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yandere-writer-momo · 5 months

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Some Pickle for my baby, @unstuckmusturd . Merry Christmas!! 🎄

TW: Dark content, monster fucking, gore, yandere, size difference, and horror elements

Yandere Baki Shorts: The Abominable Snowman

Yandere Yeti Pickle x Explorer Afab Reader

“Are you sure you know where you’re taking us? It seems you’re deliberately leading us further and further away from civilization.” (Your name) ignored the whines of the group of men that trudged behind her in the snow. They dragged their feet as they huffed. The group hadn’t ceased their complaints since they had left the village but (your name) had already been paid the hefty sum to lead them up the mountain to find a rare herb.

“I’m sure.” (Your name) sighed as she lead them through the forest in the mountain. She’s traveled this mountain dozens of times. She knew it like the back of her hand. It was just a shame most men didn’t think she was capable because of her gender… the men continued to grumble under their breath as they followed behind her towards the snowy clearing. The whole group was unaware they they’re were being watched

It was when the wind began to pick up that (your name) urged the researchers to move faster. A blizzard was coming… they failed to keep up with her fast steps as the snowfall gradually braced denser… and that was when a loud roar echoed throughout the clearing that sent a chill down her spine. Was that a polar bear? No… whatever was charging towards them was much bigger than a bear. (Your name) quickly left the researchers behind as she scrambled to safety. She wasn’t going to let these men slim down her chances of survival since she’s already gotten exactly what she’s wanted.

The thick, white blankets of snow blinded her from the carnage behind her. The only thing she could hear were the loud, blood curdling screams of the researchers. And what felt like an eternity later, silence filled the blistering, cold air. It was terrifying to know that she were now alone, but she had to keep going. She didn’t want to die here. Not like this… not being mauled to death.

Once (your name) was back into the forest, she began to set up camp. She needed to build a shelter to retire for the night. It was far too dangerous to continue traveling, especially with a polar bear on the loose.

(Your name) grunted as she used a shovel from her pack to dig a small hole into the snow to settle into for now. She would use their survival skills to outlast the blizzard and hopefully she didn’t run into any polar bears… (your name) made the perfect hole with a tunnel that didn’t allow the wind to blow into her little snow cave. The young woman set up her sleeping bag and retired for the night. Her eyes that were heavy with sleep drifted shut. She prayed to whatever god was out there that she survived the night… little did she know of the large figure who stood above her hideout. A low growl escaped their lips as they made their way over to the slumbering (your name), their clawed hand brushed a few of her stray hairs out of her cold face. His Pretty mate… he’s been watching her for so long now and she was finally in his grasp. Pickle was so happy!

(Your name) awoke the next morning feeling warm…. Warm?! (Your name) went to jump up in shock but fluffy, muscular arms held her down. What on earth- (your name) gasped when her eyes clashed with brilliant gold eyes. A yeti?!

Pickle sat up and cooed at her, his clawed fingers poked at her cheeks as he rose to sit up on his haunches. He was massive… he was bigger than any creature she’s ever seen and he was covered in white and black hair. Never did she think a creature of myth would be real…

(Your name) went to step back but Pickle stopped her. He quickly pulled her back into his body, the yeti nuzzled his face into her shoulder and loudly purred. (Your name) loudly squealed when she felt his wet tongue lapped at her neck. His breath reeked of rotten meat. “Stop it!”

Pickle whined when she pushed his head away, he had merely wanted to love on his mate… why did she reject him? He had shown that he was the strongest out of all the other males. He was worthy of her. Pickle was strong.

Pickle set her down in a pile of pelts as he began to try to tug at her clothes. He wanted something specific from her… Pickle wanted young and she was the perfect one to bare them for him. He’s searched this mountain for a female for months and she’s been the only one he’s seen. Pickle would stake his claim

(Your name) began to fight back. Her small hands beat against each his chest which amused the large creature. She wanted to play? How cute! But she was so skinny… she’d break if he tried to breed her now!

Pickle soon began to poke and tease her, his sexual appetite satiated for now. He could try again later, there was plenty of time before spring!

(Your name) found herself trapped with Pickle in his cave and it was a terrifying experience. The yeti would constantly bring her back meat with utmost urgency, the large monster whining if she didn’t like what he brought. Didn’t she understand she needed to eat so they could breed? She needed to gain weight! Maybe she’d like something else?

Bathing was a bit difficult for her at first but she taught Pickle how to collect snow in her small pot from her pack. Pickle was amazed the first time he saw fire. He even reached out to touch it out of curiosity but quickly howled in pain when he burnt himself. The yeti cried as (your name) kissed his clawed fingers with utmost care. Pickle began to love to be babied

Pickle loved to see her bare. Her curves were delicious to his starving eyes… he couldn’t wait for the spring time to claim his prize.

Pickle was thrilled when (your name) would eat the berries and fish he brought back. The yeti would dance in happiness every time she ate the succulent fruits and nuts he had scavenged for. It swelled his heart up with pride to see her happy. See? Pickle was a great mate! He was perfect!

As weeks went on, (your name) began to make her own clothes out of the many pelts pickle brought her for warmth. The nest in the center of the cave was now twice the size it was from when she first was brought here.

(Your name) had soon grown used to Pickle’s eccentric behavior and to his constant snuggles. Hell, she’s even grown used to his pungent scent… but lately there’s been a more headier scent all over the cave. One that caused a stirring between her legs. Were they some sort of pheromones?

Pickle smirked when he noticed (your name) shift, the yeti placed his large palms on her legs and slowly pulled her skirts up. There it was… her ovulation cycle has begun.

(Your name) had no time to shift from his grasp before his mouth descends on her. Her fingers tangle into the dark mop atop his head. A loud squeal escaping her lips as he greedily lapped at her folds. His freakishly long tongue dove past the tight ring of muscles to his prize.

It’s when (your name) is tethering on the edge of ecstasy that he pulls his mouth away and teases her hole with something much larger than his tongue. And before she can get a grasp on what is going on, he sheathed himself into her. Pickle groans at how she tightens from the intrusion

Her cries only fuel him to pound into her. To breed. She can do nothing but cry as the large bulge protrudes in her stomach. He was too big. He was too much. But it didn’t take long for the pain from his rough fucking to start to melt into something pleasurable

(Your name) felt the coil steadily build in her once more. This time, her hips began to try to meet his rough thrusts and she was rewarded with his tongue in her open mouth. She practically choked on the large muscle that had hints of her taste on it

She felt herself explode on this monster who was somehow sucked even deeper into her from the force of her orgasm. A scream escaped her throat when she felt burning ropes of his cum fill her… there was not a doubt in her mind that this monster had successfully stuffed her with his young. Her stomach a bit bloated from the sheer amount of semen in her

Pickle cooed as he pulled out with a wet pop, his fingers scooped up the viscous cum that leaked from her stretched hole in hope to save as much of it as he could.

. She knew she was ruined beyond repair, but it didn’t matter to her anymore. If she was going to be stuck on this mountain, she might as well enjoy herself

Pickle cooed as he curled his body into hers. The monster licked up her tears as he held her close to keep her warm. She was his mate… his perfect, beautiful mate

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gallusrostromegalus · 5 months

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all the captains and lieutenants accidentally get slipped some of ukitake's fucked up gigaweed edibles, what happens

First of all, it's not an accident, they straight-up plan a Friday-Night-Of-A-Three-Day-Weekend event of this. Everyone is curious, and Ukitake thinks it will be a funny way to celebrate his Birthday. He is correct: Yamamoto: Veteran of The Dank Arts, gets real high but not unpleasantly so. Would do it again next time he has a long weekend to enjoy it!

Sasakibe: Claims Ludwig Wittgenstein makes PERFECT sense now, attempts to write this philosophical revelation down but is thwarted by the jammed machinations of a clicky pen.

Soi Fon: Gives herself a hernia laughing at one (1) bad pun.

Yoruichi: Used to Urahara's Megaweed Edibles, so approaches the Gigaweed with undue confidence, declares This Edible Ain't Shit five minutes in and eats a second one. She has to be coaxed down from the top of the fridge where she's hiding from The Hatmen by bribing her with a can of Tuna. (Ukitake keeps the $21-a-can Good Shit in the house)

Omaeda: Creates a God-teir marinara Sauce, AND has the good sense to have Nemu pause her Game of Go and come into the kitchen to write down what he did.

Rose: Writes a magnificent new symphony, it's his best work ever, it's life alteringly beautiful, it's effervescent- When he sobers up, it's half a piccolo solo that barely qualifies as a ringtone.

Izuru: In the kitchen crying while eating an inadvisable amount of Omaeda's Spaghetti Marinara.

Retsu: Category Five Mukbang Incident

Isane: Thinks she's filming the Mukbang Incident, actually has her phone open to the calculator app.

Shinji: refuses to touch the Gigaweed because he "Owes The Hatmen Money" and nobody can tell if he's joking or not (he's not).

Momo: Literally Everything is HILARIOUS

Hiyori: Did not know it was possible to have a bigger, gayer crush on Momo, but she somehow opened up a new level of lesbianics. She calls it Gay 2.

Byakuya: Couchlocked for 24 hours straight.

Renji: Couchlocked right there with him, but able to text Izuru to bring them Spaghetti.

Komamura: Can't. Canine Weed Toxicity. (Relieved, offers to spend the weekend watching Toshiro and Yachiru so he has an excuse to go winter camping over the weekend)

Iba: Got High as FUCK. Found out later that the thing he actually ate was a Little Debbie Cosmic Brownie.

Shunsui: his alcohol tolerance actually makes his weed tolerance terrible so he's on the floor from jokingly licking the wrapper.

Nanao: Challenging people to knife fights (Romantic Intent).

Tousen: Immediately passes out because he managed to get his blood pressure down to normal levels, sleeps for 26 hours straight and wakes up feeling genuinely well-rested and in a good mood for the first time in two centuries.

Kensei: Gets his hand bitten at the Category 5 Mukbang Incident because he thought it would be funny to try to snitch off Retsu's plate.

Shuuhei: Attempting to refinance Shinji's debt with The Hatmen. Possibly succeeding?

Mashiro: Said "This Edible Ain't Shit", took a second, and appears to be unaffected. Playing Go with Nemu and winning.

