#synchronicity💜

[lilidawnonthemoon]

[mimpinightmare]

"MIC DROP CHOREOGRAPY, HAVE MERCY!!!"

[pitchsidestories]

the wish II Ingrid Engen x Mapi León x Reader

romantic masterlist | platonic masterlist | word count: 1340

summary: Mapi and Ingrid are looking for a special gift to give it reader for Christmas. requested

author's note: dear readers, we hope @briggtea and you all will enjoy the wholesome oneshot. 💜💜

You smiled when you saw the sign on the door that said they were filming for a social media post outside on the pitch. Those videos were always a lot of fun. You never knew what the question of the day would be when you walked out to training, it kept you on your toes.

You opened the door curiously, excited to answer whatever the social media department came up with.

“Bon dia, girls. I’ve a question for you. What was your favourite football shirt as a child?”

The question made your face light up immediately. Childhood memories of yourself watching hours upon hours of football flooded your brain. You wanted to be exactly like your idols, so you begged for their shirts for birthdays and Christmases every year.

Mapi who walked out in front of you didn’t hesitate and winked at the camera: “Puyol for me.“

“Any Barcelona one for me too.“, Ellie replied politely before turning towards you, “What about you, y/n?”

You thought about it for a moment, trying to find the perfect answer: “I’m afraid I don’t really have a favourite but there was one I always wanted and never got.“

“Tell us.“, Ellie demanded with a big grin.

“But that wasn’t the point of the question, was it?”, you smirked.

“Doesn’t matter, keep going.“, directed the social media manager.

You shrugged and finally revealed: “I always wanted a Marta jersey.“

As you were about to continue to walk towards the pitch, Ingrid appeared by your side. She studied your side profile with watchful eyes: “Was there a special reason? I mean to why you didn’t get it?”

You shook your head: “No, I just never got it.“

A plain and simple explanation now but when you were young, you were heartbroken about the fact. You adored everything the Brazilian did, from her skills to the way she spoke about women’s football.

She was so good that she was even recognised by male football players at a time when the sport was still target of a lot of ridicule. For you, she was the greatest football player ever back then. In fact, you still looked up to her today.

“That’s sad. Alexia, Caro, Ona? What were your favourite shirts growing up?”, the social media manager moved on to the next players that left the dressing room.

“Mine was Messi!”, Vicky yelled from behind them to which Alexia only rolled her eyes.

“Messi, of course. I loved my Ronaldinho one.“, the captain with a nostalgic smile on her lips.

Vicky frowned at her: “Who?”

“You don’t know who Ronaldinho is?!”, Alexia and you synchronously asked with dismay.

“Just kidding.“, the young player laughed.

You shook your head about her: “Can’t believe you’d joke about something like that!”

“I know. That’s why I had to.“, she smirked back.

“You’ll get that back.”, Alexia warned her with a mischievous twinkle in her hazel eyes. The captain already busy thinking about what she could do to return the joke.

While your team warmed up, Mapi bumped her arm softly into your girlfriend’s side to receive her attention. “You know what, Ingrid?”

“What?”, the Norwegian frowned.

“I think I’ve the perfect idea for y/n’s Christmas present this year.”, the older defender told her proudly.

Mid exercise Ingrid stopped moving, eagerly waiting for her lover to continue: “Tell me.”

“A Brazil Marta jersey.”, Mapi whispered because you were nearby, but luckily too focused on the training to hear what they were saying.

The taller woman’s face lit up in delight at the Spaniard’s suggestion: “That’s a great idea. I’m sure we can get her an original one even and she’ll love it.”

“I hope so.”, the heavily tattooed defender replied optimistically.

The weeks before Christmas were hectic, but at times beautiful, for example, when you strolled with the Barcelona team around Gamla stan, Stockholm’s old town which was prettily decorated for the festive season.

During the walk Mapi couldn’t stop taking photos of her surroundings including Ingrid and you. Memories forever captured on camera film.

The Christmas days the three of you spend in Norway, close to Ingrid’s family, the New Years Eve you all would be back in Spain to celebrate the arrival of 2025 with your friends.

For a moment you looked at the window, watching the snowflakes dance in front of it. Your girlfriends and you already had a delicious evening dinner.

Now it was the time to unpack the presents which lay underneath the Christmas tree. All three of you were filled with giddy excitement and couldn’t wait to see the reaction of your loves when they’d open what you gifted them.

“Okay, who’s starting to unpack the first present.”, you clapped excitedly into your hands.

A bright grin was formed on Mapi’s lips as she volunteered, she was fully covered in the warmest blanket to keep herself warm: “I’ll start.”

“This is from y/n and me.”, Ingrid explained solemnly handing her the beautifully and careful wrapped box.

Once the Spaniard glanced into the insides, she glanced up in awe. “You girls are the cutest. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. We spotted this and immediately thought that’s so Maria.”, you hummed.

In a pleasant tone the Norwegian added: “And we know you love everything coffee related.”

Both of you knew that the older defenders love for coffee ran so deep she even got it permanently inked to her skin. On a rare free day, you three loved to spend your time in trying out new coffeeshops.

“I’ll be on coffee duty tomorrow morning to try this out.”, Mapi decided cheerfully.

“We hoped you’d say that.”, you chuckled.

“Of course, you two did.”, she smiled amusedly.

Clearing your throat you quickly changed the topic:” Ingrid, you’re next.”

The Norwegian started to unwrap her present patiently, folding the paper neatly until it revealed a dainty golden necklace.

“Oh my god, girls. You didn’t need to. Thank you so much.“

“You’re welcome, amor.“, Mapi said softly as she helped her put the necklace on.

“You deserve it.“, you agreed.

“I really appreciate it.“, Ingrid beamed.

You both leaned over to simultaneously press kisses to her cheeks which made Ingrid immediately turn red.

“So I guess it’s my turn now.“, you finally said, pulling the only gift left under the tree into your lap.

Mapi nodded with excitement: “Yes, open it!”

You could feel your breath hitch when you saw a sliver of yellow fabric peaking out from the wrapping paper. It couldn’t be. There was no way.

“It’s a Marta jersey!”, you finally confirmed delighted, holding up the Brazil shirt.

Ingrid nodded, pointing at the back with your idols name and number on it: “It’s even signed.“

“No way!”

“Do you like it?”, Mapi asked impatiently.

You shook your head, lost for words. The little girl inside of you was jumping with joy and you suddenly felt emotional for her. “No. I love it. You know when we were kids, we only had male role models and Marta was the first female one for me…“

“And now you finally have her shirt.“, Ingrid concluded.

“Thank you so much. This might be the most thoughtful present I’ve ever received.“, you said as you blinked away the upcoming tears.

“Admittedly we had some help with it.“, Mapi laughed lightheartedly.

“From our fellow football friends?”, you asked.

Ingrid nodded: “Special thanks to Geyse.“

“And our social media team for asking you that question.“, Mapi added.

You couldn’t help yourself, you had to slip the shirt over your Christmas sweater. You pulled your two girlfriends into a tight hug: “Thank you, sweethearts. This might be one of my favourite gifts ever.“

“We’re glad you like it.“, Mapi smiled and gently kissed you forehead. “Look, it started to snow again!”

“This is beautiful.“, you said while staring out the window where big snowflakes fell, starting to cover Ingrids hometown in a layer of white.

Ingrid pulled you and Mapi in towards her as you stood there and watched on: “It truly couldn’t be anymore perfect than this.“

Christmas/Winter Oneshots

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[signfromeywa]

My next OC is done 🥰💜 Say hallo to Quinn!

He is a Recom but made and part from the M.R.S company. So he has also a cybernetic spine and his body is genetically engineered like the other Metahumans.

Speedpainting from the headshots right:

More informations:

Quinn is the short from from Harlequin his project name. It is the Line after Joker, coz joker is discontinued.

Harlequin stands for:

HAR: Harmonic

LEQ: Lethality

UIN: Unification

Harmonic: Evokes a chilling precision: his body, mind, and neural systems function in perfect synchronization. Balanced. Lethal. Beautiful.

Lethality: Precision-designed for silent killing, infiltration, and overwhelming combat effectiveness.

Unification: The merging of human, Na’vi and cybernetics or symbolically, the unification of control and chaos, flesh and machine, instinct and programming.

Quinn is sometimes mistaken for a woman at first glance, but he doesn't care. He places great importance on his appearance, and although he doesn't take everything too seriously and often has a joke on his lips, he is extremely controlled and calm.

[aspenmissing]

Hello! I love your headcanons and x reader snippets! 😃🥰 Could you maybe do something where the reader is a creative, sweet but tough person who loves large scary sea animals? Especially with Vander or Silco. Silco would make sense since he has all those large fish swimming outside his hideout but I feel it would suit Vander too since he becomes a beast in S2. Anyone else could be read platonically but it would be fun to see Viktor's reaction too 💜💚💛💙🩵❤️

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ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ: ᴏᴏᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛɪɴɢ - ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴜɴɴʏ ɪᴅᴇᴀ. ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜᴏᴜᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ʀᴇɢᴀʀᴅʟᴇꜱꜱ, ɪ ᴅᴏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ! <3 <3

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JAYCE

The soft hum of machinery filled Jayce's workshop, a comforting rhythm of gears and gentle clinks echoing softly against the stone walls. Moonlight filtered gently through the high windows, casting silvery beams onto cluttered tables covered in blueprints, sketches, and half-finished Hextech prototypes. Jayce leaned over his newest invention, completely absorbed, his brow furrowed as he meticulously tightened the final bolts. He barely registered the gentle knock on the door until a playful voice shattered his deep concentration.

"Working late again?"

Startled, Jayce looked up, his serious expression instantly softening into a warm, affectionate smile at the sight of Y/N leaning casually against the doorway. They wore a slightly oversized coat, sleeves rolled up messily, with an adventurous glint shimmering brightly in their eyes, always brimming with curiosity and daring.

"Couldn't sleep," Jayce admitted, pushing a hand tiredly through his tousled hair, smearing a faint streak of grease across his temple. "Besides, Hextech doesn't build itself."

Y/N chuckled warmly, stepping into the workshop with a familiar ease. They weaved around scattered tools and stacks of books, approaching him gracefully. Their gaze fell curiously upon the newly completed contraption, eyes tracing every delicate and robust detail. "What's this one do?"

Jayce hesitated, feeling an unexpected flush of shyness rise to his cheeks. "It's…well, it's for underwater exploration. You always talk about those giant sea creatures, and I figured—"

"You built something for me?" Y/N interrupted softly, eyes wide and sparkling, a wave of warmth spreading through their chest. Their passion for the ocean—especially its awe-inspiring, intimidating inhabitants—was something Jayce frequently teased them about, though always affectionately.

He nodded sheepishly, ducking his head slightly as he cleared his throat. "You always said you wanted to see a real leviathan up close. Though, honestly, that sounds terrifying to me."

Y/N laughed melodically, closing the distance between them to wrap their arms affectionately around his neck. The gentle scent of sea salt and fresh air lingered on their clothes. "Jayce, you brave soul. Are you actually volunteering to face a sea monster with me?"

He chuckled gently, resting his hands comfortably at their waist, his grip protective yet tender. "Only because I'd rather face my fears beside you than live comfortably without you."

The sincerity in his voice dissolved any playful teasing from Y/N's expression, replacing it with tender warmth. "You're too sweet for your own good."

Jayce smiled softly, gently pressing his forehead to theirs. Their quiet breathing synchronized, mingling warmth between them. "I trust you to protect me from any giant, terrifying sea creatures we encounter."

"Deal," Y/N whispered lovingly, their voice barely above a breath. "I'll always keep you safe."

Jayce stepped back slightly, a gleam of excitement igniting his eyes as he motioned proudly towards his latest creation, newfound enthusiasm evident in his stance. "Come on, let me show you how it works. It has reinforced glass, designed to withstand immense deep-sea pressure, and integrated Hextech lighting strong enough to illuminate even the darkest ocean trenches."

Eagerly, Y/N circled the invention, their fingers gently tracing the smooth contours of polished metal, marvelling at every intricate detail. Each facet of the device was both practical and elegant, a testament to Jayce's skill and meticulous nature. "It's incredible, Jayce. You've truly thought of everything."

Encouraged by their reaction, Jayce grinned broadly. "I even included a state-of-the-art tracking system specifically designed to locate those elusive creatures you've always dreamed of studying."

