes never waver in their hold of those green irises.

“They are. They are very much your children as much as they are mine.” Wanda offered a timid smile that soon vanished, whatever hold she had on you broke and the young woman turned around as if ready to leave. 

The tension in your body didn’t leave, and your mind was poking at you uncomfortably pressing over for you to speak. To say something, to ask the question you were dying to ask but didn’t dare to do so. It looked as if nothing else was going to be said that day, as if nothing else was going to happen and you were trying to get a hold of your beating heart when Wanda stopped by the door turning to the side and locking her eyes with yours.

“You will need to face her sooner or later, Y/N.” Wanda let her words sink in, her eyes softening lightly when she could sense the conflict inside of you. 

“Do I have to?” The question left your lips before you could stop it, Wanda lifted her shoulder stepping back. 

“I think you know the answer to that question,” she stated letting out a tired yawn, “what you really need to ask yourself, though is what would happen if that confrontation doesn’t come the way you expect it to be? What if it becomes everything you thought impossible with her? Are you ready to face that conversation? Are you ready to make a decision for you and her?”

You hated the fact this Wanda was so insightful and you hated even more that she was right. That was the real reason as to why you couldn’t sleep, as to why you were trying to bury your emotions and your memories, while also running away from what you were experimenting with. Of the changes that had come knocking on your door all those months ago.

“Have a good night, Y/N, rest and follow your instincts on this one because they…” Wanda left the sentence in the air, and it was you the one to finish it.

“They had never failed me.”

There was a flash of a smile and then Wanda left, closing the door behind her. 

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But trying to follow your instincts was easier said than done.

A part of you knew the meeting was inevitable, after all, the both of you needed to go back to your respective Universe and this would never happen if you two kept on avoiding one another. But then, there was another part, the one you had been carrying with you for far too long, that was afraid of a confrontation that might broke your heart all over again.  

You played with time for as long as you could, taking advantage of Tony’s curiosity and Loki’s infinite questions. You became very helpful of Wong and Hank’s questions, and you couldn’t help but give in the twin’s whims every night before going to bed. Nevertheless, you had the days count on that universe, and it wasn’t as if you really wished to stay. You missed home, and you missed your friends and family; but the final step to get everything ready to go back was something you had never felt ready to do.

On the fifth morning you woke up on a guest room, you knew you couldn't run anymore. America had finished her breakfast and Y/N was reading the paper, no one did or said anything for a moment until you sat at the table with the coffee warming up the mug in your hands.

“Wanda is fully recovered.” Your counterpart stated, never leaving her eyes from the page she was reading, “she is confused, a little weak but ready to talk and go back home.”

“Talk?” You asked a little harsher than you were meant to.

Y/N lifted a single brow, her lips pursing tightly.

“With you.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but a kick on your leg made you stop. America was glaring at you, her head shaking slightly opening her eyes and glancing meaningfully at your counterpart.

“I know, I just…”

Y/N sighed, closing the paper and placing it slowly on the counter. Her eyes pierced you with a gaze filled with emotion, you shifted on the chair trying to look away but unable to do so.

“Whether you want it or not, you will need to have this confrontation. Whatever you are afraid of facing…I think you should get your shit together and face it right away. You are running out of time, and excuses.”

Your counterpart finished her tirade with a slap to the table, shaking her head as she stood up and left the kitchen. You cocked your head until you found America glancing at you.

“I guess there is no running from this, is it?”

America shrugged, biting her lower lip, “I guess not.”

You lowered your eyes to the counter before lifting them to ensure America was paying attention to you.

“Once this is over, are you staying or are you coming back with us?” The question caught her off of guard, America was looking shocked and her mouth tried to form a specific thought but was unable to respond right away.

You chuckled standing up, your hand on her shoulder.

“You would be more than welcome back home, but I know you missed this place greatly.” You squeezed her shoulder before walking away, a single wall of dark shadows spreading before you. “Think about it, America, I'll be back in a few hours and we will talk about me and Wanda going back home.”

“I will think about it.” America mumbled offering a half smile. “Good luck.”

You winked at her trying to show more confidence than you actually felt before crossing over the shadows and disappearing into them. The trip was short, with the shadows embracing you with a cold hold leading through the space until you stepped inside a dimly lit hall.

The place was completely silent, though you could make out the sound of chatter in the distance. You lowered your gaze to the floor, our ears twitching lightly ignoring the rest of the sounds and focusing on your heartbeat.

The last couple of months have been a complete rollercoaster for you. You never imagined, even in your wildest dreams, that Wanda would show at your doorstep with a young woman asking for help. For a very long time, you had put in the back of your mind the confrontation with Wanda. A part of you knew it would come, eventually. But you never intended to be the one to take the first step for the meeting to happen.

When you got to see Wanda face to face, and actually talk to her, your world came crumbling down around you. The barriers you had built around your heart and mind ended up not being as strong and resilient as thought them to be. Your heart still missed a beat at the sound of her laughter, and your hardened façade went away as soon as you saw the suffering and the heartbreak in those green eyes.

Wanda would always be one of your greatest weaknesses. 

And you hated yourself for that.

It was as if your own suffering didn't matter, as long as Wanda was fine and didn't have to feel what you felt. Yet you refused to believe her words or even offer forgiveness for the wrong doings in the past. All of this came crashing down in a single meeting, all the doubts and pain came back, but also the yearning and the confusion you were threatening to overwhelm you and leave you without a way out. 

You took a deep breath, your hand running through your hair helping your uneasiness. You closed for a brief moment, and your mind went blank emptying any thoughts that might come in and make you falter in your actions. The last couple of days, and actually the last couple of months, you had thought about this moment; you had given yourself and her a chance to step aside and let the past in the past and for the both of you ready to face the present without thinking too much about the future.

The room was in complete darkness, the lights were out and the curtains were still closed. You could hear the monitor in the corner, the bed occupied the left side of the room leaving a big sofa and a couple of chairs on the right. Hanging from the wall you could see the TV that was huge enough to almost cover the wall, the only thing that prevented this from happening was the side door leading to the bathroom. Tony was really into luxury, you closed the door behind you a little unsure on how to proceed.

The tension around the room only increased when you felt a pair of eyes on you. It didn't take too long for you to know who it was, you stepped forward making your way to the curtains. 

“Would you mind if I open them up? I prefer the natural light of the day instead of the artificial ones.” You turned lightly, finally locking your eyes with those of Wanda.

Your Wanda.

“That's fine.” She replied, her voice was but a whisper but you could get the strong laced tone that Scarlet used whenever she talked to you.

The room changed under the light of the day, while there was not much sun the sky was cloudless and the position of the tower as well as the floor you two were currently in allowed for the perfect setting for natural light. You glanced around a city that was familiar yet strange, the weight of that stare didn't leave you, not even when you finally turned around to lock eyes with her.

“You look fine.” Wanda lowered her chin, her fingers twitching on top of the bed wanting to do or say something else but unsure where her relationship with you stood at the moment.

“I wasn't that badly injured, but I think I did need the rest.” You took a step forward, then another until you were actually standing beside Wanda.

Wanda hesitated for a moment before moving to the left, she chewed on her lower lip before patting the spot on the bed.

“You can sit here, if … if you want, there is also a chair and…” whatever else Wanda was going to say was cut off by you taking her initial offer of sitting on the bed.

Wanda felt her heart do somersaults, her body tingling at your closeness and the little voice she had come to recognize as Scarlet’s whispering to her telling her to close the distance, to grab your hand, to not let you go. But she held back knowing that her position was precarious at best and whatever you had come to discuss with her needed to be addressed first. 

“How are you?” You fixed your position on the bed, well aware that the only thing you needed was to lower your arm and your hand would be touching Wanda's one. 

“I'm better now, a little sore and getting use to…” here Wanda trailed off with her brows creasing a little, “to be complete, I guess. It's difficult, but I think I am ready.”

Her words held a decisive tone, but her eyes were flashing the doubts running inside her mind. You realised right there and then that nothing much had changed in the last couple of years, there were things you could still read about her. 

“Ready for what?” You asked quietly, Wanda sighed shrugging.

“Going back.” She replied simply. “Getting out of your way, out of your life…I did promise you after all of this was over I wouldn't bother you any more…”

Her words stung your heart, spreading an electrifying pain all through your body until it hit your brain. You didn't understand why, exactly. That had been the deal, to help her out and then get her out of your life. Then, if you knew what was going to happen, how it would end, why were you having these doubts? Why did it hurt?

Wanda was in her own thoughts, a part of her she had tried to suppress, the one she tried to deny stirred in anger. Wanda wanted to speak out, to tell you she didn't want to go and that she certainly didn't want to pretend nothing had happened in the last couple of months. That seeing you had been one of her greatest joys in life, but it had also brought pain and sadness, that being in this universe seeing the twins and facing what could have been…

Without really noticing, tears started falling rolling down her cheeks while her heart shrank with the weight of her emotions. Wanda refused to give in, her fists closing tightly and her tears breaking her composure and without really wanting to she finally broke in front of you.

You observed the full process, the way her face changed and the tears pilling up her eyes. Wanda was trying to bottle up whatever she was feeling, whatever she was thinking. It was so easy to ignore everything the other woman was experiencing; it was easy to hold onto your shared past. 

But this was Wanda.

And you couldn't ignore her. That was the reason why you had to disappear after the breakup.

With a tentative touch, you let your hand fall on top of hers. Your thumb drew circles before leaning in and wrapping her in a hug. Wanda held onto you, her sobs filling the room while her hands tried to grasp your clothes. You didn't say anything, but for some reason you could feel it.

The apology you never allowed her to share with you. The broken heart she had been wearing ever since that day. 

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry…”

Wanda cried and once she started she couldn't stop. Fixing your position on the bed you made sure she was comfortably resting her weight on your left side, putting comforting arms around her while soothing her body with sweet caresses you had dared to make in anyone but her.

Whatever conversation you were meant to have with her, whatever it was you had come to talk to her about soon crumbled under the pressure of her tears and your own feelings for her. 

And just like that, you knew you couldn't let her go.

Not without a real conversation.

And not without a fight.

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Wanda was not completely sure when she fell asleep, but right now she was completely aware of being awake resting on top of you with the warmth and comfort of your presence soothing her soul.

Her body tensed right away, though soon she relaxed into the embrace having noticed your even breathing and the relaxed posture of your body. You had fallen asleep as well and, at some point the both of you had ended up sharing the small hospital bed without anyone coming over to interrupt that moment.

Wanda nuzzled her face against your neck, she wished this was something she would share with you every day. How she had missed waking up in your arms, to see your smile in the mornings and your hyperactive body demand for the morning routine. Everything was so messed up, and she didn't know when she allowed her world to crumble into nothingness.

Her heart trembled with emotion, and her thoughts formed an idea Wanda knew was not completely hers but a figment of Scarlet. 

You have to fight back! You need to get her back! You need to tell her everything we discovered! Everything we know!

Her voice was demanding, yet it held a hint of desperation that Wanda was familiar with. It was the same voice she had woken up to back in the battlefield after the snap, the same one she had heard countless of times whenever she thought about you or a way to recover her life. Everything had been so complicated, yet it could had been so easy to recover her life to actually try to make a change and reconcile with everyone.

There were no more tears in her eyes, and the sadness and sorrow she had lived with all her life was a burden she was tired to carry with her. With some reluctance, Wanda let go of you stirring in the bed while trying to be careful in her movements, she missed your closeness and the warm that your body had provided but it was time for her to stand up.

You need to fight for her, you cannot lose her. Not again.

The voice echoed inside her head, and Wanda knew this time around she couldn’t allow her fears to stop her from at least getting a chance to be your friend. With that thought in mind, Wanda stood on weakened feet gathering her strength before walking towards the closes wardrobe and grabbing some clothes. She gave you one last glance before making her way to the bathroom, she would need to get ready for what would come next.

It was the cold what wake you up.

The cold and the fact you missed the weight of someone resting on your left side, you sighed blinking owlishly while patting the side of the bed where you were pretty sure your companion had been resting. In those glorious moments between being awake and asleep, you were trying to grasp the reality of the woman you had been holding. Your memory groggily moving through the smell of her shampoo, and the softness of her skin and then…

You remembered.

Wanda had been crying, you had held her, you had fallen asleep…

You stood up so fast that you fell of the bed hitting your head against the night table, while hitting your ass on the ground.

“Ugh, fuck…”

“Are you…are you alright? What…did you fall off the bed?”

You wished you could hide, but instead of that you lifted your face to see Wanda standing by the bed trying to hold back her laughter just as her eyes gleamed with worry. You could sense the blush forming on your cheeks, while your whole body seemed to protest under the pain of the hits you got when falling.

“I…yes, I just…woke up too fast and…I fell off the bed.”