Matsumoto: Makes the Hernia-inducing Pun. Will not STOP making Puns.

Hitsugaya: Being babysat by Komamura, would be madder about this if he wasn't also having a blast doing wintertime camping.

Kenpachi: Attempts to fight his own shadow, loses.

Yachiru: Also on the Wintertime Mountain Expedition, trying to talk Toshiro into joining her and Komamura on an Elk Hunt.

Ikkaku: Has done weed before, but only smoked it, but has a naturally suspicious nature and waits to see how Yoruichi does on her second edible, and avoids running afoul of The Hatmen.

Yumichika: Stays sober to collect blackmail on everyone. Actually films the Mukbang Incident for Isane

Mayuri: This is NOTHING compared to the Quantum Formaldymeth shit he's been on for the last century.

Urahara: from a prominent weed-growing family and lifetime connoisseur of The Herb. Takes one bite and realizes he's in deep shit, lies down on the floor next to Shuuhei and gives him terrible financial advice.

Nemu: Not chemically effected by The Edible but she loves A Group Social Activity so she's a little crunk on Social Recognition Euphoria and it's interfering with her game.

Ukitake, peeling his lieutenant off the floor: Y'all are wimps.

Rukia: has to be peeled off the floor, is affectionately dumped in the laps of Renji and Byakuya, where she forces them to have an emotionally honest and borderline normal conversation.

#AEIWAM #drugs mention #An Elephant Is Warm And Mushy #Bleach #Bleach fanfic #long post #weed mention

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short-honey-badger · 4 months

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Peppermint Tea 9

Hey guys! On to part 9! I've been doing a lot of thinking on this fic and I think it's evolved into something bigger. Let me know what you guys think!

Warnings! Violence in a dream

Masterlist

Dracule leaves two days later. You send him off with a kiss and a pouch of your peppermint tea leaves and watch him sail away until he is nothing but a speck on the horizon. You shake your head, the forlorn feeling present, but you are quick to shove it down. You had things to do, so you didn't need to be standing around wondering when you would see Dracule again.

After the incident at the cliff, Mihawk had acted as if nothing had happened, and you were content to let the promise slide. The next two days had been spent quietly reading and getting to know one another. Sweet kisses and wandering hands had invaded each one of those moments until Dracule rose this morning and deemed that he had to go. Business to attend to once again.

You frown thinking about those words. You want to know what he means by business. You want to know what islands he goes to and who he's met. You have poured over your books and sea stained papers for years, and every single map you have come across never has your island.

You know the shape and length and every plant and animal that shares this island with you. You and Hank have explored every nook and cranny your home has to offer, down to the sandy beach and up to the small mountain on the western side of the tropical island. And not once have you seen it labeled or drawn on any of the scrolls that wash up on the shore.

Dracule offered you so little knowledge about himself. However, he could go on for hours about the books he's read, reciting poetry from memory as the two of you sit by the fireplace late at night. Later, he would say that he would bring you more books, either to add to your collection or to replace the old ones.

Maybe you can convince him to bring some maps so that you can try and find out more about your home. Did you live in any of the Blues? Or was your home in the more dangerous parts of the ocean such as the Grand line and the New World? You had no idea.

The shaggy body of Hank barreling into you sends the melancholy thoughts from your mind as the big dog pulls your focus on him. He has his stick again, and the two of you play until both of you are exhausted and in need of a good nap.

The two of you would wake up later than you had intended in the evening and examine the seeds and other goodies that Dracule had brought with him. You had been far too distracted with the man in question to even think about going out and planting any, but now was a good time as ever. You find some empty pots and carefully press the delicate seeds into the soil that you'd gathered from your garden. Once covered, you add enough water to properly dampen the spoil and then place each of your pots on the tall barrels that sit behind your home. You smile down at your hard word, excited for when the saplings break through the soil, though that wouldn't be for a week or two at the least.

The rest of the day was spent harvesting your other herbs, cutting and drying out the roots and leaves for brewing and leaving the rest to replant. It's satisfying work, and soon, your kitchen is full of drying herbs that make your home smell delightful. Chores done for now: You make yourself a cup of tea from the ones that Mihawk had gifted you and settle on the couch by the fireplace with one of his books. You read until you dozed off, Hank curled up on the floor snoozing away with you.

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“Oh boy, look who decided to grace us with their presence,” Shanks crowed, a grin stretching across his face as he raised his mug of ale up in greeting. It isn't often that Mihawk would show up in a good enough mood for a drink, especially since the warlord didn't want to fight him anymore.

Dracule rolls his eyes, a sneer on his lips as he casts his ringed eyes over the Red-Haired Pirates and their Captain. He'd seen the Red Force by chance and had decided on a whim to investigate what they were up to. In a way, it was his job to do so, so it wasn't like it was out of his way, “Only to see what you and your lot are doing here.”

It didn't help that the Yonko had docked on an island only a four day sail away from your home. Shanks didn't hang around the first half of the Grand Line often, so it made him antsy to know that someone so powerful, even with a single arm, was so close to his safe haven.

“The usual, partying, exploring, having a good time. Something you should definitely do more often,” Shanks tells him, vague and annoying like always.

Dracule keeps his expression neutral. Shanks was like a shark in the water when it came to finding out things about his once close friend. It would be catastrophic if the redhead found out about you.

“I have my own way of enjoying my time. One that doesn't involve drinking myself into a stupor every evening,” Dracule quips, but still takes the offered drink despite his words.

Shanks slaps him on the back, laughing jovially, and Mihawk grimaces when the unexpected contact makes his drink slosh over the edge of his mug. Dracule shrugs off the offending hand with a roll of his eyes.

“I'm sure you do, Hawkeye. Brooding away in that castle if yours. When's the last time you even spoke to a woman?” Shanks teases and knocks back the rest of his ale then signals the bar keep for a new one with a cheeky wink.

“A couple of days ago, if you must know,” Dracule admits without thinking about it, and immediately curses himself when Shanks gasps dramatically and crowds his space.

“What? Tell me about her! What's she like? What's her name? She must be someone special to catch your eye, Mihawk.”

Dracule shoves the redhead back, regret coiling hot at his mishap. He takes his time by sipping his ale and ignores the manchild whining in his ear and asking questions after question that Dracule would not be answering. His patience soon wears thin, however, and he slams his mug down on the counter with a snarl.

“It is none of your business, Shanks. I never meant to say anything to you about her,” Dracule states, tone tinged in an unfamiliar rage. He doesn't get angry very often, but the thought of playboy, beachbum, Shanks even knowing your name sets his teeth on edge.

The other pirate captain shows some tack for once in his life and raises his hand in surrender, “Alright. I won't ask anymore,” he says, but a shit eating grin is curling his lips and he leans in close to the warlord, “Ya gotta at least tell me she's a catch though, right?”

Mihawk huffs and pinches the bridge of his nose. Shanks just couldn't stop could he?

“As beautiful a fresh blanket of snow, but with a smile that could melt it all away,” Dracule murmurs quietly and Shanks eyes the swordsman in a new light. He had never heard the man wax poetry about someone before.

“Huh, you must really like her then, huh?” Shanks presses and is rewarded with the sight of Dracule dipping his head in a nod. he sips his ale, thoughts swirling about this mystery woman.

“Well. I'm glad you've finally found someone that'll put up with your broody ass,” Shanks snickers and slaps Mihawk on the back once more with a big grin. Truly, he was happy that his friend had someone to escape to, especially when their world grew more dangerous every day.

Mihawk is quiet for a long time, long enough that he has finished his ale and stands from his stool. He tosses enough berri on the counter to cover his drink, and then turns away from Shanks, “Thank you, Red Hair,” he begins and sends the Yonko a look over his shoulder, eyes holding The threat of a fight, “Don't make me regret telling you.”

Shanks laughs with a shake of his head and waves at Dracule, “I'll try not to, Hawkeye,” he snickers again at the glare that receives for that, but it was definitely worth it.

Mihawk leaves the island without bothering to learn its name and sets sail for Gloom. He filled the boring trip with thoughts of you, recalling how nicely your cool skin felt upon his heated body. How much he enjoyed listening to you read from the books he's already devoured countless times. How sweet your lips taste when you kiss him so innocently.

Dracule is not sure when he will go back, but his hands already itch to feel your soft skin, and he is parched for the sweet peppermint tea you grow. The warlord sighs, a great expel of air from his lungs, and looks north to the calm belt, where your island stays protected at its edge.

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The screams of the men and children of your home island echo in your ears as you are dragged through the crowds of people. Your older brother holds you tight by the wrist, pulling you through the throngs of citizens. Your short legs can hardly keep up, but you power through the fatigue to keep up with your brother.

Your island, your home is being attacked, and you are terrified. You don't understand why it's happening, only know that your oldest brother had woken you up in the middle of the night and packed your largest bag with the essentials. He had instructed you to be silent as the two of you snuck through the castle, away from your mother and father and other siblings that still slept in peace.

You yelped when you suddenly tripped over a loose brick in the road, sending you to your knees and snow exploded around you and your brother, causing screams to erupt all around. You wince and push yourself up, desperately scrambling for your older brother.

Gods, you wish you could remember his name.

“Come on, princess,” He is suddenly there, swinging you up and over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, “We're almost to the port.”

You watch from your perch as the people of your island run for the castle, panic and fear all around as the town burns and the fields are decimated by someone with an earth devil fruit. Your brother runs as fast as he can to the port, trying to shield his baby sister from the harsh realities of a treaty gone wrong and a dark secret revealed.

The two of you make it to Port just in time to witness the biggest ship you have ever seen crash into the main docks. The pirates don't seem to care about the destruction they have caused, and you watch in horror, eyes latching onto the symbol that the barbarians proudly wear. It's a bright pink cloud, a skull with bug red lips and with a sun and a tree on opposite corners.

The sight is broken when your brother rounds a corner, and you grunt when he slides to a sudden stop. You try to turn around and are able to catch sight of a wide brimmed hat with a massive white feather falling from the back. A giant sword rests on the man's back, the hilt oddly shaped like a cross.

“Don't look, Sunshine,” your brother orders, but you don't listen. You can't listen to him. Not when that hat and sword look so familiar. But from where?

