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elizaleclerc · 9 months ago

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Hello, I love your writing, can I request Charles Leclerc x singer!reader where they already knew each other back when they were teenagers but the reader moves to LA to pursue her career so they kinda feel off cuz of the long distance, so years later Charles decides to surprise her at one of her concerts and tries to shoot his shoot after all those years they end up together and it's all fluffy and cute.

Sorry if this doesn't make sense english is not my first language, thank you <3

love this!!! tysm <3

birds of a feather ✿

charles leclerc x reader

summary: fem singer!reader reignites an old teenage love with famous driver charles leclerc

songs: birds of a feather by b.eilish, the 1 by t.swift

author’s note: mostly cute and fluffy but had to add a bit of angst oops! inspo from billie’s new album obv bc that’s all i’m listening to rn. also some google translate involved so oops again if it’s wrong :)

word count: 4k

In the luxurious city of Monaco, you and Charles were cruising along the winding roads late at night, a favored pastime for the two of you. The cool breeze tousled your hair as the windows were rolled down, filling the car with the scent of saltwater and adventure. You stole a glance at Charles in the driver's seat, his face adorned with that familiar boyish grin, his eyes sparkling just as they did on the day you met him.

The car zoomed down the winding road, its expensive engine purring like a contented cat. Despite its luxurious interior, Charles had no qualms about letting you put your feet up on the dash. The scarlet sky painted with streaks of orange and pink was the perfect backdrop for this drive at sunset.

One thing different about this drive at sunset was that one of your own songs was playing on the radio. At only 19 years old, your song “Birds of a Feather” was reaching the top of the charts worldwide. At any chance he got, Charles would blast it at full volume whenever the two of you were together. It only made sense considering the song was about him.

You and Charles had been inseparable since childhood, a bond that felt unbreakable and essential to your very existence. Over the years, you both had your fair share of romantic partners, but it seemed like none of them could compare to the connection you shared. Despite any ups and downs in your own love lives, you and Charles always found your way back to each other, like two ships anchored together in the stormy sea of life.

Of course, there were fleeting moments when you wondered if there could be something more between you and Charles. The thought would cross your mind as his hand brushed yours or when he made you laugh until your sides ached. But those thoughts remained just that - fleeting and unspoken. You both cherished your friendship too much to risk changing its dynamic.

But deep down, underneath layers of familiarity and comfort, there was a quiet longing that neither of you acknowledged. A shared understanding that there was something more between you than just being best friends. And although it was left unsaid, it was an unspoken truth that added a layer of depth to your friendship.

The bass of the song throbbed through the car, drowning out Charles' words as he spoke to you. You strained to hear him over the music, but all you could see were his lips moving in time with the beat. "What?!" you shouted comically with a grin, and he reached for the volume knob to turn it down.

"I said, it's only a matter of time before you're touring worldwide," he repeated with a small smile. You shook your head in amusement. Charles always had grand visions for your music career, dreaming of reaching the stars and achieving the highest goals even when you couldn't imagine them yourself.

“You’re only saying that to be nice,” you playfully bantered with him, knowing deep down he truly believed in your talent.

A wistful smile crossed his face as he replied, “I’m serious. Before you know it, you’ll be in L.A., living your dream and making music for the world.” His words had a bittersweet edge to them, causing your own smile to falter. There was truth in his statement - Charles had just signed with Ferrari and would soon be the busiest he's ever been in his career as a Formula One driver. You were endlessly proud of him and all that he had accomplished. It feels like just yesterday when you both were just kids with big dreams, but now here you are, actually making strides towards achieving those dreams. Even with a hit song on the radio and promising opportunities ahead, you still felt like you were ages behind in becoming someone big in the music industry. And the thought of possibly leaving your best friend behind as you pursued your dreams weighed heavily on your heart.

He noticed the solemn expression on your face, his eyes full of understanding and affection. "Ah, come on," he said gently, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "You know I mean that in a good way." His voice was warm and sincere."L.A. is a hotbed for the music industry right now," he continued, his excitement palpable. "And haven't you always talked about wanting to go to the States?"

You nodded slowly, unable to contain a small smile at the thought. "Yeah, but...I can't even imagine us being apart for so long," you admitted with a hint of sadness. "We've never been separated for more than a week. And even then, you were blowing up my phone every day." You couldn't help but laugh at the memory.

His own laughter rang out, contagious and genuine. "So now you know that when you're in the U.S., you won't have to worry about us not talking," he reassured you. "Clearly, I can't get enough of you." His words made your heart swell with love and comfort. Despite any ridiculous or anxious thoughts that may cross your mind, you were always reminded that the bond between you two could stretch thousands of miles.

About a week later, you had hired a manager with the help of your parents and were looking at record labels to sign with. Your social media pages were blowing up with new fans anticipating and begging for new music. It was a rightful step for a singer who had just had a song blow up, to make more music.

After many phone calls and contracts, you decided on the best deal to sign with the record label you had always wanted. With a location in Los Angeles, Sony Music Entertainment was your new employer.

As the days passed, the familiar childhood bedroom in Monaco slowly transformed into a maze of boxes and packing materials. The bittersweet scent of nostalgia clung to the air as you said goodbye to the people and places that had shaped you. It was early February, just before the newest Formula One season started, but Charles seemed to be swallowed up by his work, juggling the responsibilities of being their rookie driver. In those fleeting moments between racing events, he squeezed in time for you, knowing that soon you would both be consumed by your separate paths. On the last night together, you took a nostalgic drive around town, savoring every street corner and landmark. As the sun dipped below the horizon, you returned to your house - now empty and cold without all of your belongings. The silence hung heavy in the air as you sat side by side, cherishing these final moments together.

You both sat on your bed as you rested your head on his shoulder and asked, “How did this even happen?”

“Your talent will always drive you towards success, how could it not happen?” He replied and it made your eyes water. You weren’t sure how you were going to adjust with your time apart. You’ll miss his advice and little jokes. You’ll miss your late night drives around Monaco with him, taking in the cool air.

As he turned to face you, his piercing eyes caught the glistening trails of tears streaming down your cheeks. His own expression shifted from concern to sadness as he took in the sight of your heartbroken state. With a heavy sigh, he reached out to gently wipe away a stray tear from your cheek and murmured, "Please don't cry." Your eyes met his with a solemn understanding, but your bottom lip began to quiver despite your efforts.

You couldn't help but notice the glimmer of tears in his own eyes, which only made your own tears flow even more freely. Together, you both sat on the edge of your bed, gripping each other's hands tightly as you cried until it became almost comical at just how much emotion was pouring out of both of you. In between sobs, he managed to let out a small laugh and said, "It's not even an actual goodbye, I'll see you again soon.”

You couldn't help but laugh along with him through your tears. "I know," you replied with a watery smile. "I'll see you before I know it.”

But as the night wore on and the hour grew late, the reality of tomorrow morning's early flight to L.A. began to sink in. Despite wanting to hold onto this moment for as long as possible, you both knew it was time to say goodbye. You stood up and shared one final embrace, his arms enveloping you in a tight hug while yours rested around his neck. The warmth of his body and the familiar scent of his cologne brought a sense of comfort amidst the pain of parting ways.

“Tu vas me manquer mon amour,” he whispered by your ear, which made you squeeze him tighter.

“Tu vas me manquer davantage, Char.” You replied with a raspy voice, your cheeks still wet with tears. He blew you a kiss before walking out the door.

~ 5 years later ~

The electric energy of Los Angeles, California pulsed through the air as you walked towards the venue on the opening night of your highly anticipated second tour. Fresh off the massive success of your second album, fans from all over the world were eagerly awaiting your performance tonight. You could already hear their screams and see their signs, some bearing your name since the very beginning of your career. Your first tour had been small, just a few cities in the U.S., but now with your skyrocketing fame, this tour would take you to stages across the globe. The thought of performing for thousands of people in different countries sent a thrill through your veins. As you approached the entrance, excitement and nerves intertwined within you, ready to take on this new chapter in your music career.

As you nervously waited backstage, dressed in a stunning white gown for your highly anticipated opening night in Los Angeles, your mind couldn't help but wander to a familiar name: Charles. The two of you had been inseparable during your first year in L.A., constantly talking and supporting each other's dreams. But as time went on, his calls and texts became less frequent until they eventually stopped altogether. You found yourself relying on social media to keep up with him and were happy to see that he had found success with Ferrari, but also couldn't shake the feeling of hurt and confusion as to why he had suddenly disappeared from your life. You debated reaching out to congratulate him on his wins, but deep down, you knew it wouldn't make a difference.

The next years after that became hard, and you struggled to make genuine connections with anyone in the industry. You found that often other artists wanted to use you for their fame or publicity. But you had found one genuine person, your boyfriend. The two of you dated for two years, but two weeks before the opening night of your world tour, he broke things off. You were devastated, as he had become someone you loved dearly and could trust with your whole being. His reason was that he realized he couldn’t handle your level of fame and that it was becoming too much for him to handle.

So here you were, backstage, reminiscing on your career up until this point. Your mind ran over the setlist a thousand times. “Birds of a Feather” hadn’t made the cut for this tour, and you stopped performing it all together once Charles had stopped communicating with you. You weren’t sure why he was on your mind so much for your opening night.

As you stepped out onto the stage, a wave of excited nerves washed over you. But with each step and movement, your confidence grew until it radiated off of you like a second skin. The bright lights illuminated your white dress, making it glow against the dark backdrop. You knew this dress well, having spent hours upon hours rehearsing in it, mastering every twirl and flick of the sleeves. And now, as you sang and danced flawlessly, you felt like a true star. Every note was hit perfectly, every movement graceful and deliberate. It was as if you were born to be on that stage, commanding the attention of everyone in the audience. The familiar click of a metronome and the muffled directions from backstage played in your in-ears, guiding you through the performance like a well-oiled machine. You had become a masterful performer, honing your craft to perfection.

You wished you could remember every moment of this night as you went through the setlist. You performed “the 1”, a song from your most recent album. Fans speculated it was about the recent split with your boyfriend, but really in your mind you knew it was about Charles. Your fans mostly were unaware of Charles and the old friendship the two of you had. He rarely talked about you in the media, and you were never asked about him, even though the two of you were individually growing more famous by the day.

As the final song ended, you returned backstage, the sweat dripping down your face and your body heaving with exhaustion. This tour was more physically demanding than your last one, with intricate dance routines and high-energy performances. But it was all worth it as you heard the crowd's roar of approval after each song and saw their hands in the air, singing along to every lyric. The adrenaline rush and satisfaction of a flawless opening night kept you going despite the fatigue setting in.

You got a flood of compliments from your team and the crew backstage as you felt the dewy feeling of sweat on your forehead cool down. Your manager came up to and wrapped you in a big hug, congratulating you and updating you on the next steps for the tour.

“I know you don’t typically meet people after shows, but there’s actually a visitor here for you. He was pretty persistent.” She told you as you stood outside your dressing room.

“Who is it?” You asked tiredly, not wishing for long interactions with people after the show. You were worn out, and typically napped or slept through the night after a long show.

“He said his name is Charles Leclerc. Went on about how you guys were childhood friends. He showed his ID and credentials so we allowed it.” Your manager explained everything and as she was speaking your face became flushed. Charles was here, in L.A? And your management had allowed him to meet with you. You were partly in shock and partly frustrated with how easily he was able to persuade your team.

“Well…where is he?” You asked, and your manager pointed to your dressing room door. “He’s in my dressing room?” You questioned in a surprised voice, lowering your voice in case he could hear you.

“We weren’t sure where else he could’ve waited. He made it seem like he needed to have a serious talk with you.” She explained further and you put your head in your hands. You couldn’t believe the words that had come out of her mouth, and thought that maybe she was joking. You thought that you’d open up your dressing room door and it would be empty, earning a loud laugh from her and a “Got you!”

As you slowly opened your door, still clad in your flowing white dress, your heart caught in your throat as you saw Charles sitting on the plush brown leather couch. The air was thick with surprise and a tinge of nervousness, evidenced by Charles' fidgeting hands rubbing against his pants. You could barely breathe as you managed to utter a breathless greeting, "Hi."

He stood up abruptly, his body language tense and unsure. “Hi,” he replied.

The silence hung between you like a heavy curtain as you asked, "What...um...what are you doing here?" Your fingers instinctively ran through your slightly tangled hair as you waited for his response, feeling both overwhelmed and curious about this unexpected visit.

As he stood before you, he seemed to struggle with his words, his voice catching and pausing as if trying to contain an overwhelming emotion. You gazed at him in awe, taking in every detail of his changed appearance. The dimple in his cheek still deepened when he spoke, the same crystal eyes sparkled with unreadable emotions. But now his shoulders were broader, defined muscles rippling beneath his shirt, and his neck had thickened with strength. It was clear that time had passed, but it had only enhanced his features instead of diminishing them. "I," he finally managed to say, his gaze never leaving yours, "I came here to apologize." You couldn't believe he was standing in front of you after so long. And in this moment, all you could think about was how much you missed him and how different things could have been if he had stayed.

“Apologize?” You repeated, awaiting further clarification.

“I’ve missed you terribly.” He began to pour out, finally getting a grip on his words, “Every day we haven’t been together has haunted me. You’ve plagued my dreams, my every waking thought.” He took a swallow, “I see you online, doing amazing things, and I just feel this guilt that I’m not there with you.”

You could hardly believe the words he was saying. You felt the same, you missed him every morning you woke and every night you went to sleep. Yet you felt a tinge of resentment. He could have been there, he could have responded to your dozens of calls and texts.

“I’m sorry, mon chérie.” He finished his speech.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and your eyes watered with emotion, your face contorted with hurt. Your voice came out breathless as you spoke, "Char, why didn't you call?" Your heart ached with longing and you couldn't understand why he hadn't taken action to bridge the distance between you. The unspoken desire between you was almost tangible, making the current situation even more painful for both of you.

“My ex-girlfriend, once we got together she saw how often we communicated and told me that I couldn’t talk to you anymore. And I thought I loved her so much that I was willing to do whatever it took. But…it turns out…” He paused, looking you in the eyes.

“What?” You questioned, waiting for him to spit it out.

“It turns out as the years went on, that I just loved you.” He said as he stepped closer.

“You don’t mean that,” You denied shaking your head, a single tear running down your cheek.

“But I do,” he grabbed your hand, “I think I’ve always loved you.”

You broke out into a grin while tears still fell, and wrapped your arms around him, burying your head into his chest. “What took you so long?”

“I’m sorry mon amour, I guess I was just too stupid to actually do anything. But I love you, I love you so much.” His arms wrapped around your waist, kissing the top of your head.

You pulled back and placed your hands on his face, admiring his mature features. He took his thumbs to wipe off the tears on your face. “I love you too,” You told him and he grinned. “Will you finally kiss me?”

His lips met yours in a gentle, yet passionate, kiss. As your heart raced and butterflies fluttered in your stomach, you couldn't help but smile as his lips moved against yours. It was your first kiss with the love of your life, a moment that you would never forget.

You had always known deep down that he was the one for you, but you had spent so long convincing yourself that a friendship was all it could ever be. But now, as you felt the warmth of his embrace and the intensity of his kiss, you realized that the love of your life could also be your best friend - the person who knows and understands you better than anyone else in the world. And in that moment, you were grateful for every step that had led you to this perfect moment with him.

Charles had to return to his Formula One season, but the two of you called every day. He made it to shows on your tour when he could, and when you traveled to France to play your home show, he was there for every minute of it.

The crowd knew that this show was special, and fans had picked up on the new romance between you and Charles. Everyone was loving it, and older fans finally put the pieces together on the connection the two of you had. So for your home show, you played “Birds of a Feather” for everyone as a surprise, with Charles in attendance. The song had only changed meaning slightly, as you sang it with more love towards him than you’ve ever had before. Headlines were soon filled with your name along with his.