Y/N’s smile widened, genuine admiration shining brightly in their eyes. "Well then, when do we start this adventure?"

Jayce laughed softly, his confidence bolstered by their infectious enthusiasm. "As soon as you're ready. Tomorrow, even."

"Perfect," Y/N agreed eagerly, reaching out to squeeze his hand gently, the promise of adventure reflected clearly in their gaze. "Tomorrow we face the unknown, together."

The air grew comfortably quiet again, heavy with promise and anticipation. Soft, glowing Hextech filled the workshop with a gentle, blue-tinted radiance, bathing them both in its comforting glow. Surrounded by dreams of unexplored depths and legendary leviathans, they both knew without a shadow of a doubt that whatever mysteries lay ahead, they would face them bravely—as long as they faced them together.

VIKTOR

The late afternoon sun poured gently through the stained-glass windows of Viktor's laboratory, casting colorful hues across the stacks of notes, metal scraps, and intricate machinery. Viktor stood hunched slightly over his workbench, his cane resting close by, eyes intensely focused through his magnifying lenses.

"Viktor!" Your voice echoed warmly through the room, drawing his attention immediately. He looked up, adjusting his goggles to better see you standing by the doorway, your vibrant smile bringing brightness even greater than the afternoon sun.

"Ah, Y/N," he replied softly, straightening carefully with his cane in hand. "You've returned from your oceanic adventures already?"

You chuckled lightly, moving toward him, your expression glowing with excitement. "Yes! And you'll never guess what magnificent creature I encountered today."

Viktor tilted his head slightly, intrigued by your passion that always sparked his curiosity. "Another one of your beloved giant sea monsters, perhaps?"

"Precisely! A magnificent leviathan, Viktor! Massive and fierce-looking, yet so graceful. Everyone else was frightened, but I couldn't help but feel awe and fascination." Your eyes sparkled as you spoke, your hands animatedly emphasizing your description.

He smiled faintly, watching your excitement with quiet admiration. Your enthusiasm was infectious, your sweetness apparent even as you recounted your fearless interaction with creatures most would avoid.

"I'm beginning to suspect," he teased gently, "that there's no creature in the ocean frightening enough to deter you."

"Not even close," you replied confidently. "Speaking of creatures—how's your latest invention progressing?"

His gaze softened as he glanced back at his workbench. "Still troublesome, I'm afraid. It lacks your natural ease with formidable beasts."

You reached out, gently placing your hand atop his where it rested on his cane. "Well, perhaps it just needs someone creative, sweet, and a little tough to tame it?"

Viktor chuckled softly, eyes meeting yours warmly. "Indeed, it seems that everything does."

A comfortable silence settled between you, both appreciating the moment. Curiosity soon tugged at your mind, and you tilted your head toward the intricate machinery scattered across the workbench. "What exactly are you working on this time?" you asked gently, eyes tracing over the metallic parts that seemed to pulse softly with Hextech energy.

Viktor's eyes brightened slightly, his passion for discovery shining through. "A device intended to harmonize the human body with Hextech energy," he explained, running a finger carefully along the smooth metal surface. "It could revolutionize medicine, mobility... everything. But the synchronization remains elusive."

Your gaze softened, empathy colouring your features as you regarded his earnest determination. "If anyone can achieve such harmony, Viktor, it's you. Your patience and brilliance never cease to amaze me."

He offered a small, grateful smile, warmth blooming in his chest at your unwavering support. "Your confidence, Y/N, has a way of making even the impossible seem attainable."

"Because it is," you affirmed softly, stepping closer to rest your head briefly against his shoulder. "You're as courageous as any leviathan, Viktor. Perhaps your inventions just need a little more coaxing, much like sea creatures."

He laughed lightly, the sound rich and genuine, causing your heart to flutter. "I believe you may be right. Perhaps we both have much to learn from one another."

"Indeed," you agreed, grinning playfully. "Maybe next time, you'll join me to meet a few of my sea giants?"

His eyebrow arched in amused scepticism, though the softness in his gaze never wavered. "Only if you promise to protect me from their jaws."

You laughed warmly, squeezing his hand reassuringly. "Always, Viktor."

Together, you stood quietly once more, the lab filled only with the comforting hum of machinery and the warmth of unspoken affection. Both of you, fearless in your own ways—him braving the unknown realms of science, and you venturing into the depths of the vast ocean—each finding strength, inspiration, and solace in the other's courage.

JAYVIK

The soft hum of machinery blended seamlessly with Viktor's quiet footsteps and the rhythmic tap of his cane against the polished wood floors of their shared apartment. Outside, the city lights of Piltover flickered gently through the large windows, casting a serene glow over their cozy living space. Jayce glanced up from his detailed notes, his tired eyes warming immediately at the sight of Viktor thoughtfully positioning a small, elegantly crafted aquarium on the table.

"Think she'll like it?" Jayce asked, setting his pen aside and folding his arms, observing Viktor with gentle amusement.

Viktor carefully adjusted the tank, fingers meticulously rearranging the luminous pebbles and gently swaying underwater plants. A tiny, fierce-looking fish darted energetically from side to side, clearly exploring its new domain.

"Knowing Y/N," Viktor smiled softly, his eyes gentle and fond with the memory of her excitement whenever she discussed her passion for sea creatures, "she will absolutely adore it."

Jayce chuckled warmly, rising from his chair and approaching Viktor, wrapping an affectionate arm around his slender shoulders. He pressed a tender kiss to Viktor's temple, inhaling deeply as he enjoyed their quiet moment together. "A fearsome sea creature, yet apartment-sized," he mused softly. "It's perfect."

"Precisely," Viktor agreed, leaning comfortably into Jayce’s reassuring embrace. The peaceful stillness settled over them, both savouring the brief respite from the chaos of their work.

Their quiet laughter was suddenly interrupted by the familiar sound of keys rattling outside the door. Y/N stepped inside moments later, her bright eyes immediately lighting up at the sight of her two favourite inventors waiting expectantly, a mischievous glint in her gaze.

"What have you two been up to?" Y/N asked playfully, arching a curious brow as she placed her bag carefully by the door.

"We got you a little something," Jayce announced, clearly excited, barely able to hide his anticipation as he motioned grandly toward the aquarium.

Y/N’s eyes widened in pure delight, a radiant, heartfelt grin spreading across her face. She approached the tank eagerly, practically glowing with joy as she knelt to get a closer look. "Is that…a fish?" she asked breathlessly, amazement evident in her tone.

"Indeed," Viktor stepped forward, pride and deep affection resonating in his voice as he watched her fascination unfold. "A miniature version of the large, intimidating sea creatures you so admire."

Y/N laughed softly, eyes sparkling with excitement and appreciation as she wrapped her arms tightly around both Viktor and Jayce, pulling them close into a grateful, warm embrace. Her touch was tender yet firm, conveying all the affection she held for them both. "It's absolutely perfect," she whispered, voice filled with genuine emotion. "Thank you both so much."

"You deserve it," Jayce murmured warmly, holding them both tighter, savouring the closeness and comfort of their shared bond.

Viktor smiled softly, leaning his head against Y/N’s shoulder, quietly absorbing the warmth and love that surrounded them. "Nothing less for our brave, sea-loving heart," he replied gently.

The trio remained wrapped in their affectionate embrace for several moments longer, each silently thankful for the comfort and companionship they brought into each other's lives. Eventually, Y/N stepped closer again to the aquarium, enchanted by the tiny creature swimming boldly through its new surroundings.

"It's fascinating," she murmured thoughtfully, her fingers lightly tracing the glass. "What should we name it?"

Jayce laughed gently, placing a comforting hand on her back. "That important decision, I believe, is entirely yours."

Y/N turned to face her beloved partners, a playful smirk on her lips. "Perhaps something fierce and majestic," she pondered aloud. "To remind us all of the strength in even the smallest creatures."

"Perfectly fitting," Viktor agreed quietly, eyes shining softly.

Together, the trio settled comfortably onto their plush sofa, watching the little fish swim courageously in its new home. Their apartment filled once more with the gentle hum of machinery, the rhythmic tap of Viktor’s cane resting by his side, and the soothing silence of shared happiness. Their hearts were united, basking quietly in the warmth of thoughtful gestures, mutual understanding, and the deep affection that bound them so closely together.

VANDER

Y/N was known around Zaun for many things—her creative flair, her sweet yet formidable presence, and her peculiar fascination with the creatures of the deep. People whispered tales of how she ventured fearlessly to the docks each evening, bringing baskets of fish and other delicacies. Many believed she was feeding some monstrous beast; others simply thought she was charmingly eccentric.

Vander, however, knew better than to dismiss anything as mere eccentricity. It was part of why he loved her. One quiet evening, curiosity getting the better of him, he and the kids—Vi, Powder, Mylo, and Claggor—decided to accompany Y/N to the docks.

The docks were cloaked in twilight, and the sound of gentle waves lapped against the weathered wood. Powder clung close to Vander, wide-eyed, while Vi moved confidently, determined to show bravery. Mylo and Claggor exchanged skeptical glances but remained intrigued nonetheless.

Y/N stood at the edge of the pier, a gentle smile on her lips. She placed a large bucket of fish on the dock, humming softly. Vander approached her, wrapping an arm around her waist.

"So, love," Vander's voice was a gentle rumble, "what exactly are we waiting for?"

She laughed softly, leaning against him. "Patience, Vander. Trust me."

As if summoned by her voice, the water began to ripple and surge. Powder squeaked in surprise, clinging tighter to Vander's leg, while Vi's jaw dropped open. Emerging slowly from beneath the depths was an enormous, fearsome-looking sea creature, its eyes large and curious, scales shimmering gently in the fading light.

Vander instinctively stepped in front of Y/N, protectively shielding her, but she squeezed his hand reassuringly. "It's alright. He's gentle."

The creature emitted a deep, rumbling hum, moving gracefully towards Y/N. Without hesitation, she reached out her hand, touching its massive, smooth head affectionately.

"Meet Orion," Y/N announced proudly. "He's my friend."

Powder peeked cautiously from behind Vander, her initial fear replaced by awe. "Can I… Can I touch him too?"

"Of course," Y/N said warmly, beckoning the children forward. One by one, they approached the gentle giant, who remained calm and patient under their hesitant touches. Orion seemed to sense their curiosity, carefully moving closer to allow their gentle exploration.

Claggor laughed, fascinated. "He's incredible! I never imagined something like this existed."

Mylo smirked, trying to appear unimpressed, but couldn't hide the sparkle in his eyes. "Well, he’s definitely not something you see every day."

Y/N chuckled softly, watching the children's reactions fondly. Vander relaxed, observing the joy on her face as she shared this hidden part of her world. "You've always been full of surprises, love."

"Someone has to keep you on your toes," she teased, eyes sparkling playfully.

Vander chuckled softly, pulling her closer. "Consider it done."

As the night grew darker, Y/N gently sent Orion back into the deep. The creature paused for a moment, seemingly hesitant to leave, before finally disappearing beneath the waves, leaving behind ripples that shimmered like stardust.

Walking home hand in hand with Vander, surrounded by the animated chatter of the kids recounting their encounter, Y/N felt complete. Vander squeezed her hand gently, leaning close to whisper, "Thank you for sharing your secret with us."

"It's your secret now too," she replied softly, her heart swelling with warmth. She glanced back towards the docks, a tender smile forming on her lips. Orion had always been special to her, but sharing him with the people she loved made the bond even deeper.

Vander noticed her thoughtful expression, gently nudging her side. "Already planning our next visit, aren't you?"

Y/N laughed lightly, nodding. "I think Orion would like that."

Vander's voice was tender as he said, "Then we’ll make it happen. Together."

Y/N squeezed his hand tighter, knowing that together, they could face anything—even the mysteries hidden beneath the waves.

SILCO

The waters outside Silco's hideout moved gracefully, dark currents rippling under the neon glow of Zaun. Large, hauntingly beautiful creatures swam through the water—creatures most found terrifying. But Y/N was utterly captivated by them.

Perched by the window, she watched, eyes wide with wonder and admiration. A gentle smile played at the corners of her lips as a particularly massive creature, sleek and predatory, glided past, its scales shimmering mysteriously. She leaned closer, fingertips pressed gently against the cool glass, tracing the creature's fluid movements.

"They fascinate you," came a smooth, familiar voice from behind her. Silco's steps were almost silent, a ghostly presence that comforted rather than unsettled her.