You are still thinking about the strange looking man when the two of you finally make it to the escape ship. Your brother loads you up, and with one last forlorn look at your dying island, he sets sail for Paradise, away from the New World, where his precious little sister would be safe.

You wake slowly, the dream trickling away like grains of sand in an hourglass. It felt familiar, and your heart ached at the sight of the man who had saved you. With a sigh, you pull yourself up from the couch and give Hank a smile. It was time to start the day.

@writingmysanity @kenkenmaaa @foggyturtleknightangel @browneyedhufflepuff @djbumblebee @goth-mami-writer @myradiaz

#fanfic #one piece #reader insert #fluff #dracule mihawk #hawkeye mihawk #mihawk x reader #op mihawk #opla mihawk x reader #opla mihawk #mihawk x y/n #mihawk x you #peppermint tea

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theereina · 6 months

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Self-Care Starter Kit

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Books/Journals

Feeding the Soul (Because It's My Business): Finding Our Way to Joy, Love, and Freedom

Atomic Habits: An Easy & Proven Way to Build Good Habits & Break Bad Ones

The Four Agreements

The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck: A Counterintuitive Approach to Living a Good Life

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flowerandblood · 9 months

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The Impossible Choice (33)

[ Aemond • Targaryen x Baratheon! • female ]

[ warnings: angst, metion of underage sex, violence ]

[description: Aemond comes to Storm’s End to choose his future consort. However, Lord Borros Baratheon presents him with only four of his five daughters. Being attached to his youngest child, he does not want to marry her. The prince, however, thwarts his and her plans with his decision. This is slow burn, with a lot of dark angst and sexual tension. (Anon Request)]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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Even when she was a child, Alys used to have dreams about a white-haired man, arriving on a huge monster the size of a mountain to change her life. Her mother did not know what moon tea was and did not know that she could remove an unwanted child.

She was therefore born as a burden and the unpleasant result of a brief affair between her mother Lena and her father, Lord Lyonel Strong. She bore the surname Rivers, like any bastard child.

For as long as she could remember she had been haunted by dreams and visions which, as it turned out later, were reflected in the future. She saw a sheep with its throat cut in a dream, and the next day she found her mother, lying on her bed with her veins cut. From then on, she managed on her own.

She was always told by the men around her that she was beautiful. That she had gorgeous hair and eyes. She decided to take advantage of this, she lost her virginity at the age of thirteen with a guard who smelled of sweat and alcohol.

She remembered feeling immense pain and discomfort, she tightened her lips so she wouldn't start screaming. Afterwards, he gave her some coins and the bread that he had received for dinner.

Her father used to send her some coins, but not enough. When he found out how she was making money, he forbade her to do so, putting her under the authority of the maester.

He began taking her to fields full of grasses and herbs, telling her about their properties and what could be made from them.

Alys then thought that health was a supreme value and if she learned the secrets of herbalism and disease, she would be a person who could not be disposed of or killed.

She would be indispensable.

She was not wrong.

She was never wrong.

When her father died in the flames, she felt nothing. She didn't regard him as a father, more as her protector whom she served. She knew that he was ashamed of her existence.

After his son, her half-brother Larys Strong took over, she knew that she had to act quickly. She saw blood in her dream, she saw a rose bush without flowers, full of thorns. She knew what it meant, she knew that evil would come with him.

She avoided him as much as she could, hiding in the shadows, wrapping his guards and fellows around her finger. She saw the way they looked at her, knew what to do, how to make them want her. She didn't impose on them, merely showing them what they could have, her gaze was enough to make sure that they couldn't forget her.

When it became apparent that she was expecting a child, she wondered whether to leave it in her womb. She finally decided to let the gods make the choice.

When she miscarried after a few months, she did not even shed a tear. She thought, however, that her breasts were full of milk that was about to go to waste.

She became a mummy, sizing up some gold again. Her little fortune grew slowly, her tendrils tangled around Larys like a spider web.

Still, she dreamt of the white-haired prince without an eye. She had heard of him, about Prince Aemond Targaryen. She knew that he was ten years younger than her and she knew that they were destined to meet.

She saw herself stroking her pregnant abdomen and knew that this was his heir, his seed.

And then, finally, each time she heard the splash of the water, she saw his body sink to the bottom along with his great dragon.

She wondered what she could do to save him. Why the man who was destined for her was also destined to die like this, before he even saw their child.

She felt nothing when word reached her that Prince Aemond had officially chosen one of Lord Borros Baratheon's daughters as his wife. She thought it changed nothing.

Marriage was a dry agreement between families.

Passion was something else entirely.

She became concerned, however, when she stopped dreaming about him from that point on. She prayed about it before going to sleep, but no vision with him, neither in the sun nor in the fire ever came to her again. After a few weeks she wept in despair for the first time, understanding that something had happened, that destiny had changed.

That the gods had intervened.

Her dreams of him were replaced by another recurring one. She saw fire consuming fields and forests, destroying houses, burning people, unstoppable and uncontrollable. And then she saw black clouds coming, the sky trembling, and a warm, gentle rain falling on the scorched, mutilated earth, bringing relief, its scent filling her lungs.

And then the fire came to her.

It began to burn the fields where she had gathered herbs, it burned the house of the people from whom she had bought milk, it burned the grove where she had prayed, leaving only dust and ashes. They brought her along with other people to die and then she saw him.

She felt her heart begin to pound as she saw his eye patch, he stood in armour, sure, cold, unfeeling, fire bursting in his heart. She stared at him as if enchanted, and when their eyes met and she stopped in front of him she knew that he felt something.

Their shared destiny.

When she heard that he was suffering from pains related to the eye that he now no longer had, she made an ointment especially for him and carried it to him. She knew that this was her moment.

As she entered a shiver went through her. She saw his cold gaze drop greedily to her breasts, felt a squeeze between her thighs at the thought that he desired her. She knew he did; she could feel the tension between them in the air.

She was never wrong.

"I have brought an ointment to apply to your eye, my prince. One of the guards told me you were in pain." She said, looking at him with a slight, sensual smile. She saw that he hesitated and did not know what to make of her words.

Finally, however, he nodded, pulling the eye patch off, watching her closely. She approached him unhurriedly, placing the jar of ointment on the table, leaning over him. She saw his gaze escape to her breasts and smiled with satisfaction, feeling that as soon as she was done they would fuck on that table.

She removed a sapphire from his eye socket, which she gently placed on the cloth that she had prepared earlier. She put the ointment on her finger and began to spread it over his eye socket, glancing carefully, so as not to miss any wound.

She sensed, however, that something was wrong. He looked away from her and stared somewhere to the side, thoughtful, his eye red. His thoughts had left her, but she didn't know where or why. She pressed her lips together at the thought, feeling pain and tightness in her throat.

She had waited so many years for him, and he was thinking of someone else.

When she finished, she placed her fingers gently on his hand, wanting to remind him of her presence, but he flinched suddenly as if she had snapped him out of a trance and took his hand away, glancing at her threateningly, his lips tightening.

"You may leave." He said quietly, turning his head away, not looking at her.

She felt as if he had slapped her. However, she did not show her distress. Over the years she had learned to mask her pain and discomfort well.

"I could give you an heir, my prince." She said and saw him flinch all over, glancing at her in shock. She was the only woman who could give him what he wanted. Fire and darkness, the passionate, aggressive dance of their bodies, the struggle and fulfilment full of screams and moans.

She could have given him a child.

He looked at her, in his gaze no longer desire but a darkness that shocked her.

"You may leave." He said with emphasis, menacingly, low, so that she felt shivers down her spine. She swallowed quietly and bowed respectfully to him.

"My prince." She said softly, turned and walked away, closing the door behind her.

She was furious with herself, but she could not hold back her tears as she walked down the corridor of the fortress. She had waited for him, waited so many years, seen them together flying through the heavens on his great dragon towards the sky.

She had seen their son.

What had happened?

She circled around him like a shadow, not intending to impose on him, wanting him to come to her himself, to break. She could see that he was in a fury, on fire, that he glanced at her sometimes with a look that could kill and bring her to fulfilment at the same time. He knew perfectly well what she could give him and some part of him wanted it.

However, she woke one night to hear a commotion outside her door, to hear someone whining and moaning. She left her chamber, going down the stairs barefoot, and that's when she saw them.

He embraced her, pressing her against the wall as if he wanted to devour her, her hands clenched in his hair and chemise, her legs wrapped around his waist, her lips parted sweetly, eyelids clenched in pleasure, sweat on their bodies.

She saw his hips move greedily inside her, saw her body shudder with each of his brutal, helpless thrusts, saw him whisper to her, panting loudly. She sobbed and squirmed at his words until she came at last, and he with her.

After that, they sank to their knees, stroking their faces, looking at each other.

Her prince desired another.

He was mad for her.

He craved his wife.

She returned to her chamber, feeling only emptiness. She lay down on her bed and gazed at the starry sky, knowing that she had nothing. The only purpose of her life was to wait for his arrival, everything else was just a time-filler.

Without him she was just Lord Strong's bastard, a whore who no one would ever marry.

The next day she rose at dawn as she did every day, slowly preparing ointment for the burned wounded, moaning and wailing outside the fortress. She bandaged anyone who needed it, not refusing to help anyone. She shuddered when she heard that someone come inside and recognised the girl who had moaned in the Prince's embrace the night before.

His wife.

She noticed, surprised that she was not wearing an attire appropriate to her position, she looked like a boy, betrayed only by the braid woven from her hair and her soft, gentle face. She bowed before her, her expression calm and gentle.

"My lady. What brings you here? I did not expect your visit." She said softly, wondering, what she might have wanted. She thought she had found out that she wanted to seduce her husband and had come to threaten her. Women often did that, especially when she slept with their husbands.

As if she was the one who had sworn allegiance to them.

"I've heard a lot about the witch of Harrenhal. I would like to help you bandage and help the wounded." The girl said lightly, walking through her chamber with a happy smile, looking around the regiments curiously. This was not the answer she had expected and she felt intrigued. She thought that she would play her game.

"Truly? That's an amazing coincidence. I could really use someone to help me." She muttered low with satisfaction. It was true that there was so much work to do with the injured that she didn't know where to put her hands first. A helper would indeed be useful to her.

