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veintrry · 2 years ago

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winter greetings and their departures.

wanderer x gn!reader, sweet & soft fluff, emotional angst, loss, memory loss.

warning! minor spoilers for wanderers backstory and major spoilers for 3.3 sumeru story quest. 4.3k words.

an: hi this is me b4 writing this and i feel like this is gonna ruin me.

edit: I'm ruined. I hate everything. part 2!

There was never much that Winter would bring to Snezhnaya, after all, it was always winter here. From the piping hot delicacies, the layers of clothing, the deep inches of snow. You practically didn't need to wait for Winter to come. However, what it does bring is gifts, and one day you received a puppet at your doorstep, unbeknownst to you that is.

A couple of weeks ago you had found a boy slumped up against the wall of your house. Seeing this as you hummed to yourself planning to spend the day shopping, you obviously were surprised at the figure that donned a large hat and light clothing sat unconscious against the wall. At first you had assumed that maybe it was a drunk who didn't know better, however, after feeling his temperature, you decided to leave the pondering for later.

After a tough struggle of getting him into your home, you laid him on your couch, draping him in multiple blankets. Immediately after doing so you put a hand to feel for his pulse but nothing came through and panic surged through your body. You tried feeling for his heart but nothing beat underneath your palm and there was no sign of his chest ever having been raising up and down, even back when you found him outside. Had he died out in front of your house that long ago? You felt guilty for not being there soon enough but you were wondering just for how long had he been out there? Why did no one help?

You didn't exactly know what to do till you saw him open his eyes, sending your body stumbling backwards as you yelped form the horrifying sight. He's dead. He's meant to be dead. "Who the hell are you?" This doesn't happen to dead people does it? God, please, what possession occurred within your home? "You're alive?" You inched near him. "Of course I'm alive, have you ever seen a dead person before or should I show you one?" Despite his threats you were relieved to know he was well, "Oh my god, you're alive." You say as the weight leaves your shoulders. "I couldn't feel your heartbeat so I thought you had died by now." You don't notice the way his face scrunched at your words.

"Who are you?" You know, he was awfully direct for someone who was drunk prior. "I'm the person who had to drag you out of the freezing cold." You tell him your name as you expect a form of thanks or emotional gratitude but it never comes. "Do you want me to get on my knees and pledge loyalty to you?" Maybe you should've left him to die.

—

But you didn't, that's why you were here now, eating dinner together like you do every day.

You came to find that the young man, who's name you came to find out is Scaramouche, was not as bad as you thought he was despite his horrible personality. In fact, he was good company once you adapted to his way of speaking. He clearly isn't as direct about his emotions as you thought he was.

You would say you two had become good friends since the incident that occurred, although, he's never really told you how he ended up there. You always thought he was too embarrassed to admit what occurred, after all he has a lot of pride, but you've come to realise he doesn't enjoy alcohol, not unless he seems to be in a bad mood. You never wished to pry onto what happened for him to end up in such a state so you let it be.

"It tastes good right?" The question leaves your mouth excitedly as you expect to be praised. It had been the first time you were the one who made dinner because ever since the first time he met you he decided you were too careless and 'might try to poison him' if he lets you do the cooking. But, after some haggling, you managed to persuade him. Most likely because he seems to have grown a soft spot for you. "It's fine."

Your spoon hitting the bottom of the bowl. A silence overcame the room. The dish before you two was goulash, but not just any goulash, no, it was Your Special Goulash recipe. You had mastered this recipe to perfection, no, more than perfection, it is a goulash so good the Archons would be astounded. "Liar." You bitterly said. "What, you seek more praise?" He spoke, his voice was somewhat laced sweetly with honey as though to further taunt you. "Yes. Yes, I do. This is years of work, it is more than fine, it is magnificent!" You take strong pride in your skills when it comes to cooking and it won't be undermined. "I think it's pretty average." "Average?!" You repeated with astoundment.

One could say you were almost this close to jumping over the table at this blasphemy. He was clearly taking much amusement in your behaviour. "Yeah, I bet I could make a better gou-" His sentence is cut short by a spoon being forced into his mouth and he feels the warm liquid seep into his mouth, the seasonings it carries covering his tongue. His gaze stays stuck to your hands and his eyes are wide. You could easily tell he was astounded and you began to smile happily, but his shock didn't come from what you thought it did. He raised his sights onto you, and your stupid face.

Scaramouche felt his face grow warmer, and it wasn't frustration at your actions but something else. You take note of this and your eyes seem to glimmer, at this he pulls your hand away from him, thereby removing the spoon as he swallows. "So you do like it!" You're so dumb. Such an idiot you are. His hand is raised to his face as he mumbles something but you don't hear him, and you ask him to repeat it, repeat what you know will be the praise you deserve. "I said...It's too hot."

"...What." You stand still, disappointed once more. "It's goulash, it's meant to be hot!" And to your surprise, he mimics the same volume as you. "Well, it's too hot!" "You just don't know genius when you see it!" Taking a seat back down harshly. "Ha! I see it in the mirror every day." Crossing his arms as he bites his bottom lip, as though trying to keep his own resistance against something, making himself appear frustrated despite the colour of his ears. "You wish. Just eat up." You huff, biting your own food.

"Whatever." And he does the same as you, but with each bite he takes he stays more and more focused on what you did. You're so careless. Do you ever think prior to acting? He chuckles to himself, and you raise a brow but don't ask anything.

You both continue to eat peacefully.

—

Scaramouche had begun to act oddly. It's small things he does that have changed.

He used to cling onto you, he wouldn't directly ask for it but you'd give him it and he'd welcome it despite his complaints that you're too touchy, "You better not do this with anyone else." He'd say to you. And whenever you tried to leave his grip he'd pull you back in, asking you what you thought you were doing leaving him like that. He used to always keep you in his sights, he'd stay reading a book somewhere in the room just to make sure he can also keep an eye on you. But now, he seems too busy, too worried, with something, you aren't entirely sure what. You've asked him about his behaviour but he brushes it off, acting as though you're imagining things.

You question why he feels more distant nowadays, why even after having known each other for a long time now it feels like you're back to being strangers. Despite always being the more honest one out of the two you didn't want to admit to him that you missed having him there, with you. Yes, you two still lived together, but, although you don't want to admit it, you missed his touch.

It's an odd thing to say that you lost someone when they're always with you, it's kind of like having an anchor tied to you, yet the rope isn't tied around you, it is in you. You are one.

You wanted to figure out what's wrong, to sort things out. So you decided you'd try again, that you would do your best.

"Scara?" You called, peaking your head into his room. His answer was quick and to the point, not bothering to stare back at you. "What is it? I'm working on something." You pranched towards where he was sitting, attempting to peer over his shoulder, glimpsing at what he was working on before he abruptly hid it. You feel your brows furrow as you bite your tongue. Why was it that he suddenly began keeping things from you? You can recount exactly when it started. It wasn't like he shared everything with you, nor did you expect him to, but he didn't go out of his way like this.

You straightened your back. It was better to simply be straightforward with him. "What are you hiding?" Your voice was flat, there is no reason for there to be anything other than suspicion. "Nothing." Quick as always to cover up, but unlike other times he might have lied to you, this time his eyes didn't meet yours, they stayed focused on the ground.

You fisted your hands, annoyance surged through your body, but another part of you felt differently. You felt disappointed, not in him, but yourself. You somehow felt you had done something to cause this, to have him leave you behind. It felt slightly hollow. How can you blame him when you want to so badly just forgive him for whatever it is?

"Scara," You started, and the words threatened to never continue sounding out, to stay confined in your throat, suffocating you. But once he glanced up at you, anticipation in his orbs, you knew he was aware, aware that he had done something. If so, why hasn't he done anything regarding it? Regarding how he neglected you. You barely eat together anymore, he's too busy. "Please, just tell me, what's wrong?"

Truth is, he did wish to tell you, but then your idea of him would shatter. Everything you saw would fall apart. He can't have that, he doesn't want you to hate him, he can't take that. "Is it something I did?" No, no, no. God, no. He finds himself denying it repeatedly in his mind, the guilt seeping into his body, realising that you might have been blaming yourself the entire time. The last thing he'd want is for you to denounce yourself in his stead. He knows what he's doing. He knows what he has been doing to you and he knows it's cruel and awful, but he has to, he has to. He's done worse so why was this most bothersome for him?

"Did I ever say that?"

"No, you didn't. But, what else am I meant to think." You were the one who suffered the consequences of his actions. He expired a heavy breath, before admitting his thoughts, putting aside his usual act. "You're right. No, you didn't do anything. You never did. I'm simply caught up with some stuff."

"What stuff? You keep saying you're busy but you never tell me what. I'm… starting to get worried. I don't know what you're doing but if you have to go out of your way to hide it from me then it mustn't be good."

He didn't respond, only blankly blinking at you. It was hard to figure out what he was thinking till he stood up, his following words cut through not only the tension that had built up but you as well.

"I plan on leaving."

"What, where?! Why?!" You couldn't wrap your head around why he'd make such a plan, or why he would have to, nevertheless want to. "I have something I need to do. It's important to me." Important to him. Important to him? Why had he never mentioned it and why does he only bring it up now. He still continues to be discreet about his actions despite clueing you in with small tiny drops of information. But you didn't want the info, you wanted to know when it would end. "Then is it more important than you and I?"

It was as important on its own as he was. And since they were tied, if he were to say it is then he'd be saying he's worth more than you. He wouldn't want to put you down. No, you meant the world to him, you were so beautiful, you were wonderful and full of life but in a way he felt like he didn't deserve it, he didn't deserve this warmth, your warmth. You were the world but his vision was much bigger, he was a god, this is his birthright. If you'd listen to him, if you could understand, if you could trust him. Trust him blindly without a second thought. That's what he wishes to ask of you, he doesn't want to cause you any more pain but this is necessary for him to achieve. "Yes. It is."

He didn't need to hear your words to know how you felt, every part of your face said it. The misery, the burning, aching misery that swirled within those orbs of yours. How your body tensed, your jaw clenched tighter, and your brows raising higher in astonishment. A laugh leaves your throat, a scratchy bitter chuckle, and he hates it. "I see. Okay, I get it." It was clear he had already decided to dispose of you, that whatever this other thing was is more valuable, it matters most, not you. You feel as though you've been shot, the emptiness filled with disappointment and shame at him and yourself for ever thinking he'd have chosen you. You step away, and move towards the door. He says your name, it sounds almost pitiful, and you are hesitant to glimpse at him. You're weak, at this point what do you have to lose. You both know the end.

So you turn, you face him once more. Now you are the one to observe him, watch the way his face scrunches at your expression, how his fists are clenched. His mouth agape as no words leave his mouth yet you see it in his eyes, how he pleads you to stay, begs you to forgive him. You wish to think it isn't how he said it was. Scaramouche always had a tongue that defied his thoughts. But you wanted to hear him say it was you. It never came. No words came. Nothing but silent mouthing, as though he was whispering to you, knowing that if he spoke his voice would break. 'I love you.' And you see the way his shoulders drop, his orbs following the slightest of movements you make. You can't find it in yourself to say the words back. You only gaze at him as though he was the worst man you had known, and he might've been. To your disdain, you didn't hate him at that moment, you pitied him, and you hated yourself for feeling sympathy for that man.

You left without a word said, but you both knew each other well enough to know what you both were thinking.

After that, everything was quiet. There was no more tension. You didn't bother asking the Archons or a deity for help. What good would it be to ask a higher being for help, does that not only prove how dire your situation is, how pathetic it is? You didn't need the Archons, you will adapt as you always do.

One day, everything became all the more quiet. And you realised how much comfort you took in his company. You were truly alone now. It's just you.

You stare blankly at his door. You sit against it like you have done a thousand times, and you pretend he is just working again.

—

Not once did you enter his room. You didn't want to know what he took, because you feel its empty space in your chest, and you didn't care for what he left because you felt it in the silence as you monitored the items he touched for any traces of him like an owl, never blinking.

You were once again at his door, knocking thrice and awaiting any sound to erupt from the room but you only had the peace of no noise return. And yet you hated it, you felt frustrated. To you it was never placid because you could hear your thoughts echoing throughout the rooms, his name tormenting you, following you. How could one forget him, with a face like that, a personality so annoying like that? And yet you loved it; you loved him.

The day he left the snow had already erased all footprints he might've left behind, you would think that maybe that's why you feel his ghost here constantly. But it's likely your delusions.

Today, you'd enter. You wanted to feel him. To remember what it was like to have him. You didn't wish to forget him. The numbing coldness of the metal on your palm became evermore permanent as your hand seemed to refuse to budge. What had he done to have put me in such a state? You think it's funny.

You turn the knob, and push the door open.

White. So much white. The glacial weather was near enough to numb you, but that was not why you stood paralysed. You felt tears twinkle in your vision, before departing and travelling down your cheeks.

Snow. It's all snow.

He had left the window open. God, he probably never left out the door.

You stayed still as you processed this. Your mouth agape as your eyes stayed glued onto the sight before you.

It always snows in Snezhnaya, so why was this so much more painful?

It's torturous. It's horrible. It's pure torment. Yet it is such a beautiful sight to you, it is home to you and you hate it.

Your eyes wander around to where all the snow particles have fled to: The bed he slept on, the cabinets, his desk. The desk he worked at.

You walk closer, you feel your feet dip into the snow. You study his table, only a match, a bottle of ink, and a letter. He left a doll next to it.

You spent the entire day there, cleaning the snow out, and you left everything else untouched as you shut yourself in there just as he had, reading the letter where he had written it and then, you cried. You cried till your weeps went mute. Your attempts to stop your tears continuously failed. You hate him. Every aspect of him. And you hated how well you knew him.

—

'My dear,

I know it's shameful of me to say goodbye like this. I don't want to see what face you make.

I'm going to Sumeru, I'm going to fulfil what I was meant to be. Then, I'll come for you.

I'll be stronger then, I'll protect you from everyone, so this time let me save you instead. Wait for me, I won't take long.

I love you. Next time I see you I'll seriously say it. Thank you and I'm sorry, for all that I caused you. I'll make sure to repent with the rest of my life.

(I hope you like the puppet. It was made for you.)

Yours Truly,

Scara.'

—

It seemed that the weather only grew colder day by day in Snezhnaya. You had developed a pretty steady routine which was unusual for your normal self and today was your special day, today you got to spend a day treating yourself to all things nice. You've worked hard this week after all.

So, you walked out to the hallway dressed and ready to go, hurrying past the guest room and putting your shoes on, wrapping yourself with a scarf as your gloves turned the knob of your door. You leaped out of the house excitedly, only to catch yourself on your foot as you found someone standing at the right of your door.

A beautiful face was what you were met with, you felt the air knock out of you as you stumbled back. You didn't spot how the man smirked at the sight of this, nor would you know the relief it gave him to see you still the same. "Did I frighten you?" He wanted to test the waters, just out of curiosity, just so maybe, maybe it's fine, maybe you're an exception.

