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pedropascallme · 11 months
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Stupid For You
Pairing: Din Djarin x f!Reader
Summary: “‘What do you think, kid? Do I sound like your dad?’”
Warnings: Use of gendered titles (“wife” and “mother”) but otherwise just longing and a little fluff?
AN: Read part two here
Soundtrack: Stupid For You by Waterparks
“I could bring you in warm…or I could bring you in cold…” You hopped around in Din’s old chest plate, doing your best impression of the Mandalorian as Grogu watched on, gurgling happily and reaching up for you.
“What do you think, kid? Do I sound like your dad?” You picked him up, cradling him in your arms as he continued to babble nonsense. You had finally figured out, after days of being unable to stop him from crying, that all the baby really wanted was his father. It had been an accident that you had found out, really; it just happened that Grogu had gotten himself stuck in an old pauldron, and it just happened that you really wanted to try on some of the armor for yourself, and it just happened that you had to bring the kid everywhere with you—otherwise you would end up in a ship piloted by a wild-child who enjoyed tearing apart anything he could reach with his tiny baby hands.
Din had been gone, what, four days now? Not too bad. He had been gone longer before. He often returned to the ship after a little over a week, battered and bruised, and all you had to do was make sure his son was fed and happy. You were essentially just a glorified babysitter, although sometimes you liked to think of yourself as a sort of makeshift mother; you really did love the kid. Still, the longer you spent on the Crest, the longer you cared for the child, the longer you spent time with Din, growing increasingly fond of the few words you shared with each other (including a few in what you assumed was Mando’a that you couldn’t understand. What in the fresh hell was a “mesh’la”?) you couldn’t help but…miss him?
It was stupid. You were stupid. You knew his given name, and you knew he was a Mandalorian, and you knew his freak baby was capable of a little too much. Everything else was more or less a mystery to you. He seemed to like it that way, and you weren’t really in any position to change it at all. Making any move he was uncomfortable with could result in losing your job, the one true connection to anybody else that you had. Maker, you had seen what Din could do; worst case scenario you’d end up in carbonite. And, really, what would the galaxy’s scariest bounty hunter want with a wife? Not that you were thinking that far in advance, but weren’t you?
Stupid.
The child yawned, big eyes drooping slightly as you walked him to his floating bassinet. He continued to try to keep conversation with you, small patu noises here and there.
“I hear ya,” you placed him down, “but how about we continue this conversation at a later date?” He squawked and you put your hands on your hips, jutting out your knee in an attempt to properly emulate Din. Grogu made a sound that seemed like a laugh, eyes closing slowly as he tried to fight off his drowsiness. 
“This is The Way.” You whispered to him, still trying to bring him peace of mind by pretending. You could feel that he missed his dad—guardian—whatever—every time Din went out during these long periods. And, hey, pretending to be as fearless and powerful as Din was fun for you, too. It kept you and the baby from going stir-crazy. It made you both feel a little safer when you put on the old, beat-up armor and acted like you were an unstoppable Mandalorian. Grogu’s breathing settled into a soft rhythm, signifying that he had lost his battle with sleep. You closed the top of his crib, turning on your heel.
“Is that what I sound like?”
You stopped in your tracks.
Din stood before you, still as a statue.
“W—I just—”
“I think my voice is deeper.” He walked forward, only taking a few strides before he was directly in front of you. 
“You have a modulator.” You tried your best to avoid his gaze, heat blooming in your cheeks as you had been caught in the act of imitating—mocking—your boss. Your caretaker. Roommate? Boss.
“Mm.” He stood still before reaching his arm out in front of him, a gloved hand making contact with the chest plate you were wearing. He wrapped his knuckles against it, and you felt the vibrations of the metal over your chest. You could feel your heart in your throat. He was back, without any warning, without so much as a hello, and now he was standing before you, this beautiful man without a face, making what must have been the first purposeful physical contact you two had ever had.
“Where did you find this?”
“The-the kid found it. Kept rummaging through your, uh, wardrobe…” You trailed off, unsure if that was the correct word to use for the tiny storage space on the ship that Din had the habit of throwing spare capes and old clothes in. “He likes when I wear it.” You tried to sound like you weren’t pushing down the feeling of intense humiliation.
“You’d make a good Mandalorian.” Din dropped his hand. “It looks good on you, cyare.” 
He stayed in front of you for a few moments, peering through his visor and examining you. After a few moments, he turned, walking away and up to the cockpit.