She took a wooden board out of a drawer and placed some roots and herbs beside it, placing a second knife next to it. She pointed with her hand to the place opposite her, and the girl approached, apparently waiting for her instructions.

"I prepare an ointment to help burns heal faster. I use it the most, so I have to prepare a new one every morning. This white root is a weeper, cut it into small cubes and then squeeze the juice out of them into this jar." She said calmly, pointing to the jar standing beside her. Lady Baratheon nodded and got straight to work.

"What do they call you? I wouldn't want to address you as 'witch', it's impolite." She said lightly without looking at her, squeezing the juice from the root exactly as she should. Alys thought that this girl was more than intriguing.

"Alys, my lady." She said calmly and they spoke no more to each other.

Alys watched Lady Baratheon do exactly as she instructed. She had thought that she would now be listening to a tirade about her husband or hearing stories about women seducing someone else's men and what befell them. Nothing of the sort happened, however.

She wasn't sure what this girl wanted, but then recognised with amusement that maybe she really did want to help her. That she was aware of the effect she had on her husband and was not afraid of any other woman. Who could be a threat to her when he wanted her so much?

They spent the rest of the day among the wounded, applying a jointly prepared ointment to their wounds. They worked at a distance, she was quicker, so she did not wait for her, Lady Baratheon, however, did not seem to care.

She saw that, despite her discomfort, the girl showed compassion and concern for the soldiers, chatting to them, even bestowing a smile on them at times. She saw that she was dirty from dust and blood, all sweaty, locks of her hair stuck to her face. She thought, watching her closely, that she was not pretending.

The girl who had taken everything from her seemed so innocent.

She looked away, but then looked at her again, something about her attire caught her eye.

She saw that there were deer embroidered on both sides of her bodice.

The Baratheon family crest.

Strom's End.

Strom.

She pressed her lips together, swallowing quietly. It was only then that she understood the meaning of the dreams that had tormented her for the past nine months.

She was the rain that had put out the fire.

By arriving in Harrenhal, she had saved her husband from ongoing self-destruction.

She realised with both pain and relief that she was no longer haunted by visions in which the prince was drowning together with his dragon.

He's not going to die, she thought.

She had done what she would not.

She soothed his anger.

She lowered her gaze, painfully aware that she had lost the moment the prince had chosen her as his wife.

Slowly the sun began to set, so she approached her and informed her that they should eat something. She did not want her to faint because of her, she knew that she would be met with the fury of the prince.

They sat down on the grass near the fortress a short distance from the wounded, and she took out a piece of bread, cheese and smoked ham from her pack.

"Forgive me, my lady, this is not a lordly meal. However, I did not think anyone would be joining me today." She said, ripping everything in half and handing it to her in turn. The girl looked at her surprised, her eyes bright, her face gentle.

"We are at war and people are suffering from hunger. A meal like this is perfectly adequate." She said calmly, taking a piece of bread into her mouth without hesitation and biting into it without even croaking. She knew she must not have liked it, but her behaviour impressed her.

She did not behave like the high-born ladies that she had the opportunity to meet.

They would never eat stale bread, sitting on the dirt with her.

"I imagined you differently, my lady." She said with amusement, lifting her curious gaze to her. She saw that the girl was confused, feeling that perhaps she was mocking her.

"Indeed?" She asked lightly, trying to hide her anxiety, and she chuckled lowly, unable to contain herself, looking away.

"Yes. Forgive me for this boldness, but you are a charming being." She said lowly, pressing her lips together and looking at her fingers, smiling under her breath.

"What do you mean?" She asked quietly, turning her head away, looking far into the woods, clearly afraid that she would see something in her eyes, that she might not like. Alys smiled, seeing this.

"You don't suit this place…" She began, and she looked at her, furrowing her eyebrows charmingly. "…but the fire has called to you, and the scorched earth can breathe at last with relief under the raindrops."

The girl froze completely, her lips parted in shock. She thought, as surprised as she was, that this was not the first time she had heard those words.

"What does that mean?" She asked quietly. She reached out, touching her cheek with her fingers.

It was as soft as she had imagined.

"It means that your husband is not going to die." She said calmly, and then the prince's enraged voice rang out, summoning his wife back to him.

She saw how violently he grabbed her by the nape of the neck, how he pressed his forehead against hers, how their noses traveled down their cheeks. She thought, shocked, that despite the aggression and darkness that filled his heart, he was tender towards her. He let her go at last, walking away, leaving her alone.

And then all hell broke loose.

The girl whose soft skin she had just appreciated was lying burnt by the dragon fire that she had barely managed to extinguish on her. She watched helplessly as her skin clumped with the material oozing and bleeding. She thought she should feel the satisfaction of her never being beautiful again, but she didn't.

"My lady, we have to get out of here, please!" She said loudly, trying to lift her up, the girl sobbed loudly, rising from her knees and they both moved towards the woods.

They fell beneath the trees, a large red dragon burning everything around them. She glanced at her burn and touched it, she screamed in pain. She pulled a bottle from her pocket and unscrewed it, handing it to her.

"Drink, it's poppy milk. It will hurt." She said quickly.

She watched in disbelief as the girl immediately emptied the entire contents, trusting her completely. Then her eyes grew misty, her body settled into a half-sleep, and she set to work.

She did everything she could to help her, but her wounds must have left scars.

Her body would never be the same again, she thought, looking at her thoughtfully.

She wondered if he would still love her when he saw her like this.

He, however, when the battle was over literally threw himself at her, falling to his knees beside her.

"Is she alive?" He breathed out, trembling all at once with madness, terror, happiness and despair. She lowered her gaze, looking at her.

"Yes." She said quietly, grabbing her wrist, checking her pulse. She felt his hand push her away violently with such force that she fell to the grass.

"Don't touch her." He hissed, looking at her with hatred and a murderous rage from which her throat tightened.

His expression changed instantly to one of gentleness when he grasped her cheeks in his hands, as if he became a different person.

She had never seen anything like this before in her life.

"Why is she asleep?" He asked helplessly, and she sighed quietly, rising to sit up, massaging his shoulder.

"Her clothes melted to her skin, I had to clean the tissue, so I gave her poppy milk. I applied ointment, but she'll still have extensive scars. The gods are watching over her. The flame flashed across the ground right next to her." She said calmly. He pressed his face against his wife's neck, sobbed loudly and froze like that, breathing heavily.

She rose and walked away, allowing him to be alone with her.

He called on her only once afterwards, to show him how to change her bandages and apply medicine to her wounds.

When she unwound the bandages for the first time and he saw how her burned skin looked, he covered his mouth with his hand, his eye red and terrified, his throat clenched. She lowered her gaze at this sight, continuing her work in silence.

When she finished, she saw that he was stroking his wife's cheek, looking at her sleeping face thoughtfully.

"I don't want to see you. I don't want to hear you. I want to be unaware of your existence. If you ever touch her again, look at her, or speak to her, I will take your eyes out, rip out your tongue and cut off your hands." He said low, slowly, a menace and darkness in his voice from which her throat tightened.

"You may leave."

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thelov3lybookworm · 27 days

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Weeping heart (Part 3)

Part 1 Part 2

Summary: She's so over today.

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A/n: i like this how this chapter ended up lol, ill try my best to post the next part sooner my loves mwah 😘

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She could feel his eyes on the back of her neck as she discarded her blanket on the cot in the middle of the tent, trying to prolong the reprieve before she inevitably had to address the other presence in the tent.

Y/n was going to kill someone, hopefully Herb.

Rolling her neck, she walked towards the small table that sat a few feet away from the bed and bent to pick all the remaining weapons that sat on the table.

"Are you trying to ignore me?" Cardan questioned, his tone so genuinely confused that Y/n felt bad for trying to avoid him, but she could no say she regretted it.

After all, she was just trying to protect herself.

"What makes you think that?" She mumbled, her focus fixed on the weapons she strapped to herself.

She could hear him moving around, shuffling. From how close she'd been to him, she knew he was under pressure and was starting to get protective.

"You have been gone for months now, and you didn't even smile at me when you saw me and now you are not talking to me at all-"

"I've just been stressed, Cardan." Finally, after she finished checking her body to make sure she had all her weapons, she turned to find him frowning at her.

She wanted to smile at him, but she didn't have energy to even blink.

"I'm sorry, but I have to leave. It might be night time when I return, so don't wait up."

His frown deepened, and he opened his mouth to speak, but Y/n swiftly turned on her heel and made her exit, not bothering to even pretend she really was getting late.

She was just too tired now, and all she wanted to do was run away, live in a mountain home and maybe terrorize children by pretending to be a witch, but alas, that was not possible.

Yet.

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The late afternoon sun was glaring down at Y/n and Herb, and despite the snow still blanketing the ground, the weather was hot. Too hot to be comfortable in an armor.

The thick silence was also not helping as Y/n and Herb made their way to the bar in the middle of town, having just finished the job they had come to get done.

That meant they could've returned to the camp, but Y/n had insisted on getting something to drink, not yet ready to face Cardan again after the shit show that had been her morning.

Y/n could tell Herb had questions he wanted to ask, but he knew that opening his mouth would probably end up with her scolding him, so he kept quiet as he stalked along next to her.

Y/n tried to relax as the bar came into view, rolling her shoulders.

It only got her more tensed up.

The bell jingled behind the pair as they walked in, a soft breeze cooling the back of Y/n's neck as the door swung shut behind her.

The car- tavern, really- was mostly empty, an hour or two left before it started filling with patrons wishing to wind down from their day's work.

A couple sat in a corner, leaning close together as they giggled and chugged their drinks, and Y/n eyed them before turning and following Herb to a table near the far wall.

As she settled down, she eyed the male standing right in front of the counter, laughing at something the owner said. Y/n's eyes narrowed as she realised it was not any male. It was one of her soldiers.

What is he doing here?

Sure, the soldiers were free to roam and explore the towns the group visited when not on duty, but they never came to taverns in the middle of the day, lest they have to fight later. It was only when they were certain that nothing would happen or if they got permission from Y/n that they would visit these places.

Blinking, Y/n turned to find Herb studying her, his arms folded on the table as he leaned forward.

"What?"

His eyes did not waver at her sharp tone. "I'm sorry."