"Always," Y/N replied, eyes never leaving the creature. "They're beautiful. People fear them because they don't understand."

"Or perhaps," Silco moved closer, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, his thumb brushing reassuringly, "they fear them precisely because they do."

She turned slowly, eyes meeting his mismatched gaze, vivid with intrigue and tenderness. Her expression softened further, fingers reaching up instinctively to rest over his. "You're like them," she whispered affectionately. "Misunderstood, feared... but beautiful in ways few can see."

A quiet chuckle escaped Silco, eyes glinting softly in the dim lighting. "Only you would dare call me beautiful."

"Only because I see you," Y/N murmured tenderly, stepping closer, the space between them dissolving effortlessly. "Just like those creatures out there, there's more beneath the surface."

Silco tilted her chin up gently, his voice a warm whisper as his eyes bore into hers. "And you have always dared to dive deeper."

Their lips met in a slow, meaningful kiss, illuminated by the gentle, eerie glow from the window. The warmth between them contrasted sharply with the cool ambiance outside. Behind them, the creatures continued their silent dance, guardians to a love as deep and powerful as the very waters they inhabited.

Breaking the kiss softly, Silco guided her closer to the window, wrapping his arms securely around her waist. Y/N leaned into him, comfortable and safe, both gazing at the mesmerizing scene unfolding before them. The silent majesty of the underwater beings mirrored the quiet power that Silco radiated—a power Y/N had never feared, but rather had always found profoundly comforting.

"Do you ever wonder," Y/N spoke quietly, her voice thoughtful yet serene, "what they feel? If they sense our presence as clearly as we sense theirs?"

"Perhaps," Silco mused thoughtfully, his voice gentle yet firm, "they see through the glass and envy our warmth, just as we envy their freedom."

She turned her head slightly, smiling softly at the depth of his insight. "Maybe. Or maybe they know something we don't—something about surviving and thriving in places others avoid."

Silco tightened his embrace slightly, his lips brushing gently against her temple. "If that's the case," he whispered, "then perhaps we're not so different after all."

She turned fully, eyes glowing with sincerity and affection. "No, we're not," she agreed softly. "And I'm glad."

They stood together for a long time, savouring the quiet intimacy and the slow rhythm of the underwater creatures passing by. Outside, the waters continued their endless dance, beautiful, mysterious, and unafraid. Inside, two souls found strength, understanding, and love in each other—silent guardians of one another's hearts, as deep and boundless as the oceans they both admired.

JINX

Y/N peered over the edge of the rickety pier in Zaun, eyes wide with wonder rather than fear, their fascination clear as daylight.

"What are you staring at?" Jinx asked, bouncing impatiently on her heels, her braids swinging with curiosity.

"Look! Right there!" Y/N whispered excitedly, pointing at the shadowy figure beneath the murky waves. "It's huge! Must be a razorfin or something!"

Jinx squinted suspiciously. "You're excited about a big, scary sea monster? Weird, even for you."

Y/N laughed, shaking their head. "Not scary, Jinx. They're beautiful—strong, misunderstood. Just like people around here." Their voice softened, "Like you."

Jinx paused, caught off guard by the sincerity. She quickly masked it with a playful smirk. "Alright, Sea Whisperer, what's the plan? Befriend it and invite it to your birthday?"

"Actually," Y/N said, pulling out a worn notebook filled with sketches of sea creatures, mechanical contraptions, and artistic doodles, "I have an idea. Help me build something to see it better."

Eyes lighting up at the mention of building, Jinx grinned mischievously. "Oh, we're gonna make it go BOOM?"

Y/N chuckled, patting her friend's shoulder affectionately. "Maybe less explosion, more exploration."

Hours later, after welding scrap metal and scavenging the Undercity, they stood proudly before a makeshift underwater viewer—a peculiar contraption made of metal, glass, and gears.

Together, they lowered it carefully into the water. Y/N leaned forward eagerly, eyes bright with excitement. As the immense, graceful shape of the sea creature swam into view clearly beneath the glass, Y/N gasped in awe.

Even Jinx looked impressed, though she'd never admit it openly. Instead, she nudged Y/N playfully. "Alright, I admit it. It's pretty cool."

"Told you," Y/N smiled warmly, grateful to share this rare, quiet moment with her chaotic but fiercely loyal friend.

Jinx huffed dramatically, rolling her eyes but smiling back genuinely. "Just don't expect me to pet it."

Laughing together, they watched the creature vanish gracefully into the deep. But the moment of tranquility didn't last long; suddenly, another shadow loomed larger, darker, and far more menacing.

Jinx immediately tensed, gripping her weapon tightly. "Alright, now that definitely looks like trouble."

Y/N's expression turned serious, though excitement lingered in their eyes. "Wait! Let's just see."

The new figure surfaced slowly, revealing a large creature with scars along its scales, eyes wise yet wary. Y/N gasped softly. "It's wounded. Maybe we can help?"

Jinx groaned dramatically, but her loyalty shone through her grumbling. "Fine, but if this thing tries to snack on us, you're on your own!"

Together, they carefully approached the edge of the pier, offering cautious gestures of peace. Y/N reached out gently, speaking softly. Slowly, hesitantly, the creature moved closer, revealing a deep gash along its side.

"Hold still, big guy," Y/N murmured comfortingly, pulling some clean cloth and ointments from their pack.

Surprisingly calm, the sea creature allowed them to treat its wounds, and Jinx found herself helping despite her protests, mumbling something about "being too nice for their own good."

Finally, after some careful tending, the creature gave a gentle, thankful push against Y/N's hand before gliding silently back into the depths.

"Well, Sea Whisperer," Jinx admitted grudgingly, her expression softening, "you're actually pretty good at this."

"Thanks," Y/N smiled broadly. "And you're a better assistant than you think."

"Ugh, don't get mushy on me," Jinx scoffed playfully, hiding a smile behind her hand. "Let's get back before something even bigger decides it wants your medical services."

Laughing, they headed back to the neon-lit streets of Zaun, their friendship deepened by compassion, trust, and the strange, beautiful creatures of the deep.

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Rhiannon ˑ ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ who will be her lover

｡°✩ pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

｡°✩ wc: 4.2k

｡°✩ warnings: fluff, smut, enchanted strap on, humping, possessive and aggressive sex, a teeny bit of angst

｡°✩ summary: Natasha's spontaneous research on witches aimed to enlighten Wanda about her lineage, prompting Wanda, in turn, to delve into her own discoveries.

A/N: This fic is born out of whim and I love it. A very special thanks to the co-author of this story, @mikaila-m. Your writing prowess is beyond amazing. ILY 🫶💜

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Natasha stood on the other end of the training room, observing the intense engagement between two figures, Steve and Wanda, locked in a mesmerising display of hand-to-hand combat. Their movements were a flawless blend of offense and defense, a choreographed symphony of skill and synchronization.

Wanda's improvement in her training was noticeable as she seamlessly incorporated her magic with her combat, creating a deadly combination that would be an advantage on the battlefield. Natasha marveled at how effortlessly Wanda manipulated the mystical energies around her, weaving them into her strikes with precision and finesse.

The air crackled with the remnants of Wanda's magic, wisps of energy trailing behind her every movement before dissipating into the open space. With each strike, a renewed surge of power emanated from her slender hands, a testament to her growing mastery over her abilities. She moved with a confidence and grace that spoke of countless hours spent honing her ability.

As Steve countered Wanda's attacks with practised ease, a look of admiration crossed his features. "Impressive, Maximoff," he remarked between exchanges, his voice carrying a hint of genuine respect. "Your control over your magic has grown since then. You seem to be in control and confident of your magic. Well done to you!"

A gentle smile graced Wanda's lips as she soaked in Steve's words of praise for her physical progress. "Thanks, Steve," she murmured shyly, her gratitude evident in her tone. "I wouldn't have done it without Natasha."

It was undeniable. From the moment Wanda arrived at the compound, Natasha took her under her wing, guiding her not only in combat training but also in navigating through her grief. Natasha's empathetic nature and gentle encouragement helped Wanda with her raging emotions and find solace within Natasha's presence.

Natasha's support extended beyond the training room, she was a constant source of reassurance, nudging Wanda towards embracing her new life, and her potential to become an Avenger.

With Natasha's steady guidance, Wanda found the strength to confront her fears and insecurities, eventually blossoming into a confident and capable member of the Avengers family.

As their relationship deepened, Natasha and Wanda's mentor and mentee dynamic blossomed into something more. Over the following months, they discovered themselves enveloped in a cozy cocoon of warmth and affection, occupying their thoughts and dreams alike.

Lost in thoughts, Natasha found herself in deep contemplation until Wanda's approach broke her reverie. Wanda, with a sheen of sweat on her forehead, her heart still racing from the intense training session, and her muscles aching from exertion, stood before her.

"Hey there," Natasha greeted, her fingers reaching out to gently brush away stray hairs from Wanda's face, tucking them behind her ears. "You've truly outdone yourself today. I'm proud of you."

Blushing at Natasha's compliment, Wanda couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth spread through her cheeks. She ducked her face, trying to conceal her reddening cheeks, and bit her lip to contain the smile threatening to bloom across her lips. "You saw all that, huh."

"Of course," Natasha affirmed, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I enjoy watching you train." With a gentle tug, she pulled Wanda closer and urged her to walk towards their shared room. "Your fighting style is impressive. I can't help but wonder where you learned it from."

"Oh. I learned all this from a super spy. You must know her." She gave a playful smile to Natasha. "She's this tall, redhead, with thick lips, and this cute nose that I like very much."

"Is that right? She must be pretty good then." Natasha played along since she will never tire of having playful conversations with her girlfriend.

Once they reached their room, while Wanda started shedding her work out clothes, Natasha seized the opportunity to share what she's been up to all morning while Wanda was training.

"I've done some research about your lineage." Natasha said as she slumped herself on their spacious king size bed.

"My lineage?" Wanda inquired, puzzled.

"Yes, your people. Witches," Natasha clarified while wiggling her fingers.

"And what have you discovered, pray tell?"

Wanda asked with genuine curiosity, unsure if Natasha was serious or just joking around.

"I've learned that many women accused of witchcraft were burned at the stake, which is barbaric," Natasha began. "What criteria did they use to determine if someone was truly a witch?"

"That's terrible," Wanda responded sympathetically. "Imagine, someone hated the way you behave then decided to gossip about you being a witch."

"I know, right? And some witches supposedly make potions out of herbs," Natasha said, giving Wanda a stinky eye. "You haven't concocted a love potion on me, have you? Made me fall for you?"

Wanda couldn't help but laugh at Natasha's absurdity and was surprised that the formidable assassin would say such a thing, but decided to play along. "Maybe I have, maybe I haven't. Who's to say?"

Natasha simply hummed before delving further into her findings. "I've also discovered that some witches used a cauldron to cast spells and recited incantations from a book with weird languages to curse someone," she explained earnestly, her passion evident in her words. "Honestly, I wouldn't want to provoke or cross a witch from centuries ago. Who knows, they might turn me into a frog or ugly duckling."

"Natasha!" she chuckled at her girlfriend. "I'm not sure what to tell you," she paused to stifle her laughter. "I'm not that kind of witch. I don't cast spells, or read incantations, nobody ever taught me that kind of witchcraft."

A sudden thought struck Natasha. "Perhaps we should seek out a coven for you. You could learn from them and discover yourself in the world of witches."

Wanda shook her head at Natasha's enthusiasm for the witchcraft idea, finding it both amusing and endearing. "I'm going to hop in the shower," she said, "then you can tell me more about your discoveries, alright?"

As Wanda scrubbed the dried sweat from her body, her mind wandered back to Natasha's words about witches. She pondered whether there were others like her, freely roaming and living mundane lives without the constant fear of being burned alive. Should she seek them out, learn from them, and discover the potential and extent of her magical abilities? Yet, her powers derived from the mind stone, raising questions about her identity beyond just being a mystical being.

These thoughts swirled around her mind, leaving her feeling frustrated and alone. She had nobody to turn to for answers, no one in her circle who understood the intricacies of magic like she did. With a deep sigh, she finished showering so she could hang out with her girlfriend and learn more about her discoveries from the internet, even if they are only myths. It is still nice to know some things to help her learn about her kind.

As she emerged from the bathroom, a gentle melody enveloped her, coaxing a smile onto her lips. The strains emanated from a wireless speaker, while Natasha, with her eyes closed, bobbing her head lightly to the rhythm.

