#agatha's is more unrequited

[esouliie]

WILL YOU SLEEP ALONE TONIGHT?

(rio vidal x reader) (agatha harkness x rio vidal)

synopsis | you finally see her again, after what feels like a century apart. but she's not the person you remember—her smile is wrong, her eyes colder, and her voice carries an edge that cuts through nostalgia. something is off, something you can’t name, like death painted in the wrong shade of blue: unfamiliar, unsettling, and hauntingly beautiful.

tags | angst, hurt/comfort, unrequited love and ohh it burns, it’s set after end of agatha all along sooo, open ending, everyone’s crying :(

word count | 2k

authors note | i’ve not written in a while but this lil thing was inspired by my recent obsession with aubrey plaza & my friend’s constant need to bombard me with sad agathario edits - @cuinaminute229

The air was heavy with silence, save for the faint hum of the single streetlamp casting a pale glow over the cracked pavement. You clutched your keys tightly, the cool metal digging into your palm as you walked across the empty parking lot, your dingy car left on the other side. The forest loomed at the edge of your vision, a wall of shadows that seems to lean closer the longer you look at it. The lamp flickered once, then twice, as if unsure of its purpose.

She’s not hard to miss, sat on the weathered bench beneath the light, her silhouette fragile against the darkness. Her face is pale, almost ghostly, and her eyes—a vivid, unnatural red—glint like dying embers. Old tears tracks carved glistening paths down her cheeks, catching the light like molten silver. You stopped mid-step, unsure whether to approach or retreat. This was something completely new to you. Rio was never one to let her emotions spill out, never the type to wear her heart on her sleeve, her true form bare for all to see. With you, especially, she was a fortress: stone walls, guarded gates, and windows so shuttered even the light struggled to slip through. Your time together had always been private, locked away behind closed doors and tangled in the heat of shared breaths and whispered sighs. It was nothing serious—that had been the deal from the start. No expectations. No promises. You’d both agreed to keep it light, easy, uncomplicated. It worked for her, and you thought it would work for you, too. After all, you weren’t exactly searching for a fairy tale with a happily-ever-after. But Rio had a way of upending expectations without even trying.

To you, she wasn’t just beautiful—though she obviously was. It wasn’t just her sharp jawline, her dark, stormy eyes, or the way her lips curved when she was amused. It was how she moved through the world: always untouchable, always unbothered, and entirely herself. Rio was the kind of woman who could make you feel insignificant and seen all at once. You told yourself it was harmless, that the smirk she gave you when you made her laugh didn’t mean anything. That the way she pulled you into her arms each night, her hand firm on your wrist, wasn’t your undoing. But oh, how wrong you were. She’s not the type to play fair, and you knew that from the start. Still, you let her draw you into her world, a place where shadows whispered secrets and the nights stretched endlessly. Every time she tilted her head and smiled at you, the world narrowed until it was just her, framed in smoke and fleeting light.

You weren’t supposed to fall for her. You should’ve listened to her warning. But you’ve always had a reckless streak, haven’t you? Life, after all, has a funny way of dancing with Death herself. And to you? She’s never been more beautiful.

“Go away.” she said, her voice stripped of its usual playfulness. The sharpness of her tone stung more than you’d like to admit, being the first you had heard from her in a century, but you stayed put, feet rooted to the cold pavement. She’s sat there, trembling, her arms wrapped tightly around herself like they could somehow block out the chill setting in her bones. Her shoulders hunched forward, defensive and small, nothing like the powerful witch you once knew.

Without thinking, you untangled the scarf from your neck. The soft beige fabric still holds the faintest trace of warmth as you gently draped it around her shoulders. She doesn’t resist, but she doesn’t thank you either. Her dark eyes flicked up to meet yours, just for a moment, guarded and unreadable, before dropping back down to her pale hands. Those hands clasped together tightly, her knuckles white from the effort, as if she’s trying to trap the heat that’s rapidly escaping her. You sat beside her on the bench, closer than she probably wants, until your knees press together. She doesn’t move away, but her silence felt heavier than the night air. Carefully, you reached out, cupping her cold fingers in your hands. They’re frozen to the touch, long and elegant as always, despite the way they’re trembling slightly, itching to flee from your touch, and yet, desperate for the heated comfort.

“I don’t have any gloves,” you murmured, a poor excuse for an explanation. Not that it matters. Your hands were always warmer than hers and always managed to make their way into hers.

“What’s wrong?” you asked. Her shoulders softened, just barely, and you think you might feel her fingers shift slightly against yours, hope you might feel her palms twist to wrap her fingers around yours.

But she didn’t.

“You shouldn’t…” she started, her voice quiet, fragile, but the words trail off into the cold.

You shouldn’t be here.

“I know,” you said softly, cutting her off. “But I am.” You saw the look in her eyes—the shift of calm waters against the storm brewing beneath her tightly clenched jaw, her ragged breath betraying the composure she so desperately tries to hold.

“Rio, what’s wrong? Where’s Agath—”

Before you could finish, she snatched her hands from yours as though your touch had burned. The abrupt movement knocked you against the back of the bench, as if she had actually pushed you away. Without another word, she spun on her heel and stormed off, her pace frantic, shoulders trembling. “Rio? Wait!” Your voice cracked as you called after her, your legs already moving to close the growing distance, “Rio, please! What’s happen-“

”Shut up,” Rio spat over her shoulder, her tone cruel enough to freeze the words in your throat. But as she glanced back, her eyes betrayed her; and there lied the truth. Her cheeks glistened in the dim light, a fresh stream of tears cascading down her face like a quiet admission of defeat. “Rio,” you said again, softer this time, cautious, of the wounded woman.

“Don’t call me that,” she hissed, her voice shaking. “Don’t say it like that.”

You know what she meant.

Don’t say it like you care for her.

Like you’re in love with her.

Her steps faltered, and she turned to face you fully, her arms crossing over her chest like armor hastily thrown up against your probing gaze. She looked like she wanted to fight you, to lash out and drive you away as she hid herself behind walls, but the anger in her eyes was tempered by something else—something fragile and crumbling. That part of her soul she had shared with you once before. This wasn’t the first time you’d witnessed Death’s cruelty, the way it tore through lives and left people hollow. You had seen it before, but this time, you weren’t going to let it win. Not with her.

“Don’t do that,” you whispered, stepping closer, nimble fingers hesitating, waiting for the slightest indication she’ll let you in, for the remnants of her walls to fall down.

“Don’t hide from me, Rio.”

Her breath hitched at the sound of her name. The way it left your lips felt like a one last touch, one last plea, one last kiss. For a moment, you thought she might lash out again, her walls snapping shut, impenetrable. But then something shifted. Her shoulders sagged, the fight draining out of her like a tide retreating from the shore. She stared at your hand, her eyes flickering between your outstretched fingers and your face. You don’t wait for her to make the first move, hands pulling her face into the crook of your neck, her shuddering breath warm against your skin. Her whimpers are quiet, but they echoed loud into your chest, her heartbeat rapid and raw against yours.

You heard her muffled words against your skin, faint and broken, and pulled her away just enough for your eyes to meet. Your thumbs brushed against her wet cheeks, coaxing her to speak again, though the tremble in her lips warned you of the weight of what she was about to say. “She’s gone,” she whispered, voice cracking under the pressure of holding herself together. You tightened your hold on her, pulling her closer as though your arms could shield her from the grief threatening to consume her. Your hands continued their futile attempts to wipe away her tears, even as fresh ones cascaded down. You pressed your forehead to hers, a silent plea for her to keep going, though you knew a part of you already dreaded what she would say next, of what really happened to those close to Death.

“I killed her.” The words ripped from her lips in a guttural sob, the kind that seemed to tear her apart from the inside. She collapsed into you, her weight nearly buckling your knees as she clung to you with desperate force. Her face buried itself into your neck, her tears soaking through your shirt as she poured her anguish into you, her cries now raw and unrestrained. You stood firm, steadying her as best as you could despite the waves of emotion raging between you, and for the grieving woman before you. Your hand found her dark curls, stroking them in soothing motions, while the other rubbed slow circles against her back all the way to her neck. “I’m sorry,” you murmured over and over again, your apologies feather-light against her crown. They felt insufficient, hollow even, but they were all you had to offer.

You weren’t entirely sure of the relationship between Agatha and Rio. She had never explained it fully, and you had never pressed her. From the outside, you had assumed it was similar to your relationship with Rio—intimate in a way that didn’t require a label but never crossed certain boundaries. But then you started to notice things. The way Rio’s eyes lit up whenever Agatha entered the room, as though her very presence ignited something within her. The subtle changes in her voice when she spoke to Agatha compared to you—softer, warmer, tinged with something more. And the way she leaned into her touch, like it was the only thing keeping her tethered to the earth. The only thing worth spending an eternity on this plane for. You had tried to dismiss it at first, the ignorance extending beyond your grasp, but now, holding her like this, the depth of her devastation told you there was more to it. Agatha wasn’t just someone Rio cared about—she was someone Rio loved, the only person she ever truly loved.

Rio’s sobs continued to shake her tall frame, and you held her tighter, even through your own suffering, as flashes of your last moments together crashed into you. It all made sense now. The distance. The arguments that spiraled out of nowhere. The way she’d simply disappeared, leaving you with questions that burned like open wounds, and a heart wounded by her cruelty.

She had fallen in love.

She had fallen in love with someone else.

The thought sliced through you again, sharper this time, and you had to fight the urge to pull away. To protect yourself. To let the hollow ache in your chest guide you into a defensive shell. Instead, you stayed. You held her. Because even if her heart had chosen someone else, yours still belonged to her. And you wanted to say something, anything that could offer solace. Words teetered on the edge of your tongue—a joke to lighten the air, a reassurance that she’d be okay, a confession, never able to see the light of day, that you’d buried deep for so long you weren’t sure it could ever surface. But the words lodged in your throat, too heavy, too tangled with your own grief.

So you stayed silent. This wasn’t the first time you had carried her pain over yours, and you suspect it won’t be the last. Her tears soaked through your shirt, hot and unrelenting, and her sobs turned to shuddering gasps. She clung to you as if you were the last solid thing in a world crumbling beneath her feet. And maybe, you were. Right now, you’d be whatever she needed. You pressed your lips against her cold cheek, arms still wrapped around her trembling form, “I’m here. Always.”

Even so, you couldn’t offer her what she sought, the life she once had with Agatha. That kind of love was never yours to give, never wanted by the woman in your arms. Death was never yours. But you knew you could offer her this: the steady, unwavering presence of someone who cared.

Someone who has and will always love her.

[iamnotoriginalphil]

Unwanted (Agatha Harkness x f!Reader)

Synopsis: You're in love with Agatha. It's too bad she's in love with someone else.

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: Unrequited love, angst

Tags: @sasheemo @buttercandy16 @chlondykebar @midnight-lestrange @babybeeelle @dontsblameme @grilledcheeseandguavajelly

You’d always wondered what Agatha in love would look like. You’d just never wanted to find out like this.

The Witch’s Road was meant to help you regain your powers, to come into your own, to stop feeling so god damned weak and vulnerable at all times. Instead, you were feeling smaller than ever, doing your best not to let the shadows pull you under. If you didn’t have to keep fighting for your life, it would be so easy to let the darkness have you.

But alas, the Road kept trying to kill you and so you were putting all your energy into not dying as you watched Agatha with the woman you were certain she was in love with.

You’d laugh if it wasn’t so pathetic.

When she’d shown up at your door, demanding you join her coven, you’d felt special. The great Agatha Harkness was hand picking you. She wanted you. You were important. So you’d said yes without putting any thought into the decision like the idiot you were.

There was no reason to still be in love with her. She’d popped in and out of your life for years now, showing up when you least expected it. The first time, when you were still young, too young to be given much notice by her, she’d swept into your town and dazzled you. Her power was extraordinary. She held confidence in her body like it was a lover. She’d winked at you and you’d known your life was changed forever.

Every time you caught so much as a glimpse of her through the years it sent your heart careening through your body, your pulse thrumming, breathless and wanting. You followed her career as much as you could. You’d heard the rumours, you knew what other witches said, and yet you couldn’t make yourself care. There was something about her, a blackhole dragging you in, the gravity you fell into, the body you revolved around.

So this trip should have been a good thing. Hours spent in her presence, showing how capable and competent you were as a witch, winning her over, it was your chance. Your chance to show her the kind of person you were and maybe impress her.

You had never been given over to flights of fancy. You knew enough to not get your hopes up. There was no fantasy that she’d see you in a new light and fall in love with you so completely that she’d drop everything and want to be with you. But there was a chance she might see something she liked or was intriguing or made her want to know more. And that could snowball down the line into something more than vague recognition of your existence.

So when Sharon had been killed and Rio had clawed her way out of the ground, you couldn’t have known you’d be watching that dream fall apart so completely.

“Who do you think she is really?” Jen asked, watching as Rio followed Agatha around a bend until you couldn’t see them anymore.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Alice asked.

“But don’t you want to know the details?” she asked, making it sound as if she was discussing the latest celebrity gossip, “how they got like this?”

“You could ask,” Alice said.

“As if they’d tell us the truth,” she scoffed.

You sunk down, shoulders curling, watching the point the two women had disappeared from view. There was a sick impulse to follow them, to spy, to force yourself to watch the way you would never be enough. She had someone. Her heart was full. There was no space for you.

“I bet they have some pretty kinky sex,” Jen said.

“Excuse me,” you said, standing.

It wasn’t that you were purposefully making your way towards them. You just needed to get away from the conversation Jen was trying to have. The ache in your chest beat in time with your heart, a constant wound you worried at only making it worse. Your footsteps led you away from the fire.

That scar thing had really gotten to you. The words mixed with the image of Agatha’s face, so beautiful, but going through such an emotional journey, was overlayed in your brain as you walked. You knew you could never say anything so romantic, nothing that could encapsulate such a deep love story, never experiencing that with her.

And the worst thing was you could understand it. Rio was something special. You only had to look at her to know. She was everything you wish you could be. You couldn’t even blame Agatha for being in love with her.

You don’t mean to stumble into whatever was going on with them. Frozen, you stared, far enough away that you can’t hear the words whispered to each other, but close enough to see the way Agatha reached for Rio’s face, the way she purposely shared air with her. Your stomach roiled and all you wanted was to turn away but you were unable to. You were rooted to the spot, forced to watch the only woman you’d ever loved love someone else.

Your fingertips tingled, your breathing grew shallow, your skin felt hot. It was almost like floating behind your own eyeballs, staring out at the world but not quite a part of it. The ache in your chest became something more acute, spreading out through your veins until every inch of you hurt. One touch would undo you. This moment would undo you. A strong enough wind would blow you away on the breeze. You were coming apart at the seams.

Long fingered hands fell from soft cheeks, drawing away, the expression heartbroken and angry and everything you never wanted to see on her face. She stepped past Rio, leaving her there.

Only then her eyes alighted on you and a wave of shame went crashed into you. Her face tightened, expression harding. You flinched back.

“Sorry,” you whispered.

Then you spun on your heels and fled.

Gasping for breath, you slumped down further down the road, somewhere no one could find you, somewhere you could be alone to try and paste your heart back together. Burying your head in your hands, all you could see was the way Agatha had reached for Rio, the tilt of her head, the obvious intent behind the action. Maybe it would be better if you let yourself sink below the Road. It would hurt less than this moment.

“Some things are not for us.”

Looking up, the tears clinging to your eyelashes turned the figure blurry. The bright cardigan was enough for you to know, but when Lilia settled beside you, you still wished it was someone else. Someone with blue eyes and dark hair and an inscrutable expression.

You truly were pathetic.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said.

“The heart wants things we know would be bad for us. I’ve had plenty of love affairs I knew would end in tears when they began,” she said, “this is one moment in time and there will be others.”

“There won’t,” you said then cursed yourself for confirming everything you hadn’t said.

“Of course there will,” she said like it was the simplest thing in the world.

“She’s been the only one my entire life,” you said.

She considered you for a moment, eyes narrowing, eyebrows pulling together.

“You’ve got to pull yourself together,” she said, “pretty thing like you? You can do better than the witch killer.”

“It’s not about doing better. It’s about wanting her,” you said.

Warm hands cupped your cheeks, turning you towards her. You wanted to pull away, to shake your head, to not let someone see so much of you. You’d carried this flame for so long, holding it close to your heart, protecting it from being blown out. No one had seen it, keeping it to yourself in a misguided attempt to keep your heart beating in time with the flickering light of your love. Instead, you dropped your gaze to your lap, hoping she wouldn’t see.

“If we survive, you must let her go,” she said, “you are tearing yourself into tiny pieces all for the sake of a woman who only sees you as a means to an end.”

“How? How do I do that?” you asked.

It felt like an impossible task.

“Accept how you feel then release it out into the universe. Stop holding on to it so tightly,” she said, “accept that you exist beyond these feelings. That you are more than them.”

“How do I rewrite the only truth I’ve had since I was a teenager?” you asked.

“You’re not rewriting. You’re evolving.”

She let your face go as another tear slipped free. Her fingertips caught it, brushing the wetness from the skin of your cheek. Taking in a deep shuddering breath, you finally let yourself meet her gaze.

“I’m scared,” you admitted.

“All the important things scare us,” she said, “you’re strong enough to do it anyway.”

“How do you know?” You needed to hear it.

“You’re still here. You’re still walking the Road. Under the pressure you’re not cracking. You’re turning into a diamond,” she said.

“Not coal?” you asked.

“You’re not going to burn yourself out,” she said.

“Is that a prophecy?” you asked, finally letting yourself smile.

“No,” she said, “it’s just common sense.”

She stood, offering you a hand. You took it, letting her pull you to your feet. Returning to the fire, you sat in the spot you’d vacated. Jen offered you a smile and Alice passed you the flask she’d been drinking out of.

It might not be what you’d thought you’d get from walking the Witch’s Road, but maybe you were building something better. Maybe you’d come out of this adventure with a coven. A family. And maybe that was the love you really needed.

[anki-of-beleriand]

A Heart Made Of Glass ch.14

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 - CarolxF!Reader

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.

This chapter is the concept of idiots in love.

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 14

The thing about love

The world was in complete turmoil.

Norway became the home to non-secret agencies trying to discover what had shaken the foundations of the city while taking its inhabitants into a virtual reality prison. SWORD had taken over the investigation overlooked by Monica Rambeau and the newest director of the reformed SHIELD, Tony Stark.

For some members of the SWORD team, it was Wanda Maximoff the obvious author of such disaster, but for some others the truth might be slightly more complicated. It was easier to blame the one that had been on the run before the Blip and then come back to enslave a group of people in a fantasy world.

Natasha Romanoff knew the situation was far more complicated that what everyone kept on spitting out in the conference room. She left after it was quite evident no one knew what to do, or what was really going on.

The cold breeze from the outside came rushing through the door, she shivered blinking away the blinding white from the snow covering the land. The houses in the distance had been repaired and people was going back their normal lives. The world didn't stop before the hex and it didn't stop now that it was over and two former Avengers, one powered teen and a witch disappeared.

“Still nothing?” Carol Danvers came walking down a makeshift road, she was wearing different clothing but the perpetual frown of inadequacy and concern was still there.

“Nothing useful.” Natasha stepped forward welcoming the crispy texture of the snow under her feet. “They kept on babbling about who to blame, while Tony, Bruce and Strange are trying to find a way to open a portal to the right universe.”