Y/n grunted. "It's okay."

Y/n did not like the way he stared at her, his eyes seeming to read her like an open book. "Is it really?"

Y/n rose a brow. "What is that supposed to mean?"

He shook his head, his eyes so serious Y/n was concerned for a moment. "Nothing."

"It does not sound like nothing."

He sighed. "Look, I know there's something going on with you. I've known you for years now and you were never the one to just up and leave for a mission. You always took up missions that at the very least gave you the time of a week before leaving. So there's definitely something you're hiding."

Y/n straightened, looking away.

Herb was not the type of person to be serious. In the twenty years she had known him, since that first day when she had walked into class and befriended Cardan, and sat next to Herb, the male had never spoken a word if it was not meant to make someone laugh.

He was like that, Herb. He cared for people around him, and because he never seemed sad or serious, y/n had just assumed he was a little dumb.

She realised now how foolish it was.

"What are you trying to say Herb?"

"Just that I figured it has something to do with the High king, and if you ever need someone to talk to, I'll be there."

There was something indecipherable in his eyes as he spoke, the way he refused to break eye contact and the way he spoke so confidently, no traces of humour to be found in his soft, deep voice that sent chills down Y/n's back.

Y/n gave a curt nod, turning her eyes to stare a hole into the cheap wood of the table they had settled at.

Y/n could tell Herb still studied her, and it was another moment of heavy silence before he spoke up, his normal self back.

"So, have you heard of the toad that ate the horse?"

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Y/n knew her suspicions were right when she stumbled into a raging revel in the camp after a day of wasting her time, everyone gathered around the huge fire in the middle, singing bawdy songs as Cardan looked over them like a pleased cat.

She had not wanted to return to the camp after her visiting the tavern, so she had told Herb to go by himself. He, of course, had decided to stay with her and laze about the small town.

"What is going on here?"

Cardan's eyes flew to where Y/n stood, glaring at them all as Herb stood at her back.

Cardan grinned, the smile Y/n had been in love with.

"We are celebrating!" One of the soldiers- clearly drunk- called out, giggling.

Y/n glared at him, then at Cardan.

His smile faltered, then slowly fell off when Y/n did not smile back.

Y/n stared at him a moment longer, letting him know that she was not pleased, then turned, heading into her tent.

She was so over today.

Tired, sleep claimed her the moment her head hit the hard mattress, and she slept deeper than she ever had, nothing able to wake her.

Not the sound of the night birds, not the sound of the soldiers screaming their hearts out outside, not the loud crash when one of them fell into her tent as he tried to navigate his way to his tent.

Nothing woke her up, except for the sudden hand that covered her mouth in the dark of the middle of the night.

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nerdraging4point0 · 27 days

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Blood of Eden // Part Nine // Noah Sebastian AU Fic

Tropes and Tags: MM, MF, MFM, MFM, instalove, too much sex, tattooed men, polyverse, shapeshifters.

CW: 18+ only minors DNI. Urban Fantasy romance, Smut. Angst. Fluff (ish), Story includes D/S themes, unprotected sex, male receiving oral sex, female receiving oral sex, cuckolding, P/A sex, P/V sex.

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Rosa's eyes fluttered open to the large room, silent and dim, the shades on her large windows drawn to keep the light out. Her mind was still foggy from a deep and restful sleep - the first real rest she'd gotten in days.

Heavy snoring from her right caught her attention. Lying on his side in his white tank and black pajama pants was Noah, arms curled around the pillows, mouth slightly open as he slept peacefully. His chest rose and fell rhythmically with each deep breath, lost in a world of dreams. Rosa smiled softly at the sight, his features smooth and relaxed. She was always amazed at his ability to sleep through anything, even his own snoring. Her gaze shifted downwards and she attempted to slowly stretch her aching limbs, only to find her feet were trapped under a heavy weight. As she pushed to free them, the long body of fur resting over her ankles stirred. Oli grunted and curled off her legs to lay in a ball next to her feet.

Rosa reached down to gently pat Oli's head, his eyes blinking open sleepily at her touch before closing again with a content sigh.

She stretched her arms overhead and arched her back, feeling her joints pop satisfyingly as she moved. Pushing up from the soft mattress, Rosa drew her knees to her chest and gazed down at the two hunters still sleeping soundly in her bed. Their presence brought a small smile to her face despite the lingering exhaustion in her bones. Just a few days ago, a sudden illness had hit Rosa hard, slamming into her body like a freight train. The sweats and vomiting had been nearly constant, along with a bone-deep ache that permeated every muscle.

Despite drowsy memories from lack of proper sleep and fever, Rosa recalled how Maria-Oli's wife and mistress- visited daily, bringing mixtures of herbs and remedies that seemed to take the edge off the symptoms. Oli was always with her, settling onto the bed with Noah as Rosa napped. She was endlessly grateful for the relief those tonics provided, as she knew she'd likely still be lost in a hazy maze of pain without them. But now, after a full night's rest tucked between her devoted hunters, Rosa could feel her strength returning. She sighed softly, content to watch her companions sleep.

A low buzz comes from the drawer just to her left and at first she is confused before leaning over to pull the drawer of the nightstand open, inside is her phone, she forgot it had been in there. Opening the device the battery was running dangerously low, on the screen a group text came through that sent chills down her spine. "South lab. 4/8. 2 hours after dusk." Chavez was leading another strike on the labs again, Rosa felt a lump build in her throat. The message indicated plans for an attack, likely by Chavez and his band of rebels, on one of the mysterious research labs that had recently been built in the southern part of the city. While the labs claimed to be conducting medical research, rumors swirled that they were actually engaged in unethical experimentation. Chavez aimed to expose their secrets and shut them down, but Rosa knew the truth - that powerful ancient magicians were behind the lab, and that Chavez had no idea what he was up against. As one of the few people aware of the magicians and their dangerous capabilities, she was torn. She wanted to warn Chavez– to tell him that his planned attack would be futile and likely disastrous, but she had no idea how to explain the unexplainable. Who would believe that ancient magic was real, much less behind the labs? Her only options seemed to be staying silent or trying to subtly convince Chavez to call off the attack. But could she live with herself if she let him and his people walk into certain doom? The message on her phone had brought not just chills but an awful, impossible choice. Should she speak up and risk being seen as crazy? Or hold her tongue and allow the attack to go forward, almost certainly ending in tragedy?

The bedroom door opened slowly as Maria’s dark hair and soft face peered through the opening. Seeing Rosa awake she smiled her pearly white smile before stepping in, her strides across the room like a fairy running through the forest. She was wearing a simple pair of light wash jeans and a turtleneck tank, a golden chain hung around the soft knit collar of her shirt matching her watch and earrings. The casual outfit accentuated Maria's natural beauty and graceful movements. Though simple, the clothes seemed to flow around her as she glided across the room. Her smile lit up the space, radiating warmth and compassion. Rosa tucked her feet crossing them in front of her to give Maria room to sit down on the edge of the bed.

"How are you feeling dear?" Maria asked, taking Rosa's hands gently in her own. Her voice was melodic and caring. Rosa could see the concern in Maria's deep brown eyes. At the foot of the bed, Oli stood up from his resting place, stretching his legs and raising his haunches in the air as his jaw opened wide, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he yawned.

"Better, so much better," Rosa replied sincerely. Maria's visit was just what she needed to lift her spirits and make her feel cared for. Maria had a gift for brightening any space she entered. With her nurturing spirit and captivating grace, she brought light and comfort wherever she went.

Noah stirred from his slumber, his eyelids fluttering open as he slowly took in his surroundings. With a gentle movement, he slid closer to Rosa, his weary head settling into the warmth of her lap. Rosa's fingers caressed the soft strands of his hair, letting the brown locks flow between them like a silken caress. Noah relaxed into her touch, the tension in his body dissipating.

“Could you boys offer us ladies a little privacy?” Maria's voice carried a hint of amusement as she turned over her shoulder, her eyes twinkling at Oli. Noah bristled slightly at the intrusion on their quiet moment, but Rosa just laughed, her melodic voice like tinkling bells. A playful smile crossed Oli's lips as he rolled his eyes and leapt off the bed. In an instant, the four-legged furry creature transformed into a tall man with shaggy hair. He leaned over the bed, his lips brushing against Maria's in a tender kiss before striding towards the door. A quick glance over his shoulder caught Noah's protest, but Oli ignored it with a mischievous grin. As Oli disappeared through the doorway, Noah settled back into Rosa's lap, comforted by the familiarity of her touch. Whatever adventures awaited them that day, he knew that with Rosa and now Maria too, he was exactly where he needed to be.

As the man's face leaned into her lap, growling defiance, vibrations coursed up her legs, igniting a familiar heat between her thighs. Days had passed since she had indulged in her desires with Jolly and Noah, and her body yearned for their touch once more. Yet, with a mix of resistance and longing, she lifted Noah's head, gently pushing him away. His eyes held a flicker of sadness at her apparent rejection. She understood his disappointment, feeling it herself, but knew this was not the right time or place. Though her body ached for more, she needed to exercise restraint. With a tender gesture, she reached out a hand, cupping his cheek and caressing the bones with her thumb.

“Just for a little while,” she whispered, her voice soothing.

"They always have been," Maria smiled, reaching into her back pocket. She pulled out a needle, hub, and a few gray iridescent top tubes. "I need a few samples from you, just to be sure the infection is gone."

Rosa nodded, extending her bare arm and turning her palm upwards for Maria to work. As Maria cleaned her skin and prepped her for the blood draw, Rosa started to talk to distract herself.

"How long have they been....around?" Rosa winced as the needle pierced her skin, the alcohol stinging as it absorbed into her bloodstream. She turned her gaze back to Maria as she carefully collected blood samples.

"Centuries, I think, the celestials created them in Egypt around the B.C. era," Maria said, her brows furrowed as she drew the blood, her voice unphased by the historical information.

"Egypt?" she asked curiously.

"Oh yes," Maria replied. "Our kind dates back a long time, to before the Magistrate ruled us. Legend says the Celestials created the hunters by entering the dimensional plane and fusing the essence of wild desert dogs with humans."

“So is that why hunters are so protective?” she inquired.