You stood where he had left you, raising a hand to where he had touched the armor you wore. 
Stupid, stupid, stupid… 
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You're playing ring around my head I wear you like a halo You're a symphony, I'm just a sour note
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galactic-magick · 10 months
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hey! can you please write something with peter quill when the guardians needs informations from a guy and his girlfriend starts flirting with him. at the end she got what she wanted but also a jealous/angry boyfriend
Starlord Charm: Peter Quill x Reader
Summary: Peter always flirts with people in front of you on missions, so you decide it’s your turn.
Words: 0.8k+
Warnings: some language
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You’ve lost count of how many missions you’ve had to witness your boyfriend’s “Starlord Charm” on people other than yourself. Flirting with people is one of his favorite tactics for getting information, and it works maybe about half the time (although he likes to insist that it works more than that). Usually you don’t mind at all, especially because you know that under the act he puts on he only has eyes for you, but lately it’s been getting particularly annoying.
He’s gotten a lot more intense and elaborate with his flirting, and it usually happens after you’ve gotten into an argument. It’s his way of messing with you and getting back at you. Sure, you could be the bigger, more mature person and just talk to him about how it makes you feel, but you’d rather have fun with it.
The next time you’re on a mission with the Guardians, you’re tracking down some dangerous weapons and trying to figure out who’s manufacturing and selling them. You really don’t have a lot to go on so far, so currently you’re looking through the archives in the largest library in the galaxy. You’ve all been at it for hours, and you haven’t found so much as a single clue or lead. Whoever it is you’re looking for, they basically don’t exist.
You stay long after dark, and eventually the librarians have to kick you out. You’re all feeling defeated and exasperated, trudging back to the ship in the city lights.
That is, until a certain symbol catches your eye.
You see the same symbol you saw on one of the weapons on the window of a store down the street, and the last employee seems to me walking out right now.
“Come with me, guys,” you say softly, running towards the man.
He watches you as you approach him, understandably on guard.
“Hey!” you wave, trying to be friendly and not scare him away. “Could you help us with something?”
“I guess so?” his eyes dart around the whole group. “I was about to go home actually-”
“Great, thank you,” you beam at him, completely disregarding the last part of what he said. “That symbol on the window, what does it mean?”
“I don’t know,” he shrugs. “I just work the closing shift, I don’t really ask questions,”
You sigh, a bit annoyed that you ran into yet another dead end. But maybe, just maybe, he just needs a little persuading.
This is your time to have a little fun.
You look Peter dead straight in the eyes, and then back at the man.
“Hey,” you get the worker’s attention again. “I’m sure you’re tired, handsome, but I could really use the information,”
Both his and Peter’s eyebrows raise at your words.
“Well, I mean, I think my boss has a deal with some company that uses that symbol,” he says. “That’s all I know, though,”
“Oh, you’re the best,” you laugh, briefly touching his arm. “Do you think we could take a look around inside to find out more?”
“I really shouldn’t let you do that-”
“Don’t you want to help us, honey? It’s important,”
“I-” his face changes color from your deep, doe-eyed stare. “I can’t let you in after hours because I’d get in huge trouble, but I can give you my boss’s information. That way you can contact the people who know about it directly,”
He transfers the data to your device instantaneously, as well as his own contact information.
“Oh, thank you!” you peck his cheek and wink at him as he walks away, “Have a good night!”
Peter’s face is still scrunched up long after you part ways with the man, and he finally breaks his silence once you all reach the ship.
“What the fuck was that?”
“I was just getting information, Peter. And I got it, didn’t I?”
“Not like that, you’re not!”
“Oh, so when you flirt with people in front of me it’s fine, but when I do it it’s a problem? That was nothing compared to what you do!”
“My charm is just part of who I am, okay? What do you want me to do, turn it off?”
“Only if you’re going to throw a fit about me turning mine on!”
He sits down with a thump, still glaring at you.
“Does it-” his face softens a bit. “Does it really bother you that much when I flirt with people on missions?”
“A little bit, yeah,” you admit. “Especially because it seems like you do it to make me mad. That’s why I wanted to make you mad back,”
“Well, it worked,” he chuckles. “Although I’m not as cute as you when I’m mad,”
“Wow,” you punch him playfully.
“C’mere,” he pulls you closer, and you sit on his lap. “If it really bothers you, I’ll tone it down, I promise. I’ll find some other way to get back at you when I’m mad at you,”
“Oh really, you’d do that for me?” you say sarcastically, rolling your eyes at his antics.
