#please forgive any grammar or spelling issues

[serenpedac]

written by your hand

I was talking with Bunny and another dear friend about N’s handwriting and this idea just wouldn’t get out of my mind, so here we are.

Words: ~700 Rating: Gen Relationship: Adam & Nate Warnings: None

The readiness with which he offered to write the letter of introduction suggested he even took pleasure in the activity and indeed, it takes little effort to imagine Nathaniel sitting at a mahogany desk, engrossed in a missive to some distant friend  or family member, his writing utensils arranged neatly before him—unlike the current mess. 

The candle has burned down to a sputtering stump. Its irregular light glints off the inkwell, but does little to illuminate the person at the desk. He is sitting in the exact same position Adam left him hours before, head bent, lips pressed together, quill gripped tightly in too-long fingers. The only difference are the papers that now litter the desk, some having fallen down to the ground. A waste of valuable material.

He doesn’t tell his companion this.

“Resting between practice is still a crucial component in acquiring a new skill,” he says instead, followed by a wry grin and, “Even for us.”

His companion’s head whips towards him and the candle sputters out, leaving Nathaniel’s eyes as dark as the ink blotting the paper.

“It’s hardly a new skill,” Nathaniel says, stubbornly. “Of all things, this should be—” 

He doesn’t need to finish the muttered sentence for Adam to know what he meant. Easy. Once learned, writing does not seem like something that can be forgotten. The readiness with which he offered to write the letter of introduction suggested he even took pleasure in the activity and indeed, it takes little effort to imagine Nathaniel sitting at a mahogany desk, engrossed in a missive to some distant friend  or family member, his writing utensils arranged neatly before him—unlike the current mess. 

Nathaniel blinks at the extinguished candle as if only noticing it now, before finally putting down his quill and straightening his back, wincing as he does. When he unfolds himself from his seat, Adam is struck once more by the gracefulness of those long limbs. He has seen it before, when they ran in the nearby forest, the slight awkwardness that clung to his movements falling away as Nathaniel focused on their prey, forgetting himself in that moment. He also recalls the exhilaration on his face afterwards. It had been the first time he had seen a glimpse of sheer joy from Nathaniel, a reveling in what his body was capable of.

“Did you use to hunt?” Adam had asked. The Agency had briefed Adam about his new companion, but it had been only the bare essentials. Nothing more was needed, Adam would have agreed, yet he has been finding himself curious to learn more.

Those brown eyes had dulled quickly. “I did not.” Nathaniel had looked at his hands, stretching his fingers and observing them as if they were not entirely his. “I was not deemed… hale enough for such pursuits.”

That had been the end of the conversation.

Adam wonders if Nathaniel regrets his newfound speed and strength, when it means his body no longer remembers those precise movements that used to come with such ease. Yet another thing that is lost in this new life.

He exhales and starts helping Nathaniel tidy the clutter. Such thoughts are pointless. There is no going back to before and his companion must know that, despite the way he keeps trying to eat human food and drink tea.

“You will relearn with time and practice.”

A moment’s silence follows.

“And rest?” 

Adam can almost hear the smile in Nathaniel’s voice. He takes care to keep his expression neutral when he hands Nathaniel the gathered papers. “And rest.”

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Years later, Adam browses the small private library Nathaniel—Nate, as he now prefers—has put together in search of a tome on one topic or another when a thick, leatherbound book draws his eye. He takes it on the off-chance that it contains the information he is looking for.

Unfamiliar handwriting marks the inside of the cover and he would have gone straight to the table of contents, if it hadn’t been for some part of him catching the words written there.

Treasured property of: Nathaniel H. Sewell

The flourishing cursive is nothing like the elegant, yet simple handwriting he has come to know so well over the years.

“Time and practice,” he mumbles to himself as he puts the book back on its shelf.

For the first time, he thinks that the stubborn insistence with which Nate tries to hold on to all things human may be proof that his friend knows all too well that they have irrevocably changed.

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Some notes

Although the concept of muscle memory became an area of study only int he early 1900s, Aristotle already mentioned the idea that memory depends on our bodies. Ever since reading Bunny’s beautiful description of how Nate may have struggled to adjust to his new body in The Ember Days fic, I’ve been a little obsessed with the idea of how having their body changed might affect vampires in Wayhaven.

There’s this ask where Mishka gave an impression of what UB’s handwriting/signatures would look like here, but I also love this take by @/l-xcixxs on their signatures (just look at the ones for F!). My own impression leans a little more towards the latter for N, simply because I think they would keep writing in cursive, just not quite as elaborate as before.

And a final note, some of my ideas of N changing their handwriting come from a friend in high school, who had the most gorgeous cursive handwriting I’ve ever seen, although it was quite hard to read and making notes took him a lot of time haha. He’d taught himself as a teenager to write like that, instead of in the standard cursive he’d learned at school years before. The effort it must have taken him to relearn something like this really impressed me!

I was lying, there's another note, but it's rather unformed: one thing that gets me about N and writing is how tied to their hands it is. Their hands, that they hide so often in their pockets, but use here to put words, maybe even their most intimate thoughts onto paper.

[anki-of-beleriand]

A heart Made of Glass ch.12

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

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

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

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

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

Okay, this chapter had some tricks in it that are surronding Reader and Wanda, this is their story and this time around Reader would need to make the right decision if she wants to get what she wants and what she needs.

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

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

Chapter 12

In a different world

The universe started with a spark of bright golden light.

Loki Odinson had seen it several times, he had witnessed the birth and death of multiple universes and timelines that were destined to perish in a myriad of colours that would soon be forgotten. He had sat on the throne, and while he was not a King himself, he could recall the faces of all of those poor souls that disappeared into the nothingness, just as he could remember the beauty behind the first spark of life.

However, what he was experimenting right now was nothing like it.

Whatever, or whoever had decided to intervene had messed up with his own spell and everything had exploded into nothingness. A single spark of red, green and golden then, nothingness. Black spaces that disappeared without any traces left behind.

Loki started at the empty space that was Wanda and Y/N’s basement before he sighed. He sat down shaking his head, a headache approaching just as he thought on the oncoming conversation he would need to sustain with the Avengers.

“Fuck.” The word rolled out of his lips in such a natural way, he could do nothing but leaned back against the wall.

What the hell just happened?

What did he do?

What did Wanda and Y/N do to get this reaction?

The silence soon became deafening, Loki located the book Strange had died trying to recover. He frowned while leaning over to pick it up, the spell was done correctly with all the right wording as well as the right drawings on the ground. So, why did it go wrong? His eyes scanned the pages, re-reading the passages over and over until his heart dropped at one particular line, something he had overlooked the very first time he read that passage.

“…this, however, may be counterproductive if there is a magical or multiversal energy interference, the amount of energy converging at one point may created an unexpected result and…”

Loki knew the rest by heart, he knew there could be troubles but…well, how many energies were involved in the spell? He had counted on those signatures coming from Wanda and Y/N, he had even counted on his but…was there anybody else out there? Was there anybody else at the other side of the multiverse?

“Shit.” Loki stood up fixing up his clothes before flickering his hand to open a portal. He needed to face the consequences of his acts, and the first stop would be the Avengers Tower and Steve Roger’s office.

The former Captain America was going to enjoy telling Loki ‘I told you so’, just before hitting him in the face.

With one last glance to the basement, Loki turned around and left the place.

He never worried to test the energy fields around, or to tap into the timelines flickering in front of his eyes. It never occurred to him that, as soon as the explosion happened, a new singular timeline appeared right before his eyes just to blend itself with the other timelines flickering in front of Loki.

No one but the Watcher could see it, The Watcher stood in the sidelines furrowing his brows and waiting.

The world would either collapse in itself, or it would fix the anomalies by itself.

Either way, he was watching history, and the future of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes.

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Darkness had always been your friend.

You were born in it, and it had been your weapon and your refugee in the hardest of times. That was the main reason you didn’t panic at first, everything around you was filled with the purest form of darkness with a single touch of coldness that sneaked inside your clothes. The hairs on your arms stood up, a shiver went right through your muscles making you groan as you finally experience the pain in your body.

Your mouth opened inhaling deeply filling your lungs with gusts of cold air, your chest contracting itself just before you started coughing. It was then you opened your eyes, and the darkness that you had experienced moments ago was nothing but you woke up from unconsciousness.

The first thing you noticed were different white dots in the sky winking back at you. You tried to grasp a single thought, seeking around your mind for a coherent idea but it was almost impossible to do so when the rest of your body was finally receiving different stimulus in the way of pain and coldness.

“Y/N!” A familiar voice called to your left, you tried to sit up but a single hand placed itself on your shoulder pressing you to the ground.

“Ease there, pal, you were really hurt back there.”

Even if you didn’t get a chance to sit up, your world started spinning around. The voice was so familiar, yet so different to what you were used to; with some reluctance you turned your face to the right and soon you found yourself looking at yourself.

The other woman offered a tentative smile, though the way she was squinting her eyes and the pursed of her lips told you she was just as confused as you were at the moment. Soft footsteps approached you, America Chavez was wearing a single cut on her cheek and a bruised eye, this time around you didn’t let you counterpart to stop you, you sat up to check over the teen kneeling beside you.

“America, are you alright?” Your eyes rolled back for a moment, your knees fell harshly on the ground while you held yourself with a single hand placed on your leg.

“Y/N, please…” America winced lightly glancing at you then at your counterpart. “I think you were the one that suffered the most…”

“It was my fault, actually. So, sorry?”

You blinked a couple of times, shaking your head made the headache worse and the dizziness settled on your lower abdomen. You lifted your face blinking a couple of times before checking America over, the young woman softened her features with her cheeks colouring pink while her lips tried to offer a single smile. You tried to ignore the other Y/N for as long as you could before turning around to settle your eyes on her.

Just like America, she was wearing a single cut on her forehead with her clothes dishevelled but otherwise nothing else. With some reluctance you lifted your eyes looking deep into those eyes that you knew so well.

“This is the weirdest shit I have ever had to live to date.” You finally said shaking your head, “I hope it is the last weird shit ever.”

“Agreed.” Y/N tilted her head furrowing her brows while giving you a quick glance. “Before this happened, I’m afraid I was in your body fighting with someone that got lucky…so…”

“So, that’s why I feel like this?” You cracked smile, your counterpart nodded mirroring the smile on your face. “Okay, got it, so…what the hell is going on?”

America and Y/N glanced at one another then at you, it wasn’t until then that you decided to take a good look at the surrounding area. The place in itself was nothing strange, yet you got a feeling that this was not your universe or even that of your counterpart.

The sky was completely dark filled stars but as you got to observe them above your head you realized there were not your stars. The constellations you had come to know thanks to Natasha and Carol had been changed and were replaced by different forms you did not recognize. With a single frown you lowered your eyes to find yourself in a plain of land filled with dried grass that extended beyond what the eyes could see. It was an empty land, with nothing beyond the darkness of the night without any moon it was hard to actually see something that could give you an idea of your location.

The sound of whistling called your attention, and soon you found yourself being wrapped tightly by two pair of arms. Before you could protest or ask what they were doing, you experience the sharp bite of wind, A cold, merciless breeze that soon turned into a whirlwind that left as suddenly as it had come.

“Wh-what the hell?” Your eyes opened wide, your teeth chattering while America and Y/N leaned back wincing.

“We need to move.”

You furrowed your brows shaking your head, “move where? I can barely see you two, how are we going to see the path or…where the hell are we?”

America sighed standing up, she stretched her hand to you offering a tender smile.

“You haven’t figured it out?”

You stood on weakened legs, your mouth opened ready to protest until you finally realised it. While it was true there was nothing much to see beyond the darkness and the starry night, you could see America and your counterpart just fine. It took you but a few minutes until, you lifted your hand and the shadows followed you giving you a good glance of what was around you.

“We can manipulate shadows, the night in itself is darkness and filled with the main source of our power.” Y/N stated matter-of-factly while standing before you, you nodded curtly feeling foolish for not even thinking about it.

“Are you guys going to tell me what’s going on?”

America grabbed your hand, then turning to Y/N she shrugged also grabbing her hand as well.

“We may as well update her while we continue walking.”

“We saw lights coming from what we think was a village a few kilometres away, were trying to get there until these weird whirlwinds came in and we couldn’t carry you anymore.” Y/N explained shrugging. “We’re guessing once we get to some sort of place filled with civilization we will know more…”

“Why didn’t you try to travel through the shadows?” You asked ready to do so when the warning tone from your own voice stopped you.

“I couldn’t do it without leaving America here, and I have a bad feeling as soon as I tried it…so…” Y/N shrugged looking ahead of her, “I always follow my instincts, they have never failed me.”

The comment sent a sharp pain straight to your heart.

Your instincts had never failed you either.

Nothing else was said after this, the three of you were following the direction America had pointed out but you were just lost not really knowing if this was the right path or just a wild guess. The temperature was dropping even more, soon your teeth were chattering alongside those of America and the other you. You felt a sharp pain through your head, whatever had happened before you woke up had left your body quite bruised and right now all you wanted was to find a bed, an analgesic and something to eat. For a brief moment, an intrusive thought came forward in the form of Wanda, panic rose through your chest and filled your mind but before you could ask anything about her your counterpart spoke.

“I still don’t understand how everything came to be,” she spoke with a tone of voice you were familiar with, you let your eyes wandered around the landscape holding onto every word resounding into the darkness of the night.”

“I remembered when Wanda and I saved America the first time, and then trying to safe her from these creatures chasing her down.” Y/N trailed off with her memories making her falter, with a single shake of her head she continued, “I know I was out for a while, so you can guess how surprised I was to wake up in the arms of someone that wasn’t my wife…”

“Not really.” Your reply was filled with coldness, tension building up in your body, “I have always had the luxury of waking up alone in my bed.”

America winced lifting her head to glance at you, her dark eyes begging you to listen before jumping in whatever discussion you wanted to start.

“Agatha Harkness.” The name reached the inside of your mind with the memory of the file you read on her, not only that, but also the different videos you saw surrounding her story inside of Wanda’s world.

“That was the woman you woke up to every day, Y/N.” America chimed in shyly, she lowered her gaze squeezing your hand tenderly. “She had been dragging Scarlet and Wanda around, draining them of their powers and leaving them defenceless for quite some time, and since…well, since Y/N was under her spell…”

You opened your mouth to speak, you wanted to say something but finding your counterpart’s eyes on you whatever argument you had built inside your mind came crumbling down and soon you were given their side of their story.  Little by little the story started making sense, the building of a different world and the intrusive dreams you were having in the last couple of weeks, the purple and red magic surrounding you on that day as well as the mixed-up realities that ended up with you thrown into another’s body. You had always known that Wanda was special, and powerful, you never imagined just how much.

America had been a part of the plan, of course. Her powers would be very beneficial to someone like Agatha, and your powers would make sure no one would ever find her. Everything was about the most basic reason of all: Power. You pursed your lips disgusted; you were dragged into a confrontation with Wanda because there was a woman chasing after power. You had been running from Wanda for more than ten years, and all it took was this woman to ruin everything.

And now, now you were walking down the darkness of the night with a girl that could travel through different universes and your counterpart, a woman that got the life you had dreamt of a long time ago.

“Life is not fair.” Y/N stated glancing at you out of the corner of her eyes, “but it is what we have, and we must…”

“…deal with it, take what it is being offered and try to be happy with it.” You finished shaking your head.

“Ah, so not everything is lost, I see.” Y/N allowed a single smile to break on her face, you pursed your lips snorting.

“You don’t know the story.”

“But she does, that’s why she told you those very same words, didn’t she?” Your counterpart stopped all of a sudden, you let out a heavy sigh before turning to face her.

America was standing in between the both of you, her brows knitted together with her gaze travelling around the terrain before settling on the both of you.

“Look, I know that you and Wanda had a different experience than mine, I’m glad you did because…” You trailed off holding onto your emotions, “I don’t wish on you the pain I went through…”

For the very first time ever you saw your own face breaking into a broken-hearted smile, with those eyes losing all light and those lips curving into a crooked smile. It was you looking back, and you understood right there and then that you weren’t the only one.

“You forgive her?” You asked with a hint of hope in your voice, you hated how the question left your lips and how your counterpart understood what you meant.

“How could I not if my heart beats for her?” She replied clenching her eyes closed, her hands rested upon your shoulders before you found yourself looking into your eyes. “There is a difference, though, isn’t it?”

“You guys were not together…” You started but she merely tilted her head.

“You know it wouldn’t matter if we were a couple or not, she chose someone else when we have always chosen her.” Y/N squeezed your shoulders lightly. “The difference is that I gave her a chance because I want to do so, you didn’t because…”

“I don’t believe in second chances! If I have done so she would have broken my heart all over again when she went into her imaginary world with Vision!” You exclaimed enraged, surprising Y/N and America.

The other woman furrowed her brows, she was ready to argue back with you and asked questions about the imaginary world. It was quite evident a lot of things had happened in this strange world and Y/N could only imagine the pain and rage engulfing your heart at the moment.

America could see darkness surrounding the three of you her eyes opening wide almost losing into the shadows until her eyes caught glimpses of red and purple right ahead.

“Guys?” America stuttered lifting her hand and pointing to the distance.

You two stopped your discussion turning around to see the same sparkles of red and purple. It was a formation of dusty colouring breaking into the darkness of the night sky, you turned to the left to see Y/N frowning with determination and America shifting nervously from one foot to the other.

“It’s not that far away, I mean it could be at least one kilometre?” Y/N faced you holding onto the previous tension of your conversation with her, you clenched your fist shrugging.

“Looks that way.”

“Are we…” America started but you lifted a hand to silence her.

“Before we jump in to do something I think we need more information, we don’t even know what we are going to find over there.” You looked out of the corner of your eyes; the lights were still gleaming pretty much intensely but you could tell your two companions didn’t want to stay still and do any planning.

“What do you propose?” Y/N asked lifting her chin, “you know pretty well those sparks of crimson are Wanda’s, and we know this woman, this Agatha has been using purple magic. Are you really suggesting we stand here or keep walking in circles?”

“No! All I am asking is to first think about what we are going to do! We’re not even sure where we are much less what we are going to find there.” You asked back lifting your hands in the air and stepping back, the pain you had forgotten in favour of the discussion came back making you winced.

“Look I know you guys think the world of Wanda, and that’s cool, I guess your Wanda,” this time around you pointed to your counterpart trying to remain calm, “she is all love and kindness and that’s fine. The Wanda in world had a total breakdown that enslaved a bunch of people in a reality she created for herself and that microwave she called husband, so forgive me if I’m not going to jump in without any additional information.”

Your tirade echoed through the night, your voice carried by the wind with a dropped in the temperature. The moon that had been travelling with the three of you flickered all of a sudden, and the darkness grew around the three of you. America didn’t miss the flickering lights of crimson and purple, but she couldn’t stop herself from grabbing your hand in hers, the warm she shared with you made you shivered and with some reluctance you lower you stare to her. Even in such a darkness you could see her brown eyes gleaming with emotions.

“You still love her.” America mumbled squeezing your hand tenderly.

You clenched your jaw tilting your head to the side, America bit her lower lip glancing from you to Y/N.

“I don’t know why this has to be so complicated, but she needs you.” America took a deep breath stepping closer to you. “Wanda is sad, and I know she messed up and that forgiveness should not be given just because you feel that way. But she really needs you, she and Scarlet.”

“Look, I don’t know what happened between the both of you.” Y/N stepped in making sure you could not look away from your own eyes. “But the woman I love is out there, being it in this dimension or another Wanda Maximoff would always be MY Wanda and I won’t leave her out there to get hurt. If not for you, then at least do it for me.”

It was in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by darkness and coldness that your heart finally gave in. With a nod, your dropped your shoulders in defeat missing the smile coming from America but never missing the satisfied glance coming from your counterpart. The three of you finally turned to the source of the magic, and without a simple plan you three started making your way to the source.

You were not prepared for what was waiting for you over there.

Agatha Harkness smirked at the woman kneeling before her.

In less than a year she had made it possible to crumble away the legend of the Scarlet Witch while placing herself as the most powerful witch in the multiverse. Her smile never faltered, not even when the world spined around changing into a familiar setting; a place and time Agatha had suffered before but that now she could alter with a single flicker of her hand.

The place was filled with passersby ignoring the presence of the two women; nobody seemed to care that one of them was on her knees with a single neck shackle made of light red and blue tied to a crimson necklace Agatha wore on her chest.

“What do you think about this arrangement, dear?” The dark-haired woman asked, her eyes dropping to the kneeling Wanda who was shooting her a stare filled with anger. “Personally, I think this could be more lively, but don't worry soon enough we will have a show to die for.”

Her laughter was accompanied by a flash of violet, and soon the scene changed and they were transferred to a great marketplace located at the centre of the village. Everyone had reunited around four pillared pyres that were guarded by at least ten knights all dressed in black.

Wanda lifted her face, her ears twitched hearing the sound of angry screams cursing someone she couldn't make out yet. Agatha stirred in excitement; her smile grew until it was a crooked grin with just a hint of madness behind it.

“Here they come…”

The crowd spread around just as four figures came in walking on naked feet wearing red robes and bruised faces. The hatred and fear coming from the crowd was quite evident as the torches and the pitchforks drew wild patterns above the townspeople’s heads. The light of the torches ignited the night, Wanda tensed under the grip of the woman standing beside her, the hairs on her arms raising up while her eyes narrowed to follow the events unfolding in front of her.

The four women were pushed forward, each one of them had a single knight standing behind them with heavy hands they were dragged to the four pillars tied to them facing the crowd. It didn’t take her too long to guess what was about to happen, and what exactly were those pillars; the pyres had been set up to ensure everyone could see the women died. The crowd cheered cruelly, laughing and cursing while the four women glared at the people with more bravery than they actually felt. 

“This was my coven.” Agatha spat out, her hands sparkling with a mixture of red and purple, “they saw my power, they read my intentions and instead of supporting me they dared to try and stop me…”

“I wonder why.” Wanda couldn’t hold the sarcasm behind her voice, Agatha pulled harshly on the ropes holding her neck making Wanda fall on her back.

“You really are more daring than your counterparts, dear. I would be careful, if I were to be honest I don’t need you alive.” 

Agatha caressed the necklace smirking at Wanda, the woman couldn’t hide her anger and the magic that was pulsating inside her was not enough to protect her from Agatha’s anger. Soon Wanda let out a scream of pain, her body twitching painfully until he couldn’t keep her eyes open and all she could think about was the searing pain on her limbs.