"No- I mean, yes? You did. I'm sorry, who are you?" For a second his face dropped into a sour expression, but he returned himself to his previous composer. "You ought to be ashamed. To think you'd forget me after I told you to wait for me." His words were a whisper but despite their gentle tone their weight laid heavy on him.

"Pardon? I couldn't hear you…"

He resented himself for what he was going to say and he was internally cringing and god he hates you for having him say something so dumb, but if this was a sick joke maybe he should appease you.

"I'm just a wanderer, that's all. Sorry, you wouldn't happen to know where I could find the best goulash?"

"The best goulash in Snezhnaya?! That's a hard thing to decide… Well, there's a diner down far by the town's heart. I'm heading there so you could join me if you'd like?"

Kind-hearted as always. An idiot to the core. But so was he for thinking that you'd offer him, a stranger, your secret recipe. Yeah, he should've cherished it when he had it. It was good, really good, and your face was pretty too, stupidly pretty.

He studied your outfit. Layered and thick as always, a contrast to his. You had yourself packed warm but that wasn't what he was focused on, you had a messenger bag strapped across your chest, and off it he saw the puppet he gave you. It was his.

"Where'd you get that?" He asked, pointing at it and ignoring your offer.

You found everything about this so-called wanderer odd. But when he asked about the puppet you had attached to your bag you couldn't quite recall when you got it. "I'm not sure… maybe it came with the bag? Sorry, is there anything else I can help you with?"

"No, nothing else. One thing though," You piped your head up, and he swallowed his pride. He didn't want to lie to you, even if you don't remember it now, he doesn't want to lie to you. But he never realised how much of a difficult thing to say it was, especially when you don't remember. Could he say he loves you, does he have the right anymore?

"Wanderer?"

"I… love you." He could feel that same heat that would always arise within him coming back once fourth. He tilted his ichimegasa down to hide his face, spitting out his next words quickly. "I'll be departing now!" This had been the first time that you knew that you saw him flustered, or that you've met him which made his words more absurd to you, but you felt almost flattered to be told that by someone so pretty. It was such a simplistic way of thinking. Then his words register once more, and you look at the chained puppet, unlocking it as you gaze at it. How alike they were.

How strange, how weird it was, the gaps in your memories, the guest room in your house, the puppet that looks like him, him acting so weird towards you, so casual.

You begin to wonder if this was really a mistake.

—

Despite the flustered emotions he first felt, he quickly let them pass, realising you'd simply think nothing more of him than him being some creep. Ha, to think he'd settle for such a thing so easily.

To think he'd settle for this so easily. What was he meant to do? What should he do? Tears welled within his eyes as he walked, and he hoped that even if the snow covers his trails it never erases what's already beneath.

He made a gigantic mistake. One he has to atone with the rest of his life. Unfortunately, it appears it isn't with you. He was ready to spend the next hundred years being pestered by you. But to be rid of that was an even worse punishment.

The wanderer won't tamper with your life. He wouldn't do such a thing to you. Despite his many wants to, his need to be with you, he won't. Because it is he himself who made himself land in such a position. Maybe rather than having shown up like that he should've recreated everything from the beginning, maybe then you would behave just as your stupid self normally would. Supplying him with warmth, dumb comments, annoyance, affection, care, humanity. Humanity. God, you had already made him a person long ago.

What should he do, what should a lost wanderer do when his home doesn't look at him the same. When those familiar eyes only return an unknowing look, a clueless, foreign stare?

How long does it take to rebuild a home, to rebuild the love you once carried for him?

The snow continues to seep into the room like sand filling up an hourglass. The doors knob has icicles on its insides and the inks long gone solid. All that remains is the opened envelope and the letter it contained, with stained tears. Another tightly sealed letter beside it.

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mc-lukanette · 1 year ago

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Luka walked his bike towards the Liberty, ready to sit on his bed and meditate since he didn't have anything more to do that day. It wasn't a particularly stressful time, but school had just started up again and he was still getting used to it.

He was about to lift his bicycle to cross the gangplank when a voice called out, "Luka! Luka Couffaine?"

Turning to look over his shoulder, he spotted a girl around his age hurrying down the stairs to join him on the path next to the Seine. She hopped down the last two steps in her haste, Luka hitting his bike's kickstand with his heel so it could stand upright while he spoke to her about whatever he wanted.

He opened his mouth to confirm that he was indeed Luka and ask her what she wanted, but she'd already advanced on him. She gripped his arms, looking at him seriously as she asked, "Do you know who I am?"

He blinked, caught entirely off guard. He would naturally assume that someone who would step into his personal space and grab him like that must've known him, but he couldn't put a name to her face. He eyed her black hair, her blue eyes, and her white, black, and pink clothes, trying to put together anything at all. Maybe she was one of Juleka's friends?

His heart strangely skipped a beat as he took her in but, in the end, nothing came to him. Feeling somewhat guilty, he replied, "Sorry. I don't."

Rather than the disappointment he expected, she stepped back with a grin. Smacking her palms together, she turned her back to him and raised her fists in the air in triumph, exclaiming, "Yes! I did it!"

He grew even more confused, a fact that the mystery girl didn't seem to notice immediately. She spun to face him again, wholly animated in her gestures as she rambled excitedly.

"This is great! I can't believe it really worked!" She flailed her arms about like she had too much energy inside of her. "I went back, and now there's not even anything stopping us from dating! I'm ready!"

His lips parted, but nothing came out. He had absolutely no idea of what she was talking about, though his heart skipped another beat at the mention of them dating. He put a hand to his chest, keeping his poker face on whilst trying to puzzle out the feeling he was having.

Finally, the situation caught up with her. Her eyes darted up and down, taking him in, then squinted in thought. She eased back, gaze wandering like she was trying to gauge what she'd said and what she hadn't. Luka noted that she was still breathing a little hard from having run to him and figured that the exhaustion hadn't helped her thoughts come through coherently.

"Ah, I came here, then asked... and then..." She trailed off, mumbling more to herself than him. When she met his gaze again, it was with embarrassment. "I should probably explain, right?"

——

"You're from the future?" he repeated as they sat at the edge of the path, him sitting cross-legged while she dangled her legs off to the side.

"Yes! Or—" She hesitated, crossing her arms and correcting, "Maybe not the future, exactly? This might be another dimension. I went back in time but the time before now must've changed too."

He only nodded, blindly following this tale to whatever unpredictable conclusion she had.

"Long story short, I - we - were heroes? There were these miraculouses that you used to power up, but someone was using them for evil." She brought one leg up so she could hug it to her chest, letting her chin rest on her knee. It was strange to see her without the energy she'd had before. "He got a hold of a bunch of them, even yours, and found out everyone's identities except for mine and Chat Noir's. I couldn't stop thinking about how much danger you'd be in, and after you..."

She trailed off and blushed, covering her face. Luka couldn't make out every word she was saying, but there was something in there about "not planning this far."

"Anyway!" She put her hands down, forcing her next words out. "I had to do something, to stop him, to protect you, to protect everyone, so I made a wish!"

"A wish," he echoed, keeping his voice carefully neutral.

"...Ah, I guess you wouldn't know," she realized. "You need my miraculous and Chat's, and then you can make a wish for a price. It's—" She brought her hand to her mouth, biting her thumbnail from nerves. "It's kind of against the rules? I think I made the right choice though. The miraculouses are gone, but I'm sure that's what the kwami would've wanted. Now no one can use them for evil anymore." She paused, gaze contemplative, then glanced at him. "Oh, the kwami are..." She waved dismissively. "Never mind. I sound crazy enough already."

"But you still told me," he pointed out.

"Well..." She shrugged, embarrassed. "You had one of the time miraculouses, so if anyone remembered, I thought it might be you?"

That was a blatantly bad excuse, especially with how she'd approached him. Leaning towards her, he asked cautiously, "Is it about what you said? About us...?"

He purposefully didn't finish to give her an out, but she didn't take it. She straightened, letting her leg back down with her other, and sighed.

"Yeah. I—" She stiffened in an epiphany. "Wait, I—I should've started with this."

She started patting herself down, searching her person for something unknown. Her jacket didn't have pockets and the ones on her capris were fake, so she opted to check the purse at her side.

"I think my body came back with me, so..." She gasped in delight, pulling out something small enough to be hidden in her closed fist. "Here! Look familiar?"

Luka watched as she opened her hand, revealing a Jagged Stone guitar pick resting on her palm. To anyone else, it probably seemed inconclusive, because how could a guitar pick that anyone could have - and that he personally had multiple of anyway - prove anything?

Except he knew his guitar picks, to the point of having them on display in his room. That was how he could tell that the one in her hand wasn't just any Jagged Stone guitar pick, but his. He could see all the notable wear that he'd done to it ("tough love," as his mother called it) like they were fingerprints on glass.

He reached out, giving the girl a brief look for permission, then took the pick from her and started examining it further. She was happy to let him do so to prove her case and he caught her smiling out of the corner of her eye.

"You gave it to me the day we met," she explained, a lightness to her voice that wasn't there before. "I was in a pretty bad mood over another guy, but he's not important now."

Luka had no idea that the "unimportant" guy she was talking about was Paris's sunshine boy, at least in another timeline.

"I'm, um... sorry for throwing all of this on you." She giggled self-derisively, rubbing an arm. "I was so happy that everything worked out, even if you didn't remember me. I was always so busy being a hero that I didn't have any time for anyone, but now I don't have to worry anymore."

And she'd thought to see him first, even if she didn't say it explicitly. Her story being accurate meant that there had been any number of people to check on or go to, yet he was the one she'd gone for. He was the one she blurted out her whole story to, despite how fantastical it seemed. Despite them not having any relationship that he could remember, she was comfortable enough to be vulnerable around him. If he took everything she said into account, that had also meant that they were either near-dating or one of them had confessed, and considering that she'd already mentioned that she was too busy for people, that only left him to have done so.

At the thought, he felt something warm on his skin; lights that weren't from the sun exactly, but what he imagined it would feel like to have stage lights shining down on him. It felt right, somehow.

"Luka?" the girl called.

He'd been lost in his own head, still processing everything she'd said. He stared, noting the hand outstretched for a friendly handshake.

She smiled, though it was more awkward than before. "I already changed the timeline, so things probably won't happen the same way, but... it's just nice to meet you again. I'm Marinette." She glanced off to the side, the edges of her smile twitching as she added in a murmur to herself, "I should've started with that too."

She'd reigned in her earlier statements now that she'd calmed, having gone from, "we can date, I'm ready," to, "it's just nice to meet you again." She was preparing - expecting - for the possibility that they wouldn't hit the same notes twice, but if he were honest with himself, he was already interested in her in a way. She seemed nice, funny, and incredibly adorable, not to mention how she was entirely unpredictable in her actions.

He chuckled, deciding not to voice the thought for the time being. As she'd said, she was apparently free of anything holding her back anymore, so they could take it easy.

He reached out to her outstretched hand, holding the back of it with one and placing the guitar pick back in her palm with the other. Her eyes sparkled with hope as her gaze darted between him and the guitar pick, reading the wordless reassurance exactly how he'd intended.

Returning her smile with his own, he replied, "Nice to meet you again too."

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cosmic-ships · 10 months ago

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Just thinking about some D.M.C angst don't mind me.

This would be a little later in the story, I've managed to pay off Dante and he got his roof fixed but he lets me hangout since I've become a pretty good devil hunter despite me being a human so I guess now I just work for him and whatever I get from jobs I split with him for my room and board.

On slow days, you'd catch me sprawled on the floor beside the jukebox, listening to stuff, staring aimlessly up at the ceiling. To everyone else I tell em that I'm just bored and since I don't really got a place of my own to go I just hang out and listen to music.

The reality is I'm sad, I'm sad because I can't stop thinking about the crushing reality that even though I've known Dante for literal years of my life he hardly knows me and our relationship right now isn't anything like the daydreams I've had. My heart feels incredibly heavy because I have such deep feelings for him but the actuality of him reciprocating those feelings feels like slim to none because as I said he doesn't know me the way I know him.

Every so often I'd get snapped out of my sad thoughts by Dante.

"You planning on spending the entire day down there?" He'd ask.

"Yes." I'd reply, my sadness being masked by feigning annoyance at his question.

"You're doing it again" he'd sigh.

"and what exactly am I doing?" I ask, propping myself up on my elbows to look over at him.

"pretending you're anything but depressed." He looks over to me.

I'm shocked by his response. I fully didn't believe he would ever notice that I wasn't myself. He let out a small sigh.

"I don't know what has you beat down but whatever it is, I know you'll get through it.." Dante turns away, putting his attention back to the magazine he was reading. "you're a lot stronger than you think you are."

I let out a small "why would you say that. You don't even know me" I return to my position on the floor, staring back up to the ceiling. Even just saying that out loud hurt a lot more than I thought it would and all I could do is swallow dryly.

Dante sighs and shakes his head, murmuring to himself just barely above a whisper. "I know more than you realize..." If I was facing him and looking at him I would have noticed his once playful expression had changed, he was more serious and the look in his eyes would have told me he too was saddened. He knew more but he wasn't going to say anything, at least not yet.

"what was that?" I ask

Dante cleared his throat and spoke louder "I said, I'm bored. I'm going out, I assume you'll still be molding to my floor when I get back?" He looked over to me as he stood to his feet.

My eyes were closed now, my foot moving along to the soft beats that were flowing out of the jukebox and without looking at him I responded 'boredly' to him "you'd be correct"

Dante would leave and I would open my eyes and turn my head towards the door. A heavy sigh left my lips as I clicked my tongue "God damn it...how am I going to get through whatever this is...?"

#I come to you in pieces;#angst angst angst! :3c #my writing

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destiny-fics · 2 years ago

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Robbery-Preview

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Mafia/Organised Crime!au, Non-idol!au

Pairing: Kim Seungmin x Fem!reader

Summary: Seungmin isn't one to hyperfixate on trivial things, to fill his head with unnecessary information which does not aid him or his job in anyway. So why is it that he's so focussed on the woman he met a few weeks ago at the speakeasy Red Lights? Seungmin doesn't know, but he's determined to find out.

Warnings: Mafia Seungmin and Mafia SKZ, smut in the full story, swearing, mentions of cheating, mentions of murder and beating someone up.

A/N: Hi friends! Here is a little sneak peak to a Seungmin piece I have coming up eventually. This might end up being part of a skz series, it might not, but I'm excited to eventually post this anyway. Hope you all enjoy this preview 😉

Who were you and what did you want with him?

The question had been puzzling Seungmin for weeks now. He was usually not one for agonising over such trivial things, but something about you that night had stunned him, left him in a whirlwind where the only chance of escape was finding you again. And finding out what you wanted with him.

The night you had met had been the first time Seungmin had ever seen you at 'Red Lights.' The rundown bar turned upscale speakeasy was a hit amongst rich college students and businessmen alike, making it an almost perfect cover for the true, and much less savoury business Seungmin and his friends took part in.

Was that why you had been there that night? Did you somehow know what Red Lights really was? What he really was?

You hadn't seemed to, in fact, you looked rather confused and lost, like you weren't exactly sure how you had ended up at the bar sipping on something which looked very sweet.