Carol huffed approaching the brunette, “the right universe? That may take centuries! This is something out of our scope,”

“And that's why we have to be patient.” But even as she said this, Natasha glanced with apprehension towards the bunker then back to the direction where Y/N house was located.

Time was passing slowly but surely and still there was not a single workable plan to bring you and the others back. Whatever magic or powers had acted during the attack from Scarlet and Agatha it had left no traces to be followed, it was as if you and the others had disappeared into existence. 

Carol dropped her head, her arms wrapping around herself trying to contain the frustration she had been experimenting for quite some time. Natasha looked at her out of the corner of her eye, the blond-haired woman was standing small with the sight of the mountains and the white of the snow behind her, those dark eyes had never stopped glancing back at your home while her power flickered restlessly around her. Natasha knew your relationship with Carol was complicated, it had been for quite some time. The other woman had reached out to you in the hopes to be with you, Natasha had seen the countless invitations to travel through the universe with Carol as well as seen those stares filled with longing that you usually missed.

The door behind her opened and closed, a couple of soldiers left the protective barrier of the bunker to share a smoke. Natasha cocked her head frowning, her thoughts going back to you and the recent complications in your life.

The return of Wanda had been a surprise, not only for you but for everyone. Natasha sighed lifting her eyes to the sky, when did their life's turn so complicated?

“You're thinking too hard,” Yelena approached her sister, the bags under her eyes the only evidence she hadn't had a good night's sleep since your disappearance.

“I am thinking enough.” Natasha replied, Yelena hummed standing beside her eying Carol before settling her eyes on Natasha.

“Why is it so difficult to have any leads?” Yelena grunted, kicking the snow under her feet.

“Apparently is not easy to find the right universe they went through,” it was Carol the one who answered, her voice dripping sarcasm, “I guess there is nothing we can do but…”

“Wait?” Yelena shook her head, “I'm tired of waiting.”

Natasha rolled her eyes, she opened her mouth ready to answer when the air and earth around her started to shake. She frowned positioning her feet on the ground, flexing her knees and lifting her arms to her chest height. Yelena took the same fighting position while Carol stood straightened up with her eyes focused on the spot where a small whirlpool of sand was moving fast on the ground. Electric waves projected blue and silver lights through the air, while the sound of a vacuum filled the silence of the plain.

The commotion brought everyone to the spot where the two widows and Captain Marvel were standing. Tony put on his metal glove with Strange lifting his hands ready to form a shield. With an explosion a portal in the form of a five-pointed star appeared out of thin air and three people came falling on their faces just before the portal closed.

Just as sudden as the event had come, it went away leaving everyone open-mouthed, shaking with eyes wide opened watching the three women now standing in front of them. 

You smiled sheepishly scratching the back of your head, your eyes going from Tony to Carol then falling on Yelena and Natasha. The tension was quite evident, and the silence that followed the explosion could be broken by the fall of a single needle.

Wanda came right in with America closed behind, the cold of Norway sneaked inside your clothes making you shivered but you did not move. You knew the moment you crossed the portal you would find everyone waiting, you never imagined Carol or even Tony would be there.

Before you could do or say anything Carol came right at you, her frown softening just as her eyes twinkled with emotion. 

“Y/N?” Her name on her lips made you smile, though a sudden grip of pure coldness grasped your heart and a heavy weight settled on your stomach.

“Hey, Marv.” 

Carol didn't even wait for a confirmation or more words, her arms wrapped around you holding you with the desperation Carol had felt in the last couple of days and all the love she had always felt for you.

The tension broke, and soon voices could be heard though you were too lost into the embrace to make out any meaning behind the conversations, or to even notice the saddened figure of Wanda who was standing just behind you with her arms around her and defeat written all over her face.

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A part of you knew what was waiting at the other side.

You were really surprised to see Carol there, but what really caught you off of guard was the hostility with which many were treating Wanda and America. You knew some of the agents from SWORD were quite reluctant to accept any innocent claims coming from Wanda, they had been under the hex and had experimented firsthand the emotions and mental manipulation the witch had imposed upon them.

Their anger could be understood if not justified.

However, as soon as the three of you were free from the hugs and welcomes from everyone else, you were taken into custody to start the normal procedure of investigation. You had been lucky enough to have Natasha and Carol with you, their interrogation always going back to what had happened, where were you and how you came back.

It was a tiresome day, but by the time a new morning came you were happy to discover you were given a nice breakfast and a couple of explanations of what happened after you disappeared. You were tired of talking, too many memories, and too many thoughts invaded your head and it wasn’t until Yelena and Natasha put a violent stop to all the questioning that the agents from SWORD and SHIELD didn’t let go of you.

You rubbed your shoulders glancing at your reflection, the woman staring back at you was looking tired though she was also slightly sad. You sighed putting a strand of hair behind your ear while fixing the shirt you had put on, with a last glance to your reflection you left the bathroom only to stop startle at the woman waiting for you on the bed.

Carol Danvers had not changed too much.

The both of you had not seen one another for over six months. You had been tied to earth, while Carol was still trying to make of the universe a better place to live on. The both of you had clashed more than once, and passion had been the main rule in the relationship you two shared; but words of love and tenderness were scarce and sometimes whispered in the hidden shadows of the night.

Carol sighed lowering her gaze to the floor before lifting her chin to stare at you.

“How are you feeling?” She finally asked though this was not what she wanted to say.

“I’m better, I guess. Tired, and hungry.” You offered a smile approaching the other woman until you were standing right in front of her.

Your hand lifted to brush away her golden hair, Carol closed her eyes leaning into your touch while letting herself feel the closeness of your body. At some point she had been desperate to break into the hex to get to you, to save you from the clutches of an ex-lover you seemed to carry everywhere you went. Now that you were there in front of her, Carol felt you had gone to a place she could not follow.

It was at that moment, Carol realized she had fallen in love with you.

“Quite the adventure you have, eh?” Carol chuckled shaking her head, her hand grabbing yours. “I can’t hardly believe you were in another universe.”

You winced holding yourself from putting your hand away, “yeah, it was kind of crazy.”

“Which part?” Carol asked, and this time around she couldn’t hide the reproach on her voice nor the jealousy she had felt when she found out Wanda had been with you all this time.

“Everything, carol, everything was kind of crazy.” You hardened your tone, stepping back only to be stopped by the other woman.

“I’m sorry, I just…” Carol trailed off, and you let out a shaky sigh.

“Look, it was not easy, okay? First I got into a body that was not even mine, in a world I didn’t even recognize, to a live I never thought would be mine.” You lifted a hand to the back of your neck. “Then I come here to face an interrogation that took most of the day and night only for you guys to find out that yes, this is me. And yes, the multiverse does exist.”

“I was scared.” Carol finally stated. “As soon as I came here, you were gone then they started telling me all these stories about Wanda and the hex, and then how everything was just the same here, and…”

Both of you fell silent for a moment, your heart beating painfully inside your chest. You knew it wasn’t Carol’s fault, and you knew the one who was all defensive was you. You felt guilty because you had allowed your emotions to take over your reason and that might get the woman sitting in front of you hurt.

“I’m glad you’re back, and I’m glad you’re cleared of any wrongdoing, now that Wanda is under custody…”

“Wait, what?” You stopped Carol mid-sentence, Carol was left slightly confused just as she noticed the sudden hardening of your stare. “What do you mean that Wanda is under custody?”

This time around Carol couldn’t hide her annoyance, she stood up crossing her arms.

“It was quite obvious, wasn’t it? She had a history of creating these strange hexes, then she came here with a girl that can travel through the multiverse, whatever she was trying to achive…”

“It wasn’t Wanda’s fault.” You stated forcefully, Carol scowled rolling her eyes.

“Right, now you’re on her side?”

“I’m not…” You took a deep breath, “I’m not on her side, Carol, but didn’t you hear my story?”

“Quite frankly, I only heard the part in which you found out those twins of hers were actually yours and not Vision’s. In another Universe, not this one.”

The moment those words left her mouth, Carol knew she had said the wrong thing. Your whole body went completely rigid, and your eyes flashed a dangerous black twinkle that sent shivers down Carol’s back.

“I am not happy about the whole situation either, Carol. But I am not going to blame someone that had nothing to do with what happened here, or even Westview.” You straightened up walking past Carol to grab your jacket. “Now, I will go to straighten everything up, even if I have to break her out of jail and fight whoever I have to.”

“Don’t leave.” Carol wrapped her arms around your waist, she pressed her forehead against the back of your head. “I’m sorry.”

You were breathing hard, the anger boiling inside your veins while her words resounded inside your head. It wasn’t so much of what Carol had said, but actually the real meaning behind those words. Everything had happened so fast, everything had been so overwhelming that you hadn’t had the time to think, to process everything that had happened. You were trying to stop your spiralling world, but every time you got a chance to stand still something came rushing in to shake you again.

A part of you knew Carol was not to blame, not completely. You were looking for an excuse, for something to make you feel better and not as shitty as you were feeling at the moment because of the confusion you were experimenting. For the love you still held for Wanda, while your affection for Carol was not enough.

You turned around wrapping your arms around her, your lips found hers and soon the both of you were giving in the passion you always felt around one another. Carol held onto you with the need of a thirsty woman, and you held onto her with the desperation to quiet down your thoughts and doubts. The kiss turned into a full make-out session that led to Carol straddling your lap on the bed; your hand sneaked under her winter jumper her skin warm under your fingertips, twitching with every single caress.

“Y/N.” Your name left her lips in a needy whisper, and all it took for you was to hear your voice to know you had to stop.

You leaned back placing a single hand on her shoulder and the other one on her hips stopping the thrusting of her hips. She was slightly dizzy, her cheeks flustered with her pupils dilated, she had a silly smile on her lips nuzzling her nose on your neck. You tried to return the smile but couldn’t instead you brush her cheek with the back of your hand, leaning into place a single kiss on her forehead.

“What are you doing?” She finally realized you had stopped; you were trying to get away from her while being as gently as you could.

You opened your mouth to confess, to actually come clean and tell Carol how what you were doing with her was not fair. But the blond-haired woman put a single finger on your lips, her lips curling into a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“I just have to go back.” You said placing your hands on her hips, “if what you’re telling me is how things turned out to be I have to intervene, it wouldn’t be fair.”

Carol shifted standing up and moving away from you, she cocked her head shrugging.

“I guess is not, if Wanda did help you out and was not even involve in the whole fiasco it is not fair to pay for everything.” Carol didn’t leave out of her comment the partial fault that the other woman had, at least for what had happened back in Westview.

“Will you come with me?” The question left your lips before you could stop it, Carol shook her head placing her hands inside the pockets of her jeans.

“No, I think I will wait here for you.”

There was nothing else you could say, and if she were to be honest Carol didn’t want to hear any more explanations. The blond-haired woman leaned in pecking you on the lips before nodding towards the door of your room.

“Go on, be a hero.”

You chuckled nodding briefly before putting on your jacket and leaving the room.

Carol stood inside your room for a long time, she leaned back against the dresser while her eyes fell upon the picture of you with Natasha and Yelena resting on the bedside table. Carol had known from the moment she laid eyes on you that a relationship with you would be dangerous, you had always been quite reserved and kept yourself out of any emotional attachment. Carol had been stubborn, curious as to what really was behind your cold façade only to discover a smart and funny woman behind it. She had fallen in love with your smile, your wit, and the way you always seemed to find the bright side of things even though your perception of your own life was quite poor.

Natasha had warned Carol about your broken heart, she had told Carol how difficult it was for you to actually open up to love again. But at that point Carol would take whatever you were willing to offer; she never thought there would be a time in which she would need to give up her relationship with you.

With a last glance to the picture, she turned around and left the room.

Love was a complicated it deal.

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Yelena could sense your anger even before she could see you approaching the bunker.

From the very beginning she had been opposed to the idea of keeping America and Wanda in holding cells like common criminals. What happened in Norway had not been their fault, they had come all the way to the city seeking protection and help, and that was exactly what Y/N, Natasha and Yelena had done. America was a teen just getting the ropes of her powers, while Wanda…well, with Wanda things were complicated it. But at the end of the day, she was not a bad person. She just had really bad luck.

Yelena cleared her throat glancing at Natasha who was on her feet as soon as she sensed your presence. You were coming with silent rage, your whole-body trembling stretching your powers to the shadows inside the room. Two agents came at you, ready to stop you but were unable to move their feet from the ground.

“Took you long enough.” Yelena said looking at her nails, you snorted stepping closer until she saw Wanda on a chair being held with some sort of necklace on her neck.

“Well, no one told me about this, so it was kind of hard to come before Carol let it slip.” Your fists clenched close, Natasha stood by your side pointing to the cameras and then to the two agents questioning Wanda.

“She is going to be charged.”

“With what?” You replied shaking your head, “where the hell is Tony? Why is he allowing this? I thought he has some jurisdiction in these situations…”

“He does.” Natahsa stated softening her stare, “that’s why he is not here.”

You scowled glancing at her then at Yelena, you opened and closed your mouth several times before pointing a finger at them.

“You allowed this to happen?” The rage you were feeling increased, but before you could say anything else Yelena came from behind you.

“Wanda did.” Yelena glanced at you then at the woman being held inside the room, the questions and the gestures of her jailers becoming increasingly demanding and aggressive.

“What?” This time around you were confused, Natasha softened her features knowing that you had been confused ever since Wanda came back into your life.

“You have to understand that whatever happened to you three, Wanda feels responsible for most of it. She took her responsibility since she was not allowed to do so before.”

Natasha could see how your processed her words, she grabbed your hand in hers squeezing lightly.

“But it wasn’t her fault, Agatha…”

“Agatha disappeared, remember?” Yelena continued, this time around you understood there was nothing else you could say, you could suddenly read there was more at play than just Wanda turning herself over.

Natasha and Yelena were not in the room by chance, you looked out of the corner of your eye the guards still struggling against the invisible ropes holding them on place. When you turned over to the room, your blood boiled in anger knowing that as always there was a hidden agenda trying to get a hold of powered individuals. This time around they had set their eyes on Wanda, who wouldn’t want to change the world around them? To get a hold of an individual that could take your through the multiverse, the power to shape the world to your licking.

“I hope Tony has pretty good lawyers.” You stated before moving past Natasha, your hand lifted pointing at the door of the interrogation room and pushing hard until the door crushed the wall at the other side of the room.

“Agent Schultz, I hope I am not interrupting anything important.”

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Wanda wondered not for the first time how much hatred and revenge people could harbour in their hearts.

When she first broke the hex from Westview, she could see the fear in the eyes of the citizens as well as in the eyes of those agents she had captured at some point. She remembered the demands for her arrest, the harsh wording in which they were demanding for her to be imprisoned or at least held tightly unable to use her powers.

It had hurt, it was Lagos all over again.

The accusations never left, and the mistrust in some of the people’s eyes had always been there. It never went away, and Wanda had always been looked at with fear, resentment, and pity; she had tried her best, even with Steve by her side, it was impossible to get past such negative sentiments and thus she had decided to just keep to herself.

“What do you have to say, Maximoff.” The agent pointed to the file with his index finger, the agent to his side playing with a black gadget. “This would be, what? Your third time trying to break into the natural order of things and use your powers to…what exactly?”

The collar tightly wrapped around her neck sent jolts of electricity through her neck, shoulders and arms. It wasn’t the first time she was subject to such a gadget, and the memory was still burned deep inside her mind while the pain felt extremely familiar. Wanda held onto her emotions with as much dignity as she could muster, she could feel her power build up inside her ready to explode and let the men in the room why messing up with a witch like her was a mistake.

She was not about to show them she was the monster everyone believed her to be.

So even through the pain, and the questions that repeated themselves Wanda held herself proud and calm, hoping that Tony and Strange would keep their word and get her out of there without any physical fight.

“I think agent Cho asked you a question, Maximoff.” The black-haired man holding the switch of the collar asked leaning forward. “We need answers, what else can you give us?”

“Nothing else, agent Schultz, I already told your superiors everything they need to know.” Wanda clenched her jaw, her lips trembling lightly when another shot of electricity went through her neck and limbs.

“You are answering to us right now, Maximoff.”

“You were telling us about a different universe, tell us exactly what—” Agent Schultz stopped talking when the hinges from the door gave with a crashing sound and then the door exploded around them.

Wanda never entertained the idea of you coming in her aid.

In her mind, she had always thought you were happy with her gone, after all, that had been the deal when this whole ordeal started. She sat straightened up on the chair, her eyes to the door where you stood up with blackened eyes and silent anger all over your features.

“Agent Schultz, I hope I am not interrupting anything important.”

“Y/N! This is not going to be…” The man trailed of making gagging sounds at the black hand wrapping around his throat.

“I thought everything had been cleared out when I was taken into custody and given my testimony, I don’t understand why Wanda and America are being held under such deplorable conditions.” You pushed the agent back stepping closer to Cho who was trying to get the black switch while looking for his gun.

“I don’t think so, pal.” Yelena stepped on the wrist of the man smiling down on him. “I was waiting all day to do this.”

“Why didn’t you?” You replied crushing the device while approaching Wanda, your eyes locked with hers.

“And taking away from you the chance to save the damsel in distress? No way.” Yelena chuckled cuffing Agent Cho.

You snorted grabbing the collar while locking eyes with Wanda, the young witch didn’t say anything but her cheeks coloured red and her lips curled slightly. You winked t her, unable to help yourself before opening the device making a gesture of disgust.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Your voice was but a whisper, Wanda shifted on the chair letting go of the breath she had been holding ever since she had been incarcerated.

“What could I have said to them?” She replied watching as Natasha and Yelena started barking orders around the bunker.

“Perhaps, that you are one of the good guys?” You could see the flicker of doubt in those green eyes, Wanda lowered her gaze lifting her brows.

“Am I?” She dropped her shoulders, her lips trembling as she continued, “I made a lot of mistakes, Y/N, I’m just trying to pay for them.”

You pursed your lips, this was not the first time you heard such words coming from Wanda and while at first you thought it was the minimum she could do after all the pain she caused you; right now all you could think was to take away the pain and loneliness that seemed to be written into those green irises.

“You have paid for them, Wanda, you don’t need to punish yourself anymore.” Without thinking too much about your own actions, the back of your hand brushed tenderly on Wanda’s cheek just before your fingertips traced the marks left by the collar.

“I still think there is a lot I have to pay for, perhaps…once I have paid off my debt you…” Wanda trailed off unable to continue, you opened your mouth to ask Wanda what she meant, what she wanted to say but before you could do it another set of footsteps came rushing in and soon the both of you were engulfed by the arms of a teenager.

“Y/N! Wanda! You guys are okay!”

Wanda hugged America back, her eyes locking with yours for a moment. Your heart skipped a beat, your hand finding hers in a single touch that lasted long enough to leave you yearning for more; Wanda from her part got hope ignited inside her heart, and once more, wish she was brave enough to do what Scarlet asked of her. To fight for you, to not let go.

To let herself be loved by you.

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America had never lived so much in so little time.

For a moment, when she could finally stop to take a breath, she felt as if years had passed and she had been thrown into a rollercoaster that took her from open danger to the next one without giving her the chance to assimilate everything that had happened.

That was until she had reached your universe.

Yours and Wanda’s.