“It has been so long since I was just a lowly witch like them, afraid of fire and the angry crowd. I grew to be magnificent, to have power beyond anyone’s imagination…” Agatha continued with his rambling observing with gleaming eyes as the Major of the town stood forward proclaiming the sins of the four women.

“I just had to find you, Wanda, you and that so-called Scarlet Witch.” Wanda took a deep breath, half hearing the woman while watching with horror as the night above her head flickered from one setting to another.

“It was not easy, you know?”

Agatha flickered her hand to the right and soon Wanda was on her knees watching as the world around her changed. It was like watching a movie in a dome. The world changed to day and night flickering images of Agatha dragging her burnt body through the ground whispering spells that only she could hear. The image soon changed showing the passing of time, Agatha looking around the world and stealing the magic of others while seeking something out of desperation.

She finally found it after more than a century.

Wanda opened her eyes at the familiar setting, Kamar Taj stood under stormy winds and heavy snow. Agatha sneaked around, distracting the inhabitants of the temple by provoking landslides that would certainly have killed innocent people if it hadn’t been by the protectors of the temple. She had enough time to steal a single book.

“Y-you…you stole the..th-e…the Drakhold.” Wanda leaned forward resting her hands on the ground, she was shocked to find the snow under her hands was real and that everything she was seeing was not an illusion but a real event.

Her mind was trying to comprehend what was really happening. Her knowledge of the Darkhold had not been as broad as it had been for Strange and even Loki. But she did know one thing or two about the origins of her powers, Chaos Magic had been called and it gave her the power to bend reality and life in ways not many could access to. The darkness inside her had been contained by her family and her loved ones, but the same could not be said by others, apparently.

“I did.” Agatha finally answered tilting her head, soon the scene changed and they were taken to a place Wanda was familiar with.

Westview.

“Yet, I was still not strong enough, or the only one with powers beyond our imaginations.” Agatha made a face, stepping forward strolling down the streets with Wanda following her. “When the Avengers showed up it was quite evident that people with powers could no longer be hidden. It was my time to shine until you, my dear Wanda, showed up.”

Wanda saw herself in a building in Sokovia, it was a place she was familiar with yet the story that was unfolding in front of her had nothing to do with what she had lived once. Her other self struggled to control her powers, to live her life, to be who she was supposed to be but failed every single time. Agatha had never been too far from those events, and whenever Wanda failed, Agatha would clutch the young woman closer to her. The red and purple magic intertwined without anyone noticing.

“What did you do?” Wanda asked, finding herself in the middle of the square in Westview. It was a beautiful day, with the sun shining right above their heads and not a single cloud in sight. 

Agatha smirked, her eyes changing colours to one of deep crimson, “I finally became who I am supposed to be, and soon my dear I will have all the power to bend the universes at my will. And now, I will finish what I started all those months ago with your pathetic counterpart and you will help me out with this.”

The world suddenly exploded around them, Wanda clenched her jaw closed, lifting her eyes to the sky to see the runes above her head.

“You…” She gritted her teeth, her eyes closing right away trying to gather her thoughts and power to stop the woman standing beside her.

Agatha chuckled darkly, her gripped on Wanda tightened allowing the influx of memories to invade the mind of the redhead. It was a life she was no familiar with, a suffering she had not experiment in the same way but that generate in her an understanding of the mess this world was in. She could see the moment Agatha entered the story, the failures and the almost victories until finally she got what she wanted.

A weakened Wanda Maximoff without anyone in the world to stand by her side.

Power.

And a way to get away with her plan.

“You…you won’t win.” Wanda finally got out; her eyes gleaming dangerously at the other woman who made a face rolling her eyes.

“I already did, dear. You just haven’t realized it yet.” Agatha let go of Wanda stepping away.

The brunette straightened up lifting her arms in front of her, her hands creating a purple mist while the necklace she wore zealously around her neck gleamed with intensity. Those eyes that moment’s ago had been brown, were now a deep black and the world around Wanda trembled under the electric shift of power the witch was gathering around her.

“Now, I have all the pieces in place, in my world…under my rules.” Agatha stated tilting her head to the side, “I will bend everyone to my will…and you, Wanda, will be nothing but a bad memory.”

The sky above their heads changed into darkness, the temperature dropped and Wanda felt the heavy weight of the atmosphere overwhelming her. She could sense her counterpart weakening inside the prison Agatha had chosen for her, her thoughts were still a mixture of memories she couldn’t quite place while the heavy emotions running through her soul threaten to overwhelm. Wanda could read the intentions behind the woman standing before her, she could read the hatred and violence behind those dark eyes. Lifting her chin to the sky, and her eyes showing off her own magic she decided if this was going to be her end, she would face it with defiance.

The ball of energy flickered in Agatha’s hand, the world stood still and the with smirked ready to give the final blow.

Agatha was so concentrated in her final goal, she never noticed she was no longer alone and what she though was illusions of her own invention were actually three people she didn’t think would be a problem until one of them stood right in front of her shielding Wanda from an imminent dead.

You had crossed the protective barrier around the strange town with a single thought in mind. Your intention was to get this over with and go back to your life on Norway, your heart beating fast while your mind protest for the easiness in which you were trying to go back to a life in which you were ignoring the woman that had never left your heart. It looked easy, just do your thing and then fixed whatever mess you were in and then…go back.

But the universe and the Powers That Be decided that it wouldn’t be just as easy as a flickered of your hand.

As soon as the three of you crossed the barrier you were face to face with flashes of memories that presented you with a film of the lives of Wanda and Agatha. The stories of the coven and the search for power, as well as the fall of Sokovia and Wanda’s struggles with her powers and her life.

“This is so wrong.” Y/N stated clenching her fist while stepping forward until she was finally standing beside you, the both of you stood on an empty street hearing the sounds of muffled conversation.

“Any plan?” You finally stated ignoring the piercing pain in your heart, your counterpart shrugged nodding to the darkened street that was flashing a mixture of red and purple.

“I think the best approach is a straightforward one.”

“Humph, so go there and just start fighting?” You replied with your lips breaking into a single smirk.

“Yep, pretty much.”

“That doesn’t sound like a solid plan.” America mumbled unsure, she furrowed her brows turning to you and then to your counterpart.

You turned to America placing a hand on her shoulder, “but it is what we have. You are going to stay here and wait.”

“But…I can fight! I can help!” America stepped back frowning, “I won’t be left behind…”

“I know you can fight, kiddo.” You replied tilting your head, “and that’s why you are staying behind.”

America opened her mouth to protest but Y/N came forth shaking her head.

“You are our backup, America. If anything were to happen to us and Wanda…” Y/N stated dropping her gaze for a moment, she turned to you until finally she locked eyes with America. “You need to do anything you can to ensure Agatha won’t scape, you understand?”

America pursed her lips, a part of her understood the mission but another part wanted to go straight ahead and face the woman that had been chasing her through the multiverse. America clenched her fists before nodding curtly and stepping back. You offered a single smile, your hand squeezing comfortingly the shoulder of the teen.

“There would be time, America, for now just watch our backs.”

“I will.”

“Good then, let’s go.”

You nodded curtly allowing your powers to spread in front of you, there was resistance when trying to reach the shadows and for the very first time you understood what your counterpart meant about your instinct. Everything in your body was screaming danger as soon as you came into contact with the shadows, your body shivered under the piercing weight of a million needles. You clenched your jaw closed stepping into the shadows with a single thought in mind.

Wanda.

Without any hesitation and moving through the invisible obstacles in that universe you appeared right before Wanda and Agatha just in time. Your eyes went black with your right arm lifting in front of you and creating a protective barrier just as Agatha’s hand came into contact with your shadows.

There was a flickering of power, the older woman snarled a curse lifting her left arm in the same fashion and launching a second attack. Your eyes opened slightly only for your shadows to slithered away grabbing the woman’s midsection to pull her away.

The world crumbled for an instant; Agatha was completely shocked to see not only you but your counterpart standing right in front of her. The woman straightened up, sweat rolling down her forehead while her right hand closed around her necklace and her other hand summoned the Darkhold.

“You really are a pain in my behind, but at least I won’t have to go around looking for you.” Agatha stated tilting her head to the side, her annoyance giving way to a confident smile. “Now, how about the two of you are good girls and give up, I would hate to spend my time submitting you to get what I want.”

You spread your feet positioning yourself in a fighting pose, your eyes narrowing slightly while the woman in front of you got her magic ready. But before Agatha could do anything at all, another set of shadows grabbed her arms putting them back making her woman lose her grip on the necklace and the Darkhold, your body tensed when Wanda stood up behind you, her voice quivering slightly as she pronounced your name with reverence and love.

“Hey, I hope you didn’t forget about me, Agatha dear.” Your counterpart said winking at Wanda while flickering her hands away, Agatha grunted freeing herself with a blast of energy and stepping a few feet away.

“Hn, I didn’t expect this.” She stated summoning the Darkhold, the world around the four of you changed, shaping itself in a familiar setting you had come to hate in your mind.

Westview.

Agatha never wavered in her confidence, if anything it seemed to grow the same way her magic was doing at the moment. You took a fighting stance, your shadows flickering around waiting for your command. You glanced out of the corner of your eye, Wanda had been trying to stand up but her knees and feet seemed uncooperative. Before you could offer any help, your counterpart came in wrapping her arms around Wanda while placing her forehead against Wanda’s one.

“Hey, love.”

“Hi.” Wanda replied with easiness, Y/N sighed in relief before placing a single kiss on her wife’s cheek.

“I miss you.” Y/N said softly, your heart shrank with emotion when your mind caught up with what was really happening.

You furrowed your brows, sweeping around the place until your darkened eyes fell on Agatha who was smiling playfully at you, her right hand playing absentmindedly with the necklace.

“Where is…Wanda?” The question left your lips before you could stop it, Wanda and Y/N both glanced at one another before they set their eyes on you.

A sinking feeling settled on your lower stomach, you were afraid of the answer when you realized this Wanda was trying to look everywhere but you. Tilting your head, you finally got a good look at your surroundings where the suburban houses filled out the imaginary world; the Wanda you had come to know from another universe held onto your counterpart tightly though right now her green eyes had been focusing straight ahead of you.

“Where is she? Wanda?” You asked again, this time around there was a demanding undertone that the other woman couldn’t ignore.

“Agatha has them under her control, she is using a powerful and dangerous book, Y/N.” Wanda could tell her answer was not of your liking, she stepped forward ready to join you and her wife in the fight glancing at you out of the corner of her eyes.

“You don’t know where she has Wanda?” You asked again never taking your eyes off of the older woman standing before you.

“I have my suspicions but I’m not sure how to interfere with that.” Wanda winced trying to ease out the pain on her neck, you frowned pursing your lips while taking a closer look at Agatha before your eyes found the same house you had come to know as Wanda’s place.

“Well, then let’s get this over with and get Wanda back.” Your arms stretched to the sides, the silent command spurred into action the shadows around you flying straight ahead to try and get Agatha.

Before your counterpart and the other Wanda could help you out, the creatures summoned by Agatha launched their first attack. A great explosion was heard while you evaded the flashing balls of power sent over by the witch.

The fight soon broke over, you didn’t notice it but the dome surrounding this part of the universe tremble sending waves of energy all through the world until they came into contact with the timeline and America. The young woman lifted her head, her eyes gleaming brightly as she tapped into her powers; bouncing on the balls of her feet she waited. America could hear the sound of explosions and the muffled sound of conversations and screams, she glanced at her hands thinking about the lessons she had been learning in the last couple of months. She closed her fists, opening them again before lifting her face. This people had been putting their lives on the line for her, they had been trying to protect her without expecting anything in exchanged. It was about time she helped them.

With a glance to the sky, America took a deep breath closing her eyes for a brief moment. As soon as she opened them, her lips curled into a single smile.

Time for payback.

The street had been completely destroyed during the fight.

There were no more homes standing up, or nice cosy gardens decorating the suburban setting. The world soon became a mixture of nothingness with the flickering holograms of reality that you could not touch. Agatha had learnt a thing or two since fighting with Wanda, you could see her ability to hold onto her powers while also making use of those she had stolen from your Wanda.

You shook your head hating the thoughts running around in your head, the overwhelming emotions that seemed to try and govern your decisions. You tried to focus your energy on what was right in front of you, the problem you were facing went beyond your own emotions. There would be a time for you to deal with them.

Agatha lifted her left hand above her head before letting it fall fast to her side, the sharp pain of your skin being pierce made you grunted. You could feel the wounds on your arms, your eyes igniting in a deep black that soon went right ahead to engulf the witch in front of you.

At some point, Agatha had become faster than your attacks, she stepped aside flickering her hands and soon two more creatures appeared out of nowhere.

“Is that all you got?” You asked almost losing your concentration when you heard the voice of your counterpart in the back.

“Get away from my wife!”

Agatha smirked grabbing her necklace, tilting her head she settled her eyes on you.

“Oh, dear, you would be surprised with the number of tricks I can bring on you.” Agatha stepped forward, her feet never touching the ground. “I could make your dreams come true; I can be what Wanda never was for you.”

You pressed your lips together taking into a fighting stance.

“You know nothing about my dreams, and I am certainly not looking for a replacement.”

Agatha snorted her hand gripping tightly on the necklace, soon a red mist grew from the space between her neck and chest and the world around her turned crimson. Agatha stretched out her arms and the whole world vibrate around you changing in the blink of an eye.

“Are you sure? I can tell by the pathetic way you are always looking at her, but the way you talk about her that there is nothing else you want more than her…” Agatha’s voice rose above the new scene, your eyes flickered around while your stomach dropped when you realized where she had taken you to.

For a brief moment you could make out the screams and grunts of the fight going on right outside this small world. You took a deep breath trying to get a hold of your powers ignoring the runes glowed above your head a clear sign that this was still being controlled by Agatha. You creased your brows knowing that your options were limited if the other woman decided to use her magic at its full potential. She was playing with you, leading you on and one until it was quite clear she was mocking you by placing you right in front of a memory that had broken your heart at some point.

It was playing in slow motion, the video and the room with everyone just as shocked as you were to see Wanda in the arm’s of another. The passing of time, every single moment that you had suffered the betrayal while facing your sadness alone in a world of pure darkness. Your fit closed, the shadows on your feet stirred violently sensing your anger when you heard Agatha laughing. Mocking you.

“How did it make you feel knowing she was happier with a man?” Agatha purred making sure to be as far away from you as she could. “How did it feel knowing you were never going to be chosen in this world? In this universe? I bet it pierce your soul knowing you were the one destined to be alone.”

“Shut up.”

“I can make it go away, I can help you out…say the words, and I will make sure you get what you want.”

Your knees gave under your weight, furrowing your brows you tried to close yourself to the mocking film playing around you trying to focus on the fight. Agatha chuckled tilting her head, this time around the runes above her head pulsated and the two creatures grew before your eyes attacking viciously at your counterpart and Wanda making sure that your conversation and fight with Agatha wouldn’t be interrupted. Agatha centred her eyes on you, her hand grabbing the necklace while the same video seemed to be on replay.

“She won’t be a problem for you anymore, and after I’m done with you…you won’t have to worry about the pain of your broken heart, dear.” The laughter sent shivers down your back, but it was everything you were waiting for.

Your lips curled into a smile, your right hand twirled clockwise and the shadows broke into waves catching up with the witch. Just as you had located her, ready to give her a lesson, the woman was ready to use the magic Wanda and Scarlet were giving to her to make sure the next stage of her plan could be completed.

It never happened, though.

Your attack never stopped reaching out to your objective, while Agatha tried to return the hit she was surprised by a sudden punch to her face. The punch glow white, and her body bounced back and forth until she lost the hold on the necklace, America Chavez didn’t stop there and your shadows went straight to hold onto the witch to bring her down.

Everything happened so fast, your eyes went from America to Agatha and finally to the object on the ground. The necklace bounced on the ground, and without thinking too much you went right ahead to grab it. The object was warm to the touch, you could tell by the vibrations that magic had been contained between the object and this magic could only belong to one person. You closed your hand around it, you could sense Scarlet deep inside your mind. It didn’t take you too long to recognize the woman that had been haunting your dreams as of late, right with her you could also sense Wanda trying to hide, trying to survive.

“NO!”

The scream coming from Agatha was everything you needed to drop the necklace and stomp on the piece of jewellery creating an explosion that blew you and everyone around you away.

“Humph…” Your mouth opened letting out a shaky breath, your body hurt all over while your eyes got use to the sparkling lights that appeared before them when your head hit the ground.

“Y/N!!” You tried to sit up, a pair of arms held onto you for a brief moment until you were capable of making out the figure sitting beside you.

America had her brows creased; her eyes shone with worry while she tried to hold you up. The fighting was still ringing inside your ears, your counterpart was finishing the last of the dimensional creatures while you could spot her Wanda holding back against Agatha. For a brief moment, panic rose inside you the sudden need to throw up became almost to much just as you leaned forward trying to stand up your eyes looking frantically for the women that had been haunting your dreams and reality as of late.

“They are unconscious…” America started but she could not finish her sentence as you stood up without any warning.

“Wanda…” Her name escaped your lips without meaning to, at that moment with your body exhausted and your mind already carrying the weight of so many memories and thoughts all you could do was staggered forward until you reached both women.

You stood on shaky legs glancing from Wanda to Scarlet, both of them unconscious wearing the same bags under their eyes and the bruises all over their faces and arms. You hesitated not really knowing where you should focus your attention until, as an afterthought you went to Wanda. Turning her to the side you ensure she was comfortable, her lip had a deep cut and her forehead had traces of a scratch that left her with blood and dirt. She looked thinner than you remember, with her face wearing still the same defeated expression she wore to your home all those months ago.

“Wanda.” You said her name again, this time around firmer and demanding, your hand trying to help her out until you heard her exclamation of pain. “Wanda, are you alright?”

The young woman stirred in your arms, her eyes flickering slightly until she opened her lips and let out an exclamation of pain. You put her back on the ground, turning around you could see Scarlet was stirring awake as well while the fight seemed to have no end.

“Y/N…” You turned to see Wanda’s eyes fluttering open, her green orbs looking back at you with sadness and tenderness that had your heart beating a tad bit faster.

“Hey, are you alright?” You leaned in but Wanda looked away helping herself up, you tired to assist her but your body froze for a moment unsure on how to proceed with the woman sitting before you.

“I…I am a little sore.” She replied, her eyes never leaving the form of Scarlet, Wanda furrowed her brows glancing at her hands then back at the other woman. “She…she is…Scarlet Witch.”

Her words trembled as she pronounced them, her face lowered thinking to herself knowing full well your attention was on her. She remembered the moment she had separated herself from the legend, the words of Agatha had haunted her at that moment when she realized there was something inside her giving her powers a deeper meaning. She had hated that idea, and the world that had been created out of it.

When Wanda finally dared to look up she found herself looking into your eyes. Her heart stirred with emotion, the words that wanted to pour out of her mouth entangled around her throat for she knew it was not the time for a heart-to-heart conversation. She wished everything had turned out different, but after her confrontation with Agatha and everything she had discovered whiled trapped in that reality she knew what she needed to do.

“Can you…help me up?” She asked shyly, you nodded curtly stretching your hands for her to take them.

She was cold under your touch, and a little sweaty.

Her cheeks coloured pink, and her eyes glanced everywhere but at you. You felt a piercing pain going through your chest, but you ignored it while helping the other woman up. For a brief moment, you thought she could walk on her on until Wanda’s legs trembled and almost gave up on her. You caught her just on time, her body pressing against yours making your traitorous heart stopped for a brief moment.

“How convenient, Wanda.” Scarlet was on her knees; she had sweat falling down her face breathing hard and glaring at the two of you though her eyes were completely focused on Wanda. “You…you don’t do nothing, yet you get to be with her.”

Wanda tensed in your arms, she took a deep breath while pushing you away taking one step at a time until she was standing before Scarlet. You lifted your eyes to see America just as focused on the two women as you were, the sound of the fighting was till rumbling in your ears but it was almost impossible to pay attention to something else that wasn’t the scene playing out in front of you.

Wanda held herself up, conscious of the hatred inside the eyes of Scarlet.

Inside her own eyes.

“We don’t get to be with her.” Wanda mumbled dropping her shoulders, tears gathering in her eyes as she spoke. “I’ve been trying to make amends but I just…”

“You always failed, and you make it worse.” Scarlet spat out lifting her chin in defiance, her position on the ground was not an inconvenience. If anything, it gave her the power that Wanda couldn’t show at the moment.

“I tried to reach out to her, to make her world and mine…to…”

“I know.” Wanda offered a weakened smile, looking out of the corner of her eyes she could see you had your attention on the both of them. “I tried to do the same. I just…I can’t do it alone, and I’m tired of failing every time. I don’t…”

Wanda swallowed down her tears, she leaned in lifting her left hand until she was cupping Scarlet’s cheek. Red mist appeared in Wanda’s hand, and soon her eyes as much as those of Scarlet were shining brightly.

“It hurts so much.” Scarlet said letting the tears rolled down her cheeks. “I just…

“I don’t want to be alone, and I don’t want to be without her.” Wanda finally said her own tears falling down her face.

You clenched your jaw, looking away for a moment while your chest felt a myriad of butterflies fluttering inside.

“But I can’t keep fighting alone, or divided.” Wanda stated, she wiped away Scarlet’s tears before adding. “I think we need to be one, you saw just how powerful we are together and…”

“You need to fix this, or we would never…”

“I know, but this may not end the way you want it.”

Scarlet drifted her attention to you, her eyes found those of yours and in there you could read everything you had been so afraid to interpret the first time. There was pain and sadness, emotions that broke into her heart in ways you could only imagine, and then there was love. You looked away stepping back under the intensity of such a stare, you missed the broken smile on Scarlet’s face and the defeat she wore while facing Wanda again.

“I know, I think we will cope when the time for that comes.” Wanda nodded in understanding; her hands gleamed brighter than ever while Scarlet placed her hand on top of hers.

“I promised you I won’t give up.”

“Good, then let’s do this.”

The crimson mist grew around them glowing with a bright, red light making you trembled under the intensity of the magic. You could see America kneeling down, her eyes going wide open as they stare the scene unfolding before her eyes.

Wanda and Scarlet were no longer two different entities.

Standing before you was a single woman, her head was adorned with a red crown that made match with the bodice and the black leggings. Wanda stood there with magic coming from her hands, her eyes a deep shade of red that gathered the power you had always known she had in her. The woman stood still for a moment, she glanced at her body and her hands before her face lifted to stare at you.

You tried to hide your expression, your lips parting to speak but not words came out. Wanda hesitated before nodding her feet moving slowly until she turned around making her way to the fight.