That was all that Wanda needed to start laughing, she couldn’t help herself. She had seen you woke up and then lose all control while getting your feet entangled on the sheets and falling on your ass. It had been funny, and the fact that you now looked all embarrassed and were pouting made for the scene not only something funny but quite adorable.

You huffed trying to stand up, rolling your eyes while the other woman held against the bed trying to control her laughter.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want, little witch…” the nickname slipped your lips without giving it a second thought. That made the laughter died and once more the room was filled with a tension neither one of you were ready to maintain.

“I’m sorry it’s just…your face, and the way you fell, so full of grace…”

“I bet.” You rolled your eyes trying to check your head and body before settling your eyes on Wanda.

The young woman had put on some jeans and a white blouse, while her hair was still wet after the bath. You furrowed your brows looking away while catching the time on the clock on the wall. It was almost midday, which would explain why you were so hungry all of a sudden.

“I guess you really are feeling better.”

Wanda bounced lightly checking her hands and body, she wouldn’t say she felt better but she certainly was tired of being in bed while letting everyone come in and out to check her over. This world had a peculiar way to treat people with powers and having so many people with magical abilities come in and check her magical core had been extenuating and rather uncomfortable. The only time she had felt at ease had been with her counterpart, and that had been a whole different situation.

“I just need to get out of here.” Wanda finally revealed offering a half smile, “I heard from one of the nurses they have a nice restaurant right across the street, it has sandwiches and pizza…perhaps…”

You blinked a couple of times at the suggestion, your hand went right away to your pocket and your wallet. You hope the money you carried with you had some sort of value on this place, with a shrugged you nodded your agreement.

“Sounds like a plan. Lead the way, then.”

Wanda couldn’t hide her smile at the acceptance, she turned around and grabbing a jacket dragged you out of the room making her way directly to the elevator at the end of the hall. None of them noticed the camera watching their every move or the shadowy figure hidden in a close-by room. Your counterpart smirked shaking her head, she owed her wife a nice dinner. Wanda had always been right. Always.

In the security room, Wanda Maximoff allowed a tiny smile on her face, she lifted her stare to Tony and Loki, both of them shook their heads still slightly confused about the interaction.

“Now, what?” Tony finally asked staring at Wanda then at Loki.

“Now, we wait.” Loki replied waving away his hand. “For now, I think they are right, I’m starving and you ought to feed us, Stark.”

“Why is it always my responsibility?”

“You’re the one with money.” Loki replied ignoring the indignant huff coming from the older man, and the amused chuckled from Wanda.

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The restaurant was almost empty.

There were a few empty tables in the back, the one you chose was perfect for a nice conversation by hiding you two away from imprudent ears. The place was cosy, with decorations of blue and green creating a magical atmosphere with the dim lights around the establishment and the sweet aroma of spices that made you remembered home. You sat down facing Wanda who was looking troubled at the moment.

The waitress dedicated you a timid smile while putting a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Welcome to the Sandwich Emporium, what can I get you today?” Her question was directed at you, and her eyes never even bothered to look away as you grabbed the menu she was offering.

“I’m not sure, what do you recommend?” You glanced at the menu then back at Wanda, the redhead was glaring at the menu pursing her lips lightly while you merely frowned.

“Well, that depends on what are you looking for,” her tone of voice didn’t leave anything to the imagination, and you couldn’t help but raise a single eyebrow at that. The young woman opened her eyes wide blushing profusely. “I mean…I…”

“She is having La Tricolore and I’m having La Tartuffo.” Wanda point two pictures on the menu, before handing it over to the waitress, her eyes gleaming strangely while you just blinked slightly confused. “And I’m having some water, and she is having a cappuccino.”

“Very well, I’ll be right back.” The young woman left rather quickly, her ears burning red after having come across the redhead.

You had your eyebrows raised glancing over at Wanda who was trying rally hard to ignore you. After a moment she finally let out a heavy sigh, her head turned away from you.

“La Tricolore has beef, cheese, some hazelnuts, and that pistachio cream you…” here Wanda trailed off opening her eyes when she realized what she had done. “I’m sorry, I…”

“I like it, sounds delicious.” You placed your hands on the table not really bothered by what had happened but rather confused. “I’m surprised you remember.”

“I never forget.” Wanda brushed her hair away lifting her face to finally lock her eyes with yours. “I always…remember, Y/N.”

“I remembered too, Wanda. I remembered everything.” You stated but whatever anger you had held it had given way to bitterness and sadness.

Wanda winced tapping on the table before wiggling her hands together.

“I…I never got to…” She tilted her head, and you could see the tears hidden behind those green eyes. “I’m sorry.”

It didn’t even cover what had happened, all the pain she had caused on that day. But those words made your soul tremble, you scoffed shaking your head leaning back on the seat.

“It is too late, don’t you think?” You could see your words hurt her, and everything you had lived up to that point came rushing in piling up inside your mind until you just put everything away and left what was important.

Wanda nodded defeated, “I know, I just…I never got to say it to you.”

But it wasn’t about asking for forgiveness, and you knew that. And Wanda was also well aware of the fact. The question was not about forgiveness, the question was if you could move forward after everything that had happened.

“I never got to say it, I messed up. I was so afraid, I just…I didn’t know what to do, how to react, how to…deal with everything.”

Wanda spoke with a clear desperation tinge in her words, you could see the crumbling behind her eyes, how her soul would tremble while trying to tell you everything that you didn’t want to hear ten years ago.

“Vision was convenient.” Wanda said, this time around she grabbed the seat tightly her body completely tensed making her neck hurt as she forced herself to keep her head up and look at you. “I was so afraid, so lost and…and It’s not an excuse! I deserve your hatred! I deserved your anger! I just…”

“You could have told me, you know?” You finally said when it was obvious Wanda couldn’t continue talking. “I was there for you, and I could have helped. I thought you trusted me but instead of telling me whatever was happening you…”

This was not the conversation the both of you were supposed to have, or at least it wasn’t supposed to be this way. You weren’t supposed to understand, but to stand your ground and tell Wanda how much of a bitch she had been. But the last couple of days had taught you something about yourself, about Wanda and what could have been. And if Wanda was confused you weren’t fairing any better.

“I know you don’t get it, and that’s okay because you grew with Natasha and then you have Fury and Maria and Yelena…” Wanda waved her hand weakly, her tears rolling down while her eyes revealed the deep sadness she had always carried with herself.

“I lost everything, and I didn’t know how to deal…and you were strong, and brave, you were not afraid of anything and I was only me.” Wanda broke into a sob, with a crooked smile that showed you just how broken she was. How lost she was still feeling.

“I…after it happened I never…” Wanda started but couldn’t finish, you perked up at her words because this was something you hadn’t bothered to find out.

“What happened after I left? Were you happy? Did he make you happy?” You didn’t mean to sound so bitter, but your words carry with them poison that you had been holding for far too long.

“I didn’t stay with him, Y/N. I tried to look for you, to reach out for you but…but I couldn’t and I didn’t stay with Vision, I didn’t feel anything I just… I messed up! Okay? That’s what I did, and I didn’t know how to make it better and I’ve been trying to be good to make it better all these years…”

You wouldn't know about that.

Just as she was trying to do some good, you were trying to forget. It was one of the reasons why you kept yourself out of everyone's business and dealt with the superhero work alone. When Tony and Steve got into that quarrel and you saw what happened back in Lagos you knew you had made the right decision. Then, everything became more complicated and you just busy yourself with other problems, always trying to keep the team away while trying to get glimpses of news about Wanda. You knew it had been hard for her, and you also knew she was never alone.

Vision.

That had always been the main issue, wasn't it?

“I was on the run with the others, but I just wanted to disappear. Vision…he was helping me with getting a new identity.” Wanda leaned back tilting her head to the wall to hide the tears rolling down her cheek.

It was an answer to an unasked question. The conversation died for a moment, the waitress eyed Wanda before offering a smile to you placing the different orders on the table.

“Do you need anything else?”

“No, thank you.”

“Well, if there is anything I can do, I'm Anne.” The waitress offered one last smile walking backwards and then leaving you two alone.

The food smelled delicious; you grabbed your sandwich allowing Wanda the moment of privacy. The silence grew heavier just as you distracted yourself glancing around the place while taking another bite from your lunch.  

“I was just trying to live my life, and then when Thanos happened…” Wanda huffed turning to her food, she was no longer hungry if anything she wanted to disappear. 

Everything seemed so pointless, the look in your eyes would never leave, and she would go back to a world in which she was despised by the only woman she had ever been in love with.

“This is really delicious; you should try it.” You interrupted her, offering a full smile while grabbing another bite.

Wanda blinked confused; she kept her eyes on you then back on her food. For a brief moment, she hesitated, she was no longer hungry and if she were to be honest she felt tired. You took a sip from your cappuccino, placing your hand on the table, dangerously close to hers.

“I know you are hungry, Wanda. And I also know…I didn't want to know, but I get it.” You passed your hand on your hair pressing your back on the seat. “I'm tired of this, I just…”

“I can't take it when you look at me like that.”

“Like what?” You crunched up your nose, Wanda lowered her eyes grabbing her food.

“As if I am nothing to you, as if you…you hate me and…”

She trailed off putting the food in her mouth and silencing her words. You frowned, pursing your lips while playing those words inside your head. 

“I don't hate you.” You softened your features, your eyes glistening under the weight of memories. “I could never hate you.”

Silence followed your statement, the shivering discomfort of what your words could mean infused the atmosphere with questions Wanda didn't dare to ask. You lowered your gaze and focused completely on the sandwich that was still on the plate, and for a good half hour that was all you and Wanda did. 

When there was nothing else coming in between the unfinished conversation, Wanda put her hands on the table her eyes down casted. This was actually the very first time the both of you came face to face without anyone or anything coming in between. It was a confrontation you never thought would happen about something you had always imagined. It always came with different scenarios, but the outcome had always been the same. With you finally finding peace and never looking back, and with Wanda filled with regret for what she had lost.

This conversation though was completely different. You lifted your face finding those green eyes staring back at you with longing and a deep sadness that had become characteristic of Wanda. 

“How did you end up in Westview?” The question rolled out of your lips with a hint of bitterness you could not hide.

Wanda winced playing the napkin on the table, you waited until the woman started talking again.

“I found the box you hid in your room back at the Avenger's compound.” She stated simply, her lips breaking into a grimace. “I never…after you left I never went back there until after the battle with Thanos and Steve’s funeral.”

Your eyes opened lightly in realisation; you remembered the box in which you had hidden the future you hoped to share with Wanda. The ring, the map, and the picture…everything made sense now; now you understood why Wanda had chosen that place and how everything had fit at one point or another. The only thing that was out of place had been Vision, your expression hardened and Wanda could tell you were thinking about Westview the life she had created there.

“I never thought of him, you know? I went there because I wanted to…” Wanda snorted lifting her face to the ceiling, her voice trembling under the weight of the memories. “I wanted to understand, and in a way, I wanted to find a way to go back to you. Not as…I mean, I wanted to at least be…be your friend.”

You shifted on the chair hearing as Wanda finally tell you her part of the story, how she had been completely alone after coming back from the Blip. Steve’s funeral showed her just how alone she was, and how lost she really felt; she didn’t have a work or a home or even family and friends. She spent her time driving around until she decided to ask for help and went to the only person she could think of: Tony.

In all this time you could see the story behind her eyes, you could read the suffering and the deep sadness in the gestures and the words that carried with them the flashbacks of those days in which you were ignorant of Wanda’s fate.

“I went there to punish myself.” Wanda broke into a bitter smile, “I guess I did a good job.”

“Wanda…” You started but the words tangled in your throat, the other woman waited expectantly but after a moment her face fell.

“You don’t have to…”

“You don’t have to punish yourself anymore.” You frowned lowering your gaze to the empty dishes on the table, you were fully aware of her eyes on you. “All this time, isolating yourself while unable to reach out to anyone…then, finding yourself in Westview with this Agatha…”

Wanda swallowed down her tears, she was trembling with a flame of hope flickering inside her heart. Wanda knew she had created the world around Westview, she knew that her isolation and her grief had broken out into an explosion of her magic to create a reality she could deal with. But she also knew her magic had been tampered with, and her illusion had been corrupted.

“I never stopped thinking about you.” She whispered with her hands grabbing the chair tightly, her eyes filled with unshed tears.

You nodded standing up while making your way to where she was sitting, you offered your hand though your face never changed. For a brief moment, Wanda hesitated, she glanced at your hand and then with a trembling hand accepted it.

“They do look like us, you know?” You stated flatly, your hand warm against hers.

Wanda furrowed her brows, her tears rolling down her cheeks but her eyes gleaming in confusion.

“Why?”

“Billy and Tommy.” You stated simply. “They do look like us.”