As the next year rolled around and January came, the two of you were inseparable at award shows, him proudly by your side for every one of your achievements. His smile lit up the room and his hand always found yours in the sea of people. Even when you won your first Grammy, he was there in all of your acceptance speeches, his eyes sparkling with pride.

As the year went on and you took a break from touring, you joined him on the road during his racing season. The roar of engines and smell of burning rubber filled your senses as you watched him race with skill and determination. The paddock quickly became like a second home to you, with fans flocking to meet the both of you. The Ferrari team welcomed you with open arms, treating you like family. It was a dream come true to be able to share this passion with him, and you couldn't imagine a better way to spend your time off.

Charles never dulled your shine; in fact, he basked in its radiance. He was not intimidated by your fame, but rather, he reveled in it. As you both shared stories about past relationships, Charles' understanding became apparent. He may have been known for different reasons, but he knew the highs and lows that came with celebrity status. Together, you formed an unbreakable bond of understanding and support. Life had become akin to heaven with Charles by your side, a constant source of love and grounding amidst the chaos of fame.

Together, you moved into a luxurious apartment in the heart of Monaco. The spacious living room had been transformed into your personal music studio, with instruments and recording equipment scattered about in organized chaos. The walls were adorned with posters from your past tours and handwritten lyrics. Charles stood by the window, looking out at the stunning view of the city below, while you strummed your guitar on the plush couch. The sense of security and stability he brought to your life was palpable - his presence assuring you that he would always be there, no matter where your music took you. As you played him your latest compositions, his fingers effortlessly danced across the keys of the piano, adding depth and richness to the melodies. Together, you created magic in that space - harmonizing not just in music but also in life.

As you laid in bed one night, your head rested on the pillow turned towards him, you caught him staring at you. You grinned, “What?”

“Nothing, I’ve just never seen someone more beautiful before in my life.” He told you in a low voice, smirking at you. You rolled your eyes playfully, knowing you should’ve expected him to shower you with compliments.

You placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, “Je t’aime chéri.”

You both settled into bed, cuddled up next to each other. He kissed your temple, “Je t’aimerai toujours plus.”

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captain-clandestiny · 3 days ago

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made it another year.

a bit of a personal comic, but just some feelings i wanted to get out.

I've... been kind of lost lately. I'm far from abandoning the development of Bluesleeves and the other stories i've been managing on the side, yet i just cant find it within me to create actual art lately. Something im proud of, not just a doodle or scribble or joke. And as i celebrate another year of life, it gets heavy. The guilt of inaction weighs more on my head and my heart with every day that goes by. But... I cant change.

Thats not to say i havent tried. God, ive tried more times than i can count. Ive tried more things than i can remember. Nothing works.

Or... nothing has worked.

And im starting to realize thats the key. Not some trainer on my ass, or another bummy improvement app. But hope. Hope, when kindled right, feeds to so many other things. Resilience, in the hope that things will improve. Discipline, in the hope that it'll all pay off. Sociability, in the hope to make some friends. Kindness, in the hope it can help.

But hope can lead you down darker paths too. Hope, burning bright, is ambition. But ambition, overwhelming, can turn to desire. And i let my hope get ahead of me. Looking at everyone else in this insane online world, my hope was changed. I began with a hope to create a story. Which turned into an ambition to amass an audience to love it as much as i did. And, as expected, kept evolving into a monster of jealousy, inferiority, and doubt.

Why can't I reach heights like them? Is mine not good enough? They have it all- why can't I just do what they did? Why won't it work?? How do I get them to listen? Something I'm doing wrong? Maybe I'm the problem? What if this is where it ends? Did I peak here? Did I do something wrong? Does this really matter???

It goes on and on. A monster, really. And when your passion project becomes an objective- a chore, is it really still from the heart?

...

this birthday has made me realize that i've gone down a wrong path. I got distracted, turned around, and now lost. but coming to that question- if any of it really matters, its never me that answers. rather. its my creations. why would they be here if it was all indifferent? why go through the labor that is constructing a story if it never meant anything? the sleepless nights of storyboards, countless sketch pages with a thousand portraits of one character? obligation does not drive that kind of devotion.

so for the first time in a while i looked inside my head for the answer. ignored the demon, the likes and ratios, and focused on this mysterious force instead. and there it was.

all of this was for hope.

my hope.

that my dreams would become real. my visions realized. and most of all, that somehow, it could help someone. anyone. even just one. because all i'd ever wanted was someone to help me. and if i could keep just one more person from growing up like me, that would be worth it all.

the purpose of Bluesleeves was not to attract fame, attention, or money, but to help. To convey a message (more like several, actually), to help people learn, and to make them wonder. entertainment is a powerful way to communicate knowledge, after all.

and while i can spend my birthday with this burden, wallowing in guilt over all the time i wasted and my simple misdirection, that wouldn't accomplish much. What matters is that i found my hope again. inevitably, i'll lose track again, and ill be lost once more. but what matters is that i dont stay there. that i keep moving. keep falling, but lifting my chin after every stumble.

this sounds sappy and awful, and honestly im losing my train of thought now, but i just needed to express this. for me. from me, to you. this is what ive been dealing with, and im sorry i havent been so active lately. it may be a while, but i promise you, im going to make it happen. i just need a stable mind before i keep up a stable posting schedule, haha.

some of this may help other people struggling similarly, or just be complete gibberish, i dont know!! because im sure not going back to read allat!! thank you, YOU, for reading this far. or if you skipped ahead down here, um, hi i guess.

thank you, every single one of you for your love and support. At the end of the day, no matter how hard, it still seems so impossible knowing that i've reached some of you with my stories. so out of this world that i could make you laugh, cry, smile... that i could make you feel. and that very impossibility means more than you could ever know 🫶

#umm kind of a venty thing #a little out of the blue sorry #ill try to make happier birthday art next year ;)#this was just something i had to do for me #and for anyone wondering where ive been #its been hard #but im not going to give up #art #myart #my art #comic

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murmiss · 10 months ago

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Headcanons about Yandere Simulator!COD.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Warning: mention of suicide, mention of alcohol, drugs, mental problems, possibly traumatic moments, etc. My personal vision of the character. OOC?

I think he's perfect for the role of Yandere.

His childhood was disgustingly shitty, and you can't blame him for that.

Born into a dysfunctional family, Simon was doomed to a hard life from childhood. His father was a drunk, a bloody alcoholic who prided himself on being able to drink for weeks and stay on his feet. A dirty man, with filthy and sadistic tendencies taken out on those closest to him. A freak who broke everyone he knew, trampling on his own son, turning the poor child into an unwilling broken doll.

Simon remembered those lonely nights in the old shed next to the house, cluttered with trash and rusty tools, like it was yesterday. The cold wind blew through the cracks between the boards, leaving goosebumps on Simon's skin and forcing him to pull his legs tighter together, curling up in a ball to keep warm. A night in the old barn was Mr. Riley's favorite punishment, a man crashing home after another rave binge to find out his son had gotten an F in school? Late for first period? Or maybe spent his pocket money on some silly comic book? - no matter what, Simon will fly instantly to the Locked Shed. No matter what happened, Simon was always drawn to his older brother, who, unfortunately, wasn't as good as his younger brother would have liked. Tommy was a jerk, that bad boy in high school who publicly cursed the teacher, broke the toilet faucet, and did stupid things. But the dumbest thing in Tommy's life was drugs - this jerk decided to prove once again to everyone that he was cool, not realizing that very soon this addiction would consume him, like everyone else who once got addicted. And Simon hovered between two fires, like a child dreaming of a normal family, like a son who had never seen his father smile and never heard praise. And the mother? Mrs. Riley-a dandelion of God, withering rapidly in her husband's dirty hands. She was a beautiful woman, the only person in that family who cared about Simon, and he loved her immensely, and still does. Mrs. Riley died when Simon was 14. It was a cold Sunday morning when a loud gunshot rang out, waking Simon from his sleep. Feeling an animal fear, he rushed to the sound, recognizing a sight that forever shattered his poor mind. On September 6, Mrs. Riley shot herself in the temple.Haunted by her husband's nightmares and torture, she couldn't take any more of this abusive behavior, couldn't watch her firstborn wither under drugs, couldn't see Simon hurt.But her act didn't make it better, hell, that kind of thing never makes anything better. After that day, Simon withdrew more than ever. Hitting his father was nothing, hunger was nothing, being forced to kiss a poisonous snake was a challenge.

Simon grew up, and with it grew his hatred and repressed aggression towards his father.One day in a club Simon watched his father attack a poor girl. She simply refused to spend the night with him and the drunkard, not confused, began to beat her as if he were a wrestler in the ring Simon could not do anything, just as he could not save his mother, stop his father's beatings or convince Tommy that drugs are evil. And he didn't understand why his father wasn't in jail. They'd find the girl, but when they did, no one would really care what happened. The freak always gets away with it.

After the death of his mother, Simon was forced to work part-time at the local machine shop. Old man Carson was happy to help the neighbor boy, so he took him into his shop as an assistant without any questions or demands. Yes, and Simon was a handy and understanding guy.

Simon started out washing cars, and after working like that for half a year, he was promoted to Carson's apprentice: the old man explained and taught the boy mechanics, letting him stay up late reading books about cars.

The old man was able to replace Simon's father, teaching the teenager simple things necessary for basic survival. For example, Simon, at 16, learned how to fix some appliances and how to use tools. But Mrs. Carson had already taught Simon cooking, laundry, and household chores, and he, as a bright boy, grasped everything on the fly. Simon noticed Mr. and Mrs. Carson had a son, which they never had, for unfortunately Paula Carson was barren.

Simon lived as a two-family household, mostly spending his days at his mentor's house, but when his father began to rage and throw himself at the neighbor's door, Simon would return, falling asleep again in his little room.

The work in the workshop brought quite a good income and Simon, having entered the desired college, was even able to rent a small apartment on the outskirts of the city, and finally moved out of his home, so as not to see this den, and not to put, in Simon's opinion, the family of his mentor in danger.

The old man Carson told him fatherly: "Simon, you'll be happy when you find love. Simon thought so, but he couldn't imagine what that love looked like. He couldn't believe it would happen someday, not just pass him by like it always did.

But one day that day has come. First day of college, Simon is walking toward the auditorium when a stranger suddenly sweeps him off his feet like a small tornado. It was just a moment when he looked into your eyes-- He felt like he was going to drown in them. The way your eyelashes fluttered as you stood there, rubbing your forehead after the blow and babbling something, was in his head. From that day on, he couldn't imagine his life if you weren't there for him.

"Finally, I'll be happy."

But is this how it's going to be? Simon can't contain his anger at seeing you talking sweetly to some cocky kid in the back of the class. And the voice in Simon's head whispered sweetly: "eliminate."

#call of duty #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #tf 141 x reader #poly tf141 #fanfic #headcanon

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chiefduckgarden · 2 years ago

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The lady in red

Summary: After the events of MoM Wanda escapes from the destroyed temple and isolates herself from the world with the only person she knows will never judge her or be afraid of her: you. But the past always comes back to make people pay for their sins, and soon you'll need to accept that it's Wanda's time.

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A/N : Soo this is a big mashup of my imagination, the story from the Marvel Comic "Darkhold: Omega", and the final episode of Netflix Series: The haunting of Bly Manor. I took a lot of inspiration from these two works. I hope you like it! Happy reading :D

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The night she knocked on your door you were surprised to get a visit at almost 1 pm. You hesitated for a moment to open the door but the moment you heard her voice, your blood ran cold through your veins.

- Y/N, it's me, Wanda - she simply said.

You immediately opened the door, but the person you found on the other side was not the Wanda you remembered.

- Oh Wanda, what happened? - you asked - Come in.

She walked in front you and got inside the house.

You stared at her for a moment. She seemed weak, like some who's sick and is slowly deteriorating; with remarkable bags under her eyes and a strange darkness adorning her gaze. The last time you saw her was in Stark's funeral, and her red straight hair was now replaced with messy curls.

- Thanks for opening the door - she said - It's just that, I have no other place to go.

Then she broke down crying and you ran to hold her in your arms. You allowed her to cry and vent for as long as she needed without question anything.

- It's okay, I'm here now, you're not alone - you reassured her, stroking her hair and her back, rocking her body back and forth.

- I made horrible things Y/N, so many irreparable mistakes - she said sobbing.

Your white pajama shirt was covered with her tears but you didn't care, you only wanted to help her.

- Are you harmed? Did anyone hurt you? - you asked her.

She denied shaking her head.

- It wasn't me the one who got hurt - she said.

You simply nodded and stood up from the floor with the girl in your arms.

- It's late now, we'll talk about this tomorrow, okay?

She nodded and you cleaned the tears from her cheeks with your thumb.

That night you gave her a pajama and let her stay in the guest room. But before you could leave and turn off the lights she stopped you.

- Can you stay here with me tonight - she requested in a low voice - I just don't want to be alone.

So you got in the bed with her by your side, holding her close and giving her a quick kiss on her hairline.

That was the first night in a really long time that Wanda slept peacefully.

The first that night she didn't dreamt of her children.

But you, you stayed up all night, stealing glances from time to time to the girl laying beside you. You were so confused about her sudden appearance at your door, it had been a long time since you last talked to her and yet, she was still having the same effect on you. Your heart was still beating for the girl.

You met Wanda many years ago, when she joined the Avengers after the battle with Ultron and the death of her brother. You became close friends after some weeks and many sleepovers on your room, but then Vision came back to the compound.

It only took a few days of watching them together for you to realize that you were in love with Wanda, but she was falling for the android. And the night you have decided to tell her about your real feelings for her, she told you that Vision kissed her and they were dating.

Your heart broke with the news but you congratulated her and asked her more about it. You didn't mind on feeling fire inside your chest every time she smiled thinking about the android, for the first time you saw her genuinely happy and that was the only thing that mattered.

So time went on, and when the government split your team, you and Wanda were on the same side. You fought against Tony Stark, and for some days you felt hope on having a chance with her again, Vision chose the opposite team and you were there, by her side.

But you saw them after the battle in the airport, you ran to check on Wanda but she was in Vision's arms, so you took a step back and ran to help Natasha instead. You didn't want Wanda to see the tears pooling on your eyes.

Living on the run with Wanda only made your feelings grow. You were so obvious about it that you were almost sure that she knew it, but she never made a move. After some months she told you she would go to Scotland, and when you were about to tell her you'd go with her, she told you Vision was waiting for her.

And Wanda Maximoff broke your heart again.

It only went worse from that moment on, Thanos and the lost battle didn't only take your friends away, but also the love of your life.

Five years passed slowly, and when Natasha Romanoff and Steve Rogers knocked on your door telling you there was a way to bring everyone back you didn't hesitate on going with them.

The next events passed to the history as the time that the Avengers saved the universe. Tony Stark sacrificed himself and the day of his funeral you talked to her for the first time in almost five years.

- How are you feeling? - you asked, she was standing by the river and her face was expressionless.

- I'm alive - she said - I just wish that he knew that everything worth at the end, that we won.

You hugged her and she cried on your shoulder.

- I'm sure he knows it Wands - you told her.

- He didn't even got a funeral.

You gulped.

- I'm sorry about that, but when you disappeared after the blip I tried to take his body with me, but the government took him - you confessed her - I wanted to keep him safe, or give him a proper bury, but they didn't let me.

She only hugged you closer. Her heart warmed at your words. That's what she loved about you, your tenderness and how you always said the right things at the right time.

- I'm sure you did your best, thank you Y/N - she said and then she kissed your cheek.

You sighed.