Maria's explanation revealed the deep, mystical bond between Celestials and their hunter companions that stretched back centuries. In ancient times, Celestials were otherworldly rulers who commanded great magic and power. From their lofty thrones, these ethereal monarchs desired loyal protectors - fierce warriors imbued with preternatural gifts that would fight and serve at their side. Thus, in the swirling sands of Ancient Egypt, an ingenious solution was found. The Celestials drew upon the arcane forces of the netherworld, combining select humans with rugged desert dogs to create an entirely new being: the hunter. These hunters exhibited the intelligence and loyalty of humans along with the strength, senses, and instincts of canines. Bound to the Celestials through an unbreakable metaphysical link, they became the perfect guardians. For centuries, the Celestials and their hunters lived in harmony. But over time, things began to change. The monarchs grew corrupt, drunk on power and magic. In 18th century England, the oppressed people could take no more and revolted. Led by the righteous magistrate, they overthrew the cruel Celestial rulers at last. With the monarchs defeated, their magic faded away, leaving the hunters as the last legacy of that ancient era. Though no longer ruled by Celestials, the hunters' devotion and kinship remained, continuing to the present day.

"What about the collars and..." She gestured to the lower half of her face.

"The muzzles?" Maria laughed as she pulled the needle from Rosa's arm, capped it for safety, and set the instruments down. "The collars originated with the Celestials. It was a bonding ritual where the hunters would take blood from their Master or Mistress to strengthen their bond. But the Magistrate said it's an outdated practice no longer needed." She settled into the bed resting on her hand as she leaned back casually picking at the invisible lint on the duvet.

"And the muzzles were introduced a few centuries ago by Magistrate Orion to increase compliance after a minor hunter uprising against cruel mages.” Rosa’s expression fell and she let out a gasp of surprise, Maria smiled taking her forearm and giving it a squeeze. “Don't worry - Jolly and I are kinder to our hunters than some. Noah and Oli are devoted, so long as we are all family you have nothing to fear."

Jolly pressed the 'Stop' button on the Tahoe, the engine falling silent in the vast emptiness of the parking garage. The abrupt lack of noise seemed to echo off the concrete pillars and low ceiling as Maria swung open the passenger door, the sharp clack of her heels marking each step as she exited onto the cold cement floor. Slinging a large black bag over her shoulder, Maria waited impatiently for Jolly to join her so they could make their way to the entrance of the south lab. Though he moved with purpose, Jolly's footsteps were muffled, his expensive Italian leather shoes making not a sound. As they approached the thick metal doors, Maria turned to Jolly, her face etched with concern. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" she asked, digging through her cavernous bag to locate the two vials of Rosa's blood she had been entrusted with that morning. "I thought your family was big on blood supremacy. Don't you have some arranged marriage waiting for you back home?"

Jolly rolled his eyes as his best friend teased him about his family's tradition of arranged marriages between high ranking mages. Though it was expected that Jolly would one day marry another mage from an esteemed magical bloodline to keep the generations of power strong, he had never put much thought into it himself. Marriage seemed a distant concept, not something the carefree young mage had concerned himself with. He was content with his studies and adventures with friends, no interest in settling down yet.

“A blood test does not make or break how I see her. Rosa is still part of mine and Noah’s life, regardless of her status.” The two rode in the elevator to the fifth floor, following the sterile and bright winding corridors till they reached Reader’s office. Mark was sitting on his stool bent over a microscope with his white lab coat on, humming to himself as he adjusted the dials looking at whatever specimen was in front of him.

“Mark, darling, can we bother you?" Maria smiled as she set her bag down on Mark's meticulously organized work station, disrupting the precise layout he had carefully curated. Mark's eyes caught sight of the bag infringing on his space, and Jolly saw him chew on his lip as he struggled to maintain composure, his attention going back to his work.

"Being you called me this morning and asked to come by around 3 pm and it is now," he glanced at the watch on his left wrist, "2:58, I'd say it's not exactly a bother." He smiled at his own sarcasm as he slid away from his microscope to look both of them better in the eyes. "You did say it was interesting, what can I help you with?"

“It’s off the books my friend, and I need the results now.” Mark's eyes lit up with excitement as Jolly handed him the two vials of coagulated blood. Though technically against protocol, the prospect of examining mysterious new samples thrilled him. As a microbiologist working for a private research firm, Mark relished these "off the books" opportunities to explore the unknown.

With childlike eagerness, Mark spun around in his chair, the wheels squeaking against the polished linoleum floor. He grabbed a pair of powder blue latex gloves from the box hanging on the wall and snapped them on with a satisfying pop. Mark's workspace was meticulously organized, with tiny beakers, large droppers, microscope slides, and various chemical solutions all lined up and labeled. He quickly gathered the tools he would need, his focused gaze carefully selecting each item.

Under the harsh fluorescent lights of the lab, Mark's eyes narrowed in concentration behind his glasses as he began to examine the samples Jolly had brought him. He worked steadily and methodically, yet with an enthusiasm reserved for life's true passions. Mark added droplets of different reagents to the blood, watching intently for any reactions. He slid sample after sample under his microscope lens, adjusting the focus to reveal a hidden microscopic world. His curiosity was insatiable, driving him to probe deeper and deeper into the unknown properties of the specimens before him. Though the work was tedious, Mark was energized, feeling truly alive while caught up in the thrall of scientific discovery.

As Jolly and Maria waited with bated breath, they watched Mark's reactions closely with each new slide he placed under the microscope. A crease between his eyebrows grew deeper and more pronounced each time he peered into the eyepiece. Mark leaned back in his seat, humming thoughtfully to himself before going to a cabinet and digging deep into the back for another solution. With meticulous care, he prepared another sample on a fresh glass slide.

"Well, this IS interesting," he mused, eyebrows raised in surprise.

"What is it?" Jolly asked eagerly, leaning forward in anticipation.

Mark simply moved aside, leaving the scope open for Jolly to take a look himself. But before he could, Maria pushed past him impatiently to see for herself first. She swept her long hair back from her eyes as she peered down the lens of the microscope intently. A small gasp escaped her lips at the sight that met her eyes.

"It can't be," she breathed in disbelief, hands trembling slightly.

"But it is," Mark assured them gravely, a knowing glint in his eye. The two exchanged an awed look, scarcely believing the unexpected discovery Mark had made under the microscope.

#bad omens #bad omens cult #bad omens band #noahsebastian fanfic #noah sebastian #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian smut #noah sebastian fanfic #joakim jolly karlsson smut #joakim jolly karlsson fic #jolly karlsson #urban fantasy #dark romance #romance #bad omens au #bad omens fanfic #bad omens fic #blood of eden

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"Making Shelf-Stable Herb Infused Oils Using the Alcohol Intermediary Method with Maria Noël Groves" from Mountain Rose Herbs

#Making Shelf-Stable Herb Infused Oils Using the Alcohol Intermediary Method (with Maria Noël Groves)#Mountain Rose Herbs #Maria Noël Groves #Herbalism #Youtube

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So I have this head cannon that I put so much faith in that I sort of convinced myself it was real and I just want to share it with you guys because i think it’s kinda cute and harmless.

So I have this theory that the nations have distinct smells. they don't need perfume or cologne or rather if they wear it you can't even smell it because their natural smell overpowers it. I think they smell like what they are known for. I haven't mapped down everyone because I don't really know what everyone is known for but there are the ones I have. You don’t have to agree with me on the smells and feel free to add your own takes if they are different.

America- oranges, apples, suntan lotion, mountain air, wild flowers and pine. (Like outside in the summer time)

Russia- earth, oil, flowers, crisp air and honey (Earthy with a hint of sweet at the end)

France- Roses, fresh herbs, lavender, and cigarette smoke (Floral slightly masked by the smell of stale cigarettes)

Italy- lilies, oil paint, grapes, and fresh cut grass (floral shop meets art studio)

Romano- lemons, ash, salt water air, wild flowers, and old churches (fresh and little musty at the end)

Germany- fresh baked bread, coal, metallic, and dead leaves (imagine a bakery was built maybe slightly too close to a factory)

Canada- Pine, earth, maple syrup, wild flowers (the sickeningly sweet smell over takes the smell of nature at times)

England- old books, tea leaves, freshly cut grass, metallic (kind of like how the airs smells before a big lightning storm)

#healia #hws america #hws france #hws italy #hws russia #hws romano #hws prussia #hws germany #hws canada #hws england #Arthur Kirkland #Alfred. f jones #lovino vargas #Ivan braginski #Feliciano Vargas #ludwig beilschmidt #francis bonnefoy #original

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anekogiawritings · 8 months

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Malleyuu fantasy AU where Healer!Yuu finds Lizard!Malleus and they fall in love

Inspired by episode 11 - 13 of Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms. Rewatched those scenes with Snake!Yehua and Su Su and thought of making a Malleyuu twist to it.

Enjoy!

After battling a rather powerful monster alone in his dragon form, Malleus uses up most of his magic and is severely wounded, preventing him from reverting back to his humanoid form. His dragon form is also reduced to the size of a gecko. He retreats and finds a small cave to rest up in until he regains he strength.

While picking herbs, Yuu encounters the lizard-like creature in the cave. Realizing it is injured, they take it home. They provide the lizard with medicine, food, and shelter, which Malleus appreciated but found unnecessary.

The herbs didn't really help his wounds since it only worked for humans and animals, not fae, and Yuu only feeds him bugs and fruit. Fortunately, Malleus liked the times they talked to him, despite them not understanding him in his current form.

As days passed, Malleus learned that Yuu is a healer who is forced out of their village because they were accused of performing witchcraft. They have since been travelling the lands in search of different herbs and medicinal ingredients.

Even after Yuu attempts to release him back into the wild, Malleus refuses to leave them despite the fact he had already regained much of his powers. He has grown fond of Yuu and wants to accompany and protect them. The only times he leaves to return to the Valley of Thorns are at night.

One day, while accompanying Yuu to the nearby town to sell their medicines, a preacher, whom Yuu had a previous altercation with, accuses Yuu of being a witch. Yuu denies it, but the preacher snatches their basket, claiming that their familiar, a black lizard, is in it.

Yuu pleads with the townsfolk to not hurt the animal, but believing that the lizard is evil, they tie Yuu up and prepare to burn both of them alive. Yuu tries to escape, but Malleus bursts out of their basket, ascending to the sky in his full dragon form.