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That night you sat right outside the house.

Music and conversation could be heard in the backyard, with the lights of the kitchen projecting shadows on the grass. The sky above hour head was still showered with white dots that resulted familiar yet so different to what you were used to; the air was cold but nothing you couldn’t take in a night like that one.

You took a deep breath filling your lungs with cold air, inside your mind thoughts came crashing down into a myriad of possibilities and plans yet to be executed. The conversation with Wanda had gone unexpectedly well, yet you knew a lot of things needed to be done and said before things would be okay.

“Aren’t you a little cold out here?” America crunched up her nose trying to balance the two glasses she was carrying with her.

You turned to her, chuckling before stretching a little to help her out.

“Aren’t you supposed to be a part of this great celebration?”

America shrugged offering a tiny smile, “the twins are distracted with Wanda, both of them, and the rest is just chattering around.”

“So you decided to come to me?” You shook your head taking a sip from the beverage the young woman had brought with her. “You’re crazy.”

“Not as crazy as you are.” America wrapped her hands around the glass eyeing you out of the corner of her eyes. “How are you?”

“I guess I’m okay, how about you?” You pointed with your head to the house behind you, “this is what you missed, isn’t it? Now that you are back, well…”

America nodded turning her body to yours, “I feel happy, but I also feel lost. I know that I found them again, and I have so many possibilities right now, I just…”

 “Don’t know what to do?” You asked, America shrugged lowering her eyes.

“I’m finally starting to understand my powers and to get some control over them, if I keep working on them I would be able to travel without getting lost.” America let out a sigh dropping her shoulders, “those are a lot of possibilities and right now I think I need stability and keep learning.”

“Wise words, you have grown some, kiddo.” You bumped against her shoulder; the young woman blushed lightly offering a timid smile. “It may take time, but I’m pretty sure you will learn to control them.”

None of you mentioned the possibility of America finding her way back home, while it was an option it didn’t mean that America would find it once she had some control on her abilities. But for now, the young woman was happy to learn more about her powers and herself, her heart and soul finally finding a place she could call home.

“You don’t mind me coming back with you and Wanda?” America finally asked biting her lower lip while taking the last sip of her drink to her lips.

“No, I think it’s going to be fun.” You replied glancing at the young woman, “but I have to tell you right now, the training is going to be brutal.”

“I didn’t expect anything else.”

You chuckled nodding, “good.”

America straightened up tilting her head to glance at you then back at the house. You knew what the question was she wanted to ask, but you didn’t rush it.

“Are you and Wanda going to be okay?”

“I don’t know.” The honesty with which you answered that surprised even you, you turned to America with a serious face. “I’m not sure what would happen, America, but I guess I’m willing to find out.”

“That’s good, right?”

You shrugged, and the young woman went back to rest her head on your shoulder still highly confused by your answer. The sound of laughter, music and conversation filling out the sudden silence that embrace the both of you, your thoughts coming back to Wanda and the day you had spent with her.

Only time would tell what would happen next, and you were waiting anxiously what would happen next.

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Billy and Tommy were talking non-stop, they were excited showing Wanda the latest project they had been working on back at school. The young woman could hardly hold her tears while letting her children talk to her about school and their lives as if she had always been there.

At first, it had hurt.

Wanda knew they were not hers, and yet she couldn’t help but love them and see them with the same eyes she had seen the twins back in her universe. A part of her never thought she would see Billy and Tommy again, the moment the illusion had fallen around her and she discovered what she had done to Westview she knew there wouldn’t be a way for her to recover her children.

Yet here they were.

 In another world, in another universe looking the same as she had imagined them once.

This time around everything was as it was supposed to be, with you by her side raising two children being a happy family.  A part of Wanda felt envy for everything her counterpart had and she couldn’t have.

“Are you sure you can’t have a family of your own?”

Wanda huffed turning to the source of the voice, her counterpart stood right beside her with softened eyes staring at the twins that were getting ready for bed. Wanda dropped her arms to her sides, her eyes glancing back into the room then back to the woman standing beside her.

“I’m pretty sure, she…” Wanda wrapped her arms around herself furrowing her brows, “she doesn’t love me anymore. I am nothing more than…and ally, and even that would be to stretch out our relationship.”

The other Wanda pursed her lips, she stepped closer never letting go of those green eyes she was so familiar with.

“You don’t believe that.” Wanda stated holding back a smile when the other woman stepped back scowling.

“I have to believe it, I can’t…” Wanda sighed lifting her chin to the ceiling holding back her weakness, she didn’t want the twins to see her cry. “I have to believe it or I will break my heart once more and I can’t lose control of my magic, I…last time it didn’t go well.”

The room filled with laughter, Billy ran to the bed jumping up and down with Tommy trying to follow up before falling down on his face. Wanda couldn’t help but gasp ready to help out but stopping when a gentle hand wrapped tenderly on her forearm. It was strange to see herself staring at her looking the same yet being so different than she was.

The twins were back in the game, falling on bed while discussing some subject Wanda couldn’t hear pretty well. The fall was soon forgotten and both of them were ready to go to sleep.

“Go on, you can put them to be and I will wait for you here.”

“Thank you.” Wanda whispered to her counterpart entering the room and going to Billy first.

The woman offered a shaky smile, her trembling hand brushing away his dark hair while her lips curved into a smile. Billy smiled back blinking slowly.

“Are you okay, mom?”

Wanda nodded leaning in placing a single kiss on his forehead, “more than okay, Billy. Have a good night, baby.”

“Good night, mommy.”

Then, Wanda went to Tommy who was looking at her differently, he wrapped his arms around her hugging her tightly and this time around she couldn’t help but cry.

“I love you, mom.”

“I love you too, Tommy, now go to sleep.” Once more she placed a kiss on Tommy’s forehead and with that she stepped back walking towards the door. “Sleep well, guys.”

“Night, mom!”

The door close behind her, and Wanda stood there allowing herself the goodbye she had longed to have with the twins. She tried to give the right closure to her emotions knowing full well she would go back a world in which she would be all alone. No twins, no Y/N, only her.

“Thank you.” Wanda whispered locking her eyes with those of her counterpart, the other woman nodded curtly.

“I knew it was important for you.” The woman hesitated for a moment before continuing, “but you shouldn’t lose any hope, Wanda. You and Y/N…”

“Don’t, please.” Wanda said softly. “Don’t give me hope, don’t tell me it is possible because…god, I’ve been breaking my heart over and over again and I just…I can’t take it anymore.”

“Then don’t let it go, don’t let it go without a fight.”

Wanda lifted her face to see her counterpart dead serious, the woman came closer wrapping her hands on her forearms making sure Wanda could not look away.

“You love her, and I am pretty sure she loves you as well, whatever happened in the past it shall stay there.” Wanda then softened letting go of her grip. “Don’t give up just yet, you may be surprised.”

Wanda wanted to talk, she wanted to believe but at the moment she was just tired and overwhelmed by everything that had happened, everything she had lived up to that point. She was overwhelmed by the fact that you were so close to her yet so far away, that she would go back to a world in which the twins were not there and she would be, once more, alone.

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It was a sunny day.

America went over the contents of her backpack, her body was tingling all over while a void filled with butterflies settled in her lower abdomen. She closed her eyes taking a deep breath, her hands trembling while she secured the zipper on the backpack.

“You look nervous, you know you don’t have to go, right?” Y/N came into the room glancing around before settling her eyes on America, the young woman turned around offering a tiny smile.

“I know.” She replied shrugging, her hands played with the band on her wrist she tried to look everywhere but at Y/N but at the end of the day she couldn’t help it, she lifted her face and let the tears fall down.

“I’m sorry.” America whispered waiting for a recrimination on her part, for Y/N to finally tell her how bad she had messed up the first time she had fallen on their Universe.

But it never came, nor from her or Wanda, or anyone for that matter. America surrendered to the warm embrace of Y/N’s arms, she let the tears and sobs she had been holding to scape and finally liberated her mind of the guiltiness she had been feeling all this time.

“Hey, kiddo, it’s okay, it wasn’t your fault.” Y/N whispered soothingly her hand drawing circles with a half-smile showing on her face.

“I just…I shouldn’t have run the way I did, I should have fight or something.” America replied, leaning back, she was furrowing her brows while lifting her hands. “I could have stayed and helped around.”

“It wasn’t optional, though. You had to keep going to survive, that’s rule number one in this line of work, America.” Y/N put her hands on her pockets, her hair falling to the side with an easy smile adorning her lips. “You did what you have to at that point and no one should ever blame you for that. If it hadn’t been that way well, I wouldn’t be here telling the story.”

America doubted very much that it would have happened in such a way, but she would never really know it for certain. Ever since she started travelling through universes consciously she had learnt to deal with the different realities, trying to adapt to them and survive them. She never thought she would settle in a single universe, much less that she would get attach to the people in it.

The sound of conversation broke the sudden silence in the room, the twins laughing with Pietro and Wanda yelling for everyone to go to the backyard was the signal America had been waiting for. She stepped closer to give Y/N one last hug.

“Thank you for everything you did for me, Y/N. I couldn’t say this the last time due to the circumstances…”

“Us running for our lives?” Y/N chimed in chuckling, America snorted rolling her eyes.

“Yeah, that, I mean you guys received me in your home and gave me a chance to a family, I just..I will always carry that with me.”

Y/N softened while giving the teen another hug, “anytime kid, you are welcome in our household whenever you decided to come back.”

“I know, I just think I am needed it elsewhere.”

“I think so to.” Y/N stepped back glancing to the open door. “Watch over them, make sure that they are okay.”

“I will.” America smiled grabbing her backpack ready to go.

It was almost midday by the time America and Y/n came out of the house.

The backyard was full with Tony and Loki working around the logistics and the twins just running around between the two Wanda’s and everyone else. You stood by the garden, the conversation that Loki was having with Tony, Wong, Hank and America had lost all meaning as you entertained yourself with the last sight of the world that could have been. Your body was completely tensed, your eyes drifting around until they fell on the form of Wanda, your Wanda.

“Are you ready?” Y/N asked, you turned to her shaking your head.

“Were you?”

“No, I was never ready whenever she was around.” Y/N replied shrugging, “but once we had made our mind there was nothing that could stop us.”

You snorted nodding, “that’s right.”

“Are you going to fight?” Y/N stepped closer, her eyes going from you to Wanda then back again.

“I am going to make things right, I’m not sure if they will end up the same way it did here.” You replied placing your hands inside your pockets. “I guess only time will tell.”

Y/N nodded stretching her right hand to you, an easy smile forming on her lips.

“I hope everything goes well for you and Wanda, Y/N, just remember what’s really important.” Y/N said grabbing your hand with a friendly squeezed. “Please, be happy.”

“Protect them and be for them whenever they need you.” You replied squeezing back.

“I will.”

“Well, I guess we can try the portal once more, are you guys ready? Did you say your good-byes?” Tony clapped before rubbing his hands, everyone went to get in position until the cries of two boys reached them over.

Tommy and Billy came running with Wanda following them close behind, Billy went directly to Wanda wrapping his arms around her while Tommy went to you.

“I’m gonna miss you.” He mumbled looking up at you.

You chuckled ruffling his hair playfully, “I doubt it, pal. You have your mom’s here, but I am gonna miss you.”

“Say hi to your Tommy for me, please? Tell him he has the best mom in the whole universe!”

Those words pierced deeply inside your heart, but the innocence and the smile in Tommy’s face made you held back any reaction that wasn’t one of agreement.

“I will, Tommy, be good.”

At the other side of the yard Wanda and Billy were having a similar conversation, Wanda hugged him tightly before trying to let go. Billy called to her, looking around before wrapping his arms around Wanda’s neck, his lips close to her ear.

“Everything is gonna be okay, mommy, don’t worry, mom will come around.” Billy offered a toothy grin to Wanda who was too shocked to talk. “say hi to your billy for me, love you mom!”

Wanda watched as Billy joined his brother right beside their mother, Wanda locked eyes with her counterpart who offered a half smile and a vision Wanda Maximoff would not talk about until several years later. For now, she was just filled with doubts, and hopes, and uncertainties and soon Wanda was drowned by the voices surrounding her.

“Okay, this shouldn’t be that difficult, everyone remembers their roles?” Loki asked once more standing to the side while pointing at America who rolled her eyes.

“I do, I remember.”

“Good, because if you fail the three of you are going to be traveling around without a proper destination and probably die a horrible dead.”

“That’s so comforting, Loki.” You replied rolling your eyes. 2Stop scaring America and do your job.”

Loki rolled his eyes flickering his hands while putting the golden book out of thin air, he sat down crossing his legs while looking to an invisible spot in front of him.

“Very well, your timeline is not that hard to find, it is the only one with a latent anomaly.”