America took a sip from the hot chocolate she had been offered, the room was filled with some agents and civilians, all of whom were just grateful that everything was over and life was going back to normal. Or as normal as it could be in a world filled with powered people and aliens running around the universe; America pursed her lips, knowing full well that after Y/N had come to pull her and Wanda out of the interrogation cells something of great importance happened for soon SWORD and SHIELD left.

No questions asked, no more attempts to capture and incarcerate Wanda or herself.

America let her eyes wandered around the room until she noticed Wanda on the far corner of the room. The young woman was alone, with her eyes gleaming with deep emotion she was trying to conceal behind the locks of hair and the glass she took to her mouth every five seconds. With a frown, America followed the stare from Wanda only to see you at the other side of the room.

Unlike the woman she had been back in the other universe, or whenever she had to fight, this Wanda was looking defeated. It was not hard to know why, you were laughing allowing an intimate caress and hold from Carol Danvers who was whispering something into your ear while Natasha rolled her eyes.

You looked happy, completely taken by the blond while Wanda remained in the shadows.

“They are complicated.” Yelena stood by America’s side, her accent dripping through every word.

America pursed her lips shaking her head, “I don’t understand why it is so complicated.”

Wanda’s attention was soon claimed by Tony, the man sat beside her talking slowly with gestures of his hands ensuring the young woman was really paying attention to him. At that moment, your attention drifted to her, your eyes softening slightly while your body turned completely ready to make your way towards her. A hand on yours stopped any movement, and while it looked as if your attention was claimed once more, you couldn’t help but look back to where Wanda was conversing with Tony.

“It is not so easy to forget and forgive,” Yelena shrugged following with her eyes the same scene America had been watching all afternoon. “They had been badly hurt, I don’t know much about Wanda, but Y/N was really hurt by the cheating. She felt as if no one could love her anymore.”

America winced for the very first time understanding where your anger came from, sometimes people ignored what others were experiencing and they forget that the pain and trauma was personal and not just something that could be turned on or off at will.

“But they are still in love with one another, isn’t it obvious to them?” America let out a heavy sigh, “it should be easier, after all this time…”

Yelena snorted this time around she turned to face America.

“You really think love is enough?” This time around Yelena’s eyes softened slightly, it was quite strange to find someone so innocent yet so hardened by the circumstances she had lived.

“It should be, right?” America hesitated chewing on her lower lip, “I mean, if love is not enough then, why are we doing what we do? Save people, save the world.”

It should be that easy, Yelena agreed. Yet she understood why it was so complicated, the former Widow could see your hesitation, the tension in your body for staying beside Carol while the longing in your eyes revealed your real intentions. You wanted to go to Wanda, just as Wanda wanted to go to you ever since you had rescued her from the interrogation room.

Love should be enough.

And now, all they had to proof this theory was time.

But time was not enough, and sooner or later, you and Wanda would need to decide what you really want and what you were ready to give and sacrifice.

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“I heard you were saved by Y/N.” Tony sat beside Wanda following the stare of the young woman until his eyes found the form of Y/N. “She came in, broke the door and scare shitless those Agents before putting you out of harm’s way.”

Wanda blushed trying to hide away her expression, she couldn’t help but turn her attention back at you. It had been a moment she had treasured in her mind, the soft caress of your fingers while your words reached the deepest of her soul. She never imagined anyone would come to her rescue, much less the very same woman she had hurt so much in the past, yet here you were ready to break havoc as long as Wanda was fine.

“S-she did what any of you would have done.” Wanda glanced at Tony who merely snorted shaking his head.

“We left you with them, didn’t we?” Tony leaned back letting his eyes wandered to the window, his voice just above a whisper meant for Wanda only. “Everything has been straightened up, you have been cleared of any charges and if you want to, you can come back with me to the State or stay here…whatever you prefer.”

Wanda huffed shaking her head, “I am clear? Just like that?”

Tony shrugged, Wanda narrowed her eyes at the man pressing her lips together.

“What did you do?”

“What I should have done a long time ago, Wanda.” Tony leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees. “You have suffered enough, I think after everything you went through in the past, and what happened recently with Westview and America, I think you deserve a rest.”

When Tony saw the hesitation in Wanda he placed a hand on top of hers, squeezing tenderly onto her hand.

“It is time for you to be happy, Wanda. There is nothing else to it, but a chance that this universe is giving you to be happy.” Tony offered a smile, his eyebrows wiggling playfully while his eyes were pointing to you. “I’m not saying is gonna be easy, and it probably won’t end where you want it to end, but it is worth a try.”

“She is already happy, and she is with someone else. I just…I’m happy for her, I don’t think I will be bothering her anymore.” Wanda whispered with her heart breaking inside her chest.

The woman tried to be strong, while also feeling a weight she didn’t know she had been carrying lifted when Tony finished his speech.

“I want to thank you for what you did, even though you did leave me on that interrogation room.”

“It was for a good cause, believe me.” Tony clasped his hands in front of him, furrowing his brows with his eyes following your every move.

Even if Wanda refused to see it, it was quite evident for everyone all you wanted to do was to go to where Wanda was sitting. Your eyes had barely left the young woman before her attention was claimed by Carol, though the Captain was not being successful in her mission. It seemed as if you had eyes only for Wanda.

“I think you should speak with her, Wanda. This time around without missions, or the past getting in the way.” Tony finally spoke, making sure Wanda could no pretend she wasn’t listening. “You two lived quite the adventure in this other universe, and believe when I tell you, whenever you get a chance to see the life you could have, the love you could share, the children you could have…well, your life changes completely. Talk to her.”

Wanda couldn’t help but glance at Tony with a new hint of respect behind her green eyes. She had known the playboy, as well as the businessman and the Avenger; she had seen many faces of Tony Stark but this parental one was the one she loved the most. Wanda wished she could be as optimistic as he was, that she could see what everyone was seeing; but she couldn’t and her heart was not ready to take in another wave of heartbreak.

“I will do it but, I need a favour.” Wanda said with her mind already deciding on her course of action.

“Whatever you want, little witch.”

Wanda smiled sadly at the nickname, she turned to you and with a last, longing stare she turned to Tony with a request that left the man highly surprised and confused; behind such a request, Tony could make himself an idea on how the conversation between Wanda and yourself would end up in.

He couldn’t help but feel sad.

Tony had always thought you and Wanda were meant to be together, that the love you hold for one another could work miracles.

Now, all he had was a hopeless hope that you would let go of the past, and that Wanda would not let go of the present.

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Wanda woke up with a gasp.

She was breathing hard, cold sweat rolling down her face and back. Her breathing laboured, burning her lungs trying to regulate itself while the images invading her mind stumbled one after the other. 

There was not a single noise around her, the room was filled with darkness, to her left she could see the flash of a reflection in the window leading to the backyard. The white dots of snow falling, breaking the otherwise blackened night; even though she could tell it was a cold night, her room felt warm. Unbearable warmth.

She lifted a hand to her face, touching with her fingertips the tears wetting her cheeks. Wanda wrapped her arms around her legs, putting them towards her chest, placing her forehead on her knees. The dream had been so vivid, she could see every single scene playing inside her head, her last chance slipping away through her fingers and she was still unable to do anything at all.

Her dreams had been plagued with the memories of Westview and the Blip, she had seen as you slipped away only to come back filled with hatred turning your back on her while walking away with Carol by your side. Her dream had shifted at that moment, and she was back in The Raft tied to a wall with a collar that held her in place while sending electric shocks that made her feel a blinding pain. You were there, laughing with Tommy and Billy glaring at her while asking you to leave Wanda behind.

Wanda held back a sob trying to put the memories of the nightmare away from her head. She tried to get a hold of herself, taking deep breaths while putting together a set of memories that soothe her soul. Tommy and Billy were the first ones that came to mind, her children had been real; they had existed in the way Wanda had imagine them at first, with you by her side rasing them as your own. Wanda couldn’t help but smile when these memories came with a set of pictures she had seen back in the other universe, the both of you had really gone through a lot of hardships, but always together.

Wanda broke into a half-smile remembering the sweet smell of your perfume, the aroma that was unique yours when she woke up in the hospital. The conversation Wanda held with you, while the shared company and closeness gave Wanda hope that things would be different; Wanda lifted her face trying to hold onto the tears while she finally remembered how you came into the interrogation room and pulled her out of the shackles that had been trying to hold her while she was being interrogated.

Wanda remembered that moment, her heart had fluttered with hope when you stood up for her. She had almost melted away when you grabbed her hand leading her to the closest room before offering a half-smile. Wanda had dared to hope until Carol Danvers came right in and you were swept away almost right away.

With a heavy heart, and tired limbs Wanda stood from the bed. Her throat was dry, hurting just enough for her to look for some water hoping she would be protected by the dark of the night and the tiredness everyone in the house was feeling early into the evening.

The house was just as silent as her room, and the darkness was only broken by the strange appearance of a silver moon that came along with snow. Her naked feet made a tapping sound, leading her way into the kitchen, the cold of the night finally reaching out her heated skin making her shiver. She furrowed her brows wrapping her arms tightly around her body until she finally reached the kitchen.

Wanda stopped dead on her tracks when her eyes found those of yours sitting at the table. Her heart skipped a beat, while her lower abdomen filled with butterflies, but with all of this it also came the shadow of her reality. Her eyes dropped to a spot on the floor, her mind and soul pulsating trying to get her to say or do something. The part of her she had shut was stirring restlessly inside her.

She didn't expect to find anyone in the kitchen much less you wearing nothing a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.

“Hey, couldn't sleep?” You placed your arms on the table, steam coming out of the mug you had in front of you.

Wanda was not looking so well, you noticed. Ever since you got back she had been all quiet, standing as an outsider while facing interrogation and examinations before joining the celebrations.  You couldn't help but notice how far away she looked, yet how close she wanted to be. She was looking just as confused and lonely as she had been the first day she got to your place, your heart shrank painfully thinking about her. 

 “I was thirsty, that's all.” She stated pointing with her finger at the counter, “I'll have some water and then…”

She wiggled her fingers trying to look everywhere but at you, her feet taking her hurriedly to the counter only to crash against one of the chairs. You were on her in a second, your arms holding her softly, smiling amusedly at her. Wanda looked mortified, her cheeks burning red and her hands trembling, unable to stay still while touching your arms.

“Sorry, I didn't see where I was going, I just…” you furrowed your brows, letting Wanda push you away while making her way to the counter.

“That's okay.” You went back to your previous position, frowning at the mug.

The silence that followed was broken only by the running water and the sound of glass being moved away. You grabbed your mug, taking a long sip from your tea, not moving a single muscle as you heard Wanda pouring the water and taking long sips from the glass. 

Wanda dropped her eyes to the sink, she didn't expect to find you in the kitchen but now that you were there she wanted to scream. She wanted to wrap her arms around you, she wanted to hold onto the memories she had of you two being young and in love, as well as to hold onto the life that could be hers if she hadn't messed up.

But she held herself, her knuckles going white for how hard she was holding onto the edge of the sink. She was too late, always too late.

No! You told me you will fight back, that you won't give up on her!

Scarlet's voice resounded inside Wanda’s mind but the young witch shook her head. She wanted you to be happy, and Wanda was not sure she was the person to make you happy. You had moved on whereas Wanda had tried to hold onto hope.

A hand on her shoulder made her jump startled. She turned around to see you standing there with your empty cup and concern flashing in your eyes.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, just…” Wanda sighed offering a shaky smile, “I guess I'm still shaking after the interrogation. I never got to thank you for backing me up.”

You offered a tiny smile, shrugging as if it had been nothing when you knew it had been everything for you.

“It wasn't fair how they were treating you, Wands. You did nothing wrong and people should stop acting as if you did.” Your replied was directed to what had happened recently, though you could see the weight of the memories inside Wanda's eyes.

“Some things were my fault.” Her voice dropped, her heart was beating fast at your closeness, the hand you still had on her shoulder.

“Some things we cannot change, nor can we control. Stop beating yourself up for that.” You wanted to add something else, but just as Wanda, you were confused.

Everything that had happened was overwhelming, it forced you to face a past you couldn't forget, it put you and your feelings for Wanda on the spot. It made you question why you were never able to forge a real relationship with anybody, and why watching what could have been in another world hurt the deepest part of your soul and heart.

You were still in love with Wanda.

But things were complicated.

“I guess you're right.” Wanda offered a crooked smile, she stepped away from your touch looking away from you. “I still have nightmares.”

Her admission broke your stance, you lifted a hand to her face brushing away some locks of hair while looking directly into her green eyes.

“That's the reason why you are shaking right now?” You asked in a whisper, your hand warm against Wanda's cold skin. “That's why you woke up?”

Wanda closed her eyes, weak under your touch and tenderness. She tried to answer, but you stepped closer and all her thoughts and reasoning left her weak on the knees. You softened your features, leaning in until your warm breath brushed against the skin of her neck and ears.

“I'm sorry you still have nightmares about it.”

“It's not your fault.” Wanda finally answered, her voice shaking. She lifted her left hand wrapping it around your hand. “Y/N…”

It was the tone of voice that broke the spell, you frowned stepping back a little. Wanda seemed relieved, though also disappointed, her green eyes begging you to not play with her. 

“Have you ever thought about what would happen…” Wanda started but you cut her off with a gesture.

“All the time, when I'm alone and I cannot quiet down my thoughts.”

“Are we happy in your thoughts?” Wanda knew she was not being fair with her questioning, but she needed it to know.

She needed hope 

“We are.”

Wanda leaned back trying to smile but coming off like a grimace.

“That's good.”

“Have you ever thought…” You started but Wanda was even faster than you on her answer.

“Yes, every single day.”

You tilted your head furrowing your brows with squinted eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“There hasn't been a day I haven't thought about you, about what could be.” This time around it was her the one that stepped back, she couldn't take her eyes off of you. “I hoped at some point I could win you back and perhaps everything would be back to normal.”

“Things cannot go back to how they were, Wands.” You tried to soften the harshness of your voice with the nickname but it didn't work.

Wanda winced looking down at her feet, she grabbed the counter with her hands her back to the wall and a single rute of scape available to her. 

“I know.” Wanda whispered, her lips curling into a bitter smile. “That was the moment I thought of Westview, I just…”

In the last couple of days, you had learnt so much about her and yourself that a part of you understood why Wanda had done what she did. Now it was easy to understand why Vision and not you had shown into the picture, why Wanda needed to be weakened mentally and physically before Agatha could do as much damage as she was allowed to before taken over. 

For the first time, in a very long time, you took your time looking at Wanda. Your eyes went from her naked feet, wiggling fingers trying to get warm to her legs covered by a single pyjama pants and a sweater, her face was pale with bags under her eyes that had always shone with sadness in them. Her hair was long, a little unkept, as if she had woken up, a copper-like colour that had always suited her complexion. Wanda was beautiful, and our heart twisted pleasantly at the sight your hands twitching at your side wanting nothing more than to hug the woman in front of you.

“Things cannot go back to what they were, but they can be different, Wands.” This time around you said quietly, Wanda lifted her eyes but she could not read into your expression. 

“What do you mean?” She whispered hating the bubble of hope that grew in her heart.

“I mean that we…I mean, we can be friends.” You backed away not daring to say anything else, not daring to expose yourself once more.

The bubble of hope exploded in a spiral of cold nails that went through Wanda's heart. Friends. That was all they could be, right? Things coils be different this time around, a moment in which you were only a friend destined to just not be close enough.

“That…that sounds good.” Wanda tried to smile, her lips trembling under the weight of her emotions.

You offered a tentative smile, “you can…I mean, now that everything is ready, America was thinking on staying over, so if you want…”

“I'll leave tomorrow.” Wanda rushed the words one after the other, her right hand fixing her hair while the left one picked on invisible threads on her sweater. “I…I talk with Tony, and everything is ready, I just…”

You stood expressionless, frozen on the spot while processing Wanda's words. The woman was babbling, never looking at you while bouncing on her feet 

“I promise you I will be out of your way as soon as this is over and, I think it is time, I just thought you should know.” Wanda winced, stepping forward, walking past you without taking notice of the pain written all over your face.

“Friends would be good, I guess…we could try it.” Wanda turned around only to see you with your back to her. “Good night, Y/N, sleep well.”

Wanda left and the coldness of the night followed her all the way to her room. She never got a chance to see the broken stare in your eyes, or the same coldness taking refuge in your heart leaving you open to what you really wanted but didn't dare to have.

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You didn’t say goodbye.

You were not ready to do so, thus you decided to just hide away and pretend Wanda hadn’t come into your life the moment winter began. It was easier than just face the fact that Wanda would leave you behind.

It wasn’t as if she owed you something, that had been the deal. You helped her and America and then, they needed to leave. You had been so full of grief and rage at that moment, you never imagine your emotions would change and that you would be faced with the situation you had been in.

Everything happened too fast for you to just think about it. And, when the moment came for you to do something, you just cowered away.

It was easier.

Running away was always easier.

By the time Wanda had arrived at your home, Winter had started. The days had been short, and the nights long and cold where the northern lights had been visible for most of the inhabitants in the North. 

You had been so busy with what was happening, that you had forgotten the magic hidden behind the green and golden lights that ignited the sky. Sometimes it changes into a pink colour, twirling above your home with a flicker of lightning just before fading away. 

You had chosen Norway due to its weather, and the quietness of the land. Not many tourists came to the fishing town, and the house you had bought was at the edge of a barely known road. It had been perfect for you to hide, and to run away; now it was looking like a prison, a place you could not escape from when everyone else seemed to walk away.

The wind was particularly strong that morning, it came with frozen bites on your uncovered skin. You turned around watching the mountains stretching through the horizon, the dark waters reflecting the darkened sky.  You had come to the lighthouse to think, and to forget.

But you were failing quite miserably.

The first time you walked away from Wanda, you had done so without even saying goodbye. This time around, you had run away before she could say goodbye to you.

You wished there was something you could do, something you could say to Wanda that would change the situation. But you weren't sure what exactly you could say, you and her had ended the relationship a long time ago, and right now whatever you two had was just a shaky friendship.

“Fuck!” Your scream could be heard through the sound of the blowing wind. 

“Why are you so frustrated?” Yelena was leaning against the wall, she was wearing a white, winter jacket with her brows knitted together.

You grabbed the railing shaking your head, your lips broke into a bitter smile. Of course, Yelena would be there watching your breakdown, Natasha had been like a mother to you offering her arms and shoulders for you to rest and let go of your pain. But Yelena had been the sister that made you face reality of what you were feeling, what you wanted and what you really needed.

“I don't know.” You turned around resting your weight on the railing, your eyes finding those of Yelena. “I've been thinking about everything that has happened, and I just…I don't know.”

Yelena nodded in understanding; she stepped closer to you crossing her arms. She was covering the fact she was freezing at the moment, her body shivering under the heavy weight of the jacket she was wearing. 

“You don't know or you just don't want to know.” Yelena glanced at you out of the corner of her eye, she wrapped her arms around herself pursuing her lips. “I think in the last couple of weeks you have to finally face a situation you had been evading for far too long.”

“I don’t know what I should do, ‘Lena.” You whispered frowning deeply, “everything had been clear a couple of months ago, I was happy until…”

“Until you received the videos?” Yelena set her eyes on the horizon, before tilting her head to turn her attention to you. “They were sent by someone inside SWORD, Agatha had more than one ally in the organization.”

“How do you know?”

“Natasha asked me to investigate while you were away, it wasn’t that difficult to find some of the records.” Yelena shifted the weight of her feet her hand sneaking inside her pocket. “I don’t think you travelling through the multiverse was part of her plan, though capturing you and getting Wanda, America and yourself in the same place was.”