The townsfolk stood fright as Malleus flew towards the preacher before burning him alive. He then grabs Yuu and flying away to their home in mountains.

Now away from human sight, Malleus gently places Yuu down before reverting to his human form. His human companion stared in shock before hesitantly asking who he truly was. Malleus then reveals he's the Dragon Prince of the Night Faeries.

As thanks for saving him, he offers to take Yuu to his homeland, where they can study medicine and where their talents would be of great use. Though hesitant, Yuu accepted the offer.

The arrival of a human at the royal court caused much scandal in the Valley of Thorns, but Malleus remained firm on allowing Yuu to stay. Queen Maleficia objected to it, but after hearing how passionately her grandson speaks about Yuu, she obliges.

Yuu becomes an apprentice to the royal healer, and after months of training, they became a well-respected individual in the royal court, earning much praise from the fae. Especially from Queen Maleficia, who is impressed by the healer's intelligence and quick wits.

Their relationship with Malleus also bloomed as they spent time together. Although the dragon prince's feelings were clear, it took Yuu a little more time before realizing they had developed feelings for Malleus. However, they never dared to confess.

Eventually, one day, while having an evening stroll in the castle's rose gardens, Yuu thanks Malleus for saving them and giving them the chance to practice what they love. They wonder just how they could repay him, which Malleus does have a suggestion.

Malleus: How about you devote yourself to me?

Yuu: ...Eh.

Malleus: When you first took me in, I had originally planned to stay until I have regained my strength. However, as the days passed, the more reluctant to grew to leave you. It was then I realize how much I enjoyed your company and slowly, you become someone precious to me.

Malleus: Your presence alone has given me years' worth of happiness, and I wish for that to continue, with you as my consort.

Yuu was astonished by the proposal. Part of them was overjoyed, but another knew of the technicalities that could come with marrying a fae. And a royal one for that matter. Not to mention, Malleus is fae, meaning he has a longer lifespan than they do.

Yuu: But... you are fae and I am human...

Malleus: A union between fae and human is not unheard of.

Yuu: Yes, but between a faerie prince and human commoner...

Malleus: You are far from a common human.

Yuu: But...

Yuu find themselves being cornered into the rose hedges as Malleus close the gap between them. They shy turn their gaze as the dragon price stares at them, gently holding their hands.

Malleus: Whatever callenges we may face, we would face it together. I want you, and only you to stand by my side.

Completely enthralled by Malleus' confession, Yuu's worries begin to wash away and they eventually answered.

Yuu: You truly want to devote yourself to me?

Malleus: Yes, I do.

Yuu: Then I, too, would devote myself to you, Prince Malleus.

Satisified with each of their answers, the two lean in to exchange a kiss, sealing their vows under the starry night.

Notes: Lilia is not written inside, but just imagine him trying to give Malleus love advice any time he can and just routing for the pair behind the scenes lol.

And no, the preacher is not Rollo, unfortunately

Also, I do plan to write this into a proper fanfic featuring my Yuu-sona, but it might have to wait *damn uni assignments*

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #malleus draconia #mc/yuu #malleus × mc #malleus × yuu #malleus x reader #malleus x y/n #malleyuu #fanfiction

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Broken

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: After the Scarlet Witch destroys the Darkhold Fortress, you go to her aid. [Requested]

Word count: 3.741 || Pronouns: she/her

Warnings: fluff and angst (no more warning because spoilers)

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You felt the magical explosion before the siren on your wall started ringing. Standing up from your couch in record time - earning yourself a very displeased meow from Salem -, you make your way to the device and you almost choke as you see the location. It was not possible.

Changing your threadbare clothes for ones that would stand up to the cold with a motion of your hand, you use the other to conjure a portal, the foggy crack already letting the icy wind and snow blow into your house. Taking a deep breath, you jump to the other side, holding your body to protect yourself from the perpetual winter of Wundagore Mountain.

The Darkhold Fortress is gone, that’s the first thing you notice. The sight makes you freeze in place, watching the rubble and boulders pile up. Chthon must be so pissed off right now, you think to yourself as you make your way through that mess, looking for whatever it was that caused such a strong magical signature - and such destruction.

After a few minutes of looking, you give up using your eyes. Murmuring some words into the air, you press your hands together lightly. When you pull your palms apart again, a million dark blue dots fly around the place. You watch as they dance around before coming to a stop, clustering on a pile of pebbles a few steps away from where you are.

Making your way there, you decide to use your magic to move the rocks instead of your own hands. When what had once been the walls of the Darkhold Fortress rose above your head, your breath hitches with what you see underneath it. With red hair and clothes as scarlet as the blood that stains her entire figure, lies a woman, her shallow breathing being what surprises you the most.

Crouching down, you allow yourself to study her for a moment, watching her cuts and bruises up close, frowning when you notice something you hadn’t seen before. Underneath the parts of her skin you were able to see, you notice scarlet threads of magic running, mixing with her blood and keeping her alive somehow.

It doesn't take long for you to connect the dots after that, and you almost fall to the floor when you realize you’re standing before the most powerful witch of the century, the Scarlet Witch in flash and bones.

“We gotta get you out of here.” You murmur, not really knowing if she’s able to hear you or not. Conjuring up the most comfortable stretcher you can, you use your magic to lift the woman from the floor, carefully placing her over the stretcher. Checking that everything is alright, you walk back to the portal, the stretcher following you up close.

“We have a guest!” You announce as you’re back in your kitchen, removing your gloves and beanie. “You gotta stop playing the good witch for once in your life.” Salem says as he follows you to your room, and you let out a short laugh as you guide your magic to place the other witch comfortably over your mattress.

“I don’t see what’s wrong with that.” You argue good-natured, moving to the draws in the far corner of the room in search of some medicinal herbs. “It’s gonna get you killed.” Salem hits back somewhat impatiently, hopping on the bed with a quick jump. “It's not like it didn't happen before.” You answer playfully, giggling softly as you see the small black animal rolling his yellow eyes.

“Who’s she anyways?” He breaks the silence again, when you’re already applying the herbs to her body and muttering incantations, and you don’t stop what you’re doing as you explain to him everything you saw after you left the house.

“The Scarlet Witch.” Salem lets out in an almost disbelieving sigh, and you nod slowly. “It’s my theory.” You let him know, taking extra care on the witch’s face, where the cuts are deeper. “Can you save her?” The cat asks, taking a few steps closer to the witch laying on your bed, and you can’t help your teasing smirk. “Oh, now you want me to be the good witch?”

Salem shows his teeth in a not-at-all-amused hiss at you, making you laugh lightly as he climbs off the bed and leaves the room with silent steps. Before you can tell him you were just messing with him, soft grumbles catch your attention, and you look down at the woman again, a worried frown on your face.

“Where am I? I was supposed to be dead.” The witch murmurs with her eyes still closed, and you let out a soft chuckle. “Oh, it’s not that easy to kill a Scarlet Witch.” The sound of your voice makes her eyes snap open, green orbs meeting yours with a mixture of fear and anger in them. “Who are you? How do you know who I am?”

“I’m a witch too, I won’t hurt you.” You promise, holding your hands up on a sign of peace, but it doesn’t seem to have much of an effect. “The last witch I met tried to kill me.” She lets you know suspiciously, narrowing her eyes at you as you let out a giggle. “Yeah, some of us are like that.” You comment playfully, but noticing the woman’s expression remains harsh, you add gently, “I won’t hurt you. I was taking care of your injuries, see?”

The Scarlet Witch looks down at her own body as you point, frowning as she sees the herbs and some runes around her figure, soothing the ache and helping to close the cuts. “Why?” She asks as she brings her eyes back to yours, disbelieving. “Because I’m very nice.” You say playfully, and don’t wait for a response before you introduce yourself, “I’m Y/n, by the way.”

“I’m not sure if I can trust you.”

“Jee, that’s a big name there.” You joke, laughing softly. You had no idea, of course, that behind her eyes narrowed in disbelief, the witch was finding your demeanor quite adorable, though completely unexpected. So you avert your gaze as you clear your throat awkwardly. “Sorry, it’s, uh, it was a silly joke. I’m just tending to your wounds, really. But you’re free to go whenever you want to. You’re definitely not my prisoner.”

“Thank you.” Her soft tone surprises you a little, and you bring your eyes back to hers, smiling back as you catch her smiling too. “No problem.” You answer gently, and the both of you remain in silence as you go back to tending to her injuries.

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A few hours later, Wanda is back on her feet. You barely finished the incantations when she started to feel invigorated, growing impatient about not being allowed to move. You should've known she'd respond to your magic much better than any other witch you had taken care of. After all, she's the Scarlet Witch.

But you’re still not very certain, and you follow her out of your bedroom with cautious attention, even though she looks pretty fine as she walks, looking around with curiosity.

“Oh, our guest is up.” Says Salem as he joins you, coming from the living room. Wanda frowns in confusion as she searches for the owner of the voice, and when her eyes rest on the black cat sitting on the floor, her eyes go wide. “Your cat talks.”

“And I sing too.” His answer makes her let out a short chuckle of disbelief, and you smile as you walk towards the kitchen - which is open to the rest of the room -. “That’s Salem, My familiar." You explain, taking some items from the drawers and cabinets, and Wanda follows you, still looking at the talking cat that walks by her side. “Familiar?”

“Yeah, every witch has one.” You say as if it was obvious, but the information only makes her frown even more. “I don’t.” The redhead tells, somewhat sad, and you offer her a playful smile as you say, “You can have him if you want, I've been looking for opportunities to get rid of this ball of fur for a long time now.”

“Oh, shut up, you’d be lost without me.” Salem hits back as he jumps to the kitchen counter, and Wanda can’t help but smile at the banter. “Can I, hm… Can I pet you, mister?” She asks hesitantly, wondering if the question would be rude. “Mister?” The cat repeats the word disbelieving. “I like her.” He tells, looking at you, and making you both smile. “It’d be an honor to be pet by the great Scarlet Witch.”