“How can you tell is ours and not a random one?”

Loki glared at you before going back to his work, “I can sense it, and this one lack something, it is missing something, I guess that would be both of you.”

Soon everyone was taking positions, Wanda stood beside you shifting from one foot to the other, her hands wiggling nervously while she tried to keep her eyes right ahead of herself. You could sense her uneasiness, her hands twitching biting her lower lip. America came forward, she was showing off a frown filled with confusion that Tony helped erased with a whispered explanation.

You eyed Wanda out of the corner of your eyes, the woman was completely tensed still bouncing trying to hold onto something but unable to find herself at ease. You doubted it for a moment before you grabbed her hand in yours.

Her hand was warm and soft, at first she was completely tensed and rigid but as soon as she sensed it was you her hand started to relax and give in the feeling.

“It’s gonna be okay.” You whispered; Wanda offered a smile nodding.

“I know.” Wanda knew that as long as you kept holding her hand everything would be okay, she didn’t dare to say anything else but in a bold move she spread her fingers and soon her hand was intertwined with yours.

You jerked around but Wanda was completely focused on America, after a moment of hesitation you straightened up frowning lightly though your hand clasped tenderly Wanda’s hand.

“Okay, it was nice meeting you all, now let’s begin.” Loki closed his eyes and soon the golden light of his magic started gleaming powerfully forming a tight circle that surrounded you and Wanda alongside America.

America could feel the power, she was sensing it through her muscles and her fingertips while her mind became a mask of pure blankness trying to form an idea. She remembered the lesson, to follow the magic around her while also joining her energy with that of Wanda and Y/N, her power running through her arm in electric jolts and then igniting her eyes until she was finally ready to make it explode.

Pulling her arm back, closing her fist America stretched her arm hitting the space in between her and the backyard creating an explosion in the form of a Star. The portal opened until it was as big as America, you peeked in watching the white plains of Norway, or at least that was what you thought.

With a last glance to your counterpart and Wanda, you squeezed the hand you were holding tenderly.

“Ready?” It was all you could say before the young woman nodded and with a single step she dragged you right through the portal.

The world you three had left behind was waiting for you.

And you were not sure what would happen next, the only thing you knew for certain was that you didn’t want to let go of the hand holding yours.

The portal closed behind the three of you leaving everyone behind with many questions and little to no answers.

Billy and Tommy hugged Wanda still glancing the place where the portal had been moments ago. The woman glanced at her children knowing there was something bothering greatly.

“Mommy, do you think they will love us?” Tommy asked lifting his face to Wanda, Wanda furrowed her brows tilting her head.

“What do you mean, baby?”

Billy scrunched up his nose, “You think they will love Billy and Tommy the way you love us?”

Wanda softened at the question; she knelt in front of her boys not really knowing how to explain that in their world they both didn’t even exist.

“Billy, I’m pretty sure that they would be very lucky to have children like the both of you, and they would absolutely love you very much.” This answer seemed to satisfy the boys, and just when Wanda thought the topic was over Tommy talked again.

“They are gonna love us very much, mommy.” Tommy smiled snugging closer to Wanda. “Just like they love one another very much, that’s how you and mommy made us, right?”

Wanda didn’t answer, but a part of her certainly hope that Tommy was not wrong. She had always hoped that her love for you would survive in every universe, Wanda lifted her face to see Y/N looking at her with tenderness and love, and Wanda knew right there and then that her counterpart would be okay.

You never stopped looking at her like that, you just learnt how to hide it pretty well.

You were still pretty much in love with your Wanda.

And now that you were gone with her, only time would tell if love was still possible.

Wanda sighed wishing you would let go of your resentment and doubts and give yourself and her counterpart a chance.

With a last glance to the space where you and the others had been standing, Wanda turned around hopeful that the past would stay in the past.

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Next Chapter: You are finally back to your universe, everything seems surreal as you and the others are taken to interrogation rooms before resuming your normal lives. Carol doesn't want to leave your side, and Wanda knows she needs to step aside even though that's the last thing she wants to do.

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✨ June lessons ✨

• Honesty is the key to everything. Being honest with yourself and others is the most authentic and freeing thing. Through honesty we build connection and we heal ourselves.

• If you have a chance to work through your heartache, no matter how uncomfortable it might feel, take it. Meet the person who broke your heart for coffee, talk to the friend you lost, read through old letters you received from someone you used to love; face the pain once more to finally let it go. I know it is difficult, but if you don't take the chance now, when will you?

• If someone has held power over you for a while, it is time to take that power back into your own hands. No more waiting for their texts, no more mood changes depending on how they act, no more feeling less than you are just because they did not give you attention. Give yourself the love and validation you crave. It is time to be responsible for your heart. Free it from the grip of another. Feel it beat for yourself again.

• Small steps are just as important as the big ones. Small progess is still progress. You are doing so much better than you think.

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Rec List: Polyamory!

Happy day-after(-day-after)-Valentine's. What's better than love? MORE LOVE.

I absolutely love how excited y'all were for this category -- we have 22 amazing fics, with a wide variety of groupings. We have OT5, Zourry, Zouiam, Zourriam, as well as ships with people outside the band like Emma Corrin, Elgar Johnson, and a bunch of Stylinshaw. We've got fics from 2,000 words to 200,000 words, from Teen to Explicit, and just reading the summaries and recommendation reasons has me absolutely vibrating with excitement to dive into some of these -- my TBR just keeps getting longer!

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Daisy Chains by inkandella/@shehungthemoon (15617, Teen, Niall Horan/Zayn Malik/Liam Payne/Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

A canon timeline fic where the boys have been solo for a bit now; it's a realistic take as to how the five of them could have a relationship with each other being who they are, and how they build a home from themselves away from everything else. Love-letters through text messages and grocery shopping and writing music for each other

Reccer says: I love how there's this already established love between all five of them, and the fic just sort of cements it and lets it grow into something permanent. The author captures Louis' voice so well and it's just really charming and fun to read. Everything's sickeningly sweet in the best ways and it feels like a balm, there's just enough realistic angst to tug you along and ofc a happy ending.

Tell Me It's The Strongest Shape by YesIsAWorld/@louandhazaf (73224, Explicit, Louis Tomlinson/Nick Grimshaw/Elgar Johnson) – fic post Warnings: Grief/Mourning

Nick and Elgar have it all. They’re famous, successful, and engaged to be married—and sometimes they play with others. When uni student Louis gets street cast by Elgar for a GQ photoshoot, he's drawn into Nick and Elgar’s complicated relationship. They've always invited mates into their bed. It doesn’t ever mean anything. Until… it does.

Reccer says: This fic is everything, I wish I could read it again for the first time. The characters are imperfect and the relationships so tender, and the LOVE. I want to live in this fic.

I Like Different Places (Nobody Calls It a Sin) by YesIsAWorld/@louandhazaf (3746, Not Rated, Zayn Malik/Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post

The one where Harry comes out to his family.

Reccer says: I am obsessed with every word of this fic. The relationships are so DELIGHTFUL, and I have so much empathy for Harry.

Equilateral by HelloAmHere/@helloamhere (52158, Explicit, Zayn Malik/Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

Harry and Louis are childhood best friends. Louis moves home from NY and becomes close to Harry. And his boyfriend Zayn.

Reccer says: The fic of bad feelings! This is a work in progess, and every update has been enthralling and magical and all the things. Hello is a gift.

The Only Things That Keeps Me Grounded by lululawrence/@lululawrence (27664, Not Rated, Nick Grimshaw/Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post

Harry is trying so hard not to fall in love with a married guy, let alone two married guys, let alone two married guys married to each other. But it turns out that the married guys are also trying not to fall in love with him. Sometimes, you just have to let it happen.

Reccer says: I have a hard time being coherent about this fic, it is so very good and I love it a lot. I love how Harry falls in love with Nick and Louis, and the scene where he overhears them lives in my marrow. I particularly liked all the conversations and the focus on consent, how everyone is so respectful and considerate almost to a fault -- no one wants to push but also OH MY GOD JUST KISS ALREADY HE LIKES YOU BACK

Orion's Belt by LadyLondonderry/@londonfoginacup (24307, Mature, Nick Grimshaw/Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post

Louis and Nick have been in a happy committed relationship for two years, their matching soulmarks on display for the world to see. It’s been them against the world, the alpha/beta singer and radio DJ power duo. All that changes on February 1st, when they wake up to a third matching soulmark. As they say, the course of true love never did run smooth.

Reccer says: this fic is AMAZING

Take the Middle Path by yeah_alright/@uhoh-but-yeah-alright (2580, Explicit, Zayn Malik/Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post

Harry's desires are plentiful and complicated in a way that's always worried and confused him. Being with Louis and Zayn helps him explore the seemingly disparate aspects of who he is and what he wants, and to realize he doesn't have to choose just one.

Reccer says: this grabbed me by the throat at the killer opening line and didn't let me go until the very end (or, has it let me go yet?).

Moonstruck by Lhhome/@lhhomefics (9318, Teen, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson/Emma Corrin) – fic post

Harry is just trying to figure himself out, Louis just wants to help his long-term partner but doesn't know how and Emma's best friend Florence just might claim she is a matchmaker.

Reccer says: This fic is so, so lovely. I love how it flowed, and the build was so natural.

another friday night by wabadabadaba/@badger-bear (74493, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson/Original Female Character) – fic post Warnings: Biphobia, Mentions of Suicide

Louis Tomlinson thought signing to BMG would mean he would be free to make his own choices. He should have known better. Tasked with getting a public girlfriend, Louis decides to try his hand at finding the right woman himself. From the moment he met Lennon Adair he felt a connection with her but he had no idea how deep that connection would go.

Reccer says: This is such a lovely contribution to our fandom. The author took the time to let the story progress, and there was so much love and care put into it.

Abstract by star55/@star55 (8414, Explicit, Zayn Malik/Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post

After Zayn draws a naked Harry for her art class, she finds that she can't stop drawing Harry and Louis' naked bodies, usually engaged in some form of sexual activity.

Reccer says: This fic is hot and delightful and did I mention hot??

And That Was That by lightswoodmagic (sarah_writes)/@lightwoodsmagic (22550, Explicit, Zayn Malik/Liam Payne/Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post

Or, Zayn and Liam have been polyamorous for years, but Harry and Louis are monogamous. When Zayn meets Louis and starts to fall for him, it opens them all up for something they've never experienced before.

Reccer says: This fic lives in my head rent free. I love how each chapter is a different POV, and seeing the story develop from each character's POV. The story progresses so beautifully, and I love the characters, and I love how the chemistry leaps off the page.

That’s Happiness To Me by louislittletomlintum/@louislittletomlintum (25000, Explicit, Zayn Malik/Liam Payne/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post

Zayn and Louis are friends with benefits and have a crush on the same person but they don’t know it. Non-conventional relationships between most people in the fic!

Reccer says: I liked how it had aro representation which I don’t often see in fics - I also liked how the perspective changes. And the smut 🥵 please bully the author to write more poly!!!

Parallel by SomeDovesFly/@somedovesfly (96651, Explicit, Niall Horan/Zayn Malik/Liam Payne/Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

OT5 poly AU, BDSM comfort fic. OT5 work on a hit show. This is a story about the Happily Ever After

Reccer says: Absolutely the healthiest BDSM fic I've ever read, communication, realistic scenes and so much love and spice!

Balance by SomeDovesFly/@somedovesfly (104400, Explicit, Niall Horan/Zayn Malik/Liam Payne/Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

Continuing happily ever after! Boys navigating living together, new relationships, jealousy and self doubt, and so much smut, kink, and love

Reccer says: Fantastic kink and smut, but wrapped in love and communication

Equilibrium by SomeDovesFly/@somedovesfly (148062, Explicit, Niall Horan/Zayn Malik/Liam Payne/Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) Warnings: Graphic Depiction of Violence

The boys are continuing their kinky lives, with someone's past coming to haunt them

Reccer says: They're growing in their roles within the relationship. Angst and drama in this one!

Constellation (Previously called Four) by SomeDovesFly/@somedovesfly (231958, Explicit, Niall Horan/Zayn Malik/Liam Payne/Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

The boys are reaching new levels of their relationship, both in and out of kink

Reccer says: Fantastic depiction of a polygamous relationship, showing the love and jealousy that can come with, even if no one is in the wrong

Just Let Me Adore You by Anonymous/ (63432, Explicit, Niall Horan/Zayn Malik/Liam Payne/Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

Soulmate au that's OT5, a story of getting together

Reccer says: Lots of love, some angst, and just a sprinkling of smut

You Only Fall In Love Twice by Beanno28/@beanno28 (57670, Explicit, Zayn Malik/Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post

Louis meets popstar Harry Styles while he is working at a festival and they hit it off right away. When he is introduced to Harry’s boyfriend, Zayn, Louis is invited to learn about their world of Polyamory. Will he decide it’s not for him or will he embrace the new lifestyle? This could be the start of something new…

Reccer says: I loved the communication in this fic and how all of them had their own dynamics and approached their relationships at a pace that felt right for them individually. I also really liked how the discovery of polyamory is described, with the struggles but also all the love between them.For the first time ever it made me understand what it could be/feel like.