“She wanted our powers, same old story.” You shook your head, “do they ever get original?”

“Don’t think so.” Yelena chuckled bumping against you, her face softening while she put from her pocket a single envelope.

“What is that?” You eyed the object with curiosity, Yelena pursed her lips before stretching her hand and presenting you with it.

“Before she left, she wanted to give you this.” Yelena frowned observing as your expression changed, you went from being slightly relaxed to a tormented soul in a second. “Whatever happened in the other universe, whatever happened in Westview, whatever happened when the both of you were young…I think, Y/N, you need to face the past and decide what to do with yourself and with her.”

You grabbed the envelope, taking care of the letter inside it.

“She left.”

“She did.”

“Yelena, I …” You couldn’t finish your sentence but Yelena was not expecting you to, she smirked shaking her head while rolling her eyes at you.

“The thing about love, Y/N, is that you can’t predict it, you can’t control it, and certainly, you can’t choose who you fall in love with.” Yelena said simply. “Now, it is up to you what will happen next, I think by now we all know what Wanda really wants, and who she really loves.”

“I thought you hate her.” You never took your eyes away from the letter, Yelena snorted shaking her head.

“No, I just didn’t like her that much, you were a mess when I met you.” Yelena stated turning her attention to the house. “She is not so bad, after all.”

You snorted shaking your head, with some reluctance you put the letter away wrapping your arms around Yelena, the young woman smiled allowing the comfort of your embrace while you two made your way back into the lighthouse.

The letter heavy on your pocket, your mind wanting nothing more than to know what Wanda had left behind. It wouldn’t be until latter that day that you would have a chance to read it and, by then, Wanda was too far away trying to hold back her tears while convincing herself she had made the right decision.

Wanda left thinking she would never see you again, and you read the letter knowing you needed to see Wanda again.

At the end of the day, it was about love, and what we did to get a little of it in our lives. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Next Chapter: You read the letter, Natasha reads the letter, Carol finds the letter, and Yelena and America are kinda desperated with you pinning for Wanda and not doing anything about it. Wanda is finally getting some peace, learning about herslef and her powers when, all of a sudden, she receives a surprised visit.

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♡ STEVE HARRINGTON'S MASTERLIST ♡

❁ AGATHA'S MAIN PAGE ❁

You can read this as it is but if you wanted more from this, here's a sequel "Baby Come Back"

﹆ Summary : you loved him with all your heart but he became unfaithful and there's nothing that he can do to mend it, is it really your last dance together?

﹆ Word Count : and again hoping it's not that too long for y'all

﹆ Warnings : 18+ MDNI‼️KingSteve! x FEM!reader, cursing, Steve and reader are both (18), unprotected sex, p in v penetration, both oral receiving, SMUT‼️, slight public sex I guess?, Steve will be so oblivious with readers feelings, cheating, unrequited love, friends to lovers, emotional abuse, tolerating, no use of y/n, not going to give any spoilers in here but beware that this will be ANGSTY!

﹆ What to Expect : SMUT‼️, FLUFF‼️, ANGST‼️, Steve and reader are the IT couple on Hawkins High, of course- by the term "King Steve" you know what that means, sorry ✌🏻

﹆ Note To Reader : Y'ALL BABY'S FIRST EVER STEVE HARRINGTON FIC!!!! AHHHHH <3 I'm so excited to spill all of my ideas about my first ever fave character from the show! and yeah I also apologize that I chose to do angst first 😔🤚🏻

﹆ Author Note : this is literally one of my favorite songs from George Michael and don't come at me, okay?!? I was just listening to this song and I was like why is this so Steve coded?!? AND YUP IT CLICKED AN IDEA!!!! ;))

Present : Prom 1984

"How are you holding up?" He asks as he tries to look at your eyes but you're avoiding it

"Been alright" you say as you look at him very briefly, your touches with him as you both swayed in the dance floor it felt different

His heart sunk when you couldn't even look into his eyes in the same way again

The eyes that are once so dreamy when you both locked in

He can tell that you're still moving on from him

He can tell that your eyes speaks louder than words

He can tell that you're still hurting because of him

Past : He shouldn't had an affair with someone else

"Diana, she isn't-"

"I know"

Steve is staggered as he swallows nervously in front of you, he wishes to be sucked down deeply on the floor and never to be seen again

He's ashamed for himself

He doesn't understand the meaning and the idea of love until it hits him like a block of bricks

And it hit really hard to the point that right after he slept with the other woman that night after the party that you both went out

He realized he made a mistake

A huge mistake that "sorry" can never undo the damage to what he has been done

Once the trust is broken it can never be fixed

You know he had a choice not to choose to cheat on you

But you laugh in disbelief as you think about it

Oh, right, he's King Steve

He doesn't know feelings and wants to keep his title to stay relevant

"W-Wait, you knew?"

"Everybody at school knows about it, Steve" you tried your very best to mask your pained expression but he can see it

The look on your face pierces right through his chest as he gulps

You have every right to be mad at him

You have every chance to shout and yell at him

But you didn't....

You talk so cold like it doesn't even matter to you

He darts his eyes everywhere in the room as he spoke again "After all this time?"

You sigh tiredly "Yeah"

He shook his head at you as he couldn't believe what you just said

"How? H-How you look-"

"What- I look what?!"

"You look...fine"

You incredulously laugh "Of course, I've had to Steve, we both got a title to keep it stable, right?" You reply to him in a mockery way as he averts his eyes somewhere else

"If you knew then why are you still with me?"

You frown at his words as you take all the courage to not breakdown at him, to not show him that you're weak but you failed since....

You love him too much that it's okay if you break apart from him

"Because I love you, Steve! Why don't you get that?!?"

Your chest heaves heavily as you try to control your breath as you cried angrily but also filled with sadness and frustration

Steve gasps, the moment you snap at him and saw you for the first time like this

You've never showed your side of vulnerability, yes, you've told him a couple of glimpses of your life but never this

Now, his eyes burned with forming tears as he tries to close his mouth in shock

You loved him? No one has ever loved him truly before

"I loved you so much that I play pretend so I can keep you!" You hiccupped into your own tears

"I loved you too" he said it out loud before he can stop himself, you saw how his eyes widens when he realizes what he just said

It's like a record scratch, you stare at him with your tear-stained cheeks as you studied his face

You blink, "What?!?"

"I've been drawn to you ever since we we're friends"

"S-Steve" you shift on your stance

"You're the only friend that I've ever had, who knows me better than I do"

You throw your palms on your face as you continue to sob

You're both dating for almost 2 years but why does he have to betray you to make him realize that he is in love just like you?

"Is this true?" You quietly say as you wipe away your tears

"Yes, it is" he walks closer to you but you moved away giving him the signal that you don't want him to hold you

"I-I tried to ignore the signs before that I thought maybe you- you just wanted this for to gain something"

What the fuck?

"Is that all really matters to you? Steve? don't you even think about how much I've suffered to maintain my sweet-like personality whenever we walked in the hallways?!?"

He thought maybe if he confessed his true feelings to you, everything will go back to normal

But it doesn't....

Not even the truth will bring the both of you comfort

Pain is all there ever is

"I've wanted to scream and I'm so tired to act like everything is okay, I really really wanted us to last, Steve"

"Turns out it was just only me who wanted to have a future with you"

The words just rolls out of your bitter tongue and it's a punch to his gut

"N-No, that isn't true" he begs

"You lost me, Steve, you had your chance and you blew it" you sniffle

Before he can say anything, you left him alone in his house as his eyes are still glued at the closed door hoping that you'll come back

But you never ever did

Future : if only he's loyal to you this wouldn't happen

You endured every single thing that his friends talked about you

Talked about, you're not fit into their world

Saying that "she doesn't belong here" but you didn't care because why?

You loved him

You love Steve Harrington despite what everyone else says

You don't care about titles

You don't care about these social cliques

You just wanted to have good friends and well, maybe love

Everybody adored you at school saying that you're the sweetest and kindest popular girl, it's actually rare for them to have those qualities because most of them are fucking assholes

You even overheard some other people like how did you even get into this situation?

Back in 1982, you're a new kid at school and you somehow manage to get into King Steve's heart without any hassle

You wished you've only stayed as friends

So, this wouldn't have hurt this much

"Steve!"

"What?"

"You know I'm ticklish!"

"I don't know" he feigns innocence and he still continues torturing you into your side as he towers over you as you lay at the grass with a blanket on his backyard

"Stop!" You say with a breathy laugh

He chuckles when you pout at him holding the both of his wrists "Okay, okay"

There's a moment that both of you halted over your silliness at each other

He never felt anything like this before

His heart is beating so loud that he could hear it throbbing on his ear

Your eyes went everywhere to his face

He is absolutely so beautiful up close like this

You're the first one to break the whatever that was

He nods as he runs his fingers through his hair as he watches you

He is so thankful that he has someone like you

You've never judged him, you let him know that emotions are valid that he can always count on you

You comforted him on his darkest days, you're the sunshine that help him to forget his absent parents

You feel so sorry for him when he told you he's alone most of the time in his enormous house

Yeah, maybe he's wealthy but he did not once felt happy until you came along

You're like an angel, he knows that he made the right decision to sit next to you at English Class, that's where it all began your newfound friendship

A part of him is afraid at that time you might back out if you found out that he's King Steve and his reputation at school

He is surprised that you didn't knew anything about him and that gives him a relief

After everything crashed down, now, you wished you knew all about him that's how he thinks about love

It's all just fun and games to him

You cursed at yourself for being so lovesick

A smile grows on his lips as watches you ate cherries on the vanilla milkshake that he make for you, it's your favorite

The whipped cream went on the sides of lips as you take a sip from the straw

He swiped it using his thumb and you blushed at his sudden action

He licked it off clean as you watch him

He catches you staring, there's a unreadable gleam on your eyes that he didn't not quite understood yet

Steve can't even register that he's moving closer to you and you froze as you hold your milkshake tightly as he cradles your cheek

He runs his tongue over his lips as his eyes stare at your rosy lips

He moves inches closer and your breath hitches, your mouth is slightly open as you look at him

He gave you one last look before he dive in

Your lips are now connected to his as he pulled you closer to him, he snatches your milkshake away as he puts it down as you start squirming and shut your eyes as you throw your arms around him

He smiles through the kiss as he deepens making you moan and his heart flutters at the sound of it, your hand crawls through his perfectly styled hair and he made a guttural groan at your move as you tug it slightly

His hands went at your waist as he squeezes it, the touch is overwhelming and your skin feels on fire everytime he grabs and graze his fingertips under over your clothed body

He slowly made you lay down beneath the blanket as you spread your legs to position himself on top of you

Your heart had never been this so fast, he tilts his head over the side as you yelp when his hands went under your skirt he starts toying with the garter of your panties, he smirks through the kiss

He cuts off your heated make out session as he removes his shirt and his eyes widens when you chase his lips as he pecks on it, you blink at his bared chest as you became flustered yet again, your fumbled panicky with the buttons of your blouse but he halted you as you let him undress you

It reveals a red lacy bra as he wolfishly whistles and you playfully slapped his chest as you duck your head down in a shy manner

God, why you gotta be so adorable?

He uses his index finger and his thumb to lift your chin to make you look at his gaze as you finally take him in

His cheeks are flushed, his hair is a mess and both of you are matching the same looks

The look that he's giving you, it's enough to make your mouth run dry and the wetness is pooling between your red lacy underwear

It doesn't take him too long to kiss your lips once again as he rises up slowly to undo his belt and his pants along with his boxers

He unclasps your bra as he throws on the side doesn't really matter where it lands as your hands when back onto your skirt to unzip it as you shimmy down and put it away

He reaches at your red lacy underwear but the moment he struggles to get it off, he starts to get impatient he snaps it just right about where your knees making you squeal

"I'll get you a new one, don't worry, baby" he growls as his hot kisses went everywhere on your chest and you can tell that he is hesitant to touch you

He doesn't even know if you wanted this but as if you can read his mind, the second thoughts were erased as you told him

"Steve, it's okay, you can touch me"

You breath heavily with his kneading your breasts as he plants smearing marks on your neck hitting that sweet spot making you mewl

He pats your thigh as a signal to wrap it on his hips

He holds your waist aggressively you know it will be bruised and it turns you on even more

You gasp as you can felt his tip intruding your tight hole as you can feel him entering smoothly along with your juices and arousal

It doesn't even needed a lubrication, he is drenched because of you

"Jesus Christ, y-you're dripping wet" he grunts as he watches your cunt devouring him as he can see your eyes fighting to stay open

He smirks as he fills you all the way up, you throw your head onto the side as you bit down your bottom lip

"S-Steve, please move"

He is so big to make you scream as you finally adjusted to his size and felt comfortable with pain and pleasure

He puts the other leg down as he lifts the other one as he puts over his shoulder and pulls you down closer to him that earned a whimper from you

He starts rutting in and out slowly, he hasn't even done anything and yet, it's driving you crazy

The squelching noises, the slamming back and forth with his slow pace as you start clenching around him

"Goddamn it, baby, you gotta stop doing that" his mouth is hanging open and already knows what heaven feels like

This is heaven

He doesn't ever want to leave

"M-Move f-faster" you stuttered between soft moans as you pawing at his hairy covered chest as he begins to go rough on you

Your hand flew over as you slapped and covered your mouth as your breasts start to jiggle from his movement, he tear off your hand as he pins it down

"Don't be shy on me, I wanna hear you loud and clear"

You whine and arched your back as he start to held both of your arms to go along with his neck as he pulls you even more further making him go deeper inside of you as you throw your head back and you gave him his wishes

You moaned beautifully as he devilishly smirks as he kisses you again but this time is filled with lust and teeth began to clash

Your whole body feels lumpy as both of you went back down as he raises both of your arms over the top of your head as he pounds at you placing kisses all over your face

You watch him down below as he fucks you ramming his way so easily

Your eyes rolls back as your high pitched moans went "ah-ah-ah" he feels so fucking great to hear those coming out of you because he's the one that made you feel like this

"So tight, baby, you're killing me"

"S-Steve, don't sto-p"

You wrap your legs around him as you tangle at him along with his body to push him down

"Oh shit!" he exclaims as his eyes darkens

You giggle but the time when he fingers touched your clit and you shudder

"Not so funny are we now, baby?" He bullys your clit earning a lewd noises falls from your lips

You nod at him pathetically as you matched his movements making him chuckle darkly

He lets go of your hands as he hooks his hand under your knees as he sheathes himself inside of you

You started babbling at him saying "S-Steve- fuck! That's it right there!" You shouted out loud but not without a moan

Yes, this is what he wanted

Let the neighbors hear you that he's the one who giving you this sweet pleasure

He thrusts as you shake your head begging for a release

"Yes, baby, I know, just let it go, I got you"

"ah-Steve!-oh"

You moan wildly as you chant his name as you came undone

He spills his load painting your flesh walls white

Your legs are trembling and you're shaking badly as he lazily smile as his spent body went boneless on top of you

You embrace him with your warmth along with your tangled legs as you kept him in place

His eyes go big when he realizes he had done something, you felt him became tense as you hold him softly by his shoulder blades

Despite, the fiery sex that you just both had, you're still in that haze but you remembered that both of you just did that on his backyard is making you feel fuzzy

He carefully rips himself off of you as he start scrambling to get on with his boxers

You immediately missed his scent on you

You furrow your brows as you watch him run off with that worried look on his eyes

You didn't have the time to wear your discarded clothes as you chose to grab his towel that is hanging around the lounge chair that he uses when he wants to take a dip from his swimming pool, you covered it with your naked body

"Steve! Wait- what is it?" You asked him with concern his heart feels booming inside of his chest by the tone of your voice

You really did care about him

This is all too good to be true

You followed him as he moves the sliding the door as he went outside he stopped once he's in there

You stare at behind his back and insecurities are now lurking in the shadows

Did he regret it?

Just run off and never look back save yourself from rejection

But you didn't instead, you touched his shoulder softly as he melts with it, you call out to his name again, you swore you heard him crying

He slowly turns his body around facing you and now you met Steve's eyes with threatening tears that are about to fall

"O-Oh my god, Steve? Are you okay?- Tell m-"

"W-We didn't use protection- and I-" he croaked up in his own tears

"I came inside of you and I didn't even asked you first that if you wanted this to happen" he motions at the two of you and you can see the guilty look from his eyes as he rests his forehead against with yours

Your eyes softens as it starts become glossy

Did he ruin your friendship?

Did he broke the last precious thing that meant a lot from him?

"Steve, it's fine, I've wanted you to"

His blinked the tears away just to see your face clearly

"Y-You wanted it?" He says as he holds your hands raising it closer to his face as he kisses it

You take a deep breath through your nose as you brave enough to confess your feelings

"I wanted you more than as a friend, Steve"

The swallows the lump on his throat as his chest eases out from tension

"The truth is that I love you, Steve" a fallen tear as you smile at him

Your eyes are shining with so much affection that he doesn't have before and it scares him

He shakes his head in disbelief as he watches you hug him

"You don't have to say anything, I just wanted you to know that I do, I am really in love with you"

He squeezes his eyes shut to your words as he hugs you tightly as he rests on the crook of your shoulder

He finally got what he wanted all of his life

Until, he realizes it was too late

He was too late for him to figure it all out, when you finally made up your mind that you want him in the first place

You loved him too early, he loved you too late

Aftermath : you can't ever lie to yourself that you still want him after how he treated you harshly

As much as you wanted to cling on to him and keep things the way they were

You know what's best for you

You know it's the right thing to do

You know deep down to your soul that you don't want this to end

But this is all too much for you, too much for you to bear

The agony, pain, sorrow, disappointment, heartache, if you continue this, you will be miserable

You want it keep it going, hell, if he asked you to marry him, you would, fuck, he might not even finished saying the lines, you will say "yes" to everything

But his heart is elsewhere, his mind is remains afloat

You got your heart and your soul devoted to him, you gave your most sacred value, your body

Only to be wasted to be washed away down the drain

But still, you've never regret doing it to him,

But no matter what you do, no matter how many times he apologizes to you, sure, you can see it that he despised his fault for your failed relationship

It isn't feel right and it isn't working

You can't see and look at him in the same way before, all you can see is....

It's deceitful, it's making you so angry but you will never show how hot-headed you are

Because, yet again, you loved him, no matter how you wanted to scratch his face out of madness

He is intimidated by your whole sense of nonchalant micro expressions but he knows behind that mask

You're upset

You know it yourself that you've done everything that you could ever give to him

You conclude in your own thoughts alone that you aren't enough for him

There might be sprinkle of insecurity that you wanted to brush it off but that's what you feel

You supported him, take care of him, you've been a good listener, you've been a loving girlfriend of his that in other people lenses

You're just an eye candy

Now, you understand what you've gotten those sympathetic eyes on you at school

Because this is all what comes down to....