Usually, Seungmin would have just left you, assuming that you were waiting for a date or your friends. Perhaps it was your first time here and you just weren't sure about the club.

But he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was different about you, nor could he prevent his feet from walking him over to where you sat at the bar, signaling the bartender to get him another one of whatever you were having as well as a drink of his own.

"You don't need to do that." You looked up at him as the new drink was pushed in front of you, dipping your straw in it to take a sip of the drink regardless of your words. "I was going to head home anyway."

"Friends ditch you?" He hummed as he sipped his own drink, eyes trailing discreetly over your figure in the pretty sky blue dress you were wearing.

Seungmin fucking loved sky blue.

You shook your head a sad, hollow little laugh bubbling up and out of your mouth. "Boyfriend actually. It's our anniversary."

"Bastard," Seungmin snapped, immediately apologising afterwards. "Sorry, I didn't mean that. I don't know him."

This time when you laughed Seungmin could tell that it was genuine and the thought that he had made you laugh when you were so clearly upset made him smile over the rim of his glass.

"You're fine, he is a bastard…" you trailed off, eyeing Seungmin as if trying to decide whether to air all your dirty laundry out to a total stranger. You must have decided it was okay, because you sighed before tacking on a quiet "and a cheat too," to the end of your sentence.

At the first sight of tears in your eyes, Seungmin’s eyebrows shot up and in his head he was immediately planning a way to ask Chan whether it would be possible to find your boyfriend and make his death as slow and painful as possible, or at least to rough him up a bit. On the outside however, Seungmin immediately slid onto the barstool in front of yours, taking your hands in his. "Hey hey, any guy who will cheat on someone like you is not worth your time, your money and certainly not worth your tears." He brought a hand up to thumb the tears on your cheek away, marveling to himself at how soft your skin was underneath his touch.

"That's sweet," you sniffled softly, leaning into the touch. "But you don't know anything about me."

"You're right. But I'm sure I'd like to know everything about you."

#kpop smut #hard thoughts with rose #seungmin smut #kim seungmin smut #stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids hard hours #kpop hard hours #skz hard hours #seungmin hard thoughts #seungmin hard hours #stray kids imagines #stray kids hard thoughts #skz hard thoughts #skz imagines #skz x reader

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quirkwizard · 2 years ago

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If the Shie Hassaikai had succeeded in getting the LoV to join, how would the rest of the manga play out?

For the sake of this, I will assume that Mange wasn't killed. I really doubt that Tomura or any member would join if Overhaul murdered one of their own.

Before I start, I think it's important to establish how and why exactly Tomura joined. Magne's death was a real wake up call for Tomura. Something that would force him out of his slump as a villain and humble him. Without that, I think he'd be a lot more brash in his planning. In this case, joining up with the Yazkua to exploit them, similar to what he'd do with the MLA later on. Only now, his goal would be to try and usurp Overhaul, taking his members and resources to better establish himself. The problem is that, at this point, Tomura acts more than he thinks. Once he'd try to infiltrate them, assuming the members are able to get past "Confession" with the same trick as in canon, it's likely that he'd do something dumb and waste the opportunity like he's done before. Until then, Overhaul would be attempting to perfect the Quirk Destroying Bullet and try to mentor Tomura, but it would fall on deaf, disgruntled ears. I still think Kurogiri would be off on the sidelines, just as a potential quick out for the League, while the rest would be present with the complex.

As for things outside the complex, it's almost certain that the heroes would know that the League and Yakuza have teamed up. Considering how long Sir Nighteye was spying on that place, he's bound to see at least one of the League members, either around the complex or in a vision. With that threat that both groups pose together, the Hero Commission would pull out the big guns. I'm talking characters like Hawks, Miruko, Edgeshot coming to take them out. Leading them would be Endeavor, wanting to cement him as the next number one with this big sting. I could still see a lot of the same heroes being there, but more as support to the bigger heroes. In the chaos, I can see Tomura making his move by having the villains turn against the Yakzua, basically turning it into a three way war between the three groups. Tomura would likely mess this up, such as making an attempt on Overhaul or getting someone to kidnap Eri, but will likely die or be injured in the process. Now it would be extremely hard to really predict how all these characters would interact and affect each other, but I still think that a lot of the beats would play out the same.

Now obviously, this would have a lot of changes in the story. I could see a good chunk of the League ending up captured along with Kurogiri, such as Spinner, Magne, and maybe Twice. Who knows how Dabi would interact with Endeavor here, either taking the opportunity to attack him or delveiing more ominous warnings. Some would make an escape, like Mr. Compress or Toga, but the League would basically be over. Even if Tomura didn't die, the League would be in much worse shape than before with so many of its members gone and Tomura in no place mentally to lead them. This could work as a similar lesson to him as Mange's death did, but it's too late to really change that. And if he's in an even worse state, I really doubt Gigantomachia or Dr. Garaki would want to help him out. I guess the MLA would be the new villains? As for the heroes, with all the extra help running around, Lemillion may not lose his Quirk and Sir Nighteye may not have died. Then again, there is the chance of one of the bigger heroes losing out on their Quirk, which would be pretty bad. Regardless, the Quirk Destroying Bullets would be in the hands of the heroes, and Eri would be saved.

#My Hero Academia #Not Quirks #Kai Chisaki #Tomura Shigaraki #Eri #Mirai Sasaki #Sir Nighteye #Mirio Togata #LeMillion #MHA Meta #MHA Theory

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glitterandmoondustofficial · 15 days ago

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Side To Side

Chapter 263: From Past To Present

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Characters: Ruby, Lucia Rating: Mature Warnings: Blood, injuries, abuse mention, language Notes: :(

Ruby took in a staggered breath as she stared at the ground. Blood was on the floor under her, it was covering her arms and legs, her dress was torn, her hair was a mess and she was so tired. She closed her eyes, feeling blood drip down her mouth and onto her chin. She had to keep it together. She had to be patient and wait for someone to find her.

Which was frustrating. She didn’t want to play princess in a tower. She wanted to fight. She wanted to be by Law’s side. God knows what he was doing and if Doflamingo had met with him yet. She heard the door open and worked up a glare. Just because she had been tortured a little didn't mean she’d let this insane family believe she was in pain.

Ruby didn’t falter when it was Doflamingo’s wife that walked through the door. Ruby stared her down, challenging her to do whatever she could. She looked at Ruby, her gold eyes studying her before she closed the door behind her. She stared at the door and sighed.

“You have a real plan don’t you?” Ruby narrowed her eyes at Lucia and stayed silent. “Do you?” She prompted. Ruby didn’t say anything, glaring at her back. The woman turned to look at her. “Well?”

“If you think I'm going to tell you anything, you're delusional. Then again, you must be crazy to be a member of this so-called “family,”” she snorted. “Did he send you to keep watch?”

“He doesn’t involve me in such things. I know that you must be dangerous to him if he's keeping you this close, though. Your captain...Law, the one Doflamingo wants so badly, is he coming here?”

Ruby glared furiously at her. “I just told you I'm not giving you any information,” she spat out. She would protect her captain until her very last breath and there’s no way she would give away any information to someone she couldn’t trust.

Lucia’s eyes filled with pent up rage and frustration. “I don't need to know the details, I just need to know if something is actually happening!” She shook, clenching her fists at her side. Ruby stared at her as she looked behind her, as if to check if anyone heard her outburst. “If there’s a real chance that you and your allies can beat these people, I’ll help you, however I can. I've seen too many go against them and fail, but I can tell this is different.”

Ruby let out a breath and sat up straight. “Why should I trust you? You're his wife , after all.” Ruby knew that she’d always be on Law’s side, and would do whatever it took to protect him. She assumed Lucia was no different when it came to Doflamingo.

“Because I want to get out of here as badly as you do,” Lucia said and Ruby rolled her eyes in disbelief. There was no reason to believe her, no matter how desperate and beautiful she was. After a moment, Lucia rolled up her sleeves and Ruby’s breath hitched against her instincts.

“He did that to you?” Law’s scars played in her mind. Law’s demons played in her mind. She knew those scars. She felt ill, knowing exactly what those meant. Her heart started to ache as she tried to keep her wits about her.

“That and more,” Lucia replied, her voice and expression flat. “I've never had a real opportunity to get away from him.”

“How do I know you’re not lying about all this? You could just be some masochist, here to use a sob story to get information to give him.”

“Even if I am lying, it wouldn’t benefit me at all. Like I said, I'm not trying to find out exactly what your plan is, so I can’t tell him anything. And you're already trapped, so if I was truly on his side it would be in my best interest to just leave you here. But I'm offering you a chance, if you'll give me the same.”

Ruby went silent, thinking over Lucia’s words. She wasn’t incorrect in her reasoning. There was no way Law was in the castle and it was far too early for the trade off, so there’s no way Doflamingo was luring her into a trap to kill her in front of Law. Besides, she needed a way to actually get to Law. She needed to help him. She sighed after a moment and stared at Lucia, determined.

“Fine. If you think you can actually get me out of here, so I can get to my captain, I'll do what I can to help you escape.”

“Thank you.” She looked genuinely grateful. “There’s still a chance that I won’t be able to help, but I’ll do my best. I'll find out what everyone is doing and try to get your key.” Ruby nodded and swallowed, watching Lucia leave the room. Ruby relaxed slightly, staring at the cobblestone. The glimmer of hope grew a little but...how was she to leave the castle after Lucia found the key? She stuck out. The churning in her stomach grew. She had to get out of here and find Law. If he was caught by Doflamingo…

Ruby’s head snapped up at the sound of the door opening. Lucia walked in, nothing to show for her efforts.

“Unsurprisingly, it isn’t here, but he’ll return eventually unless we get lucky and someone kills him. Is there anything else you had that you might want back?”

“I wasn’t really carrying anything with me,” Ruby replied, shaking her head. “There’s some stuff back at the apartment where I was staying, but nothing I can’t live without. Though I will miss some of the clothes I got here, like this dress that got fucking ruined …” Lucia laughed, and Ruby looked over at her. “What’s so funny about that?”

“I suppose it’s just that we have similar priorities. Don't worry, if we get out of here alive I can make you enough clothes for a lifetime.”

“You can?”

“I’m a tailor, or was...I admit I’m out of practice, but I suppose that’s something I can work on.”

Ruby blinked. A tailor? She pondered that a bit, what an...odd choice in a wife. “How did you end up with Doflamingo if you were a tailor?” Lucia didn’t respond; she looked like she was far off somewhere else. “...Lucia?”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I asked how you ended up with him if you started out as a tailor. He doesn’t exactly seem the type...but it’s fine if you don’t want to talk about it.”

“It’s...a long story, but I suppose we have nothing but time on our hands.” She took a deep breath. “My family…we were the court tailors. Of course, that didn’t mean much in such a poor country, but it…made us friends. Doflamingo…he…he saw the friendship between me and Princess Viola forming and used that to manipulate and control us. He wanted us to be against each other. He played us against each other so that our friendship was ruined and we couldn’t collude.” She sighed with a regretful look in her eyes. “My husband and I…we were possessive of each other. Doflamingo married me for it, everyone saw that we were together and they wanted it, but it was just another way to control me. Soon he dropped the act of him loving me and started to…use his powers on me whenever he liked, to do whatever he liked. I isolated myself from him, from them, from ever hoping to contact my family.” She frowned deeply as she stared at Ruby. “And here I am, hoping against hope that you and your allies would save this island and…save me.”

Ruby stared at her with a frown. How…horrible. She took a deep breath. “You’d like our crew,” she said softly. “I bet you’d get along with them. Maybe even my captain, once he gave you the chance.” She smiled softly. “It took them a while to get used to me as well, but they came around.”

“You say that as if you’re taking me along with you.”

Ruby shrugged. “I have a bleeding heart for those in bad situations,” she sighed. “I’ve been in some myself.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” Ruby adjusted. “Since you told me your story, I should tell you mine.” Lucia nodded. “I lost my family when I was young, the government used the marines to kill them. From ten years old I was alone and had to fend for myself. I took an odd number of jobs just to survive but was never able to keep one for long. Eventually, I ended up in Knotely Jobst’s crew.”

“Doflamingo mentioned him once.” Lucia looked thoughtful. “He didn’t think anything of him but at one point that man annoyed him.”

“I probably have something to do with that.” Ruby said with a grin. “I destroyed his warehouses and loot, almost dying in the process.” She sighed. “I traveled again, from island to island, until I found one that I thought I could make my home. That being said, I was still pretty sure I was going to die. Or I was trying to die, that’s more accurate. I’d drink and do drugs, it was the life that parents warn their children about when they’re young. Eventually, I stopped, I grew tired of even that. I managed to have some acquaintances when I sobered up,” she smiled softly. “Then Law and the others found me.” Lucia nodded. “After a lifetime of running from people who wanted to kill me, you’d think I wouldn’t want to become a pirate, and I guess at first I didn’t,” Ruby grinned fondly. “I even threatened to kill Law at first.”

“And he still asked you to join?”

“It’s one of the reasons he did,” Ruby chuckled. “I supposed the why doesn’t matter. What matters is that he did. Now, I’m a Heart Pirate, I had a bounty there for a bit, before it was frozen.” Ruby paused.

“What?”

“With the announcement of the alliance I’m sure Law will have his title stripped away.” She shifted and looked at the ground. “Idiot.” She murmured softly.

“You seem close.”

“We’re nakama ,” she answered automatically. “We all love and care for one another. We’re not just a crew, we’re family. Law commands respect because of who he is not just because he’s our captain. He loves us and we love him.” Lucia frowned. “What?”

“My husband...has told me of him in the past.”

“Oh boy,” Ruby started to snicker. “I’m sure it was a raving review.”

“You don’t care?”

“Nah, I know who Law really is.”

Lucia blinked but quickly covered up her taken aback gaze. “I see…” she turned to look out the door. “Thank you for sharing your past with me.” She turned to look at Ruby. “I must go, I need to make sure he doesn’t suspect anything. With what’s going on, he’ll want you secure and secluded.” Ruby nodded. “I’ll return as fast as I can.” Ruby nodded again.

“Of course,” Ruby sat up straight. “You know where I’ll be.”

Lucia left and Ruby was left alone with her thoughts. She took a deep, painful breath and let out a whimper. She was tired of putting on a brave front. Tears filled her eyes and she let out a tired sob. Everything hurt, there was blood everywhere, and she felt herself start to slip in and out of consciousness.

“God damn it, Ruby,” she chastised herself. “What the fuck have you gotten yourself into?”

#law x oc #op fanfic #one piece #sela ruby #ruby sela #side to side #lucia #law nd ruby

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rollychan · 1 year ago

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Very good advice even for "architect" types.

Though here's the thing. I really dislike (maybe even hate) this distinction of "gardener" vs "architect" because it simplifies a multitude of highly complex creative methods/activities down into a two-way street, and that. Is simply not the reality of writing.

I've never met a single writer who writes exactly like me. From planning to drafting to editing every single writer I know does these things differently.