Intrigued by the unfamiliar tune, Wanda inquired, "What music is that? I don't recognize it." She couldn't deny the infectiousness of the beat.

"You haven't heard this before? It's 'Rhiannon' by Fleetwood Mac," Natasha replied, her voice tinged with amusement. "You should give them a listen. Stevie Nicks, the lead singer, is often associated with mystical imagery and is dubbed a 'witch' by many."

Wanda took note of the band and will make sure to listen to their songs. Maybe she should also do her own research about her history, just like what Natasha did, as it might give her some insights with her abilities as well.

Both women settled in for their afternoon cuddle, Natasha teasingly remarked, "You're not planning to join those witches who dance naked under the full moon, are you?" She playfully motioned for Wanda to join her in bed. "Although it's a bit eerie, I must admit, I wouldn't mind witnessing you perform under the moonlight."

Wanda giggled at Natasha's remark. "Oh, Nat, you're so silly ," she replied affectionately. "But don't worry, my love, you're the only one who gets to see me naked. No moonlit parades for me."

Natasha grinned mischievously in response. "Good to know, princess," she said, pulling Wanda closer.

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For the past week, Wanda has been fully engrossed in delving into every detail about her other witches and their capabilities. Since she's not very knowledgeable about technology, she sought help from FRIDAY for her research. However, during this time, she's been experiencing strange occurrences. She keeps hearing voices in her head, echoing in her mind, unsure if they're just her own thoughts or something more.

Sometimes, she even feels a faint whisper calling her name. Interestingly, these voices seem to intensify whenever she's near Vision, leaving her puzzled and unable to comprehend their meaning. Maybe the mind stone was trying to send her a valuable message or a foreboding warning.

However, the witch made a conscious decision not to dwell too deeply on these strange voices and instead carried on with her usual daily activities. Yet, despite her efforts to push them aside, it appeared that the more she tried to ignore them, the more persistently they haunted her. It was as if they were incessantly urging her to acknowledge them, to allow them entry into her conscious mind, and perhaps even to seize control of her thoughts. Each day, their presence seemed to grow stronger, their whispers becoming more insistent, leaving her increasingly unsettled and uncertain about how to confront this mysterious intrusion into her psyche.

It was during one particular night, where the lunar orb shines at its fullness, Wanda finds herself submerged in the depths of her dreams. It's not the typical terror-inducing nightmare, with frantic grasps at bed linens or anguished cries echoing into the void. Rather than the frantic thrashings and wails of a nightmare, she drifts through a surreal landscape where her own magic holds sway. Crimson tendrils of mystical energy swirl around her, painting the air with an otherworldly hue. Yet amidst this ethereal display, there's an unsettling intensity to the voices that resonate within her mind, louder, clearer, and more insistent than ever before.

Take her.

Mark her.

Claim her.

Make her mine.

Wanda surveyed the seemingly boundless space before her, she couldn't shake the oppressive darkness that hangs in the air. Her gaze fell upon a peculiar sight, a circle of candles meticulously arranged on the floor, their flickering flames casting eerie shadows. At the center of this arrangement lay a star, its lines seemingly etched into the ground with an unsettling crimson hue that resembled dried blood.

Intrigued yet apprehensive, Wanda couldn't ignore the magnetic pull drawing her towards the pentagon nestled within the star's core. A faint, almost imperceptible shadow hovered above it, its presence both mesmerizing and foreboding. Driven by an inexplicable instinct, Wanda found herself stepping closer, her heart pounding in her chest with each deliberate movement.

As she knelt within the circle, a sense of unease washed over her, intensifying with each passing moment. Suddenly, as if propelled by unseen forces, her clothing was violently ripped from her body, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. Panic surged through her veins, her mind reeling with fear and confusion.

A sudden shift in the atmosphere jolted Natasha from her slumber. Startled, she instinctively reached out for the familiar figure beside her, only to find the space empty. Confusion knit her brow as she scanned the room bathed in an eerie yellow-to-red aura. Sitting up, she surveyed her surroundings, her gaze drawn to a haunting sight: Wanda, huddled on the floor, naked and trembling.

"Wanda!" Natasha's voice rang out, thick with fear and urgency, as she rushed to her side. "What's happening? Are you alright?" She knelt on the floor while searching for any injuries on Wanda's body

Wanda remained unresponsive, her long hair cascading over her chest as she sat in a trance-like state. Her eyes, aglow with a crimson hue and filled with tears, met Natasha's with an unsettling intensity.

"Natasha," Wanda's voice, though still recognizable, carried a different tone, thick with emotion and tinged with an accent more pronounced than usual. "I... I don't know what's happening to me."

The redhead's eyes widened as she took in the surreal scene before them – both she and Wanda ensnared within a large ring of flickering candles, their warm glow casting eerie shadows against the walls. At the heart of the circle, a pentagram etched into the floor seemed to pulse with a mystic energy that sent shivers down Natasha's spine.

Suppressing a surge of alarm, Natasha approached Wanda cautiously, her voice a gentle murmur.

"Sweetheart," she whispered, her tone tender yet laced with apprehension, not wishing to startle Wanda further. "Did you... do this?"

"Yes," Wanda's voice changed and gone was the initial shock in them. "I need you, Natasha."

There was a primal hunger in Wanda's eyes as she lunged at Natasha, her hands, chilled by the cold, cupped Natasha's face, and embraced her with a fervent and intense kiss. It was as though they both sensed the urgency of the moment, wanting to etch this memory into eternity, as if it could be their final time together.

Instinctively, Natasha responded to the kiss with a magnitude that matched Wanda's, her arms enveloping Wanda's waist with a fervent need, their bodies drawn and intertwined perfectly together. Every touch ignited a raging desire between them, elevating their connection to an electrifying sensation. Natasha held onto Wanda tightly, savoring the moment, unwilling to let it slip away.

A deep whimper escaped Wanda's throat from the passionate kiss, breaking away for a second to catch her breath. She can feel her skin heating up, slowly burning her senses but she wanted more. "Natalia," she uttered like a prayer and gently pushed the other woman and urged her to lay down on the floor.

With the use of her magic, Wanda removed Natasha's clothing without warning, wanting to have more skin to skin contact. Once Wanda positioned herself on top, Natasha shivered when she felt how wet Wanda was the moment her core made contact with her crotch. "Fuck, Wands. You're so wet already."

"I want you so bad, Natalia," Wanda breathed heavily as she continued kissing Natasha roughly. Her hands freely roaming on the redhead's exposed skin, groping her breasts, while simultaneously leaving a trail of hickeys on Natasha's chest. "I own you." Her mouth descended on each perky nipple, nipping, biting, and giving them the much needed attention then soothed them with her warm tongue after being roughly handled.

The spy closed her eyes, mouth slightly agape, upon hearing Wanda's possessive statement. She was rendered speechless with the level of power Wanda was proclaiming. Typically the one in control of their sex lives, she found herself surprised yet intrigued by Wanda's boldness, leaving her both aroused and alarmed at Wanda's sudden forwardness and aggression. In a feeble attempt to ground herself, she put her hands on each side of the witch's waist.

This only encouraged Wanda to take matters in her own hands as she started languidly rutting her lower half against the redhead's hips, effectively asserting her control on the pace. She then ripped her mouth and teeth from Natasha's abused nipples to grab her chin tightly, bringing their mouths inches apart. “Tell me who you belong to.” Her heavily accented voice resonated around them and into Natasha's mind.

Their breaths mingled as the redhead answered weakly, “You Wanda, no one else.” The witch grabbed her face even harder, her crescent nails digging into the skin, bringing them closer as their noses brushed together.

“Say it again.” Wanda prompted while grinding her hips harder, smearing her wetness on Natasha's warm skin.

A deep sound came out of the spy's throat, something between a growl and a whine while she tried to focus on forming a correct sentence rather than let herself be consumed by Wanda's presence and touch. “I'm yours Wanda, only yours.”

A raw hum of appreciation escaped the witch's lips as she attached them again to Natasha's neck, leaving purple marks on her smooth skin and never stopping her lower movements.

When Wanda leaned slightly back to admire her work, racking her eyes over the redhead's slightly glistening body. She grinned and performed a careless flick of her wrist, encasing their lower bodies in scarlet tendrils and conjured to reveal a blood-red cock securely harnessed to Natasha's hips.

The spy let out a gasp of surprise at the discovery which was muffled by Wanda's lips kissing her again fervently. Natasha tightened her hold on the witch’s hips which had stilled while she was gifted with her new acquisition.

The tight grip spurted Wanda to move again, lowering herself to rest her wet center on Natasha's thick shaft before starting a slow back and forth movement against it. As her folds gilded lazily up and down, Natasha saw stars appear behind her eyes as she was able to feel everything. She could sense the warm and wet feeling of Wanda's core sliding along her silicone dick.

She stuttered while trying stay conscious, “Ah–Fuck, детка! What did you do?” She shocked back a needy whimper as Wanda gave a harder thrust on the tip.

“Do you like it? I made it just for you, baby.” The witch answered in short breaths, concentrated on keeping her movements slow and not giving in to the urge to forcefully rut against Natasha.

“Oh, yes it feels amazing. Keep going.” The redhead struggled to keep her gaze focused on the ethereal sight displayed above her, her girlfriend wearing a pretty pink flush on her cheeks while her eyebrows were slightly frowned in pleasure.

Natasha used the leverage she had with her hands on Wanda's hips to buck her own up, matching the pace of their humping and increasing the pressure between them, changing the angle a little.

Wanda moaned lewdly when the base of the strap brushed her clit, making her skin burn and tingle from the added stimulation. She placed one hand on the spy's ribs and the other on her shoulder to steady herself, her nails digging into soft flesh.

Mere moments later, Wanda sensed she was already close so she stopped her movements. She didn't plan for them to finish so soon, not after waiting for so long to experience something like this. She reluctantly lifted her body up to position herself above the flushed and panting spy, putting all her weight on her arms and using the strong body under her for balance.

The witch looked down and bit her bottom lip as she lowered her hips to situate her dripping entrance above the tip of Natasha's cock. Once the end of the shaft was snuggled against her core, she lifted her head to stare directly into the redhead's tightly closed eyes, “Look at me while I fuck myself with your cock, Natalia.” Wanda demanded, half-growled in an effort to contain her need to just slam down and get herself off as rapidly as she could manage.

The redhead used all the discipline she possessed to reopen her eyes and bore them into Wanda's green ones. The exact moment their gaze met, the witch started sinking down slowly, forcing the strap to enter her inch by inch. A long moan ripped itself from Natasha's throat as she felt all the nerves of her body setting alight at the feeling of the hot embrace of Wanda's walls choking her enchanted strap.

Natasha buried her nails into the other woman's waist when Wanda's pussy swallowed the last of her shaft, bringing their hips flesh to flesh. The warm, wet and tight feeling of the witch's insides surrounding her whole cock was already too much and she couldn't prevent herself from closing her eyes in concentration to not cum right away.

“You feel so good inside of me, baby.” Wanda whispered, eyeing her girlfriend under her thick lashes, reveled in her evident struggle and pleasure. She stayed still for a moment to give herself a bit of time to adjust to the huge dick stretching her walls before starting to gyrate her hips slightly to test the waters.

Natasha's hips gave a jerky spasm in response as she felt herself getting squeezed from the base to the tip with the slight movement of the woman on top of her.

No longer able to contain herself, Wanda lifted herself up again all the way until only the tip of the cock remained inside of her before sinking down again. Natasha saw dark spots in her vision when the warm heat gripped her dick in a sucking motion as she travelled up. She moaned a series of you're mine you're you're mine while bouncing up in down on Natasha's dick.

As Wanda continued riding her, their chorus of moans and squelching wet sounds were the only noises surrounding them as their pleasure kept increasing and increasing as well as the pace of their thrusts.

“Wanda— I'm close, fuck!” Natasha panted through gritted teeth as her body was tensing more and more upon her impending release. She started giving short, hard lunges upward to drive her strap even deeper into Wanda's pussy.

“Mmmh, me too, come with me детка.” The witch almost whined, her eyes glowing even more darker, and her thrusts becoming messier and sloppier as she edged towards her own release.

Finally the coil in Natasha's stomach. enfolded as she cummed. She sensed her warm juices leaving the tip of her strap as she felt the primal urge to pump her dick harder and deeper into Wanda as she came. As she did so, she felt the witch's walls clenching sporadically around her, signalling she had triggered her own orgasm. The delicious squeezes prolonged Natasha's release until she stilled and flopped back, completely spent and head lulling backwards.