Out of Our Systems by Rearviewdreamer/@all-these-larrythings (34000, Explicit, Zayn Malik/Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post

After a year of long distance, Louis knows exactly what to expect when he and Harry finally move in together. An endless loop of good morning kisses, romantic weekends exploring the city, and falling asleep in each other's arms every night is all they’ve ever wanted. Then, they meet Zayn.

Reccer says: It’s hot !!! And there’s also love

Equilateral by HelloAmHere/@helloamhere (58000 at time of submission -- WIP, Explicit, Zayn Malik/Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

Harry and Zayn try to cheer up their single friend Louis, but what starts off as an experimental threesome quickly grows into something more complex.

Reccer says: The author calls this the fic of bad feelings, and for good reason. There's so much angst and pain, but also touching moments where they are learning to navigate the messiness that comes with a longtime friendship changing and growing into a poly relationship.

Make It Up As We Go Along by lululawrence/@lululawrence (52000, Not Rated, Niall Horan/Zayn Malik/Liam Payne/Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post

A baby left on their doorstep shakes up their lives. A Three Men and a Baby AU

Reccer says: There's so much chaos and it comes together brilliantly with the addition of each of the boys.

The Grundy County Auction Incident by haztobegood/@haztobegood (4000, Teen, Nick Grimshaw/Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post

Harry is a sugar baby on the lookout for a new daddy (or two) at a rural livestock auction.

Reccer says: It is inspired by the country song The Grundy County Auction Incident

[acerathia]

Fics For Gaza

hello!! I finally got some time to participate in the initiative made by @ficsforgaza ! Down below are some WIP's which I have planned in some capacity to write during the summer/until the end of the year. I will also be accepting some requests for a limited amount of time, and for this one, please shoot me a message first beforehand.

How it works: The rate is set at 1$ per 100 words. The donation should go directly to a verified fundraiser and just send me the confirmation (personal information should be removed/censored) as proof with the link to the fundraiser and the fic sponsored as an ask. The wordcount (donated and writing status) will be updated regularly under the WIP's. As for the requests, send me an ask/dm first to discuss the content of it! For both I will try to be consistent and on time, but as there will be times where day to day life will get the best of me, but I will update accordingly also. Of course, consider looking at the list of other writers working on this initiative!!

current WIP's:

~your sweet return: gojo satoru synopsis: You love the forest, it was the place where you escape from everything haunting you. So, what could even happen if you discover a fairy circle, one oh so daunting, and you begin to hold a conversation with your invisible companion?

estimated wordcount: 8k written: 0.7k donated: 0.5k/3k progress: 0.5k/0.5k

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~eclipse: xiao synopsis: The souls filled with karma find relief under the touch of your skin. Yet, you've never tried to cleanse anyone, not since you've gained your freedom. Until the one you're indebted to asks you to help a certain Adeptus. And who are you to refuse?

estimated wordcount: 3k written: 0.5k donated: 0/1.5k progress: 0/0

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~Surviving the Tyrant: todoroki touya synopsis: Waking up in your favourite novel would be such a fantastic experience. That's what you thought until you actually woke up in one and found yourself engaged to the tyrannical prince Todoroki Touya. Your death was to be by his hands, and you are going to do anything to avoid such a fate.

estimated wordcount: 10k written: 0 donated: 0/4k progress: 0/0

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~The Lament of Erebus: Midoriya-centric synopsis: They appeared in the dead of night, ripping people out of their homes and lives, only leaving scattered clothes fluttering in the wind. There was nothing else left of the missing people. OR Midoriya Izuku is quirkless, despite his protests, despite the feeling churning in his insides. It seems like fate has a cruel way to show its affection, as this lead to a social death sentence. And he has lived like that all his life. That is until society began to shift, creatures of the night swallowing people residing in the dark. The question is, what is the connection between them and Izuku?

estimated wordcount: ? written: 6.2k donated: 0/2k progress: 0/0

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~Back against the Wall: Meta-Analysis for ORV using the reader-insert synopsis: What kind of effect might you (you and you and you) have on the way the plot unfolds? Can your voice (overlapping, echoing, not truly yours, but it is) be heard in the scheme of grander things?

estimated wordcount: ? written: 4.3k donated: 0/2k progess: 0/0

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requests:

Once again, before anything, contact me to make sure that I'm able to write the possible request. The rate is the same, and I'm going to tell you how long the request might be based on my own estimations. Please be aware that these requests are limited, both time-wise and quantity-wise, and that I might refuse any request based on my own abilities and comfort.

what fandoms: MHA, HSR, Genshin, Naruto, Touchstarved, Obscura, JJK, Love and Deepspace, ORV, AoT, and some others, feel free to ask! I am also okay with certain continuations of some of my work to be requested

[wachtelspinat]

Hi, I saw your background with studying medicine and being an artist and I wanted to ask something!! hope it isn't uncomfy. so the school system by itself is killing my creativity and Im afraid I'll completely lose myself if I get into college... Even if I choose to study something art related. College is really absorbing and I don't want to graduate and have killed the only talent I have, thats scary!!! So, how did you "go" back? did drawing help with the stress of college or make it worse? Sometimes my studies define me so so much I cant do anything else, its so frustrating :(

hey there ! i really don't know if i can bring sth to the plate that's positive or uplifting in the matter because i've been in a struggle with art myself for almost 2 years now. i'm really trying to come back but the pace has changed drastically. it's still a constant mood crusher everytime i look back and see how my output has declined. nevertheless i'm drawing again in the smallest babysteps so hopefully i'm gonna pick up the pace again at some point.

as for school and art. yeah. i kind of opened with my current situation because altho (med) school was A Meatgrinder technically speaking i still found time to draw here and there. which was mostly thanks to my higher energy lvl back then and my BIG motivation to draw and to share. so i'd say drawing absolutely helped with the stresses of studying and med school. it was my happy place and escapism. and because of that there was hardly any doubt in my head that i'll ever lose that. so i think it is safe to say that as long as you want to draw you will always be drawing.

second thought here which is also important is that you won't be stuck in an eternal grind, even if it feels like it sometimes. there will be times in which everything sucks. and there will be times in which everything could be worse. and if you wanna draw then, you're going to draw. that's at least how i experienced it. even the longer periods of not drawing because of exhaustion/loss of motivation/exam periods etc eventually pass. and sometimes it's ok to remind yourself that drawing is not everything, altho we like to think that way sometimes. it's absolutely ok not to draw for a while.

another breaking point for me was when i actually started to study for art (anatomy as in for drawing etc) because it helped me at a point at which i felt stuck and it made me understand that i will never be done learning in regards of drawing. which is a good reminder whenever you feel like you are losing your "talent", which is not a talent but a work in progess for years and years to come. so in the end, even if you have to step back from drawing for the time being, you have the ability to always come back to it and get better again. like we have to treat making art like learning a language, there is never an end to it and we have to practice to be back in shape. i know this sounds like work but idk for me it made sth click in my head that i'm not losing sth here. i just have to warm up and get back on the track again.

i hope this helped in some way, i'm really sorry that you feel like you are about to experience a great loss (i absolutely get you, it sucks to deal with this, esp. when outer circumstances force you to push your hobbies in the background) but i think that if you really want to engage with drawing again, you won't lose this. you may have to put work into it, and it may not be today or tomorrow, but if you really want to do it, you keep at it.

[luckystarchild]

I *do* keep my fanfic back-ups on discord. Actually it's where I write them too, so here's my process, it should be a good starting point at least.

Step 1: I write directly into discord. This is because discord is always in my pocket. However, there is a character limit, and it usually saves in progess posts for long periods of time. But if you don't hit enter there's always a chance the latest post will glitch. Honostly, character limit means you can't lose too much.

Step 2: I copy and paste it into notepad. This is because I want complete control over the formatting and want it compatible with *everything.* I make my chapters around 600 "lines" long which is shorter than yours so you may need to do some extra testing for step 3. If you have a lot of italics you'll want to pretend to edit the post and copy from that mode. It puts asterisks around your italics so they don't just disappear into the aether. (I put them back in in AO3).

Step 3: I upload the notepad to a condensed channel with only the chapters. Discord has a data limit for sharing files. I don't know what word processor you usually use, so you'll probably need to experiment with that. However, most of them can only be opened if the receiver has a copy of the same processor. Notepads open in discord (though with shitty formatting) and are downloadable by everyone. If you don't mind not having italics.

My step 4 is making it pretty for AO3.

I appreciate hearing about your process!

But there has been a miscommunication. When I said I was thinking of creating a Discord server for Lucky Child, my intention was NOT to host the story on Discord itself, nor use the platform as some kind of word processing alternative/a backup server for the text of the fanfic. The Discord server would function as a distribution center (providing download links to chapters as e-reader or txt files) and a chat/community center in the event Tumblr became unsafe and/or the AO3 servers went down and the comments section went with it.

Respectfully, I want to caution you against using Discord as your main writing program or as a backup server for your works. You should ideally be saving offline copies of your work that aren't hosted in the cloud on servers outside your control. If AO3 and Discord went down simultaneously, it sounds as though you'd lose all of your work. Unless you're saving those notepad files somewhere, you're putting the longevity of your body of work at risk. Any works in-progress that you haven't yet manually copied over to a notepad file are also at risk.

(Additionally, and at the risk of sounding pedantic, if you are using Discord as your primary word processor, you're not really "backing up" your work via Discord. That's your primary copy. It sounds like your backup is actually AO3, and potentially those notepad files if you're saving them offline.)

In the end, I'm trying to find a way to get Lucky Child to readers without relying on a single distribution platform (which at this time is AO3). Trusting your data to someone else's servers puts you at the exact risk I'm trying to avoid: censorship. Goggle Docs has been caught altering user's content or locking them out of their own content, and I can see a world where Discord follows suit and starts monitoring the content shared between users. I would avoid hosting the text of Lucky Child itself on the server to lessen chances of the story getting flagged.

If the system works for you, that's great, and thanks again for showing me your process! But it's not really relevant to my goals for LC and its distribution at this time.

[ksiondzkanexkiii]

LIST OF WORKS

Part of the story is on the wattpad (I originally put it there but I open to new pages), I put a link to every page where you can find the story. Choose where you like to read best No which history is not inserted yet on other pages such as Noebook or Tumblr

ONE-SHOT

OPEN/CLOSE

You can place orders for One-shot, I'll take anything. I'll write when I have time. Orders can be written on my profile or in pv messages (on any platform) If I didn't notice your message please don't be mad at me! I may have missed your message, or it was spammed.

List of characters on one-shot at the bottom

HISTORY IN PROGESS

GOD OF WAR

Heimdall x OC

,,Until Odin Separates us"

WATTPAD

NEOBOOK

One-shot coming soon

CALL OF DUTY

Captain John Price x oc

,,Maybe you're not a bad person"

TUMBLR VERSION

WATTPAD

NEOBOOK

John ,,Soap" MacTavish x oc

,,A piece of child"

WATTPAD

One-shot coming soon

TROLL HUNTERS TALES OF ARCADIA

ANGOR ROT

,,I will never leave you again"

TUMBLR

WATTPAD

NEOBOOK

One-shot coming soon

Plan for the next fanfics

☁️The Witcher universe (Game)

Vernone Roche, Iorweth, Eskel, Ge'els, Avallach, Eredin, Vesemir

☁️ Call of Duty universe

Alex Keller, Rudolfo Parra

☁️ Tales of Arcadia

Vendel, Angor Rot,

ONE SHOT

In the order put for whom is the one-shot (which character from the game/series/movie) briefly described what is to be included in the one-shot

You can ask for anything. I'll do my best to fulfill your requests.