You're just another girl that he got himself a jackpot to his prize

Just another trophy to his collection that he just....slept with you and he'll do it again after to the next girl that he got eyes targeted

Despite at how brutal that sounds

You will always love him

Back to Prom 1984

You can feel everyone's eyes on the both of you

You're dancing together at the center of the dance floor

They knew about you and Steve's relationship and the infidelity that he has done

They knew about the bond that is going to fall apart

Steve thought that the music is far from being too loud, he is getting overwhelmed by it, he wants to turn it off and leave the premises with you where he feels safe

Now, he is slipping off with your delicate fingers, the only sanctuary that he has ever given and he knows that he is fucking lucky to have you

He wished that the both of you could lose this crowd

"Let's go outside"

"N-No, S-Steve- No"

He ignores your protests and he tugs at your hand leading you out of the dance floor as he tries to scrape you off your feet and dragged you outside

The students starts whispering all around

He is surprised that you let him hold you

You let him intertwined your hands with his

He pushes you outside first slowly and he closes the door behind him, the music blurs out

You wrap your arms around yourself the night chilly air hits your delectable skin as the fairy lights from the streets makes you look glowy

He sadly sighs as he finally had the chance to look at you like this again

This is the only time that he saw what's in your eyes, god- is this what he trying to dodge? what is he thinking? all he wanted is to punch himself for cheating on you

All he can see the remnants of your undying love to him on your eyes but also mixed with a cloud of gloominess

He fucked up big time

He removes his coat as he tries to give it to you

"I don't want your coat" you step away as you sternly look at him

He ignores again, your remark as he places his coat around you

"What should I do to gain back your trust, please tell me" his hazel eyes pleads for you and your eyes burning from the tears forming

Your chest tightens, you don't want to have this conversation again

You know it'll ended up so raw and you feel exposed by your feelings and the worst case

The transparency of your emotions

The seconds as he awaits for your reply, the music from the gymnasium dies

You look at him that he doesn't ever wanted to see

It terrifies him horribly as he begins to cry in front of you as you did too

"Oh, god- please no" his voice starts breaking and your heart shattered at the sound of it

He knows exactly the meaning behind your melancholic eyes

It's all sad goodbyes

"Steve, maybe it's better this way" you say as you held his cheeks as he presses himself against it at the palm of your hands as he kisses it

"No, it's not-"

He knows that you aren't a fool to this any longer, he knows what's about to happen but he can't help but beg for you to not leave him

You rip your hand out of his cheeks as he already misses your touches

You hated how fast you feel powerless over him whenever you talked to him like this

You hated how easily that he can get to touch like nothing happened

But, not this time, not anymore

You're trusting your gut, you listen to your inner voice

"Steve! If we pick up where we left off, we'd just end up hurting ourselves and it will hurt a lot more of the things that we wanted to say to each other"

"Don't say it like that- I promise that'll be better, I'll prove it to you"

You slam your lips over his and he can't help but feel the same butterflies on his stomach that he once ignored, you kissed him like it was your last breath

There's a voice inside of his head that says he something is bad is about to happen

God, if he could only turn back the time and he'll make things right

"Don't let this get over with your head, I am giving you one last dance, one last touch and one last kiss"

"N-No, please- don't let go-"

"I'm saying that this is goodbye, Steve"

"W-We could've have been so good together, we could've have this dance forever"

You smile sadly, "I wish you thought about that before you crossed me" he watches you as you take off his coat from your shoulders

Your heels hits the pavement as it starts clicking as you walked away from him

He chases you as he hugged you from behind, you breakdown in tears again, he rests his head over your shoulder as he sniffled

"Please stay"

"You will always have my heart, you know it belongs to you ever since, Steve, and I'm always going to love you, but I have to go" you caressed his hand as you remove yourself from him as you take a look at him one last time

"I love you Steve Harrington, thank you for giving me how betrayal feels like" you humorlessly chuckle as he runs his hands over his face, he keeps shaking his head sideways

You kissed his cheek as he watches you with those tired eyes, of course, you can notice everything, the dark circles surrounding his eyes

He hasn't gotten any sleep like you do

He can't sleep properly because of you

His mind and his heart screams at you

He wants you back on his life, but now, he's alone again

He hates himself and he knows what he did is unforgivable and unforgettable

"I'll miss you, take care okay?" You choke in your own tears as you fixed his hair for the last time, the kind gesture that he always admired, he can't believe that this is the last time

He holds both of your shoulders "I can't never love again, I only want you"

Your heart cracks piece by piece to his words

The time is running out, you need to move

"If you really love me you have to let me go, Steve"

He begrudgingly loosens his hold on you as he watches you walking towards your car, his eyes are fixated on you and you know it

You badly wanted to look at him again, but you decided against it, you don't even wanna leave him like this but it had to be done

He cries standing all alone on that night

You cried while driving home as your knuckles turn white as you grip on the steering wheel

He knows for a fact that he will never gonna dance again

The way he danced with you

[tarithenurse]

Everybody knows but you - 1

Fandom: MCU. Pairing/starring: Loki Odinson/Friggason &/x fem!reader. Word count: 2651. Content: Pining, slow burn, lack of communication, Loki doesn’t know how to woo his love, idiots to lovers, unrequited love sort of. A/N: This was supposed to be a one-shot but I figured it’d get too long if I didn’t split it. As per usual please like, comment, reblog. Here’s my TAGLIST and my MASTERLIST for more.

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--- Loki’s PoV ---

The moment he saw her, it was as if all the air was knocked out of his chest and the world fell away until there was nothing left but her. A commoner, sure, but there was nothing common about her or the way she moved, gracefully weaving between the tables to fill up cups and clear away discarded plates and emptied bowls. It was like a dance. And her face? Kind, smiling discreetly at the many guests she neared, the most beautiful eyes that held all the stars of the multiverses.

--- Reader’s PoV ---

It is busy tending to people and cleaning up. Each time you’ve emptied a pitcher of mead or wine you make sure to collect a towering stash of empty platters to bring with you to the kitchens as you go to fetch a new pitcher. Your feet are ever moving, often finding the music of the bards a help.

“High table,” your matron orders, shoving a crystalline carafe in your arms.

Normally that’s not where you serve but you know your manners and so head off to do as tasked.

The royal family is beloved for the most part – the younger prince does have a reputation for being a prankster but you yourself have not have to deal with any of his mild offences. The queen in particular is attentive to the needs of the servants such as you and it is because of her that there are plenty of hands to help even this late in the feast as now – she inspires everyone to want to give their utmost. You included.

Fleet but steady on your feet, you approach the high table and curtsy before stepping into their close proximity to pour the wine. Odin first, then Frigga, Thor and finally Loki. They each nod graciously after you’ve filled their goblets and you are about to turn and leave with one final curtsy when Loki’s hand shoots out and grabs your wrist.

“What is your name?” he asks boldly.

So perplexed are you that you tell him. Briefly, your gazes meet and there’s something in his eyes that you can’t place.

“My lord?” You wonder what he wants.

A faint dusting of pink adorns his cheeks as he lets go of your wrist. “That would be all,” he dismisses you curtly.

You leave him and his kin but as you reach the door to the kitchens, you look back and find that he is looking your way. For reasons you cannot explain, it makes your heart skip a beat.

--- Loki’s PoV ---

The room feels colder the moment she leaves, the light duller. Glancing to the goblet of wine, Loki has to accept that he no longer holds an appetite for the drink as fresh and sweet as it may be.

Frigga leans in, her fingers brushing his hand to get his attention. “I know of her. She has worked diligently and some might not find it disproportionate if she were to be given a higher station among the ranks of maids.”

Arching a brow, the onyx-haired prince tries to understand what his mother is saying. A higher station? Clearly she’s a part of the kitchen staff but perhaps....he considers the options carefully. His own maid, Agatha, is an old crone, perhaps it time for her to retire and for someone younger to take her place?

“Agatha has been complaining more about her aching joints lately,” Frigga adds seemingly innocently.

“I shall consider it,” Loki relents, secretly already having made his decision.

---

Days pass where he doesn’t see [Y/N]. She’s all he can think of whether awake of asleep and it prevents him from finding the usual joy in his activities – like today where the book lays open in his lap as he sits by the window...but not a page has been turned for a while.

“Your highness,” Agatha’s creaky voice breaks through a reverie starring a young maid, “may I speak freely?”

Snapping the book shut, Loki turns to his loyal servant. “You may.”

“I am old. I can barely fulfill my duties adequately.” He wants to protest but she shakes her head gently, making the grey curls dance. “I should very much like to retire but I would also like to train my successor.”

“And I suppose you have given thought as to who that should be too?”

A sly smile stretches the old lips, erasing the fine wrinkles for a moment. “Indeed, my prince.”

--- Reader’s PoV ---

Everyone know old Agatha. She’s an institution of her own at the palace and your heart had been thumping as she explaining that you had been reassigned to the prince’s quarters as her apprentice for a week. After that you were to take over her duties completely and she would retire.

As you now approach the door of Prince Loki, you see the old woman waiting for you and you worry that you are late.

“You’re early,” she points out, though.

The sun has barely risen but Loki starts his day before most others and his bath must be ready by the time he wakes.

Tiptoeing into the darkened room after Agatha, it takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the lack of light. Then, looking around with big eyes, you spot the imposing shape of the canopy bed with its curtains drawn, the immense wardrobe; to the other side is a desk and chair before tall bookcases and beyond a few steps down before the enormous windows and glass doors behind drawn curtains is an assembly of comfortable chairs around a low, round table near the fireplace.

Agatha pats your wrist and points you to the fireplace: clearly you are to get the fire going. Dutifully you tiptoe over and tend to the task while your tutor collects the laundry and an emptied carafe and goblet in a basket she had brought.

Once the fire is flickering, eating hungrily at the wood, the two of you tiptoe to the adjoining bathroom and tidy up there too. There is, oddly, no tub...but then you realize that a part of the floor is sunken and serves as a pool once it has been filled. Not for the first time, you appreciate the magic of the palace and it’s amenities.

“Go get his majesty’s breakfast,” Agatha decides. “Do you know what he likes?”

You do. You’ve personally prepared his breakfast tray the last year and so you nod eagerly.

---

The week passes quickly and only one task has not been permitted of you to perform or witness: assisting with dressing and undressing. You do pick up the laundry and return the clean clothes each day...but Agatha insists that you not be present when she aids the prince.

That is why you are much more nervous today because this is your first day alone in Loki’s quarters.

Trying to push the worry aside for now, you silently move about and do what you must to the point where you’ve returned with the breakfast tray, carefully setting it down on the low table before the fireplace.

“Open the curtains,” you suddenly hear Loki’s voice.

“Yes, your highness,” you reply as you are supposed to.

The light that streams into the room is cold, laced with frost as it is the beginning of winter but the sharp light does gleam off the polished stone and wood in the room and catches in the rim of the goblet of fruit juice.

There’s a sound of smaller curtains being drawn aside and instinctively you glance over at the bed: Loki is getting out of it, stretching lazily and rolling his shoulders so his muscles flex. His torso is bare. In fact...all of him is bare!

Averting your gaze quickly, the damage has been done and the sight is burned into your memory though you shamefully must admit to yourself that you don’t entirely mind.

--- Loki’s PoV ---

So pure and innocent. Although she had glanced only for a fraction of a moment, Loki had noticed how sharply she breathed in before she looked away. Reaching out for his magic, he envelops himself in a soft robe to spare her further torment, though, and somehow he feels better for it, diluting the bad taste that had been left behind by her reaction.

“Sit,” he orders, pointing to one of the soft chairs.

If she’s baffled by the order, she doesn’t show but she can’t hide the slight jerk in her body as the chair turns out to be softer and thus deeper than she was prepared for even as she sits on the very edge of it, hands on her knees and back straight like an arrow.

Loki sits too, grabbing the goblet – although the allure of food and drink is diminished, he must take sustenance. Sipping, he is surprised to find that in her company it tastes well once more.

“Did you prepare my breakfast?” he asks bluntly.

She shakes her head. “Not anymore, your highness, though I do ensure it is as you wish.”

That catches him by surprise. “Anymore?”

She just nods, too timid to speak. No matter, the meaning is clear.

Eating and drinking contentedly, Loki regards he calmly while she on the other hand tries not to fret in her seat.

“M-my prince...” she tries, nervously, “is there anything I can do for you?”

Agonizingly, he can imagine a plethora of ways she could service him but he pushes the ideas aside. “Tell me of yourself.”

Looking stumped, she can’t keep her gaze from him as she wants to ensure he is serious. And he is.

“I...am of a small family, the only child and my mother working as a seamstress while my father is a farmer.” She tries to abide by his wish, explaining haltingly of her childhood and upbringing until the day of her promotion.

“Your schooling,” Loki returns to a subject she had passed over quickly, “were you a good student?”

He can’t imagine anything else and of course she nods. “I got good grades, making my parents proud.”

“Of course.”

Getting up, he strides to the bookcase and plucks a slim volume from a shelf. It’s well-read, the binding worn but not enough to tarnish the red silk or fray the golden lettering. It is a work of poetry and sonnets and maybe this is a way to allude to what she makes him feel.

He returns and gives it to her. “For you.”

“Your highness!”

He can see that she’s about to protest and hold a finger to her lips. “No objections,” he orders.

She’s staring up at him with wide eyes that reflect the light from the windows and the fireplace, holding it as if it’s her soul glowing, baring itself to him. Then she blinks, casting her gaze to the book in her hands.

“Thank you, Prince Loki.”

Oh, how he cherishes the sound of his name on her lips. He has half a mind to kiss her but he knows he must tread carefully with her. Withdrawing, he just nods.

“I wish to bathe now...you may leave me.”

She’s light as she gets up from the chair, carefully tugging the book in a large pocket in her apron before grabbing the tray. Only by the door does she hesitate, looking back.

“Thank you,” she repeats. “I shall return at your behest or by midday.”

--- Reader’s PoV ---

There had been something in the prince’s eyes when he gave you the book but you couldn’t place it. Now you rush to the kitchens and from there to the servants’ quarters where you have a tiny room. Standing by the narrow window, there’s enough light for you to admire the gift and your fingers trace the curly letters on the front.

“Declarations,” you mumble, trying the word out loud.

You do not have long, but you take your time to study a few of the pages, finding that you quite love the sweet notions of the poems and ballads. You even recognize one of them as an old song about a princess who is hopelessly smitten by a knight – in the end, they elope and live happily ever after.

Then you hear the sound of footsteps beyond your door, reminding you of your duties. Almost sadly you set the book aside and return to your work.

You are challenged in shaking the many thoughts from your mind: the way Loki had grabbed your hand at the feast, the promotion, his audacity this morning, the look in his eyes and now this gift. None of it makes sense...but you are not one to look a gift horse in the mouth and so you push the thoughts aside.

---

Days pass with no further inexplicable happenings until one evening where Loki summons you. Not that that’s out of the ordinary and especially tonight as there shall be a new feast: Prince Thor and his comrades have had a victorious quest and have now returned to celebrate it.

“Your highness,” you curtsy as you enter, “you called?”

“I did,” Loki is partially dressed in his fine clothes, the impressive helmet resting on the bed next to the cloak, “I know you have passed the status of mere kitchen maid yet I want you to serve me tonight.”

There is no reason for you to question the atypical request: his wish is your command and so you curtsy again to show your understanding.

“You will stand by my side save for when you are fetching anything for me,” Loki continues.

Now you have to fight to refrain from arching a brow in question – it is not common for a maid to stand idly by.

“Yes, your highness,” you accept, though.

Your face heats as he suddenly looks you over with a keen gaze as though he could see right through your clothes.

“That won’t do,” he mumbles, waving a hand.

Gold and emerald sparks shimmer across your body and limbs and you feel something happening. Looking down, at first you are blinded but as the glow recedes you see that your clothes have been transformed: green and gold with black details, matching the colours of his own outfit, the dress is much more flattering, cinched in the waist and with bare arms and a dip at the front that just teases your bosom.

“Hmm...” Loki has cocked his head now, gaze still fixed on you. “Something’s missing. I shall think of a solution for next time.”

You aren’t sure what worries you more: that there’ll be a next time or how easily he could manipulate your decency but you have no time to worry and he tosses you his helmet, dons his cape and strides to the door.

Rushing after him, you make sure to keep quiet.

“Have you had time to read your gift?” he asks, unbothered if there might be anyone in the vicinity to overhear.

“Yes, your highness,” you admit, “not all but quite a bit.” You hesitate for a second, then add softly: “It is very beautiful writing.”

“I am glad you like it.”

--- Loki’s PoV ---

Loki is well aware of how hard his maid fights to not squirm under the many looks she is given that evening. Dutifully, she carries out the task of serving him and remaining by his side. He secretly basks in the delight of seeing her in his colours and he is tempted more than ones to have her sit on his lap...but he can’t do that to her. In the past he has, more than once, pulled a servant onto his knee, uncaring about their feelings and what gossip might spread. This time, though, he doesn’t want to tarnish her. Yes, he wishes he could claim her but it must be done right and preferably with her accept.

And so he plots.

[heartvshand]

I Hold Death's Hand in Mine

AAA Week Day 3. Unrequited Love. :)

I Hold Death's Hand in Mine

The first time Agatha saw her, she was mesmerized. She quickly found a pattern. She killed people and this beautiful woman appeared.

“Are you real?” Agatha called out after the third time they ran into each other.

The woman in green stared before coldly walking away.

The fourth time, the woman in green made quick work of whatever she was doing and disappeared before Agatha could get her bearings.

The fifth time, Agatha had a plan.

She waited behind a tree, near the body. When the woman appeared, she jumped out and stood in front of the body.

“What’s your name?”

The woman stared at her like every time before. This time, she spoke, and her voice was music to Agatha’s ears. “Don’t you know already since you appear to be courting me?”

“Courting you?” Agatha tilted her head.

“Are these bodies not offerings?” The woman gestured.

Agatha opened her mouth to explain but instead, she said, “I don’t understand. I don’t know who you are.”

She smirked. “I’m Death.”

Before Agatha could reply, she was gone.

Agatha went a few weeks without killing. The next time she saw Death, she wanted to have her thoughts in order. Was she courting that woman? Could you be in love with Death? Could Death love her back?

She wanted answers, but all she had in the woods as she travelled alone were her fantasies. She imagined kissing that woman, saying sweet nothings and everythings to her, building a life with her. She imagined killing someone who had a baby, taking the baby and raising it with that mysterious woman. She wondered if that woman thought of her at all. Like this or otherwise.

When she finally killed again, Death lingered for a moment when Agatha shouted for her to wait. She watched the witch with curiosity in her eyes.

When Agatha remained silent, she said, “I thought, perhaps, you’d moved on.”

Shaking her head, Agatha swallowed. “I-I want to spend more time with you. Get to know you. You’re beautiful. I think you might be the only one who could ever love me back. Please give me a chance?”

Smiling gently, the dark-haired woman shook her head. Her hood flowed with the motion, and Agatha’s eyes followed it.

“You are merely a mortal, no matter how powerful a witch, you are just a mortal. Mortals are fickle creatures.” Her voice was gentle. “You will fall out of love with me. Someday, I will take someone you love, and you will hate me for it. That is the natural order. No one loves Death.”

Frowning, Agatha shook her head. “I’ve killed everyone I’ve ever loved. And I love no one else. Never will love someone else.”

“Are you a seer on top of this powerful succubus magic you wield?” Death took a few steps back, slowly disengaging.

“No. I-you’ll see. You will see!” Agatha screamed in frustration as she watched Death fade from view.

Wandering along in the woods alone, Agatha replayed their conversation over and over in her head. Could she have said anything differently?

She provoked a witch just to kill so she could ask.

When Death appeared, she sighed. “Agatha.”

“You know my name.” Agatha’s face lit up. “You do like me!”