At the same time, Wanda came with a long moan when Natasha's juices warmed the inside of her womb. As she descended from her high, Wanda kept lazily riding Natasha in slow and short motions until she became too sensitive and finally unsheathed herself from the strap with a lewd and wet sound.

After regaining her breath, Wanda suddenly sat upright and found herself gasping for air, her body trembling with the effort to fill in her empty lungs. Then, a peculiar sensation washed over her—an intense detachment as though her very essence was being ripped apart from within, as if an invisible pair of hands were wrenching a fragment of her soul which was being torn away by an inexplicable force beyond comprehension.

An overwhelming tide of panic gripped her, fueled by the relentless force pulling at her. With each passing moment, she felt her very consciousness slipping away, aggressively and mercilessly tearing it from her body. Amidst it all, her eyes blazed with a furious crimson, reflecting the turmoil within and tendrils of her magic hung in the air.

"Wanda," Natasha's voice was fraught with urgency, "Baby! What's happening? Wanda!" she repeatedly called out her name, trying desperately to break through Wanda's trance and tether her back to the present moment. Finally, her persistent pleas got through Wanda's lucid state, her body slumped over hers, body pressing down like a dead weight.

"Hey, hey, look at me," Natasha said softly, gently cupping Wanda's face in her hands and drawing her closer. "Are you alright?"

Gasping for air, Wanda struggled to focus her gaze on Natasha, her heart racing with fear and confusion. "Natasha?" Her voice rasped with agitation. "What... what just happened?" Her mind reeled, wrestling with the disorienting aftermath of whatever had transpired.

"Good Lord, Wanda!" Natasha exclaimed, her relief palpable yet tinged with lingering anxiety. "You scared the life out of me. One moment you seemed fine, and then suddenly you were trembling, your magic flowing out all over the room." She decided to leave out the part where Wanda was clutching onto her shoulders, as if the witch was scared for her to slip away from her fingers.

Wanda's voice wavered with distress as she tried to make sense of the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. "I feel pain and at the same time feel empty," she confessed, her brow furrowed with confusion. "I can feel it within my heart but I don't know where it's coming."

Natasha enveloped the weeping witch in her arms offering a sense of security and solace. "Just let it all out, Wanda," she whispered soothingly. "I'm right here, baby."

"I'm so scared, Nat," Wanda hiccuped between sobs, her voice trembling with vulnerability. "It felt like my soul was ripped from my body. I don't ever want to experience that again."

"You're safe with, Wanda," Natasha murmured, her tone laced with unwavering determination. "I promise you, I won't let anything harm you. Whatever it takes, I'll protect you." Her words were a steadfast vow, a pledge of her love and devotion for Wanda.

In the vast emptiness of space, her anguished cries and screams echoed chaoticly through the stretches of the universe once the projection severed. A real testament to her desperation as she struggled to cling to the faint hope of an alternate reality where she could reclaim the life she once knew, knowing all too well it could never be hers again.

She finds herself in a vulnerable position, with nothing remaining but the ethereal burden of her own chaos magic intertwined with the relentless ache of agony, a haunting symphony echoing through the chambers of her soul.

Once again, thank you very much for sharing your great mind with me. @mikaila-m 💜🫶

[moodient]

hey, bby !! thought i’d finally hit up your inbox with a request!

so basically what i have in mind is sevika meeting reader in the last drop (maybe even smut if you’re comfortable with that - it’s okay if not 💜) everything else is all your freedom to shape

also, imma drop this (very hot) inspirational picture of sev here! thank you if you’ll actually write it, bby

love, hallow ✨🦋

Dangerous Gazes

relationship: sevika + reader

tags: eye-fucking, teasing, kissing, dirty talk, strap-on, rough fucking, prey play if you squint.

synopsis: gazes between you and sevika become more and more dangerous, unable to keep up your mysterious facade, you confront her and apparently, it's more than just eye-candy that's in the bar. she absolutely wants you.

a//n: my perfect wife sent me a request so of course, i'm going to fucking fulfill it for my pretty girl, i hope you enjoy. <33

You're not going to lie, the first time you went to The Last Drop you hated it, the music was loud and raunchy and the food was mediocre at best, and don't even started on the smoke that polluted and suffocated your nostrils as you strolled towards the bar. 

You wanted to experience something new, thrilling, even dangerous but you heard that if you wanted new endings and dangerous ends, the Last Drop was the place to be. You remember from day one, the moment you opened the door, the customers stared at you with mixed emotions. Disgusted, that someone as polished and neat like you came in and cleansed their environment. Lustful, your body was like a siren's call, tantalizing, seductive, pleading.. open. And of course, confused, you stuck out like a sore thumb, your clothes were an open invitation to be gawked at whether you liked it or not. You always made sure you looked out together, makeup - neat, hair - perfect.

It was absolutely hard for them to open up to you in their space. But after a while, they turned their negative thoughts from a foe, an enemy, an outsider to a friend, someone they depend on, a local. You went a couple days a night, drinking with some locals, playing some card games and successfully won some coin, and danced on tables while you were blacked out drunk, allowing the alcohol to take over every movement, every nerve is shot with vodka, your gut is pierced with gin and tonic and throat burned but soothed with cold black cherry wine.

But tonight was a bit different, you did your same old, same old. Lights dimmed but neon colors flashed the room sequentially, bar mates drinking and laughing, women, men, the ones in between and more enjoying each other's presence. The occasional old woman who flirts with the bartender, but you can clearly tell he isn't interested. And of course you had a couple of drinks, laughing with the bartender and the old woman but you constantly felt a gaze on you. It felt chilling, dangerous, calculated but enticing, in fact, you've felt it for a while now and you thought it would stop but it never did…but you took it as a challenge.

You decided to go to the jukebox and put on a record, one of your favorite club songs. You got on the dancefloor with a drink in hand, dancing seductively to music that had your hips and ass in synchronized rhythm, sipping the drink that you would've downed in less than a minute.

You even felt a bit of courage and decided to look back and there's a woman looking back at you, smoking a cigar. Her hair cut to a short bob and her physique is out of this world, she's curvy but muscular. You thought she was crafted by the gods themselves, gently forming her body with the most perfect clay and baking her body in the fire of life and she was right in front of you. Just watching you. You're not going to lie, now that you know a hot woman is watching you, you start to feel.. small, inferior even to the massive weight she carries. But you can't let her win, not now.

You were twirling around with a bar mate, letting the music move your body. Your hands reach for the air as you spin, your hair following your movements, seductive but freeing. Some other bar mates got up to dance around you, even with you. You look back to see if she's watching you, and she's not there.

You looked around as the bar mates got closer and closer, not paying attention and just having a grand old time. Confused, you tried to walk out of the dance circle until you felt a hand wrap around your waist and yank you back. You looked back quickly, defensive but that immediately dropped when you saw that it was her. She keeps her hand around you as she stares at you, grabbing your hand and kisses your hand.

“May I have this dance?” She said, voice deep and rich. Her eyes were inviting but something about it sent chills in your body. This is what you want, to feel the danger, the adventure, your new start and you didn’t even know it started with her.. You finally give her a response, a nod that was sure but yet nervous.

The dance started slowly, eyes introducing you to her. It was honestly unexpected, her hands on your waist, your face and body turned away from hers, her body extremely close. You could even feel something poking you, and by the gods, it made you hot. You started slowly grinding on her front, letting the music control you, the beat and the instrumental control your hips. The woman held your hips, watching you move on her. She whispers sweet nothings in your eyes, and it fuels your hunger for her intensely.

"Just like that, babygirl..”

“I love the way you grind into me.”

“Atta girl~”

As the song continues, it feels as if there’s no one else in the room besides you too. The tension between you two is strong, and no one can break the wall you both have put up, it’s sturdy, bolted with sexual tension, locked with words that haven’t been exchanged that would unlock a world of possibilities. After the song ends, you look at her and take a moment to collect your thoughts. But before you speak, she does.

“Can I take you home?” She says, holding her hand out to hold yours. Your eyes were filled with lust and desire just like hers. If not, hers is more controlled and tamed, but before you do anything, you ask a simple question.

“Before I say yes, I need to know.. what is your name?” You asked, looking at her hand. You didn’t even realize it but she got closer, hand on her hip and the other cupping your face to make you look at her, your eyes glistening with lust and cheeks burning hot.

“Sevika, baby.. But soon you’ll be calling me something else.” Sevika says close to your face, noses touching and her breath on your lips. You didn’t know what she meant but you were down for the ride.

A-ah, daddy.. W-wait this feels too good! Mm~” You moaned out, your moans were porngraphic, unable to keep your volume down as she fucked you hard and slow. She was in between your legs, kneeling and your legs were in the air, shaking and trembling as she rammed herself into you. You never actually felt this way during sex before, it was mediocre at best but now Sevika has completely changed your perspective on sex altogether.

“That’s right baby girl, it feels so good. Doesn’t it? My big fat cock in your tight little hole.” Sevika grunts out, fucking you harder than ever. Your body is absolutely over the edge, your nipples, sensitive and hard, and your pussy was absolutely drenched with satisfaction and lust, your bud were pulsing, swollen and hot. Your body was already close to the edge and she took you there, further and further.

And apparently she couldn't get enough of you either, both of your eyes rolling back as she pushes to hit your cervix. Her clit being pleasured and bruised as she thrusted into you. You already felt the pressure in your stomach tighten, becoming teary eyes as Sevika throws her head back and grunts loud. Her grunts were honest enough for you to completely become undone but you wanted to cum together.

“D-daddy.. I want to cum with you.. I NEED to cum with you.. please I needed it.” You moaned out, watching her eyes come back to reality as she realized you were ready to cum. She didn't even realize that she came twice already but kept going for the sake of you.

“Cum with me, baby girl. Tell Daddy how much you need to cum. How bad you need to let go.” She teased, kissing and biting on your ear.

“I NEED IT BABY!! I NEED IT SO BAD, I WANT YOU TO CUM WITH ME PRETTY PLEASE?” You throwing your head back and feeling the pressure tighten more and more..

“Cum with me baby, let go of all that pressure.” Sevika grunts and more thoughtless moans were screamed out and you both came, feeling the pressure go and liquids combined to make a delicious sex cocktail.

She lays on top of you while you both catch your breath. She wasn't heavy but she also wasn't light, given with the weight she has. Her heartbeat that was once fast and heavy became slow and light. She watches you as you catch your breath, admiring your face. Your cheeks were red and eyes watery from the pleasure she gave you. Feeling overstimulated but extremely pleased.

She gives you a couple more minutes before she goes to stroke your hair and gave a small kiss on the cheek and nose.

“You don't want to give me a real kiss?” You asked her, giggling. She shook her head saying that's not it.

“Just didn't know if you want a real one.” She explained bluntly, but the bluntness made you laugh more than you expected.

You pulled her in, kissing her on the lips. She was passionate but deliberately going slow, to get you high off of her. She wrapped her arms around your neck and rubbed the back of your neck as you kissed.

When she finally pulled away, she looks at you before smirking.

“So.. Baby, huh?” She teased, your face turned red as you turned away from her, covering your face.

“I.. it was by accident!” You stuttered, embarrassed that you didn't have even realized you called her that. She uncovers your face and kisses your nose.

“I liked it.” Sevika said before pulling you into another slow and deep kiss.

a//n: thank you so much for the ask baby girl and i'm sorry that i haven't posted in good reads for a bit! but i hope you enjoy!

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🌈 Queer Books Coming Out in October 2024 🌈

🌈 Good afternoon, my bookish bats! Here are a FEW of the stunning, diverse queer books you can add to your TBR before the year is over. Happy reading!

❓What was the last queer book you read?