ONE SHOT ORDERS FOR:

Heimdall - God of war Ragnarok Captain John Price - Call of duty Johnny "Soap" MacTavish - Call of duty

Avallach - The Witcher

Eskel - The Witcher

Vernon Roche - The Witcher

Eredin - Witcher

Ge'els - Witcher

Angor Rot - Troll Hunters Tales Of Arcadia

Gunmar - Troll Hunters Tales Of Arcadia

Bular butcher - Tales of Arcadia

Iorweth - Witcher

Alex Keller - Call of duty

Rudolfo Parra - Call of duty

Vendel - Troll Hunters Tales Of Arcadia

Vesemir - Witcher

Negan Smith - The walking dead

Captain Robert ,,Bobby" Nash - 911

Captain Owen Strand - 911 TEKSAS

Philip Graves - Call of duty

Doctor Greg House - Dr. House

Tim Bradford - The Rookie

John Nolan - The Rookie

David ,,Deacon" Kay - S.W.A.T

I will not write one-shot/stories about actors, I do not feel comfortable with it, I prefer to describe fictional characters who play/voice. Give me time to write one-shot/stories, I'm human and I get busy because I have school and other private things…

WILL NOT WRITE

Age differences (Too much age difference above <7 is no longer an option) Stories with Actors (Fictional Characters Only)

About me:

I come from Poland so English is not my first language, sorry for typos or incorrect grammatically sentences. I'm trying my best but I'm a man I've made mistakes

A head of great imagination and infinite. Keeping you in suspense and leading the reader into the good clouds of carefree life I have been writing since I was 10 years old, only now I gather my courage and insert my works Who knows? Maybe someday I will release my book on paper.

If you have questions find me here

Found me on instagram _kane_kii_ Tumblr: @ksiondzkanexkiii Neobook: https://neobook.org/ksiondzkanexkii/

or ask a question here (as you prefer)

[coridallasmultipass]

brocal for the ship bingo?

The OTP to end all other OTPs... (Man. This wound up being basically Cori's Masterpost of BroCal. AKA... this got long and has some images, since I realized I can post my own art directly instead of just a text link to it lol.)

Wasn't actually expecting this to wind up with a bingo? But I got basically 2?? (Will explain the lighter heart later.) This is A LONG post, and definitely gonna get SUGGESTIVE, bc man, am I obSESSED with BroCal. I'm just gonna go thru each checked box, since I don't know how else to structure this post lol.

Read More to save ppl's dashboards:

I want them to make out with blood: OKAY. I HAVE A WHOLE THING PLANNED FOR THIS CONCEPT. I AM NOT GOING TO GO INTO DETAIL ABOUT IT JUST YET BC I ACTUALLY WANNA WRITE IT. I'm obsessed with this one fanart of Bro licking Lil Cal, and it spurred on an idea I outlined and really wanna write: https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/739969858334294016/hiiii-mutual-i-am-secrecy-asking-if-u-have-anymore

((Sorry for the plain text links, Tumblr app is NOT cooperating with me right now to add hyperlinks. I'd post the image directly if that one was mine.))

Basically, I just really need to see Bro and Cal making out with blood in their mouths, and I started a whole convoluted, unrelated outline in order to make that hapen. It'll probably just be a really short thing that ends at the uh climax, since otherwise it's gonna end up sadstuck. And I don't like sadstuck lol.

Undeniably t4t: Bro and Dirk are always trans for me, and Lil Cal's got that uh... what percentage did I calculate it out to be? 13% of Dirk is in Lil Cal [ My shitpost calculations: https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/746702663327072256/i-ran-out-of-tags-rambling-about-this-so-im-just ] so Lil Cal is at least 13% trans because of that much of Dirk being in him, plus however you feel about the other components being trans. LMAO this is ridiculous to type out. Moving on.

EDIT: FUTURE CORI INTERJECTING WITH A:

"Lil Cal Top Surgery Healing Progess: Day 1"

Terrible for each other affectionate/derogatory: I don't even know where the affectionate/derogatory split occurs. I multiship BroCal as both Bro/normal puppet Lil Cal and as Bro/evil juju puppet Lil Cal, and whatever combination in between or outside of that. Terrible in that Bro is so obsessed with Cal that he doesn't have normal relationship/social skills and uses Lil Cal as both a crutch and motivator alternately, in a terrible cycle, or maybe rather... spiral. And also terrible in that Bro is caught in the allure of playing the role of puppeteer while also being a puppet for the darker parts of Lil Cal, whether he actively knows it or not. (Honestly though, I feel like it's dismissive if you try to blame all of Bro's faults on Lil Cal like this tho, which is why I tend towards liking Lil Cal as just a regular puppet a lil bit more. Or at least, a regular mildly supernatural puppet since that can be a little more entertaining if Cal can get into mischief while no one's looking or give off the vibes of his mood more directly, rather than like entirely inanimate or 'just LE, trapped in a puppet body.' Again, I like all of these concepts.) ((I mean that can also be a whole post of its own, like, by the time Bro gets ahold of Lil Cal, are any of the other components still alive in there? Like, are ARquius and Gamzee still in there or did Caliborn kill and consume them entirely? Idk how it works, man. This is why I like Lil Cal as his own person, maybe just influenced by the feelings of the others. LaCroix: CalGamARquius essenced water. Lil Croix.))

They need to get weirder with it: YES YES. 1000% YES. I need entirely shameless Bro doing entirely shamless things to Lil Cal. I want them inseparable and doing unspeakable things to each other. I want Bro taking full advantage of Cal having a puppet body and all the intimacy that comes with making repairs and being elbow-deep in stuffing.

Playing with them like dolls cute/psychological torture: This is the same divide as with the 'terrible for each other' point, so I'm just gonna go with the cute one, since the torture one is self-explanatory. I want them fucking married. Like. Full mushy cute romance type of relationship that Bro has never felt for any of the people in his life (cough aromantic cough). I made this comic not too long ago, and I often fondly look back on it, because I adore the concept of Bro being lovey and romantic and everything out of character around Lil Cal because he feels safe and loved and comfortable around Cal:

[ https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/750602227910131712/brocal-4-lyfe-so-i-had-this-idea-of-dave-being ]

I made a post a long, long time ago (not gonna link that one bc it was personal and I was being very obviously mentally ill ["C'mon, like you're not being obviously mentally ill while typing paragraph upon paragraph about BroCal still in 2024 like 10 years later??" Fair.]) But the gist of it was that, like, having objectophilia or objectum sexuality is like, from an outsider pov, it's a way to express love to yourself. You filter all your self-hate through the object you love, and you get back unconditional love in return.

Lil Cal is never gonna hate Bro, no matter what Bro does. As a regular puppet, Lil Cal doesn't have the capacity for hate. And so that only brings them closer, since Cal is never gonna reject Bro for any reason. (Back to being a crutch. RSD is real, and Dave is probably a big trigger for that since he's not on the same wavelength of weird as Bro [not blaming Dave, obviously, this is a post about BroCal].) Bro can experience receiving positive attention from Lil Cal, without feeling 'fake' or uncool by expressing that same attention or affection directly to his own self. (Things are always done through multiple layers with the Striders, aren't they?) ((And I'm not saying Lil Cal doesn't love Bro, or that their relationship is just pretend - it's real, I'm just like, 'What's going on behind the curtain in the mundane situation?/ How is the relationship appealing?' Lil Cal luvs Bro 5eva 4 lyfe and that's a hard fact. Could cut diamonds with that shit.)) Example: maybe Bro is dealing with a bout of body/gender dysphoria and is trying to take out his frustration with working out, and it's not helping, even if he's powered through a set better than normal. Then, he notices the way Lil Cal is watching him, and he can feel the excitement seeping off Cal. He can sense the echoes of a wolf-whistle ring out through his mind, and it's like. Okay, none of that shit from before matters, he's got all the validation he needs right there in Lil Cal. Maybe flex in Cal's direction, Bro?

Oh, so back to being cute: isn't it wonderful how the template maker phrased it as 'playing dolls'? But yeah, I want all the mush and everything. Bro has a whole wardrobe for Lil Cal for every minor event that occurs in the Strider household. I want them going on genuine dates. Maybe even... holding hands. Bro blushes for the first time since he was 16. He even gets to take Lil Cal with him when he goes out to DJ or put on a show. Not to mention the whole website business. (I've talked about Cal's role in that before, but I'll mention it in a moment...)

They will die in a heart shaped pool of blood: I mean, kinda did happen, even tho Lil Cal didn't perma die right there. I don't think this one needs any explanation, since it basically happens in canon.

'You should see the other guy...': Okay, so. About 11 years ago, I had a really great idea. About how smuppets enter this world. I expanded on it in the following more-recent post (adult only content lol): https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/741683686717669376/back-in-the-day-my-friends-called-me-insane-when-i

To sum it up, whenever Bro makes a new smuppet design, he then gives it a video debut on his website, where uh, Lil Cal births the smuppet like it's a horror movie scene, fake blood and poly-fil gore all over the place as the smuppet crawls out from the viscera. Bro then gets to play aftercare by lovingly and gently cleaning up and restuffing Lil Cal as they get to admire their new creation and rake in the dough lol.

So it's technically not a 'you should see the other guy' kinda situation, but it does involve one of them being... idk what word would describe it. Injured by the other? Usually a character loses a fight and says this to act like they got out of it better than the other guy, but... We could have someone knock on the door during the filming of a scene like that, and Bro has to answer it with fake blood up to his elbows, and be like 'You should see the other guy.' (But obviously, that's a terrible idea and would cause more trouble than it's worth... Maybe worth it for a persistent door to door salesperson, though.)

Though, I guess I should also say, I'm not opposed to Bro beating on Lil Cal in or out of the bedroom. Or in the case of animate Lil Cal, Cal choking out Bro. In or out of the bedroom, lol. Depends on the situation, like I said I will ship this ship any which way. But my preference for animate Lil Cal is to be like a totally normal puppet around Bro (or mushy in-love with Bro) and then evil-murder-puppet towards anyone else in Bro's life, like a... toxic yaoi guard puppet. (New Phrase Achievement Unlocked!) Bro brings home another guy to have sex, who tries to stay the night due to the late hour, but the guy wakes up shortly after to see Lil Cal standing there with a knife in the dark, eyes glowing red. Panic ensues when the guest screams and freaks out, and by the time Bro's got a light on, grabbing his sword, ready for a ninja vs ninja fight (bc an intruder would've had to bypass all the traps), Lil Cal is just innocently splayed across the desk chair, no knife in sight. Relevant post (well, the caption on the post too, saying how Bro can't seem to hold onto any relationships besides Lil Cal):

[ https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/741830516962164736/i-want-you-so-youre-mine-always-selfishly ]

Uh, lol, also Cal choking out Bro in the bedroom, adult only drawing: https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/754328907438800896/i-wouldnt-wanna-be-my-ex-when-he-found-out-who

Thinking about them always and forever: Listen. My Tumblr as proof, I've had BroCal on the brain for at least 11 years at this point. Definitely longer, since I first started reading Homestuck. I fucking love puppets and dolls and plushies and I always have. Man, if I hadn't deleted Tweets (automated app I used to do, and I couldn't choose what to save) from when I was in high school, you could've seen me @ ing my fave band when they were taking lyric suggestions on a fan-inspired album, where I was telling them 'make a song where the theme is puppets' and, while I don't know if they saw that or took the suggestion (they had responded to me before bc they weren't huge yet), there is indeed a song titled "Puppets" on that album, and it was my favourite song on there. Point is, I was fated to ship BroCal before I even knew it existed.

Sicko 2 sicko communication: I mean, does this even need explaining? Bro and Cal aren't just on the same wavelength of freaky, they're the fucking source of the wavelength, and it's causing a feedback loop between them. And it does as feedback does, which is, it amplifies with time. (Going back to the spiral symbolism here, lol.) ((Actually, time can play a symbol here, too, I guess, but idk how to word it, I'm starting to run out of steam.))

Let them have a happy ending: God, I need this so badly. I know Bro's story ends in Homestuck, but like. Pls. Someone needs to officiate their wedding. Currently placing the dreambubble order, but I can't organize a wedding by myself. OH speaking of. In that lil comic I did above, where Bro is accepting Lil Cal's proposal, I had the Natural Born Killers wedding scene in mind. I was gonna draw that as a follow up, but I think I have too many WIPs going. Just two people on the run, saying "I do" in a scenic but completely ordinary roadside location. Idk why, I keep going back to that movie for things related to Bro (I mention it in a very important scene in a longer WIP I've been writing, as something Bro watched and internalized as a kid lol.) It's not the best movie lol. Anyway.

The devotion omg: I feel like I have already gotten my point across about this, but let me reiterate:

[ https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/735842968450269184/in-the-name-of-iconic-magical-girl-anime-ill ]

Bro and Lil Cal absolutely beat the shit outta Jack Noir before he gets prototyped. And even then, they fight together till the death, like. C'mon. Nothing more romantic than fighting a losing battle side by side. Also, like, Lil Cal having his own protective chest for safekeeping as seen in the Strider living room? Like, you don't just have a protective case for any old thing, especially something meant to be handled, especially something that is regularly used to smack other things/humans. What I'm saying is, Lil Cal is durable and resilient, and yet, Bro still has a case for transporting Cal safely. Oh, wait, I just thought of something funny, what if Lil Cal goes feral like a cat, and basically the chest is like a cat carrier so Bro can drive without being constricted lmaoooo, I've been typing for hours can you tell?