My advice assuming you don't know at all how to go about writing would be: try all the things without looking at how others are doing it first. Short stories are obviously better suited for trying out different methods because you can write more of those in the same time and try many different methods. Like, literally come up with what to do on your own. Don't like planning but need something to inspire you to start writing? Brainstorm what sort of prompt you wanna try and write everything down without filtering. Then listen to your gut and pick the types of prompts you want to try. For example, different types of prompts can be single words, images, songs, phrases, colors, sounds, textures, whatever you can come up with. Then pick a couple that you think are most interesting and come up with specific prompts or do an online search for them, and go from there.

Or if it's plot related and you do want at least a little something instead of nothing at all, also vary how much you plan: from only, like, three bullet points about the whole story to maybe story beats each for the beginning, middle and end, to maybe multiple things you want to happen in the story plus how it ends, or any amount of info you want to try. Or even if you wanna try writing a bit, then extracting info about your stroy from what you've written, then writing another bit, then checking again what info about your story you can get from that, and so forth, and see if you can link themes or ideas from each bit to make it coherent. (these are examples I thought of on the spot right now, and it's okay if they aren't novel or unique or you remember them coming from someone's writing advice, the goal here is to generate different ideas how to go about writing on your own and then executing them on your own)

Anything you think is worth a try, try.

Then have a look at how others are going about it. This is a good place to ask because a lot of writers here like to help and will tell you how they write if you ask.

Give everything at least one try, you never know what might help, and other people will have ideas that differ from yours a lot, so this is a nice way of adding more methods to your arsenal that you didn't come up with alone.

You can always switch tactics along the way too, if you notice something just isn't working.

I have found that the same methods don't always work for every story or at a specific time, so sometimes mixing and matching is a good idea too.

Basically, if you don't know how to structure/plan your writing or how to go about it in general, try everything and make note of the methods and things that work for you.

Idk if this is too broad of a scope for this blog, but if you could answer this, it'd be great.

I've been in a writing rut since I started getting serious about writing, and I've identified the issue in the past month or so: I slant heavily on the gardener end of the writing spectrum and all the advice on writing I've ever seen was for architect-style writing. Not once in the eight years I've been serious about writing did I find any guides on gardener-style writing (and if it says it's gardener-style, it'sreally just architect-style with gardner aspects), and my experience has just been more or less jamming a square peg into a circle hole, getting nothing written and feeling bad about it.

Now I'm unlearning all the architect-style habits that are destructive to me as a writer, but I can't find any resources for gardeners aside from Stephen King's On Writing. If you or any of your followers know how to help a gardener's writing, that would be great. I have so many fic ideas I want to write, but can't since I'm learning to write all over again.

For those who don't know what gardener and architect refer to when it comes to writers, a gardener is a writer who starts with the seed of an idea and lets it grow in whatever direction the light shines. They prune it and weed it as they go but otherwise let the idea lead the way. An architect, on the other hand, plans their stories out first and then writes them. They have a structure and the details all mapped out first and then the writing is just executing on that vision.

As a gardener myself, my biggest piece of advice is to avoid writing advice. Like you've said, the majority of it is aimed at people who do things like plan and plot and worldbuild ahead of time. Because of the structure that that writing style enjoys, providing "one size fits most" writing advice works well for it.

I tend to find a lot of that advice to be counter to what I need to do. Planning a story out ahead just makes me feel like it's already written. Building out the world before I start writing it feels like a hollow exercise - more like writing an encyclopedia than developing a land and culture for my characters to inhabit.

What I find useful is taking an episodic approach to writing. The entire story will be like a season of a television show and each chapter is like one episode. I always have my eventual "season finale" end goal in mind, but any particular chapter can meander closer to or further from that goal. It's alright to take a circuitous route, as long as I get to my destination in the end.

It's also alright if my destination changes as I'm writing. Sometimes those meandering paths take me in a more interesting direction than I was originally going down, and that shifts the story. As long as you're vaguely following a three-act structure (or 5 act or 7 act), the flow of it will feel familiar to your readers and they probably won't really notice it happening.

This advice I'm giving might not ring true to you either. You didn't have a specific problem to address, so I've been wandering a bit in my reply. Really what it comes down to is paying attention to yourself and your needs. Figure out what it is that keeps you writing and what it is that makes you stop. Do more of the former and less of the latter - and don't worry if what you're doing is "weird" to someone else.

I write directly into the AO3 window (which AO3 specifically tells you NOT to do, btw) because drafting first in google docs or something takes the fun out of it for me. I post my chapters without previewing them first. I write in 800 to 1500 word sprints, and I focus on dialogue, and I almost always try to end on a joke or a pun or a cliffhanger. These are all things that make writing an activity that I want to do.

I can't really say anything much more specific given your ask, but I hope something in here was helpful. Let's see if any gardeners out there have some resources or advice that might work for you.

#random #on writing #idk I just really dislike the dual distinction of these two types #maybe because I'm neither

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graceerodgers · 2 years ago

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Blog Post #3; A Talk With Tom Ripley

Hello, my name is Gracee Rodgers and today I have the opportunity to be interviewing Thomas Ripley on several events in his life. Many years ago Ripley committed several heinous acts and today we all have the opportunity to understand what was going on inside his head.

Tom has faced 30 years in jail and has since been attending therapy sessions, going to church, and attempting to rebuild his life that he almost let his identity crisis ruin. He has learned a lot about himself and his sexuality. Tom agreed to come here today to show the public that he is a man who changed for the better and tell his story.

Everyone, please welcome Tom Ripley 40 years later

Hello Mr. Ripley, thank you for joining me today for this interview. I just have a couple of questions I'd like to ask regarding your past with the Greenleaf family in connection to your sexuality.

Thank you for having me. I'm happy to be here.

My first question for you is when did you realize that you were so infatuated with Dickie? What was it about him that caused all the craze?

Sigh, Dickie was a man with great power. Everyone around Dickie adores him, even Marge said it herself. He had the power to make anyone like him, but with that came a side of me I wish I never had to chance to see. Dickie had the perfect life, he was gorgeous, had comfortable living situations, great friends, and a witty spark that always came with him, the perfect man. Whenever I was with Dickie I felt like time would stop. It was a confusing feeling for me, living in New York during the 1950s is nothing what it is like compared to today.

In what sense?

Well, you know. Nobody wanted to be around anyone who wasn't normal and men "having crushes" on other men wasn't normal. It frightened me in the back of my mind because that's exactly what it was, a huge crush. Actually, it stemmed so far from a crush that Dickie became my obsession.

Did you always have a romantic attraction to him or did it start off as platonic?

I loved Dickie from the beginning in a way no one understood. When the opportunity to go to Italy for free came, I was intrigued. I saw it as a challenge. The moment Mr.Greenleaf told me that his son went to Princeton, I automatically assumed that this was a high profile family. I also didn't have the best living situation before, so a free trip to Italy was a win in every category, but the second I saw Dickie on the beach for the first time something came over me. It was almost embarrassing how the plan changed over time, I soon stopped caring what I was sent there for. I wanted to be with Dickie so bad but I tried to play it off as a friendship for so long that I can't even pinpoint when I fell in too deep. I was attracted to Dickie the moment I met eyes with him, but the more time I spent with him, the more I craved him. I was young and naive but everyone has regretful moments.

Do you look back and find your ways disturbing?

I do, I think about it everyday. I was in need of a great amount of help at the time. Now that I’ve gone through many healing stages and therapy, I realize how deeply depressed I was. I was chasing a life that was not mine and it led to me taking lives. The worst part is, I stole his identity on top of it all. Every time I think about it I cringe. I’ve been trying to stop beating myself up about the past and accept the pivot in my morals but it’s hard. I'm not even sure if it had anything to do with my sexuality. Aside from my sexuality, I had many mental issues causing this entire thing to spiral out of control.

Do you feel like you found yourself through dickie?

In a way, yes. In several ways matter of fact. Since adolescence, I always knew there was something different about me. Something so different that I myself was scared to come to terms with it. When I was around dickie, i was always entertained. I loved being in his presence and learning more about his fascinating lifestyle. He allowed me to learn more about myself through him which made him even more attractive to me.

Do you regret the last conversation you held with Dickie before you ended his life?

When he told me I gave him the creeps my heart broke into pieces. I didn't know how to feel. Anger filled my body and caused me to hit him. As soon as I saw blood I instantly regretted it, but I had to do what I had to do. I regret the conversation for many reasons but the more I look back, the more embarrassed I get. I thought the feeling was somewhat mutual, we had so much in common and always had the most fun together. I assumed he was like me, closeted, scared, and trapped in his own mind with his feelings. I almost thought of it as saving him from Marge. I had a false narrative in my head that he hated her and they weren't meant for each other. The rejection evoked so many emotions that were impossible to control all at once. I regret it, but then I think to myself, “who would I be today without these experiences?”. Although ashamed, I am proud of my ability to perform something with such a risk.

Were you nervous to attempt this with such a high profile man? The greenleaf name seems to ring bells.

I was nervous but confident. I've always said I am a man of three talents. Forgery, telling lies and impersonating practically anybody. It's sick but it's true. I still remember what Dickie said to me, “That’s three. Nobody should have more than one talent.” Till this day, I feel confident enough in my ability to do it again. It's like a horrible superpower I have, which makes me still feel like a villain.

Okay Mr.Ripley I don't want to take away too much of your time so for our last question I’d like to ask If you were to experience everything again in today's society, how different do you think it would be? Would you be more open with your sexuality?

I would like to think that I would be much more comfortable with my sexuality but I'm not sure. Now, I've learned and grown. I understand the concepts of sexuality but it's hard to tell. It was such a vulnerable feeling I don't think I would ever volunteer that information, but I do think having a more fluid sexuality is more accepted now than it was 40 years ago. In today's society I'd also assume it would be much harder to con someone out of their identity being that all the technology is much more advanced as well as ways to find people like myself.

Thank you so much for sharing I appreciate your time and vulnerability.

Thank you so much for having me. Bye Gracee!

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its-captain-sir · 2 years ago

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Bendu telling Thrawn "I see your defeat, like many arms surrounding you in a cold embrace" they really had that purgill stuff planned huh

#foreshadowing i missed the first time around got me 👀👀👀#but it's also interesting cause i thought they were told the show was ending a little earlier than expected #and the fourth season was rushed #so i just assumed they didn't exactly have all their story beats planned out #i could be wrong though hakdhskdjs i don't completely remember what exactly went down and when #thrawn #star wars rebels

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twistyprefect · 3 years ago

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Hey I have a request! Can you do one where the reader is the daughter of the hero's of their story. And the dorm leaders fall for them? (For Kalim can you make the reader someone who replicates jasmine?)

Riddle Rosehearts (Hero: Alice)

Riddle is a bit confused when he first meets you, not sure why he finds you so familiar yet not

when he realizes who your mother is, his guard is immediately up once again; Ace and Deuce are enough trouble, thank you very much

he finds himself enjoying your more curious nature, even if it's paired with a rebellious nature; you ask him questions and challenge him in a way that makes him actually think

eventually he finds that he actually likes you, and more importantly he likes you a whole lot

he planned on confessing to you when he realizes his feelings, but you beat him to the punch, asking him out on a tea date when you next see him (encouraged by your mother, of course!)

Leona Kingscholar (Hero: Simba)

Leona knows everyone from the Sunset Savanna, so of course he knows exactly who your father is

he finds your father irritating in the same way his brother is; so care free and obnoxious, yet the ruler of a kingdom

he assumes you'll be the same as your father, but is pleasantly surprised when you aren't

he tries teasing you about being some spoiled nobility, but you easily keep up with him (and even outdo him in some things)

he's eager to get to know you more, inviting him to his next spelldriver game to be his cheerleader

Azul Ashengrotto (Hero: Ariel)

Azul recognizes you from his mother's descriptions of his aunt 's biggest deal she tries to strike

he could tell from the first meeting with you that he didn't actually dislike you

in fact, he liked you a lot; he appreciated your curiosity and determination

originally he wanted to strike a deal with you, but you were weary of his dealings, well aware of his past sketchy deals

he offers instead to trade a bit more fairly: you accompany him to the Coral Sea next weekend, and he'll make sure to get your mother's favorite human artifact back from his aunt's horde

Kalim Al-Asim (Hero: Jasmine/Aladdin)

Kalim is incredibly excited to meet you, having heard stories of your mother and father's love and dedication to improving their kingdom

he's in full nobility mode when yuo first meet, but as soon as he can, he drags you off on a carpet ride

he's eager to hear all about your parents and also about you, yourself; he asks so many questions, but he also listens closely to every word you say

he immediately knows he likes you and that you're the one for him; he can see that you inherited your mother's determination and capableness and he admires it greatly

jokingly threatens not to land back on the ground until you agree to go on a date with him, cheering when you bashfully say yes to his offer

Vil Schoenheit (Hero: Snow White)

Vil absolutely hates you before even meeting you, seeing as you're related to Neige LeBlanche

sure, he's your cousin or whatever, but that doesn't matter because obviously you're all airheaded, inconsiderate idols

he's actually surprised when he actually sees you in person for the first time, finding you helping one of his dorm mates with some homework

he greets you a bit harshly, but nonetheless you manage to completely change his impression of you by being almost aggressively kind to him

he asks you to accompany him back to the Pomefiore dorm for tea that afternoon, grinning warmly when you agree

Idia Shroud (Hero: Hercules/Megara)

Idia is absolutely terrified of the idea of meeting you, but Ortho insisted that he had to

he, he knows who your parents are, and they're also absolutely terrifying to him; what's scarier than two outgoing extroverts?

he still meets you anyway, mostly because Ortho won't leave him alone until he does

he's pleasantly surprised that you're relatively calm and seem to understand that he dislikes too much socializing, offering to just sit and play a game with him

the two of you end up getting really close just in that one hang out, and he asks you to come over again and again until he finally asks you to be his partner

Malleus Draconia (Hero: Aurora)

Malleus knows who you are before you even know he exists; he's well aware of your mother and her penchant for getting into trouble

he expects you to be as curious and impulsive as your mother, so he's surprised when you seem to be relatively mellow

sure, you're curious about the world and magic in particular, but you actually plan ahead and have specific ideas you want to tackle

he likes helping you research different types of magic, and even lets you use the NRC library from time to time

he's always considered your hang outs as dates, but he choses to make it official by asking you to be his partner a few 'dates' in

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kradogsrats · 1 year ago

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I mean

1) The S1 novelization is so off in some places that it's clear a ton of stuff got revised. It mostly all winds up in the same place, but like... Runaan kicking Rayla off the mission is totally different. She still winds up off the mission, so no major shift needed, but someone was clearly like "Rayla's teammates demanding her death and Runaan terrifying her into running for her life is kind of fucked up, actually" and they revised it to the much stronger final version.

As far as what we get in the final version of S1 and S2, there's also no meaningful difference between Harrow being dead and Harrow being trapped in Pip. Every story beat can happen exactly the same in exactly the same order. The main reasons we get so fussed about this are a) the S1 novelization is dropping a shit-ton of hints that are not present in the screen version, and b) Viren apparently does jack shit to actually protect Harrow, in the end... which is a problem we already had with Viren doing absolutely jack shit to help bring down the magma titan.