- Do you want to come with me? I have a house, in Italy, it's a beautiful town and you're more than welcome - you told her, maybe this was your second chance.

But she only stared at you, and words weren't needed to know her answer.

- Vision bought a house for us before passing away, i'm going to visit the town and maybe live there Y/N.

You smiled sadly and took a step back.

- I'm sorry - she said - I love you Y/N, but not in the way you've always wanted.

- Just know that if you ever feel like visiting Europe, you can always come to my house.

And that was the last time you saw her. Until that night. You knew nothing about her life and seeing her again, in that state, was shocking for you.

The next morning you made her breakfast and she thanked you with a brief smile.

- Are you feeling better now? - you asked her but she shook her head.

- No.

- That's okay, we can have breakfast and then you can take a shower if you want.

She accepted and you two ate in complete silence.

That first day she didn't say much, and you didn't pressure her. Whatever happened to her you were sure it affected her like never before, not even after Vision's death she looked that devastated.

-I'm ready to talk to you - she said on the afternoon of her second day with you.

You nodded and followed her to the living room to hear what she needed to say.

- I made bad things Y/N, really bad things - she started - I am a bad person, I was cruel.

You shook your head.

- No you're not...

- Yes I am! I know it - she interrupted you.

You heard her story, she told you about Westview, her children, Vision, Agatha... the Darkhold. She told you about America Chávez, her battle with Strange and the multiverse. You listened to her without more interruptions.

You understood the reasons behind her actions, you always knew that Wanda Maximoff wanted to have a family like the one she once lost.

It stung a bit that her dream family was with Vision by her side, but you left the selfishness behind and you focused on what she felt.

- Wanda, you're just a woman who wanted to feel loved, maybe your actions were wrong but you did the right thing at end - you told her.

- That doesn't change what I am Y/N, i opened the Darkhold, I chose to be the Scarlet Witch and now she will live forever in me. I can still feel her - she said.

- Well, I can only feel you - you said and she started to cry at your words. You never knew why but she felt like going back in time hearing that phrase.

- I'm not the Wanda you remember Y/N, i changed...

- I can still see the sweet Wanda that I met years ago, the one who taught me how to cook Paprikash and loves to watch old sitcoms on Saturday nights.

She looked at you and decided to show you the real her, the Scarlet Witch inside her. So she broke the spell that hid her black fingers and the worn red suit.

You took a step back when you first saw it, but when she fell on her knees crying you immediately ran to hug her.

- I don't care about your past, you did the right thing and now I'm here for you, I will always be here.

- I'm sorry for breaking your heart in the past, if only I had gone with you that day...

- It's fine Wanda, you don't have to say anything, you're here and that's all that matters.

She smiled genuinely for the first time after so much, and she let you hold her. Maybe you were always the answer after all.

The first months were hard for her, readjusting to the society was kind of difficult, but the town where you lived was peaceful and small, and she found a home with you.

You never mentioned your feelings for her again, she never told you she was looking for you romantically, so you just were a good friend for her.

Also, you knew she was still missing and loving her family. From time to time you caught her drawing two boys that you assumed were Billy and Tommy. She never drew Vision, or at least you never saw her doing it.

- I miss them - she told you one afternoon when you were staring at the sunset on the backyard.

You were laying on the grass with your head resting on a tree and she was sat next to you.

- Billy and Tommy? - you asked

She nodded and then she showed you her drawing.

- They were the most amazing kids- she said smiling - Billy was like me, he had my powers, a really shy and tender boy. Tommy was more chaotic, he had Pietro's super speed and sometimes he drove me crazy.

She laughed sweetly at the memory.

- If they were like their mother, I bet they were fantastic - you said.

Wanda couldn't help to let out some tears.

- You would've loved them - she told you - Especially Billy, he was like you too.

You looked at ceiling and just a gave her a shy reassuring smile. Without saying more, she laid beside you, resting her head on your chest and wrapping an arm around your torso.

You held your breath for a second, but then you rested your arm on her back.

- But I really love living here with you.

You smiled.

- I love that you live here with me too, it's nice having company - you said.

She smiled and you stayed like that for some minutes.

- Sometimes I think about how my life would've been if I accepted your invitation to coming here - she confessed.

- It's not good for you think about the what if's, maybe you needed to meet your family - you told her.

- It would've been less painful, for me, for Billy and Tommy... They were happy with their lives in that other universe, now they probably have nightmares about their own mother being a witch, and it's all my fault.

You remained silence unsure on what to say.

- Sometimes I dream about them - she kept talking - It's nice to see them at least in my dreams.

- I'm glad, keep them in your memory is a nice way to honor them - you say.

- No, I really see them - she says looking up at you.

You looked confused at her.

- When I was studying the Darkhold I learned about the multiverse, it said that our dreams are our versions from another universe, so everytime we dream we can see another version of ourselves - she explains - That's how I found them, because every night I used to dream about them.

You listened to her and try to understand what she's saying.

- Now, everytime I dream about my children I know that it's real somewhere.

You smiled.

- They're happy, and I'm happy now - she said.

Another moment of silence remained between the two of you. Wanda was fidgeting with the buttons of your sweater.

- Do you ever dream about us? - she asked.

- What do you mean?

- Have you ever dreamed about me? About us? - she asked again.

For sure you had, not always but some nights.

- Yes, sometimes... Mostly about our time together before the Sokovia Accords and the fight and everything - you said.

- So is it like reliving the past?

You nodded.

- I dream about us, but not in the past - she told you - Sometimes I dream about us being together, like how could have been our lives if I stayed with you and not with Vision.

Your chest tightened for a moment.

- That means that in some universe we are together - she finally said.

Your eyes met and before you knew it her lips were on yours. The kiss was slow and clumsy, but you felt your heart exploding of happiness inside your chest.

When you two separate from each other she smiled and you smiled too.

- Y/N... I want you, I love you, you've always been so good to me and stayed by my side, even when I broke your heart you were a good friend. You didn't even hesitate to receive me when I knocked on your door that night... - she said.

- Wanda I have always loved you, I never stopped - you admitted.

- I know, I'm sorry I'm telling you this now - she said.

- Don't be sorry, it's never too late. I love you, every part of you and that will never change - you took her hand and kissed her palm.

She smiled and kissed you again.

Life was sweet from that moment on, Wanda was by your side now and your life couldn't be happier. During the day you would wake up next to her and after some kisses go to have breakfast. You would paint, listen to music, dance or go to walk next to her; and she was starting to take care of a little garden on the backyard. At nights you two would take a shower together and after some goofy games you go to bed and cuddle with her until she fell asleep.

She never stopped loving her family though, but you loved listening to her whenever she talked about Billy and Tommy. She would tell you about things she lived in her short time with them, or about what she saw in her dreams. However, she couldn't help but cry sometimes at the memory of her children, but this time she had you by her side to cry her heart out and feel accompanied. And she loved you for that.

Six months of happiness preceded smoothly, just you and Wanda. Until one day she decided to show up, to never leave again.

Three weeks ago Wanda was doing the dishes after a tasty pasta dinner you two had whilst you were out buying some groceries that you would use the next morning for breakfast.

A sudden hard pain on her forehead made her drop the plate she was holding and touch her head. It was something she had never felt before. Her hands were feeling shaky and when she looked at them her slender fingers were black again, something she had been avoiding to happen. When she looked through the window to see if you were home already she saw her. The ghost of her past was in front of her, it was her reflection. The Scarlet Witch was in her window.

She screamed and threw a blast of power to the window breaking it. You opened the door in a hurry after hearing her scream and ran to the kitchen, you found her lying on the floor, her hands holding herself as she looked out the window and crawled backwards, as if she was running from something.

- Wanda are okay? - you said sitting on your knees to hug her. She jumped scared when her back hit your body, but when she saw it was you the one behind her, she clung to you and buried her face in your neck - Baby what happened? Why is the window broken?

She was only sobbing and crying so you didn't pushed any further and just waited there, rubbing her back and hugging her until she was ready to talk.

- She was here Y/N, i saw her in the window - she said after some minutes.

- Who? - you asked confused.

She looked up to meet your eyes, sniffing her noise.

- The Scarlet Witch, she was in my reflection - she finally said.

You looked at her speechless. Wanda had told you about her version corrupted by the Darkhold, but you couldn't get it yet, she was the Scarlet Witch, she lived inside your girlfriend, but Wanda had her under control somehow.

- I'm scared, It has been so long since the last time I saw her... But this time it felt different, as if I had no control over her - she said with shaky voice.

You were lost for words, so you did what you always do, give her reassurance and stand by her side.

- It's okay now, I'm here and I will never let something happen to you.

She kissed you and you stayed like that for some minutes before standing from the floor.

- Why don't you go to get ready for a bath? I'll finish the dishes and cover the broken windows with a plastic for tonight, tomorrow I'll have it fix - you said and she nodded.

- I'm sorry Y/N, i didn't want to scare you - she apologized but you shook your head.

- You don't have to apologize my love, it's fine okay?

Kissing her hands one last time she left to go to the bathroom and you picked up the plate that was broken on the floor. You sighed and looked at the window, hoping for it to be the last time that Witch haunted Wanda.

But unfortunately that was not the last encounter of your beloved with the Scarlet Witch, in fact, it was only the beginning of her hunt.

Two days later you came home after doing some errands only to find water falling down the stairs, you quickly ran upstairs to the bathroom only to find Wanda curled up in fetal position, her gaze was lost and you could notice her whole body shaking.

- Wanda what happened? - you said running to turn off the water tap and to kneel on her side - Baby, are okay?

She denied with her head without looking at you..

- Hey whatever happened it's fine, I'm here, we're gonna be fine, just talk to me...

- I saw her again Y/N, she was on the water and I tried to make her dissappear but she only stared at me, I felt like she was analyzing me - she said looking at you.

She laid her head on your chest and some tears rolled down her face.

- It felt so real, she was here with me, I know it - she sobbed - I'm scared Y/N

You sighed and closed your eyes.

- I know my love, but I really don't know what to do - you said - Just know that, whatever happens I will always be by your side, no matter what.

She nodded and kissed you.

- I'm sorry about the water, I was so lost when I saw her and I didn't realized the water was...

- Shhh it's fine, it's just water - you told her and gave her a brief smile - Let's get you dry and then I'll clean this up.

Hours later when the both of you were cuddling on your bed Wanda made a decision.

- I want to go to see someone tomorrow, someone who can tell me what is happening - she said.

- Where? Who? - you asked.

- In Westview, I want to visit Agatha Harkness.

You remained silence.

- I want you to go with me, you deserve to hear whatever she has to tell me - Wanda told you, looking up to meet your gaze - Is that okay with you?

You smiled and kissed her forehead.

- I would follow you to the end of the world - you said.

She smiled and cuddle further on your chest.

- I love you Y/N.

- I love you too Wanda Maximoff.

After some seconds she spoke again.

- Agatha is now under a spell, tomorrow she will probably recognize me but I'll have to make sure she would be powerless to talk to her peacefully - she explained - I don't want you to be scared of me.

- I would never - you said firmly - I know I'm safe with you, I trust you.

- My powers are not same since the last time you saw them, they are different and stronger now, and so am I.

- I know but I'm not scared.

You kissed her hands and she fell asleep in your arms.

The next morning you were boarding a plane to America. You were unsure on what to expect, you knew what happened thanks to Wanda's explanation but now that you were a few hours from your destination your doubts increased.

What would you do If that Agatha witch tried something against Wanda? How could you possibly protected her?

- Baby are you okay? - Wanda asked you, taking you hand in hers and cupping your face with her other hand.

- Yeah, I'm just worried - you told her - I don't know how I would protect you if that woman tries to hurt you.

- Oh honey you don't have to worry, I promise I have it under control - she stroked your cheek - Believe me, you're doing a lot by coming with me, I don't think i would be able to come alone.

You sighed.

- Are you sure?

- Yes, I'm sure - she smiled and kissed you.

Your hotel was a few minutes away from Westview, so after arriving and rest for a bit you drove to the small town.

As you were approaching to the place you noticed how Wanda tensed and as soon as you drove into the town you understood why.

The local people looked curious inside of your car as you were a clear stranger, and you saw how their expression changed the moment their eyes landed on your girlfriend.

- They're still mad at me, afraid - she said.

After driving some more minutes you parked in front of an empty lot and Wanda indicated you that the house next door was Agatha's.

- Wait here Y/N, I'll handle her first and then I'll let you know when to come in okay? - she said and you hesitate a little but nodded your head.

Some minutes passed for you until you heard her voice in your head.

- Come inside, we're at the basement - she said.

You did as you were told and walked inside the house. When you made it to the basement the air became heavier and the lighting of the room turned red.

- So this is your new puppet - you heard a woman's voice talking as you got close to Wanda - A new toy to play dollhouse.

- Silence Agatha - your girlfriend told her.

Wanda looked at you and and held her hand out for you to take it, she pulled you close to her and give you a small kiss on one side of your forehead. But you were more focused on the kneeld chained woman that was in front of you.

- I have to say it, she's more attractive than the machine that you called husband - Agatha said mocking at Wanda.

- I told you to shut up - Wanda said aggressively throwing a blast of power over the woman to put on a magical spell on her mouth - We came here for answers, not to have a chat with you.

You were still complete silence, feeling suddenly so out of place between those two powerful women.

- Did you understand? - Wanda asked her and the woman nodded slowly, rolling her eyes.

Your girlfriend took your hand to feel your presence and the touch made you remember why you were there. For her.

So you held her hand and gave her a shy brief smile.

- It's okay - you whispered.

The magic spell disappeared from the woman's mouth and she took a deep breath in.

- What do you want from me Wanda? - she asked roughly.

- I want you to tell me why am I seeing the Scarlet Witch again... - Wanda said - It's been a long time and I always had her under control, but now I feel like she's haunting me.

Agatha stared at Wanda and laughed dryly.

- You think you have her under control? Oh sweetie, you don't have the Scarlet Witch, the Scarlet Witch has you - Agatha spilled bitterly.

- What do you mean? - she asked - I am the Scarlet Witch, I can control her.

Agatha smirked.

- You're the Scarlet Witch now, but you are not the only one Wanda, there have been others before you... But you seem to be the strongest and, ironically, the weakest out of them all...

Wanda seemed confused and you were too.

- So you're saying that there have been other Wandas? - you asked.

Agatha smirked at you.

- No darling, not other "Wandas" other Scarlet Witches - she said mocking.

- Don't you dare to talk to her - Wanda told her.

- She asked...

You took a step back and kept listening.

- It's something you inherited Wanda, probably your progenitor was a Scarlet Witch too...

- That's impossible, my mom was a normal housewife, she never had powers

- Not your boring human mom that gave you your last name, I mean your biological mother, the one that gave you birth - Agatha explained.

Wanda held your hand tighter and you put your arm around her waist.

- But there's more. .. You're not only a Scarlet Witch but you also contain the chaos magic... a gift from a demon, a monster....

- What... What monster? - Wanda's voice shook.

- I told you sweetheart, your destiny was to destroy the world - Agatha said, and after some seconds of staring at Wanda she smirked - But I have the feeling that you already did that, am I right?

- I asked you one thing Agatha, what monster? What are you talking about? - Wanda screamed.

- I told you that you would need me Wanda, and you decided to keep me trapped in here, in this fake suburban hell...

- Agatha...

- Now you think you have a second chance with her - the woman points at you - You're just another heart to break honey... Another puppet to ease her pain...

- Stop talking Agatha, just answer me - Wanda demanded and she threw another blast of power.

Agatha closed her eyes in pain for some seconds.