“Of course, I know your name, but it is no indication of my feelings toward you.” Her eyes followed Agatha’s wandering hands as they clenched and unclenched. “Are you thinking of attacking me?”

“What? No! Never.” Agatha shook her head furiously, stuffing her hands into her pockets where they bunched up and released fabric over and over. “I-is there anything I could have said or done differently when I asked for a chance to get to know you?”

Death shook her head. “No. I am the natural order of all things. I am not a love interest. See you around, Agatha.”

When Agatha came face to face with the Scarlet Witch, she saw an opportunity. Maybe this witch could kill her for a change. Maybe this was how she got her date with Death. She licked her lips and provoked Wanda Maximoff over and over again until she snapped.

She felt her powers drain from her body. Slowly, she felt weaker and weaker and weaker. She wondered if this was how her victims felt in their final moments. She gasped one last time and then, there was nothing.

“Hello, Agatha. How did you hide from me?”

She spun around and smiled. “Death.”

The woman stood before her, dressed in all black, carrying a scythe in one hand. “You can call me Rio. Now, answer me, how did you hide from me for the last few hundred years?”

She looked very serious, but all Agatha could focus on was how soft her hands might feel. She wanted so badly to take her hand. She stood there, trying out the name. “Rio. Rio. Rio. How lovely.”

“Yes, thank you.” Rio raised an eyebrow. “Agatha?”

“Hm?” Agatha’s eyes returned from whatever fantasy she’d drifted off to; she looked at Rio.

“My original question?” Rio adjusted her grip on the scythe.

“Oh. Right. It was the Darkhold.” She shrugged. “I was…trying to become immortal so you’d…love me.”

“Oh, Agatha.” Rio’s eyes softened. “I cannot offer love. Only safe passage.”

She held out her hand, waiting for the newly dead Agatha to take it.

Agatha stared at the outstretched hand, momentarily panicking. “Where will you take me? I-I did a lot of bad things in my life.”

Rio nodded. “You did.”

She swallowed. “I-I can be good.”

Rio smiled softly. “I know.”

“Will that…count for anything?” Agatha’s eyes darted around.

“Come on, Agatha. We should go.” Rio stepped forward, her hand still waiting for Agatha to take it willingly.

“Is it scary?” she whispered.

Rio shrugged. “That’s for you to decide.”

Agatha slowly extended her hand and slid her hand into Rio’s. “Do you let everyone hold your hand on this walk?”

“No,” Rio said, softly. “This is the only gift I can give you.”

“You DO like me, then?” Agatha said, walking alongside her.

“It’s a gift for you, Agatha, because I know how you feel. It does not determine my feelings for you.” Rio didn’t say anything about the way Agatha’s hand shook in hers, how she could feel her soul trembling next to her, but she knew the woman was scared and that this was what she could do to stave off that feeling. “Just focus on how nice this is.”

Agatha nodded, focusing on how soft Rio’s hand really was in hers. She let herself fantasize briefly before focusing on the woman beside her instead.

“This is where I leave you, Agatha Harkness.” Rio waited until Agatha let go of her hand before leaving her to her fate.

“You’re beautiful,” Agatha said. “Thank you for holding my hand.”

With that, she let go and faced the light awaiting her.

[sxpphicwitch]

Honestly, I'd probably be fine with the Agatha x Rio arc if there were a season two. But I know that's unlikely.

Ultimately, they had one limited series to do Agatha's backstory. They decided to include a very tumultuous romantic arc, they built it up over several episodes, they referred to it in interviews and marketing and then they barely followed through. The story before Nicky doesn't simmer, it doesn't do anything because its non-existent - we know next to nothing.

I've been thinking over the past 24 hours about how they could've given more without taking away from Nicky screen-time, etc. Honestly, I think they could've alluded to their history with a few well-placed bits of dialogue, maybe had Rio interact with Nicky, or stay for the birth. Anything to show that they meant something to one another, anything to show that Rio was a presence in Agatha's life.

Thinking about it, if I put my wants/needs aside, I genuinely think it may have worked better if they did actually explicitly have Rio as infatuated with Agatha and have that love be unrequited. The kiss of Death could've still worked and we wouldn't be left with this bizarre unfulfilled feeling.

Sapphic romance has had enough implied exposition, its had enough half-baked situationships, its had enough "leave it up to the imagination" and its had enough of people telling us we should be seeing things that simply aren't shown on screen.

Full interview with Jac Schaeffer can be found here: https://www.thewrap.com/agatha-all-along-finale-season-2-jac-schaeffer-interview/

[tellltaleacademy-if]

Hello I saw the intro post and I was a bit confused, are these not all of the Romance options?

Hello, yeah, there will be more RO's ! The characters listed in the intro post are more like the plot's main suspects, and they're all RO's except for Macy. I couldn't fit all the RO's in the intro post mainly cause I struggled to write their bios without giving huuuge spoilers. I'm sorry if it was confusing, it's my first IF and I'm still figuring out how to format everything clearly.

I'm going to publish the full list soon with more detail, but for now, here's their names and a little about them :

MA YIFEI [ F, 25 ] - A rich girl and former member of Chinese group SNH48 Yifei would be the epitome of an ideal female idol, if she wasn’t a huge lesbian. For mean girl who’s obsessed with the aesthetics of perfection and femininity, that’s a pretty rough secret to keep, specially when you start to develop feelings for the girls you're supposed to be kicking into the ground .

SABIRA OMAROVA, [ F, 23 ] - A Russian Tatar model who landed herself in this program through a series of unfortunate events, and the object of Yifei’s unrequited obsession. My idea is to have a Love Triangle-like route where you can be Yifei’s Rebound and romance Sabira at the same time.

TADA EMIKO, [ F, 2X ] - One of the company’s oldest trainee’s and an unbreakable soul that seems to maintain her spark no matter what. A true idol.

KIM AGATHA, [ F, 20 ] - Weird girl central. A former child model and fellow long time trainee at LOVEKRAFT ENTERTAINMENT, she seems to be the CEO’s favorite.

LI MAYUKA, [ F, 22 ] - The life of the party. No filter and no discipline, Mayuka really doesn’t seem like a Kpop trainee, but maybe her rebellious nature is exactly what you need to shield you from the horror of this industry.

[saphiccarma]

- Just A Man

Relationships - Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal

Summary - Death lacked a true heart, but she swore her's beat faster everytime she saw Agatha. Unrequited for aaa week.

Warnings: Nothing

Death was born for one reason and one reason only. That was to do her job and keep the natural cycle of all things in balance. That was the one only reason Death came into existence. For the longest time, that was all she did. She took souls once they died, guided them into the afterlife, whichever one they believed in. Some went to the underworld, some heaven or hell, it all mattered on what they believed in.

And Death believed the only point in her existence was to keep the natural order of all things working.

But that was all disrupted when she met Agatha Harkness. Surrounded by a dozen bodies, their faces wrinkled, and magic sucked dry. When Agatha had launched herself at Death, for some weird reason, that was the first time someone didn't slowly die after touching her. It shocked her at first, to have a sobbing young woman in her arms, so Death had slowly cradled her back and whispered odd assurances into her ear.

After that, they continued to meet over dead bodies, death following Agatha around. Both metaphorically and physically. Death trailed after Agatha, and slowly, she begun to realize, that she was falling for Agatha.

Death thought that she was going insane at first, with the way her fingers twitched nervously whenever around Agatha. And when her cheeks were unusually hot as Agatha smiled at her, cheeks still a little round with baby fat, and eyes sparkling. Over time that spark began to fade. It dimmed in her eyes as she saw Rio more, but Death thought nothing of it.

She soon realized that her brain glitching when Agatha whispered words softly was a sign of what mortals called 'falling for someone'. From what she had heard, you had to have a heart to love someone, yet Rio didn't believe that was true.

Death lacked a real heart; she lacked any real anatomy and was unsure how her own body worked. Regardless, Agatha soon came to be Death's latest fixation, and she wished that she could hold Agatha close forever. But her duty called, and she mostly visited whenever Agatha killed. She almost wished Agatha would kill even more because of that, but that would disrupt the sacred balance, taking lives that didn't need to be taken.

And now, they sat by a river instead of bodies, relaxing in the soft sunlight that seeped through the trees. It was a warm day and for once, Death was able to see Agatha away from bodies. The water flowed in a steady trickle and seeped life into all the plants around it, making the grass a light green and the trees rise high into the sky. Death loved how nature worked. She also loved this small, secluded spot in the woods, it was her and Agatha's spot.

"Do you have a name?" Agatha threw a rock into the water, "Other than Death."

"No."

"Can I give you a name?" Agatha tossed a rock in her hand, bouncing the small stone up and down consistently as she glanced at Death. The witch didn't wait for a response, "Rio. Rio Vidal."

Death raised a brow, "Rio Vidal." She repeated it slowly, "River of life. You are aware that I am Death, right?"

Shrugging, Agatha smiled brightly, her eyes flashing, "With life comes death, right? Besides, I think it's fitting. We always meet by the river if not over bodies." It was one of the rare times Death caught her smiling, a genuine one with life, a sign there was still a fire burning within her.

"I like it," she said eventually, offering Agatha her own smile.

"Agatha, I have a question for you." Rio chewed on her lower lip, a habit that she picked up from Agatha.

The younger woman glanced up, "Well?"

"Have you ever been in love?"

Agatha froze, the rock she was bouncing fell to the ground, and now she was staring at Rio, eyes narrowed, "Why?"

"I think," she began slowly, each word harder to get out than the last, "That I am in love with you." If Rio had a heart, she was sure it would be pounding by now, but even so, she could feel the nerves buzzing beneath her skin.

"Rio," Agatha whispered softly, and Rio hated the way her name was said for the first time. Filled with so much guilt and apology, "I don't- I don't feel the same." The words sent a shock straight through her and Rio felt as if she had been punched in the gut. All the air escaped her and she exhaled sharply.

Her hands clenched together at the words, and she stood abruptly, "I'll see you next time you kill someone." The words were meant to hurt, meant to sting. She knew Agatha hated the killing, but it was what was necessary to survive.

Rio waved goodbye and she saw Agatha's mouth open angrily, but then she was gone.

After that, she only showed up to see Agatha whenever duty called, they no longer met by their spot at the river. Rio still went there occasionally, staring into the water as she swung her foot around causing small ripples to appear. Not once did Agatha show up there on the several times Rio had been back.

It stung, to know that Agatha didn't feel the same, and she probably never would. Death was stupid to fall for a mortal, an idea she should have shut down the moment the thought popped into her head. Death was born for one reason and one reason only, to collect lost souls and keep the natural order of all things in balance, not fall in love with some mortal.

"Rio?"

Rio's head snapped up at the voice and her eyes caught onto Agatha. The younger woman was covered in dirt, blood staining her face, and hair a wild mess. Scrambling to her feet, Rio grabbed Agatha by the shoulders, checking for any injuries but there were none. She met Agatha's eyes, surprised to see tears brimming in them.

"Are you alright?" she reached up to brush at Agatha's cheek, but the witch flinched away. She wiped at her face, smearing blood and dirt on the back of her hand.

Agatha bent down, rinsing her hands in the stream, "Fine."

"Agatha listen-"

"No, Rio, listen. You are an immortal being, you are death herself, and I am a mortal witch. There is no way a relationship would work out between us and you know that." Rio swallowed thickly at Agatha's harsh tone, "And what? Do you only like me because I give you bodies? Hm?"

She shook her head fiercely, "No, not at all."

Agatha scoffed, "That's not what it sounded like last time."

"Agatha, come on, listen to me please," Rio tried to grab Agatha's wrists, feel her pulse point, but Agatha yanked her hands away.

"No, I don't- I don't want to see your face anymore. If all I am is a pawn to you-" Agatha shook her head, "I don't want to see you anymore."

Rio took a step forward and tried to touch Agatha again, freezing when she saw purple sparking in the witches' hand.

"Agatha," She hated the way her voice cracked, and tears welled in her eyes. It was the first time she had cried in forever.

"No, get out. Go away."

Against her better judgement, but maybe it was for the better, Rio nodded her head, missing the flash of pain flicker across Agatha's face.

"Okay Agatha," she said quietly, "I'll leave."

And for a brief moment, Agatha looked like she was regretting her actions, indecision flashing over her features. Rio didn't stick around long enough to hear if she had to say anything.

Every now and then, Rio would visit the river, secretly hoping for Agatha to show up. She never did. Rio would run her fingers through the water, skip stones, pluck flowers, but Agatha didn't come - not once. Death continued doing her job and when she sensed Agatha, she would show immediately, but the witch was already gone.

Death followed the trail of bodies, hoping for a chance to see Agatha again. The flutter in her stomach never stopped as she tried to track Agatha down. It wasn't hard, to find her, but every time she did, Agatha was gone before she could get there. Dark magic began to follow her as well and Rio knew what she had found. The Dark hold was a powerful thing.

And as that force of dark magic began to grow, Rio knew one thing. She had lost Agatha forever.

[shmaptainwrote]

𝐖𝚰𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐂 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝚰𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐕𝚰𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝚰𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍

[PART 1]

| A compilation of different ocs and characters that me and my duckies ( @lifesizehysteria and @sleepyfireball ) have assigned as Violet’s wife in different universes |

Ellie Bridgerton has always been known to those around her as fun, kind, and having a love for life, but it is very clear the second she meets Violet in student government that she’d always love life a little more with her by her side.

Agatha Danbury, a tenacious, driven woman who has been by Violet's side through thick and thin, her love remains unrequited, or does it?

Nikah Ahmadi, soprano in the opera for London’s finest and most respected families, her talent revered by the Queen herself, but shy and homesick, the only gaze that seems to draw her in is that of a certain lady in black.

Mary Sharma had found love once before. She never expected to find it again with her stepdaughter’s mother-in-law after they are set up by their local barista. They would never pursue it though…or would they?

Jaquelin Adeyemi, or Yemi to her colleagues and Jackie to close friends, had not known much of a life outside of diplomacy and professionalism. The only two loves of her life being her children, Jackie had no time for romance or to coddle a man in hopes that he might live up to what she needed him to be. It wasn’t until a cancelled flight that she realized perhaps what she needed was not a man, but in fact, a woman.

[tiredwitchmachine]

Summary:

They’re sitting by the fire and Alice has a crush on Jen.

Written for Agatha All Along Week Day 3, Prompt: Unrequited

Fic Under the Cut:

Alice wants to kiss Jen.

This thought enters her head with the same impact of a sledgehammer to the face.

She’s been staring at Jen’s face for entirely too long, watching how the fire dances in the reflection of her eyes, and how her skin looks flawless even though they’ve been beaten up and tossed around and honestly just put through hell already with these first two trials. 

If she hadn’t been there to witness it all, she’d have sworn it never happened with how put together Jen still looks. 

Now, Alice is no stranger to having feelings for people- men and women alike - but none have caught her attention like Jen. She feels like she’s been bewitched, transfixed on her. 

Her attraction doesn’t just end at that, though. No, she finds herself drawn in by Jen’s sharp tongue and the banter they get into. She can’t get over how she pulled off both the reality TV star look in the beach house and the 70’s rockstar look in the recording booth.

And she couldn’t get over how she pushed past whatever was keeping her back from using her powers to make a potion to save Teen from bleeding out. They’d exchanged a look after they knew he was going to be okay, and Alice swore she felt her heart speed up at the way Jen’s eyes locked on her. 

Just like now, when she catches Alice staring at her from across the fire. 

The protection witch looks away, hoping the fire doesn’t illuminate the blush appearing on her cheeks. She thinks she sees Jen smile out of the corner of her eye. 

She wishes she had a chance. 

But she knows Jen doesn’t feel the same. They’re too different and besides, the potion witch was set too hard in her mission to get back her powers to even notice Alice’s looks for more than a glance. 

But she can’t brush off how their eyes locked together and her heart leaped into her throat at the idea of being with someone with Jen. 

Maybe once Jen got her powers back she’d have a chance. 

Just maybe there’s more to the looks.

Maybe after the road they could have a chance together. After all, who knows what’ll happen on the road next?

[moutheyes]

The Year in QL: 2024 Top 10 and Appreciation for Original Scripts

For the first time in five years I managed to sit my ass down and finish a yearly roundup post, so I'm cross-posting some of it here. You can read the whole thing (including expanded blurbs) HERE; it has some number breakdowns and the rest of my ratings.

Top 10 of 2024

10. The Rebound (8.0)

My good friend C. has excellently articulated a “grand theory of anime” that I kept thinking about while watching this show:

an anime is any series that combines (1) “manic purity,” (2) internally consistent, if deranged, character motivations, and (3) suspension of disbelief wrt worldbuilding/setting.

The Rebound is anime. It is anime in the form of a batshit insane live-action basketball BL that was tailor-made for me as a viewer and for Meen (a real-life basketball player! I’m not sure if hoops is his side gig or if kissing men is his side gig, and honestly I don’t care!) and Ping as actors. There is absolutely no way to fit this series into any sort of real-world logical framework, and in fact its closest comp title might be the under-appreciated sapphic-ish anime Birdie Wing: Golf Girls’ Story, because it follows a very similar trajectory in which the first two-thirds of the show takes you on a series of sharp descents into chaos involving mafia elements, underground betting on street ball, toxic old man yaoi, and wildly disproportionate stakes like kidnapping and worse, the culmination of which made me black out from the sheer amount of adrenaline coursing through my veins, but then they… go back to high school? to play high school basketball? You have to respect a script that does not respect reality.

The actual basketball in this show was barely recognizable as an organized sport, but on the other hand the story was so engaging, with thoughtful emotional arcs, multiple instances of unrequited love, and a second lead people could actually root for—and did, to the point where some folks felt poly-baited. I don’t know if I want to fight Golf Tanwarin or if I want to give them all of my money to make more shows like this.

9. Only Boo! (8.0)

Sometimes a show doesn’t need to do anything groundbreaking to win me over. Sometimes it just needs a protagonist who is a charming bundle of hopes and doubts and desires and unceasing gumption, and a love interest who is Doing His Best, and enough youthful earnestness to melt a cold dead heart (mine). Only Boo! was a triumphant debut for Keen (Moo, who I wanted to eat with a spoon) and Sea (Kang, stoic and self-sacrificing), and the first two-thirds of the story—everything leading up to the idol arc—was pitch-perfect, as bad student/aspiring idol Moo shamelessly flirted his way past food vendor Kang’s measly defenses, opening his eyes to not just the possibility of love, but also his own dormant dreams of being an artist. While the last third, centered around Moo’s idol life, suffered from uneven execution, especially regarding some of the subplots, the show had done enough by then to establish Kang and Moo’s relationship as one that was worth seeing through, and every bit of sweetness at the end felt earned.

8. Dead Friend Forever (8.5)

This was unlike any other show I watched in QL this year—an anguished, ambitious horror fable that showcased BOC’s best young talent at the time. DFF was a mashup of ’90s slasher flicks, even older closed-room mysteries dating back to Agatha Christie (And Then There Were None, obviously), contemporary horror as social critique, and folk and spiritual elements from Thai horror.

This was dark as hell; the shit that Non (played by Barcode, who broke me with this role) went through, at the hands of his supposed friends as well as almost every single person who was in a position to help him, was really difficult to watch. As vicious and manipulative and cowardly as the teens were, though, the more tragic and enraging failures happened at the adult and societal level. Family that shunned instead of accepted, enabled instead of educated, adults that preyed instead of protected, police that obfuscated instead of investigated, and so on. The visual storytelling was stunning, the thrills and twists were more of the hold-your-breath variety, and the final set piece was a bold choice that required a lot of careful setup to pull off, and I loved the way it all played out.