[ Release dates may have changed. List below! ]

❤️ Back in the Hunt - K. Sterling 🧡 The Connoisseur's Christmas Courtship - L.M. Bennett 💛 Shoestring Theory - Mariana Costa 💚 The Black Hunger - Nicholas Pullen 💙 Wild Fire - Radclyffe 💜 Because Fat Girl - Lauren Marie Fleming ❤️ The Ace and Aro Relationship Guide - Cody Daigle-Orians 🧡 Soul Survivors - River Kai 💛 Stolen Hearts - Michele Castleman 💙 Reverence - Milena McKay 💜 Love Immortal - Kit Vincent

❤️ Take a Sad Song - Ona Gritz 🧡 Showmance - Chad Beguelin 💛 Redundancies & Potentials - Dominique Dickey 💚 Alexander - Karla Nikole 💙 Rest in Peaches - Alex Brown 💜 Rise of the Wrecking Crew - Kalynn Bayron ❤️ Language Lessons - Sage Donnell 🧡 Legend of the White Snake - Sher Lee 💛 Sorcery and Small Magis - Maiga Doocy 💙 Cried Out - Kate Hawthorne 💜 Skysong - C.A. Wright 🌈 No Rules Tonight - Kim Hyun Sook, Ryan Estrada

❤️ My Mother's Ridiculous Rules for Dating - Philip William Stover 🧡 I Shall Never Fall in Love - Hari Conner 💛 Castle Swimmer - Wendy Martin 🧡 The Hollow and the Haunted - Camilla Raines 💙 How Does That Make You Feel, Magda Eklund? - Anna Montague 💜 The Arizona Triangle - Sydney Graves ❤️ Every Rule Undone - Nancy S.M. Waldman 🧡 Mister Nice - Jamie Jennings 💛 Under the Mistletoe with You - Lizzie Huxley-Jones 💙 How to Fall in Love in a Time of Unnameable Disaster - Muriel Leung 💜 The Snowball Effect - Haley Cass 🌈 This Will Be Fun - E.B. Asher

❤️ Our Evenings - Alan Hollinghurst 🧡 Don't Let the Forest In - C.G. Drews 💛 Finding Delaware - Bree Wiley 💚 The Reeds - Arjun Basu 💙 The Bloodless Princes - Charlotte Bond 💜 Women's Hotel - Daniel M. Lavery ❤️ Alex McKenna and the Academy of Souls - Vicki-Ann Bush 🧡 A Vile Season - David Ferraro 💛 Synchronicity - J.J. Hale 💙 Writ of Love - Cassidy Crane 💜 Di-Curious - Erin Branch 🌈 Swordcrossed - Freya Marske

❤️ Stand Up! - Tori Sharp 🧡 Haunt Me, Baby - Rose Santoriello 💚 Planet Drag: Uncover the Global Herstory - Various 💙 Until We Shatter - Kate Dylan 💜 Metal from Heaven - August Clarke ❤️ Vicious Fates and Vast Futures - Tilly Bramley 🧡 The Daughter of Danray - Natalia Hernandez 💛 If I Stopped Haunting You - Colby Wilkens 💙 The Darkness Behind The Door - Mira Gonzalez 💜 Hunt Monsters, Do Magic, and Fall in Love - A.M. Weald 🌈 Jasmine Is Haunted - Mark Oshiro

❤️ Model Home - Rivers Solomon 🧡 Haunting Melody - Chloe Spencer 💛 The Door in Lake Mallion - S.M. Beiko 💚 The City in Glass - Nghi Vo 💙 Fang Fiction - Kate Stayman-London 💜 The Merriest Misters - Timothy Janovsky ❤️ Make the Season Bright - Ashley Herring Blake 🧡 My Kind of Trouble - L.A. Schwartz 💛 To Become A Flower - CEON 💙 What Was Lost - Melissa Connelly 💜 The Forbidden Book - Sacha Lamb 🌈 This Dark Paradise - Erin Luken

❤️ The Sound of Storms - Anya Keeler 🧡 Country Queers - Rae Garringer 💛 A Spell for Heartsickness - Alistair Reeves 💚 The Stars Inside Us - Kristy Gardner 💙 October's Ocean - Delaine Coppock 💜 Haunt Your Heart Out - Amber Roberts ❤️ The Dark Becomes Her - Judy I. Lin 🧡 Power Pose - Emily Silver 💛 The Magic You Make - Jason June 💙 House of Elephants - Claribel A. Ortega 💜 Tegan and Sara: Crush - Tegan Quin, Sara Quin, Tillie Walden 🌈 The Brightness Between Us - Eliot Schrefer

❤️ The Spring before Obergefell - Benjamin S. Grossberg 🧡 Pray For Him - Tyler Battaglia 💛 Coup de Grâce - Sofia Ajram 💚 Coal Gets In Your Veins - Cat Rector 💙 He Who Bleeds - Dorian Valentine 💜 The Revenge of Captain Vessia - Leslie Allen ❤️ Camelot's Tower - Brooke Matthews 🧡 The Manor - Tiffany E. Taylor 💛 Arcanum - Ashlyn Drewek 💙 Strange Beasts - Susan J. Morris 💜 On Vicious Worlds - Bethany Jacobs 🌈 Death Song - B. Ripley

❤️ Best Hex Ever - Nadia El-Fassi 🧡 I'll Be Gone for Christmas - Georgia K. Boone 💛 Make My Wish Come True - Rachael Lippincott, Alyson Derrick 💚 Gentlest of Wild Things - Sarah Underwood 💙 Troth - E.H. Lupton 💜 Solis - Paola Mendoza & Abby Sher ❤️ Lucy, Uncensored - Mel Hammond, Teghan Hammond 🧡 Mama - Nikkya Hargrove 💛 Under All the Lights - Maya Ameyaw 💙 Reclaimed - Seth Haddon 💜 The Devil's Dilemma - Alex J. Adams 🌈 The Jovian Madrigals - Janneke de Beer

❤️ Blood Price - Nicole Evans 🧡 Worship Me - K.C. Blume 💛 All the Hearts You Eat - Hailey Piper 💚 The Nightmare Before Kissmas - Sara Raasch 💙 Rogue Community College - David R. Slayton 💜 Mistress of Hours - Emma Elizabeth ❤️ The Dog Trainer's Secret - Sav Uong 🧡 Most Wonderful - Georgia Clark 💛 Antenora - Dori Lumpkin 💙 House of Frank - Kay Synclaire 💜 Sir Callie and the Witch's War - Esme Symes-Smith 🌈 Prince of Fortune - Lisa Tirreno

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Dramatic Synchronicity at Webster Hall - Everything You’ve Come to Expect

for @crandberrysaucewithpulp

Not shown directly after this - introduction to The Meeting Place

Alex: this is a good old fashioned love story, about what might have been

Miles: this one’s for you Hannah, baby…

💙💜🩷

[sssammich]

Let's try again...

💜 surprise kiss / impulsive kiss for Supercorp

💜 surprise kiss / impulsive kiss

thanks! alright let's seeeeee

ask meme

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lena would never admit it, but one of her favorite past times is watching kara. call her a basic useless queer, but she can't help staring at her best friend across the couch from her. she's standing by the window of lena's office, pacing back and forth with a rolled up stack of papers as she essentially talks to herself.

the pacing has since graduated from kara standing on one side, giving out her lines before pivoting on her heel in a split second as if she's arguing with herself. lena can't help the smirk on her face when kara frowns at herself when she misses a line and has to open her stack of papers, haloed by the sun streaming through the windows.

now, lena knows that this is kara practicing for a speech she's about to give as a first time keynote speaker at an upcoming media conference tomorrow. but for now, she's more than happy to bask at this private performance that only she is privy to.

when kara huffs and practically tears the paper in her hands to shreds, lena is out of her seat on the couch and placing her own to stop her friend from making confetti.

"hey, hey," she starts, gentle. "what's going on?"

kara huffs, her glasses sliding just a smidgen down her nose. "i don't know why i agreed to this at all. i'm good with words, but not like this."

"now you know that's not true. you give hope speeches for a living. well, for a side gig."

that elicits an amused snort, albeit reluctant, from kara. "but this is different! i'm supposed to be talking about my work experience and my journey to becoming a senior reporter. that's less..." kara's words tapering off with a shrug.

"less what?"

"i don't know. less cool, i guess. i think about how i got this job and the other people in my office who are just as deserving of being able to share their work and their stories like me."

lena sighs, her heart warmed at her friend's admission, appreciative of her even more and think that through that alone, she thinks that kara deserves to try and share her story.

"then share their story. lift their voices up too. talk about your journey and theirs. let the people know that you're honored for the privilege of speaking to them but you're not the only one, and that the rest of your colleagues are a testament to that," she offers, suggesting a way to get kara out of any potential spiral that she might find herself in.

somehow, those are the right words to say to kara, who is now intently staring at her, nodding vigorously in understanding. then, before she knows what's happening, soft lips are on hers, their bodies pressed together. her mind, her panicking-and-going-cuckoo-bananas mind, finally catches up with what's going on and her body sinks into kara, her lips moving in synchronicity with kara's.

hands appear on her cheeks, cradling her, as her own hands wind up clutching at Kara's shoulders. if not for the need to breathe, lena thinks she would have stayed in that exact moment in time for the rest of her life, if she could.

with her chest slightly heaving, her eyelids slowly flutter open to find ocean blue eyes staring at her in what she can only assume is an identical dazed expression on her face.

"wow."

wow is right, she thinks. "wh-what was that for?"

kara shakes her head, but there's a smile on her face. her thumbs are caressing lena's cheeks. in response, she brings her hands to cradle kara's nape, her fingers just barely interlocking.

"i'd been wanting to do that for a while, but then you started talking and being so helpful and good and i just..."

"had to, huh?"

kara nods, smiles. "yeah."

she returns the smile with an earsplitting one of her own. "i know the feeling."

this time, it's she who leans forward.

[skibasyndrome]

💜 wilmon;

"I mean.. you make me feel like I'm worth something."

CW: underage drinking (depending on how you define that I guesss... they're sixteen and drinking wine)

"I mean.. you make me feel like I'm worth something," Wille says, almost just a sigh in the silence of the night.

Simon isn't quite sure how that would be physically possible, but he feels something inside of his chest shatter at the confession. Who the fuck hurt this sweet, sweet teenage boy enough to make him say something like that, he thinks, then, kicking his slowed down brain into gear, goes, right, because. Right. Something about him never quite being good enough. Which is ridiculous. Absolutely fucking ridiculous to think about, because in all his sixteen years on this earth Simon's never met anyone who's quite as good as his best friend.

"Fuck...," Wille sighs next to him, then huffs a laugh, using his legs to, a little clumsily, put his swing back into motion. "Too much, wasn't it?" he asks, then lets out a giggle that's more bitter than amused.

It sends another pang through Simon and he feels the urge to take another sip out of their by now almost empty wine bottle. Maybe he needs to reach Wille's level of tipsy to have this kind of an uncomfortable conversation.

"It's okay," Simon says, and, instead of taking a swig, lowers the bottle to the ground, moving to set his own swing into motion. Which is maybe the second best thing to show Wille... what, exactly? Solidarity? To tell him, hey, I'm here, you're fine, I'm not leaving, you're so good that I can't believe anyone let you think otherwise?

When Simon kicks his feet harder to gain momentum he hears Wille let out a more genuine laugh from the swing next to him, a sound so soothing and bubbly and warm that Simon has to join in.

After a few moments of struggling Wille manages to also pick up speed and synchronize his motions with those of Simon and fuck, that victorious laugh of his feels like it could cure all the needle-pricks of pain and anger Simon feels about his Wille not being treated the way he deserves to be treated. Maybe they'll be okay, maybe Wille will be okay. Maybe Simon can help him after all.

When they swing forward, slowing at the highest point, Wille reaches out, an uncoordinated arm shooting into the space between their swings, and without having to think about it, Simon grabs it, squeezing Wille's warm palm as hard as he can. The seat of his swing sways dangerously, but he grabs onto the chain harder and doesn't let go of Wille either, because Wille is giggling again and Simon needs to keep him giggling, because otherwise he himself might cry, and also because there's a very egotistical thought in his mind that tells him if he lets go now, Wille might not allow this again. And Simon can't let that happen.

sjjsnsnsksmsksosmndndjd we gave up on the 5 sentence-ness of it all a long time ago....... but hey, have some... kinda sad-but-hopeful-ish wilmon childhood best friends to lovers!! Thank you so so so much for the prompt, dearesr anon!!! 💜💜💜

Send me "Wilmon" + a sentence and I'll write you the next 5 (or more, lmao)

[marbledwings]

📖 Fanfic Friday!

I have managed to read a number of fics this week and for once I've had the time to compile a list. Time for some fic recs! 💜💜💜

Synchronicity - ClaireGregory

I finally got time to read this! I had been planning on timing it so I was reading during the actual Paris Olympics but best laid plans...anyway, better late than never.

What a gorgeous, insanely hot, incredibly detailed passion project of a fic.