- Chton - Agatha said catching her breath again - His name is Chton, the original owner of the magic of chaos... He gave you his powers when you were a baby, before he was banished from earth, as a way to keep a portion of his power on here.... The Darkhold, it was written by him too, it's a testament of all of his knowledge in the arcane arts, but surprise surprise sunshine... You read that too.

Wanda and you froze for a moment, what the hell was that woman saying?

- I thought your powers came from the mind stone - you said to Wanda

- No, the stone only awakened my abilities but they're different, they're magical... - Wanda explained without looking at you.

- Not only magical, destructive, the demon of chaos himself gave you his powers, you and the Darkhold are his connection to this world and now... you have seen all of it.

- That can't be true...

Agatha stared smirking at her.

- Believe what you want to believe honey... But the power is stronger, even stronger than you... Do you think you'll be able to hold all of it... Now she's just haunting, testing you, but sooner rather than later she will reach you, and there'll be no escape.... For the both of you - she said looking at you too now - It will consume you Wanda, until there's nothing of you left.

You stared at the woman scared.

- Y/N wait in the car... I'll go in a few minutes - Wanda told you firmly.

- But Wanda... - you tried to argue not wanting to let her alone with Agatha, but she didn't give you room for it.

- Y/N please...

You sighed and walked to the car.

- You will not save her Y/N, don't even try... - that was the last thing you heard from Agatha before stepping out of the basement.

You waited for a couple minutes before seeing Wanda get in the car. You were expecting her to be cold or distant after everything you heard but the moment you looked at her she broke into your arms crying.

- I always knew I was a monster - she said.

You shook your head denying.

- No my love, you're not monster... What she said, it can't be true...

- But what if she is? What If the power takes control over me... What if I hurt you?

Wanda was shaking from head to toe, her voice was thin in fear and her tears didn't stopped from falling down her cheeks.

- You would never, I know it.

She remained affected for the rest of the day. In the night when you two were in bed and in the safety of each other's arms you had and idea.

- What if we go to see Strange? Maybe he can tell us if that whole Chton thing is real and if there's any chance for what Agatha said to be true?

She lifted her face to meet your eyes.

- You know, Strange and I are not in the best terms... I don't think he would help...

- It's been a long time Wanda, I'll go with you and we both will talk with him - you said - He's the only one I would trust to tell us the truth, and he's a smart man, I bet he knows by now that you did the right thing at the end.

She hesitated for a moment but then just nodded her head.

- Okay, maybe he could help...

Next morning you took a flight to New York City and walked to the Sanctum Sanctorum to look for the Strange. When you made it to his place you were happy because you were right about him already forgiven Wanda about the whole Multiverse thing, but your smile slowly faded away as soon you ask him about Agatha and Chton.

- I'm sorry Y/N... - he said - That witch, she's telling the truth.

Wanda paled after hearing him.

- Wanda is now a human vessel for all the power of chaos magic, and Chton is no demon to play with, he's one of the strongest, part of the big leagues of the universe...

- But Wanda is not a demon... - you said

Strange sighed.

- I know, but the power and her one day will become one, and in that instant there will be nothing left from Wanda...

Wanda walked out of the room with some tars falling from her eyes and you followed her.

- Darling, come here please - you asked once you were on the receiving room.

She didn't say anything for a while, just stayed there, you only seeing her back.

- We'll solve this Wanda - you told her approaching slowly - We're gonna be fine...

She turned to look at you and only then you saw her big puffy green eyes because of her cry.

- We're in this together, I'm not gonna let you deal with this on your own.

You wrapped her in your arms and she let herself fall in them.

- I don't want to lose myself Y/N, i don't wanna be that monster... - she said in a whisper with shaky voice.

- You will not baby, we'll figure this out, I promise...

She shook her head denying.

- No, it's not fair for you to go through this hell with me, you don't have to burn...

- I will not let you burn - you said looking into her eyes - And don't even try to push me away darling, I'll always come back.

- But Y/N you heard them, there's no solution on this, I will leave someday and... I don't want you to pay for the mistakes I made... I want you to be happy, that's what you deserve.

You hold her hand to kiss it.

- You are my happiness, and I don't care of how much time we have left, I want to spend it with you.

She gave you a brief smile but you saw the doubt in her eyes.

- Are you sure? - she asked you - You don't have to, I understand if you want to take a step aside... You don't have to worry.

You also smiled giving her reassurance.

- I'm sure my love, I would never imagine a life without you...

She smiled and kissed you deeply, letting you know how much she loved you.

You came back with Strange to talk about Wanda's future.

- I'm not sure about how many time there's left for you, it's all so uncertain, it can be weeks, months or years even... - he said to her - But it's going to happen, that's for sure.

- And when she possesses me, when the Scarlet Witch takes control of my body and the power blinds me... - Wanda said with trembling lips - What is going to happen?

Strange looked through the window thinking how to explain everything.

- Once she has you Chton will be able to return to this world, his exile will end and maybe he will try to conquer the earth... He will take the power in you to be complete again - he turned to look at you, worried - We'll have to be prepared if he decides to attack...

You felt your stomach flinch in scare for what might happen to Wanda, you can't let something so terrible happen to her. On the other hand she was thinking on how to avoid such a horrible event to happen.

- Is there any way we can stop this from happening? - she asked.

Strange sighed.

- There's one way - he closed her eyes for a second before talking - If we destroy his connection to this world and close the gates he left open before leaving... Maybe he'll not be able to return

You frowned.

- But Wanda is the connection...

He looked at you with sorrow.

You denied with your head and stood from the chair you were sat in.

- No, no, no... Don't even think about it.

- There's no other way Y/N, Wanda destroyed the Darkhold but she read it, all Chton needs it's her...

- Well, I will not let you touch her...

- Y/N...

She interrupted you and you turned to look at her, when your gaze met you knew what she was thinking.

- No Wanda, I'll not let you do it.

- Baby - she walked to you - I'm the one who started all this mess, I'm the one who has to finish it.

- But you can't, you can't leave me...

You started to sob just at the thought of living without her by your side.

- We don't have to say goodbye now my love, let's enjoy this time we have left... But it's something I have to do.

She also started to cry and Strange left the room to let you two talk.

- It's not fair, we should be happy, live a long peaceful life and grow old together... This is not how it's supposed to be...

She cupped your face, caressing your cheek.

- I known, life isn't fair, but I'm the happiest because you are the one I get to live with for the rest of my days, and then if I get to stop this I will go peacefully... I'll finally rest.

You understood Wanda had to do it to feel inner peace, to forgive herself for all the things she did.

You stared at her with tears rolling down your cheeks and her face full of tears too; and breaking your heart in the process you just nodded, accepting your fate.

- I'll be honored to accompany you.

She kissed you like it was the last time and your heart hurt knowing there would actually be a last time for you.

When you left Strange that day to return home Wanda told you to wait in the car one more time to have a quick chat with Stephen.

- I wish I could help you more Wanda, I'm glad you found happiness - he said.

- Thank you Stephen, but I have the feeling this will not be the last time we see each other.

He sighed nodding.

- I know, as I said I don't know when it's going to happen but the moment you feel like it's becoming too much, if you feel like no having control over your body, come here, we'll help you go to Wundagore to close the gate...

She accepted and shook hands with the man.

- Yes, I will.

He gave her a brief smile.

- I hope you don't have to come in a really long time... I wish you more years of happiness with Y/N, you deserve it.

Wanda smiled and said goodbye before returning to you in the car.

- Are you ready my love? - you asked her and hold her hand.

- Yes, let's go home.

The whole way back you felt a hole on your stomach everytime you looked at Wanda. When she fell asleep on your shoulder on the flight you stared at her peaceful features and you couldn't help to cry. The reminder that someday the woman you loved would be lost in pain was killing you inside, and you felt it so unfair, Wanda came back to your life only one year ago, your time together have been so short and they were taking her away from you, again.

- You know, I can feel whenever you're sad - she murmured with her head still laid on your shoulder.

- I'm sorry, I'm just... I keep processing everything...

She sighed and lifted her gaze up to you.

- I know it's scary, and it's fair for you to feel sad or angry, I'm not asking you to stop feeling and pretend nothing is going to happen...

You stroked her cheek.

- Thanks for understand, I don't want to feel like this for the rest of our time together, but I can't help it...

- Detka it's fine.. I feel scared too, more than you can think... But I also want to live happy, like I was before coming here....

- Me too, I wish we could go back to a week before...

- Let's do something, I know we both feel horrible now but what If we let all of this Chton thing here, in America. We can be miserable all we want during this flight, but then, when we land in Italy and arrive home let's live our life like there's no tomorrow, like there's no time clocking for us... Let's leave it all in America.

You looked at her big green orbes and smiled.

- Okay, we'll leave it all in America.

And so you did, for the next months Wanda and you lived in the fairytale you always dreamed about, loving each other like never before. And although you wished from the bottom of your heart for it to stop, the Scarlet Witch kept haunting Wanda. It wasn't very often but when she did, she always left Wanda shaken and affected for the rest of the day.

Three months later you prepared a nice dinner at the backyard of your house that Wanda had turned into a beautiful garden. You put lights all around the flowers and bought a nice ring to propose to Wanda.

- I know out future is uncertain, we have no clue what it's going to happen tomorrow but I am sure of one thing, I love you Wanda Maximoff, I love you like I never knew I could love someone, you make me feel like I'm the luckiest girl on the planet, I would give you the world if you ask me to... Wanda Maximoff, would you marry me?

With tears of happiness on her face she said yes.

- Of course I will marry Y/N, i love you!

She kissed you with tender and two months later she became your wife on a special ceremony between only the two of you.

Now, after two years of full happiness and love you are laying on a sun chair at your garden with Wanda on your side, you right hand holding her left hand with the bright ring on her finger. It's been hard days for her, the encounters with the Scarlet Witch had been increasing and Wanda now see her on her reflection on windows, mirrors, water or in her dreams. You only want to help her, so giving her peaceful moments like this has become your priority.

- I really gonna miss this - she says - I love watching the sunset with you.

You turn to look at her confused.

- You don't have miss it already, I know we still have plenty of sunsets left to see - you tell her but her reaction it's not the one you expected. Instead of smile sweetly and look at you, she stays with her gaze on the sunset and instead of her smile, sadness is reflected on her eyes - Darling, is everything okay? - you ask stroking your thumb on her hand.

She takes a long breath, allowing the warm air of the afternoon fill her lungs, closing her eyes.

- This loving atmosphere we created, the home we built, it's something I never thought I would deserve - she murmurs softly.

You listen to her, not wanting to interrupt.

- After Westview, when my children disappeared I promised Vision we would say hello again, maybe in another dimension. But when I studied the multiverse and found Billy and Tommy, Vision was never there, they were my kids but he wasn't by my side. And in those universes where he was with me, we never ended up together... Like in this one - she remained silence before turning to look at your eyes - But you were there, always, sometimes as a friend, sometimes as my partner. You are the love of my life Y/N, it took me so long to realize it but I'm glad that we found each other again, you bring me love, peace and happiness; you gave me the life I always dreamed of; you are real Y/N, you loved me even before I loved myself, you held me all those nights when I cried for Pietro, you held me through my grief and grieve with me. You showed me true friendship, true love, made me feel trustworthy and special. And yet, I broke your heart so many times, I chose another person above you and even then, you only smiled and accepted without any complain. You were always what I was missing, the key to finally feel complete. I'm happy and honored to be the one you hold and the one that gets to hold you, thanks for all these years of bliss and love. I'm sorry I'll have to break your heart again by leaving, but I want you to always remember that I love you, if it were up to me I would stay with you until the end of our days, but I can't.... I'm so sorry Y/N, i have to leave you behind again...

At this point you're crying and sobing with her on your arms, what she said wasn't something you were expecting to hear. You're lost for words, so you just hug her close to you, not wanting to let her go, ever.

- I'm the lucky one here darling, I would always choose you, above anything or anyone... I never resent Vision, he made you happy and I will always be grateful with him for that, but the night you knocked at my door crying my heart skipped for seeing you again. Letting you get in my house was the best decision I've ever made, you're the love of my life too Wanda Maximoff, I love so much that sometimes it hurts.... But I know we still have more time together...

Her crying intensifies with your last words, and she hides her face in the crock of your neck.

- I don't think we have that much time darling - she whispers between sobs - These last few days I have felt her, she's stronger now, sometimes I don't even recognize myself in the mirror. I'm not even afraid of her anymore, I just stare at her for minutes, waiting for her to attack... I don't feel like myself anymore...

Your heart breaks the moment she says that, your bigger fear is finally materializing and you're not prepared for it yet.

- Strange told me to go to him the moment she takes control over my body, I don't know what she's capable of doing and don't want to put you in risk - she sighs - Maybe it's time for me to go, to close the gate...

You denied.

- No Wanda, you don't have to leave on you own, I'll go with you - you tell her - I'll never let you alone again.

- Y/N, i don't want you to go through this....

You don't let her finish.

- There's no discussion on this Wanda, tomorrow we'll go with Strange and I'll go with you, okay?.

She closes her eyes and nod, smiling briefly.

- Okay - That's all she says.

As every night you fell asleep with your wife wrapped inside your arms, expecting to travel the next day. But later that night Wanda had a nightmare.

She was in your garden, wearing the Scarlet Witch dress and the sky was red, just like when Strange looked for her help on the farm. The house and the garden was all burned out, and she was dragging your body through the ground, holding you with her hand on your neck. You were dead.

She wakes up abruptly, with sweat all over her face and her heart pounding very fast. She turns to look at you, and sees how you're sleep, running a finger over your features she knows she has to leave before something terrible happened to you.

She stands from the bed and, sobbing in silence she left the house, not without giving you a peck on the lips before and leaving a letter for you to find it later.

Next morning you wake up at 8 am, searching instinctively for your wife with your hand. But when you feel nothing by your side you open your eyes and sit on the bed confused.

- Wanda? - you ask outloud for her to hear you.

You stand from the bed and look through your window to see if she's down in the garden, but she's not there. You change your pajama and go downstairs to look for her in the kitchen, but she's no where to be seen.

You have a bad feeling growing on your chest, and after some minutes of thinking you take a sit on one of the chairs of the dinner room. Just then you notice the envelope on the table, a letter that has your name written on the front. And you understand everything, Wanda wasn't gonna return.

Immediately you take the letter with you and leave running to the airport to get to New York the soonest possible.

But Wanda had arrived to New York an hour ago, in the shadow of the night.

- It's time Stephen - she said to the man.

He stared at her and nodded.

- We have to get you ready before - he told her.

So the Sorcerer and the Witch prepared themselves to go to Wundagore.

Meanwhile you were traveling all the way to America. Having a close friendship with the wealthy widow Pepper Pots, allowed you to get there faster by flying in her private jet.

In the privacy of the airplane, you unfold the letter Wanda left for you. With shaky hands and tears already falling from your eyes you start to read it.

Y/N, my love.

I'm sorry for leaving without you, but tonight I had a nightmare about the Scarlet Witch hurting you, and I couldn't handle it anymore, I would never put you in risk and I feel like now it's the right time.

I know you wanted to go with me but I can't let you go through that pain again, but please know that I'm not doing this to hurt you, I only want to protect you.

I'm writing this to say goodbye, and thank you for everything, for giving me love and happiness; although last night I told you everything I wanted you to hear.

Darling please don't let this consume you, don't let yourself drown in pain and sadness; and as I said, I'm not asking you to not feel, just don't lose yourself in sorrow.

Live baby, don't let your life end up here, it's not the end of the line for you so please don't stop just because I'm gone, you're young and beautiful, so please enjoy life, do it for me.

And I know you my love, you probably will go to see Strange (if you're not in your way already) but please don't be mad at him, he's just helping me. I'm conscious that visiting New York will make you feel angry, so cry, scream, be sad, I can't stop you from feeling, I know I would feel my world ending if you were the one leaving, so grieve. But baby, leave it all in America, when you arrive to our home I want you to fell free, to have a happy memory of me, of us.