7. Peaceful Property (8.5)

This was GMMTV’s best show of the year, as well as its most creative offering since The Warp Effect, boasting a fresh concept and original script, solid production value (the vibrant color palette made me so happy), and a main cast that not only played off one another well (a real challenge when it comes to comedy!) but also had genuine chemistry beyond the romantic kind. Also, a personal weakness: the repeated motif of a communal dining table. The ghost hunter/exorcism setup served as a natural backdrop for slapstick, supernatural/horror elements, and camp, but there was an intentional gravitas baked into the story from the outset. I was really hooked by the socioeconomic commentary (should have seen it coming with the real estate angle, dammit) vis-a-vis the ghost of the week, which asked some important questions—who gets to have their story told, whose lives are deemed valuable and whose are deemed disposable, and, of course, the true meaning of a home.

6. Jack & Joker: U Steal My Heart! (8.5)

Perhaps more than any other project this year, J&J represented a truly maverick vision. The script was a maximalist whirlwind, the production quality was superb, and for the most part the show accomplished what I think it set out to do. Every episode was jam-packed, which meant the series itself felt laden in the best way, like a holiday feast. There was an increasingly ill-advised series of heists! So many disguises (including drag)! Pointed commentary on the cruel realities of socioeconomic disparity! Sadistic rich people behavior! Lovable grandma and young neighborhood spitfire stealing scenes! So much groveling!

The focus on community was a strong thread throughout, with Jack and Joke’s individual journeys woven firmly through. My personal preference would have been a grittier, more bittersweet ending, given the build-up to a high-stakes climax, but for a largely self-funded and self-driven passion project, this was genuinely impressive from start to finish. It managed to balance heart, humor, action, romance, and social commentary, while showcasing powerhouse performances from YinWar (these two men can Cry), and will remain one of my favorites purely on those merits.

5. Love in the Big City (9.0)

There was no way I wasn’t going to watch this, but the more I learned about the production process and its struggles and triumphs, the more invested I became, to the point where I was worried that I had overhyped it in my mind. Turns out, one of the best novels about queer urban life can in fact also produce one of the best shows about queer urban life, one that celebrates all the joy and wonder and messiness of dating and romance while still foregrounding the intense loneliness that can make a person self-sabotage, or leave them unmoored despite having a solid support system. Nam Yoon-su delivered a layered, poignant performance as Go Young, showing all his human parts—the likable and difficult sides alike—and portraying his growth over time along with the relationships that came and went. Speaking of, the elliptical structure of the novel posed an interesting adaptation challenge, and the series took a creative approach by employing a different director for each of the four “chapters” of Go Young’s story, which paid off with subtle but appreciable differences in each of the two-episode arcs.

4. Knock Knock Boys! (9.0)

There was something magical in this original script, which gave the four housemates room to establish real platonic intimacy, talk frankly about sex and love, and otherwise become real bros, and the romantic relationships developed out of all that healthy organic communication, which was quietly kinda radical for BL. Outside of the feelings stuff, the show also packed in slapstick, hijinks, sex ed, family drama, and most importantly, the Awkward Sex Scene Of My Dreams. Latte was rightfully a fandom-favorite character of the year, but the show succeeded on the back of a real team effort, and I know I’ll go back to this show as a comfort watch in the future. Amazing how four dudes sharing a chaotic home-cooked breakfast (see also: personal weakness; visual motif) after a night of hard drinking can alter your brain chemistry!

3. Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo (9.0)

After struggling to fully connect with some of Hwang Da-seul’s previous work, I can say that she did something special with LFCT. The way the script dealt with the titular curse — which encompasses cycles of abuse, childhood trauma, and debilitating societal pressure — was sometimes feather-light and required deep attention paid to the small visual details, but it never pulled its punches when it came to Big Feelings, nor did the un-cursening progress along a linear path, which felt frustratingly realistic. Do-hoe and Ju-yeong were but mere babes at the start of the series, navigating through late adolescence while hiding deep scars and shouldering heavy burdens. After things went terribly wrong, that rupture affected each of them differently in the 12 years afterward. Watching them try to reconcile while picking at old wounds was painful, but it was so easy to root for them, both separately and together, both in their teens and as adults—and even more than falling back in love, I wanted them to heal, to experience that moment of catharsis when the curse was finally lifted.

2. My Stand-In (9.0)

This show was actual catnip for me. It wasn’t on my radar at all, but I followed the buzz from fandom and was rewarded with an utterly thrilling second-chance narrative featuring two of the most compelling characters of the year. The concept of a stand-in (stuntman, lover, body) pulled triple duty to delicious effect, the post-transmogrification part was handled especially well through the use of mirrors and other reflective surfaces, and there was also a welcome streak of absurdity to balance out the pathos of Joe’s story. My Stand-In was just excellent on all fronts, from Poom and Up fully embodying their complex characters, to the elegance of the adaptation, a sustained sense of high drama, and sweeping romance. I knew the show had me by the throat when I found myself deliriously anticipating the moment when Ming and Joe would finally fuck in missionary.

1. 4 Minutes (Sultrier Version) (9.5)

From a technical standpoint, no other show I watched this year came close to the cinematic qualities of 4 Minutes—the use of visual motifs, framing, and editing were all exquisite, and the acting was also superb across the board, with Fuaiz giving a breakout performance in the role of horny vengeful twink Tonkla. But I was also deeply impressed with how the themes played out, as characters grappled with the repercussions of guilt and redemption, vengeance and acceptance, life and death. To me this was a story about how flawed the human heart is and how rare the chance for salvation is. It wasn’t quite perfect—the speculative aspects didn’t resolve all that neatly (perhaps they are saving it for the tentative sequel?), and I think the pacing could have benefitted from one more episode to let the story breathe a bit—but I loved that it was a serious, mature show that asked metaphysical questions and managed to strike an ending note that was both bittersweet and intensely hopeful.

Originals vs. Adaptations

I started tracking original scripts vs. adaptations this year, and actively used it as a tiebreaker to determine my top 10 rankings, because to me there’s value in rewarding creativity when it comes to pure screenwriting. Obviously there were some standout adaptations this year—there are many thoughtful posts on Tumblr about the choices My Stand-In made to transform the source material (a Chinese danmei) for a Thai audience, for example. And Love in the Big City took a well-known, internationally beloved novel and brought in four different directors to helm each of the story’s four sections, which enriched the viewing experience. But when it came to QL as a genre, I found myself genuinely captivated by the diversity of the original scripts, to the point where they counted for 7 of my top 10 series of the year; put another way, 7 of the 9 originals that I watched this year were extremely high-quality shows.

I mean, look at the scope of material! Deeply unhinged high school sports/crime BL (The Rebound); queer ensemble mystery-horror mashup that was sad as fuck (Dead Friend Forever); ghostbusters found family bromance (Peaceful Property); we found love in a hopeless place.mp3 with heists and crying (Jack & Joker); a romantic dramedy with four housemates—I know it sounds so mundane next to everything else but I promise they are all hot messes (Knock Knock Boys); nostalgic angst-fest that wants to know if the couple that trauma-bonds together can trauma-break together (Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo); and time slip speculative thriller sponsored exclusively by Durex and cat food (4 Minutes).

Spectacular, give me 14 (more) of ’em right now.

Some scattered thoughts:

Part of my struggle with adaptations is the fact that Thai-language Y-novels aren’t more readily available in official English translations outside of the more popular creators, so it’s hard to use them as a reference point. Every time I’m watching a QL adaptation, there’s always the questioning voice in my mind wanting to know if there were any substantial changes made, how different the end product was from the source material, etc. Sometimes a Thai speaker will pop into a Reddit thread to share their thoughts, and I’m endlessly grateful to Tumblr users like @clairedaring who provide comparisons and commentary for adapted series like My Stand-In and Spare Me Your Mercy, but access to that information across the vast swath of Thai BL is patchy at best if you don’t know the language.

While it’s important to evaluate work independently if it spans across mediums (or even adaptations by different countries)—and I do it out of necessity for most Thai shows, as explained in the previous point—there’s also a natural compulsion to want to make those comparisons. If a show starts to go off the rails a bit, and I know it was adapted from a novel, then I get curious about whether the problem is rooted in the source material itself or stems from the adaptation process. I’m inclined to start my criticisms at the screenwriter and director level, since they are responsible for the final script and on-screen product, but without knowing how the original work unfolds, it’s hard to determine what the ideal fix might be. You can’t just say screw the source material, after all.

I think Sammon is a great case study on the challenges of taking a completed work and trying to retrofit it for a different medium (i.e. adaptation) versus working freely within certain parameters from the beginning (i.e. original script). Until collaborating with BOC this year on the original scripts for Dead Friend Forever and 4 Minutes, we’ve only seen her own work made into shows, with varying degrees of success. Even as recently as this week, we saw that tension play out in the fandom reception to Spare Me Your Mercy, which was adapted by a separate writing team; the challenge of trimming down two volumes of plot into 8 episodes while maintaining the thematic richness of the story resulted in certain sacrifices being made by the screenwriter. On the other hand, with 4 Minutes, you didn’t have to wonder if there were parts of the story that were left behind in the adaptation process, because presumably the show more or less reflected the exact story she intended to tell. (Obviously things get cut in the editing process, but Sammon isn’t sitting there having to discard entire years’ worth of plot because of time or budget constraints, unlike what happened with SMYM.) Thus you can evaluate any flaws in the storytelling directly.

I’m going to make a separate post looking ahead to 2025 but I will say that if I do find myself needing to prioritize my time, originality may become a bigger deciding factor. GMMTV actually has a decent slate of non-adaptations coming up, and I’m also looking forward to whatever WeTV and Viu have in the pipeline as original series, since they had a pretty good track record for me this year. (Not to spoil anything before we even turn the calendar, but Caged Again is well on its way to making that top 10, so count that as another WeTV win.)

[uncleadelheid-will-eat-your-soul]

To somehow relieve myself of the many many feelings that keep lingering in my head and somehow ease myself out a bit of my GO obsession, I started to read more of Neil Gaimans works and recently I picked up his short story collection "Smoke and Mirrors". I had already read the popular things he has written in the past, like Sandman, Coraline, Stardust, American Gods, The ocean at the end of the lane and of course Good Omens. But these short stories gave me a somewhat new appreciation for his writing.

The one story that stood particularly out for me, especially in connection with my current obsession with Good Omens, was Murder Mysteries.

I have just finished reading the story, so please excuse my incoherent ramblings and bear with me for a few minutes, if you like. My mind was a bit overflowing with thoughts and I had to write them just down. Also know, I'm not saying that this is a real theory that predicts what may happen in GO3 or anything. I just couldn't overlook some of the similarities and wanted to share my descent into madness with anyone interested.

*a note on the side: I will be using mostly he/him pronouns during this because the story is using them like that, so please don't come after me for misgendering angels ;)

For all of you who haven't read the story, here a short summary:

The story is about a man that meets a mysterious stranger at night in front of his hotel he currently is staying in while he is stranded in LA. They smoke together and as payment for the cigarettes, the stranger starts telling him a story. The story is about a murder mystery involving angels that is happening in heaven/the place before the world existed. The angel Carasel has been found dead in the streets and the angel Raguel (he has the position of Vengeance of the Lord) is sent to clear up the issue. During the story, Raguel interviews multiple angels and the story concludes in a somewhat Agatha.7-Christie-an parlour scene where Raguel tells a selected group of angels about his findings and enforces the (rightful?) punishment on the culprit that killed Carasel.

During one of the interviews Raguel conducts, we learn from that Carasel was currently working together with Saraquel on creating the concept of Death. The project preceeding this, was the invention of the concept of Love. During the confrontation at the end of the story we get the following dialogue:

Does this "[...] throwing himself too deeply into his work" seem a bit familiar? And then the "When we started to work on Death, he... he lost interest." ? This behaviour seems very similar to me as angel!Crowley was acting at the beginning so S2. This complete devotion to his work, his creation. And going along with this is his somewhat disregard of the things happening around him, like the "bigger plan" for the universe that Azi knew about or just the obvious adoration Azi was feeling for him right from the start. I'm not saying, that angel!Crowley would be as cruel? as Carasel is here, you know with the throwing away his partner after they were finished with their project, but I can't underestimate, that there are some similarities in their characters.

And then we learn, that because Saraquel could just not deal with the rejection he experienced from Carasel, so he decided that he would kill Carasel because "[he] thought... [he] hoped... that if he was gone, then [he] would no longer care for him - that the pain would stop." And i can't help but think that maybe for the fraction of a moment Azi may have had a similar train of thought during the aftermath of their break-up. Obviously not in exactly the same way, but in a "If I act as everything is alright and I am overjoyed with my new job on the outside, the pain will be maybe not as terrible on the inside as well"-way. When obviously it did not help at all and "...the pain has not stopped.".

Following this we get the somewhat very poetic execution of punishment for Saraquels crime that was fueled by his unrequited love: A kiss that engulfes him in flames and reduces him to nothingness.

I really really like the image this produces in my head. It is cruel because it punishes him with an act of love he so very much craved from his lover. And at the same time it almost feels sad and beautiful, like a last gift to him before the end. A reminder of the fleeting moments of love and connection he had with his beloved before it all went up in flames (...pun intended), until "[...] there was nothing left of him. Nothing at all." This is just sad and poetic and I love it.

And maybe this imagery I now have stuck in my mind when I think about the threat of being erased from the book of life that was looming over our beloved couple during all of S2. During the show it was always mentioned somewhat matter of factly whenever the book of life came up, but except maybe from a bit of anger and spite we get from Michael as he threatens Azi at the end, it feels a bit sterile. But this kiss, this engulfing in white hot flame, the horror the other angels seem to feel while they watch the scene. It feels right. It feels emotional and intense and devastating and beautiful. I absolutely love it. I hope, I don't have to witness it in the next season because it would probably break me, but i nonetheless absolutely love it.

And after this we get the aftermath of the scene. Noone that witnessed the horror of it is actually d'accord with the sentence, not even the executioner. They're all in various states of distress, ranging from fear to sadness to anger.

And we see Lucifer and his battle with understanding the sentence. How can it be just to erase something from existence for trying to cope with a never before perceived intense emotion and then the sudden loss of said emotion. How can it be just to punish someone for the act of loving to much and not knowing how to deal with it. How can such a lapse in judgement of an emotionally distraught being not be met with understanding and forgiveness.

Does this seem familiar as well?

And not even the executioner seems to be content with the whole situation, the way he was used to bring judgement on a fellow angel:

He feels used and horrible about his role in all of this. And with this he reminds me again a bit of Azi: He can see that all of this is really f*cked up. He even says directly to, who we know by now, God, that he disagrees with him, just as Lucifer does. In his eyes, the sentence was unjust and wrong. But in the same way he recognizes the whole situation as part of the famous ineffable plan for everything.

So here's the resemblance between Raguel and Aziraphale. Raguel adresses that the behaviour and sentencing of God that just occured through him was wrong. And Azi does the same, even though it may not be as directly spelled out in GO as it is here. But we know that Azi disagrees with a lot of the things that are going on in heaven. But even though both characters feel heaven is acting cruel and wrong towards it's creation, they nevertheless still believe in the overall goodness, the ineffable-ness, of heaven at the end of the day.

And last but not least, we get the offer god makes to Raguel: "...you may forget all this. All that has happened this day. [...] However, you will not be able to speak of this to any other angel, whether you choose to remember it or not." And this gets me thinking about Crowley.

We all have read the various posts about Crowley and how his memory was wiped during the "vague saunter downwards". Maybe Crowley has had a similar conversation with God shortly before they were cast out. Maybe he chose to forget everything that happened as a kindness. Maybe he still remembers everything but is not able to talk about it openly. Maybe his lack of communication with Azi about things that are going on is deeply installed in him because god forbade him at the start of his "new" life to talk about the things that were going on.

Or maybe, and hear me out on this one, I'm just reading waaay to much into this, because I am mad.

[ao3feed-jeevesandwooster]

Bertie and the secret friend

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/OgP5lvm " by ally_holmes Contains Spoilers so people won't feel tricked to read the thing. Bertie Wooster is absolutely convinced that his feelings for his valet, Jeeves, are returned and so he decides to confess. It does not go well. Aunt Agatha wants him to marry a young lady, Jeeves on her side, the lady willing to endure his ridiculous demands... Bertie feels alone and unloved. He sees no other way out than to end his life, yet that doesn't work when Jeeves saves him in the last second. To help with his mental recovery, Bingo Little sends for their mutual friend, Neil Bishop. Neil and Bertie had an understanding a long time ago, and Neil's familiarity with Bertie won't be well received by Jeeves. We will explore more of Bertie's secret friend and past as Jeeves slowly but surely finds confidence in his own feelings. This is an emotional hurt/comfort, angs with happy ending, slow burn fanfic. Please read the tags. Words: 2300, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 3 of Jeeves and Wooster Fandoms: Jeeves & Wooster Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Reginald Jeeves, Bertram "Bertie" Wooster, Richard P. "Bingo" Little, OMC, OFM, Background cast of the fandom Relationships: Reginald Jeeves/Bertram "Bertie" Wooster, Bertram "Bertie" Wooster/OMC Additional Tags: Tags Contain Spoilers, Love Confessions, Unrequited Love, OR IS IT, Requited Love, Past Relationship(s), Jeeves and Bertie slow burn, Jeeves thinks he's so smart but then his world twist, Competent Bertram "Bertie" Wooster, Bertie has secrets, Period-Typical Homophobia, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, He Survives Though, We will see the aftermath of that attempt, Aunt Dahlia will protect Bertie, Angst with a Happy Ending, Jealous Jeeves, demiromantic bertie, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Jeeves LOVES Bertie, and he will act on it, he may just need a little push, Aunt Agatha being her devil self as we know " read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52687294

[agirlwholovesrockstars]

𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖓𝖊𝖜

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓕𝓸𝓾𝓻

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦"

彡 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 彡

✦ 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 | 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 ✦

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞 : you're finally reunited with the man that you always craved for, in his perspective, he thinks that you're fallen out of his fingertips

𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 : you know what I really don't count it 😭

𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : 18+ Knight!Eddie Munson x Princess!FEM! reader, language, use of y/n, reader and Eddie are both (21), Henry (30+), Jason (disgusting, i know), age gap, jealousy 👀, manipulation, betrayal, denial, unrequited feelings, slight alcohol consumption, new additional character! 🫣

𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙 : this is still angst but there's a sprinkle of fluff in there, I will go easy on y'all's hearts soon (I'm evil for this- I'm aware), set in 17th century, upside down exists in this series, dark fantasy, romance, action

𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊 𝕿𝖔 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 : to those who we're still with me on this, I appreciate every single one of you! 🥺🫶🏻✨

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊 : 3 more chapters left to go! I hope you enjoy the ride! :))

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"H-How did y-ou get in here?"

"We've came to rescue you, Y/N, I just don't want to see you suffer anymore"

From that moment, you forget the argument that you had with Jason

You memorize every detail about him, you smile sadly as you hold his cheeks

You take his hand and place a key on his palm, he furrows his brows at it and looks back at you

"There's a hidden door next to my bedroom, it's a secret sanctuary of mine- it might be look like a wall but there's a keyhole in there, you can stay there"

"But- I want you to get out of here-"

"It's not that easy to leave, Eddie- also Henry's men already suspected that someone has gone out of the upside down"

Jeff, Gareth and Eddie looked at each other as they already knew what they got themselves into

"If Jason saw all of you, you know what they'll do"

"Y/N"

"I don't want to risk it, Eddie, I don't wanna lose you too"

"Princess?"