The first place it would have made a lick of difference is S3, when Ezran returns... and they've made sure at that point that Pip is gone, and stays gone through the entire completion of the initial series arc, which includes Ezran assuming the throne, following his heart to make choices different than Harrow would have, and starting down the path of really coming into his own as king. (Not to mention an additional two years and the start of an arc with a completely different focus than "dragon and human princes need to be able to become kings so they can create a better future.") If they'd meant for Harrow to come back, they missed the fucking narrative window for it to be meaningful, unless they're planning an entire repeat arc for Ezran having the same doubts as he did in S3.

2) You're right, as interesting as it would be, they probably can't say much about "we were going to do X and then changed our minds" because if they decide to do X or something similar to X at some point in the future, everyone would lose their shit because no one has any goddamn sens of perspective. I still reserve the right to be petty and resentful about fans taking what the creators say as law and continuing to waste everyone's time asking them about fan theories like "is the gem in the Staff of Ziard a quasar diamond" when they are clearly not telling us the entire truth about things like that. (Though to be fair, it's better than questions that boil down to "tell me the plot.")

3) if we weren't sitting down going over multiple versions of shit with a fine-tooth comb, the only meaningful production difference between "Viren goes to swap bodies with Harrow, forces him into Pip, and then leaves the room and encounters Callum" and "Viren goes to swap bodies with Harrow, gets shot down, and then leaves the room and encounters Callum" is "what color are Viren's eyes" so if it was that important, why didn't they do it in the screen version? Besides that they very clearly changed things from the novelization? When you get into the S2 novelization, there's... not really much of anything that's noticeably different from what we saw on screen, just enhanced with narration and other things you get in text that you can't get in visual media. Compared to S1, where entire scenes play out differently?

4) Like I said, Pip flying away isn't in the S2 novelization. I don't think he's mentioned at all in the entire book, compared to his scenes in S1 that were considerably intensified. In the S1 novelization, Pip is so visibly angry while Viren is being dressed for the coronation that everyone in the room notices and is uncomfortable, and Viren additionally takes the time to snark at him meaningfully in the scene where he retrieves the royal seal. If it was that important, they would have written it in. So why did they show it? I don't know, maybe because they realized fans were fucking obsessed with this theory and knew they'd be like "omg where's Pip, illuminati confirmed" about it if they just never showed him again. If they kept him around as a background feature, we'd all be wondering why Ez doesn't talk to him... but they clearly consider two non-speaking characters (three when we add Stella) for Ez to have to engage in conversations with to be plenty, especially given the way Bait transfers primary friendship to Callum for S4.

Like, I'll grant that S5-S7 could somehow play out in a way that Harrow reappearing wouldn't be like... supremely weird, both thematically and practically? But as it stands that's very much not where it appears to be going.

the thing about pip is 1) we know TDP crew works on seasons simultaneously, so it’s not like they were knee-deep into planning S3 and realizing they needed to back track but couldn’t at all and 2) it’s absolutely not a theory they can just come outright and confirm, so of course they have to deny/beat around the bush for it, and 3) pip gets out late late S2. like well after we’ve had all the scenes of the boys mourning harrow and dealing with that fallout, deciding to have ez come home to be king. that’s already set in stone. the book one novelization that has viren’s dark magic eyes coming out of harrow’s room is even further into the process than that, well into development for S4. why not omit the clearest hint of something happening if they truly didn’t want to do something with it?

and on that note, 4) if they really weren’t planning on doing anything with pip past that point… why have him fly away at all? why not have ezran “he can talk to animals” and is sleeping in harrow’s room the next season come home and have a scene with pip and it’s clear that everything is ordinary. it wouldn’t have taken that much more time and that’s how to effectively squash the theory in canon show anyway. but no, literally the only reason to have pip fly away from katolis in his one scene in S2 and in the S2 finale is so that he can’t have a scene with ezran.

do i think harrow is in pip? i don’t know. that’s certainly the implication and would have great on the nose ironic symbolism to boot. harrow being in pip also wouldn’t mean ezran wouldn’t still be king (as there’s likely not a way to reverse that), just that bird-dad (if harrow’s consciousness is even still there) is a counsellor option. but i think whatever happened with pip or what he witnessed happen between viren & harrow will be important and hasn’t been dropped as a plot line. it just might be beyond what we’ve guessed thus far

#i think the artbook is the only place they've been like 'we were going to do X and then didn't'#hilariously one of those things is... viren pulling away harrow's shroud at the funeral to prove it's his body #kradogsmeta

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plethora-of-imagines · 2 years ago

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God of Healing

AN: So this past week @how-masterful wasn't feeling well at points so I wanted to write some hurt/comfort for her to help her feel better as I always love to read sick fics when I'm not feeling well. Then the short drabble I had planned spiraled out of control and became a much larger fic.

Funny story, I have not yet watched Moon Knight.... Once again Masterful has gotten me addicted to characters from a show I have not seen. So they will all likely be out of character but I tried my best.

Word Count: 3153

Warnings: hurt/comfort, likely inaccurate depictions of DID, sick!reader, implied platonic (or romantic if you squint) relationship between Khonshu/Reader

Description: Marc and Steven return from a night as Moon Knight/Mr. Knight that didn't have their god hovering over their shoulder. They wonder what could have kept him from bothering them and find out once they return home.

"Bit odd ain't it?"

Marc didn't bother to answer Steven, it would only be a few moments before he would speak up again telling him exactly what was odd. Besides, asking him - no matter how curious Marc really was- would only encourage Steven to chip in with all sorts of observations all night. It would be a distraction. The giant bird that only he could see was already enough of a distraction every night. He didn’t need to be distracted in his own head too.

"All night we've fought, mate,” ah good, here was Steven proving Marc right once again. “Doling out his justice and all. Yet not a word from the bloody pigeon. Most nights he wouldn't leave us alone even if we begged him.... What do you think he's up to?"

"It's probably nothing. You worry too much Steven," Marc dismissed as he focused on quietly opening the flat's window.

You could be asleep and he didn't want to wake you. Why the hell was the window giving him so much trouble! Of all things to trip up the protector of the travelers of the night- that’s a mouthful ain’t it- it had to be their own goddamn window. Slowly dragging his hand down his face, Marc tried to release the tension that still held his body tightly wound. Tonight had been rougher than normal. He didn’t want to admit it but without Khonshu acting as an early warning system for ambushes the body had taken more of a beating than normal. Not that anything really hurt- the healing armor stopped that- but it did mean that Marc was emotionally and physically sore. He pointedly avoided looking into the window’s reflection. Steven could fuck off, he wasn’t in the mood to be teased tonight about how he should have listened to their girl. She had been begging them to take a night off for a month now.

He just. Couldn’t bring himself to take time for himself. Not when there were people to protect that deserved protection. He just knew that the moment he stopped moving he would break under your care. Oh, sure it would be healthy and good for him. But he had no idea if he would be able to recover in time to get back to protecting people like he needed to.

Marc forced himself to focus back on the task at hand. No point having a breakdown outside of their own flat when he could silently have it while tightly gripping onto you.

One of them should oil the window soon, it was starting to stick. Ironic really. Marc has assumed that windows would only stick if they were being left unused. Moon Knight or Mr.Knight went out almost every single night. So there was no reason for the window to be giving him any trouble.

The window finally opened enough for them to get inside. Honestly, Marc couldn’t believe that they had a flat with windows big enough for them to use as a way in and out of the flat. It was convenient though. Marc refused to have you leave the door unlocked while he was out, and carrying a key would just be inviting trouble. Without the window to distract him, Marc was left alone with his thoughts about what Steven had said...

One of the few times that Marc would have welcomed Steven’s rambling to distract himself was of course the one time he decided to be quiet. Even though he didn’t want to admit it to Steven, he had also been a little worried about the startling absence of Khonshu. But, well it probably wasn’t anything. Steven was just being paranoid... Khonshu would end up telling the two of them if it ended up being important.

Slipping into the flat, Marc stayed light on his feet. You could be a light sleeper when you had just fallen asleep. No point stomping around and waking you before he could join you wherever you were.

"Where's our girl, Marc? She's probably still half awake, it’s cute how she always waits up for us. We need to make sure she gets some sleep though. Her poor eyes have started to get bags under them as bad as ours! Course, she would probably say she needs to stay up to make sure we get some sleep."

"Shut up Steven, I'm sure she's sleeping like a baby," he whispered back as he made sure the window was secure.

Flicking a glance across the room their eyes instantly found you in bed by glancing to see your hair spread out against the sheets. Taking less than a moment to see you were there before starting his nightly ritual. He would join you soon enough so all that mattered was that you were in bed.

It was good that you hadn't waited up for him. Well, that's what he tried to convince himself but he could feel deep inside of him some minor disappointment that you hadn't tried to stay awake to welcome him home. Shoving the feeling down guiltily, he let the suit dissolve. Vanishing around him. Ever so thankful that under the suit he wore the sweatpants and t-shirt he would be wearing to bed he walked away from you. A quick restroom stop to brush his teeth and he would be pulling you into his arms.

Marc instinctively kicked the door shut as he flicked the light on. At the very last moment, Steven took over for just a second to stop the door from slamming with their hand.

Ah, shit! That hurt! Shaking out the pain in their hand Marc scowled at the mirror.

“Leaving the pain for me, gee thanks Steven.”

“Well it could have been avoided if you didn’t try and slam the door like a right bastard.”

Leaving the mirror cabinet open just to annoy Steven as he grabbed a toothbrush, Marc began to aggressively brush his teeth. The sooner this was done the sooner he could get some sleep. God he just needed to hold you close and breathe in your scent.

"Marc, Marc!” Steven was being an annoyance again, yelling for his attention. “Bloody hell, and you claim you're normally the more observant of the two of us! She was right, you do need more sleep."

Throwing the mirror back into place so that he could see Steven in the reflection Marc hissed in irritation at the constant badgering, "What the hell is it now Steven!"

Mentally he apologized for the angry hiss he had made at Steven. He didn't deserve that.

"Surprised you haven't noticed the dozens of medications on the sink yet, mate. I think she might be asleep in bed for once cause she's sick or somethin’..."

Toothbrush still in his mouth Marc took stock of the about 20 pill bottles across the sink and bathroom. Huh. How did he miss all of those? It was a mess in here! Sure with all of Steven’s books spread all over the place the flat was always a general mess but normally the bathroom was more tame. Steven did have a few books in the bathroom, too however. More trashy novels that didn't matter if they got wet. Heaven forbid one of his precious tomes got even a drop of rain on them.

Rushing through the rest of the body's before bed routine, Marc was buzzing with nervous energy. He needed to check on you, to stay close and keep watch over you. Nothing was allowed to harm you, not even your own body. Speculating if summoning the suit would help, Marc spat out the froth of toothpaste filling his mouth. Would the healing cape aid in ridding your sickness? You weren’t the avatar but the cape had still protected others from harm. Did being sick count as harm?

Marc skipped the skin care routine that you had made for them. The lack of protest from Steven proved that he was just as concerned about you as he was. Normally Steven would insist on doing at least part of the skin care routine that you have so lovingly made for them. But tonight neither of them wanted to waste a moment of time that could be spent making sure you were okay.

Skidding out of the bathroom, their eyes immediately jumped to lock onto you. To ensure you were still in bed, still breathing. Why hadn’t Marc given you even just one once over before starting his nightly routine? He surely would have noticed if you were sick if he had. If anything had happened to you and he had wasted time brushing his teeth Marc was ready to yank them out himself.

The body froze as Marc and Steven processed what they were seeing.

The fucking bird was holding you.

In. His. Arms.

Petting your hair gently with his other hand as you struggled to breath through your nose. Khonshu’s fucking beak hovering over your head in mock protection.

"Are you fucking stealing my girl, Khonshu! Get your hands off of her!"

Marc's yell echoed through the flat, echoing in the silence. Steven winced at how loud it was. The neighbors were sure to hear if he stayed that loud and then rumors could spread, and then it would become an even bigger mess than what it already was! How would they compete with a god even if it was just the bloody pidgeon? This was it, the end of your lovely relationship. The panic was in full control now.

Steven hadn’t even noticed that he had taken over the body. Marc’s anger and desire to punch the god in his face- skull, whatever- burning in his chest.

Oh, god. Marc's yelling has woken you up. You were stirring. What would you do when you woke up? Did you know that Khonshu was holding you as you slept? Or did you think in your sleep that it was his arms around you? Steven couldn’t decide which would be worse.

"I have no desire to steal this mortal from you Marc Spector."

Oh, well that was good. No need to compete with the god of the moon for you then. That was a minor relief. Wait-

"Oi! The way you said that implies that you would steal her from me but not Marc!"

Khonshu groaned the moment Steven spoke. Rude of him! And here he thought that the grumpy god had finally warmed up to him, began to accept him as another avatar.

“What are you doing then you big bird?” Now that he had been reassured that your relationship was safe, Steven felt confident enough to bully the god a little bit. “I can’t really think of a reason for you to be feeling up our girl when she’s unconscious. Can you Marc? Seems a bit inappropriate if you ask me.”

"Steven," you croaked out.

Oh, right. You had woken up. Maybe should prioritize that over annoying the bird. Gosh, your voice sounded all rough and scratchy. It has to be aching. You would definitely benefit from a nice, warm cup of tea. Maybe some soup. They should have something suitable in the flat to soothe your throat.

Lurching out of Khonshu’s grasp, you reached out for him. Oh, you were just lovely. Steven didn’t exactly want to get sick but he was determined to cuddle you. Just as he was stepping towards you to take you into his arms Khonshu flicked out his staff.

The crescent moon grabbing hold of you like a lasso and throwing you back into the god’s arms. The staff was dismissed as soon as it had been summoned. Khonshu keeping a tighter grip on your body as he forced you to rest back against his chest again.

“What the fuck does he think he is doing to them,” Marc screamed in his ear.

“You are to stay put, little priestess,” the rumbling growl of his stern voice was making you tremble. You had the most upset and sorrowful look on your face. Like you knew that you had done something wrong but hadn’t meant to. “Or I will make use of the bug’s restraints to keep you here.”

That threat was the last straw for keeping Marc from fronting. He would protect you no matter what it cost.

"If she wants to leave your grasp and come to me you better let go of her, Khonshu," Marc threatened.

Inside Steven was panicking about how they could possibly get you safely away from the god. You had wanted to come to them and he had stopped you. You weren’t safe and you were sick, this was officially the nightmare scenario. How could they protect you against a god without Khonshu’s suit, without his help? Oh god, they had never thought to come up with a plan for this. Even with Marc’s protective paranoia tendencies to plan for any danger that could threaten you he had never even considered their god turning against them!

"Hmm is that anyway to thank me, my avatar, for keeping her sickness diminished. Without my aid by now she would surely be in one of those inadequate human hospitals. If she had managed to survive long enough to call for such aid..."