I love you Y/N, more than anything.

- Wanda.

You hold the letter close to your chest murmur.

- I love too Wanda.

When you land in New York you take a cab to the Sanctum Sanctorum to look for Strange. But you only find Wong in your way in, and when he looks into your eyes, the guilt on his gaze let's you know that it was too late.

- Wanda is gone - he says.

Those three words resound inside your head and you fall on your knees, crying like never before. Wanda Maximoff broke your heart for the last time.

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Wanda and Strange made it to feet of the mountain Wundagore.

- I can't go further than this, Wanda - Strange told her.

- I know, thanks Stephen, for being here.

He nodded and looked at the woman.

- I'm sorry you have to do this, it's gonna be painful, you'll feel like they're burying you alive, but it's gonna finish before you can notice. In that moment the magic of chaos will die with you.

She nodded nervous.

- Tell her how much I love her - she said and the man smiled sadly - Goodbye Stephen.

- Goodbye Wanda.

So she flied to the destroyed throne she once claimed as her own, and there she gave her body to the damned souls of the Darkhold, the only ones who could claim her. She left this world with the image of her wife never leaving her mind.

The prophecy said that the Scarlet Witch was destined to destroy the universe. But the Scarlet Witch was now also Wanda. And Wanda wouldn't. Wanda would never.

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guppygiggles · 11 months ago

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Like Real People Do, Part 7! ♡ (Casper x Avery)

☁️ Summary: Casper and Avery wake up together for the first time. It's chore day, and Casper needs to go grocery shopping. Avery tags along!

☁️ Warnings: Lee!Avery (my beloved). Avery teasing. There is quite a... descriptive kiss scene. No nudity, no NSFW like usual. Not actually a TON of tickling in this, but... let me cook, okay? 💙Some suspense at the end.

☁️ Author's Note: It took me a while to come up with how I wanted this to go, but I'm pretty happy with how it came out, and I have a ton of new ideas now. Hope you like it, and as always, your support and comments on my work are incredibly appreciated. 💙

This is a series now!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7 *you are here

Part 8

If you just got here and want to know more about my characters, you can read my comic starting right here!

I awoke to birdsong, and – as had become increasingly rare for me – a bedroom filled with light.

The humidifier, having long run out of water, rasped beside me on the nightstand. I switched it off and checked the time on my phone. Eleven-eleven a.m. Lucky.

I rolled onto my back, rubbing my eyes. It was Saturday. I was grateful to have slept so well, but Saturday was chore day, and I was starting late. I sat up, and as my vision came into focus, I noticed two tented points at the foot of my bed.

“Oh, that's right; Avery stayed over last night,” I remembered. I cringed, hoping I hadn't done anything weird in my sleep.

As I turned to look at him, my breath caught.

Avery was still asleep. He had folded the blanket – I wondered if he'd gotten too hot in the night – such that it only covered him from the waist down. His hands rested neatly on his chest, over his bunched-up tank top, which had ridden up to reveal his pale tummy. I stared in fascination as my curiosity from the previous day was satisfied; it was easier to see his “internal storm” on a larger canvas.

Sunlight filtered through the venetian blinds, painting Avery in golden stripes as I watched the clouds beneath his skin swirl and undulate. Flashes of miniature lightning streaked randomly through the misty haze. Rain, too, condensed in tiny droplets on the inside of his transparent skin, streaming down his sides like a car window in a storm. As my eyes traced along his skin, another of my curiosities was satisfied; nestled in the center of his belly was a small, spiral-shaped navel, which I noticed with amusement was the same color as his “moderately embarrassed” blush.

Despite the silent tempest raging inside him, Avery was dead to the world, his chest slowly rising and falling with his undisturbed breath.

The urge to reach out and touch his stomach – which I could only imagine was as plush and delicate as the rest of him – was, of course, completely unbearable. I turned away, feeling my blush begin to spread like wildfire. Should I cover him up? Was it right to stare, when he hadn't revealed this to me himself?

I felt the bed shift.

“Dewdrop…?” Avery's voice – normally airy and mellifluous – was even woollier than usual. He smiled sleepily as our eyes met. “How long have you been awake?”

“Not very long,” I croaked nervously. My tired voice was not as pleasant as Avery's. I grabbed my water bottle from the nightstand and sipped. “I… um. I didn't mean to look, but…” I let my eyes trail down to his tummy, suddenly tongue-tied.

Avery looked down, then snickered a little. “Oh, my belly? Sorry, I got a bit hot last night… you are a very warm sleeper,” he chirped, and then I watched his expression change as he read my face.

“Oh,” he said in a low tone, with an inflection that made my ears burn.

“Hehe… It's not a secret, you know; you can look and even touch if you want to. I know you can see lightning in there, but I promise, it's safe. You won't get shocked.”

I inched a bit closer, pressing my lips together. With barely-contained eagerness, I rested my fingertips on Avery's bare tummy. Though I couldn't hear the squall inside him, I could feel the wind, rain and low rolls of thunder against my hand. It was mesmerizing and almost hypnotic to watch – I was reminded of staring into a campfire, the flames dancing and licking the night sky.

Avery looked like he was holding his breath; I guessed that his tummy wasn't only trembling from the storm. Experimentally, I drew a wide circle with my fingertip around his bellybutton, my eyebrows raising as I glanced at him.

“Pfff, kehehehe,” Avery tittered, a pale blue tint rising in his cheeks.

“What's wrong~?” I teased.

“Aheh… th-that tickles…” He raised a hand to his face, shyly obscuring his huge grin.

So sincere as always. My heart liquefied.

“Why do you always cover your smile like that?” I asked. I knew why I did it, but Avery wasn't nearly as shy, especially not about tickling. Come to think of it, I'd noticed he covered his mouth fairly often when he laughed, even if it wasn't from being tickled. I paused, stilling my fingers so he could answer. He looked away from me uncomfortably.

“Ah, well, I… the truth is… I'm shy about my teeth,” he nearly whispered.

I was dumbfounded.

He wasn't smiling anymore, so I had to imagine Avery's delicate, round teeth. They were small and a bit crooked in the front, but grew to be relatively large toward the back. I loved them. I loved his smile. I loved his big, uncontrollable laugh. I loved him. What could he possibly be shy about?

“Dude, are you kidding me? They are so fucking cute. I get the worst butterflies from your smile, are you serious? Like, what do you even think is wrong with them? They're perfect.” My response was untempered; I was incredulous.

“Ah… it's just that, I know they don't look human… Even in my human form, I can never get the teeth right. I'm worried they unsettle you. I'm worried they look strange, and I don't even know if there's a way for me to fi—!”

My hands clasped both sides of Avery's soft head as, for the first time, I pressed my lips hard against his. Through my palms, I felt electricity flowing in wavering, erratic pulses. My eyes squeezed closed as I tamped down my screaming internal monologue, which threw up big yellow caution signs, warning me that Avery would be upset, that he wouldn't like it, that I had morning breath, that I wasn't a good kisser. All drowned in a sea of insignificance as he placed his large hands on my shoulders, pushing me backwards onto the bed so that he could kiss me – really kiss me – back.

Everything about Avery's mouth was cold, his teeth like icy glass marbles. His lips were soft as cashmere, and he tasted like clean rain. As he kissed me, his hands cradled the back of my head, fingers gently curling into my blue hair. I inhaled through my nose. The scents of wet brick, cloves and old paper assailed my senses in an intoxicating bouquet. Though he was gentle, I could sense the sheer power behind his touch; it was obvious how much the cloud-man had to suppress his strength to handle a fragile creature like me. My head spun; he was cautious, at first, then excited – his curious tongue slipped eagerly over mine, first boldly exploring, then a shy retreat, then bold again. Avery kissed like a hurricane walking on eggshells. My hands buzzed with static as they followed the curves of his head, gently stroking his face as I let him devour me to his heart's content.

After a while, he pulled back, leveling his eyes with mine. I snorted, then laughed – I couldn't help it. Avery laughed, too.

“Don't tell me that was your first kiss,” I joked.

“Was it that obvious?” He was already so flushed that it was hard to tell if he was blushing, but he looked embarrassed. I placed my hand on his cheek.

“I mean… yes, hehe. But that isn't a bad thing; it was really cute. It's fun to kiss someone who doesn't know how. I'm sorry I stole it from you, though.”

“Please, don't apologize. I can't imagine a better first experience.” My turn to blush.

“Aha, well, I… I did my best,” I accepted awkwardly.

Avery sat up, bringing me with him. My head reeled as my vision swam with stars, my body wobbling a bit.

“Oh god, I'm sorry, I forgot you can't sit up that fast. Are you okay?” He steadied me with a hand on my shoulder.

“Ah, yeah, no worries. It's already going away.” I checked the time. Twelve thirty.

“I have to go to the grocery store today. Do you want to come with me? We can probably get it done in an hour.”

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It shouldn't have made a difference, because I was the only human to have the pleasure of seeing Avery’s real form at all, but I was honored that he'd become comfortable enough to transform in front of me. Watching electricity spark and pop around Avery's head as he condensed his cloudy visage into a human one was like watching a scene from Fantasia; loud, magical, captivating. He was still pretty tall in his human form – enough to earn curious glances – but thus far, he'd never been detected as anything other than human on our outings.

“So… ever met the man himself?” Avery closed the passenger side door – so gently, I wasn't sure it was closed – but I decided to leave it.

“Ever met who?”

“Gary.”

“What? Gary who?”

“This store is called Gary's Market, isn't it? It says so on the sign.”

I tried not to laugh; I didn't want to insult Avery. Though he was academically knowledgeable about humans, the nuances of real human life often eluded him. A few giggles snuck out.

“Nah, dude. This is a local chain, but, we don't usually meet the people stores are named after. Unless it's, like… a one-man show. Like ‘Lisa's Bakery’ and Lisa is the only one who works there. You know?”

“Ahh… that makes sense. I wonder what Gary is like.”

“Honestly man, like a lot of business owners in this country, he's probably a douchebag.”

“What does d-”

“Avery, I love you, but please don't ask me what douchebag means in this busy parking lot.”

Avery tittered. “Okay, sorry.”

I grabbed one of the only two available carts. It really was busy that day.

“Shit, I forgot my list,” I cursed, biting my lip. I already disliked grocery store trips, and I was feeling especially anxious with the unexpected crowd.

I felt Avery's cool hand on my shoulder. “Hey, don't worry. I know what you normally get, I can help. Okay? And if you feel like there are too many people, we can always come back later.”

I managed a smile. “Thanks, man. Let's get this over with.”

We started looping up and down the aisles, Avery reminding me to get staples, as well as things he knew I liked: Rice, chicken, eggs, my favorite tea cookies, my favorite brand of hot sauce. Somehow, he already knew which things I was running out of, and which would last until the next trip. I was touched by his observance and consideration; I never realized he took such an interest in the mundanity of my life.

Two aisles left; frozen goods, and fruit. Mercifully, the frozen section was a wide aisle that was also pretty vacant, and I was able to relax a bit.

“How are you feeling?” Avery asked, his eyes trained on me.

“A bit better now. I'm glad we're almost done, and it seems like people are leaving.”

“Come here, I have to tell you something.”

I closed the gap between us, looking quizzically up at Avery.

“Closer,” he lilted, smirking. “It's a secret.”

I turned my ear toward Avery, and he stooped to my height. As he did, he ensnared my body in his arms, ensuring I could not escape.

His lips brushed my ear – intentionally, I was certain – with a kind of tickle that nearly made me scream as he whispered:

“When we get back, I am going to give you such a tickling, you won't even remember what it's like to be anxious.”

He let me go, and I teetered like an elephant on stilts, my blush burning from my collar to my hairline. Giggling, he braced me with a hand on my back.

“You can't just… you… that was so uncalled for, I just can't believe…” I babbled, taking a few moments to steady my gait. I was preparing to fire back, but just then, an exhausted-looking mom with a gaggle of noisy kids entered the aisle. I glared at him as he tried to hide his escalating laughter behind his hand.

“This isn't over,” I threatened quietly as we rounded the corner into the fruit aisle.

When it came to fruit, I let Avery get whatever he wanted. Since his favorites – strawberries, watermelon, and citrus – weren't in season in fall, he selected pre-cut pineapple and grapes.

Finally, we arrived at the – very long – checkout line.

“See, that wasn't so bad, was it?” Avery said.

I looked up at him, and my stomach dropped.

Around his head, the faint outline of his cloud form was starting to appear. I desperately checked my phone – less than a minute left on Avery's transformation. I looked at the grocery store line. Due to the crowd, it had taken longer to get through shopping than usual, and I'd lost track of time; we weren't going to make it.

Panic spread from my face to Avery's. For the first time, I saw his eyes flood with real fear.

“What do we do?” He whimpered uncharacteristically.

My first thought was the bathrooms, but they were all the way at the back of the store. The checkout line we were in was not close to the exit, either. I looked around frantically, before my eyes settled on a set of black double-doors labeled in bold red letters: “employees only.” It was the only refuge we might get to in time. I prayed nobody would be back there; I didn't want to think about what would happen otherwise.

I swirled the cart around, tucking it into the nearest aisle and taking us out of the line. Then I grabbed Avery's hand, power-walking toward the doors.

“I'm not going to let anything happen to you.”

I pushed the large doors open and we were out of sight.

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betterthanbatman1 · 1 year ago

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For the DC ask game!

38. Who do you think is the most overlooked or underused character?

Thank you for the ask, Quo!

Hmm the first character that comes to mind is Duke Thomas (tbh I’m starting to see more of him lately which I really like eg in the Outsiders and reoccurring/being mentioned in the batfamily based comics), but yeah I think he’s often overlooked.

I realise I’ve answered your question above already haha, however I’m just going to give you some reasons I love Duke and why we should see more of him because more people should know about him:

Firstly, his powers! His ability to manipulate light and shadows and see the past/future and other dimensions as a result, is amazing and gives opportunity to so many interesting scenarios and possibilities. He has Night vision, Super vision, x-ray vision, etc. He can manipulate light in pretty much any way possible eg creating beams &bending them, controlling the colour/brightness. He can even turn invisible which is incredible.

He’s also a genius!! I seriously don’t get why no one talks about this kid and his detective skills. “Tim discovered Batman’s identity *gasp*” …yeah he did…but he wasn’t the only one! This boy single handedly figured out Batman’s identity, Dick’s when he was Agent 37, Damian’s AND Alfred’s identity during the we are Robin movement

Ah yes, this leads to the We are Robin movement he led (a group of them at least). And let’s never forget that time he jumped out the back of a moving police car to continue going against the system and continue pursuing the we are Robin movement.

Back to his smarts-This little boy trained to out riddle the riddler. What child does that?? The kids a genius and his confidence is amazing. He’s super talented and loves quizzes and puzzles.

He found his jokerised parents by himself. (This is actually heartbreaking because his parents were good people. They were a loving family and his parents got screwed over by the fucking joker). After the police pretty much said we don’t give a fuck about finding your parents, Duke himself searched for his parents, knowing they were alive. There was a possibility that they were jokerized but that never stopped him. He literally scoured the sewers to find them, only to see them laughing hysterically and not recognizing their own son. Their little boy was nothing but an object standing in front of their laughter ridden bodies.

Okay *wipes tears* moving on: He is immortal/might be immortal! (idk for sure) but it’s so cool either way!. Although, the way dc brings back the dead, every character is immortal.

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BREAKTHCNIGHT. lyrics from f&tm's howl.

penned by kelly. 40+. she/her. eastern timezone. 20+ years of experience ( since 1997 ). 10+ of those on tumblr ( since 2012 ).