Layover Me - @appleteeth

Combined my hatred of airports with the loveliest meet-cute 🥰 I have been thinking about the romance of the ending ever since I finished it.

Bunny Kisses - @piratecaptainscaptainpirates

A modern AU featuring Ed and Wolf?! Irresistible. Made me want to go out and save every single bunny that needs saving, but I'll settle for reading about Stede being the hero both Ed and Wolf need ❤️

Touch-a, Touch-a, Touch-a, Touch Me - @soupbtch

Rehearsals have never been this frickin' hot! Perfectly captures Stede's ability to make up for lack of experience with sheer enthusiasm 🔥

Time & Date - @xoxoemynn

THE CLOCK BOYS!!! I love them so much. Their first official date and it is as hot and insane and beautiful as they are 😭

[theladyofshalott1989]

🌈️ Hogwarts Legacy Pride Week: Day Three!

Prompt: Friendship

"I Get By with a Little Help from My Friends"

[ AO3 Link ]

Synopsis: Sometimes all it takes is a little help from your friends to get you out of a sticky, relic-induced mess. Or into one. Either way, Sebastian's friends mean well. (Probably.)

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 3461

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Male MC (Damien Evans)

Tags: POV Sebastian Sallow; Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence; In the Shadow of the Relic Quest; Timeline Shenanigans; Bisexual Sebastian Sallow; Pining Sebastian Sallow; Sebastian Sallow Is Bad at Feelings; Crush at First Sight; Friendship; Developing Friendship; Humor; Banter; Short Sebastian Sallow (yeah, I made it a tag; you're welcome)

Author's Note: I wrote this one shot eons ago, and it has gone through a fair few iterations (LOL). Thank you to the HLMCU for their patience and for letting me borrow their MCs again. Y'all are the best. Love ya! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

@hogwartslegacyprideweek

Sebastian Sallow had gone quite barmy.

Not that he knew it. 

Yet.

But the more he shook the damned relic in his hand, which didn't seem to be doing anything at all, the angrier he became. 

Well, at least Anne was here. Although, to Sebastian's great frustration, so was Ominis, since he'd been lurking in the shadows, as he was so often wont to do. Never mind that Sebastian had to incapacitate them both. Cheers to Petrificus Totalus for that. At least something proved useful. 

"So, did you have a plan here, Sebastian, or what?" That was Adelia, naturally. Sebastian and Adelia butted heads a lot. Today was no exception. 

"Right?" said Jane, standing to the right of her. Jane and Adelia were, to put it kindly, the most unhinged of his friends, so, naturally, they tended to band together when it came to teasing him. "He clearly has no idea what that thing does." 

Sebastian could clap back too, though. "Would you two shut it?" he snapped. He was trying to think. If only he had lost them before he reached the catacomb. But he hadn't. So, here they were. 

And so was literally everyone else—because, of course, Alyn, Cal, Theo, Val, and Ale had also decided that sticking their noses in other peoples' business was a brilliant idea. Having so many friends was great and all, but it also had its downsides. Three heads were better than one, sure. But eight? Eight was just ridiculous. 

Friends, ugh!

So much for being stealthy. So much for getting this done quickly and pulling the wool over everyone else's eyes. So much for all of Sebastian's sly planning.

Merlin's beard, the Sorting Hat must have been having a laugh when it placed him in Slytherin, for cunning, he was, apparently, not. 

"Have you tried, I don't know, setting the relic on fire?" Cal suggested, ever so helpfully, with a casual shrug. 

Sebastian glared. "As much as I enjoy the concept of fire, and all of the spells that conjure it, I'm not convinced that's the best method of approach."

"I was just throwing it out there." Cal sidled over to the cavern wall, then slid down it in a leisurely way, crossing his legs when he reached the bottom, looking far too relaxed. 

Sebastian would have laughed if he hadn't been so damn frustrated. The relic was supposed to be the answer to curing Anne! So why did it seem so worthless?

It certainly looked powerful enough—its jagged triangular shape, ominous red glow, and human skeleton design practically screamed Dark Magic.   

And yet here he was. In a dark, damp catacomb. Holding the blasted thing aloft in the air. And nothing. 

Sebastian had had enough. With great aplomb, he chucked the relic at the ground. 

There! The relic deserved it. 

Val and Ale flinched at his sudden movement, while Alyn and Theo let out a pair of perfectly synchronized yelps.

"Whoa," Adelia said, stepping forward. "That was… dramatic of you. I suppose I'm not surprised."

Sebastian dropped to his knees in the dirt and groaned. "Not now, Adelia." Head in hands, he tugged at his hair. What next? Surely this wasn't his last option. Surely there was another way. Anne had to be well. She simply had to be. Sebastian would make it so. 

"Everyone, look!" Theo whispered. He sounded oddly concerned. 

Sebastian's head shot back up. 

The relic was trembling. And glowing much brighter than before. 

Jane, who had been closest to its new position on the ground, took a quick step back, then said, "Should we, erm, do something about that?" 

Sebastian locked eyes with Adelia. 

"What are you looking at me for?" she asked. 

"You're the one who takes the most risks of all of us," Cal answered for Sebastian. He rose from the floor and strode toward the relic. He leaned down to peer at it, then leaped back when it let out a hiss reminiscent of a steaming teapot. 

"Yeah, Adelia, I'm gonna let you sort that out," he said as he made his retreat.

But, as it turned out, there was no time, for a heartbeat later the relic exploded in a blinding flash of light. 

//

Sebastian awoke to screaming. Lots and lots of screaming. So, uh, that wasn't ideal. 

And what was that smell? An acrid heat snaked its way through his nostrils… Oh. Fire. He knew that scent all too well.  

The air was too thick, choking. His eyes watered, blurring his vision, and he couldn't see anything past his own hands, which he had extended before him, fumbling for his wand. Ah—there. He clasped it like his very life depended on it. Which it probably did. 

Sebastian's head throbbed, and something warm trickled down his face. Blood, mostly likely. But he had little time to dwell on it, too focused on steadying himself and reclaiming his bearings. 

Someone was shouting in a different language. Hm, it sounded vaguely Latin-inspired. Italian, perhaps? Sebastian wasn't quite certain.

He staggered to his feet, his knees threatening to give way beneath him. Someone grabbed him by the shoulders, righting him. Sebastian swiveled around to find Val. Her blonde hair, tinged faintly pink, was a tangled snarl. Her face was covered in scratches, no doubt sliced by flying debris from the… Explosion. There had been an explosion! "Welcome back to the land of the living," Val said. "Though I might need to revise that statement."

Sebastian blinked. "Meaning what, exactly?" Val didn't have a chance to respond. Before she could get a word in edgewise, an Inferius—of all the damned things!—lurched toward them, growling and hissing, its decaying arms outstretched, reaching for them, a menacing look in its beady black eyes. 

"Incendio!" someone shouted from Sebastian's immediate left. The Inferius burst into flames, only for another to take its place. 

Shit. Now that his eyes had adjusted to the dim, smoke-filled catacomb, he came to a deeply unfortunate realization: it was positively swarming with Inferi. 

More shouting. More spells flying. Sebastian shook his head— ow —and dropped into his usual fighting stance: confident and assured, despite the incessant pounding of his heart and the sharp, needling ache in his skull. First priority: the Inferi. Then he could figure out what in Merlin's name was going on. 

For the next few minutes, survival took precedence over curiosity. He and Val carved through horde after horde, until they finally managed to make a dent in the crowd of undead. Only then did Sebastian risk a glance around the room. 

Half of the people here he did not recognize. At all. 

Well. That was new. 

Perhaps they were people from the nearby hamlet? Yes, that must be it. Until Sebastian noticed one of them—a girl with long, springy golden curls cascading down her back. She raised her wand, and in one fluid motion, she cast a spell. Except it was no ordinary spell. 

Sebastian was familiar with that kind of magic, but he thought it was rare, to a certain extent that is. Not so rare among his friend group, but rare in the greater wizarding world. The unfamiliar girl was using ancient magic, and she pulled a move which Jane and Adelia, who were the two of his friends who used it most often, fondly called an "Ancient Magic Throw." 

And then, another one of the strangers cast the exact same, wordless spell. A handful of Inferi burst into smithereens before Sebastian's very eyes, which were now somehow even wider than before. 

Sebastian's palms grew slick. Was he imagining this? No. No, he wasn't. Val had gone still beside him. She was staring, agog, at the unexpected scene unfolding before them. 

They weren't the only ones.

The fighting had all but stopped. At least for everyone but the newcomers. Jane and Adelia stood off to the side, backs pressed against the wall, panting. Across the room, Alyn and Theo had frozen, Theo holding a vial of Wiggenweld to his lips but not drinking. Cal leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, smirking like this was all some elaborate joke. Beside him, Ale looked as though he wanted to say something; his mouth gaped open until he noticed Sebastian was watching and he snapped it shut.

Val leaned in, whispering something in Sebastian's ear.

"What?" he said, completely missing what she said amidst his confusion and the spells being slung this way and that around them. 

"Who are all these people?" she, allegedly, repeated.

"Haven't the foggiest." 

Sebastian's eye snagged on a tall young man at the back of the room. His blond hair was drawn into a low, twisted bun, more akin to a woman's hairstyle than a man's. He was almost painfully thin for his height, as if he subsisted on nothing but air and water, yet his spellcasting was nothing short of masterful. His wrist-flicks were razor sharp, so precise it cut Sebastian to his core. He needed to duel whoever this stranger was, to see what more he could do. 

But later. Obviously.  

For now, Sebastian could only watch as the young man moved with such elegant grace that, for a moment, it didn't seem like combat at all. It was a dance—an unfamiliar one, sure, but swift and fluid, totally mesmerizing. Sweat poured down the stranger's forehead and into his eyes, but it didn't seem to bother him at all. Not one bit. 

"Sebastian!"

"Sorry, I was…" He hesitated. No way in hell was he admitting that he was distracted. 

Luckily, Val didn't press the issue. 

And then Ominis was bellowing in his face.  "What in Merlin's bloody name were you thinking, Sebastian?"

Ominis shoved him. Hard. Very hard. Sebastian nearly fell backward on his arse, but managed to catch himself. Somehow. Ominis was so much taller than him. Not that now was a great time to dwell on such an infuriating fact. 

"Ow!" 

"You fucking deserved that, and you know it." Ominis clenched his fists at his sides; his face turned a bright tomato red. "How could you? How could you do that to your sister? To me?"

"I was trying to help her," Sebastian shot back, an edge to his tone. Bitter, but also… apologetic? No, not that. Never that. He had nothing to apologize for, after all. 

Speaking of Anne, where was she? 

A spell sliced through the air from behind him. Expelliarmus. 

His wand wrenched from his hand and flew across the room. Sebastian whipped around, his expression darkening.

Who dared strip him of his wand?

Oh. 

It was Anne. 

That… made a lot more sense than he cared to admit. But still. Still.

"Hey! In case you haven't noticed, I was using that." He gestured at the Inferi still swarming the room as another spell whizzed past him, striking down one that had been mere seconds away from pinning him to the ground.

"You're welcome for that," Adelia called over her shoulder as she bolted past him. 

The tall blond boy was now casting alongside another young man with wavy black hair. Their movements were strikingly similar, almost as if they'd spent years dueling together, although Sebastian had the oddest feeling that wasn't actually the case. The dark-haired one was just as graceful, but for some reason, Sebastian couldn't tear his eyes away from the blond. It was utterly perplexing. 

"Watch out!"

The warning came from a girl with short brunette hair, deep shadows under her eyes, and a prominent scar slicing through one of her eyebrows. 

The warning was for him.

Sebastian yelped and ducked to the side, slamming straight into yet another strange girl, this one with dark brown hair and a pale complexion. To his immense surprise, she apologized to him. 

How many girls were in this catacomb? If he were a different young man, there would be far too many girls to choose from. WHOA, don't get there, Sebastian. It wasn't as if they were prostrating themselves at his feet. Although… hm, there was an image. 

But alas, yet another completely different girl snapped him out of his pleasant imaginings, shouting, "Vaffanculo!" 

Oh yes. That was definitely Italian. And Sebastian knew a curse word when he heard one. 

And then the Inferi were on them again. When would this end? And where had the Inferi even come from in the first place? 

Everyone was fighting them now, which was a good thing. And when the last Inferius burst into flames and dissipated into ash at Sebastian's feet, they all paused, breathing hard, forming a giant lumpy oval, gawping at each other in stunned silence.