You look so warm and gentle from his touch but when you heard his voice, you became cold and tensed

"You have to go" you whisper at him but he simply won't let go of you

The way he looks at you makes you want to hold onto him for the rest of your life

If only things we're different

You tried your best to tear your gaze on him, the longer you stare, the more it will be harder for you to let him go

Again

He finally loosens the held that he has on you but as soon as you turn your back at him, he runs to you and your heart is screaming to follow him and leave this place behind

The second he halted, you turn around and hug him, Eddie hold you like you we're the most sacred and fragile thing ever to exist

You heard the quiet sobs from him and your sniffles makes him want to punch the two men from your palace

There's so many things that you want to say to him

But for now, you have no other choice but to set your feelings aside because your people need you, you need to be vigilant and strong for the upcoming war that is coming

You pulled back when you could hear his footsteps getting nearer

"When there is still life, there's always hope" he whispers to you as he tug up a small smile as he quickly runs away

You smile to his words as you pick up your dress to face the man that you always hated

You saw a random books that are in the desk, so, you picked it up and pretend that you we're occupied with it

From there, he saw you, god- you have no idea why, the way his eyes are targeted to you, it's like a grimy feeling that you need to get away from him

You always felt that since he entered your kingdom

Even when he is much more considerate than Jason

"I fired him"

You hum in response as Henry walks closer to you, you can see his frame behind the book that you perched up in front of you, he can only see the half of your face

"Y/N, I took him out of his job"

Did that make any difference?

Did he thought once he'll do that, you'll finally grew on to him?

You still won't remove the book that you we're holding as you reply "What about the forged documents?"

"I burned it"

That's where you piqued interest, your eyebrows knit together as you put down the book on your lap

"But we still need to show up at the ball"

You placed the book back on the desk as you walked back to Henry, he sighs when he sees you fuming again

"Ball?!? What ball?!?"

"Look, Y/N, I know how much you despise the arrange marriage that Jason did and the foul documents, I take it all down because-" he pauses taking a deep breath, he doesn't want to have another argument

Especially, when it's you that he's talking to

You are appalled from his raised voice and you could clearly see how he is so frustrated at this

"The town is still raving on it, of course, but it will pipe down and the ball will have guests that aren't to be ignored and we need to show it to them that we are in good terms"

You scoff "Did you organize this?" you squint your eyes at him

"No- I didn't, I was supposed to tell you but you just had an fight with Jason earlier and-" he sighs as he sat down on a chair as he run his palm on his face

Your serious face eases out as you took in a deep breath

"What's the ball for?"

"Part of my family will attend it and some others will donate"

"Donate?"

"For the townspeople that have no place to stay or eat"

You started shifting from where you stand because you don't know what to say

Is he really doing this genuinely? or is it for something else?

"Good cause"

"Precisely, Y/N"

Even you don't like his guts, he still deserves to be respected.... so....

"Henry, I apologize-"

"It's fine, I know you don't trust me whatsoever but I don't want you to be forced with it, so, the marriage won't happen"

You give him a look as you watch him observingly of his actions

"Y/N, look at me"

You pursed your lips together as you really look at him in the eyes

"Whatever you do, Y/N, don't give in" you think to yourself

"You won't be in debt, there's no marriage required"

"Good riddance, Henry, I- uh- I think I shall go to my room"

"Of course" he moves aside as he watches you but before you left

"The time for the ball?"

"Later at evening"

You nod and for the first time, you gave him a smile

A smile that if he looked away so fast he wouldn't even catch it

His heart booms to his chest at the sight of it

"Wayne?"

"Enzo? What- you're with Y/N?"

"Yeah"

Wayne watches him as he searches for the key

"Enzo, don't"

"Look, man, stop- I was exiled too-"

"I got nothing to live for, Enzo!" he exclaims as he drops down on the ground with his head hang low

Enzo swallows as he looks at his old friend closely, he could see that he already lost himself

He couldn't blame him, Jim and Wayne had a friendship that is hard to contained by the greedy and tyrant royalties

They're partners for the kingdom's brighter future, they we're both untouchable

When he lost him and next thing he knew he lost his nephew

He lost everything that he ever cared

"I've been locked in here for years, Enzo, I don't know they'll let me go"

"But you could come with us"

"There's no use-"

"Jeff, Gareth, Eddie, Y/N and me, we all in this together- Wayne"

"Eddie?"

Wayne shakily stand up as he grips into the prison bars tightly for support, despite all of the years of imprisonment the light of his eyes came back, it's hope

"Y-Yeah, he's with-"

Enzo gasps, he dropped his weapons and felt too woozy from the realization that he just had

He knew the boy

He played with that boy

He taught him on how to be a good knight

"Oh- my- Eddie- that's your nephew! he's with Y/N! I didn't even recognized him!"

"Y/N? they're together?!? He's alive?!?"

"Yes, he is very much alive, Wayne" Enzo chuckles happily

Wayne's eyes rimmed with tears as he always dreamed of this moment

"Get me out of here"

"Much obliged" Enzo smirks as he swiftly picks up the keys

You felt ridiculous on the gown that you're wearing

God, as much as you feel a little bit better of what Henry's doing for this ball

It's still doesn't feel right

Is this ball will help for the unknown world that is out there?

If you participate in this will the hazardous environment will ceases to exist?

Will it all go back to normal?

You have to analyze everything before it will caves down not only on you but your kingdom and your people too

If your father was here, he wouldn't throw a party knowing that there's danger ahead involved

After a few touch ups to your hair and makeup, you finally get up and made a decision to check on him

But as soon as you open the door, Henry is standing there, he didn't even noticed your face falls

"Ah, your highness"

You curtsey "Henry, evening"

"Yes, evening- may I must say I'm so enthralled at you"

You only nod to his compliment, you would've have blushed if it's him

"Shall I escort you to the ballroom?"

You exhaled, you're not going to see him yet

"Yes"

He extended his arm and instead putting your whole arm around it, you only hold on to it

You slightly turn your head around looking longingly at the secret door as you walk away from it

"This whole room is so fucking massive" Gareth flops down on the bed as he begins to stretch

"Don't get so relaxed we're only hiding here" Eddie tells him as he inspects your room

"I've heard that she'll be attending a ball this night" Jeff says as he removes his jacket and warm his hands on the fireplace

"With whom?"

Gareth and Jeff looked at each other as he looks down on the floor for a second

"Henry"

Eddie knew that you really didn't like the guy but he just can't ignore his feelings

He feels hurt by it

"I'd say we should go" Gareth sits up on the edge of your bed

"That's fucking crazy" Jeff points at him with a look of disapproval

"I'm hungry and I need food.... so" Gareth shrugs

"It's a masquerade ball, it wouldn't be so bad" Eddie adds as Jeff chuckles while he shook his head

"Okay, fine, if we get caught can I please be the last to be executed?" Jeff leaves at that

"Henry, you can't be serious to make me go dance with you"

"It's all just an act, Y/N"

"No, the dance isn't on the list that you asked me to do, you only said to just show up and we did"

"Can we please just get on with it, we needed to make it look real" Henry saids as he smiles so tightly as he waves at the people that are passing by

You flushed down the glass of red wine on hand as you roll your eyes at him, you placed on the awaiting waitress beside you that is holding up a gold tray

You yank him down to make him look at you and he got startled by your fierce action

"Just one dance and don't fucking fall for it"

He gulps and clears his throat "Yes, of course"

"May I present Princess Y/N of Hawkins Indiana and Henry of the Creel Family"

The orchestra starts playing your.... well... the music that you thought you'll never got to hear again

The last time you danced to this was your 17th birthday

Your heart bleeds as you hear it, you've wished it was your father dancing with you

Your mind is rolling with a lot of thoughts but you didn't noticed that the whole crowd applauses and cheering not only at you but with Henry too

You've always been a graceful dancer

It is surprising that Henry is wonderfully good at it too

He spins you around and he holds your waist as you get closer, he locked eyes at you

His eyes meant something else, yours remains the same look

Shading yourself with a border

"Eddie? You alright?"

Too lost with his thoughts, he keeps telling himself that all of this isn't true

But, what if it isn't?

"Yeah, I'm good I just need to replenish my throat"

Jeff nods as he followed the gaze that his friend were looking at

"Man, I hope you won't be a moron at her because of this" he speaks to himself

after your dance with Henry, that's where you only noticed that everyone is looking at you

You've smiled and bow, Henry wraps his arms behind your back and you just wanna disappear

Henry walked you through on the side as you excuse yourself, thank god he let you go

The cheer and the music blurs out when you closed the glass palace doors as you went outside on the balcony

You settle yourself placing your closed hands on the ledge, you closed your eyes as you inhale and exhale

"Y/N?"

You looked at the man who is approaching as he takes off his mask, your eyes shines brightly under the moonlight at the sight of him

"Eddie!" you don't waste another time to wrap your arms around him

"You're here! I'm glad that you're-"

you're confused why he felt so stiff

It's the first time you see him in a suit and your stomach swarms with butterflies

He pulled back so quickly giving you some space

My god, you're so breathtaking

If he only stop his insecure thoughts

You've catch his unsure expression and the way he can't look at you in the eye

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing"

"Ed's, don't be like this"

Ed's, oh- missed hearing that from you

You walked closer to him as you held both of his hands

"Eddie, there's something I need to tell you-"

"Save it and I don't want people to misinterpret this" he points to him and you

Misinterpret? What?

"What's wrong with you?- you've became so cold and distant all of the sudden?" you push back his hands letting go of your hold on him

Now, Eddie regrets his actions

Your eyes widen even it flashes with hurt, you saw the look

You damn right, he saw it, he was there watching you dance with him

When you get too angry it turns into cry, but you won't let the tears fall, Eddie now feels guilty that he's the reason of it

You shake your head

"You know that dance has nothing to do with me"

He incredulously laughs "And you expect me to believe that?"

"We shouldn't be arguing about this because there's nothing to argue about because you know me!"

Eddie knows that you're saying the truth all the time, you've never lie

It's just his idiotic mind that makes him look foolish

"Y/N, it's okay, I know how royalty works-"

"Eddie, I don't want Henry! I want you!"

You gasped and he stays frozen

The way you said it, there's a whole other meaning behind it and you know it

And he knows it

You wrap your arms around yourself as you run down your hands on it

"Eddie- I- I felt much more guarded when I'm with you than I ever was since my dad mislaid"

His eyes didn't look the same before, it soothes with your words

"Y/N- I"

"Goodnight" you duck your head down as you begin to walk back inside feel ashamed of what you just said

It's hanging out there and he didn't reciprocate it

Once you enter inside, he will never forgive himself

He can't just leave this be

It has always been you, you're the missing piece inside of him, the lost memory of the unknown young girl it looks so blurry to him and he can't recognize it before

Now, it's all clear to him

It's you

It has gotta be you

He can feel it

That's what he admires about you, you always make him understand that he is unlike of the thoughts in his head

You're about to turn the doorknob but another hand pulled you back and now you're against his chest, your eyes go big and wide

His brown orbs darts to your eyes and lips, your eyes flutters as you can feel your heartbeat rapidly fast

You can feel his heart too, you thought the world stopped moving before you can register that-

He is kissing you

He slams his lips onto yours and the muffled gasps of yours have evaporated as you happily kiss him back

You cupped his cheeks as he smiles and kisses you deeper, he pulls you by the waist closer to him, so you're flushed against him

Both of you pulled back as you both heavily breathing

You smile brightly as you remove the bangs that is poking on his eye as he holds your wrist and kisses it

"Y/N? Where are you?"

Eddie rolls his eyes at the sound of his voice as you giggled

"I'm sorry-"

"Shh"

You placed your index finger at the center of his lips as you held the back of his neck to pull him down for another kiss

Both of you run out of breath as he stamps more kisses to your whole face and neck as you laugh again

No words needed, both of your eyes speaks the same thing

You already opened the door to go in but you look back at him as his eyes brows raise as you run back to kiss him again he laughs

You feel so giddy and he just so sweet as pecks one more to your lips for good measure

You take one last good look at him as you finally take your leave

He sighs and he feels elated and so sure of his future now

It's you and him

He goes back to your safe haven room as he saw two of his friends

The slightly tipsy Gareth is the first one to notice his aura, the thing is with Gareth when he drinks? the toughness of him just vanishes out of thin air

It's like the rum totally changed him into a different person

Eddie and Jeff are enjoying it

Enjoying the way he makes a fool out of himself when they have conversations like this

And when his friends do tell him right after the eventful past night that he dranked too much- he'll always says "That's not me, that's blasphemy!"

Jeff closes his lips together as he already knew that face

"There's something about you, man" Gareth clicks his tongue as he places both of his feet in front as he leans behind of the sofa

"Dude, just leave him be that means he's got it" Jeff says as he arrange his clothes aside

"Got it? Got what?!?" Gareth is so confused, he acts all mighty but in reality he gets dumb sometimes but when drunk

Eddie and Jeff smirked at each other as they give their friend a shrug

Both of his friends watches him as he finally started to process everything, he is still fucking loading

His mouth slowly open, hanging agape as he raises his eyebrows directing at Eddie who is so proud of himself as he nods his head, Jeff lays his hand down in front of Eddie as he slaps it, Gareth eyes dart back and forth to his friends as they mirrored the same expressions

"You got it with Y/N?!"

"Uh huh"

"Fucking hell!"

Jeff snorts "You know you should lessen your drinking"

"But their rum is so good" Gareth whines and Eddie chortled

"Yeah- and it's making you look like a jackass!"

Gareth throws a pillow at Eddie who dodges and threatens him by saying

"Hey! those are belong to Y/N!"

Jeff lays back down on the other couch as watches the two of his friends acting all silly and shit as he shook his head side by side as he says to himself with the lines of.....

"I am with children and I am myself- I'm a fucking youngster too! So- therefore we're all gonna be executed by a goddamn guillotine"

"Have you seen the kids yet?"

"No, I haven't since we parted ways"

"What?!"

"Listen, I told them to go find Y/N and I went to let you out and now I don't know where they are now, maybe, they finally met Y/N"

"So, what are we going to do? What's the plan?"

"I don't know-"

"Hang on, look"

Wayne points at Henry and..... Jason?

But there's someone else is with them

That hair and that beard it looks so much like

"Is that.... Dmitri?" Enzo tilts his head as he tries to look harder

"No- that's- he can't do this!" Wayne angrily whisper-shouts

"We have to follow them"

Enzo panics when Wayne literally stands up and didn't even care if anyone saw him

"Man, I know your blood is boiling right now but we can follow them-"

Wayne only huffs but Enzo rolls his eyes as he holds his shoulder as he spoke again

"Discreetly"

Wayne nodding aggressively as Enzo can feel the steam coming out at the top of his head as he speak through gritted teeth "Fine"

"Are you sure there were four men come out of the portal?" Jason's voice echoes outside as the two men tipping their way into the sides of the slightly opened doors

The light of the inside of the room peeks at the shadowy area of your palace

They're both squatting down as they lean in behind the door

"Yes"

Enzo saw the way Wayne clenches his jaw at the traitor who spoke up

"Can you give us a name?" Jason asks, Henry can feel that he is getting impatient

Both of the men can see how tired Dmitri looks, a look that he hasn't been at peace or he didn't sleep for days

He look like he's been gone out to hell

When the moment Henry walks behind Dmitri, the two men can't understand the way Dmitri acted

He shuddered so badly that he started to beg for them to get him out of this that he doesn't want to be part of it anymore

"Cry, cry, cry..... that's not gonna help us, Dmitri" Jason nonchalantly said

He looked so hopeless and like he's on the edge of the cliff

Enzo and Wayne glanced at each other as they continue to eavesdrop

"So, tell me, is it Eddie and his boys?" Jason spoke so low that Enzo can tell his true intentions

Wayne's mended heart, cracked again, his dear boy's life is still covered with seeking harmful nemesis

It's not done

It's not over yet

"And the other one is..... Enzo?"

Dmitri doesn't want to confirm it

But, he can't since his life is on the grasps of him

Henry

So....

"Y-Yes, you're r-right" he sobs as he drags his nails on the chair in shame

"So, they wanna be some heroes, huh?" Jason chuckles in disbelief

Enzo tries to understand Dmitri's behavior

Sure, he can be scared but Enzo knows

That is entirely different

Is out of the ordinary

It's much more ungodly

Dmitri saw what Enzo fought with your father, Jim

Enzo fears that he already knows what the world is about to become

Wayne saw the approaching guards who are roaming around the palace walls

"We need to look for them"

"How? We can't just walk normally"

Both of them sneakingly switches places to hide as they watched the passing soldiers

They move on to another side as they continue to talk

"We don't even know how to look for them and once we do, they'll notice it!"

Wayne had an idea, a great idea that no one can even trace it

"I think there's definitely a way to do it without them tracing it"

"And that is?"

"We make a note"

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Pen through the heart

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49540186 by TrinnyMoo After the events of last season Penelope has never felt more alone. No best friend. No hope left for dreams of love. Nothing but her thoughts and her mother’s criticisms to keep her company. And it’s left her determined to change into someone no longer at the mercy of the whims of Bridgertons and Society alike. She’s made plans to take this season by storm and secure her family’s future. But after a lifetime of being a wallflower, is it so easy to become a rose? Colin Bridgerton has returned to London, finally unburdened from his past mistakes. No longer does he receive pitying looks and snide remarks; in their place flattery and fluttering lashes abound. But it all feels empty and shallow while he wrestles with the hole in his life that his red-headed pen pal once filled. When he finds out the reason for her silence with him this past year, he’s willing to do anything to make amends – including assisting her in her quest to find a match this season. However, the more time he spends with her, the more he realizes his feelings for his childhood friend may be more than he expected. Season 3 prediction fic. Words: 3495, Chapters: 1/24, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Pen Through The Heart Fandoms: Bridgerton (TV), Bridgerton Series - Julia Quinn, Bridgerton (TV) RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Colin Bridgerton, Penelope Featherington, Eloise Bridgerton, Anthony Bridgerton, Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma, Francesca Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, Violet Bridgerton, Portia Featherington, Prudence Featherington, Harry Dankworth, Marcus Anderson (Bridgerton), Lord Debling (Bridgerton), Michael Stirling, Agatha Danbury, Charlotte (Queen B), Gregory Bridgerton, Hyacinth Bridgerton, Daphne Bridgerton, Lady Whistledown (Bridgerton) Relationships: Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington, Colin Bridgerton & Penelope Featherington, Eloise Bridgerton & Penelope Featherington, Eloise Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington, Francesca Bridgerton/John Stirling I, Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma, Sophie Beckett/Benedict Bridgerton Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Best Friends, Unrequited Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, she'sallthat, andabagofchips, flirtinglessons, Colin Bridgerton Being an Idiot, Jealous Colin Bridgerton, Protective Colin Bridgerton, penpalstolovers, pentakeschargeofherlife, beingafeatheringtonisn'tsobad, Peneloisebreaksmyheart, Romantic Soulmates, platonicsoulmates, writersarefreaks, it'stheimagination, makesushornydevils read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49540186