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SIDEBLOG. pctrician ( elijah miikaelson ).

RULES. honestly, don't be a dick. common etiquette. anons are off. chemistry is key.

WORK SCHEDULE. sundays [ 2:00 pm through 7:00 pm ], mondays and tuesdays [ 8:30 am through 3:30 pm ] wednesdays and thursdays [ 8:30 am through 3:00 pm ].*

*AS OF 01/19/25 THROUGH 05/12/25. DROPPING TO LOW ACTIVITY DUE TO WORK. may date is approximate.

PROMPTS. PROMO.

muse list is under the read more.

IMPORTANT CONNOTATION. there are characters here that are either smuse list is under the read more.ired by a canon, or are the offspring of canons, if you happen to play one (or both), i will not now, nor will i ever assume you'll accept them.

UNLESS OTHERWISE SPECIFIED. PLEASE ASSUME SOME LEVEL OF CANON DIVERGENCE. only face changes are listed otherwise they're the same as usual.

*CANONS.

9-1-1 + 9-1-1: LONE STAR.

CARLOS REYES.

EVAN BUCKLEY.

ARKHAM GAMES.

TALIA AL GHUL.

ARROWVERSE.

RAYMOND PALMER. the atom.

DESCENDANTS.

GILBERT LEGUME. son of gaston.

RED. daughter of the queen of hearts.

UMA. daughter of calypso.

DETECTIVE COMICS.

CASSANDRA SANDSMARK. wonder girl ii. sydney sweeney.

JOHN CONSTANTINE. keanu reeves.

KON-EL. conner kent. superboy. joshua orpin.

KORIAND'R. kory anders. starfire.

LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR. david gandy.

GREEK MYTHOLOGY.

ARES. god of war and courage. arjun gupta.

PASIPHAË. queen of crete; mother of the minotaur.

PERSEPHONE. queen of the underworld; accompanied by cerberus. sophie turner.

MARVEL COMICS.

CLINT BARTON. hawkeye. stephen amell.

STEVEN ROGERS. captain america. william levy.

POWERPUFF GIRLS.

BUBBLES UTONIUM. kiernan shipka.

BUTCH. froy gutierrez.

ROMAN MYTHOLOGY.

VENUS. goddess of love, beauty, fertility, victory, and desire.

SMALLVILLE.

CLARK KENT. superman.

LOIS LANE. bryce dallas howard.

SUPERNATURAL.

SAMANTHA 'SAMMI' WINCHESTER. rule!63 sam winchester. phoebe tonkin. no demon blood. still has telekinesis and visions.

TEEN WOLF.

CLAUDIA STILINSKI. holly marie combs.

HEATHER. britt robertson.

SCOTT MCCALL. bitten by derek; not peter.

THE ORIGINALS.

DAVINA CLAIRE.

GIA.

HENRIK MIKAELSON. nicholas galitzine.

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES.

BONNIE BENNETT. arsema thomas.

TATIA PETROVA. poppy drayton.

*ORIGINALS.

ACANTHA WAYNE. summer bishil.

summary: daughter of batman and wonder woman. early 20s. demi-amazon. trained by her mother. has her mother's looks but is definitely taking on her father's mannerisms. sexy but deadly. bisexual.

ALAYNA ROSTAGNO. lindsey morgan.

summary: human. hunter. mid 30s. she's quite combative, prefers using her hands though she's got quite the arsenal tucked away. fiery, assertive, passionate. you don't want to get on her bad side. pansexual.

ALFONS TRUMBAUER. lee pace.

summary: human. head librarian ( generally at the main branch or college ). mid 40s. a little too much of a workaholic. typically more actions than words. though a very soft toned man. almost legally blind without his glasses. bisexual.

BAZYLI 'BAZ' JACENTY STILINSKI. dylan o'brien ( as dave hodgman ).

summary: human. blind stilinski twin. younger by 10 minutes. quiet, sometimes withdrawn. likes to be as independent as possible. consistently believes he's the burden because of his blindness. turning him will not relieve this. pansexual.

BENTE LANGENBERG. luca hollestelle.

summary: witch. has power over fire, darkness, and night; practices dark magic. late 20s. apothecary. her powers are inherent of her lineage, which can be traced back to the 1600s. determined and hardworking, she embraces her powers and her bloodline, regardless of how others might perceive her. pansexual.

CHARLEIGH ROWE. jamie clayton.

summary: transgender. psychometric. human. book store owner. late 40s. doesn't touch without asking and generally wears gloves unless told otherwise. there could be some instances where she'll wear them regardless. quiet, reserved. though not detached. pansexual.

DELPHINE MESERVE. shay mitchell.

summary: werewolf. beta. bitten ( c. 2007 ). late 30s. she was left to die, abandoned. derek hale ( byeolyeou ) turned her to save her life . eventually, she joined issac lahey's ( /modernid1ots ) pack as one of his betas. typically a bit of a brat, though not always. bisexual.

DIONISIA ALTAMURA. amanda rose saccomanno.

summary: human. private security for giovanna crescenti ( since 2019 ). mid 30s. former bouncer and professional bodybuilder. still prefers to leave using her hands as a last resort. logically minded, sensual and hardworking. pansexual.

FINN WHELAN. myles clohessy.

summary: human. firefighter. early 30s. originally from new york ( same former station as tk and owen ). caring, resilient and a little too much putting others before himself. just got out of an eight year partnership, still rather broken from it. has a chocolate lab he rescued, named hazelnut. homosexual.

GABRIEL KINGSTON. regé-jean page.

summary: warlock. born in the 1840s, looks to be in his mid 30s. fluent in both french and italian. very much the lover more than the fighter type. a gentleman through and through. he is a lover of arts, particularly paintings and sculpture. bisexual.

GIOVANNA CRESCENTI. emilia clarke.

summary: human. heiress. daughter of the head of the crescenti crime family. late 30s. stands to inherit billions when her father passes. lives her life independently of her father, logical and unafraid, smooth and sensual. she will make you regret disrespecting her. homosexual.

JEBEDIAH CAMPBELL. henry cavill.

summary: born in 1948. mary winchester's older brother ( six years older ). uncle to dean and sam. demon hunter. nomad, almost reclusive. lives in the cheyenne mountains. definitely a gruff type, shoot first and ask questions later. heterosexual.

JINAN. zeeko zaki.

summary: dragon. immortal. 1200+. looks to be in his mid 30s. he has lived as a dragon for 1000 years, preferring to be in his human form. he has a pair of large unmistakable horns in his humanoid form, along with pointed elf-like ears. they'll be cloaked if he senses panic. arrogant, though not quite cocky. he's very much actions speak louder than words type. bisexual.

KELLY SAVARESE. floriana lima.

summary: alpha werewolf. hunter. big sister ( italianexotiicbeauty ). packless. early 40s, but can be traced back farther ( some records indicate to the 1900s ). prefers not to instigate, would rather be civil. however, she will fight as a last resort. protective and nurturing. pansexual.

MALAKAI AGPAOA. joshua samuel fatu.

summary: human. ( koa ) warrior. early 40s. well built and muscular, he takes his duties pretty seriously. however, he does have a caring side to him. though it's rarely cracking through the surface. he will always fulfill his obligations. bisexual.

MINA LEE. chloe bennet.

summary: human. slayer. early 30s. she's been active for about ten years, having died twice already. she's sassy and isn't afraid of anything. she's got a bit of a soft spot for vampires, but crossing her isn't wise. she'll easily wipe the floor with you. bisexual.

SAJA CHON. ko woo-rim.

summary: vampire. 380. turned in 1644, looks late 20s. sired yuri lim. quiet and polite, he prefers to feed monthly rather than daily. he will break necks and defend his fledgling if necessary. his temperament is quick if you disrespect her. pansexual.

SILAS WILD. bill kaulitz.

summary: immortal. 230+. looks mid 30s. illustrator and classical painter. he's learned to accept being alone most of his lives. a calm and talented artist, he enjoys each day at a time. he doesn't like to be rushed. he is very open minded and understanding. homosexual.

THADDEUS NORWOOD. timothy olyphant.

summary: human. skip tracer. late 50s. incredibly hardworking and likes the job a bit too much. partners quite often with zdeslav ( kurjaks ). enjoys the thrill of the hunt and isn't above getting down and dirty for the sake of finding others. bisexual.

WILLA HARVELLE. dominique provost-chalkley.

summary: daughter of jo harvelle and dean winchester. demon hunter. named for her maternal grandfather. on the road, out there to have fun. one day at a time. very much the love them and leave them type. rebellious to the core. mid 20s. homosexual.

YASUHO OTANI. haruna kojima.

summary: human. geisha ( meiji era ). late 30s. talented with a shamisen. she is the daughter of a powerful lord. graceful, polite. she offers genuine companionship and a listening ear. she also has a modern era. bisexual.

YURI LIM. roseanne park.

summary: vampire. 351. turned in 1673, looks late 20s. sired by saja chon. very much reckless, prefers to chase danger wherever it can be found. respects her sire to a point, but doesn't always play by the rules. she's not afraid to show her claws or fangs. pansexual.

ZHEN LIU. xiao dejun.

summary: demon. 1400+. looks mid 20s. summoned to earth by ritual to destroy the tang empire ( specifically during the reign of wu zetian ). this didn't come to pass due to unforseen circumstances and he has been wandering the world since. boiling with the itch ever since. pansexual.

ZOYA BACHVAROVA. nina dobrev ( as katherine pierce ).

summary: human. russian intelligence officer; based off of red sparrow. mid 30s. daughter of a bratva boss, former spy. charming and cunning, she doesn't trust easily. she prefers to work alone, as she's lost two previous partners. she will execute her revenge flawlessly. pansexual.

#*pinned.#*updated: 02/01/25.

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wukongs-wife · 2 years ago

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Keep in mind!:

I will be making it a comic as well, but! Here is what I made at 2am, when I was supposed to be in bed, you know, that idea that's worth messing up your sleep schedule for lol!

Also, also!! I am an artist, not a writer, so grammar, punctuation all that neat stuff, will not be great! This was supposed to be just notes for a comic idea, at 2am, but, yeah, it turned into a oneshot kind of story....

Enjoy!!

A loud crying noise bellows across the island of fruit and flowers, the sun about set.

Hearing this, Rose makes her way to find the sound. As she get closer, and closer, what she is hearing, she noticed, that it was the sound of a baby!

Finally reaching her destination, she slows her walking, making sure no one else was there. Seeing the child laying on the ground, no blanket or clothing on or around the child.

She picks the baby up and says "Shh, there, there, you're safe now." Rose then rises her head up, looking around, seeing if there are any traces of, well, any one!

Wind blowing through her hair, not seeing or sensing a soul in sight, she looks back down at the child in her arm's "What are we gonna do with you little one?..." She asked, in the softest voice she has.

Few hours later, early night.

Wukong finally comes back home, flying on his cloud, landing on the front step of his door, he heard some strange noises.

Opening the door slowly, he saw, Rose sitting there, her back towards him. He approaches, trying to look over her shoulder.

"I see you made it back safely." Said Rose.

Wukong jumped a bit, thinking he was being quite. "Well, uh yeah, sorry I was late, the guys and i-..." he heard baby noises.

He makes his way around, going in front of Rose. "A BABY!?"

"Shhh!" Rose said, putting a finger on her lips. "I just got him to sleep."

Wukong places his hands over his mouth. He looks at the baby in Rose's arms, his hands sliding off his face.

He walks over, and sits beside Rose. "So... is he, mine?..." he asked nervously

Rose giggles, then says "One day, but, no... this child is not even ours, I found him next to the stone that birthed you."

Wukongs face then looked serious, he moved in front of Rose. "May I see him for a minute?"

Rose nods her head, giving the baby to him. "But be careful, please." She asked of him.

Holding the childin his arms "Let's take a look at ya then, kid" Touching his forehead to the baby's, he saw a vision, on how this child came to be.

He opens his eyes, looking caringly at the baby.

"What did you see?" Rose asked.

"This child has no birth parents..."

Rose looks at him, with a bit of confusion.

"He was born the same way I was, but... well, look at him, he looks human, but he's a part of me, literally."

Shock was on her face "W-what??..."

"It's complicated, just know he is a part of me."

"Well... should we keep him?" Rose asked.

Wukong said, in a sigh "No." Looking at Rose "I've already have plans for this little one."

Rose's face turned, that into a sad expression.

Wukong scoots towards her a few inches, places a hand on her cheek, kissing her forehead, then place in his forehead on hers, closing his eyes "I know how much you want to be this child's mother, Rose." he said softly, pulling his head away from hers, hand still on cheek "But this child, has to live among humans." He wips a tear from her cheek.

Moving his hand from her face. "I want to give him something I wanted, he's a part of me that is human."

He looks back as the child in his arm's, then running a finger down his cheek.

"You'll live with them, where you'll grow up.

Where you'll be loved and know what it's like to be human."

He smiles.

"You'll connect with humanity, an ability, I have never mastered."

#monkie kid #sun wukong #monkie kid oc #monkie kid sun wukong #self insert #monkie kid insert #self ship #monkie kid mk #monkie kid fanfiction #my art #??

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ampersandnotdash · 2 years ago

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leave the light on

Spoilers for s1e5

cw: child death

You never liked the dark.

No matter how old you got and no matter how much you learned about day and night, the dark would always creep up on you like an oil slick and paint everything black. The dark took away your sight when you needed it the most to speak to your brother when you were scared.

And you were always scared lately.

You don’t know why they were after your brother, but you do know that you can’t be seen in the city any longer the way you once were. If you are, you could lead them to him and you would be left alone.

So you stay in the dark and hope that daybreak will come soon.

---

Your brother can’t draw. His people are stick figures and their faces always turn out funny. You guess that’s why he asked you to make the room look better with your art. You smile when he hands you the gallon sized bag of crayons that he’s collected for you over the last few months. You know that he doesn’t have much room in his pack for things now that you’re on the move, but he was still able to find a place in it for you.

As you decorate the room’s brick walls with superheroes, he gathers carboard scraps for you to use as a canvas. When you’re done with each piece, he slots them against the window to hide you both from the light until you’re settled in the dark once again.

Super Sam isn’t afraid of the dark. He can fly and save the day with his super strength and speed and his brother, Super Henry, at his side. There’s no stopping them when the sky lights up SH! against the inky black as their signal to help the others in the city.

With your brother, you feel like you can do just about anything.

---

He asks you to sink into the dark when you tell him you’re hungry. Close your eyes. Not too tight. You don’t have the chance to wonder what he means before you feel something thick and cold swipe across your skin. He’s gentle with the motion, hand fluid like his signs, as he presses the stuff around your eyes and over the bridge of your nose. It doesn’t take more than a minute before he’s done and by now you’ve forgotten about the last of the food that’s sitting on the floor.

You open your eyes to the light and see your reflection along the flat of your brother’s knife and see your new mask painted orange across your eyes.

You’re Super Sam now. Nothing can stop you and you won’t be afraid anymore.

---

She seems invincible.

She’s older than you, but she likes Savage Starlight and she speaks slowly enough for you to read her lips when she talks to you. You lend her your writing tablet so she can write to you when her words are too much for her and you teach her signs.

Endure. Survive.

Now that you have a friend, it feels safer in the dark.

---

Your leg hurts.

You feel the paint around your eyes flake off.

Your vision begins to shadow around the edges like the tunnels you left behind and you start to feel the fear sink into your bones.

---

Her blood is sticky against your leg and she tries to be soothing in her touch. You think about the mask your brother painted on your face in the hours before you met her. His hand was steady and calming; hers is shaky against the bite mark and you can tell she’s finally scared.