"Who are all of you?" Jane asked. 

The curly-haired girl raised a perfectly contoured eyebrow. "I could ask the same of you." She turned her nose up, sniffing in indignation.

The girl with the scar spoke next, directing her words at Sebastian, her eyes narrowed. "Did someone cast a Shrinking Charm on you?"

"What?" 

"You're positively miniscule. It suits you." She brought her free hand to her mouth, as if to stifle a laugh, but then seemed to change her mind, dropping her hand back down and letting out a loud, unladylike snort. 

"I am not!" Sebastian shot back, extremely offended. 

Ominis, who Sebastian hadn't realized was still standing nearby, muttered something under his breath. Anne must have heard him because she burst into laughter as well. 

Was everyone out to get Sebastian today? Even his own sister?

The dark-haired girl with the kind eyes cut in: "I really don't think now's the time to be insulting people—"

"I wasn't insulting him! I was just making an observation. It's not my fault that it was funny."

Someone cleared their throat. At first, Sebastian thought it was the blond boy, but then he realized it was, in fact, the other one that had been fighting alongside him. "She has a point. Do you not know who I am?" he asked Sebastian, his brow furrowed. "Obviously not," Sebastian scoffed back. As his dark-haired interrogator stepped back, seemingly affronted by Sebastian's attitude, an unreadable expression crossed the face of the blond boy standing next to him. And yet he still hadn't uttered a word. Sebastian wasn't sure why, but he really wanted to hear his voice. Why wasn't he speaking? 

By then, of course, the Italian girl was muttering obscenities again. All of the strangers had spoken aloud except for the one Sebastian most wanted to speak. Typical. 

You know what, he was going to have to say something, wasn't he? 

"Kneazle got your tongue?" Sebastian said, narrowing his eyes at him. 

The boy brought his hands to his chest, gesturing with a "Who, me?" look on his face. "Yes, you! Are you mute or something?" 

He shrugged. 

Oh, for Merlin's sake!

"Fine, don't talk. There are enough people in this catacomb for me to have conversations with for days."

Well, maybe it turned out that wasn't true. For the moment the last word slipped out of Sebastian's lips, he realized that everyone had broken off into small groups and they were all chattering amongst themselves. He and the blond boy were the odd ones out. 

He glared. 

The blond boy glared back.

"Do you have a name?" Sebastian said, holding back a sigh. 

"Evans. Damien." "He speaks! I'm Sallow—"

"Sebastian," Damien cut in, rendering Sebastian speechless for once. "Sebastian Sallow. I know."

"How? I've never seen you before."

He nodded, frowning. "Yes, I realize that now. I think we might have a problem."

//

It soon became clear that Damien was correct. They had a rather large problem. 

And it was looking like it might very possibly, extremely unfortunately, be Sebastian's fault. But, erm, playing the blame game wasn't ever productive, so it didn't really matter all that much. Or so Sebastian told himself. 

If only the rest of the people in the room thought similarly.

"Sebastian! What is wrong with you?" That was Alyn. She didn't usually yell at Sebastian in such a manner, so it was a tad bit concerning. 

"I didn't know that the relic was going to do whatever it did!" Sebastian yelled back. 

In fact, no one was even sure what had happened. All they knew was that the strange new people had been fighting Inferi—and, to his horror, his uncle—alongside another Sebastian Sallow. Some tall, dark, and handsome imposter, apparently. Something had then yanked them all out of the battle and dumped them unceremoniously into the catacomb with him—the real Sebastian—and all of his fellow… schoolmates. Friends. Loads of them. So many that sometimes he wondered how he'd managed to make so many. 

And hm. It seemed as if Sebastian might also make some new friends out of whatever this was. Some nicer ones even, like Jo. She appeared to be the most friendly of the lot, although it didn't go unnoticed by Sebastian that she stayed as far away from him as physically possible when introductions were being made. 

Perhaps Matty? Although she was acting a bit awkward too, eyeing him quizzically. 

Tori appeared annoyed, although she seemed to have found a friend in Val. They stood shoulder to shoulder whispering something or other to each other. He had a mind to shout at them to share whatever they were saying with the class, but he held his tongue. 

"Sebastian…" 

Sebastian shook himself back to awareness, wincing as he remembered his head still ached horribly. Damien blinked back at him. 

"This is, erm, going to sound strange, seeing as, uh, everyone seems to be cross with you right now—"

"What's new?" Sebastian interrupted. Friends were allowed to be cross with each other. Better that than silence. "Get on with it."

Damien narrowed his eyes. "Forget it." 

Sebastian sighed. Perhaps he should let him speak. At this point, there was nothing he could say that would surprise him any more than he'd already been surprised today. 

"Sorry," he said, rubbing at the back of his neck. "It's been a day." He paused, then added, "As I'm sure you're very aware."

Damien laughed. It startled Sebastian entirely. Not just because he didn't expect it, but also because the timbre of it enchanted him. Too much. Damien's laugh was deep and low, throaty, but also sweet, like clotted cream spread across a piping hot scone, Sebastian's favorite. 

Sebastian had a mind to slap himself. Now was not the time. And anyway, what even was this feeling? He wasn't entirely sure. Whatever it was, he hated it. It made him feel weak, vulnerable. His skin was even tingling! How positively revolting.

"You're different," Damien said, "than my Sebastian, that is. But you have his sense of humor." 

Sebastian's eyebrows raised involuntarily. "Do I?" Why did his voice sound so high-pitched? He coughed, then repeated the question, lower this time. Yes, that was better. Much better.

"Mhm. Anyway, as I was saying, are you alright?" 

Sebastian's jaw nearly dropped to the floor. "Did you hit your head when you fell from…"—DON'T SAY HEAVEN, SEBASTIAN. DON'T YOU DARE SAY IT—"...wherever you came from?" Phew, that was a close call.

Damien laughed. Again. "I did, actually. It hurts rather a lot."

"Oh," Sebastian mumbled, remembering he had a Wiggenweld in his robe. "Here!" Making contact with the vial and pulling it out of his pocket, he thrust it at Damien, shortly before recalling it was the only one he had, and his head hurt too. Oh well, Damien probably needed it more. 

Damien's lips curled up into a shockingly genuine smile. Sebastian noticed he had a dimple. Just one. 

Stop noticing things, Sebastian, he internally screamed at himself. This was stupid. 

"Thanks," Damien said, his eyes sparkling. Golden-brown, deeply hypnotic, absolutely breathtaking. Quite literally. Sebastian was suddenly very light-headed.

Dammit.

"Are you two done?" Cal cut in. "Salazar's beard! You literally just met."

What was Cal insinuating? Never mind, Sebastian still needed to find a cure for Anne, assuming whatever nonsense that occurred with the relic didn't also miraculously heal her in the process. Wouldn't that be quite something though? 

Speaking of the relic, where was it? It must be around here somewhere…

Anyway, Sebastian supposed the more pressing issue was that they needed to figure out what to do with all the new people. How were they going to get everyone back from their place of… origin? From where they… began? From… whence they came? 

This was a fine mess they'd all landed themselves in. Well, there was nothing for it but to set to work. Whatever that entailed. But where to begin? 

He supposed the first step was to gain their trust. Make some new friends. He was good at that for some reason. Friends, then. That was simple enough.  

//

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The duo strikes again

Lee: Muichiro Tokito and Tanjiro Kamado

Ler: Tengen Uzui and Kyojuro Rengoku

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Ships: NONE

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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“Come here~”

Tanjiro and Muichiro fell to the ground

Tengen grabbed Muichiro, holding him like a baby in his lap.

Kyojuro on the other hand declared Tanjiro and placed him on his shoulder

“I got a little boy~” he laughed loudly

“N-no! Rengoku! Please do not!

Oh Hashira laughed

“Why, Tanjiro? Will it tickle you to much?”

With one hand he held him so he wouldn't fall to the ground, and the other traced a path down his back like a spider.

“Rehehengohohoku!”

“I think there’s a spider on your back, young Kamado!”

Kyojuro was always one of children's games

“AHAHAHAHA STHOHOP!” He exclaimed when Rengoku made the spider walk around his side as well.

“MUIHIHICHIROHOHOHO! HEHEHEHE HELP”

“I don’t think your little friend will be able to help you now” Kyojuro mentioned to the youngest

Muichiro was simply destroyed by Tengen

He had picked him up and was using one hand to trace his entire belly.

“Is that your weak point?~”

“ARGH!”

Tengen pulled up his shirt

“WHAHAHAHAHAT?” He was still laughing because his hands hadn't rested.

“What if I do?”

Tengen blew a gigantic raspberry into Muichiro's belly

“I’M GOHOHONNAHA DIHIHIHIE”

The boy writhed even more and began to snort.

His snorts synchronized with Tanjiro's right next to him.

“Did you see, Kyo? *pbbbt* They make the same *pbbbt* little noise” Tengen turned to his friend

Tanjiro and Muichiro snorted again

“It’s true, Tengen! How cute, mine is scared of spiders” Kyojuro told his friend

He was still walking along the boy's back with his fingers.

“Wasn’t he the one who killed the spider oni?” Tengen laughed.

“HEHEHE COHOHOHULDN’T KIHIHIL HIHIM” Was Muichiro still able to make fun of his friend?

“You’re in no position to make fun of him, young Muichiro” Kyojuro laughed “you love a raspberry, don’t you?”

Tengen laughed and blew another one right into the poor little boy's bellybutton.

“PLEHEHEHEAHASE” tears rolled down the face of the less experienced swordsman

“Enough” Tomioka got close to the giant hashiras “you already killed them”

Upon being released to the ground, Muichiro and Tanjiro recovered after a while of reasoning and silence.

When they were well again, they began to tease each other about the childish tickles they felt.

Tomioka laughed as he listened to the two arguing with such praise

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Loona x gn! !reader ennemi to lovers💜

A/N: hiiiiiiii guyssss (^-^)/💜💜

⚠️warning⚠️: nonnnee!!!!

Night was falling on the city, enveloping the streets in thick darkness.

You advanced cautiously, your boots crunching on the wet gravel.

For weeks, you had been hunting this demon with red eyes and dark fur, the one we called Loona.

Each time we met, your clashes were fierce, neither of you giving an inch.

That evening, you finally found her, cornered in a deserted alley. She stared at you, fangs bared, ready to pounce.

"You never give up, do you, ?"

she growled, wiping the blood from her cheek.

You tightened your grip on your weapon, but you could feel the strain on your limbs

"I won't stop as long as you continue to wreak havoc here."

She sneered, but you heard a slight hesitation in her voice

"Do you really think you can stop me?"

Before you could reply, a low rumble sounded behind you.

Massive figures emerged from the shadows: far more dangerous demons, drawn to your confrontation.

Loona glanced around worriedly

"Great. Like I need that tonight..."

You understood at once: if you wanted to survive, you had to cooperate.

You approached her, weapon raised, but your voice low

"We'll team up, just this once. Then we'll settle the score."

She stared at you, then nodded reluctantly. "No choice, I guess."

The fight was brutal.

Together, you faced the demons, your movements synchronized despite your distrust.

You covered her back, she opened the way for you with her claws and fangs. But during an exchange, you felt a searing pain in your thigh: one of the demons had touched you.

You collapsed against a wall, gasping.

Loona, surprised, turned around and saw the wound. She hesitated, then knelt beside you.

"You're not going to die now, are you? That would be too easy,"

she snapped, but her voice trembled slightly.

You winced, trying to joke

"I'm not giving you that satisfaction."

She rummaged in her satchel and pulled out an old bandage

"Don't move. I... I'll help you, okay?"

Her hands were surprisingly gentle as she tied the fabric around your leg.

You felt her warm breath against your skin, and for the first time, you perceived something other than hatred in her gaze: genuine concern.

"Why are you doing this?"

you asked, surprised.

She looked away

"I don't know. Maybe you're less annoying than the other hunters. Or maybe... I don't like seeing you suffer."

An awkward silence fell, broken only by your breathing.

You could feel the tension between you, different from that of your fights. Softer, more fragile.

"You know,"

you murmured

"we don't have to be enemies."

She stared at you for a long time, then a wry smile tugged at her lips

"Don't make too many promises, I might grow to like you."

She helped you up, putting your arm around her shoulders.

Together, you left the alley, leaning on each other, your resentment slowly fading into the night.

That night, you realized that sometimes the line between hatred and something sweeter was much thinner than it seemed

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