“Is she gonna be okay?” America stood right beside you, squirting at the woman now using her magic to help her counterpart in the fight against Agatha.

“I think so…” You trailed off finally realizing that even though the both of them had finally become one, Wanda was still wearing the bruises and the exhaustion on her face.

“Are you okay?” America asked quite concern, you turned to her offering a half smile.

“I will be.” You sighed scratching the back of your neck. “Stay here and be careful.”

“What are you gonna do?” The teen asked slightly scare, you offered her a half smile turning towards the fight that was a tied between the Wandas and Agatha.

“What we came to do, just stay out of trouble and be ready to help us go back home, okay kiddo?”

America doubt there was anything she could do, but she didn’t contradict you. With a single nodded of her head she watched as you ran towards the fight, your shadows already creating a protective barrier around you and Wanda. Something, America though, you probably were not aware of.

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Loki rolled his eyes once more, he was tired of hearing the fight going on in the meeting room while he stood by the window waiting for the right moment to intervene.

The world outside was highly active, Monday had always been one of the busiest days in the calendar and that day was not the exception. The young god leaned forward, his fingertips touching the window while his eyes observed the golden and green lights of the timelines. His eyes soon fell upon the one he did not recognise, a red line that he could not tamper with but that he was certain contained the answers to the questions everyone in the room were posing.

Loki turned around his eyes finding those of Billy who had not leave his side ever since Pietro brought him into the Avenger’s Tower. The young boy had his eyes narrowed, his hands playing with invisible threats only he could see.

For a brief moment, Loki stood there observing the child with growing curiosity. Billy was tapping the air with his fingertips, concentrated in something only visible to him. Loki frowned with his mind already forming an idea of what exactly was happening.

“Billy, what are you doing?” The question was low enough for the child to hear it but not for the rest of the room to notice it.

Billy lifted his face this time around his eyes went wide opened showing off the innocence of his age, but also the brightness he had inherited from both his mothers.

“Mommy always says to follow my instincts.” There was conviction in his tone, his hands tapping still as if waiting for something.

“And, what are they telling you?” Loki knelt to be on the same height of the child, Billy tilted his head creasing his brows before answering.

“Uncle Loki, momma and mommy need my help…look!”

Loki looked in the direction Billy was pointing to, he gasped with his eyes wide open and a smile forming on his lips.

“Billy you are a genius.” Billy offered a timid smile glancing at Loki shyly.

“Really?”

“Yes, and I think thanks to you we are going to be able to help Wanda and Y/N.” Loki could see the excitement in the little boy, he couldn’t help but smile back.

Without giving to much attention to the room, Loki sat right beside Billy closing his eyes before letting his magic to spread around. Billy was slightly confused at first, he had continued working on invisible threads trying to get into contact with them. Now there was something different, with his uncle sitting beside him Billy could sense the magic. He pressed his lips together before sitting down and, imitating Loki, he closed his eyes and just went with his instincts.

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Whatever power she had tried to drain from Wanda and even Scarlet was no longer active to give her the stamina or even the strength to keep up with the fight. She was not even up to sustain the world she had created by tampering on the Chaos magic she could barely tolerate.

Wanda Maximoff gathered her power while circling the woman in front of her, she could feel the hurt she had created for her counterpart had reached out beyond the boundaries of the multiverse and it was something she would not tolerate. Beside her she could sense Y/N, a close shadow that was ready to jump in when necessary to offer protection and support; Wanda couldn’t help but smile.

“You won’t win.” Agatha tried to put up with a fight, she tried to hold onto the last threads of power inside her to get into the fight but she could no longer hold onto her powers for far too long.

You came from behind her your hands wrapping around her wrists while your shadows covered her feet spreading through her legs and body. Agatha was struggling, her eyes going wide open just as she started chanting in a language you did not recognize. Wanda opened her eyes wide, she stepped closer spreading her arms and chanting just the same, the runes trembling right above your head just before a myriad of images surrounded you breaking the darkness before going completely white.

“NO!” Agatha let out a guttural exclamation, her elbow hitting you square in the face but whatever strength she had in her to fight was haltered by your counterpart finishing what you started.

Wanda knew at that moment why she had been feared by Agatha, the power that was held inside her sent electric waves through her body. The power concentrated on her hand, and soon a single jewel showed on her palm while her counterpart continued with the ritual. The runes appeared right above her head, and without any indications, she started chanting as well.

You stepped back falling on your ass, blood rolling down your nose just as you saw the black figured being swallowed by the jewel. There was a moment of flickering lights and then, it stopped. Both Wanda’s stood right in front of the other, the jewel resting comfortably on the hand of Y/N’s wife.

The jewel took into a purplish colour, falling to the ground with a single thump.

The world went silent.

The darkness around you grew, with the stars twinkling right above your head.

Everything was still, with only your hard breathing breaking the tension around your ears. Your body was aching, your mind filled with memories of the past and the present all of them pilling up to overwhelmed you line of thoughts. You closed your eyes trying to forget and wait for everything to be back the way it was in the last year.

But you knew it was just an illusion.

Your world had been shaken up the moment Wanda and America showed up at your doorstep. The fight with Agatha brought back the memories you had tried to forget, it brought with it the truths you were not ready to face. You had always thought that you could outrun your motions, but the world has always taught you this was not possible. Not for someone like you, and certainly not for someone like Wanda.

When you opened your eyes you saw Wanda, your Wanda staring at you, but before anything could be done or said her eyes rolled back passing out of exhaustion. You caught up to her on time, her body falling on yours your face a mask of pure concern just as you ensure she rested comfortably on the ground.

You knew everyone was looking at you, but you decided to ignore them while checking Wanda over to make sure nothing else happened to her.

“Are you alright?” The other Wanda came to you, her voice sent shivers down your back, you didn’t dare to lift your eyes for fear of revealing far too much.

Instead, you nodded taking deep breaths while feeling the ground under your knees, without thinking too much about it, your hand brushed Wanda’s hair tenderly. The attention you were giving to her was something you never thought you would do again. The woman standing beside you shifted her weight and soon she was sitting right beside you; this time around you did turn around only to see her staring at you with big, curious eyes.

“She is still unconscious, but I believe she is no longer two halves of the same person.” Wanda lifted her face to the sky, her lips parting slightly. “Her magic is still erratic, but I believe she would be okay.”

“What about Agatha?” Your question entangled in your throat, scrunching up your nose you decided to conceal your emotions not ready to face the conversation or to address the white elephant hanging around you two.

“She will be trapped in this jewel until you and her decided what should be done with her.” Wanda handed over the jewel, you pursed your lips in disgust before grabbing the artifact.

“The book she had with her, it is the Darkhold, isn’t it?”

“It is.” You nodded this time around locking your eyes with hers.

“Are you taking it with you?”

Wanda broke into an easy smile shaking her head, “it’s not mine but yours. It would be better off in your world, where it belongs.”

“It should be destroyed.” You leaned back resting your hands on the ground.

“It should, but that would be your prerogative not ours.”

Your eyes drifted around the place before they settled on America and Y/N, both of them were engaged in a heavy discussion and you could teel this was the moment America had been waiting for a very long time. The feelings of guiltiness and sadness had been quite evident in her when you two met, right now this was the chance the young woman was waiting for to make amends. To reach for forgiveness.

“So, any idea how we are going to leave this place?”

Wanda nodded leaning back until she pointed to America and your counterpart.

“She is ready to use her powers, I believe she is the only one that can help us right now.”

Not sooner had Wanda said this the world started to tremble, the light of the stars flickered until they disappeared one by one. You straightened up with Wanda standing up as soon as she noticed this.

“I guess…we should try it right now.” You stood up turning to glance at the darkened world, everything was coming in and out of reality with the ground shaking for small periods of time.

“It was a matter of time.” Wanda placed a hand on your forearm, you couldn’t help the tension on your muscles the other woman softened her features stepping closer. “You will be back, and she will need help to recover from this.”

“I know.”

“Are you ready for that?” The question caught you off guard, you knew what was expected of you and what you could do with the woman that had broken your heart at some point.

You could hide behind that excuse until the end of time, but it would run out of any validity at some point. Sooner or later, you knew you would have to face Wanda and decisions must be made. The Wanda standing before you softened her features, her words would made your mind pound with the imminent decisions you would need to make.

“How deep is your anger, and how deep goes your love for you to not face what your heart already knows?” Wanda leaned in and you found yourself in a embrace you didn’t know you miss. Her voice was just a whisper, but it was everything you needed at the moment. “I won’t tell you what to do, but I will tell you my love to follow your instincts. They had never failed you.”

America glanced around the group with a nervous smile.

She glanced at her hands then back at you and Y/N, the words of encouragement were ringing inside her head while she tried to gather the courage to move onto the next step.

“Just think about it, kiddo.” Y/N stated grabbing the hand of her wife, America almost winced at those words because her mind had been a myriad of thoughts since they delegate the task of going back home on her.

You fixed the unconscious woman in your arms, putting her closer to you while looking over at America. The young woman closed her eyes, ready to open the portal when Wanda stopped her.

“Wait, America.” The redhead stepped closer placing her hand on America’s shoulder. “Remember, it is more than opening a portal, is about opening the right one.”

“I know, I know…it’s just…easier said than done.” America pursed her lips, she took a deep breath closing her eyes.

“Then, let yourself be guided by your emotions and what you remember of the place you want to go to.” Wanda squeezed the shoulder of the teen tenderly, and for that brief moment America felt it.

It was vague but it was there.

The same kind of energy she had felt on Wanda and Y/N, it was familiar yet different. She had felt it when she first fell upon that universe, the twins had carried with them a strange kind of energy that seemed to engulf the best of Wanda and Y/N.

America closed her eyes and, without thinking to much, she followed the familiarity of that energy. Her mind bringing over the memories of her time in that land, finally easing out her fears and trusting in the women she had surrounding her.

The young woman clenched her fist, and with a single punch she opened the star-shaped portal.

All of them were ready to go home.

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♡ TREASURE’S REACTION WHEN YOU GIVE THEM THE SILENT TREATMENT

treasure x gn!reader | wc : 1.9k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, established relationship, slight fluff, angst, mentions of wounds, mentions of arguments, use of petnames | request — hii can i request treasure reaction when you give them a silent treatment after an argument

CHOI HYUNSUK

🐷 as soon as he realizes you are giving him the silent treatment, he just walks away, letting you have some time to yourself while he does the same

🐷 broken between tryna speak to you and holding a vow of silence himself

🐷 he’s just pacing around the room, not knowing what to say or do because he’s practically fighting his own conscious

🐷 because if there’s two things our luis daniel gonsalves choi loves, it’s talking to you and hearing your voice

🐷 so after a lot of mental conflict, he’d stand in front of you, just blabbering whatever comes to his mind because he doesn’t know what else to do

🐷 and ofc, seeing how frustrated he is, you’d give in too, because you too can’t bear not talking to hyunsuk

🐷 "would you please forgive me so i can show you this song i wrote about you?"

PARK JIHOON

🐼 it literally is as impossible as it sounds bc there's no way jihoon would let you stay silent with him like that

🐼 "babe? what's up? are you not gonna talk to me? hm? okay, i see how it is."

🐼 couple minutes later, manz is in front of you, phone in ear as he speaks to you

🐼 "kyu is asking if you are down to hang out?" he'd ask, catching you off guard

🐼 there was no junkyu on the other line but ofc you didn't know that

🐼 you fell for his tactic as you replied, "yeah, sure."

🐼 jihoon would have a shit-eating grin on his face, blabbering smth to ensure you still believed he was talking to junkyu

🐼 "he's asking if you can make your brownies when you are coming?" "oh, okay, i can do that."

🐼 "kyu is also asking if you are still mad at me?" he'd try his luck, waiting for an answer

🐼 "no, not re—wait a minute!" you'd frown at jihoon, not amused by his little trick to get you to speak to him

🐼 "nuh–uh, you can't go back to your silence now. you already spoke to me, so keep it going."

KANEMOTO YOSHINORI

🐯 fights with yoshi don’t escalate too far because he knows how to take a step back and let the rage blow over so you two can address the issue calmly

🐯 so until your anger blew over, you went on a vow of silence, not realizing how much it affected yoshi when you didn’t respond to him

🐯 he only approached you twice before walking away, and you thought he knew your silence was just your way of letting the rage blow over

🐯 because after all, that was his method too, right?

🐯 poor baby tiger was crying in his room, wondering if it was the end of your relationship  

🐯 you’d walk into his room to see him crying, instantly feeling guilty when he explained why he was crying

🐯 you’d assure him with lots of love, letting him know you two weren’t breaking up any time soon

🐯 tldr; he's a soft baby, don't hurt him part one

🐯 "don't do that to me, love. i really thought you wouldn't speak to me again."

KIM JUNKYU

🐨 after the end of an argument, bro thinks everything is magically resolved and back to normal

🐨 he’d just assume things like “oh, maybe y/n didn’t hear me” or “maybe y/n is focused on smth else” when you don’t respond

🐨 “dude, you do know y/n is mad at you, right?” jihoon would ask when he sees his best friend constantly try to speak to you and just wave it off when you didn’t respond

🐨 and that’s when the meteor of realization would hit junkyu, and he’d instantly be there by your side, apologizing for being an idiot

🐨 as he blabbers, you can’t help but laugh at his explanation, and you’d let him know that it was all in the past, just advising him to be more attentive the next time

🐨 “i am gonna be super attentive from now on, i promise. nothing is gonna get past me!”

TAKATA MASHIHO

🐹 if you wanted to be petty and give him the silent treatment, he’d do the same

🐹 the house is absolutely silent as you two just don’t make any effort to talk to the other

🐹 you will still do your work around the house, just without sharing a single word between the two of you

🐹 that is until mashiho hurts himself while cooking because even tho he doesn’t admit it, he’s a bit worried if he went too far with the argument you two had

🐹 immediately, you are at his side, taking care of his wound as you checked on him, repeatedly making sure he was alright as you made him sit

🐹 the two of you would start talking after that, forgetting about your vows of silence until mashiho would bring it up later at night because he wanted to resolve the issue for good

🐹 “next time we fight, we are not pulling any of those silent treatments. we are gonna talk it out like adults, okay?”

YOON JAEHYUK

🦁 bro very much worships you 🥹🫶

🦁 nah but like he'd malfunction if you don't talk to him after an argument

🦁 usually, y'all sort out of your issues just fine and get it out of the way so this silent treatment was totally new

🦁 "babe? baby? my love? y/n?"

🦁 his voice was getting more desperate with every word, brows furrowed as he panicked a little at the lack of your response

🦁 jaehyuk wouldn't leave your side, stuck to you as he tried to get you to speak to him again

🦁 the breaking point was when he'd tear up as he spoke to you, instantly making you throw your arms as you consoled him

🦁 tldr; he's a soft baby, don't hurt him part two

🦁 "i'm really sorry, y/n. please just talk to me again. i'm sorry."

HAMADA ASAHI

🤖 asahi is pretty silent himself, so he instantly catches on when you don’t talk to him

🤖 he’ll run every possible scenario through his head regarding your lack of speech, and it’d land on the fact you two very recently had a disagreement

🤖 at first, he’d give you the space you need, thinking you’d come around after a couple of hours, but when it doesn’t work, he’s overwhelmed

🤖 will give his friends a call, because he’s unsure if he should give you more time or just fall at your feet and beg for mercy

🤖 thankfully, yoshi and mashiho had good advice for him, which asahi immediately carried out, approaching you and asking if you two could talk

🤖 once you nodded, he’d sit down and discuss the situation, wondering if it was because of the argument you two had

🤖 he’d apologize for driving you to the point where you had to give him a silent treatment for him to understand

🤖 “i'm sorry, my love. let’s promise to talk out our issues next time, okay?”

BANG YEDAM

🦊 like mashiho, yedam would give you the silent treatment as well

🦊 he thinks he’s winning, thinking he’s proving a point by joining you out of pettiness

🦊 but you weren’t backing down and he was getting slightly annoyed, so he’d resort to phase two of the plan

🦊 kissing the silence out of you

🦊 it’s just as simple as it sounds; yedam would kiss you all over your face until you had to talk to him

🦊 you two would be giggly messes as he pulled away, all the arguments forgotten as you two stared at each other, just happy to be together

🦊 “you can’t try that on me, babes. my kisses are a master of conflict resolution.”

KIM DOYOUNG

🐰 instantly picks up that you are giving him the silent treatment because he notices your lack of words

🐰 doyoung would recount whatever happened and will think about the argument you two had earlier, wondering if anything he said struck a chord with you

🐰 because fights with you two don’t end badly, since you two always to resolve things

🐰 he’d sit you down and talk it out, apologizing if he said anything out of line to hurt your feelings and you’d do the same, appreciating the fact he apologized

🐰 doyoung would defo crack a joke or two as soon as you resolve things, earning a playful punch from you at his words

🐰 “now explicitly describe exactly how painful it was for you to not talk to me.”

WATANABE HARUTO

🦙 can’t believe your audacity to give him the silent treatment part one

🦙 he’d play along with your antics, shrugging and walking away when you wouldn’t respond to him

🦙 ruto would just behave as he usually does, just not talking as much because there wasn’t a point in doing so if you weren’t gonna respond

🦙 you’d soon catch onto his behavior, realizing your silent treatment was backfiring since he wasn’t reacting to any of it

🦙 but just as you are about to give in and talk to him, ruto will approach you, a worried look on his face because it’s been literal hours since you last spoke to him

🦙 “you aren’t going to break up with me, are you?”

🦙 and that’s when you realize it’s gone too far, quickly pulling him into your embrace as you apologized for letting things escalate this far

🦙 “i seriously hate you for this. but thank goodness, you aren’t that mad at me. i love you too much, it hurts.”

PARK JEONGWOO

🐺 can’t believe your audacity to give him the silent treatment part two

🐺 literally scoffs in your face when you don’t respond to him

🐺 “oh, is this what we’re doing, huh?” 🙄😑🤔😤

🐺 will wait around a bit to see if you change up, but after a couple of hours if you still don’t talk, he’s gonna turn to his last resort

🐺 whining; manz is gonna annoy you into speaking to him again

🐺 but ofc after being with him for so long, you were unfazed which would then just deflate his mood

🐺 “are you really going to do this?” 🥺😭☹️🥹

🐺 you’d defo cave in after seeing his pouty face, giving him a kiss before talking to him again

🐺 “talk to me again, y/n, hm? please?”

SO JUNGHWAN

🐮 super king cow baby will be so pouty when you give him the silent treatment

🐮 even after he apologized, you wouldn’t utter a single word and just blankly stare at him, making him even sadder

🐮 after lots of pleads, hwan would defo get on his knees as he stood in front of you, absolutely no hesitation in begging you to speak to him

🐮 “i'm gonna stay like until you forgive me, so please talk to me, y/n.”

🐮 you though he was joking, you really did

🐮 but when he followed you on his knees when you walked around, you felt super bad, realizing he was super serious about his words

🐮 immediately kneeling next to him, you’d apologize for your childish behavior, checking on junghwan to see if he was hurt

🐮 if he was hurt, you’d feel super guilty, tears pricking your eyes, but junghwan would only smile, just happy to hear talking to him

🐮 “i'm fine. seriously, i am. i just wanted to hear you talk to me again.”

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[ghostlychief]

Hi, your articles about Simon ghost are interesting. Can I also make a request, please? How does he react to a reader with a big dog? The dog is very protective and affectionate towards the reader. and the dog's eyes are different colors. I will send you a photo of the dog.

HELLO!! First of all, thank you for reading my Ghost fics, that means so much <3 Secondly, i love this request because one, i love dogs, and TWOOO i love big big dogs. I hope you enjoy what i threw together, and take care <3

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That Makes Two of Us

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader (can read as fem, gn, or male really)

wc: 900+

warnings: none

A/N: I apologize for any grammar/spelling mistakes lol pls forgive me

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You can’t remember a time when you didn’t have a dog. Growing up, you were always surrounded by dogs, and had one by the time you were age five. Later, in your early teenage years, your family got another one. Needless to say, it wasn’t a surprise when you bought a dog of your own, after you graduated and got a full-time job.

When you saw your new puppy for the first time, she was already perfect in your eyes. She had mismatched eyes- one blue and one brown. Her fur was as dark as a raven’s feather, and shiny too. You decided to name her Daphne, after a character from one of your favorite TV shows.

You could already tell she was going to be a big dog, just by the size of her paws when she was a puppy. And your assumption was right, because she turned out to be about 65 pounds, paws almost as big as your palm.

You guys became two peas in a pod, and you trained her well. She was smart, loyal and very affectionate with you. It’s all you ever could have wanted in a dog, a companion.

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While Daphne was lovey and affectionate towards you, her loyalty showed when she met strangers. She was mostly weary with men she didn’t know. Sure, your dad and close guy friends were no issue for her, she trusted them and therefore she trusted them around you.

However, newer men she didn’t recognize the scent of, or strangers on the sidewalk (strange men), she immediately became alert, ready to do anything for you, anything to protect you. This personality trait of hers was always difficult when in came to dating. Because more often than not, your fling with a guy didn’t last long. It was a cycle of introducing Daphne to a new man, which took her some time to getting used to, to that man completely disappearing from your life, all for it to start again.

It wasn’t until you met Simon aka “Ghost” for things to level out, be “steady” so to say. You and Simon have been dating for about three and a half months at this point. You both went on countless dinner dates, occasionally got drinks, and enjoyed the city where you both lived. All which required him not to see Daphne, or meet her, nonetheless. Sure, you showed him pictures of your baby, and babbled on about her when you guys hung out, but he hasn’t had the pleasure of meeting her.

You decided that after the fourth failed fling/thing with a guy, you would wait until you were seeing a guy for about 4-5 months until you introduced them to your dog. Not wanting to continue to confuse her, by having her meet strangers, and people that wouldn’t be in your life for a long time.

With Simon though, you guys instantly hit it off. He was a little bit quirky, with a dry sense of humor that matched your sarcasm. He was fun to be around and brought out a side of you, you haven’t seen in quite a long time. You were happy, and you trusted him. You only wished that Daphne would trust him as much, because deep-deep down in the pits of your heart, you were starting to fall in love with Simon.

It was after you guys went to dinner one night, that you brought Simon over to your place for the first time. You were a little bit nervous. One, because you were bringing home a devastatingly handsome and tall man, and two, because you weren’t sure how Daphne would react.

You quietly unlocked your door and ushered Simon inside. After you turned on the lights, you could hear Daphne’s paws patter on your floor, signaling to you that she woke up, and was coming to greet you. Though, when she saw Simon standing next to you, she instantly stopped in her tracks, and quirked her head to the side, her ears perked. Not expecting a guest to be with you.