You remember what she said she was afraid of – that she’ll end up alone – and you ask her to stay awake with you. Maybe the two of you can be brave for each other and you’ll make it through this dark night without turning into a monster.

She promises to leave the light on for you and together you turn the pages of the comic.

Endure and survive.

Your leg itches and your foot begins to feel numb.

---

She falls asleep.

The light must also be off because you can’t see anything but the red shape of her in the darkness.

You move to the edge of the bed and face the window. You remember seeing stars in the sky on your way to the motel, but you can’t see them any longer. All you can see are bloody pinpricks above the vacancy sign and you wonder where all the light had gone.

The itchiness in your leg is gone, replaced by tingling running from your knee to your chest. Your heart races and you can feel others around you. You pull up your shirt and run your fingers along the infection spreading like branches across your stomach.

Her blood isn’t medicine like she said it was.

You reach up to your face and pick at the paint around your eyes. Super Sam wouldn’t have gotten bit. Super Sam wouldn’t turn into a monster.

But you – you’re just Sam. Sam, who’s afraid of the dark; Sam, who loves to read comics and color; Sam, who looks up to the brother that saved him; Sam, who found a friend at the end of the world.

Your breath hitches in your lungs as you hold back your tears and you tell yourself you’re Sam until you can no longer remember your name.

---

A breeze spills through the window come morning and dances across the form sitting on the bed. Footsteps from behind are felt but not heard. It isn’t until a hand is placed on a shoulder that a scream is let loose.

Bodies crash through a door and in an instant, others are felt through the darkness, outlined in crimson, keeping their distance but trying to get as close as possible as the scrabbling on the floor continues.

A weight hangs in the air. Hours (minutes, seconds) pass. Someone moves.

And there, a flash of light, so bright it looks like the sun. It wasn’t dark anymore.

Pain blooms behind your eyes and you’re Sam again.

#i really needed to process this character death like no other #after the episode was over i had to hug my kid #this poor child

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tragedy-of-commons · 22 days ago

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The Akademiya library is quiet at night. It’s never empty, certainly not at a time when exams are creeping closer, but those who do reside within aren’t the type for idle chit-chat. When the stars hang high in the sky, and moonlight spills through the arched windows, the only students left are either cramming for a test the next day, squeezing in some last-minute studying, or trying to work on a research project.

Kaveh is the exception to this rule, surprisingly enough. Not always, he still has his fair share of projects to work on, but often enough to be considered the odd one out among his stressed out peers. His usual table—the one at the back, half-hidden in a corner of bookshelves—is one of the few that aren’t stained with scholarly tears. Often, there is the quiet sound of laughter or light-hearted chatter, juxtaposing the soft groans and sniffles from the other inhabitants.

The source of this anomaly can be traced back to one factor: you.

“A-And!” You press your hands to your mouth to muffle the giggles spilling out, trying and failing to stop the sound from echoing. “Then she said–”

“Shh…” Kaveh hushes, covering his own smile. “It’s still a library.”

“Sorry. Anyway, she said–” You clear your throat quietly, mimicking the high-pitched voice of your classmate. “‘I actually know the Scribe, so we’ll see what he’ll have to say about that.’ And I just stared at her, because no way is she threatening me with telling Alhaitham. Alhaitham.”

“He wouldn’t care. I can guarantee he can’t stand her either.” Kaveh laughs a little too loud, earning him a glare from the Rtawahist student sitting by one of the windows. “He was complaining about her last night. Apparently she keeps trying to suck up to him, so he’ll put in a good word for her with the Haravatat higher-ups. I don’t think she’s figured out he’s been avoiding her, yet.”

You snicker, picturing the Scribe himself hiding behind corners trying to avoid the pesky scholar. It was a comical sight—although, not an impossible one, knowing Alhaitham. Kaveh leans back in his chair and sighs, shaking his head slightly. “Honestly, some people…”

Your late-night gossip sessions were a rather new addition to your schedule, but a welcomed one. There was something about the library at night, with its comfortable chairs and smell of books, that just made it the perfect place to kick back your feet and unwind after a long day.

Kaveh, when he wasn’t in the tavern or home, could often be found within the shelves, poring over various architecture books for his latest job. And with how easily distracted he was when it came to his friends, it was easy to turn his after-hours work into spontaneous hang-outs.

“So, tell me about what you’ve been up to,” You say, once you’ve both settled down. “You got that new commission, right?”

“Oh, do not get me started—” Kaveh hisses, slamming his fist down on the table. He began to rant about his latest client, who refused to compromise on any of his suggested designs, even as he explained why their ‘vision’ was doomed to fail.

As he talked, you sat back and listened, humming and nodding at the right times. Your friendship was built on nights like these, quiet moments shared with each other, just relaxing in each other’s presence. No matter how much time passed between each meeting, you could just pick up right where you left off without any awkwardness attached.

Perhaps that was what made you gravitate towards each other, even after studying in different Darshans. There was no one else who would be willing to sit and talk for as long as you two did, hidden away in a corner of the library few students ventured. And as simple as it might be, sometimes that was all you needed: a voice to tell a story, and an ear to listen.

“And just when I offered him a solution—a perfect solution!” Kaveh complains, his voice getting louder. “He tells me—”

“Ahem.”

You looked up to see the Akademiya’s librarian glaring down at the two of you, her arms folded across her chest. You looked at each other, then back at her, smiling sheepishly. Perhaps you did get slightly carried away... again.

“Sorry!”

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first of all, thank you so much 😞💗 it's extremely thoughtful (and a little puzzling) for you to drop such an amazing piece of writing in my inbox!!! i actually did a few laps around my house when i first saw it and had to calm down before i could read it fully.

I'M SOOO in love with the "everything is funnier at night so it's hard to hold in laugher" vibe and kaveh arharhahrharARGHH got me kicking my feet. delicious. amazing. gorjus. HELPMNE thank you you reiterating that alhaitham would not gaf. more of that in his characterization plz

reader and him are such good friends.... god. THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH THIS IS LIKE ONE OF THE NICEST THINGS ANYONE'S EVER DONE FOR ME!!!

now. i have no clue who you are... yet... the existence of your blog intrigues me - even if it's just for archival purposes. crow/rainswept and i lost our MINDSSSSS!! anyway, if you plan on writing for 41+ people (holy shit), i hope you take care of yourself 💞 that's no easy task! i wonder if one day you'll pull back the curtain like a bond villain and the hvnters will be your audience.

ok enough speculating

THANK YOU FOR THE LOVELY GIFT I CANNOT STRESS THAT ENOUGH!!!! i will treasure it dearly forever.

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skylarmoon71 · 7 months ago

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Lance Sweets (Bones) - Crossover AU - Chapter 20

Despite some ugly truths that were discovered, you’re fortunate.

Both for Sweets’s support and the opportunity to meet Clark. Seated in your office, you’re reading a postcard from Clark and Lois to Sweets. It sounds like Lois was the one who got to write this one.

Hurry up and come back! Clark misses having a little sister. Yesterday he bought two of my favorite sweaters. I don’t think he realized until he got home. He’s so cute when he pouts. We miss you.

Love,

Lois and Clark.

You turn the card over and there’s a picture of both of them. Lois is smiling and Clark looks a bit stoic. You know she probably convinced him to take the picture. You hand the card to Sweets and he laughs as he takes another bite of his lunch.

“Hah, look at his face, he looks miserable.”

He continues to laugh and you smile at how happy Sweets always seems once he knows you’re okay. There’s a lot that life is going to continue to dish at you, but it feels much easier with a friend who knows your biggest secret and still decided to stick around. Your first meeting with Sweets may not have been the happiest, but you don’t feel anything but grateful. He’s done so much for you. More than you can ever repay.

“So Lois told me last time that apparently you and Clark have x-ray vision. That’s amazing. I swear you were born with the coolest powers. You’re like a comic book character. I guess that makes me the sidekick. I should probably think of a name.”

He’s distracted now and you giggle. He’s so silly for someone so wise.

Now that it’s just the two of you, you can’t help but share what you learned from Clark. Clearing your throat, you try not to look directly at him.

“I learned that most of my abilities seem to be triggered by you.”

You fidget. Sweets looks a bit invested now.

“Wait what? Are you serious? I don’t like the sound of that.”

He’s a bit worried, and you blush, shaking your head.

“It’s not a bad thing.” You explain.

“It sounds bad.”

“A lot of my abilities are brought on by chemical reactions. Hormonal.”

He still looks a bit lost, but when he puts it together he looks at you.

“My strength and hearing were instinctive. When I was in danger my body reacted to protect me but the other two they..they were because of my reactions to you.” The confession is obviously not what he expects. There’s a look of disbelief in his eyes.

“Do you..understand?”

You hope he does, because you aren’t sure you can find it in yourself to be anymore clear. He nods.

“I think I’m beginning to.”

You look so bashful, and he can’t imagine an expression more beautiful.

“I just thought I should be honest.”

You look away and he smiles.

“I appreciate the honesty.”

If it’s one thing he loves, it’s your cute reactions.

For the rest of your lunch, you both share smiles in between conversations. Nothing solid has been said, but you know that when the moment presents itself, you both will find the right words. Sweets returns to his own office with the biggest smile. You continue your work.

By the time you’re ready to head home, the lab is almost empty.

You just barely see a light on in Brennan’s office. It’s not unusual for her to be there late. You intend to go and bid her a good night before you leave. As you get closer you’re a bit confused. Both Brennan and Booth are at the table, but they are asleep. You raise a brow and step inside. You’re startled when you see that Angela, Hodgins, Camille and Sweets are unconscious on the floor. There’s a box of pizza at the center of the table.

Your instinct is to search for the danger, but your knees buckle when you feel that sense of weakness that is always accompanied by a particular rock.

You spin around and the sight of the man who’s supposed to be in a federal prison terrifies you.

“Hey sweetheart.”

The blade in his hand is glowing green and you gasp when he shoves it into your stomach. Your eyes widen and he withdraws it with a grin. The sight of your blood brings panic.

“I learned from my mistakes. Have a good nap, you’ll need your strength.”

You don’t get a word in, because he punches you right in the jaw and your body drops to the floor.

Unconscious.

#lance sweets #bones 2005 #trust #care #sweetsxreader #kryptonian #clark kent #secrets #love #feelings #powers

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rielzero · 1 year ago

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From Script to Comic Page

I thought it would be fun to show how my process tends to go, in some minor detail. (this is not a tutorial)

This is page nr 7 (page 5 if you do not count the cover and warning page) of Night one: Sleep? What even is sleep?

This is an excerpt from the script, when I am making thumbnails and eventually working on what dialogue comes on the page, I tend to change it. The script is never the final result, sometimes all the things inside the script won't fit on the page, the dialogue is too long.. Or it just isn't vibing well enough, so It ends up different on the page.

The ''not a chef'' line ends up on the page before it, so the dialogue got adjusted for this to an inner monologue, to increase Locke's sense of denial. Gale is aloof, lost in thought.. Processing the day while Locke can't make up his mind about the vision of death.

After the thumbnail phase is done, I do page layouts, which requires me to go into the game and take screenshots inspired by the thumbnail's angles. Since a 3D environment works different, the thumbnails don't always reflect the end result.

I don't enjoy drawing backgrounds, so using ingame screenshots is my way of cutting corners. I have very limited energy to work with, so investing it in learning a new skill would just take the fun out of it for me. Needless to say, it might make the environment feel ''off'' for the average person or skilled artists who are much more perfectionistic than me. I don't add shadows beneath characters or extra rendering detail for this work.

3D posing can be time consuming the more I have to adjust poses. If something very dynamic is happening (physical interaction, or combat scenes) it can become very time consuming. Easy poses take about 20 minutes or more to set up, while a large render can take 1 hour or much more if I'm nitpicking on tiny details or angles. If characters are close to each other I am not posing them separately. Gale's model and Locke's model are posed on different 3D layers here.

I go directly to lineart from here, (sometimes I sketch first, but not for comic pages.) Color coding my layers, bg layers and 3d layers are in folders. I'm using color layer mode(blue), multiply and lowered layer opacity to make it easier to work.

Now it'll be easier to draw on with black, mapping pen on 5.0

(this canvas size would be 4093 x 5787 px 350 dpi.)

And from there after all the linework is done, comes flatting- eventually I merge all flat layers.

I have a specific fill color for this comic's setting since I'm trying to simulate this ''its getting late'' vibe- therefore multiply on the flatcolors.. It will make it look like it's darker, then there's this gradient filter on the top that's on overlay mode, so that the backgrounds and everything blends better as well.

So, afterwards the final touches for the comic include.. Adding light effect (reflective feel from the fire) gives characters a lil sense of depth, gives the page more of a vibe. Highlights- (motions and lil lights in the eyes) Lastly I put all the character layers in a folder, copy the folder, merge the copy folder- turn the copy folder in a gaussian blur layer and lower its opacity.

It makes it feel glossy! I like it. Real camping out with the dudes vibes.

Full work will be up on @ohnoestherestadpoles by the time this post comes out.

#wip #behind the scenes #comic work #comic wip #oh noes there's tadpoles #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #gale #tav #comics #fan comic #work in progress #friendly reminder i make art for fun and am a disabled person not a fulltime career artist #queue #queued post