"WhAt," Marc and Steven both stumbled over each other to speak. The word barely comprehensible with the vocal breaks as their accent rapidly changed.

Frozen they both mentally retreated to talk to the other. They needed to think this through, to not rush into assumptions. To consider all the facts they had and plan their next action if any were even needed.

Steven came to the conclusion first.

"Oh, bloody hell. Marc, he's the god of healing too. He's saved her life when we didn't even notice she was ill! This is why he left us alone all night, he’s been healing her. Oh bollocks, we’re bloody awful boyfriends aren’t we..."

“Do you need to be holding her to heal her?”

Marc was still a bit on edge, but now he could admit his curiosity.

“Yes. She is not my avatar, close contact is the best way to eradicate her sickness. I cannot have my most devout worshiper fall to illness due to her refusal to pray for her own health.”

“Devout worshiper? But she doesn’t even pray...” Steven mumbled.

“She has called upon me to protect you enough times to be considered a priestess of my temple.”

Marc could feel his chest aching. A tightness making him want nothing more than to assure you that he would keep himself and Steven safe. Just for your sake.

Sniffling you managed to get out a few words. “I want our Marc and my Steven, Khonshu.”

There were tears on your cheeks. You had been crying silently while they bickered over meaningless things...

“Your Steven,” the god teased. “I do believe that they are both my Moon Knight, little priestess.”

Khonshu was... oddly affectionate with you. And far nicer to you than he was Marc or Steven. Well, not that he could blame the god for growing fond of you. Even Marc could admit it was impossible to avoid the desire to please you, to protect you. He had tried to keep Steven and himself away from you for so long to no avail. You drew them in to orbit you, as the moon does the Earth.

“You’re too mean to Steven so he’s all mine,” you muttered in a sleepy haze. “M’ gonna take Marc from you too if you don’t start being nicer to him so you better watch out.”

Marc chuckled at your empty threat.

“Hmm, then I shall have to keep a close eye on you, little one. I cannot have a priestess of mine stealing from me, after all. Perhaps I shall give the tireless task of keeping you out of mischief to my Moon Knight.”

Slowly making his way to the bed, both boys realized the issue at the same time. They wanted-no needed to hold you. But to do that while Khonshu was healing you would force them to lay practically in the god’s lap.

The moment they were in reach you extended your hands out with the most adorable grabby motions. Silently begging them to cuddle you close.

Steven gave in first while Marc was still debating how to hold you without touching Khonshu.

“Steven, no. Please, just- no.”

“Mate, if there was a way to do this that wasn’t bloody ridiculous I am more than willing to move. But I am not about to risk that sad little face she likes to give us to get her way while we debate on how to avoid touching the almost 2 meter tall vulture that needs to be touching her.”

Admitting defeat Marc let Steven shuffle the body closer to yours. Keeping as much skin contact as possible with you while maintaining as little contact between them and Khonshu. Marc mentally sighed when you purposely sniffled to show that you knew it was just Steven who had moved the body to lay against yours. He pressed a kiss to your forehead to indulge you. The happy little squirm against him was worth any embarrassment that the situation gave them.

Laying in silence as he rubbed circles against your skin until you fell back asleep. Trying his damn hardest to ignore the giant mummified bird in the room.

"Well this is awkward, innit?"

"Steven please," Marc begged. "I'm trying very hard not to think about how while cuddling our sick girlfriend we basically have to cuddle Khonshu too!"

"Bit too late for that now..." he trailed off with a nervous laugh.

Marc purposely avoided looking at Khonshu. Or any mirrors. Finally settling his wandering eyes on your peaceful face. He could suffer the discomfort of being pressed slightly against Khonshu’s body, for you.

“We never talk about this. Ever.”

“Agreed,” Khonshu was quick to answer. Seems the god found this as unsettling as he did.

If it wouldn’t involve bringing this situation up, Marc would pester the god about how he seemed to have no awkward feelings about cuddling his girlfriend. But he just knew that Khonshu would get his revenge by distracting him during his time as Moon Knight by mentioning that he was also the god of fertility. Steven was already going to be enough of a mess worrying over being Khonshu’s avatar and you apparently being considered a priestess by the god making the both of you more fertile, now that the idea was there...

Silently they both agreed to push the thought from their minds for now. They could freak out together later.

At least you were soundly sleeping. And your nose was less stuffy, so Khonshu’s healing was helping. With any luck- which god were they due for some good luck- you would be better by tomorrow and this bizarre cuddle pile wouldn’t be needed again.

#steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #khonshu #Khonshu x reader #moon knight

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existslikepristin · 3 years ago

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Activated My Trap Card

This one is VERY old. Even from before What A Bummer.

Tags: TheLounge?, CLC, Seungyeon, Yeeun, Eunbin, male reader insert, scary ladies, the most uncomfortable threesome with an audience of one, vote story

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You stand in front of the door to Cube Entertainment's offices. You got a strange call a few days ago telling you to come to this address in order to "make a lot of money." You were worried that it might be something illegal, or a scam, but after you looked the address up you got a little excited.

And it seems like you were right to be! After a minute or two, the door opens and you see Seungyeon standing there, looking straight into your eyes. She's wearing a super low cut black tank top, a pair of jean shorts that look like they've been cut extra high for optimal showing off, and the most basic pair of black flip flops ever. She doesn't look surprised to see you.

"Yeah, there you are," she says in her deep, beautiful voice, putting her hands on her hips, "I knew you would be perfect. Come on in. I've got a job for you."

She stands aside to let you through the doorway and closes the door behind you.

Unsure of where to go, you wait for her to make the next move. She does exactly that, walking past you and letting her hand graze past your thigh on the way. That had to be an accident right?

With her back turned to you, you look down and she that her tank top is mostly backless, and her shorts reveal about half of her butt cheeks. There is so much skin on display to you right now. You make an effort not to look, but it's damn hard.

You're about to take another look when Seungyeon spins around gives you a deadly look in the eye. "So tell me... who's your CLC bias?"

Holy shit, why is she putting you on the spot all of a sudden?! She looks like she wants an answer, and fast! This really was a trap! Fuck!

Options: 1. (Picked:) Seungyeon 2. Seunghee 3. Yujin 4. Sorn 5. Yeeun 6. Elkie 7. Eunbin

~~~~~

"Y-y..." you stutter, trying to think about how fast you can turn around and open the door to run.

"Yeeun?" Seungyeon takes a step toward you. She's very, very close.

You stumble back and bump up against the door. Seungyeon follows.

"Y-you," you manage to say.

A mischievous half grin grows on her face. "Yu...jin?" She punctuates the "jin" part by pressing herself up against you. You're still nervous, but you suddenly think you know what this is about (that isn't some shit like assassinating you). She's soft but firm, like you can definitely feel the dancer muscles under her tender skin. Except for her tits, pressed against your ribs. Those are totally soft, other than two tiny points of hardness.

"Nah... you."

You feel Seungyeon's body shiver from top to bottom, and she slides one of her legs up yours, trapping you against the door just a little more. Her hands are suddenly on your shoulders.

"That's what I was hoping. I saw you a while ago. You didn't see me, but I saw a picture of me on your phone," She squeezes your shoulders a little, like she's getting needy, "Do you touch yourself when you see me?"

You gulp. You're really not sure if telling the truth about that will help your case here.

Then it's your turn to shiver, as Seungyeon licks your neck, then buries her face in it. "Tell me which one of my holes you fantasize about being inside the most."

Well, what do you say?

Options: 1. (Picked:) "I've always wanted your pussy wrapped around me." 2. "Do you think your throat can take all of me?" 3. "Spread your ass and I'll show you." 4. "Hole? But what about your tits?"

~~~~~

"I've always wanted your pussy wrapped around me."

...

Holy shit, you've never seen clothes come off a person so fast. You barely catch a glimpse of Seungyeon's nipples before they're smashed against your chest again.

"Well I want to wrap my pussy around your cock," she says, already lowering your pants, "Help me make that happen, okay?"

You're not sure how you're supposed to help, since you're pinned between the door and her paralyzing, hot body. You feel your pants dropping to the floor, taking your underwear with them. Your dick springs up and slaps Seungyeon's pussy. Of course you're already hard.

Seungyeon isn't waiting for anything. She lifts herself onto her toes, and your dick gets just enough room to be able point fully up. Your tip rests somewhere in her folds. She reaches around her back and you feel her fingers adjust you very slightly, and suddenly you feel your entire dick being engulfed by her as she drops back down.

She groans. Loud. You're very aware all of a sudden that you're having sex in the front hallway of an entertainment company's office and look around. Seungyeon grabs your chin and forces you to look into her eyes though. You see stars dancing around them, but that's probably because you're feeling light headed from the pleasure being forced onto you right now.

The look she gives you is... intense. The whole time she's moving her body just right to keep your dick inside her, despite the fact that she's so soaking wet and slippery and at such an awkward angle. She manages it well though.

"Do you like this? Hm?" She asks. You open your mouth to answer but all you get out is a moan as she squeezes your dick with her pussy. Against your stomach, you feel her abs working to make that happen. What a fucking talent!

She smiles and pulls your head down to her open mouth. You open yours too and it gets assaulted by her tongue, dancing just as wildly as her body does.

When she finally breaks away from the thing you could call a kiss, she moves her chest off of yours to let you get a really good view of her jiggling tits, shining with sweat. If you're honest, you've already seen most of them thanks to the clothes she wears, but with nothing to cover them at all they're absolutely amazing.

"I need you to... cum, alright?"

Woah, that's sudden. Does she mean inside?

"The first cum... happens fast," she pants between every couple of words. No wonder, since she's still fucking you while just on the tips of her toes, "but that's what... we need... You need to last... longer for the next round."

You definitely already feel your orgasm coming, she doesn't need to tell you that. But wait. Next round? What is she talking about?

Simple poll this time:

Choices: 1. Take charge and cum the way you want to! She didn't specifically say she needed you to cum inside her, but that's a risk you're willing to take. 2. (Picked:) Are you joking? She knows what she's doing and has a plan for MORE? Don't take charge, she'll make you cum the way she wants to!

~~~~~

No way you're risking doing something she doesn't want you to right now. Not after she mentioned a "next round."

"It's happening now!" you say through your half gritted teeth. You really hope she knows what you meant, but you're having a little trouble forming full, meaningful sentences right now.

Seungyeon gets both of her arms around you and squeezes. Her eyes lock on yours again and you're captivated. You can't look away. "Do it... then."

Her hips grind against yours, and your orgasm hits you like a runaway train. You're dizzy, but you can still notice that she's squeezing down on you. As your cum fills her up, her eyes roll up, she bites her lip, and a grin spreads across her face.

You barely register that you slump to the floor, with Seungyeon's clamping pussy bringing her down with you.

"You dumb fucking hooker."

Suddenly, your senses all come back to you. That wasn't your voice. Or Seungyeon's. Oh shit. You can't see where it came from. But you recognize it. You start to imagine yourself getting beat up by body guards, or thrown in jail, or... fuck, maybe exiled from South Korea? Is that a thing that could happen?

So, whose voice was it?

Options: 1. Seunghee 2. Yujin 3. Sorn 4. Yeeun 5. Elkie 6. (Picked:) Eunbin

~~~~~

With a semi-exhausted sigh, Seungyeon leans to the side and looks over her shoulder. You feel a sense of impending doom as you see that the voice came from the daddy long le-- er, you mean, "maknae" of CLC, Eunbin.

Eunbin is only about fifteen feet away down the hall, wearing shorts (not as short as Seungyeon's, but still revealing her full legs), a blue sweatshirt, and tennis shoes. She looks... well she looks stone-faced as normal, but you bet she's super angry, based on the tone of her voice.

"Beannie, it's all good, okay?" Seungyeon sounds annoyed. She stands up, a wet plop nearly echoing as she comes off your dick. She faces away from you. If you weren't terrified, you would be admiring the bottom view of her bare ass and pussy dripping with your cum. Actually, you just came inside her. You're suddenly even more terrified, thinking about the entertainment company lawyers that are about to sue you into oblivion.

There's a dead silence for a solid ten seconds as the leader and the maknae stare each other down. You barely have the self consciousness to cover your dick with your hands.

"Don't you want to try him out?"

You stare up at Seungyeon's back. Could she make this situation worse? Don't mock the witness!

Eunbin's deadpan glare lowers down and locks with your eyes. ShiiiiIIIIT. Her look goes a little further down, right at your hands. And she licKS HER LIPS, WHAT?

"I'm busy, ass whore. Besides, the bitch is waiting with her cunt wide open," she swears evenly, like she's discussing the mild weather. You would question what she's saying if you weren't so confused, and still light headed.

Seungyeon groans, this time with annoyance rather than with pleasure like earlier. She turns around and bends over to grab your arms and starts pulling. You have to assume she wants you to stand, so you try, but it's awkward, trying to stand without revealing your mostly softened cock. Once you're up, she yanks on your hands, flashing Eunbin. Yet, she only looks for half a second, then turns and walks through a doorway. The same one Seungyeon starts dragging you toward, all the while with your cum slowly dripping out of her onto the floor.

What the fuck is happening here?

And who's the "bitch" Eunbin is talking about?!

Options: 1. Seunghee 2. Yujin 3. Sorn 4. (Picked:) Yeeun 5. Elkie

~~~~~

As you make your way through the door, dragged by Seungyeon, Eunbin is nowhere to be seen, but there is definitely another person. You're not sure you recognize her though.

She's tied down with some soft looking rope to a cushioned table. And the ropes are all she's wearing, with the exception of a blindfold. The ropes are holding her down and holding her legs wide open, but her arms are completely free. Doesn't seem like effective bonda--

The door slams shut behind you, making you just about jump out of your skin. Eunbin was hiding behind it! She has on exactly the same expression as before, too. She must be determined to creep you the hell out.

Before you can do or say anything about that, Seungyeon grabs your chin and turns you to look at the tied up girl on the table again. "See there? That's Yeeun. She's been a very good girl until today. She's only had sex a couple times before, but last month she told us that she wants to be a little slut, so that's why you're here."

You see Yeeun biting her lower lip. Seungyeon reaches down and starts stroking your dick back to life.

"You can fuck her any way you want to, as long as it's hard, and as long as you can do it for a really, really long time. And if you can do that..."

Seungyeon drops to her knees and takes your mostly hard dick in her mouth, diving all the way to the base and quickly sucking off whatever was left from the first round. She pops back off and licks it from the bottom to the top.

"If you do that for her, I'll definitely be calling you back."

You look back and forth from the leader of CLC below you and the rapper in front of you. Should you really? This seems crazy.

"What will it be? You can take her sweet pussy all the way to the moon and back, but she's not on the same prodigious birth control I am,"

You mentally breathe a sigh of relief at that, but also wonder what the hell qualifies a birth control as "prodigious."

"If you're afraid of putting a baby in her though, we already pre-lubed her pretty little ass. It hasn't been used before, but you should glide righ-"

DEAR LORD, Eunbin's ever-expressionless face appears right in front of yours, out of nowhere, "Or you can face fuck her. I've been dildoing this stupid thot's dumb mouth for days to get her ready for your fatass penis, if you have the balls," she says, nearly monotone. You're seriously confused by her rude behavior here and suspect she might be hiding a torture room somewhere in this building.

From the table, you hear Yeeun. You may not be at a good angle to see her, but it's definitely her. You'd recognize that sweet, meek voice anywhere, "I'm ready... please fuck me?"

Holy damn. This is really happening isn't it?

Options: 1. (Picked:) Take that risk! Pussy time! 2. Well, if her ass is already lubed... 3. Don't risk Eunbin crushing your skull. Throat fuck Yeeun. 4. Why is titfucking still not an option?! Lol, jk, we all love her boobs, but she's not big enough for that. 5. Run the fuck away! These bitches are actually insane!