She immediately started barking, her low, powerful bark resonating off the walls of your home.

“I take it she doesn’t like strangers?” Simon remains next to you, but doesn’t show any signs that he’s afraid of your giant black dog barking four feet away from him.

“Well…she’s a little protective of me.” You turn to look at Simon, with a sheepish smile on your pretty face.

“That makes two of us, then.” You try not to let Simon’s deep voice and confession get to you too much, but it’s hard and you find your cheeks warming.

You just laugh at his statement, and make your ways towards Daphne, to try and console her. Once you’ve got her calmed down, you usher Simon over.

“Ok, just approach her on the side, but don’t turn towards her, keep your body perpendicular to hers. And stick your hand out for her to sniff. This will let her know that you’re no threat.”

He does just that, and effortlessly, which you’re not surprised about. You’re certain he’s often around military trained dogs due to his job.

Daphne reluctantly sniffs Simon’s hand, but you can tell he won her over because she starts to lick him, and then lets him pet her on the head. Her tail starts to wag vigorously, and now her barks are lighter, more playful as she greets your new friend.

With a smirk coating his lips, Simon asks her, “See, I’m not too bad, am I?”

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Hope you enjoyed!

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[notsofunsenpai]

Didn't proofread,so if there's spelling mistakes and grammar issues, forgive me,it's 2am😭😭

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Lucifer was walking with Charlie as he pushes the buggy,he would gotten one with the animal shaped ones but they were all taken,and at this place they don't have a place for Charlie to sit so she's walking. Boy, did he regret that because the first thing his little devil did was run straight to everything,trying to catch up with her fast little legs."My little duckling,please slow down. Have mercy on your mama." He says. Charlie didn't hear him she was busy looking at everything along with touching everything. lucifer spent like twenty minutes casing after Charlie,telling her to come back when she got to far away from her,he also had to take things from her because he doesn't want her to accidentally swollen anything that she'll choke on,he won't hear the end of that. Finally, at last, he just decides to hold in one arm as he drives the cart in the other.  Charlie squirmed around,trying to be freed,"fweee!" She says,huffing and pouting.

"No honey,I might get in trouble if something happens to you, and I don't want Dada to strangle me or put me on the couch with no snuggles for weeks!"He says to her, but Charlie kept moving around,and eventually, he let her go,but kept an eye on her.  He managed to get everything he needed,milk,cleaning stuff,and stuff for Jambalaya along with other foods they needed. He also brought Charlie some snacks and toys,even though she has plenty at home. He paid for everything then they went back home,he lets Charlie free from her carseat,helping her out of the car as she goes inside to play with her new toys as Alastor smiles softly at her as he goes and help Lucifer with some of the bags but before that he gives him a kiss on the cheek.

"I missed you." He said, smiling at his lover who grins back at him.

"See told you,you'd missed me!" Lucifer says as Alastor rolls his eyes as they carry the stuff in,along with closing the truck and locking the car up. They got things out of the bags,throwing the plastic bags into recycling,Lucifer started putting stuff away as Alastor started making dinner.

Once lucifer was done, he went to play with her and her new toys. They played till they were called for dinner, and the three sat conversing while eating. Which somehow ended up with Lucifer and Alastor competing for Charlie's love. The two sat next to Charlie,"Char Char, if you share your food with me, it means you loove me more than dada." He said opening his mouth,hoping she'll give him some of her food. Alastor scoffs at him,"Darling,with you share with me I'll make any dessert you desire." He smiles softly at his daughter. Charlie immediately give some of her food to her dad,who smiles at Lucifer with a smirk. "Not fair!" Lucifer pouts,putting his hands on his face pretending to cry. Charlie frowns,tilting her head,"Mwma? Crying?" She didn't like seeing her parents sad or crying,it makes her sad,she uses her hand to grab some of her food,"Mawa no Saad! Hwere!" She said as Lucifer peeks out from his hands,with a smile and open his mouth,letting his daughter feed him.

"I still won."

"Shut it." Lucifer said chewing.

"Mama,feel better?" Charlie asked.

The blonde nods with a smile making his daughter smile,they finished their meal and went to the living room to family time which was basically playing with Charlie and also teaching her new words and such. Also Lucifer finally put away the clothes that were in the dryer whenever he got up,he put the clothes back where they belong and when he was finished he cleaned Charlie up while Alastor did the dishes and put away the toys and such.

Lucifer was currently laying next to Charlie,reading her a bedtime story about a Queen and finding her lost King,which Charlie enjoyed alot.

She looked at him,"Mawa Dada's Queen?" She asked tilting her head at the other blonde.

Lucifer feels himself smile as his ears heat up,"Yes I'm your father's Queen,we love and cherish each other and fightt against the evil bad guys who dare separate us!" He dramatically says,earning a happy squeal from Charlie.

"Come on kiddo,we gotta get you to bed." He said tucking her in along with giving her a good night kiss on the head.

"Good night my little demon. " He smiles softly at his daughter.

"Good night." She says before closing her eyes.

Lucifer then leaves Charlie's room,making sure to spray the bathroom and under her bed for monsters before he left and leaving the door open just a crack so they can hear her if she wakes up.

Lucifer goes back to the shared room as he see Alastor drying his hair while on the bed,"How's my lovely queen on this night hmm?" He hears his partner asking.

"How much did you hear?" Lucifer replied,turning red again.

"Just enough." The other replied,putting the towel down and brushing his hair as the fallen angel sits next to him.

"How embarrassing. "

"I found it quite cute." The radio demon says,kissing his lover softly.

"You're cuter." Luci retorts.

His Bambi raises his eyebrow at him,"You've mistaken,I can not be cuter when you're so submissive and bratty while listening to everything I say and do,plus the way you look at me sometimes darling is the most wonderful thing I laid my eyes on.",he said touching Lucifer's chin,bringing him in for kiss.

"Don't say things like tha-"

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They both turn their heads as the heard some noises,Alastor's ears were perked up,"Thought you put our little angel to bed?" He asked.

"I did too..though it did feel to easy how fast she went to 'sleep'."

"I'll handle this." Alastor said,getting up from the bed.

"Don't be to harsh on her." The blonde pouts at him.

"That will depend on what she's getting her little hands on and how bad it is." He said,disappearing.

Lucifer laid back onto the bed,touching his lips still with the same pout on his face,"I'm not cute .."He says waiting for his partner to come back and tell him what Charlie got into.

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ATEEZ Kim Hongjoong Tarot Reading - Future Spouse

Disclaimer: I do tarot readings for fun, so please read them with a grain of salt. Don’t take my words too seriously and just keep an open mind. Tarot is a divination tool that can’t predict the future, as every single individual has their own will and makes their own decisions. Tarot should be seen as a guidance and a good friend that just has your best interest and gives you advice when needed. I’m not putting anyone in my readings on a pedestal nor am I trying to harm anyone. One last side note, I’m not a native speaker, so please excuse any wrong spellings or poor grammar.

Date of Reading: October 8th 2023

Decks: Ethereal Visions Tarot, Wild Mystic Oracle, Dreamscape Oracle, Romance Angel Oracle, Love Oracle, island time wellness love Oracle, Angel Answers Oracle Cards

0 The Fool, IX The Hermit, XVIII The Moon, Four of Wands, Nine of Wands

this is someone who wants to explore the world with him and wants to go on adventures

they’re very creative and love to travel

they try to see the good in everyone

but could get taken advantage of easily because of that

someone playful and carefree, someone who allows Hongjoong’s inner child to feel safe and sound

they have a pretty innocent and pure aura and energy surrounding them, like they can’t hurt a fly

but they’re very protective over their loved ones and won’t stop standing up for themselves and their beliefs

they adapt to their surroundings easily and have no issues fitting into different societies

but that also means they could wear a mask most of the time and are hard to read to protect themself

Hongjoong needs a lot of time to actually get to know their true self

but he kinda likes that aspect, it’s like going on a treasure hunt and discovering something new, he doesn’t seem to mind that

I see them as more introverted than extroverted, but still a very social introvert (getting INFP vibes)

they like social gatherings with their loved ones

they could be a dancer or just generally love to dance

it’s someone very determined to reach their goals and desires

forgives but never forgets

once you’re in their inner circle, they’ll give their everything to you

whenever they feel like they lost themself, they will log themself out of this world for a moment and need some time alone

they put a lot of work in self care and soul searching and will help Hongjoong do the same

they’re a night owl and love to daydream

I’m seeing long deep talks at night between the two of them

it’s like having your bestie over for a sleepover and you guys keep talking about anything and everything throughout the whole night

it’s someone who values this connection as much as Hongjoong does, they take their relationships serious

relationships are sacred to them

but they could play hard to get or generally are hard to pin down

I’m not saying they have commitment issues because this doesn’t feel like it, it’s more like they know their worth and won’t settle for less

could be like Hongjoong has to really put a lot of work in to get into a connection with his fs

I see someone who has been through a lot of karmic lessons and karmic relationships

they’re pretty deeply wounded but extremely strong

both of them actually teach each other to love themselves and be less harsh to themselves

they maybe could’ve been together in past lives

they will have a constant honeymoon phase

he’s looking for true love and finds it in his fs

they maybe want to build a family together or just generally build the best life for each other to grow old in stillness and happiness

his fs has this energy that allows Hongjoong to be completely free of any worries

I don’t think he has met them yet

could have Pisces placements

could be someone who’s older than him but looks younger

objectively very beautiful with maybe longer curly hair and puppy or boba eyes

Love,

~Nicky 🫧

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SEXSOMNIA U SAY?? 👀👀

GUS!! 😍 HELL YEAH, SEXSOMNIA I DO SAY 😈 okay, so we all know that ned's stress levels go through the roof once they get stuck in the pack and frank takes to drinking like he doesn't want to live anymore, right? so i thought, why not make him so stressed out that all his various repressed victorian issues manifest in him becoming a sexsomniac, aka a sleepfucker :D featuring sex dreams, sleep!sex, switching, and ned's continually declining mental state. fair warning however, as i started writing this firmly with initial dub-con and later cnc in mind, given the subject matter.

and ofc, me being me, this was never NOT going to be joplittle, seeing as they make up about 85% of my terror wips, and around 98% of my brain (1.8% of which is dedicated to thinking about mcnulty at all times, with the remaining 0.2% going towards basic life functions. like sleeping. or breathing.)

so! without further ado, a snippet under the cut, for nsfw purposes (please forgive any spelling or grammar mistakes you see in this; it's still very much a rough draft):

On the third night of waking hard and wanting, chasing the intangible comfort of bodily heat, Edward heaves himself upright after lying breathless and frustrated in the dark for what had seemed at least half an hour, pulls on his trousers and boots, shrugs into his greatcoat and pockets his pipe and tobacco pouch with a mind to relieving George from his position. He’d already had the first watch that night, but sleep seems unlikely to revisit him now, as agitated as he is, and in the absence of a suitable outlet for his desires, keeping busy must take up the slack.

It’s as he’s making his way towards the main hatch, not really paying much heed to anything other than the placement of his own dragging feet, that he quite literally bumps into Jopson. 

“My apologies, Lieutenant,” Jopson offers, blinking owlishly at him before quickly schooling his expression into something more diffident and compliant. He’d stepped back smartly upon taking note of Edward’s presence, but not smart enough to avoid the quick, awkward collision of shoulders and chests in the cramped space of the passageway that follows. “I didn’t expect to run into anyone in officer's country save Lieutenant Hodgson, or perhaps one of the doctors at this hour.” 

Edward’s mouth has gone rather dry. 

Since he’d first boarded Terror in Greenhithe, something that seems nearly a lifetime ago now, Thomas Jopson has stuck in his mind like a particularly egregious thorn. Diligent and competent, the man performs his duties to a standard more exacting than even Edward’s own; as fine an example of a captain’s steward as any Edward can think to name. And yet there always seems to be something sharp and prodding beneath that well-polished veneer of deference, a watchful sort of interest that sets Edward’s teeth on edge. That he’s handsome in that particular way that would set even the most pious penitent’s eyes to roving on dry land, only serves to add to Edward’s sense of discomfiture whenever he’s confronted with Jopson’s otherwise unassuming presence. 

“Sir?” Jopson ventures politely and Edward comes back to himself. 

“A bit restless tonight, Mr. Jopson,” he replies, somewhat hesitant. He doesn’t owe Jopson the explanation, but it feels indecorous not to offer it, especially after having blindly blundered into him. “I was of a mind to relieve Lieutenant Hodgson, in fact.” 

“Not much of the third watch left to relieve him of, if you don’t mind me saying so, sir,” Jopson responds, chin tilted consideringly. “But perhaps I could fetch you a cup of tea if you’d like?”

Edward considers the offer, taking a long look at the main hatch over Jopson’s shoulder. The idea of being up on deck had been a particularly unpleasant one even as he’d shaken off the afterimages of the latest dream, but it had seemed the only viable option at the time. Jopson’s comparative offer is much more tempting, even if the tea will only aid in his tiredness come daybreak. 

“Only if it won’t be any trouble, Mr. Jopson,” Edward agrees after a moment. 

“This way then, Lieutenant. And it’s no trouble at all, sir,” Jopson assures him with a faint smile, really no more than a quick quirk at one corner of his mouth. But the sight is enough to send a flush of warmth racing up Edward’s spine all the same as he follows Jopson’s lead to the officer’s mess. 

“I thought to brew a fresh pot for Lieutenant Hodgson on his way down, so it’s rather fortunate our paths crossed as they did, sir. Saves us both some trouble now, doesn’t it?” 

Edward frowns at that. “Shouldn’t Mr. Gibson be attending to this, then?” Billy Gibson is a suitably decent and motivated steward, if not a particularly noteworthy one, and Edward’s never had cause for complaint with the man or his work before, nor considered him the kind to shirk his duties, but if he’s fobbing chores off onto Jopson– 

“Ah, no, sir,” Jopson cuts in before ducking his head awkwardly. Edward catches only a brief glimpse of his expression, but it’s enough to register it as an embarrassed sort of discomfort. “I was having trouble sleeping myself, so I offered to take up his shift.” 

Before Edward can think to control himself, a surprised bark of laughter escapes him. Jopson chances a look back at him over his shoulder, discomfort giving way to bemusement. “What a pair we make, Mr. Jopson,” Edward tells him, shaking his head. 

“Indeed, Lieutenant Little,” Jopson replies with another small, evasive smile, expression clear once more as he holds the door to the mess open for Edward to enter. “Be right back, sir,” he tells Edward, before heading off to fetch the tea service. 

Later, back in his berth with a belly full of warm tea, Edward closes his eyes and doesn’t dream of anything other than blue eyes and quiet company. 

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“Sir. Oh, sir,” Jopson’s voice hitches on a moan muffled into the meat of Edward’s shoulder, teeth grazing the sweat-slicked skin there. He’s sat firmly in Edward’s lap, thighs splayed wide atop him, regal in his nakedness, and Edward is buried to the hilt in his brilliant, blazing heat; mind empty of anything else save the gloriously winding coil of lust slung low and tight about his groin like a clove hitch. 

“Edward,” Jopson breathes against him, setting fire wherever his mouth makes contact, body tightening around Edward’s prick like the most exquisite vice. “Harder. I want to-” A groan, an indrawn breath. “God, I want to know your shape always, want to feel how well you fill me for days to come.” 

Edward, blind to anything but his need and the sound of Jopson’s voice, obeys; thrusts deeper, and sharper, angling just so to hit that place he knows so well from his own experience can bring a man to rushing, all-consuming crisis in a matter of minutes. Above him, Jopson is a living conflagration, every place his body touches Edward’s a red-hot brand. He’s never been so warm before in all his life, nor so grateful for such heat. 

“Edward, Edward, there, just there,” Jopson sings out his praises, hands fisted in Edward’s hair, hips undulating like a serpent, taking his aching prick so well, as if he’d been made for it, sculpted from the finest clay - and all for Edward, only for him. 

Edward’s eyes are squeezed shut, body drawn corkscrew-tight with pleasure. He’s close, he’s so close- 

“Sir?” Jopson questions, but his voice is different, no longer rough and breathless with desire. Edward can feel the wave cresting, ready to break. His cock is a piston between Jopson’s thighs, the rhythm of his thrusts punishing, the sound of flesh meeting flesh carrying around them, loud like the staccato of rapping knuckles on wood. 

“Sir?” Jopson asks again, voice stranger still. Edward wraps a tight fist around Jopson’s own length, hard against his belly, hoping it’ll distract him. He’s on the very edge now, sparks dancing behind his closed eyes, a bonfire blazing in the dark there. 

“Lieutenant Little, sir, it’s morning already.” 

Jopson kisses the words onto his brow with Billy Gibson’s voice just as Edward’s crisis hits, and Edward jolts awake in a tangle of limbs and bedlinens with Jopson’s name still caught in the back of his throat. 

“Sir, is everything alright?” Gibson’s unsure voice comes floating again from beyond the door to Edward’s cabin, following another knock. 

“A moment please, Gibson,” Edward pants out, heart racing, stiff and uncomfortable under a sheen of quickly cooling, souring sweat; the remnants of his lust still warm and tacky where it sticks his nightshirt to his skin.

[shattered-realm-twisted-reality]

PART TWO: Thoxa’s Voice

(This is the beginning of Thoxa's tale, her links with the wider world of SRTR, and the beginning of a great adventure for a small wanna-be idol! Please forgive any spelling/grammar issues, I'm not the best editor!) From an early age there had always been a rumor, a passed down story that was still believed within the little community in the Crystal Caverns. Everyone had some sort of taint from the Crystals all around them. The goblins had adapted best of all being the first of the cave dwellers. They knew the magic in the shining walls. Crystal Goblins as they were now called, had been the first because of their mysterious ancestor bringing her family here and raising them within the caverns and their wealth of resources and safety within the large network of cave systems, spread worldwide.

“Fae folk created the caverns,” Graying sparkling goblin grandmas would whisper by the hearth at night. “There was a great war among them, as humanity began to crawl out of its cradle. They created a twin world, a shining realm—but their conflict shattered it. It’s said the magic collapsed into the Earth, spreading like a virus through the Underground.” Wide eyed listeners would admire the formations all around them, the gently glowing cyan and pink and every color in between. Pulsing with life, with ancient power that worked in unpredictable ways. Another rumor about these mysterious Fae was far more substantial when those who explored outside the caves came back with tales about a mysterious forest at the base of the mountain. It was a beautiful and confusing place, and no matter what the weather was, the closer they got to it the warmer and more spring-like it became, and the sun would seem to set. This was enough to deter most: they needed to get home before dark. If they ventured on, they’d begin to find structures that seemed to be made of crystals: great cracked pillars shining stories high, or crumbling walls and roads. Eventually though, before they could explore further, the outsiders would feel dizzy and then return to their original path, the forest now behind them.

“It has to be Fae folk, still out there. No other kin or kind can do such tricks.” The elders of the caves would say among one another, shaking their heads. “Best to steer clear, it’s more than we can understand.”

These rumors are the mysteries of the Underground, the world Thoxa has always known. Born to simple farming folk in the Southern Reaches of the Caverns, she was eagerly independent from a young age, knowing that someday the tunnels could lead her to new and exciting places, much like that ancient ancestor learned. The rumors of fae, of the magic, of course always fascinated her–she loved the glittering power of the crystals, how they took her over from a young age, growing from her smooth skin, little glowing gems. Even her stretch marks seemed to show she was a glowing crystal herself, cracking over her glowing skin like a geode. “Built-In Glam!” She’d call it, also obsessed with any little trinket about pop stars, idols, as well as fashion and music of all kinds. She began to learn the tunnels around her home well, making friends and exploring the Above, usually little suburban neighborhood dumps where she could find discarded CD’s and tapes, ripped clothes and out of style magazines. Her glowing skin and eyes made these trips work best at night, when they aided her in searching for her treasures. She’d make herself little shows in abandoned small caves, bending over tees to bedazzle them and lip syncing to decades old Britney. When she reached maturity, these girlish fantasies never seemed to die along with the rest of her childhood dreams. Eventually Thoxa was on her own, packing her things and setting off to live further into the mountains, finding some friendly locals to share a home with for protection’s sake, and because well–life is lonely in the Underground without some cavemates.

It was this same mountain that those who explored Above said the Fae Forest was. When she heard that, she became excited–glittering faeries were another childhood dream of sorts, but the forest alone sounded beautiful. Whole towers of crystal? She had to find out for herself. However she was used to striking out at night, so plotted her journey and set out after dusk, her eyes keen on the dark trail. “This way,” She muttered, studying a little hand-drawn map she’d made, based on all that she had researched. Despite the young goblin woman’s silly demeanor, she was rather mature and clever, planning ahead for weeks before setting out. She’d even made sure the weather would be nice, but not too warm. She had to feel the Springtime for herself.

The cave entrance was near the base of the mountain, so thankfully finding her way down the narrow path wasn’t too difficult. Even if some of the steeper drops made her nervous, feet always a bit clumsy. Once at the bottom, she looked around…it was a little hilly landscape, dotted with stands of pine and oak here and there, but not exactly a forest. A landmark–she’d been told that they turned when they reached a big bounder, fallen from the mountain. Which direction, and where the boulder might be, she didn’t know. Gathering a courageous little inhale, she set her repaired hiking boots in the direction of the pines, figuring some trees meant more trees, and the boulder had to roll down straight-ish from the rocky hillside. It felt like hours, going through the nighttime world, on edge to be Above in a still unfamiliar territory.

This wasn’t the quiet Above back home, it was wilderness all around with owls and bats sweeping overhead for their supper, and the slow start of spring frogs chirping from the nearby creek. She saw this world in shades of gray and black, the moon hidden away behind the clouds, but the cave dweller still pressed on, able to clearly see her path and avoid tripping over tree roots. At last a boulder, covered over with moss, called from the right hand side, a big mound in the dark. Rushing over, she put her hand on it with a little laugh, smacking the ancient granite. “HA! Found ya. Now…what next.” She looked around at the trees, closed her eyes, tried to feel the air, get a hint somehow. It was possible she’d find nothing—that the researched stories from old borrowed books and talking with the locals were all too old and the information a true fairy tale now.

Why then did her heart race so much? She was nervous, even fearful of this unfamiliar dark. Biting her lip, she pulled out a cheap set of earbuds, attached to a long outdated Ipod. Music to steady the nerves, but one earbud out and dangling as she made her way towards the old oaks. “B-baby can’t you see, I’m callin’…” She sang nervously under her breath, clutching the map in one hand, her device in the other.