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Marvel Weekly #1

Hello peeps, this is SLJuke here with the first edition of MARVEL WEEKLY. This will be coming to you every week and sometimes there might be delays but this will always happen and if any “BREAKING NEWS” happens, y’all will be hearing it that day so it depends so there might be only 1 thing per week or there might be 5 or more. Also THERE MIGHT BE SPOILER WARNINGS SO TURN AWAY IF YOU DON’T WANT TO SEE THEM. Anyways let’s start the news! Just last night, Kang actor Johnathan Majors got arrested and is charged with strangulation, assault, and harassment. If he did do that, then Marvel Studios is going to have to delay a bunch of projects and push projects forward and have to rewrite stories so they can find themselves a new actor to play Kang The Conqueror, let’s hope that he didn’t because he was one of the only good things about Ant-Man and The Wasp Quantamania (my opinion). On other news an insider named KC Walsh said that Secret Invasion which was supposed to come out in February and then got pushed back to May is getting pushed back to June and won’t move anymore. Samuel L. Jackson got spotted in a Scottish Town called Livingston filming a ‘Top-Secret’ Project and it’s rumored to be either the Marvels, which is coming out in November or Secret Invasion, my take is it's Secret Invasion. This next report comes from the Cosmic Circus and they’ve learned from their sources that Secret Invasion gives of spy thriller vibes that are reminiscent of Captain America The Winter Soldier and that there is a portion of the show that is appearing to take place in Russia at an abandoned power plant that is potentially Chernobyl but it isn’t confirmed whether or not Marvel Studios will tell us whether it is or not but it is confirmed that it is a hideout for Rebel Skrulls and that they’re using the underground levels of the plant to build a device that is shown in the D23 trailer and the theory for the device is to make Super Skrulls(I’m paraphrasing some of this stuff so go along with it lol). Ultron is supposed to return in Armor Wars and be played by James Spader again. Rumors say that Marvel may be turning to their old ways with darker tones in Captain America: New World Order and Thunderbolts. The tone for Daredevil Born Again is heard to go darker than what is shown in the MCU. Insider MyTimeToShineHello has been talking about multiple TV-MA and Rated R MCU projects. The scooper named thevscooper showed us some upcoming suits for Daredevil Born Again and the first one is an upgraded version of the Netflix one, the second one is a fully red one, and the last but not least one is a fully dark one and the DD Logo that Daredevil has in the comics might appear in some of the suits. In the last megadump of information from The Marvel Studios Spoilers Subreddit before it got taken down with a ton of leaks with Secret Wars getting split into two parts, Phase 7 is a phase that takes place in Battleworld, a Wakanda Series done in animation, a Mephisto Halloween Special Presentation shooting alongside Agatha Coven of Chaos, The Sentry who’s supposedly the main villain of Thunderbolts is getting a Special Presentation shooting alongside Thunderbolts and take the first two with a grain of salt but the rest have been corroborated by sources that have been very reliable and some I’ve already talked about. The other projects that were there are More I Am Groot Shorts in 2024, Man-Thing Halloween Special 2024, Silver Surfer Holiday Special 2024, Vision Quest Tv Show 2025, Young Avengers, Midnight Angels TV Series, Ghost Rider Halloween Special 2025, Nova Holiday Special 2025, Spider-Man 4 (Tom Holland’s version of the webslinger), Strange Academy TV Series Late 2025/Early 2026, Doctor Strange 3 2026, Ms. Marvel Season 2 2026(This show was amazing and I would wonder what would be in Season 2), Moon Knight Season 2 2026(I loved this show and I really hope we get this), Midnight Suns 2026, She-Hulk Season 2 2026 (I hope this is not a thing and if it is I will scream), Untitled Halloween Special (Don’t know what it is), World War Hulk 2026 (What we’ve been waiting for, bezerker Hulk to be back), Untitled Holiday Special 2026 (Don’t know what this is either), What If…? Season 3 2027(Idk if this would happen but there’s so many stories, maybe we might get an episode where it’s what if the MCU was comic accurate and didn’t underpower or overpower people), Eternals 2(Same thing as She-Hulk Season 2), Illuminati Show 2027, and finally 2nd part of Avengers Secret Wars (If it’s a thing, I think this would probably be bigger than Avatar and if not true, Avengers Secret Wars will still be bigger than Avatar). There was a few projects that got trademarks like Captain America Red, White, and Black, Celestials: End of Time, Nomad, The Black Knight: Origins, and Avengers Eternity Wars. These projects that got trademarked were also in the leaks for the trademarks for The Multiverse Saga, The Eternity Saga, The Timeless Saga, Avengers: The Kang Dynasty, Avengers: Secret Wars, Thunderbolts, and Captain America New World Order. Midnight Sons was trademarked on there and this stuff is amazing to hear with all of these projects. I’m sorry if this is so long lol but I want to tell you one more thing, it’s called the Geekly Weekly, it’s another thing like this that I’m going to start the week after Christmas because that is the week after Aquaman 2 comes out but that weekly will be just like this but it will be movies, tv shows, games, etc. with DC, Star Wars, TMNT, Power Rangers, etc. Please dm me if you have anything that you want me to talk about but if you don’t thank you for reading this long thing which will take a while, I’m SLJuke and this is Marvel Weekly, Love y’all,

Sources: Den of Nerds, MyTimeToShineHello, thevscooper, and Cosmic Circus.

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honeybeefae · 2 years ago

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Size Matters (Cassian x Reader)

KINKTOBER DAY TWO: SIZE DIFFERENCE

Summary// He had been watching you ever since you first were introduced, taking note of just how tiny you were compared to him. It drove him wild some nights imagining how much you could take and how you would look. Lucky for him, you were thinking the very same thing and after one too many drinks at Rita’s you both find out just how right the other was.

(I’ve never written for Cassian before and honestly…I’m in love?? He’s so goofy yet extremely smart (and arrogant) and I just KNOW he would be hella good in bed. I hope I do him justice, let me know if you guys like him/the story!)

WARNINGS: 18+, smut, size kink, belly bulge, drinking, you are both drunk but it is 100% consensual, dirty talk, ass smacking, size queen reader, please prep before you have sex lol, possessiveness, overstimulation, slight breeding kink??

Cassian had taken notice of the distinct differences in your sizes from the moment you met. You were an apprentice healer, working in your parent’s shop when he and Mor had stopped by for something that he had forgotten the second your eyes connected.

You had given the two of them a bright smile, walking out from behind the counter to ask if there was anything you could help them with. Mor handed you a list and had numerous questions and while you were answering them, your eyes kept drifting off to the side to take him in.

His chest was the only thing you could see at eye level, having to tilt your head back quite a ways to meet his eyes. Your heart quickened every time he got beside you, still not having said anything directly to you yet, from just how domineering his height and build were.

After you had checked them out, Cassian offered his hand and smiled, not missing how his own hand completely covered your own. From then on he was more than happy to run errands to your shop, talking to you more and more to try and find out more about you.

Eventually you grew close and the friendly talks and outings turned more…flirtatious. It almost felt like there was some string between the two of you and with every interaction it was pulling you closer and closer. He introduced you to his friends and brothers, satisfied in the way you clung to him as if he would protect you from the world, which he would without hesitation.

However, your relationship never got past the longing glances and passing touches. That is, until tonight.

You had lost count of how many drinks you had slammed back, trying your best to keep up with your group as they cheered you on. It had been a while since you had gone out and you were having a great time. Everyone was in a great mood, the music was hitting just the right spot, and Cassian had been paying extra special attention to you.

He was possessive of the people he cared about which was something you loved about him but it was much more prominent tonight. Cassian would be at your side constantly, not even letting you dance alone, but you were not complaining in the slightest.

Of course, the two of you were quite tipsy and had a case of wandering hands, letting yourself enjoy the way his body swallowed you when he pulled you close during a song or when sitting in the booth talking to Azriel and Rhys.

“You really think you could take me on?” Cassian laughed as you nodded enthusiastically, vision spinning from the fast motion. “I don’t think you even have a chance against a bunny, Y/N, let alone a general.”

“That’s so not fair!” You pouted, looking to Rhys for backup. “Half of the fight is believing in yourself and I absolutely believe I could kick your ass.”

Azriel and Rhys threw their heads back in a fit of laughter, the image of you fighting Cassian too comical. “I dunno Cass. You have been lacking in the ring lately. Almost like you’ve been distracted.” Rhys taunted, smirking at the glare Cassian shot him. “She might just be able to hold her own.”

With both liquor and adrenaline running through your blood, you felt extremely bold as you turned to your friend and said, “Let’s test this out now. We can go up to the training ring right now and settle this.” All three of the Illyrians turned to you in shock and apprehension, not even noticing Mor as she slid back into the booth.

“What’s wrong? Why are you all looking at her like that?” Mor asked, her face soon mirroring the rest of the group as Azriel filled her in on what you had just said.

“Y/N, no way. I think it’s time we cut you off.” She said while reaching for your drink, flinching when you snatched it close to your chest.

“I’m serious! I could totally fight him; I’ve been practicing.” You defend but Cassian shakes his head, placing his large hand over yours to get you to look at him.

“We’re doing this for your own good, sweetheart. You would get hurt and I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.” His tone was somber, and you knew he was telling the truth. He was always so gentle and cautious with you. It was like he thought you would break under his fingertips.

But you didn’t want that Cassian, not right now. Frustration was growing in your soul as everyone dismissed your skill and so you took in a deep breath and delivered a low blow, knowing it would get under his skin.

“Poor Illyrian baby, I know how fragile your egos are.” You cooed with a sarcastic smile, patting his cheek as his right eye twitched. “If you’re too scared I’ll just go find someone else, don’t worry.”

Cassian would never, ever, put you in danger. He was the General Commander of the Night Court’s army, he had won countless fights and battles, and he had nothing to prove to anyone. You weren’t thinking clearly and he knew that. He knew you were just taunting him like the brat you were.

However when he saw his brothers choke on their drinks, hiding their laughter behind their arms, while Mor openly cackled at your words…it flipped a switch in him.

Especially when you began to get up to go find some random guy to go challenge.

“Stop,” Cassian grunted while practically slamming you back into your seat. “I’m giving you one chance to rethink your decision, Y/N. If you were smart, you would take it.”

“If you weren’t chicken you wouldn’t want to give me an out, general.” You snarked back, grinning from ear to ear when he pushed you both out of the booth to leave for the House of Wind.

“Cass-” Azriel began but closed his lips when he shot him a warning look. Rhysand’s eyes were flickering back and forth between the two of you, deciphering your thoughts and body language, before giving Azriel a signal to lay off. He was almost certain that nothing would happen between the two of you that would put either of you in harm's way. Almost.

“Good luck, Y/N.” Mor smiled sweetly as you gave her a thumbs up, letting Cassian guide you outside. She turned to the remaining two men and, when certain you were both gone, said, “We all know what’s going to happen right?”

“Definitely.” Azriel nodded.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t recommend any of us heading over there tonight…or tomorrow,” Rhys added while taking another sip, motioning for Rita to grab another round. “Next round is on me.”

The wind was cold as it whipped past your face, Cassian’s hold tight as he flew you both to the training ring. It was quiet the entire time and you took the chance to enjoy being held this close to him, resting your head against his chest which made a small blush rise to his cheeks.

When you both landed, he sighed and ran a hand through his hair, looking you over in contemplation. You had your arms wrapped around yourself from the chill in the air, not thinking to grab a jacket, and he was starting to rethink his rash decision.

“Do you really want to do this?” Cassian asked while you walked to the edge of the ring, alcohol still buzzing around your head. “We can just go inside and head to bed. That way no one gets hurt.”

“I’m not a baby, Cass.” You frown, resisting the urge to stomp your feet. “It can be quick, first person pinned wins, if you are that worried.”

He stood still for a moment before shrugging and motioning you to head inside, chuckling when you almost fell over your own feet. You took a deep breath and shook your entire body to get your blood pumping, smiling like a kid when Cassian took a fighting stance. He gave you one last look and you nodded, hands outstretched, and then he launched himself towards you.

You slid out of the way easily and into the other corner, winking at him cockily when he turned around in surprise. “Told ya.” You teased as he smirked and dove forward again, looking to grab your legs, but missing when you jumped out of the way.

“Oh come on, you can’t just dodge the entire time.” Cassian complained to which you just shrugged.

“I thought you didn’t want to hurt me?” You asked as you dodged again, having to steady yourself when your vision blurred momentarily.

“I don’t.” He responded while taking advantage of your stumble, snaking a hand around your waist and pulling you roughly into his chest. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy the chase.”

Your stomach swarmed with butterflies at the intimate hold, both of your bodies warm as you turned to look up at him. His pupils were wide with either adrenaline or lust, you couldn’t know for sure, while his mouth was slightly parted. All of the feelings you had been holding in for him came swimming up to the surface the longer he watched you.

“I like it too.” You say softly, turning your body so that your front was pressed fully against him. His nostrils flared at your brazenness, the hand that was on your stomach now falling to rest just above your ass. “Kiss me, Cassian.”

He didn’t hesitate to follow your orders, bending down to claim your lips heatedly and groaning at the taste of you. It was everything he had dreamed of, the softness of them pulling him in deeper as he held your head with his free hand to give him more control.

You yielded to him like it was second nature, feeling your entire body heat up like you were standing next to the sun. Cassian lifted you up easily, your legs wrapping around his waist, as he began to explore your mouth with his tongue. You could feel his cock from this position, of just how big he was, and you couldn’t stop yourself from rubbing your sex into his.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He growled, massaging your ass with his two hands as you pulled away from the kiss. “Such a dirty girl.”

“Please, Cass, I don’t think I can wait much longer.” You pleaded while mouthing at his neck. “I want you so bad.”

Cassian smirked and bounced you on his clothed cock, enjoying how your head fell back as your panties soaked from the friction. You were going to be the death of him but he didn’t care, sinking to his knees so that he could lay your flat against the padding of the ring.

Your shirt and pants were wrinkled from all of the movements and when you went to take them off, he stopped you, licking his lips at the sight of you so eager for him.

“Gods, you are so fucking tiny, sweetheart.” He noted, rubbing a hand over his face as you ignored him. “I have to prep you first, Y/N, or I am going to hurt you.”

His eyebrows rose when you rose up to your knees swiftly and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him down to eye level. “I want you to hurt me, Cassian.” You confessed, panting in need, and you saw the immediate switch in his demeanor.

He snarled and grasped your chin with two fingers, kissing you fiercely as he tore your clothes to shreds. The air made goosebumps rise to your skin but you didn’t care, enjoying the way he bit down on your lip as your hands flew down to free his member from his pants.

It sprang free and hit his stomach, the tip an angry red while the length looked like it would break you in half. “Holy shit.” You mumbled, wrapping your hand around it as best as you could and giving him a few quick strokes. Cassian moaned at the touch, watching how your fingers struggled to touch together from his girth.

You knew you probably should’ve listened to him about prep, that you were going to be sore tomorrow, but you wanted it to hurt. You wanted him to break you in half, to have him stretch you out like never before, and you knew he wanted the same thing.

“Think you can take it, sweetheart?” He asked cockily, hissing when you gripped him just a little too tight in response.

Cassian laid back on the floor of the ring, letting you take the rest of his clothes off, before grasping his cock in his hand and staring at you with a hungry look. You committed the sight of him to memory, of the sheer size of the Illyrian before you, and climbed on top.

“Gonna ride me, Y/N?” He taunted as you positioned yourself over his dick. You could see your juices dripping onto him as you grabbed the base and teased it with your lips, enjoying how his mouth dropped open at the feeling.

“Fuck…” Were the last words to leave his mouth as you slowly, slowly, sank down onto him. It already felt like you were full and he wasn’t even halfway in, your eyes screwing shut at the pain as you went farther down. “That’s it, baby, that’s it.”

Even though you knew you were wet enough it still hurt, the stretch unbelievable as you finally bottomed out. Cassian was breathing heavily below you, his hands holding your hips so tight you were sure they were going to break, trying to control the urge to just fuck into you like an animal.

You took a few deep breaths and planted your hands on his chest, looking down and moaning at the sight of the small bulge in your belly. He was so deep inside you that you could see it.

He followed your eyes and you gasped when he pulled out slightly and thrust back in, his own moan falling out when he watched the bulge move. It was like a wet dream come to life, knowing he was balls deep inside you while you took him like a good girl. Cassian’s control was on a thin line and when you bent down close and whispered, “Fuck, you’re so big, Cass.” He lost it.

His hands lifted you almost all the way off his cock before he slammed you down again, ignoring your small cry of pain as he fucked you as he had always imagined. You did your best to hold on, your tits bouncing wildly as he hit your cervix with every thrust.

“Such a, fuck-” He growled as you buried your head into his chest, not even being able to reach his neck, and started to suck and kiss whatever skin you could. “Good girl. Taking all of me, all of my cock.”

“Yes, please!” You cried out, the sounds of skin on skin echoing into the night as your eyes rolled back in pleasure. “I can take it, I can take it.”

A fire started to burn in your lower belly as he tore you in half, his cock pistoning in and out at an inhuman pace as he claimed what was his. Cassian wasn’t far behind, the feeling of your cunt squeezing him so tightly making his orgasm come faster than he would like.

“M’gonna fill you up, Y/N.” He snarled as you gained enough strength to push yourself back up, using his hands on your back as leverage to try and match his pace. “Do you want that? Want my cum leaking out of you like a whore?”

You nodded although you weren’t totally coherent, chasing your own orgasm as he groaned and moved on of his hands to your pussy, rubbing your clit in small circles so that the two of you could finish together.

It was the final touch you needed, your hips stuttering to a halt as you exploded around him and screamed out his name. Cassian was right behind you, watching you like you were a goddess as he emptied himself into your cunt, feeling it burst past the seam of your conjoined parts and leak onto the floor below.

He slowed his thrusts down as you collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily as he tried to fuck his cum back into your hole. You groaned as you started to get overstimulated, trying to push him off but he just chuckled and held you in a vicelike grip.

“Uh uh, sweetheart. I’ve waited too long to have you.” Cassian murmured into your ear sweetly, licking the outer shell that had a shiver going down your spine. “You’re mine.”

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