~~~~~

You take a deep breath. This is just plain insanity that you are witnessing before your eyes.

Insanity is contagious, apparently.

You step around Seungyeon, and stand over Yeeun. She's at just the right height, and your dick rests on her pelvis, between her legs. You hear a short gasp of excitement from her... and two more behind you, which is definitely still weird.

You back up a few inches, bend your knees just a bit, and move forward again. Yeeun is a bit small, so it takes some pushing, but you can see the anticipation building on her face (what isn't covered by the blindfold). With a thrust, you're in.

Yeeun sighs and a smile crosses her face. Seems you made a good choice. She's going to like this.

"Woohoo! Now make her a slut!"

Again, you nearly forgot about your audience. Seungyeon moves to stand right next to you, one hand on Yeeun's inner thigh and the other one squeezing your ass cheek. Yay, fun...

For hours, you pound Yeeun into the table. Seungyeon stays with you the whole time, climbing on top of Yeeun, sliding herself all over you, and licking... pretty much everywhere.

A couple of times you have to change things up, untying Yeeun and flipping her onto her stomach, re-angling her so you can hold yourself up mostly by your arms, and eventually scooting her to where her head hangs off the table while you kneel over her.

You cum at least four times, but it's hard to be sure, since you think you went basically numb after the first three hours.

Yeeun seems to have lost her mind around that same time. Her blindfold fell off at some point while you were fucking her from behind and now you can see that her eyes have become unfocused. Every time you pull out to adjust after the second hour, she whined and tried to get you back in. But anything coming out of her mouth eventually turned into needy moans.

You kind of wonder to yourself how realistic it is to have lasted so long, for Yeeun to have actually gone half comatose, or for this process to have "turned her into a slut," but hey, it was bliss for you.

Seungyeon gets on her knees between you and cleans off your exhausted cock (and the area around it) with her tongue. It's a little sore actually, but you're not about to complain.

She stands back up and wraps her arms under yours, pulling you in. "I think you were successful, baby. Yeeun is going to want so much more from now on. Let's hope the baby you definitely put in her doesn't slow her down."

Oh. Right.

"So, what's next? Want any kind of... reward before you go?"

With her hips slowly rubbing side to side against yours, it's pretty obvious what she means, but hey, she asked, so...