Her feet found a rhythm, a dance, and she began to move forward through the trees, hopeful as they thickened. The music helped, chasing away any spooky vibes with bubblegum stained optimism. She tucked her Ipod into her jacket pocket, shoving the arm up and holding it out as she paused. It was–a little warmer. “Ha, getting’ warmer,” She laughed to herself, and then nearly tripped. Stumbling, she turned to see what had caught her toe–only to gasp at the sight of the biggest single white crystal she’d ever seen, poking casually out of the ground, cracked a little on one side. “Woah.” She crouched, eyes wide as a hand stroked it. “So pretty.” It was still dark, so it glowed like her, but maybe brighter–warmer. It felt warm too, like sunshine had been beating down on it recently. She rose and kept going forward, determined. “I won’t let you turn me away,” She called out in a sing-song. “I know what you wanna do–” She reached into her backpack, taking out a little roll of pink ribbon and a pocket knife. “But I won’t let you confuse me.” She tied a bow around a low branch, and then kept moving. Every few trees, another bow to track her way. If she saw them again ahead, she knew she was being twisted.

However she wasn’t expecting her next find. A great stone and crystal gate–no it was ALL made of the same white quartz, shining and cracked around the edges. Her breath caught and she stopped still, hands tensing at her sides, still carrying the ribbon and map.

“No way…” She reached out, feeling something strange. A sensation that flooded her own emotions, making her fearful of the gate, doubtful of herself. Her hand hesitated before touching it, but when she did it was even warmer. Looking past it, she could see the trees closing in all around, dense and lush, different than before. The air even smelled different, fresher, the hint of nearby running water on the wind. Yet her body seemed to stay still in place, refusing to carry her through the gate. She didn’t have to go through it, she could have gone around—

She smiled to herself. “But that’s not the way we do things, right?” She took another deep breath again and took out her earbuds, tucked the ipod and ribbon into her bag again. All the stories, all the magic simmering in the background of her own existence–here it felt REAL. Like it was undeniable that this gate was purposeful, a trick, a challenge. So she forced her foot forward, with a grunt, then another. “I’m stubborn,” She huffed in defiement. “And too curious. I gotta know why we glow–I gotta know—” She didn’t make sense, she was standing inside the archway now and feeling a wave of dizziness. “It’s a trick,” She huffed, and pushed through. It felt like something sort of gave way, and from one second she was in the chilly forest and the next–someplace entirely. Someplace both beautiful and ruined.

Dusk had settled in, forever. The trees spaced now elegantly and healthy on either side, a cracked and meandering white path dotting through the lush grass under her feet. It was spring, balmy and delightful but not hot. The air smelled like sweet blooms, the sound of a nearby spring burbling away. As she walked, she noticed more cracked crystal, walls, pillars, doorways. Huge shards stuck out here and there, bursting from the soft earth and glowing like sunrise.

“Oh my what a sight.” A little voice chimed out of the tree above, a little blooming maple. Twisting, Thoxa found herself face to face with a little pixie. Dark round eyes shining down from the flowery branches, gossamer lavender and silver hair flowing down around her nude humanoid body, her arms like bird wings with blue and silver opal feathers, her legs feathery and clawed to match.

“I-I could say ditto.” Thoxa finally found her voice, unable to help the uneasy laughter as the little pixie fluttered down, perching on a closer branch as the goblin stepped forward. “What is this place?”

“A place where even the most glittery little goblin should not tread!” Pixie giggled, the sound shrill. “You remind me of a story though. Of a little goblin and a big dragon who live in caves in the mountain. She was shiny too, all ate up by the Glowing.”

“G-glowing, a dragon?!” Thoxa looked around–was this the only faerie here? She was told the Fae all disappeared eons before they knew about them. “H-how…”

“Oh I’ve been here a long time, but this place is frozen in time since—” The Pixie squinted. “Shouldn’t the Veil have turned you back though?”

“I’m guessing that’s the weirdness I felt going through that,” She hooked her thumb at the white archway many yards behind her. The Pixie giggled.

“Oh you are a little fool! Or brave. Or blessed! Who knows. The magic here is wild, returned to Gaia with very few orders in place.”

“I don’t–” Thoxa tried to keep up, not really understanding what the Pixie meant as she suddenly jumped to her feet, fluttering up in front of the goblin’s face.

“Keep going, explore. You might as well—you may never go back to where you came from now!” She giggled as Thoxa’s heart sank with fear, those panicked eyes wide as Pixie whizzed away into the treetops, leaving a little aura of glitter behind her. All around here, there seemed to stir some acknowledgement of her presence–she felt watched.

“I-I can just go back through, right…?” She said, turning—but the archway, the white gate, was gone. Nothing but more cracked towers leaning to one side, crumbling walls. All of it still shining and warm, some covered by moss and vines and wildflowers. A showing of time indeed passing, or simply nature struggling against the ruins. Thoxa moved forward, figuring the Pixie might have been helpful telling her to explore. Maybe something more lay ahead.

And something more did. Over a small hill, she was treated to the sight of an old building, the front walls destroyed entirely, the back and sides crumbling. It revealed the inside like a cracked open dollhouse of what looked to be a once grand room, with colorful stained glass motifs of graceful figures, shattered across their faces. The floor was made of wide tiles, leading up to a platform at the back, shredded tapestries hanging behind what remained of a throne. A creek had dug a path through the room, burbling clean water among the pale soft ruins, moss and grass taking over between the cracks.

As Thoxa drew near, all seemed to grow still and hushed. Her old boots shuffled across the stone, and she felt like she was in a fancy cathedral she had seen in movies, the hole in the ceiling of the place showing the lavender starry sky above. Always dusk. The tapestry shuffled without wind and Thoxa froze in place. “H-hello? I-I’m sorry to have come here–like this,” She began, speaking with uncertainty but compelled to talk to the mysterious chamber around her. “”I’ve always wanted to know–about the magic you know? The crystals have always been around me—they’re inside me.” She touched one stone on her face. “A-and I always thought–the stories of the F-fae were connected, truly. I believed.”

“We are all connected by a greater power,” A smooth delicate voice, not the shrill cry of the Pixie, answered her from behind the throne. A young human-like woman stepped out, as if the air simply breathed her into existence. She was of course taller than the goblin, but still small and willowy, her body clothed in a shift of pearly silk and her hair a shining pale opal–white, then pink, then blue, shifting colors in the dying light of the sun. Her skin even seemed the same, shimmering in a way even the Crystal Goblin’s couldn’t. Her eyes were strange, almost like opals too with no pupil at all. Yet clearly she wasn’t blind as she floated down to Thoxa, tilting her head and smiling a little as Thoxa stepped back. Her movements were unsettling as was her gaze.

“A long time ago, our kind, the Fae as you call them, had a great disaster. I am all that remains of my kingdom now, awakened only briefly in this place…trapped here as an Oracle for the other Courts.” She spoke with a whispering voice Thoxa leaned in close to hear, feeling her body tremble in the presence of this creature. A real Fae, talking to HER.

“I remember little of what caused it–but the violence of the disaster was so great, it cracked the Great Veil, sending Gaia into the Earth weeping–and so her soul, shattered, spread. Into the Underground.” A thin pale hand reached for Thoxa’s own, touching the blue crystal growing there. “It has left its mark so much more than shining rocks. Her magic is unpredictable, Her Will unknowable by even me, one so close to her grave.”

Thoxa felt like sobbing. The woman’s voice was smooth, unfaltering, but the words a melody of sadness, a song of a great tragedy she’d never understand. Kneeling, she shook her head and wiped her teary eyes.

“I-I’m sorry it’s just…” Maybe it was that single touch, a spark from the source. It compelled her to feel what this woman felt, in the realest sense of the word. Like she was sharing her emotions without knowing. The opal woman smiled serenely all the while, watching the goblin try to collect herself. “I also know of Gaia’s influence on one like you, saving you–and now look. You shine from within with the Goddess’ own power, in those shining marks. You knew it all along–you must share something of your ancestor, who was saved.”

“S-saved?” Thoxa blinked, looking up and finally rising. “Oh yes. I remember dreaming of her stirring, of how she felt connected to a goblin on the brink of her own death, a real death, caused by her own outpouring of Mana in the Underground. She reached out and pulled her back, leaving her with the touch of the Goddess. Who knows what might have happened since but clearly it’s had a lasting influence.” The woman paused, seeming to realize something as Thoxa turned over what it meant. What had that first goblin gone through, to nearly die and be saved by a Fae Goddess?! “You have a voice inclined to song,” She muttered thoughtfully after a moment. “It will manifest, if you let it. This Goddess power, this gift through the centuries. Perhaps you are that same soul reborn now for a new purpose.” She shrugged, smiling. “I am an Oracle, even if I feel like a caged one.” “My voice, a gift?” Thoxa chuckled, flushing deep teal at the thought. “Mnn, maybe. I do like to sing. The acoustics in the caverns can be great—” She paused though, frowning. “Why are you caged? Why not be free? Why stay here?” The woman’s emotions flooded her again, wistful and sad. “Many reasons for those many questions. I promise you, I bear it no ill will. It’s my duty now. And you should return—-” “W-wait how? The little…other fairy thing–said I won’t be able to…” “Because I will it. And the Goddess’ Will is in me. I am the Between. I can perform miracles beyond your knowing.” She didn’t say it pridefully, but almost sadly. A great power with great burdens. “Close your eyes.” Thoxa felt compelled to obey, but her heart raced and her mind was spinning like a washing machine with confusion.

The Oracle put her hands gently to Thoxa’s face, brushing those glowing stones. Thoxa gasped, opening her eyes. Suddenly she was in one of the beautiful pools of water in the Caverns, sinking deep, losing air. Reaching up, she felt it was all familiar. The water, the drowning…the way the insides of her, the crystals and the markings, seemed to burn. Blinking again, she was suddenly sitting, soaked and still in her clothes and gear, Alone, in the Caverns. Back home for sure, solid as she sat drenched and confused in the stone pool of clear blue water. “What the hell.” It was a simple statement, not a question, as she slowly stood, shaking off her shoes and climbing out of the pool. Making her way home through the tunnels, she studied the crystals on the walls, on her hands and arms. Every little flickering glow was now a pulse, a connection. To the past, to the Oracle, to the Crystals. She knew her Voice was blessed now, and her connection, while mysterious, was real. Now she had to harness it, use it—her idol dreams were calling.

[thevampsworld96]

I was A Fool To You My Darling

Hey, everyone. I hope you are all doing well today. I hope you had a great day and enjoyed the weather. Here is another fic thar I have been working for a few weeks. I was happy with it, so I had to rewrite it a few times in order to actually feel happy and proud of my writing. I hope you enjoy this. I enjoyed writing it.

It is a bit of a long one, so please take your time to read it. I am happy with it.

Warning some cursing and mentioning sex

There may be some spelling mistakes and also some grammar too but overall, I just hope you all enjoy it, and I am open to any questions. Thank you, and take care. Happy reading.

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Things just were not going the way he wanted recently. Everything he does has been going wrong no matter how hard he tried. Brad was always relaxed the most charming and caring and always the most person ever but today just wasn't his day as he was frustrated and had Hatred towards the whole world but what was the actual reason behind it all? That was a mystery.

For the past couple of days, your cosy calm flat was flooded with panic. You decided to keep your distance as you and Brad have arguing over the slightest thing.

You hated arguing with him it wasn't your intention to start a row with him it upset you deeply so you decided to keep your distance from him giving some space but during that time you just wanted to be there for him and him only.

You weren't really the type of person to hold grudges against the people who you care about the most life was just too short foe that. Forgive and forgive was what you truly believed in but Brad had different ideas.

The amount time you have tried to move on from all the pointless arguments but you were to see hoe stressed he really was just by one look you would know he isn't in the most brightest of moods you saw the anger in his eyes and he needed was just some time to himself and fix the issues between the pair of you.

It was a calm Saturday. You were happy but felt very isolated. Brad was in the in-house studio /office working away. Usually, on weekends, you would spend it together, but Brad was and let him get on with whatever he was doing. You decided once to give him the space that he really needed you giving each other the cold shoulder even though you wanted to let all the anger go as they were pointless.

Going back to the studio working on tour set lists, you thought to yourself that maybe there was a problem, but then again, how would you know that. You always asked yourself why was throwing his anger on you all you wanted is for him to come and open up to you about all his problems and then together solve it as the tram that you once were.

Meanwhile you spent hours making some food which was dinner of course. You set the table for the pair of you and then made your way to the office you knocked, and then you went inside.

"I ain't hungry," He replied back to you. You really wanted to tell him that you made his favourite meal having Hugh hopes it would brighten up his mood and the of course the atmosphere in the flat.

He then got up from the chair and made his way to the kitchen grabbed a clean glass and poured himself a glass of gin and that was enough to inform you that it was another long day busy in the studio but on a Saturday really.

"Brad," you called out as he began to walk back to the office studio.

"I'm really not in the mood to talk right now, I'm sorry got a lot to do so leave me the fuck alone please"

He snapped while slamming the door behind him.

It did upset you in a way that you didn't really talk to him for that it was only a short request notning more. You weren't going to let this pass but then you realised you were now use to eating alone but you were concerned as he wasn't eating at all accasionally he would have a glass of gin and that was all.

After a few moments, he came out again but only to wash the glass. He was silent, mind glued to work, not really paying attention to you. As he was about to go back, you stopped him.

"Don't even think about moving get back here now"

You snapped at him while standing up from your chair.

Brad then turned and gave you a glare in between stunned and turbulated, but part of him found your outbursts appealing in some way it was at least in his mind.

You slammed the glass on the dining table with frustration and anger. You just couldn't take his moods anymore.

"I have had up to here with you coming home angry at god knows what and eaveeytime it is always thrown at me like seriously what the fuck is going on with Bradley everyday its the same thing, tell me what's going on"

You say to him.

"What are you now, my fucking therapist? You know notning alright notning new there as usual"

He shouted back at you.

"I never said that, did I? How am I supposed to know what's going on in that head of yours I'm not a fucking mind reader am I? Seriously get your fucking attached you bustard"

You ended up shouting across the room.

"How many times do I have to say it? To get inside to that thick head of yours or do I have to say In a language that you would understand I don't want to talk about it for fuck sake can you just get off my back why keep on insisting on something fucking hell"

He then smashed the glass onto the floor, shattering glass everywhere, which meant another clean-up job for you.

You were done, though screaming at each other you had more to say to him. The things have been building up inside of you once again, and this time, you couldn't hold it in any longer.

"That's your issue, not mine. Look, I understand you need your own space alright, and I totally understand why you don't talk to me, but love pushing the ones that care about won't help you solve your problems"

You then lowered your tone a bit and spoke to him calmly with tears nearly flooding your eyes.

"Listsn to me, just hear me out. It isn't my fault that the others disagreed with your ideas, or a certain lyric didn't go with a verse or you lost something like the instrument or whatever it isn't my fault so please don't take your anger out on me I'm sick and tired of being people's punch bag"

Your voice broken in to a whisper as you looked into his eyes, which was surrounded with guilt rushing through every inch of his body. But you were not done. You had more to say to him.

"You know what really hurts the most, I'm up most of the night thinking what the fuck have to piss you off? Cause I don't remember if I have dome something then all I got to say is I'm sorry and I mean that"

He stood there silent, thinking about the words that he had spoken. He didn't really know what to say to you, only knowing what you said was the right all of it. He had no right to take his anger out on you why he did, so he didn't even know himself, but it was too little too late.

You had nothing else left to say to him as all he did is just stand there in complete silence. That is when you let out a deep sigh feeling of Hopeless. After you picked up your food, which was half eaten and you walked past him, you were not in the mood anyway, so you were going to come back to it later.

In your head, you had a bunch of emotions rushing through your head. You weren't to be angry or upset or all the above you just didn't know anymore. He kept pushing you away, focusing on his job not so much on your relationship, but his job was the centre of the problem. Communication isn't really your strongest skill, but you always tell yourself that good communication is the key to a good relationship.

It really didn't matter who the relationship was, whether it was your family, or friends, or lover. Communication was needed in every relationship.

You carried on holding back your tears, and you really tried to keep all your emotions in, but they would always find a way out.

You then noticed the mess on the floor. You grabbed a room and started to clean the broken glass that was on the floor.

His plate of food was left on the table it was going cold but you couldn't care less.

As you were cleaning, you felt his eyes following you, and once again, you couldn't really care less as you didn't make any eye contact with him. Even though you wanted to make eye contact with him but you were worried if you started crying in front of him.

After a good 10 minutes, he walked towards you, gently taking away the broom from your hand, letting it fall somewhere in the kitchen.

He gently grabbed your hands and helped you from the floor as you were bending down to clean the broken glass that was scattered on the floor.

He then placed one of his hands on your face, gently turning it towards his direction.

You wanted to deny whatever he had the desire to do, but from the moment his soft hands touched your face, it was hard as you loved the way he touched you.

Your body craved his touch, his hands he pulled you close towards his chest. Your lips were inches away from each other until they eventually touched in to sweet, shy kiss.

He took both of your hands in his and he was silence but you were able to read his body language as his silence signaled you asking for more even though you didn't want to but your brain had other different plans which you didn't listen.

As much as you hated, you have been longing his touch for many days. Your body wanted him more than anything.

A smile was hidden in his face as you signed with passion, lust, and pleasure. You felt so relaxed being back in his grace again.

Once he knew you were relaxed, it gave him the opportunity to fully take advantage of that.

He started by cupping your face in his hands as you went deeper and deeper into the kiss. He pulled you even closer towards his body, not leaving any gaps between your bodies as he gently but sweetly suckdd on your soft lips along with his long gently sliding in fighting your playfully.

Moments after, he pulled away groaning. He then took you by guiding you out of the kitchen to the shared bedroom, which was dark, but you didn't need the light.

"This doesn't change anything. What happened? I'm still pissed off with you"

You whispered as you went back to kissing him again. You pulled close this time, grabbing the collar of his shirt, and you dragged him towards you. He then gently pushed you onto the bed he then joined in his body hovering over yours, kissing every inch of your body that he found available.

"I know you're pissed with me, my love. I know, but please let me make it up to you. "

He repeated as his lips travelled down to your collarbone, leaving sweet kisses along your neck. Your moans were melodies to his ears.

Shortly after he instantly pulled away unbuttoning his shirt throwing it to the other side of the room. You then felt the urge to do the same you removed the top you had on he joined to rip off your bra off of your body again tossing it somewhere in the room.

"You have no idea how much I fucking need you right now my darling"

He said.

He meant every word he needed you more than anything. He needed you under his constantly moaning his begging for more, you both began to thrust in to each other you moaning was all he needed to hear it brought pleasure as you carried on moaning and screaming his name. You breathed heavily.

You were left speechless. No words could describe the amount of pleasure that you received from him. Talking during swx wasn't needed, but it was a different way of communicating between the two of you.

It always made go weal and dripping inside, feeling the wetness within you.

"Babe, you need to go. Please go faster"

It got you weak and dripping wet inside. You moan.

You had gripped his hips while the other hand held tightly on the sheets of now messy bed, but you couldn't care less.

Without saying another word, he smiled and obeyed your command. While he gripped on to the wooden headboard, which formed a huge amount of sounds as it slammed on the walls aggressively.

"Oh fuck me, do you have any idea how great your making feel right now baby girl" He said while he leaned and bit down on your still warm lips.

You smiled at him as you clenched around his body once again. He could tell by looming at you that you were very close and that was when he encountered you.

"Come on, my darling baby, let all your feelings go show me how good making you feel right now. I need to see my love"

He said to you. His words were hypnotising you couldn't deny it and so you as your entire body trembled under his you moaned his name over and over again in a loop but he couldn't complain as he loved it loved it he hearing it coming out of your lips.

You felt his curm filling in to you, and that was your moans have gotten louder. He made you feel so good inside and out. You didn't even want it to end. You missed it dearly, and you received what you have been logging for.

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Dayligjt had come shining through the windows of your shared bedroom. Brad was the first person to wake up. He then removed the sleep from his eyes and then turned towards you as he noticed you still fast asleep. You laid down naked next to him deep asleep, bedsheets not covering your body.

He just laid there next to you as you breathed very slowly he gently removed the small strands of hair that covered your face. Your mouth was slightly parted, which made him smile sweetly at you.

He was greatful that he was blessed with the image that was next to him that smile then slowly dropped in a matter of seconds as the memories of the last few weeks replayed in his mind again haunting his fantasy he wanted to forget them as every thought constantly loomed around his mind.

He then made a promise to himself, and that was to make it up to you, a fresh new start not making that mistake again.

While staring at you it made him realise how much of a dick he was, he realised his mistakes that he made he treated you like a bloody punch but you were way more than that you were his life the love of life.

You the who knew him too well, the one he understood him, the one who would always comfort in a moment where there were only rumours.

You were his angel, someone who he worshipped the ground you walked on he definitely had to make it up to you without a second thought, not apologise but to make it up to you.

Still removing some of your baby hairs, which was a mess, but he didn't care, you were always so perfect to him. He then placed his hands on your soft gentle cheeks with his thumbs gently drew imaginary circles calmly bringing you out of your sleep he smiled with a sadness as you started to you yawn leaning in to his sweet soft loving touch.

"I'm a fool to hurt you, my love I'm so sorry I was a fool and I promise from this day on I treat you like the princess you are. I promise my love"

He thought to himself.

"Hmmm," you moaned, not really wanting to wake up well, not just yet, but it wasn't the right time you wanted to sleep some more.

Brad then looked and smiled at you then leaned in to kiss you on yiur forehead, his lips remained there for a few moments.

"Good morning, my sweetheart," He gently whispered. His hands then glided down your back, then pulled you into his body. You remained silent for one reason and that was your brain was still in sleep mode and you were not fully awake yet and another thing you bearly know what to say but he already had the words to say to you.

"There's my gorgeous angel, listen to me, my darling. I'm sorry, alright, I'm sorry for all the pain I caused you. i promise it won't happen again. I promise I'm sorry"

You heard every word loud and clear, while you opened your eyes fully but slowly got used to the light, which came shining in brightening up your room. You then looked at his face, which had notbing but guilt and regret in his twinkling eyes due to the sadness and shame he felt as he hurt you

"Hey baby, it's ok," you whispered

Even though you said it was OK but it's really wasn't but what else could you do you already that you were walking on eggshells with this relationship the amount of time yoh thought about ended it but you always held on to hope thinking it would get better.

"Don't say it's OK because it isn't my darling. I shouldn't of treated you that what idiot takes his anger out on his girlfriend I could of handled the situation better my love but my anger got the better of me it control of me that is not OK in my book"

He had explained but he carried on speaking.