Kind of homophobic: Listen. I HAD a Cal. Took him to college. Staked my claim on the top bunk bc I am royalty. Proceeded to not have anywhere to set my water cup and had to use a cardboard box as a table up there. Spilled water. Melted Cal's sharpie-drawn face. And then proceeded to cry. I have a WIP of Lil Cal 2, but that requires actually remembering to work on him. I wanna do better by the pattern, too, since I rushed to finish the first. I have all the material! I have the project started! So it's just a matter of reordering my WIP priorities, honestly.

Where is all the fucking content?!: For realzz. I was actually venting about this the other day (didn't end up posting it), but it's like, either there's no BroCal content, or there IS BroCal content, but I can't reblog it for reasons I don't want to get into on this post. I'm dying of thirst in the ocean, basically. Whatever. This just means I need to make more BroCal content myself, which I am more than happy to do. I've just had a rough past few months, so I'm glad I got to type all this post out, and hopefully I can get back to creating soon.

Last one! I hope this one makes up for the absurd length of the post, it's prob my new fave idea I just came up with on the spot.

[TW drink spiking by a stranger mentioned in this.]

Committing atrocities as their silly little activities: I think we all know what this means, but I am going to ignore that elephant with my special x-ray vision. Because this is a BroCal post. I'm digging deep to the meat and bones of this. Honestly, this could go multiple routes, it depends on how you take your Lil Cal.

One could place emphasis on the 'guard' part of the, ahem ahem, toxic yaoi guard puppet. Maybe someone is actually trying to harm Bro, and Bro legit can't do anything for reasons outside of his control - let's say his drink got spiked a while after he invited a stranger home that he thought was chill. As Bro gets shoved down on the futon, his memory of the night is only a few flickers. Familiar orange plush, roiling around above him like a dancing windsock. Flashes of Lil Cal's face all distorted and stretched wide like a funhouse. J-Lo and Ice Cube on the TV. But when Bro is finally able to fully wake up in the morning, everything is as if he just got home alone last night and passed out on the futon. Cal looks totally normal and content tucked under Bro's warm arm. Except when Bro gets up, there is a pair of shoes too big to belong to him at the door. Maybe Bro knows. Maybe instinct tells him to run. Maybe he does, but he's running towards Lil Cal, every time.

[aforager]

Friday Night Funkin' - Roses (ft. J8) [vocal concept]

If it's not already obvious, this isn't an idealized version of what I had in mind for J8-Bit singing against Senpai, but then again, this is what I could do with the enthusiasm and idea in mind paired with my current abilities, time investment, and confidence (or lack thereof) in music production. It's sorta hard to make "the best Roses remix of all time" when you already struggle with making remixes, let alone orignal songs. Regardless, I just had to try; it's better than nothing, and much better than it just existing as an idea in my head.

This is something I think I can provide for context, inspiration, and direction if I find somebody to collaborate with or commission for the piece in question. It takes a lot of notes from a lot of FNF musicians' takes on the original track (specifically the original and Erect remix by KawaiiSprite, EthanTheDoodler's Erect remix and D-Side take, Greggreg's Flower Bloomin' Roses, and Rozebud's B-Side remix) in both melody and structure; the main idea I had for the feeling of the track was J8-Bit slowly becoming more and more enthusiastic while singing while Senpai gets progessively tired with his shit, with J8-Bit even pulling an "it's not over yet!" moment towards the end.

It's hard trying to point out a specific genre or frame of reference for how I'd like it to sound in terms of genre since I really want to go for a Street Fighter/funky SNES-inspired sound, while also incorporating the badass dubstep/glitch hop vibes from the original Erect remix. I suppose the closest thing that comes to mind is the work done by MDK, since what I described also describes his musical expertise. Using the instrumental from the main song might also take away from the intended vision, given I think different chord progressions (especially an ascending one that builds up to the final part of the song) would really sell the drama and fanfare that would make it stand out compared to other takes on Roses.

Also, the doodle attached to the video was pretty rushed and exists to further get across a specific idea. I don't really like how I drew Senpai nor J8-Bit here, but it sells the whole annoyed vs. enthusiastic vibe I was going for.

I'm sure sometime in the future when I've got more time and ability to crack down on music production a bit, I could try developing the song further on my own, but at this point in time, I would be much happier discussing the piece and collaborating with a more skilled music producer for this.

Thanks for taking the time to read this! I know Friday Night Funkin' is a game that's a bit harder to share enthusiasm for, but if you've read this far, it really means a lot. Please reach out if you want to hear me talk more about my ideas for FNF stuff, because I've got a lot of love for it as a medium and a desire to make more sometime in the future - it's mostly just that my current abilities can't live up to my imagination just yet.

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1243: Triple N Progess Run (SSBU X Darkstalkers)

1:25 p.m. at La Shy Guy's Café's Outdoor Diner......

Escargoon: (Takes a Sip of his Latte he Ordered Along with Dedede with a Smile) I gotta say, De, I'm really impressed with your challenge run right now.

Dedede: (Smiles Brightly) I know, right? We're already halfway in the month and I didn't fold even once. I'm proud myself right now.

Escargoon: As you should, my friend- (Raises his Cup Up) cause I'm proud of you myself.

Dedede: (Let's Out a Hardy Laugh Before Raising his Cup Up as Well) Cheers to that!

The long time duo clink their drinks together before taking another sip and sitting their cups back down on the table.

Escargoon: I can't imagine it being easy for you this whole time. I mean, you're dating a succubus model for Pete's sake.

Dedede: ('Sighs Heavily') Hooo boy, you don't have the slightest idea right now.......I love that woman with every bit of fiber of my heart and soul, but God DAMN if she doesn't know how to put up a good fight! I can't even take a proper breather without worrying about what she's gonna do next.

Escargoon: It gotten that intense already, huh?

Dedede: Hell yeah. 'Member I told you the time she flashed me on the first morning of the month? Boy, I tell you that was mere child's play compared to all the other crazy shit she pulled this month. Like that one time I was at the mansion and-

Flashback to Smash Mansion's Living Room

Isabelle: (Smiles at Morrigan While Doing Yoga Along with Her on Their Respective Mats) Thanks again for joining me on my Yoga Session today, Morrigan. I've really been falling behind on them these days.....

Morrigan: (Smiles Back at Izzy) Think nothing of the sort, my dear!~ I'm happy I have the time to do this on my day off from work today. This is so relaxing~

Isabelle: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) Uh-huh. (Turns to Wolf and Dedede, Sittong on the Sofa, Watching TV Together Right Next to Her and Morrigan) You boys are more than welcome to join us whenever you like!~

Wolf: Nah, I'll pass. Never been a fan of Yoga.

Dedede: I've done it once, made me broke my back. Hated it ever since.

Wolf: ('Heh') Old timer.

Dedede: (Glares at Wolf) Boy, don't start.

Isabelle: (Softly Glares at the Duo on the Sofa) Boys, no fighting over there. (Turns Back to Morrigan) Now, where were we- ('Gasps') No way. Morrigan, are you doing-

Morrigan: The Jack-O Pose?

Dedede's eyes starts widening up as he turns to see his succubus of a girlfriend is now doing a meme worthy classic, the Jack-O Pose at pure delight and ease.

Morrigan: Why, indeed I am!~ It's been quite some time since I've done this, so you'll have to excuse me if it looks a little rusty.

Isabelle: (Puts on an Impressed Smile on her Face) Are you kidding? This look perfect enough as it is! ('Sigh') Making me wanna try doing one of my own without falling over again......

Morrigan: I'm sure you'll be able get it down one of these days, Isabelle, my dear. It only takes a few more practice and concentration for your body and soul and more focus put on achieving it to near perfection. (Forms a Seductively Teasing Smirk at her King Looking at Her Right Now) Just so you could use on the man you love and adore~

Morrigan blows a kiss at Dedede's way as her hips starts to move up and down and then wiggle it around all over the place, shortly after. Putting his eyes on a mesmerizing trance, as if it's taunting him to come over and give it a more....."thorough" investigation. Hell, he was this close to getting out of his seat until a few snaps of Wolf's finger appears in front of the ex king's face.

Wolf: Hey. De!

Dedede: (Immediately Comes Back to Reality, Startled) I WASN'T STARING AT IT, I SWEAR!! (Notices Wolf is Staring at Him With a Raised Eyebrow, Confused) ....Uhhhhhhhh- ('Clears Throat') You uh....Need somethin', Wolfman?

Wolf: Yeah. Firstly, I'm gonna have to ask you to never call me that for as long as you live. Second, I'm about head out and get us all something to eat. You wanna come with?

Dedede: ('Sighs in Relief') Nah, I'll pass.....Need to clear my mind for a sec.

Morrigan: Spendid!~

The sound of light, muffled clapping starts ringing into De's ears as he turns to see Morrigan is now making the cheeks of her rear to clap.

Morrigan: You can see if I could stay in this position for twenty minutes~

Dedede: (Eyes Widened in Fear and Under Pressure) On second thought- (Immediately Gets Himself Up From his Seat) I could use some fresh air right about now. (Quickly Rushes Out the Room Without Looking at Morrigan) See y'all in a few!

Wolf: (Sighs as He Walks Out the Room as Well) I'll make sure he doesn't bump into something on the way there. Or faint.

Isabelle: (Watches the Boys Walk Out the Room) Poor De. (Turns Back to Morrigan) You're gonna end up making him have combust if you keep teasing him like that.

Morrigan: That's the plan!~ (Forms an Sinster Smirk on her Face) I love it.

Isabelle: For No Nut November?

Morrigan: For No Nut November~

Back to the Present

Escargoon: A Jack-O Pose AND the clap of the ass cheeks at the same time? That's terrifyingly impressive.

Dedede: My thoughts exactly! (Crosses his Arms Huffing and Puffing) Bet she was smirking the whole time we were out too. Oh, and let's not forget the time me and her went to the park and-

Flashback to the Local Smash Park.......

Dedede: (Sighs Relaxingly as He Leans Himself Back a Bit While Sitting Next to Morrigan on a Bench Together) It always a good time being out here in this weather~

Morrigan: (Sighs Relaxingly While Holding a Firecracker Popsicle in her Hands) Agreed~ (Turns to Dedede) Darling,, are you sure you don't want a popsicle of your to devour as well?

Dedede: Yeah, I'm sure. Ate breakfast earlier, so I don't feel the need to eat anything sweet right now, you know?

Morrigan: (Stares at De for a Brief Second Before Shrugging it Off) Hm. Suit yourself. Say, do you mind holding the stick for me as I eat it? (Hands the Popsicle to De) I don't want to rest my hair getting sticky. (Starts Wrapping her Hair Up into a Ponytail)

Dedede: Sure thing. (Takes the Wrapping Off the Popsicle and Holds it Right in Front of Morrigan's Face) It's all ready for ya.

Morrigan: Thank you, dear.

Morrigan pushes the front side of her hair back a little as she leans over and..."casually" suck the popsicle down back and forth before leaning back a bit to lick it all over with her tongue and sucking it all over again, all while moaning sensually in the process.

This in turn, causes the poor Ex King of Dreamland's eyes to widen up at the entire display in front of him, in pure disbelief, unable to looking away no matter much he wants to. As if his girlfriend wasn't irresistibly hot enough already.....

Dedede: Jesus christ, Morrg.......

Morrigan: (Looks Back Up at her King with a Look Nearly Equivalent to That of Bedroom Eyes) Hmm?~ Is something the matter?

Dedede: Uh- (Comes Back to Reality Before Quickly Turning Away a Bit) N-No! It's nothing. Just.....(Starts Blushing) loving you unconditionally like always, is all.....

Morrigan: (Heart Begins to Melt in Pure Happiness) Ohh~ I love you too, my dear king~ (Looks Back at her Frozen Dessert) And I think I LOVE this treat just as much~

Dedede: Mhmm.....(Sucks his Teeth as He Sees a Koopa, Sitting a Few Feet Away From the Bench, Playing his Saxophone in a Slow, Sensual Sounding Melody) Man, do we really have sit right next to that saxophone player over there?

Morrigan: (Softly Pouts at her King) Dedede! Be nice. (Pulls her Ten Dollar Bill Out of her Purse) He is doing a wonderful job plating that saxophone and will continue to do as such as he wish. (Summons her Bat to Fly Over and Drop the Ten Dollars Down onto the Koopa's Saxophone Case) For you, my good sir.

Saxophone Koopa: (Tips his hat to Morrigan Before Resumes Back to his Playing Session)

Morrigan: (Turns Back to Dedede) Now, be a very good boy and pay him no mind, okay?

Dedede: ('Sighs in Defeat') Yes, ma'am.