Salem makes a small reverence with his right paw, and Wanda lets out a shy giggle as she starts petting his head behind his ears, smiling as he purrs in appreciation. “So… Everyone knows who I am?” The redhead asks after a while, her gaze shifting to you when you grumble with your back to them as you organize some vegetables on the sink. “Yes and no.”

“Everyone knows about the Scarlet Witch, you see?” Salem explains better, noticing the witch’s confused expression, and Wanda looks at him again to pay attention. “You’re a myth, the most worshiped witch in the magical world. But no one knows who you are. Your name and your face are a mystery to everyone.”

“I’m Wanda. Wanda Maximoff.” She introduces herself, and she could’ve sworn she saw Salem smiling. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Maximoff.” The redhead smiles softly, and the small cat rubs his head on her palm before moving away. “Y/n, I’m hungry, do something.” He demands before leaving the kitchen, and you and Wanda share a laugh.

“He’s not always like that, you know. He’s just trying to show off to you.” You tell as you bring the ingredients to the countertop and the redhead lets out a soft smile. “Or maybe it’s because you said you wanted to get rid of him.” She hits back playfully, but has to look away when you grin amusedly. Of all the witches that could’ve saved her, it had to be the most attractive girl she's ever seen. She’s in no condition to deal with that.

“I’m sorry I was rude to you before.” The redhead says with her eyes on the countertop, trying to avert her thoughts. “It’s, uh, it’s been a rough… year.” She was going to say a rough life, but she didn’t want to sound dramatic. You stop what you were doing to give her your full attention, not helping much with the thoughts she didn’t want to have.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, really. It’s an honor to help the Scarlet Witch.” You use a playful tone to make her smile, but the redhead can feel the truth behind it, so she says. “Just Wanda. I don’t… I prefer it that way.” She looks away in shame once more, playing with the dirty sleeves of her suit. “This title had me do terrible things.”

“I’m sure it’s nothing you can’t come back from.” You say gently, by her side now, your shoulder brushing against her. Wanda forces a smile, taking her time looking at you. “How can you be so sure?”

“Because that’s life isn’t it?” You say with a shrug of your shoulders. “We make mistakes, we make up for them, and then we make new mistakes.” You smile at her after you add, and Wanda is so affected by the scene that she just smiles back, unable to do anything else.

“I was about to make dinner, would you like to join me?” You break her trance as you move back to the items you were messing with a moment ago, and Wanda blinks a few times to pull herself together. She feels like a teenager, it’s ridiculous. After everything she’s done, how can she think she deserves this- no, she’s not going there again.

“Oh, no, I’m a disaster in the kitchen.” She answers finally, pushing her thoughts away as she lets out a giggle, moving her hands dismissively. “Well, it looks like a good time to learn, then.” You hit back with a smile, offering her a knife for her to chop some vegetables.

The redhead only stares at the tool for a moment before standing up to stand beside you, feeling her stomach turn in a funny way at the smile you flash her. So you start teaching her the basics of cooking, laughing at her clumsiness every time she’s about to try something new. Wanda rolls her eyes all those times, but the sound of your laughter makes her smile wider every time.

And then, cooking together, her plans of leaving as soon as she was feeling well enough are completely forgotten inside her mind.

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That first night turns into many others.

You and Salem assure Wanda that she can stay for as long as she wants to, and with every new day, she finds herself wanting not to leave at all.

You help her with her magic, telling you about things the Darkhold never showed her, about balance and protecting the cosmos, instead of destroying it. That part makes her feel much better about herself. The redhead learns about your magic as well. A healing witch, as you said. Expert in all kinds of healing, from mundane diseases to the effects of various kinds of magic - Wanda didn't even know there were that many.

But not only of studying your days are taken up with. You tend to the garden together, setting traps so that the gnomes wouldn't destroy your flowers - Wanda needed a moment to process that the creatures really existed - and pruning the branches that were disturbing the growth of some trees. You cooked together - the redhead was getting much better on that as well, and she even made you and Salem a special thank-you dinner for letting her stay. And so many other activities that made her feel at home.

Right now, the two of you are on the couch, each reading a book as Salem rests in front of the fireplace, watching the small flames. But, although she's interested in her reading, all Wanda can think about is you. You have always been so kind to her, caring for her in every way you can. Maybe it's because she's the Scarlet Witch and you feel you have to, it's true. But there's something behind your eyes when they meet hers that makes her think that maybe it's not just that.

“Do you live here alone?” She finds herself asking before she can contain it, biting the inside of her cheek. Of all the approaches, that was the dumbest one. Of course she knew you lived here alone. She’s been here for months and no one ever showed up. What the hell is wrong with her?

“Well, no. I live with Salem.” You answer, visibly confused, but before the redhead can come up with an excuse, Salem is talking. “She wants to know if you have a girlfriend, Y/n, wake up.” The cat points out, making Wanda’s eyes widen at being caught. “W-what?! No, that’s... That’s not what I was doing.”

You watch as the redhead shoves her face into the book, pretending to go back to reading it. You try to think about something to say, but your brain is short-circuited. Fortunately for you - or not -, Salem is talking again. “Oh, don’t worry, darling, she has a thing for you too. I’m actually about to suggest a bucket for how much she drools when you’re around.”

“Dude!” You complain at the exposure, throwing a pillow at him and missing the way Wanda smiles at your cheeks burning red. “What? It’s true!” The cat argues, dodging the pillow swiftly. “You two are a disaster, I’m so tired of watching it.” He grumbles with a laugh, stretching out.

“Very impatient for someone who’s centuries old.” You joke, and Wanda takes no time on adding on the same tone, “And has nine lives.”

“A cat can only handle so much.” Salem states before walking towards the nearest window. “You better have swollen lips and messed up clothes when I come back.” It’s what he says after leaving the house, leaving you and Wanda awestruck by the scene the feline had just created.

“You have one hell of a wingman there.” The redhead is the first to speak, looking at you with amusement. “Oh, totally.” You hit back on the same tone, standing up to put the book back on the shelf. “I was thinking about cat kebabs for dinner, what do you think?” You joke as you turn to face her again, watching as she lets out a giggle.

“He’s not wrong though.” Her laugh dies down to a smile that you follow as you nod your head. “He’s not.”

“So…” She starts, her cheeks rosy, and you let out a soft giggle. In silence, you walk towards her and offer your hand for her to take when you come to a stop in front of her. The redhead doesn’t hesitate to hold the hand you offered, smiling as she puts herself on her feet.

The new position has your faces closer than they’ve ever been, and it doesn’t take long for your eye to go down to her mouth. The redhead smirks when she notices it, and you can’t hold back anymore, leaning in slowly as you move your hands to each side of her face.

Wanda’s breath hitches as your lips collide with hers, her hands instinctively finding the sides of your shirt, gripping the fabric tightly to stop you from pulling away. But you wouldn’t dream of you, deepening the kiss as you slide your tongue inside her mouth, making her knees get weak.

“What about we take this to the bedroom?” You break the kiss to suggest, and the only answer you get is a smirk against your lips as the redhead kisses you again, her arms wrapping around your neck as she starts walking backward with you. You place your hands on her waist as you guide her out of the living room, stopping against a wall to press her there, kissing her more passionately than ever.

You move your lips down her jaw, but before you can do much on her skin, the front door opens with a loud thud, the wood banging against the wall due to the strength. “What the fuck...”

The question dies down in your throat when your eyes rest on the ghostly figure of the God of Chaos, the figure flickering between the form he takes on Earth - a pale humanoid face, with long horns on his forehead, and a long red cape over the metal armor that covers his body - and his true form - a hideous creature, foreign to the description of human words, with dark blue skin and frighteningly red eyes. He smirks.

“Oh, no, please. Go ahead.” The God’s voice echoes around the room, shaking your bones and making your hair stand on end. “Your days among the living have come to an end, witch, you better enjoy it while you can.”

“Stay away from her, Chthon.” You warn through gritted teeth, the blue energy dancing around your fingers as you place your body in front of Wanda’s in a protective stance. But the God of Chaos laughs. “Oh, so brave, Morgana must be proud.” He sneers. “Not so smart however, I would never get rid of my precious Scarlet Witch.”

“No…” Wanda starts when she finally realizes what he’s about to do, but it’s too late. The Chaos Magic explodes from his hand straight toward you. And as it hits you, your groan of pain burns Wanda’s ears. But only for a second, because soon after you’re disintegrated, a pile of ashes on the floor.

“No!” A scream rips out the redhead’s throat as she kneels in front of where you had stood just a second ago. “Why…” She starts to ask, but she’s unable to finish it, her vision blurred as her fingers slide through the ashes.

“Did you really think you’d go unpunished for your little stunt, my little witch?” Chthon’s voice is deadly calm as he lifts her up from the floor with his magic, invisible strengths wrapping around her neck, preventing her from breathing right. “Destroying my temple, as if it would stop me. Stupid child, you just slowed me down, nothing more.”

The God of Chaos is smirking as he eyes her, amused by her jaw clenched with rage. “I was just waiting for you to be healed, really, a broken bitch would be of no use to me. And your friend helped a lot with it, I’ll give her that.” The mention of you brings tears back to Wanda’s eyes, her heart clenching inside her chest.

“Oh, don’t cry now,” Chthon offers his fake comfort, mockery dripping from his voice. He brings one of his icy fingers up to Wanda's face to dry some tears, and the redhead would have pulled away in disgust had she not been unable to move. “We’ll have so much fun together, you won’t even have time to miss them.”

When the black dots on Wanda’s eyes were about to cover her vision completely, Chthon lets go, making her fall to the ground as she gasps for air. “Now come, child, we have plenty of fixing to do.” The God of Chaos invites, already moving towards the door, but the redhead is too blind with rage.

“No.” The witch answers with greeted teeth, standing up with difficulty, her eyes locked on his dangerously, but Chthon just smirks nonchalantly. “I don’t remember giving you a choice, my dear.” He hits back with sadistic humor before holding his hand in front of his body.

In a matter of seconds, Wanda is pulled toward him, her face fitting roughly between his fingers. “You’re mine. I’ll do with you whatever the fuck I want with you.” He warns darkly, his red eyes shining brighter. “Let’s go.”

Flames build up around the pair, and Wanda's eyes widen, desperately trying to free herself from his grip but to no avail.

“No!” Her scream is the last sound in the house before complete silence.

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