"I shouted at you and said some horrible things to you most importantly my love I hurt you and I will hate myself forever knowing that I did this to you"

He took your hand. In his, he kissed them a few times, which made you blush, but he wasn't dome.

"I want to make a promise to you my darling thar from this day on I promise that I will make it up to you but I only ask for one simple thing do you forgive for the way I have treated you that is all I ask for"

You listened to every word he had said to you, and something told you he truly meant it. It definitely came from his heart. You were sure of that.

You sighed deeply and closed your eyes, unsure what to say back to him. You definitely believed him, but there was one part of you that thought something else.

"I love you so much, more than anything in this fucking world the thought of losing you would kill me and because of me for letting this happen and getting this far I won't ever forgive myself no way in hell"

Now it was your turn to say something to him.

"Oh my love, you're not going to lose me, Brad, but you need to realise what you have been doing to me for weeks has been draining me mentally and physically. I think you forgot that we are a team your problems are my problem. We talk about it, and we help each other out no matter whether we are a team. alwags remember that. I hated being pushed away it hurts it really does"

Brad stood in the position soaking in all you had said to him. He nodded to all you said, now understanding the mistake and regret he had made.

"I know, I know, but like I said to you before, it will not happen again, and I mean it," he said while he left a short kiss on your lips.

"I am aware now that action speaks louder than words, I truly believed that even if I had to spend all my life making it up to you I would that without a fail and I would do it each and every day without a fail you have my word"

You nodded, giving him another promising smile

All the things he just said, you know he meant it, you never doubted. You saw how much he hurt and made promises that he would make it up to you.

You trusted everything that was said and always hoped for everything to go back to normality between the pair of you, from this day on hold on to the words you said.

"Now I just want you promise me something Brad" you said.

"Sure tell me" he said.

"Promie me you won't push me away ever again," you say to him.

You placed your hand on his cheek, your other hand was linked with his not wanting to let go.

He nodded agreeing to all the things you said to him not moving his eyes which was linked with yours.

He smiled at you which made you smile too seeing the light hit his face again after many days of anger and frustration

"I promise you and I know I have already said this but I want you to know how serious I am. I promise you once again with all that I have, I will not and shall not push you away or throw my anger on you, and I mean that from the bottom of my heart"

He leaned in once more pecking your lips this time for a few seconds longer.

"I love you with part of me. I want you to always remember that, " He said to you.

"I know, baby, I love you too," you calmly whispered. You leaned in to kiss his lips.

He pulled you close towards his direction. He had the urge to kiss you once again as last night just wasn't really enough for him. He needed it even more than ever. He pushed the sheets on so he was to position himself and of course you had the the same idea so then you did the same, as your lips brushed across his slowly touching and then your intimate parts touched once more making the pair of you moan in each other pleasure.

The pair of you didn't want to stop as you missed being in this moment. His tongue slided in which then started a war with yours fighting for dominance he truly wanted and needed more than ever now.

You hummed a tune while drawing imaginary patterns on his back gripping on to his skim as he thrusts in to you.you moan constantly as you spreading your legs giving entrance he then carried on gently thrusting in to you.

"You have no idea how good your making me feel my lovely" he said while sucking on your neck and leave love bites along your neck or any place he found free while the lower part of bodies were cringed together.

You fell back, allowing him more space as he carried on kissing every spot he moved to your shoulders, then back to your chest, then back to the neck again. Your legs then wrapped around his body, and he went in deeper.

"Oh god yes I need you go faster" you ordered him, while your nails dug in to his back which honestly didn't bother him he loved it.

His hands then made his way to your lower back, you started to moan even more loudly as you felt him even more deeper than he already was inside you, he kept thrusting admiring how your eyes were closed, head back in the pleasure that he was giving you.

As you were about to call his name, he instantly shut you off, moving up to your lips as he gave you a sloppy kiss.

"Now my love, you know what to do. Just like you used to let it go come on, I know you can do it"

He persuaded you. You in way speeded up his movements more than it already was.

"Oh fuck" you shouted while arching your back as you exploded in the moments of pure love and pleasure. He then came moments after you not really eager to stop or slow down his speed, as he rided you both out of your highs. Which rided the two of you out of your pleasure.

You are now gasping for air, while he couldn't stop smiling at you, which was his after sex impression you loved seeing that it made you so good inside. You realised that you were still weary, you had it shown all over your face that you knew Brad loved seeing you like this it was his most favourite image of you one where would never get tired of seeing.

Hey" he says to you while smiling.

"Hello" you say back smiling also at him.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you" while panting heavily, and the oxygen got back into his and your lungs. He wasn't fussed that he said these words before all he wanted was for you to know that and trust him each time that he said it to you. Of course, you believed him he meant it every word.

"I know you do my kove and I love you baby more than anything in this world"

You both smiled at each other now that the past had been forgotten...

[mimikittysblog]

Lovesick: The Game

Chapter 6 - A Comeback

Pairing: Non-idol! Jay x Yandere! Video game character! Fem! Reader

Synopsis: Its been about a month since the breakup but Jay has yet to get over his ex. Trying to help his friends suggest he play a new game with them called Lovesick. A multiplayer game where they compete to win the heart of the girl in the game. Y/n. However as the game progresses things start to seem odd, creepy even. Its almost like y/n knows more than she should, and wants more than what she leads on.

Warnings: Poor attempts at humor, cursing, heavy yandere themes, missing people, blood, implied murder, obsessed reader. Please let me know if I've missed anything. Do not interact and/or read if you are a minor and/or highly sensitive to these themes.

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry took so long to upload this chapter, long story short, college. I tried making this during class but it just caused some issues and like had to do a lot of it over lol. So as always hope you enjoy, please forgive any grammar or spelling mistakes and please pay no mind to the time stamps. Thank youuuss! Luv y’all!

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[madamemedic]

Prince of Silence (Chapter One: Market Surprise)

(It's me again. Sorry for the wait, but I had to edit the prologue through Grammarly to eliminate the spelling and grammar issues. Anyway, please enjoy and forget to leave feedback.)

Thomas had grown to be a fine young man, undoubtedly one you could take to show your Mother. Luda was damned proud of her baby boy. But, unfortunately, Monty was correct about the treatment he would receive from his so-called Uncle. Not that Thomas cared; he didn't like Hoyt that much anyway. Besides, he has other people in his life that he loves and is loved in return.

He had decided it was time to leave the castle to explore the Kingdom soon to be his when Luda abdicated. Of course, the fact that it was going to him did not make Hoyt any nicer to the younger male, but once again, Thomas had learned to ignore the abusive insults that Hoyt threw at him. This was when Thomas could genuinely see what his soon-to-be Kingdom was like. Sure the formal events he got to see, but that was the clean and sanitized version. He wanted to see what the actual Kingdom was like; he could make a few changes for the better. Not that Luda was doing a lousy job, but there were always improvements to be made.

Thomas made his way through the busy market in midday; it was cold, but it didn't matter to Thomas as he was wrapped up to protect himself from the bitter cold. But of course, it didn't hurt that due to the bulk that was Thomas's frame, he was warmer than your average guy.

"HOT SOUP! GET YOUR HOT SOUP HERE!"

"THICK PELTS, GET YOUR FAMILY WARM PELT FOR THIS UPCOMING WINTER"

"FRESH MEAT AND FISH, YOURS FOR ONLY 2 SILVER PIECES EACH"

It was overwhelming to Thomas, having multiple people yell from each direction. He was going to leave, but his stomach rumbled. Thomas knew it was time for something to sate his hunger until he returned to the safety of his home so he could have some of his Mama's cooking. This had to do for now, at least.

Reaching his large hand out, he takes a hunk of freshly cooked ham from a stall and takes a bite out of it. But is stopped by a harsh noise in front of him. The stall seller did not look happy that Thomas was about to enjoy the meat without paying; he seemed downright furious.

"You going to pay for that young man? or do I have to get the police to arrest you for theft?" In Thomas's rush to explore, he must have forgotten to bring a small amount of money. The second problem is that Thomas doesn't speak, and without his interpreter, Thoams would have to use his voice. To be frank, Thomas didn't like his voice, so speaking was not an option.

The seller was getting angrier and angrier as Thomas stared at the man; sure, he was taller than the seller. However, something about this man told Thomas that his sheer size wouldn't help him this time. That was until a soft voice cut through the tension like a knife through butter.

"I'm so sorry, Sir, you must forgive me. I must not have given my Husband money to get food for himself." Wait, a second, Husband? He didn't remember marrying anybody, especially somebody his Mama had never met. So as he turned to face you, he felt his entire face heat up with surprise. There you were, your soft face and beautiful eyes sparkled like the most precious gems in the world.

"Oh yeah, well, pay up. I ain't got all day to wait for you, so pay or your Husband to get arrested for stealing." The seller narrowed his eyes at Thoams when he mentioned 'arrested.'

"Oh no, I am so sorry. You know what we women are like when we shop. We lose track of time, and our poor Husbands have to join despite being very bored... Honestly, I'm surprised he didn't come over here earlier. So how much?"

"Three silver coins" Thomas could see a flash of panic in this girl's eye, but it was gone just as it was there. No way was the random lady going to pay for food for somebody she had never met. If they did meet before, he would have remembered meeting such a beautiful young lady. No way is the young lady paying for my food; she barely looks like she can clothe herself with how bad your clothes are compared to everything surrounding him.

"Sure, here you go, Sir. Let's go, honey, to get home to the kids."

WAIT?! KIDS?! Thomas always wanted something, but due to his face, he simply accepted that he would die alone without the joy of being a Father. Without blessing his wonderful Mother with Grandchildren, something he knew she had always wanted to be. So Thomas could live in this moment and cherish when it when they parted ways. The thought of somebody who loved him that way made Thomas feel slightly light-headed. It only worsened when he touched your much smaller hand pull him away from the stool to somewhere a little less crowded. Your own hand was tiny compared to his large one. It felt so soft and smooth compared to his rough and large one. Thomas felt like he was in heaven; too bad his hand was let go too soon for his liking.

"Thank goodness, are you OK, Sir?. I was glad I had enough to help." Seeing a female look at him with no fear, disgust, or pity was strange. He was used to seeing in the eyes of men and women alike. He even saw it in his Mother's eyes. The same few looks. Thomas knew this had to be a dream. There was no way somebody like you treated him this way without trying to get something out of him since he was next in line to the throne. So many women have tried to get Thomas to be with them not for love but for power and money. It made him sick, but it didn't even look like you knew who he was, and some part of Thomas hopped it stay this way.

"Hmm", Thomas grunted at you, still not wanting to speak but at least deserving a response from him; his Mother raised him to be better.

"You don't talk much, do you, big guy?" You started to sway from the ball of your feet to the heel. The slow rocking motion was almost enough to make Thomas sleepy.

Thomas once again acknowledged with another grunt. This was when Thomas knew she would get tired of his lacklustre responses and leave him, but she strayed to his surprise.

"So, are you enjoying your time at the market? I mean, before that guy was mean to you." You even stayed to make sure that he was OK? Now he knew he had to be dreaming; nobody cared to ask Thomas how he was other than Mama, Bubba and maybe a few staff members. Before he could reply, you suddenly looked at the town clock and panicked. NO!. He just needed more time to at least get your name. At least you got to say goodbye when you left, but that was it. You were gone, and now Thomas was alone again. That was until he was a member of staff running towards him. He was in trouble.

"Young Master Hewitt, your Mother is worried sick and Young Master Bubba is upset that you left without saying goodbye. Or at least saying what you were going for lunch. Did you even bring any money with you?" Thomas looked at the man that was panting, red-faced and, for the lack of a better word, angry.

Thomas showed the other male a small hock of now lukewarm ham, it wasn't big, but it was only what that vendor was selling. Of course, Thomas was used to many better cuts of meat than the one in his enclosed fist. However, Thomas was still in awe that a stranger had brought this for him without expecting anything in return. Unlike the other people in his life. Greedy people saw Thomas as a means to an end or even a chance to branch off to more prominent people to parasite off of.

"Oh, you did bring some money; at least you thought of that before you left" Thomas shook his head. He felt slightly ashamed that he didn't think to bring any money with him and even more so that a total stranger had to bail him out. Of course, he could have just shown the seller that he was the Prince and would have been paid, but the young lady was there first.

The servant didn't look happy at Thomas's response. He thought that his young Prince would be above stealing. Well, he certainly had hoped so. But, just as soon as he was about to speak, Thomas knew he had to say something despite his dislike for speaking.

"Lady got it for me" Now, even the servant was shocked. Somebody had gone out of the way to buy the item for Thomas, but where were they now? Why did Thomas look so sad? Did this person also insult the young Prince for not bringing money, so they got him this to make fun of him? When did this happen?

"Young Master Hewitt, why do you look so sullen? Was she mean or something because if so..."

"No, she was nice, Harvey" Thomas felt he had to defend you, even though this was the first and most likely last time he was going to see you.

"Did she know who you were? You can never be too careful with certain people" Thomas knew Harvey only meant the best. Still, he couldn't help but want to defend your honour even if you were only a stranger.

Thomas, at this point, zoned out but then spotted a torn piece of cloth attached to a wagon. It matched the same type that was made of your dress. It was brown and thin looking. He quickly went to grab it and felt it along his fingers. The material was rough, light, and not a nice feeling. But it came from you, and Thomas had to find you.

"Is that from the young lady?" Thomas nodded as he felt the tiny scrap of fabric between his fingers. Sure it was only a scrap of cloth, but he would always ask the royal tailor where it was sold, and maybe he could find you there. Thomas could hope, and perhaps he could thank you properly.

(Thank you for reading. Sorry for the constant reuploading of the prologue, but it had to be just right. I'll post more frequently. Thank you, Grammarly, for making this legible)

[lotidge]

You know after Lotor was done dirty in canon. I started listening to My Past is Not Today from Equestria Girls on loop. The song fits Lotor in my opinion.

(forgive any spelling and grammar errors, Mod Hess wrote this while home VERY ill)

You could just do what i do and... Ignore the parts of canon you don't like. Also just listened to the song, it 100% fits how i would write Lotor in an ACTUAL redemption art.

Here's how I would write it:

Once he joins the Castle of Lion's crew he's 100% intending on betraying them eventually.

However, as time goes on he slowly becomes close to the Paladins and the crew on the castle.

Allura becomes like a sister to him (because this is a LOTIDGE account god damn it)

He and Hunk bond over helping each other cook, he helps Hunk identify what he's cooking with, and Hunk teaches Lotor how to make appetizing meals.

Shiro and Lotor bond over different leading methods and what works best on a small scale vs a large scale.

Lance, as soon as he realizes Lotor doesn't like Allura like that, becomes Lotor's wingman and one of his closest friends. Especially when he learns of his womanizing past. "Teach me your ways wise one." "Yeah no, you are not going to win Allura like that."

Coran becomes a father figure to Lotor like he is for Allura. and he teaches Lotor about Altean culture and Holidays.

Pidge and Lotor... Have an awkward relationship at first, because Lotor for 'some reason' can't speak a smart word around her. Once they start dating they are a power couple.

Keith and Lotor bond over having lost heritage their working on reconnecting with.

Matt... does not like Lotor for the simple fact he's dating Pidge.

Over time his bonds exceed his goal and one night he's sobbing confessing his plans to betray them to the group, but he realizes... He can't.

They've grown to mean so much for him. So he reveals all he knows of the quintessence field and they take his ships built from the 'Voltron Meteor' (how else do you describe that thing), and make a new lion to match the rest of the Voltron Lions.

So the 'more paladins then lions' issue is settled. And they make the Pink Lion of Voltron for Allura. Which works as a backup in case of the other lions out of commission, Voltron can still be formed.

Coran then trains Lotor how to fly the castle, so he can lead them to save the Alteans he's used as living batteries and make amends as well as save any that may still be alive.

Soon the Castle of Lions is no longer just 6-9 people any given day. It has a whole Altean crew being trained on how to work its facilities.

Alteans like Romelle have their issues with Lotor still, but they also see he is trying to make up for his misdeeds and is truly a new man.

And eventually when they go back to Earth with some Galra and the Castle of Lions for a Peace mission (and to allow the Paladins to see their familys again) Lotor apologizes for everything the Humans were put through because of the Galra. And to make up for it he will make sure that a human always has a say in the Empire's affairs.

Iverson: How will you work that out? Lotor: Oh! I have plans on marrying a human!

Iverson: Please say it's not Lance...

Lotor: He did pay me $10 to joke and say it was.

Iverson: ... Who is it

Pidge: Hey Legolass you done with your boring politics? I want to see if we can upgrade all ships with Green's Cloaking capabilities!

Lotor: *looking absolutely smitten* Just a second! *looks back to IVerson* I like my partners smart and feral.

Iverson: ... Earth is in good hands... But the Galaxy garrison has some formal Apologies to make toward...

Lotor: Her Full Title would be Empress Kathrine Pidge Holt-Gunderson, Green Paladin of Voltron, Protector of the Universe. Galra and Alteans do not have last names so I will likely be taking hers

Pidge: But Every can still just call me Pidge.

[anki-of-beleriand]

A Heart Made of Glass ch. 18

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

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

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

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

Author's Note: This story is a continuation of Dirty Little Secret I was really surprised at the response I got for the story. Thank you for the support.

Nothing ever eneds, I thank you guys for being with me to the very end of this story, I hope you like this last one!

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

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

Epilogue

The first snow of the season broke into the sky without a warning.

America wrapped her coat tighter around her body, she glanced around the hall rolling her eyes when her ears finally caught the sound of bickering down the airport bridge. The hand grasping hers called her attention, and she soon watched the same exasperation in Kamala’s face when the both of them found Yelena and Kate bickering all the way out of the plane with the stewardess watching them with relief.

 “Why are the fighting now?” Kamala finally asked dragging America away, “let’s go before anyone here thinks we come with them.”

America chuckled following Kamala down the bridge and into the airport, it had been this way since they decided to make the trip and go to Ulsteinvik for the holidays. Not something Mrs. Khan was happy about, and she had made it quite clear that was expecting a facetime with her daughter as soon as they got home, of this America was to make sure would happen without any delay.

They soon found themselves in a busy airport glancing at the signals around, before going for their bags. It had been almost six months since America had been home, and more than eight years since she had started the Young Avengers team with Yelena.

The world was a better place, but it was always expectant of a new threat that might as well come from the space as well as a different dimension. In all this time, America had lost friends, and had made new ones, she had found loved and had been part of a family that no one thought would be possible in this time and universe.

Kamala ran excitedly after the bags, speaking fast about all the things she wanted to do and see. America had always wondered how someone could speak so fast but she had gotten used to her girlfriend being a chatter more so if she was about to see her two heroes. America smiled happily when Kamala finally realized she had been talking alone while looking for the bags.

“Seriously? You let me rant all on my own so people would look at me as if I’m crazy.”

“I think you’re adorable.” America replied, Kamala rolled her eyes grabbing her hand and dragging her to the rental cars section.

“You’re lucky you can convince me with your sweet talk. Come, I think I hear the bickering from Yelena and Kate down this way.”

It took them at least one hour to get everything ready and to find a car that would take them down the road to their destination.

America glanced out of the window, and as it happened whenever she made the trip, she started remembering that first time Wanda brought her to Norway. She remembered how scared she had been, how lost and angry she felt at that time, and then how she found herself in the midst of more negative emotions that had threatened to just consume everyone around her.

A lot of things had happened since that fateful day and now America couldn’t be happier with the outcome. After a little more than an hour America could see the lighthouse coming into view, her lips broke into a smile and her stomach filled with exited fluttering.

“Gee, I think we made it just on time,” Yelena said glancing out of the window, “it seems as if a storm is coming over.”

“Well, it is just that time of the year, I’m just dying to get home and have bath, I don’t think I have one since we left New York two days ago.”

Kate wrinkled her nose nodding in agreement with Yelena, America rolled her eyes glancing at Kamala before they finally got a sight of the gate leading to the main entrance. America straightened up smiling, the house finally came into view completely and she found the many changes into the property that had happened in the last couple of years.

The small kiddie park to the sight was right now protected with a waterproof tent that protected the full structure and there was a couple of bikes tightly protected into the garage. Yelena parked the car and as soon as America stepped a foot out of the car she was jumped by a bundle of blue that came at her at full speed.

“America!!!” Tommy grinned at her, her arms wrapping tightly around her waist with his hair completely messed up, wearing a light shirt and pants.

“Tommy!!” America grabbed the five-year-old in her arms and lifted him high, he started laughing.

Kamala softened at the sight coming closer only to see another brown-haired kid watching from the entrance of the garage with a frown and a blue jacket on his hand. America carried the kid to the garage, with Billy still scolding at his brother lifting the jacket.

“Tommy! Momma said not out without the jacket!” Tommy pulled out his tongue hugging America tightly.

“Is that all you’re gonna say, little dude?” America knelt down, Billy hesitated before stepping in and hugging America still glaring at his brothers disregard of the jacket.

“Hi.” He mumbled, America chuckled kissing his forehead and pulling him up in her arms.

“It’s so good to see you again, guys.” America entered the place with Kamala and the others following them inside.

America smiled when she finally stepped inside the place she had called home inside her mind and heart. Her nose soon filed with the sweet aroma of fresh cookies, everything inside the house had been decorated for the holidays with a mixture of colours and lights that made the place looked quite homey. Everything inside the house had changed, the pictures that now decorated the main hall and the living room reflected and spoke of the stories that could be told about those changes.

Kamala found herself fascinated by the place, she had been to America’s home only a couple of times but this would be the first time she would spend the holidays with her family. The young woman made her way to the closest cabinet, and her eyes fell upon a picture of Y/N and Wanda smiling into the camera. They both looked completely happy, smiling while showing off the hand wearing the ring in their hands; right beside that one there was a picture of them in the Young Avengers lair with America right after the young woman had graduated from college.

Every single picture was taken at a special moment, and it was a continuity of stories the family had gone through over the years. Kamala let her eyes fell upon the last picture, her smile deepened when she saw Wanda the twins with America and Y/N on each side of the bed smiling tiredly to the camera.

“America?” You came right around the corner with your phone on your hand, your face broke into a grin coming over to the young woman and sharing a hug with her. “Oh, it’s so good to see you!”

America hugged you back, and you felt how the tension from the last couple of days left her body. The twins were talking in fast Russian to Yelena who was kneeling to make sure she did not miss a single word while Kate watched the scene with a lopsided smile. You chuckled turning to the room, your eyes gleaming happily at all of them.

“You guys are earlier! I didn’t expect you until tomorrow.”