Morrigan: Thank you. (Forms a More Seductive Smirk on her Face) Now~ Where were we?~

Morrigan resumes back to her sensual popsicle sulking while moaning a little more louder than previously, causing De to groan in displeasure at trying hus hardest to keep himself and his urges in complete check.

End of Another Flashback

Escargoon: Okay, that saxophone playing in the background, was just asking her to get a rise out of you at that point.

Dedede: Exactly what I was thinking! (Facepalms Himself While Groaning Some More) Oh God and don't even get me started at the time at that restaurant-

Flashback to the Crimsonette Restaurant

Dedede was playing on the piano while Morrigan was sitting on top of it, singing her heart out.

Morrigan: Fill my heart with song and let me sinh forevermore!~You are all I long for, all I worship and adore!~

Morrigan then proceeds to teleport her way to sit right next to her king, startling him a bit. She then slowly leans herself over to him while looking deep into his big eyes with her signature bedroom look, making him blush all over again.

Morrigan: In other worrrrds~ Please be truuuuuue~ (Gently Places her Hands onto Dedede's Cheek) In other words~ I looove yoooooooou~ My darling king~

The pair then share a passionate kiss on the lips as everyone else present in the establishment begins to applaud the both of them right on cue.

End to Yet Another Flashback

Escargoon: (A Memory Coming Back to Him) Oh yeah, Bandana Dee showed me a clip of that on choir practice a day after that. You guys did pretty good up there.

Dedede: (Takes a Bow While Still Sitting on his Table) Thank you, thank you kindly. (Lightly Slams his Hands on the Table) But that's beside the point, boy! I'm at my wits here!

Escargoon: (Gives his Best Friend a Reassuring Smile) I know it's a tough road ahead, De. But try and keep at it until the very end. I guarantee I will be all worth it then.

Dedede: Sure hope it.

'Buzzzzzzzz'

Dedede: (Picks his Phone Up and Check the New Message Sent to Him Just Now) What the?

Escargoon: What is it?

Dedede: Morrigan sent me a five minute long audio recording just now. (Puts on a Bit of a Deadpinned Look on his Face) Who wanna bet it's something lewd?

Escargoon: (Shrugs) Only one way to find out.

Dedede: Yeah, yeah. (Press Plays on the Audio With a Picture of Morrigan and a Few of her Modeling Friends are Laying in One Bed Together)

Morrigan: (In the Recording) Good day, my lovelies!~ This is one and only Morrigan Aensland speaking and the ladies here and I decided do something for all the working men and women out there that is need desperate need of a stress reliever right now. This is also dedicated to a...very special former king of Dreamland that has stolen my beating heart in allll the right ways~ I hope you enjoy the ride, my love~ (Makes a Single Kissing Noise)

The audio went silent for a few seconds until a familiar sound of the saxophone begins to play in the background, follow by the collective sounds of sensual sounding moans from each of the ladies present in the audio, Morrigan especially, who is gradually becoming the loudest and most prominent of them all.

This, in turn, causes the duo's eyes and mouth to slowly open up wide as they are in near speechless in pure disbelief at what they are hearing on De's phone right now.

Dedede: (Starts Using the Napkin to Wipe Sweat Off his Forehead as He's Blushing Up a Storm) Dear lord........

Escargoon: Is.....Is this.....seriously five whole minutes of them moaning?

Dedede: Should've known that would be the case just by looking at this picture alone.

Morrigan: I love you, my darling king!~ (Continues Moaning Along with the Other Ladies on the Recording)

Escargoon: Man, you are not kidding when you say she's going all out.... (Notices Dedede's Hand Hovering on the Phone) Heyyy. De, what are you doing over there?

Dedede: (Quickly Hides his Hands Behind Back While Giving Escargoon the Most Awkward Smile Imaginable) NOTHING! Nothing. I was just getting a any sip of my drink.

Escargoon: (Raises an Eyebrow at De) Really? Cause it looks to me that you were about to pick up that phone and call her.

Dedede: ('Scoffs') So what if i am? I was going to tell her how neat the audio is and compliment saxophone player in the background and....(Starts Sweating Again but More Nervously This Time Around) the ladies on....contributing....with.... their mooooan- (Suddenly Let's Out a Loud, Frustrated Sounding Groan) ('ARGHH') I can't- (Bang his Fist on the Table) TAKE THIS SHIT no more!!

Escargoon: De, come on, you can't cave yourself in now, not when you're only halfway there!

Dedede: (Comically Glares at Escargoon) Boy, you think I don't know that already!? First the pose, then the Firecracker popsicle, the duet, and now this!? (Poinrs his Hand on his Phone with The Sound Moaning and Saxophone Still Playing on There) That beautiful woman is doing too much, man, she's killing me!!

Escargoon: This obviously her way to psyching you out of focus. What you need to do right now is calm down, taking a deep breath, and-

Dedede: (Gets Up From his Seat) Nah, you wanna do I'm gonna do instead? I'mma call her up on my phone, tell her i give up, and have her help BUST. MY NUTS. OPE-

Before De could even dare to finish that sentence and do the unthinkable, he suddenly gets knocked upside the back of his head hard enough into sitting him back down on his seat, completely stopping him from crashing out entirely. And it was all thanks to none other than the legendary Bounty Hunter of the Smash Family, Samus Aran.

Samus: Pull it together and keep it in your pants, De. This isn't over yet.

Dedede: (Starts Panting as He Gradually Comes Back to Reality) Yeah.....You're right......(Claps Both of his Cheeks Two Times Before Putting on a More Determined Look on his Face) This ain't over until I MAKE that succubus sing a melody on the first midnight of December! (Turns to Samus with a Smile) Thanks for breaking me outta that funk, girl.

Samus: (Smirks a Bit at Dedede) Anytime, brother.

The Smash duo then shares a casual high five with one another.

Samus: (Happily Waves Hello to Escargoon as She Finds Herself a Seat) Hi, Escar~

Escargoon: (Waves Back at Samus with a Bit of a Confused Look on his Face) Hey, Samus....What's going on here?

Samus: Nothing too major. (Gently Pat on Dedede's Shoulder) Just making sure this dumb-dumb over here doesn't slip up and fail the challenge.

Dedede: It may be a handicap to some, but I find this strategy far more beneficial than completely doing it all on myself.

Escargoon: (Shrugs) Hey, if it helps, it's help. (Smiles Softly) I'm just glad you didn't throw in the towel yet.

Dedede: ('Sighs in Relief') You and me both, man. And you're right, it has been tough battle so far- (Puts on a More Determined Look on his Face) But I did not fail more than three times to four in the row just to add this year to the tally! I'mma pass me that challenge.

Samus: (Puts on a Proud Smile on her Face) That's the spirit, De. I'm with you 100%. Just don't go back on our word, you hear?

Escargoon: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) His word?

Samus: I made him promise to never take the challenge again afterwards.

Dedede: If I win this one.

Samus: (Gives Dedede a Firm Glare) Um. No. There is no "ifs", "ands", or "buts" in this discussion, De. You're going to quit participating in that stupid challenge whether you win OR lose.

Escargoon: I'm gonna have to agree with Samus on this one, bud. You've already proven yourself to be a man in your own right, you don't have to keep proving that by taking a challenge that's already a meme of itself.

Dedede: ('Sighs in Defeat') Yeah, i guess y'all have a point there...It does starting to get old after while.

Samus: Exactly. Hence why I say it's stupid.

Escargoon: Hey, speaking of which, have you participated in the challenge this year, Samus?

Samus: (Starts Rubbing The Back of her Hair Back and Forth) Yeah, but uh.......

Dedede: You failed again, didn't you?

Samus: ('Sighs in Defeat') Yeah....Last night.

Samus Aran: Mission's a Bust.

Dedede: (Clicks his Teeth at Samus in Disbelief) Damn girl! And you said I'm weak minded?

Samus: (Pouts at Dedede) Hey, excuse me for having The Strongest Momm- I mean, Mom- I-I mean- (Starts Blushing Before Clearing her Throat) The Strongest WOMAN in the World for a girlfriend. I knew what i gotten myself into the day I fallen in her with her- (Glares at Both De and Escar as Her Face Starts Getting Redder) And I am NOT a Bottom!!!

Escargoon: We.....didn't say you were one though.

Dedede: (Forns a Teasing Smirk on his Face).But since you brought it up......

Escargoon: (Quickly Glares at his Best Friend) De, don't start.

Samus: (Glares Harshly at Dedede) Yeah, De. DON'T. Unless you really want me to send you to outter space.

Dedede: ('Clicks Teeth') Man, will you relax already, girl? I was just kidding! You being a Top and/or Bottom doesn't change the fact that you're the toughest Bounty Hunter in the whole town. Especially not to us.

Escargoon: (Smiles Softly at the Bounty Hunter in Question) Yeah, you'll always be cool in our eyes, Samus.

Samus: (Heart Begins to Melt as She Turns Away From the Duo, Pouting) Whatever. (Starts Blushing Once More) You dorks will always be cool in my eyes too....

Dedede: (Snickers a Bit) You gonna give Luigi a run for his money on the cuteness scale if you keep puffing your cheeks out like that.

Samus: Nah. I can never be on par with Weegie's cuteness. Remind me hug him later, will ya?

Dedede: (Smirks at Samus) Give us details on what happened that night and I'll convince everyone in our group to give the greatest group hug he'll ever have in his life.

Samus: (Notices the Picture on Dedede's Phone) Lemme hear that audio Morrigan sent you first and I'll you tell you every juicy detail possible. (Turns to Escargoon) If you don't mind listening too, Escar.

Escargoon: Yeah, I don't mind. I think I'm curious about it too actually.

Dedede: Then it's a deal-deal!

Both Dedede and Samus shake on the respective deals as they enjoy the rest of their chatting together with Escargoon on a breezy afternoon.

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[cantdrawist]

DEMON SLAYER

A WORK IN PROGESS!!!

This is Ōkami Shōji, which if you translate it means “Wolf Girl”. I got the inspiration from my friend when we were talking about Demon Slayer about “A wolf in sheep’s clothing” then this is what I ended up with. She’s basically a girl (sheep) version of Inosuke. Don’t worry, she’s just as crazy if not MORE crazier than Inosuke 😈🔥

I’m going to draw her again soon so lookout, maybe you’ll see them on here 🤩 ANYWAYS! Hope you enjoy these chicken scratch treats I’ve baked up for you all, see you next Friday :]

CREDIT: @cantdrawist (me)

my bestest regards,

Silly B 🦆🔥

[nighthaterfrfr]

ama yay! any lautity headcanons u have? (i love collecting peoples headcanons for my favorite characters and ships lol)

-personally, i love thinking that since grace has freckles, steph always likes to try and kiss every single one of them. grace, being grace is just very flustered and confused the whole time. it's gonna lead to sin according to her, but she cant move and she loves it

-they visit each others houses frequently. grace's excuse is that she's got a guest for a bible study, and steph doesnt have an excuse. who needs one if ur dad doesnt give a shit abt u?

-steph regularly uses glasses, due to poor eye sight from blue light exposure (her phone, like a fuckign lot) because of this, grace will sometimes tell steph to get off the phone instead and simply look at her. because looking at a pretty girl never hurt anyone.

(well, except if ur max jagerman)

-grace had been progessively calming down about her christianity thanks to steph, but mostly because its taken a toll on her, too. however, her hardcore beliefs about going to hell, just the guilt one feels from being gay, it still remains deeply rooted. steph tries to comfort her the best she can, but sometimes it just doesn't work,

those are the days steph worries most

-steph being in a class with both pete and grace makes me think she is really intelligent than most people seem. in the fic i made, i picture her in like a hella lot of ap classes, but somehow barely passing

she still does rlly good w the ap exam though somehow

-before they started high school, steph once found her instagram. she scrolled through grace's instagram and was just like "oh my god she's rlly fucking pretty hello?" steph, having no idea about her was crushing hard on some silly girl on her phone. but when they met???

shit she's cute, but she's just... she hates me.

now diverging from some silly things, that would connect well w the hatchetverse

-at one point, steph does in fact find out grace has the black book. she's upset, but grace has no regret. she's up for the hunt. she's up for the hunt and her next target is supposed to be her and pete. but, she can't find yourself to do it. wiggly especially is pissed, but he finds something out.

she has a weakness. perfect to know if she ever betrays them.

-after everything, grace was a shaking crumbling mess. god isnt real, a bunch of asshole beings are, she just turned back on what she treasured most, and most importantly, she got her virginity taken by some ghost max jagerman. steph watched, and pete comforted grace to the best of his ability.

she doesnt know why she's standing by when she knows that she wants to comfort her the most.

-again. THERES SO MUCH REPRESSED SHIT IN GRACE, AND HONESTLY STEPH TOO LWK. go wlw

thats it for now tbh but i may have more later lol