Options: 1. (Picked:) You're drained, but you'll try for Seungyeon! Even if it results in embarrassment! 2. You want more, but you don't think you can get it up anymore. Be smooth and give her your contact info. 3. Uh, yeah. The call you got said you were going to get paid money for this. That's a reward. 4. Maybe just something to drink? You're fucking exhausted! (Warning, this option is mad kink territory.)

~~~~~

With your cock just about ready to fall off, you aren't sure how well this will work, but you're willing to try for Seungyeon. You grab her by the hips. A smirk crosses her face, and she doubles down on grinding against you.

You lift her chin up for a kiss. It's your turn to take charge with her now. She coos into your mouth. Her fingernails lightly scrape either side of your spine, sending tingles all up and down your body. Her entire behavior just changed! Sheesh, and all you had to do was take the initiative in grabbing her? This girl changes her mind as fast as she takes her clothes off.

The sweetness continues for the better part of ten minutes. You could swear the room's temperature is evening back out, from the sun-like heat earlier to being very pleasantly warm.

Seungyeon slowly breaks away from the kiss, looking into your eyes with less intensity and more... care. She leans her head back, and you take the hint, diving in and sucking carefully at her neck. Her silent shuddering is only interrupted by a moan coming from behind you.

You can guess what it is, but curiosity gets you to turn enough to look. And of course, it's Eunbin. She's still staring, which is still creepy. But she's also got both hands moving inside her shorts. She's probably been there all along, so you guess she can stay and keep watching. You doubt she'd leave even if you asked...

Trying not to think too much about your audience, you get back to work on Seungyeon, kissing her tanned skin from her chin, to her chest, to her toned as hell stomach, to her clit. Once there, her knees shake, so you decide to set her down somewhere she won't fall. It's time to pay her back for all the oral service she's been giving you!

Seungyeon backs up at your touch, until she leans back against the table in the middle of the room, and onto Yeeun's half conscious body. The skinny girl groans as she's suddenly used as a back rest, but Seungyeon doesn't seem to have any interest in fixing the problem.

This is your moment. You're going to make Seungyeon squirm on top of her rapper. You'll make her explode! You start leaning down, tongue halfway hanging out of your mouth...

"Damn, you're still not hard?"

She's holding you back by the forehead, looking between your bodies down at your lifeless dick.

"W-well, yeah, I mean, I just..." you gesture down at Yeeun. That's where your hardness went, and it's still dripping out of her at a moderate pace!

Eunbin's hands are on your shoulders, pulling you away from Seungyeon. It's a bit of a shock, to say the least.

"I'll call you later! Buh-bye!"

The next thirty seconds are a blur. You're dragged, stunned, out of the room, through to the opposite end of the hallway you came in from, and shoved out a door into an alley.

"See ya, fuckface," is the last thing you hear from Eunbin before the door slams behind you.

What the hell...

The door reopens, and you spin around just in time to get a face full of your pants.

"Don't forget your stupid clothes, you degenerate," Eunbin throws you one last insult before the door closes again.

It's a little chilly out here.

[GAME OVER]

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randomshyperson · 4 years ago

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Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Land of Thieves - Final Chapter

Gif is not mine and i probably used before but here it is.

Summary: When you were a child, you swore that no matter how high the reward in your head, she could always count on you. Life as an outlaw in the west is not easy, but you believe that train robberies are still easier than asking a pretty girl to dance. Land of Thieves, also know as your love story with Wanda Maximoff in the Wild West.

Complete Work at AO3> Land of Thieves // Click on the tag "Land of Thieves for complete work here on Tumblr.

Warnings: 18+, explicit language, explicit violence, slow burn, childhood friends to lovers, cursing, blood.

Marks> @mionemymind @wandamaximoffpuppy

You wake up completely entwined together, Wanda lying next to you as you hold her around the waist. You grunt against the back of her neck as you feel the sun's rays on your face, and Wanda stirs a little, turning toward you and sinking her face into your neck as she mumbles softly.

You know you have to get up, because you have a job to do. But to have Wanda like this against you is delicious.

You let her fingers slowly travel up your back, and Wanda smiles against your skin.

- It tickles. - She murmurs sleepily. When you stop, however, she mumbles softly.

- We have to get up. - You say, opening your eyes.

Wanda grumbles again, making you laugh slightly.

- I'm sleepy. - She mumbles, and you bite your lips.

- Let me wake you up then. - You whisper as you run your fingers down her back again. You turn your face in Wanda's direction, kissing her as you ask for passage with your tongue. She responds lazily, sighing against your mouth, as your hand moves down her waist to her ass, squeezing the flesh.

You are already turned on again, and feel Wanda's wet pussy against your thigh is helping it. Then you sink into the kiss as you move on top of her, your naked breasts pressing together making you moan together in the kiss.

Wanda's legs move along against yours, and then she spreads them so that you are in the middle, and locks her legs around your waist.

You leave your hips together and try not to get lost in the sensation of your pussies rubbing together as you kiss.

Wanda lets her hands run down your arms to your shoulder, and pushes you slightly for breath, you take the opportunity to move your kisses down her jaw and neck, and as you pull and suck on the skin you also move your hips down against her, and she is moaning breathlessly with her eyes closed.

You lower your kisses again, slowly and lingeringly down Wanda's skin to her breasts. When you play with her nipples on your tongue, she arches her back and digs her nails into your arm. You smile against her left breast, sucking and licking until Wanda whimpers.

Then you kiss her belly, and move your kisses down her hips. You know that Wanda is dripping wet, so you don't torture her, and move right down to where she wants you.

Wanda lets out a loud moan as you kiss her pussy. The smell is intoxicating, and you sigh against her. And then you feel Wanda's hand in your hair, encouraging you to taste her, and you give her exactly what she wants.

Starting with shallow yet long licks on her clitoris, you feel Wanda's fingers move through your hair. And when she sighs, you penetrate her. The tightness in your head changes immediately, and Wanda moans loudly. You smile, tasting her again. And when she starts to move her legs, you bring your hands to her thigh, to keep her open for you.

You kiss, suck, and lick the sensitive flesh, inhibited by Wanda's taste as she writhes and moans breathlessly, the tightness in your hair holding you in place.

Then Wanda begins to whimper, and her body is shaking in spasms, and you keep a steady rhythm inside her.

It takes three more deep strokes for Wanda to spill against your tongue, and she lets out a loud moan, her whole body shaking, and you sigh against her pussy. She tastes so good.

The grip on your hair loosens in the next second, and you finish drinking her juice, depositing long kisses on her swollen clit as she calms down.

Then you move up the kisses along her body, and when you reach her face, Wanda brings your mouths together, sighing as she tastes herself on you.

- Good morning. - You whisper as you part, Wanda bites her lower lip, smiling.

-morning. - She says in a hoarse voice. You think you have just fallen in love with her even more.

When you two finally get up, and are properly dressed, you carry your mattress back to the camp, Wanda at your side.

You have barely taken a step into the tent area when Nat appears in your field of vision, a coffee in her hand, and a mischievous look in her eyes. She doesn't even have to say anything and you are already blushing and pushing her out of the way.

You and Wanda don't have much time to talk after that, everyone in the camp seems frantically excited about the scam.

When you go to your tent, Tony is awake, with his hand on his head complaining of pain.

- Good morning, Stark. - You tell him with a smile and he looks at you.

- How did I get here?

You're rummaging through your dresser, looking for a shirt. - God you really did drink it all last night. - You play lightly, and then leave the shirt on top of the dresser, raise your hands toward the small bottle of water you usually leave there, and pour a glass for Tony. - We'll talk later, I have a job now. - You say, handing him the glass. He smiles in appreciation, drinking the water quickly. - But I want to thank you for what you have done for Wakanda.

Tony is surprised for a moment, probably not remembering how you found out about this. But then he smiles and shrugs his shoulders.

- I thought I would do something decent for once in my life. - He comments and you smile as you take the empty glass back.

- Try to eat a little, my friend. - You say, taking the item to the dresser as Tony gets out of bed. - You will wait here at the camp with Bruce and Potts.

- That's fine. - He says before leaving your tent.

After you put on your work clothes, you join the small circle of people in front of Steve's tent.

- Good morning everybody! - he says with his hands resting on his belt. - As you know we have a big job today. And if everything goes according to plan, we will be back home in a few days.

The camp lets out an exclamation of contentment, and you smile at Wanda who is at the other end.

- I want everyone to be careful when we are on the Braithwaites' property. - Steve continued seriously. - Hold the position as we have planned. If anything gets out of hand, and we have to shoot our way out, we will protect each other and not the gold.

The gang lets out an exclamation of agreement, and after going over the last details, Steve releases you all with a nod.

You walk toward the fire, wishing you could eat some before you have to leave.

Pietro jumps on your shoulder just as you are reaching for some food, and you almost knock over the bowl, grumbling softly.

- I am so excited to be rich! - He announces with a smile that makes you laugh.

- I imagine you are. - You scoff slightly as you finish serving yourself. You walk toward the fire and he follows. - Aren't you going to eat?

- No, I don't like to be on a full stomach before a shooting. - He says and you shrug. Pietro doesn't sit down, he just rests his leg on one of the logs that are used as a chair. - By the way, I can't wait to get back to New Austin. It is very cold here.

You laugh lightly as you eat, without answering. Pietro doesn't mind your silence, though. Natasha joins you next, sitting next to you, also carrying a bowl of food.

- I hear that Steve is going to buy land for us. - She announces and you and Pietro look at her in surprise, but she smiles. - Who knew we would become ranchers at the end of it all.

The three of you laugh lightly, and you are distracted as you think about the possibility. It seems like a very unlikely dream to happen.

- Can I make a comment about you and Wanda or should I wait until you finish eating? - Natasha asked ironically a moment later, and you held back your laughter because you didn't want to choke on your food. Pietro looked at you curiously, and noticing his expression, Natasha let out a wry chuckle. - Pietro, Pietro, you cannot tell me that you did not notice that your sister did not sleep in the tent tonight?

Pietro blinked in confusion, and then he understood and let out a surprised exclamation.

- My God, I'm going to be an uncle!

- Shut up, boy. - You mumbled awkwardly, while Natasha laughed. Pietro also laughed. Then Wanda joined you, accompanied by Monica, and the girls looked at you curiously.

- You guys are happy today, huh? - Monica commented with a smile. You exchanged a look with Wanda.

- Pietro is an idiot, and Nat thinks it's funny. - You clarify when they both stop laughing. Monica smiles at you before sitting down. And then Wanda is turning around the trunk, and sitting on your lap. You ignore the uncompensated beating of your heart and the insinuating glances you receive, putting the bowl down and kissing her on the cheek.

You eventually embark on a conversation about your latest heists over the next few minutes, until Steve is calling everyone out.

Your friends get up first, and when you are alone by the fire, Wanda gives you a kiss on the mouth that takes the air out of your lungs.

- Be careful, okay? - she says as she lets go, and you just smile and nod as she gets up.

Then you walk towards the whole group at the entrance to the camp. Steve signals for you all to get on your horses, and you all hurry to do so.

When you are mounted on your mare, Pietro mounts the sorrel beside you.

- What's up, partner? - He asks with a smile, and you nod.

- Care to place a bet, partner? - You reply with a certain irony and Pietro assumes a thoughtful expression.

- I bet I can find more gold than you can. - He declares after a moment, making you laugh. But before you can respond, Steve is ordering you to ride, and you just exchange a glance with Pietro before galloping off.

It doesn't take long before you reach the mansion area, and you turn your head back to observe Steve, Peggy and Nat riding at a distance, and then turning the corner, as they would enter through the secondary entrance. And then you exchanged a look with Wanda and Monica who came up behind you before putting on their masks and dismounting from the horse.

You patted Pietro on the shoulder as he got off, signaling for him to be quiet, and then you led your horses by the reins through the terrain.

A few moments later you came within a good distance of the mansion, and tied your horses to the trees in the garden area.

And then the four of you entered the house quietly through one of the windows on the side. You looked around the room, it was absolutely gorgeous. But then Monica signaled for everyone to be quiet and you heard voices. Exchanging a look with Pietro, you went off in opposite directions and then attacked the guards in the front room afterwards, silently knocking them out.

- Does anyone know where the chamber is? - You heard Pietro whisper to you, but then you heard the sound of gunfire, and turned your head quickly in the direction behind you.

Running to the door, you let out a surprised exclamation as you noticed Steve, Peggy and Natasha riding at high speed from the back grounds, their guns drawn as they fired at the guards, who fired back.

- I guess so much for the element of surprise. - You comment, and then exchange a look with the other three. - All right, split up and search every room.

The group nods and then you are running in the wide area of the mansion, doing your best not to get lost. The exchange of fire continues intensely outside, and you draw your own pistol since you no longer have to be silent.

You look at least three empty rooms before something catches your eye. It's a huge painting at the end of a corridor, the image of a stern-looking woman staring back at you. You run your fingers over the phrase "We prosper" painted at the top of the painting and frown slightly.

- Apologies to the artists. - You comment softly as you pull out your knife and stick it into the painting, tearing it apart. You eventually realize that you could have pushed the item, because when you tear the canvas, there is a false base. And you lean your fingers on the frame to pull, and you end up revealing a vault the size of the painting in the back.

The glint of gold bars makes you let out a surprised exclamation. And then you reach out, touching the items to make sure they are real. There were at least ten gold bars, along with several shiny jewels and papers that you guessed were property titles. You really had made it.

Whistling to reveal your location to the group, it took a moment for them to join you, and you smiled, making room for them to see the small inventory. Pietro let out an excited exclamation as he hurried toward you, pulling the bag he carried on his back, while Monica did the same.

While they were carrying the items, you and Wanda moved in the opposite direction, keeping watch. Eventually two guards appeared, but you shot them quickly.

- All set folks! - announced Pietro, turning to you with a smile, and then you nodded, moving toward the exit, where the shooting was most intense.

You and Wanda hid behind the entrance pillars, trying to look around. You noticed Thor at the entrance crouched down and exchanging fire with three other guards, while Steve and Peggy were further away, still on their horses and being followed by other guards. You had no view of Natasha, but judging by the sound of gunfire, she must have been in the opposite direction from Thor.

- Everything okay there, Odinson? - you shouted to the blond man a few meters ahead of you. He let out a laugh before shouting again.

- Everything under control!

And then you were shooting, and you managed to hit one of the guards who was holding Thor's position. And he exclaimed in thanks, getting up only to hit the last one.

- We need to get to the horses before the reinforcements get here! - Thor said as you ran up to him. You nodded in agreement, following him in the same direction as you had come, and Natasha joined you halfway.

When you finally reached your horses, at the moment extremely agitated because of the gunshot noise, Thor asked you all to hurry. And then you heard a gunshot, and an exclamation of pain. Turning your head quickly to the side, you held Pietro before he fell to the ground.

A guard had come out from inside the mansion, a rifle in one hand. But Thor hit him next, and then you were looking at your friend.

- Wow hey, I got you. - You said, trying to keep him steady. You didn't know where the shot had hit. He whimpered breathlessly, becoming very heavy and falling to the ground beside you. - Pietro! Pietro, look at me!

And then Wanda was beside you, touching her brother on the chest. You looked down at his torso, and noticed the pool of blood on his belly, and let out an exclamation. But then Thor was running up to you, and caught Pietro, throwing his arm around his shoulders and waving you toward the wagons at the end of the lot.

- Don't stop. - He said as you stood up, ignoring the trembling of your hand and helping Wanda to stand despite her shock, and ran toward them.

Monica and Natasha hit the last guards there, and while Thor put Pietro in one of the wagons, Steve and Peggy rode up to you.

- There is a group of them approaching from the south. - said Steve. - We have to get out of here.

- My God, Pietro! - exclaimed Peggy as soon as they got close enough to see you guys. But Thor waved.

- He'll be fine if we get him out of here. - He said, moving in the wagon to take up the rear. - Get after your horses.

He told you, but you and Wanda both denied it with your heads.

- We're going to stay with him. - You said, climbing into the wagon and helping Wanda up next. Thor let out a sigh and sped up the horses. Nat waved at you lightly before turning in the opposite direction.

The rocking of the wagon seemed to cause Pietro even more pain, but Wanda was pressing on the wound as you held his hand. The boy was pale and sweaty, but had a faint smile on his lips.

- Hey. - he called breathlessly. - Don't worry girls. I'm going to be the best man, remember? I can't miss the wedding.

You laugh lightly, holding back the tears in your eyes. Pietro let out a grunt of pain, and you asked him to stop struggling to speak. And then you turned your head to Wanda, and placed your free hand on top of hers.

- We're going to be all right, love. - You said. - We take care of each other.

Thick tears streamed down Wanda's cheeks, but she smiled.

- And you and I take care of Pietro. - She replied, looking away of you to look at him for a moment, as if begging him to get better.

It didn't take long to reach the camp again, and then Thor was hurrying to get out and carry Pietro.

Wanda followed him toward the medical tent, where Thor placed her brother on the first empty gurney, while you ran to call Tony and Bruce to help him. They looked surprised, but hurried to accompany you.

They were quick to assist Pietro, and asked the three of you to leave the tent so they would have room to work. Wanda was trembling when you reached for her hands and gently pulled her out.

- Wanda, he'll be okay. - You told her, and then she was nodding, thick tears streaming down her cheeks. You sighed, looking down at your bloody hands. - Let's get you cleaned up.

Wanda looked like she was in shock, so she just nodded. You gently pulled her toward the supply hut that had a makeshift sink. You took a wet cloth to wipe the blood from her hands.

When you were finished, she looked up at you.

- What am I going to do if... - She choked on a sob. - He can't die.

You felt your heart race, and rushed to wipe the tears from her face. And then you hugged Wanda tight, hoping she would relax. - It's all right, love. He'll be all right.

It took a few minutes for Wanda to calm down, but you kept your embrace tight against her.

- Thank you. - She whispered against your skin, and you smiled without letting go.

- Anytime.

When Steve returned to camp with the rest of the group, he ran to where you and Wanda were sitting in front of the medical tent. Bruce and Tony still had the tent closed, and you had an arm around Wanda.

- So? How is he? - he asked with concern. Natasha squeezed your hand gently as she came to your side.

- He is going to be fine. - Informed Thor who had already wiped the blood from himself. - Stark and Banner are stitching him up.

Steve let out a sigh of relief, and then he assumed a serious posture.

- We can't stay here. - He said. - Not after robbing that family. We need to move as fast as possible before-

- Everyone knows that. - You cut him off with irritability. - Can you at least pretend to be concerned about Pietro?

- That's not what I meant. - He retorts seriously, and you think about answering, but Nat is squeezing your hand gently, and you don't want to fight now. - I will prepare everything with Potts and Wilson. When he is ready, we will leave.

And then Steve walked toward Pepper's cabin, and Peggy followed him. You sighed impatiently.

Fortunately, a moment later, Stark opened the tent. He smiled at you, and you felt your body relax.

- It's okay, everybody. - he announced. - He just needs to rest now.

Wanda let out a sigh of relief, and you released your arm from around her waist as she walked toward the tent. Bruce left as she went inside. You thought it best to give them some time alone.

You decided to help the others dismantle the camp while she was in there.

In the final adjustments to stow the tents in the wagons, you heard the sound of galloping approaching. Bucky was back, and he looked happy.

- So, how did it go on the reservation? - You asked as soon as he had dismounted and walked over to you, helping you to carry one of the boxes to the wagon you were in.

- It was fine. - He said with a smile. - T'Challa sent you a thanks gift by the way.

You blinked in surprise, and as soon as he finished loading the box, he went through his pockets. And handed you a small package. But you didn't even have time to look, Steve rushed you out loud the next second.

And then you returned to the medical cabin, and Pietro was getting up with Thor's help, he was clearly in pain, but forced a smile when you walked over to him.

You helped Thor carry him by the shoulders to one of the wagons you had, where you were able to set up a makeshift bed for him. And he was grateful when you left him there.

You returned to the medical hut to help Thor dismantle it, and when you were finished, you walked toward Pietro's cart.

- I'll ride behind you guys, okay? - You told him and Wanda, who was sitting next to him. - We can't fit all three of us in there.

Wanda smiled and moved in for a slow kiss on your lips, which made your stomach turn with anxiety. But she pulled away and sat back down.

You turned back toward your mare, which one of the gang members had brought back, and mounted.

Taking one last look at where the camp used to be, you began to follow the caravan.

The caravan was riding at high speed, and at some point Maria began to sing, and it didn't take long for the other members to follow her. You smiled slightly as you murmured the song, and then you remembered T'Challa's gift.

Rummaging through your pockets looking for the package, you held it carefully in your hands. There was a small piece of paper next to the small package, and you took it first.

"This was on your family memorial. Longevity on your journey, outlaw" was written in cursive letters. You smiled, opening the package. You let out a low exclamation of surprise when you noticed the small Indian jewelry. It was a bronze ring, with something shiny, maybe a small diamond in front. It was very beautiful. You put it back on for fear of dropping it while riding. Ignoring the feeling that you would like to put it on someone else's finger.

You rode for many days towards New Austin, and it was extremely tiring. The rare moments that you caught a glimpse of Wanda were during the stops for bathing and resting, where you were surrounded by other members. You missed touching and kissing her, but you also missed just her company. You couldn't wait to get home.

Just as you were getting tired of mentally complaining about the distance, Steve whistled announcing for you all to stop. You cocked your head to the side to look beyond the wagons and caught a glimpse of the entrance to the Blackwater region. It took a few more minutes, but the caravan finally stopped in a deserted but very beautiful lowland area.

You smiled at Wanda before riding up to Steve.

- I need to talk to you. - You told him as soon as he waved the direction for the caravan to stop, and he shook his head in understanding. You rode a little way past where the wagons had stopped, and dismounted from your horses.

- What is it, child? - he asked tenderly as you walked together around the plain.

You sighed wearily, and when you reached the edge of the cliff, you spoke.

- I can't do this anymore Steve. - You told him, and he frowned in confusion. You swallowed hard before you clarified. - Seeing Pietro like that, just made me realize how tired I am of this life. I never want that to happen to Wanda. - You say. - I don't want to be in danger all the time anymore, I want to rest. And I want a home, and a quiet life.

Steve looks at you for a few seconds, and then smiles, looking away briefly. Then he puts his hand on your shoulder.

- I understand perfectly what you say. - he says with a smile. - I'll tell the gang about it, okay? If they accept, we'll buy land and live together. If not, you take your share of the blow and go live your life with your wife.

You nod, blushing slightly, and then hug Steve. He hugs you tightly back, and when you let go, he pats your arm before walking back to the wagons. You take a deep breath, getting used to the temperature of the area.

A few minutes pass while you are admiring your surroundings, and then someone hugs you, startling you slightly. You smile when you realize that it is Wanda's arms around your waist.

- Hey. - You greet her with a smile, turning your body to kiss her lightly on the lips.

- Hey. - She says back with a smile as you let go. - What's on your mind?

- You. - You tell her by placing your hands on her cheeks. She blinks in surprise, blushing.

- Is that so?

You make a noise of agreement, kissing her again. Wanda smiles against your lips. And then you pull away, swallowing your nervousness.

- I told Steve that I can't be an outlaw anymore. - You say, and Wanda looks at you in mild surprise.

- Really? - She asks and you nod, then she frowns. - Are you... Are you leaving?

You giggle, raising an eyebrow.

- Maybe... - You say and start stroking her cheek with your thumb. Wanda blinks in concern. You ignore the uneven beating of her heart. - I told him I wanted to live a quiet life. With you.

- Oh. - Wanda exclaims in surprise, blushing and then smiles, biting her lip slightly. - Are you serious?

You smile, nodding, and then Wanda kisses you. Slow and delicious. You feel your face heat up. She breaks the kiss soon after, however, and you are nervous, but you let the words escape as your foreheads are pressed together.

- Marry me.

Wanda lets out a sigh, and her hands squeeze your waist. She kisses you again, but it doesn't last long because she is smiling, and then laughing, and you follow her, feeling that your chest is going to explode with happiness.

- Of course I'll marry you. - She declares, kissing you quickly and then depositing several kisses on your face, which makes you smile and blush. And then she is hugging you tight.

You stand like this for a few minutes, and then you hear Steve calling to you from a distance. You separate from Wanda with a groan, and she laughs, giving you one last kiss as you walk back to the wagon area together.

- Y/N, I just talked to everyone. - Steve says as soon as you arrive, and he looks pleased. - We have agreed to buy land in Hannigan's Stead area or somewhere in the New Austin area. Maybe a small ranch, but big enough to fit all of us. - He told you, and you smiled wryly, feeling very happy that your family was going to be on your side. Seeing your posture, Steve walked over to you and put his hand on your shoulder. - We stay together, kid. Always.

You smiled, and hugged him. And then the other members were letting out a chorus of happiness, and joining you two in the hug.

Steve and Peggy went to the town of Blackwater to buy the land while you stayed temporarily in that area. When they returned with the certificate of purchase, you had to ride again for a few more days.

You think you were smiling the whole way, but you didn't care.

When you finally arrived in Hannigan 's Stead region, the caravan was parked in the lowland area, it was a good spot, and had a lake a few yards away.

- Okay, I guess this means that we will have to build our own personal house. - Steve commented with a smile, dismounting from his horse. The caravan was parked in the corner of the lot and you had a very large empty space.

- We had enough money to buy the materials and if we follow the pre-assembly, I think we will be fine. - Peggy said.

It took a few hours for the material wagons to get from Blackwater to where you all were but when they finally arrived, you got to work. Pepper and Monica set up a small temporary camp in the caravan area while the ranch was not ready.

For the next few weeks, you spent your days helping the gang build a house, while dividing your time between sharing a tent with Wanda, playing and swimming in the nearby lake, and spending the afternoon lifting wooden pillars and hammering.

When the ranch was up, you had a party. And you danced with Wanda all night long.

Pietro was up the day before the ranch was finished, and he made you guarantee that he would have a room with a nice view in the window. You threatened to throw the hammer down on him if he kept bugging you.

You knew it would take time for things to work out properly, but as long as you had Wanda by your side, you were satisfied.

You married Wanda in the spring, a few weeks after you built the stable area next to the ranch. She wore a wreath, and you placed your family ring on her finger while she wiped your tears with her free hand. Steve and Pietro were also crying at the ceremony. When Nat joked that Pietro was a crybaby, he said he was just thrilled at how handsome he looked in a suit, and everyone laughed. You and Wanda escaped to the lake area during the party, and she kissed you until all the air was out of your lungs.

- Are you happy? - She asked a moment later, when you two were hugging laying the grass.

- You have no idea how much, dear. - You answered with a smile, leaving your hands on her waist. - And you?

- Yes. - She confesses a little breathlessly. - I love you.

- I love you too, Wanda.

And you kissed her, you two smiling against each other's mouths. You think her hand was dangerously slipping down your back, but she was your wife now, she could do as she wished.

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