“Yes, well, this is my fault, Mrs. Y/L/N.” Kamala said turning around, she blushed under your stare. “I just thought we should come earlier than planned because the weather has been worsening in some parts.”

“Always the thoughtful one, right?” You came to the young woman hugging her as well. “It’s good to see you too, Kamala, how is your mom?”

“She is fine, just a little upset I will be gone for over a month.” Kamal shrugged. “She did tell me to tell you that she expects you will come by next time.”

You nodded knowing how Mrs. Khan could get with the subject of her daughter and the family in general. You went to Yelena pulling her up to hug her before kneeling and grabbing the twins.

“You guys, I’m so happy to see you, now some things first.” You declared calling everyone’s attention. “Wanda is asleep she hasn’t felt well lately, so I expect you to be on your best behavious, understood?”

This time around you looked at Billy then a Tommy, both of them nodded squirming around in your arms until you put them back on the floor.

“Yes, mom!”

“Now, guys, remember what we practice?” The twins nodded their heads, Billy went to grab the jacket stretching his hand towards his brother who made a face but put the jacket on.

“Now, help America, Yelena, Kamala and Kate get into their rooms.”

You stood up winking at the young women, “the twins will help you guys settle down, you know for as long as you guys are here this is your home.”

America came to you giving you another hug, the both of you waited until everyone had gone back to the car and leave the both of you alone. The young woman stepped back, her dark eyes finally analysing the state you were in observing the bags under your eyes and the weak twitch of your lips.

“Is everything okay?”

You sighed shaking your head, “not really, Wanda has not felt well and I am out of ideas.”

America could tell you were really worried about your wife, she placed a hand on your forearm looking around then back at you.

“Have you guys talked to the doctor?”

“Yeah, he made some test and it all comes down to the fact that…” You trailed off shrugging, “they think the way the baby is just like Tommy and Billy.”

“they have powers.”

“Yep, and it seemed whatever powers they had it was taking its toll on her.”

The first time around no one spoke of the complications of pregnancy, no one had prepared you and Wanda to face a pregnancy with a set of twins that had powers whose energy sometimes was too much for Wanda to deal off alone. While it had been difficult, America had never seen the level of concern she was seeing in you right now back when the twins were born. You offered a weak smile shaking your head.

“Don’t worry, go get settle and I will wake Wanda so you can say hi.”

“Nah, don’t worry, I will do so when she is up. Don’t wake her up.”

You chuckled shaking your head, “you really have grown a lot, uh?”

“Of course, now that we are here we can help with the twins.” America heard laughter and something crashing into the ground, she winced turning towards the door. “I better make sure they don’t break anything.”

You watched America leave, standing there for a few moments you then turned around and made your way back into your room.

The place was dark, with a single figure resting on her side breathing in and out evenly. Your face softened almost instantly and whatever tiredness or worry you had felt dissipated when your eyes fell upon the figure of your pregnant wife. When you and Wanda had first come together, you had always wondered if a pregnancy was really possible. You wondered how the miracle worked and if Wanda was ready to face the fact that, perhaps, whatever child that was conceived might not be the same twins she had imagined at some point.

The world, the universe decided to prove you and her wrong.

As soon as you two started worrying about if it was possible or not, the miracle worked itself out and soon Wanda had gotten pregnant. The young woman had been terrified and she had cried her eyes out to Natasha because the last thing she wanted it was for you to doubt what was happening. She was so afraid to tell you her latest mood swing and crazy cravings along with the morning sickness had been an unexpected pregnancy.

Natasha had tried to mediate, but Wanda was terrified, she had tried to gather everything she had done in between the time of conception and the moment she found out about it to ensure she had proof of her fidelity to you.

You approached the bed remembering the day Wanda had told you about the twins. She had cried and you had laughed, you knew it was bound to happen. The other Wanda had told you the story, and all you had been doing was to wait. Wanda had been so relief, she just hugged you tightly promising to you she did nothing wrong and that her babies were yours.

The sleeping form on the bed shifted, you knelt in front of her your hand brushing away some strands of hair.

“Hey, sleepyhead, how are you?” You leaned in kissing Wanda on her forehead, the young woman fluttered her eyes open with her lips curling slightly.

“Hey, what time is it?” She asked groggily, you leaned in kissing her slowly melting into the lips until Wanda was putting you to her.

“America and the others are home.” You mumbled in between kisses, Wanda sighed offering a wicked smile.

“So we have a moment for ourselves?”  She wiggled her eyebrows and you couldn’t help but laugh at that, instead of taking into the offer you rested beside her kissing her face and neck.

“Mostly, the twins are in charge of settling them in but that won’t take too long.”  

Wanda pouted snuggling closer to you, her stomach pushing against yours making it difficult for you to actually hug her properly.

“I love you.” She said suddenly, looking up at you, you furrowed your brow never growing tired of her words.

“I love you too.”

This time around the kiss was a reassuring touch of lips, a simple promise of comfort while Wanda held onto your form with need. You broke the kiss, placing your hand on her stomach the little life growing inside her stirred restlessly.

“How are you feeling, love?” You nuzzled your nose against hers, Wanda sighed offering a comforting glance.

“I’m okay, just tired.”

“Soon, my love, soon the baby will be here and I will be able to help you more.”

“You’re doing enough, Y/N, stop worrying so much.” Wanda could tell these complications had affected your greatly.

This pregnancy had turned out to be quite the ordeal, Wanda never thought this time around things would be even more difficult than the first time. The baby inside of her had been consuming a lot of energy, and the young woman could sense just how restless the baby could get at times but mostly whenever Y/N was fuzzing over completely concern or helpless to help in the situation.  Wanda had tried to ease out your worries, but it was just part of your personality and part of who you were , and for that Wanda loved you even more.

“I worried enough.” You kissed Wanda again, needing for this moment to be special, for her to feel your love through the kiss while making sure your child was also aware of your protective nature. “I worried for you and the baby enough, I don’t want anything bad happening to either of you.”

Wanda cupped your face pecking your lips smiling, “nothing is gonna happen, now help me up because I want to greet America, I really missed her.”

You turned around standing up to give space to your wife, Wanda hid away her winced when she felt a pain on her side. When you turned to her she had already hidden her expression before grabbing your hand, squeeing it lightly putting you to her.

“Thank you.”

You blinked confusedly, “why?”

Wanda leaned back and the smile she offered you as enough to melt your heart all over again.

“For this.” She placed your hand on her stomach, then grabbed your other hand in hers. “For Believing in me, in us, for giving me this second chance. I love you so much.”

You furrowed your brows blinking slowly, your arms wrapped around her placing a kiss on her cheek.

“Baby, are you sure you’re okay?” This sudden outburst of honestly and love was not strange to you, but sometimes hearing Wanda voiced it made you think perhaps something had triggered such a reaction.

Wanda shook her head, grabbed your hand and dragged you to the door of the room.

“I just…I never get tired of telling this.”

You had been successfully distracted, Wanda could see the smile in your face while she tried to hide the pain in her abdomen. Making sure she held onto you she, follow you into the living room ready to greet America and the others while trying to forget her discomfort an enjoy the holidays with her family.

*****

In the next couple of days everyone seemed to fall into a light routine.

You loved having everyone at home, with Billy and Tommy growing up so fast and ready to use their powers, having some helped was always a welcome change. You and Wanda had been working around the baby’s room while making sure everyone was comfortable at home. Kamala and Kate had been ready to help you out while also loving the good share of stories you could share about either Yelena or America.

All in all, the holidays had become a real adventure and you couldn’t be happier to enjoy the time you spent with your family. In all that time, you had noticed Wanda had been quiet with just a few winces that she would brush off to continue spending time with America and the twins. You wished you could brush it off but the fact that Billy had been walking around her with that overprotective glint in his eyes told you there was something else going on.

You dropped on the sofa completely drained; the twins were on the TV room watching movies before getting ready to go to the city with America, Kamala, Kate and Yelena, while Wanda was taking a bath back in the room. You

“Honey! I’m home!!” Natasha entered the place looking around with her arms full of bags, she raised a brow looking around to see you sprawled on the sofa.

“Honey, I’m freaking tired.” You replied eyeing owlish at Natasha, the older woman snorted making her way to you dropping some of the bags on the sofa.

“So it seems. Where is everyone?” Natasha sat to your left, her hand playing with your hair while her eyes flashed concern. “You look sick.”

“Nah, I’m tired.” You replied sitting up while leaning against the older woman, Natasha was not completely sure about your words but for the time being she would let it slide.

“How was your flight?” You asked to Natsha who could only shrugged.

“It was okay, I was actually wondering if I would make it on time.”

In the last couple of years Natasha had been living in France, after he last mission and clear demands for her retirement she had made sure that no one, much less people from any government would find out where she had been leaving after getting off the grid.

“Good, I think you’re just on time, Wanda was getting ready just before we go to the Christmas market.” You straightened up nodding to the different bags now on your sofa. “Let me take you to your room, you can get ready because you are driving.”

“Oh, sure, put me through the torture of driving you and your wife while my sister and America deal with the twins.”

“You know that’s the only reason I invited you guys over, so someone can watch over them while I have my wicked way with my wife.”

You chuckled watching the face that Natasha was making at the moment, she picked up half of the bags while you helped with the other half.

“Please, keep those torrid details for yourself.” Natasha walked right behind you, her mind making a mental note to ensure you would actually have a good night sleep that day while watching over the twins.

“How’s Wanda? How far along is she?”

“She is fine, she just entered the eight month so she is huge and a little cranky about the whole thing,” You stopped death on your tracks turning to Natasha, “please don’t tell her I told you that.”

“Your secret is safe with me.”

You sighed in relief resuming your stroll, “I think she has been feeling some discomfort, but she is just to stubborn to say anything about it.”

“A discomfort?” This time around Natasha didn’t hide her worry, the last time had been difficult enough and this time around they had tried to make all the right arrangements to ensure the pregnancy was an easy one.

Tony had helped with that.

“Yeah, I don’t think is anything worth mentioning, but…” You hesitated, your mind was raising red flags, there was something bothering you about the whole situation but Wanda seemed to be fine. “I think the baby is taking up too much energy.”

“So, another powered kid?” Natasha snorted, though her eyes softened lightly. “Are you ready for another one?”

You chuckled shrugging, “obviously, I am not. But I’m just happy to welcome the baby into our lives, I love them already.”

Natasha smiled letting herself be told everything you had done ever since you and Wanda found out about the baby. She was happy to see she didn’t get it wrong the moment Wanda crossed the threshold of that very home to come and ask for help. Natasha had always known the hurt in your heart was deep, and that it would take years to heal, but at the end of the day, your loved for the other woman had been deep and pure enough to just work it out.

And now, after so many fights, so many heartbreaks and misunderstandings, happiness had come alongside peace for the both of you.

“Well, we’re leaving at four, so you ready to make the trip again? I wouldn’t mind if you stay…” You stated watching as Natasha yawned stretching around, the older woman winked at you.

“Don’t worry your little head, Y/N, I’m gonna take a bath and I will be there ready to leave.”

*****

It had become a tradition after the twins had been born.

They had been too small to remember those first times, but Wanda and you always remembered that first time. They were but babies wearing heavy coats and completely covered to protect them from the cold, Wanda had been walking side by side with you, her hand intertwined with yours looking around the town to see the Christmas Market already decorated and filled with decorations appropriate for the holidays. Every year decorations changed, and the Christmas Tree that decorated the main square was usually filled with crazy decorations that brough the attention of the children and everyone in general.

You wrapped your arms around Wanda, the brunette leaned back against your hold her lips curling into a content smile while Billy and Tommy grabbed the hands of Kate and Kamala. Everyone was enjoying the church choir, their voices filling the square with the smell of food and winter.

“Are you happy?” You whispered in her ear, Wanda tilted her head in a way that she could see into your eyes.

Her body relaxed into your embrace with a softening and a gleam you had come to associate with the state she was in. You smiled at her, and soon Wanda was kissing you slowly, the softness of her lips against yours danced for a while until the both of you broke.

“I never thought I would be happy again.” She whispered only for you to hear; you furrowed your brows but your wife eased out your thoughts. “And then you came into my life again and gave me the most beautiful gift ever. So yes, I am happy, Y/N, you are my happiness.”

You nuzzled your face on her hair, your arms tightening protectively around her frame.

“You are my happiness as well, Little Witch.” You pecked her cheek turning your attention to the twins, Tommy was looking back at you two furrowing his brows before turning his attention back to the chorus. “You have given me the most amazing gift anyone can give a person, my family.”

“My wife, such a romantic…” Wanda turned back to the choir clenching her jaw tightly holding her breath for a moment before easing in your arms to try and hide her sudden pain.

While you and Wanda were sitting in the back, America turned to Tommy who was grasping her hand rather tightly. She frowned seeing as the little boy was clenching his eyes close with a stressful expression crossing his young features.

“Tommy, are you alright?”

Billy perked up at the question, he turned worriedly to his brother grabbing his hand frowning at the obvious discomfort coming from his brother.

“Tommy?” Yelena put a hand on Billy’s shoulder to stop him from shaking his brother, Tommy had tears in his eyes lifting his head to America.

The young woman could see the distress behind his brown eyes, his face was contorting into a rictus of pain and confusion.

“Billy…” America started but soon the young boy turned around sharply lifting his hand.

“Mommy!” He exclaimed letting go of America’s hand and running towards Wanda.

The four young women and Billy followed Tommy’s actions, Kamala was the first one to react placing a hand on her mouth her eyes wide open when she realized Wanda was almost on the ground with red mist surrounding her body.

“Shit, what the hell…” America stood up and ran towards them while Kate held onto Billy before he could run towards his mothers.

“Wait, Billy, let’s go slowly…” Kate held onto Billy who was not really struggling against her hold.

Some of the onlookers had also realized that something had happened, many had tried to put their phones out while Kamala lifted a single protective wall around the woman. She and Kate exchanged looks making their way to Wanda.

You should have known that Wanda was not doing okay.

She had erupted into a fit of shivers, before exuding some of her magic and then falling with a hand on her stomach. Natasha was holding her from one side while you were holding the other one; Tommy came right away kneeling in front of Wanda.

“Mommy…” You glanced at your son then at America nodding at her, the young woman grabbed Tommy holding him in her arms.

“Mommy…is fine, baby.” Wanda said through gritted teeth, Tommy shook his head.

“Mommy, the baby…” Tommy started, your eyes open wide in terror when Wanda let out a scream holding her abdomen and crying.

The burst of energy coming from her was almost burning you, Natasha winced almost letting go of Wanda while locking her stare with yours.

“We need to go to a hospital, Love,” You started, Wanda grabbed your hand looking paled.

“Y/N…”

“Mommy!” Tommy struggled against the hold of America, watching with tears as his mom screamed again.

“Damn, I don’t think we can’t move her…” You hesitated lifting your hand, your eyes locked onto your son’s ones. “Tommy, can you help me?”

America put the boy on the ground and he came right towards Wanda, you smiled at him though it came more like a grimace. Tommy didn’t dare to touch Wanda, so he turned to you with big eyes.

“Baby, how is the baby? You can feel them?”

Tommy nodded looking half terrified, half powerless.

“Tommy, is mommy too weak?” You asked again, the boy glanced at Wanda then at you shaking his head.

“Baby, I need you to be strong, you will be with your big sister and your aunty and you and Billy will reach us in the hospital, okay?”

Before Tommy could protest Wanda screamed again, you twitched your hand in the air and the shadows consumed you, Wanda and Natasha. Tommy hugged America tightly, his tears were falling freely getting America’s cheeks and neck wet.

“Mommy.” The little boy whispered, America hugged him tightly lifting him in her arms, she turned to see Billy was now holding onto Kate.

“What the hell happened?” Yelena was as confused as the rest, America leaned back trying to make Tommy lift his eyes.

“Tommy, you know what happened?” America asked softly, the group was already making their way to the car.

“Mommy was sick. The baby was not feeling good.” Tommy mumbled, “she wanted out.”

America stopped death on her tracks, she glanced down at the boy furrowing her brows.

“She?” As far as America knew, you and Wanda had decided to keep the sex of the bay a secret.

No one knew about it, and thus so far all the colours in the room had been neutral colours, or those each one of the family favour. Tommy was crying softly, nodding.

“She is scared, she wants out.”

“You mean, the baby?” America asked once more, Tommy nodded.

“Is mommy okay?” Billy asked, the four women looked at one another then the continued their walk to the car.

“Yes, Billy, she is going to be okay, and your little sister as well.” America tossed the keys to Yelena who wasted not time to go into the car and start the engine.

The hospital was quiet, America and the others came rushing in until one nurse put a finger on her lips glaring at them. America was about to fight, when a hand on her shoulder distracted her. She turned to the source to see Kamala offering a softening stare, America huffed nodding walking towards the reception.

“Hello, good night,” she started in her most diplomatic tone, “I was looking for someone.”

“Of course, tell me…”

“America!” Natasha was coming right in, her pants had some blood on it and the older woman was looking tired.

“Natasha, what happened?”

“Where is Wanda?

“Where is Y/N?”

Natasha lifted a hand, she glanced at the receptionist then back at the women and the twins, she cocked her head signalling a waiting room at the other side of the hall.

Tommy and Billy were holding onto America and Kate respectively, America was comforting the boy in her arms while looking at Natasha waiting for her explanations.

“Well?”

“They are fine, right now they are in surgery.” Natasha explained, she lifted a calming hand to the sudden outburst of inquiries. “Wanda has been feeling the discomfort for quite some time, she didn’t say anything so Y/N or anyone would get scared and Christmas would be ruined.”

“That’s stupid! We wouldn’t care if the baby decides to come first! She could have told us and save us this heart attack.” Yelena crossed her arms looking away. “This is so stupid.”

Natasha let her hand rested on Yelena’s forearm, the young Widow huffed though she leaned closer to the touch. Tommy and Billy were holding hands, the came closer with their eyes filled with tears and their little faces showing the emotions going through them. There was a palpable tension in each and every single person in the hall, the sound of people coming in and out of the hospital alongside the voices of the staff were soon forgotten in favour to Natasha holding the twins.

Kamala grabbed America’s hand leaning against her frame, while Kate hooked her arm with Yelena’s one. The stood there for a moment, America berating herself for not being more attentive and letting those little discomforts pass instead of raised the alarm with Y/N and Natasha and Yelena.

“Is mommy okay?” Billy asked in a thin voice, he cuddled closer to Natasha who nodded briefly.

“Yes, Billy, she is fine.”

“Is her tummy hurting?” Tommy mumbled wiggling the fingers of his hand, “mummy was sad and her tummy was making pum pum pum and not bum bum bum like always.”

Natasha creased her brows at the explanation, she knew Tommy was the sensitive one and he was the one showing magical abilities that would be similar to those of Wanda. You had told her several stories in which the boy would be the first one to know exactly how others feel, and he was always ready to help. He had been the first one to sense something different in Wanda, and was always overprotective of his mother as soon as he found out he was going to be a big brother.

“Tommy, did you see something different about mommy?” Natasha finally asked leaning back, the little boy crossed stares with Billy before nodding.

“Mummy is always shinning,” here Tommy stretched his arms with big, brown eyes, “and she is warm, but…”

“She is gloomy and cold.” Billy ended having heard his brothers theory.

“Is mummy sick because of me?” Tommy’s eyes filled with tears, “I try to be good big brother, auntie Tasha, I swear.”

“Oh, baby no, you’re not to blame.” This time around Natasha hugged the twins tightly. “Mummy is just pregnant and these things can happen to anyone, you did so well protect mummy with Billy.”

“That’s right, Little dude, it’s just that your sibling wants to be born now, it is nothing else.” This time around it was Kate the one saying this, she knelt placing her hand on Tommy’s back.

“You guys are amazing, and right now that baby is going to be the luckiest one having such brave big brothers like the both of you.” Yelena continued placing her hand on Billy’s head.

The twins seemed to calm down under these words, both of them holding onto Kate and Yelena who decided to take them for a little walk to the hospital cafeteria. Natasha waited until they were far away before turning to America, the young woman had the same concern stare as the twins thought she was tyring to hide it behind a façade of faux bravery.

“How are they, really?”

Natasha sighed pointing to the closest chairs leading America and Kamala there.

“Wanda was in pain, her blood pressure dropped and by the time the doctor could do a quick checkup he decided the best option was for a c-section.”

“How is Y/N? Can we see them? What about the baby?” America was bouncing on the chair, her left leg was raising rapidly as she tapped the ground with her heel.

Kamala placed a soothing hand on her leg, leaning closer with her eyes on Natasha. America leaned into the touch dropping her eyes while taking a deep breath, Natasha saw as the young woman started taking deep breaths glancing at Kamala while offering a weak smile.

“Wanda is in surgery right now, they allowed Y/N to be there.” Natasha leaned back, she took a deep breath placing a hand on her eyes. “The doctor said this is normal, and that up until two weeks ago everything was just fine with the pregnancy, I guess having a powered child is really far too much sometimes.”

“Is she gonna be okay? What about the baby?” This time it was Kamala the one asking the questions, Natasha dropped her hand turning green eyes to the young woman.

“They are going to be fine, but we will have to wait.”

*****

 It was past midnight by the time you finally could sit down on the hospital chair.

Your arms were holding the small frame of your daughter, a beautiful baby girl that was fast asleep with a crunched-up nose and closed fists. You held the baby closer to your chest, tears in your eyes while Wanda slept; you had never be so scared before that moment. The fact that Wanda had hidden her pain, and then the news that the surgery could be a dangerous ordeal and probably stressful for both, the baby and Wanda, left you powerless to do anything at all.

It had taken less than a couple of hours for you to almost lose your baby and your wife.

Your heart shrank painfully inside your chest, the heavy void that settled in your abdomen was still tingling inside your body.

“You gave us quite the scare, baby girl.” You whispered poking the kid on her nose, softening the moment she wriggled her nose but kept sleeping in your arms.

There was a knock on the door, but before you could say anything at all the door opened and you could see your friends and family coming on. Your eyes lit up watching as Billy and Tommy came to you rubbing their eyes, their steps were tentative and their eyes were searching around until they found the bundle in your arms.

“Where’s mummy?” Tommy asked in a groggy voice, you glanced at Natasha then at Tommy and Billy.

“Mummy is still with the doctor, baby.” You leaned forward nodding to the twins. “You guys wanna meet your baby sister?”

The boys nodded eagerly coming closer to you, both of them leaned forward being careful in their movements. Their eyes went big, and soon their mouths drew a smile while glancing at you and the baby.

“She is too small!” Billy said with his hand twitching at his side.

“She is.”

“What’s her name?” Tommy asked cocking his head.

“Well, baby, since mummy and I didn’t want to name the baby until they were born, we haven’t decided.” You winced sheepishly lifting your face to the adults in the room. “I guess she would be Baby Girl Maximoff until I can talk to Wanda.”

America approached you, her eyes showing not only how tired she felt but the tears she had shared moments ago with Natasha under the stress of the night. You nodded at her lifting your arms, in a silent offer for the young woman to carry the baby. America didn’t waste any time running to another chair and getting ready to hold the baby.

“You guys didn’t choose a name? Really?” Yelena finally asked watching from afar, while she loved the twins and she had helped raised them, when they had been born she had been the last one to pick them up. They had been so small she was afraid of hurting them.

“Well, we did think about it, we just…” You trailed off letting out a heavy sigh, your hand went to the back of your head scratching softly. “I want to do it with Wanda.”

Natasha gave you a hug, whispering in your ear.

“How is she?”

“She was not doing fine, they took her to the ICU for observation. The baby, she was so healthy and so full of energy…” You hugged. “The doctor thinks is because of her particularity, we still haven’t figure it out and he said if we want he could sent some samples to Stark Industries for further investigation…”

“You want them to dig into it?” Natsha inquired but you shook your head.

“I know my babies are special, Tasha, not because of their powers but because they are ours.” You replied looking while the four women all dotted on the baby talking with Billy and Tommy while making fun of America and Yelena’s childish behaviour.

“I guess at some point we will need to find out if it is too much, but for now everything is just as it should have been…Wanda was just spending too much with the baby and since she didn’t say anything…”

“I know.” Natasha hesitated before grabbing your hand. “You can go, I watch over them and the baby.”

Your face broke into a grateful smile, you leaned in kissing Natsha on her cheek.

“Thank you.”

With one last glance to the baby and the twins, you turned around and left to make your way to the ICU.

This was the quietest place in the hospital.

There were cubicles big enough to hold a bed with the multiple machines necessary to keep a person alive. It smelt strongly to antiseptic mixed with blood, the nurse station was lone but you didn’t need anyone giving you directions, you knew exactly where you wanted to go.

Wanda was paled, with bags under her eyes and her hair sprawl on the pillow. She was fast asleep, tired after the ordeal he had suffered early in the evening. You approached the bed, your heart ripping away at the sight; when your hand grabbed hers your blood turned cold. She was freezing.

With fear gripping up your throat, you leaned in placing a kiss on your wife’s forehead.

“Hey, Little Witch, how are you doing?” You held back your sobs, brushing your lips on her forehead. “You were so brave today, love. Our baby girl is so strong, she is with our family and her big brothers right now. We all are waiting for you.”

You lifted her hand to your lips, placing a single kiss on her knuckles you rubbed the single hand in yours trying to share some of your body warmth through the massages. You wished there was something else you could do, that there was something else you could say but at the moment you were just lost.

Never before did you imagine you would see Wanda like this. Bringing over a chair to be as close to Wanda as you could, you placed another kiss on her hand smiling through your tears you started talking to your wife making sure she knew you were waiting for her.

Wanda felt her body stirred painfully.

She knew she should be worried about, though she was not completely sure what it was.

She opened her mouth trying to grasp the air while her eyes were struggling to be opened. There was something holding her hand, it was warm and comforting, she stirred once more and with some effort made herself open her eyes.

“Ugh…” She let out a moan closing her eyes before blinking away the blinding light of the lights above her head.

“Wanda!”

Wanda knew that voice, without thinking too much she opened her eyes and sure enough they you were. Whatever fear or uncertainty she felt moments ago, it disappeared as soon as she registered your voice and saw your frame through blurry glances.

“Y/N…” Her voice sounded rough, unused, and her heart jumped wildly in her chest when you placed a single kiss on her lips.

“My Little Witch, you’re awake.” There was some commotion she could catch with her ears, she wanted to talk and ask what had happened, but the drowsiness was overwhelming and soon she was falling into a pit of darkness.

The second time she woke up, the light of the day was filtering through the blinds. She opened her eyes slowly, first making sure she would not hurt herself or that her body was actually hers and no more side effects of a drug were affecting her senses. Once she had made herself conscious of her body, she went to remember what had happened.

Like a jolt of electricity her hand went to her abdomen and she went to sit up right away.

A pair of hands on her shoulders stopped her from doing a brusque movement, and it wasn’t until then that she saw your face bringing over a peacefulness she only allowed around you.

“Y/N.” This time around the name came dry, but it was clear.

“Hey, Little Witch.” You stood up bringing over a glass of water with a straw. “Here you can drink just a little to wet your mouth and throat.”

Wanda did that, her eyes moving frantically around the room.

“Y/N, the baby…”

She gauged your expression, and while there was sadness there Wanda could tell you were just relief. You grabbed her hand putting some strands of hair out of the way, leaning in to place a single kiss on her forehead.

“The baby is fine, America and the others are watching over her.”

“Her?” Wanda asked confusedly, you nodded and this time around you couldn’t hide your smile.

“We have a baby girl, my love.”

Wanda sighed in relief, she lifted her head and you understood her need right away. When your lips closed around hers your heart soared with relief and love for the woman you thought you had lost. You kissed Wanda with the emotions that had overwhelmed you in the last couple of days.

“What happened? Are you okay? The Twins?”

“Hey, it’s okay, I will tell you everything and it is going to be fine,” you stated raining kisses all over Wanda’s face, “you don’t know just how much I love you, and how happy you make me every day, Wanda.”

“Y/N, what is it? What happened?” This time around Wanda couldn’t hide the concern in her voice, your actions were making her worried but you just kept placing kisses on her while grabbing her hand in yours.

“Just…give me a moment, please? I need to know you are okay, that you are here.”

“I am here, love, I always will be.”

You smiled before wrapping your arms around Wanda allowing the tears to fall, the fears that had consumed you in the last couple of days finally dissipating under the embrace of your wife.

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New Years Eve came with a light snow, and the glimpses of a cold wintery sun above the sky.

Wanda sat by the window of the baby’s room.

She was sitting on the nursery glider feeding the baby while everyone got ready to welcome the new year. The last couple of days had been a total rush, with everything happening in the blink of an eye without giving time to anyone to process the events. Wanda had woken up in the hospital after being unconscious for a week, the doctor had been monitoring her case and they had made sure she had everything she needed it to improve her condition but, at the end of the day, everything seemed to be up to her to get along with the recovery.

When she finally woke up, she found herself scared for her baby and her family. He could see the devastating effect the situation had on you, the lack of sleep and the deep pain this caused in you was still visible from time to time in your eyes. It had taken some time, bit after a full check-up and two days under medical observation, Wanda was free to go home.

Christmas had already come and gone, and now she was just waiting to start a new chapter in her life with you and her family. Wanda softened her stare when her eyes fell upon the form of her baby girl. She had been a miracle child; a part of Wanda had already sensed just the power residing inside her. It was all consuming at first until it was finally getting into tune with Wanda’s powers and energy. A part of her had always brushed it off mainly because she thought it was supposed to be that way, but after the scared all of them suffered she realized she should have said something about it.

“You’re gonna be a troublemaker, I can see it now.” Wanda whispered poking the baby’s nose lightly, the little girl opened her eyes watching her with innocence before snuggling closer to her mother.

“I surely hope no, I can already see the kind of trouble she will bring when she starts dating.” You were leaning on the wall watching Wanda in silence, the young woman smiled at you.

“Are you thinking about that already? She is just a child!” Wanda giggled when you approached her, your lips had always been a source of comfort and tenderness, your kisses made her heart tingled and her soul soared with love.

“Our child.” You whispered without breaking the kiss, Wanda sighed leaning against you holding the baby tightly. “How are you?”

Wanda could tell the traces of concern shinning in your eyes, she lifted her hand to cup your cheek offering the most tender smile she could muster you with.

“I’m amazing, love, thank you for always worrying about me.”

You mirrored her smile placing a hand on top of hers, “I don’t know what I would do if you were not in my life, Wanda. After we found one another again, you and the children became my everything.”

“I know, love. You are my everything, you and our family.” Wanda lowered her gaze where the baby was fast asleep. “Elizabeth.”

“Uh?” You furrowed your brows turning to Wanda.

“Elizabeth.” She repeated glancing from you to the baby. “A couple of months ago you started talking about baby names, and this one got you so excited at that time.”

“It has a lot of history, you know?” You replied rather shyly, Wanda chuckled nodding. “It is a beautiful name, I just…you meant it?”

“Yeah, you like it?”

You blinked a couple of times before answering, “welcome to the family, Elizabeth Maximoff.”

The baby was still fast asleep, but Wanda felt her heart melting under your words. She could feel your love pouring right out to her and the baby, your lips bringing comfort before you lifted Elizabeth in your arms placing her on her crib. A flash of doubt passed through Wanda’s eyes, but you grabbed her hand putting her to you, your left hand on her hip and the right hand holding her left hand.

“She is going to be okay, I will watch over her with my shadows and we can go and see what you sons have been working on in the last couple of days.”

“Oh, God, Tommy and Billy,” Wanda exclaimed ready to leave but stopped when you held her back offering a comforting smile. “I forgot about them! I don’t think…”

“They are big brothers now, Little Witch, they understand what you have been doing lately.” You nuzzled your nose against hers. “We all understand. They are going to be out there waiting for you.”

Wanda slowed down her breathing closing her eyes while melting away in your arms.

“I don’t know what I did right to be back in your life, but I just…” Wanda had tears in her eyes, you chuckled kissing her eyes softly.

“A part of me knew you were my happiness, Wands. It took time, and heartbreak but…we are here, together.”

“Do you regret it?” Wanda asked out of the blue, you blinked a couple of times before shaking your head.

“I don’t regret a single thing in our past, Wands.” Wanda furrowed her brow ready to argue but you put a single finger on her lips. “I don’t. Whatever happened, however it happened, it brought us to where we are today, if it hadn’t been because of this you and I would have never found our paths again and would have never understood the importance of being who we are, of always being honest…of never give up.”

Wanda didn’t mean for the tears to start rolling down her cheeks, but it happened. You cupped her face in your hands, your eyes completely locked with hers.

“We got together at the right time, and we came back to each other when we were meant to. Now, we have a family, and a life full of love and adventures, a life away from the dangers of the world.”

“I thought you missed it, that perhaps…” Wanda sobbed hugging you tightly. “I love you.”

You chuckled hugging her back, your arms wrapping comfortingly around her. You knew about her fears, she had told you everything about them in her moments of weakness. You were always there listening to her and comforting her making sure she knew she deserved to be happy and that, whatever bad had happened in the past, shouldn’t be replicated it in her future.

“I love you too, Wanda. With all my heart. You and my family are all that matters to me now.”

“You are the very beat of my heart, Y/N. Thank you for giving me my family, thank you for being my family.”

You kissed her with all the love you held for her. Your lips moulding with hers, your hands mapping her form while putting her closer to your body; Wanda smiled into the kiss her arms wrapping tenderly around your shoulders. You pressed your forehead against hers, her eyes gleaming contentedly as they looked into yours.

“Are you planning on the fourth child, Mrs. Maximoff?” You asked earning a light-hearted laugh from Wanda, the woman winked at you breaking the contact while grabbing your hand and dragging you towards the door.

“Perhaps, are you ready for another one?” She asked coyly, you chuckled shaking your head.

“Oh, I am, though I was thinking we could…you know? Have some fun first.”

“Patience, my love, patience always pays, right?”

You grinned nodding, “it always does.”

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Author's Note: So, this is the end.

This story was everything to me, and it happened in a moment of my life in which I have to live a lot of things. I grew so much, and I really love the final turn it took. I hope you guys like it as much as I love writing it, and I will see you in the next adventure!

[flfverse]

✨beta call✨

so, as you know, i have a beta for my flfverse fics. as of the past few months, they’ve been very busy with irl stuff and haven’t been able to read for me, and as you might have noticed [glances at Cross the Line] some works are stuck in limbo bc of it.

in order to let me feel less guilty about nudging them and take some stuff off their plate, i’m tossing a line out to the masses! hi!

details under the cut <3

SO i am admittedly a bit picky in this department, hence why it took like three months to work up to a call.

i’m looking for betas for Cross the Line (bakudeku) and Free Falling (dabihawks), as well as other assorted oneshots that i have scattered around (so far, mostly following class a). you can beta for all of them, any combination, or just one. doesn’t matter to me, just please be realistic with what you think you can handle.

potentially unnecessary amount of detail incoming. it’s very early and i Need to be Clear i get so worried. pls don’t be intimidated.

as far as handling goes, what are Beta Duties??

for me, beta-ing is 40% brainstorming help, 40% hype squad, and 20% actual editing help.

brainstorming i think is pretty self-explanatory, it’s mostly me crashing into your dms with random thoughts bc i am a chaos agent of disorganization, and you telling me if it’s cool or not and possibly riffing off it. but if you want to be the chaos agent with random thoughts, absolutely, go wild. also a lot of the time it will be me going “ugh i need to name this thing help” or “what are some activities that don’t involve eating bc i’ve already written four meals this chapter.” fun!

hype squad mostly means, uh, exactly what it sounds like. nice comments, reacting to things, yada yada. it’s not that hard i’m very easy to please i just thrive on validation and am frequently afraid that i magically lost my touch and accidentally wrote the worst thing ever.

editing entails mostly spelling, grammar, and punctuation, plus things like consistency and logic. i do not really edit my fics; there’s enough work in writing them, especially for these projects. instead, i do a lot of frontwork in outlining and drafting—i’ll probably have betas give feedback on those outlines as well for that purpose. that doesn’t mean you can’t point out a larger issue if you see it, butttt i might just decide it’s cool as-is. soz.

consider also the length of the projects. Cross the Line is probably about 2/3 of the way done, and oneshots will be ongoing but sporadic at best, while i try to keep Free Falling to 2 updates a month and it will probably go on for a million years.

alright, so if that sounds cool to you, shoot me a dm! i have parts of a shintodo oneshot and bakudeku oneshot in this ‘verse written that i will send to any potential betas as a trial run but don’t let that scare you off! they’re each about 2.5k and it’s all very lowkey and chill.

i almost exclusively have only close friends beta my stuff so i’m out here like a skittish animal about it lmao and i need to test the Vibes. objectively i don’t really edit so it’s barely different from posting to ao3 but. forgive me i am tenderhearted.

okay, that concludes our beta call! <3 see y’all uh soon.

so, that’s that! if you are interested shoot me a dm

[originalchibimonkey]

So, in recent weeks I've been FLOODED by bots who have been following my blog, sending me messages, and otherwise disturbing my simple existence as a shitposter. As I'm doing a minecraft and blocking them all, I've noticed that a lot of them have emojis and single word statements, which I shall now overanalyze and rate because I have homework I'm procrastinating on. Please forgive any spelling/grammar issues, English is my first language and I suck at it.

We start off strong with this blog, who right away let's you know what it's about with the eggplant and corn emoji. It's direct and simple, and combined with the gasping monkey and word "Hottie" really sells the whole 'adult bot blog' vibe. The one thing that throws me off here is the "20", Turkey emoji, and "Algeria". Is the turkey suppose convey a similar meaning as the eggplant and corn emoji? If so, wouldn't the chicken emoji be more effective? Furthermore, I sense the 20 is suppose to suggest the age here, but paired with the imagery of the turkey seems to suggest there are 20 Turkey running this blog, all of whom seem to be from the country of "Algeria". If this is indeed the case, then the eggplant and corn emojis lose their adult meaning and instead suggests that this is a blog dedicated to farming. The gasping monkey could be read as us, the viewers, being shocked by Algeria's agriculture as well as being attracted to it due to its economical value, hence the word 'hottie'. Unfortunately, this reading cannot be proven, as there is no pictures on this blog other than an image of a young woman for the profile, which was likely stolen from somebody's tinder. Overall, I give this a 6/10, as I feel like the usage of the vegetable imagery and term 'hottie' was straightforward, and it made me interested in Algerian agricultural.

This next one also has a turkey in it, which I feel has some sort of meaning that I'm missing because I am an idiot. So the major issue I have here is with the emoji choices. The smirking face next the word 'babe' is pretty good—I feel like it has a nice suggestive flair to it—but I'm confused about the mushroom. What is it suppose to relay here? Perhaps that this bot is a 'fungi' to know? Perhaps it is suppose to remind the viewer of the popular 'cottagecore' aesthetic? If we're going with the cottagecore aesthetic, I think it pairs nicely with the flowers, but with the turkey, I think whatever AI generated this should have gone with something like a dove or a toad, just to match the garden/feminine vibe that I often see with cottagecore. Utah is a rather 'meh' location, not incredibly exciting or exotic, but kinda simple and easy place to take it. In my opinion, it's a rather safe location to choose, because people from Utah often act like they are robots, so any awkward interaction with this blog can be dismissed as a real Utahian learning to communicate with other people. I don't know what the x between the flowers mean—perhaps it is suppose to be a mouth and the two flowers are the eyes? Perhaps the delicate pink petals contrasted with the hot pink of the background is suppose to imply some sort of suggestive imagery and the x is suppose to remind us of "X-rated" material? Idk. 5/10 for this one, the babe and smirking face go together, but I feel like the rest fall short of catching the attention of the viewer.

Okay, so I love the philosophical question this one poses. For as long as humans have existed, we have asked ourselves this question and have yet to come up with a solid answer. The fire and smirking face really portrays humanity's fiery determination and confidence to solve this riddle, although I will admit the repeated face of the smirking devils indicates a mischievous element to this problem. Perhaps those devils represent how the universe toys with us, dangling the answer to this question just out of our reach and laughing as we argue amongst ourselves. Perhaps they are suppose to represent the evils in this world that divide us, making us think one option is better than the other and turning us against each other. Again, the philosophical element of this bio is fantastic. I do not like the usage of the panda, tulip, or term 'billards'—they distract too much from the thesis. I think it would be better if the panda was replaced with a peach (reminding us of the rear we all fear yet desire) and the tulip being cherries (representing both the body part and the sweetness of victory as we finally solve this problem). I think Billards could be replaced with "Ponder this", as it strengthens the question. Thus, 9/10, Socrates would love this shit.

My biggest issue immediately with this is the location. Francisco is not in Idaho and the usage of the entire Earth just highlights the AI's incapability to accurately determine where the city is. Usage of emojis is completely random: blind monkey with coffee: perhaps a nod to the way society turns a blind eye to the price we pay for our consumption of goods? Thar could explain the earth, which is suffering because of our capitalistic ways. The yellow heart with Idaho implies some sort of love for the state, but since the bot obviously doesn't know what cities are in Idaho, I find the combination to be rather meaningless. Mushroom again, completely out of place here and, because of its location next to Franciso, makes me think of illegal substances, which only serves to further my dislike of this set up 3/10, poorly executed.

The last one and this one is confusing for me. First, we have the sentence "Fishing really bad babe". Now this makes me think of two things: 1 this bot is self aware how poorly it is catfishing humans and is making fun of itself, which explains the tongue sticking out in a playful manner. If the hands emoji are interpreted as a high five, this furthers the joke, as the bot is like "yeah I suck, high five bro!" 2: this is a message from a Marine Biologist to their romantic partner, sadly explaining that they are having poor luck at fishing. If the hands are seen to be clasped in prayer, it indicates that biologist desires for divine help in his activity. The fire and the smirking devil do well in strengthening the word 'bad' and pairs well with the black heart (which can be read as the biologist's darkening emotions as he continues to fail his task), but the orange just seems out of place here. Perhaps it is meant to represent both the bot and the biologist's desired fruit of their labor? I don't know really what to make of this line up, but I do feel like there is potential in it 6/10

Now if you excuse me, I have to continue procrastinating on the work I was suppose to do thirty minutes ago.

[al3xp3rsonal]

Like I get what you're saying but I have seen waaaay too many people say "cis men and TMES" to think that TME means cis men too.

right but it does? TME just means Transmisogyny Exempt. Just because some people use it weirdly doesn’t mean its like. A nonsense term. And not to discount your experience anon, but like. I have never seen cis men be referred to seperately from TME folks when discussing transmisogyny. I’m curious if you have any evidence of people using Cis men and TME seperately? As completely seperate catagories, with no overlap, to be specifc.

imo i find it to be far more a useful term to discuss issues of gender than terms like AFAB or AMAB. Because TME is far more direct and productive, while terms like AFAB or AMAB lump trans men in with women, and trans women in with men. Which is. Kinda nasty. People claim TME is bioessentialisyt, but the alternatives used are far more reductive. I would rather be referred to as TME (says something meaningful about my relationship with bigotry, and allows trans femmes to discuss how they are uniquely effected by a type of bigotry) than o be referred as AFAB (only information we get is what genitals i had when i was born.)

i think a lot of the issue here is that TME is being brought up when talking about how trans women are unfairly treated in LGBT communities. And paticularly on tumblr, where a lot of this discourse is happening, theres a lot of trans girls, nonbinary folks, trans guys, and cis but bi/lesbian/generally gay girls. Not a lot of cis guys, even cis gay/bi folk. So a lot of trans men take this as ‘we’re being grouped in with women’ rather than ‘we’re being grouped in with LGBT people who arent the primary targets of transmisogyny’. Because cis men arent as prevalent in these spaces

idk. I think TME is a very useful term, and a lot of the pushback is due to transmisogyny, and trans men often taking these women’s words in bad faith. I think a lot of it is men feeling their egos have been bruised by women pointing out the misogyny they face. Which. The more things change, the more things stay the same.

anyway the best treatment for having a bruised ego is to ensure you behave in a way that supports trans women (and women generally). Its the thing of ‘man gets mad when a woman complains about shitty men’. Like. Yeah your ego may be bruised but the soloution to that is not be a dick, and make sure other people arent dicks to women. Not to complain at the women for. Being hurt by men.

TLDR: TME does refer to cis men, however theres not a lot of cis men on tumblr, so a lot of trans men take trans women’s words in bad faith, and then they feel their egos have been bruised, or they’ve been misgendered (when the functionally havn’t). This is the exact same stuff that happens with cis people, and the answer to it is to not be misogynistic generally, and to make an effort ensure other men aren’t misogynistic. Women will stop complaining about men being misogynistic dicks, when they stop being misogynistic dicks as a whole. Cis or trans.

please forgive my poor spelling an grammar. I am taking notes for my law lecture at the same time lol. Did you know that in the UK, children under 16 cannot enter a contract unless it is not unreasonable, and is commonly entered by children that age? Unless the contract is making a will (children older than 12), Medical Procedures, or Instructing a solicitor.