“I’m serious. I love you too much to let something like this cause problems,” he kisses the side of your head. “Besides, you’re my favorite person to flirt with,”
You smirk, succumbing to his enticements, “I better be.”
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flutteringphalanges · 11 months
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Aydith
Adam Warlock x Star Lord’s Sister/Reader
Summary: Adam and reader have a baby.
//I started working on one where the reader actually gave birth but put that on hold because I wasn’t sure if I should finish it. I may make this a series because I kinda want to explore dad!Adam more and uncle!Peter and the rest of a the Guardians as aunts and uncles. If people are interested. Anyway hope you guys enjoy! (next time I think I will do present POV and not past, but whatever lol!) EDIT: This is now a series. Here is a LINK to the master-post with links to all of the one shots.
                                             Aydith
You and your older brother, Peter, had practically grown up with Yondu and the Ravengers. Seen things, some being terrible at that. Found a new family with the Guardians. Experienced battles. War. The destruction of whole societies. Planets. But any of those old fears were nothing compared to what you were experiencing now. The heavy, nervous thumps in your heart as you stared down at the tiny being in your arms. Thumps that were equally as terrifying as this strange new feeling of overwhelming, unbridled love. 
Her skin was a brilliant shade of gold--something she had inherited from her father. What little hair she had was more so copper, but that could easily change with time. Even through her golden skin, the rosiness of her cheeks blushed like petals. And her eyes…for the past nine months you had been anticipating they would be his. But the very first time she opened them, they were the most intense shade of_____. Just like yours. She was beautiful. Far, far beyond that. She was yours. Both of yours.
“She’s so small.” Adam’s voice cut through the silence. “Is that…is she okay?”
You glanced over at him from where he sat on the edge of your bed. Everything had been a blur up until this moment. The birth had not been an easy one. A lot had happened. It was certainly unexpected. And the chance that something horrible could have come from it all was a fate no one wanted to think about. But you were safe, and more importantly she was, so in the end that was all that mattered.
“Yeah.” You assured him, watching intently as he gingerly touched one of her clenched fists. “She’s perfect, isn’t she?”
“More than anything in the entire realm of galaxies.” Adam agreed with a small smile, clearly mesmerized. “And she’s ours.”
“Yeah.” You breathed, looking at her. “She is.” Silence fell between you for a brief moment before a thought suddenly came to your mind. “Do you want to hold her?”
Adam blinked, looking at you in almost comical surprise. “I can hold her?”
It takes everything within you to keep from bursting into a fit of laughter. Being exhausted and sore helped with that. “Of course, she is your kid after all.”
“What if I…” He hesitated, glancing from you to the baby. “What if something…”
“You won’t hurt her.” You promised, wincing a little as you lean forward to place her in his arms. “They aren’t as delicate as they look. Or, at least someone told me that…”
Adam took her gently, going rigid when she let a little noise. Slowly, you watch as his posture relaxes. The way he gazed at her, watching with such intent and adoration. You never thought you could love him more until now. You couldn’t help but question what you had done to deserve them both.
“I…I thought I was going to lose you, Y/N.” Adam said quietly, finally meeting your stare once more. “Back on the ship. I really thought…” And the way his eyes have begun to water causes a swell of emotion to find you. “All of us really, and if something had…your brother would’ve never forgiven me.”
“Hey, I’m okay.” You said softly. “Both of us are.” You paused, before adding. “It’s going to take a hell of a lot more to get rid of me. We Quills are pretty resilient.”
Adam chuckled softly, stroking the top of the infant’s hand. “As I have witnessed.”
“You know, she kinda needs a name.” You reached over, lightly brushing your fingertips against the top of her head. “Any suggestions?”
He hummed thoughtfully, adjusting your daughter in his arms. “My mother’s name was Ayesha.” Adam began to talk faster as if he thought you’d interject. You wouldn’t. “I know she committed horrible acts and was not the greatest of all beings, but…she was wonderful to me and I loved her. I…can understand if you are against it, however.”
“It’s a pretty name.” You told him, giving him a smile. “My mother’s name was Meredith. I didn’t get to know her, she died when I was really young. But Peter talks about her, a lot more than he used to.”
“Meredith…” He mused, studying the baby’s face. “That is also a nice name.”
You took a moment to consider the two. One could easily be the first and the second a middle. The problem would be, in that case, which one you would call her. Suddenly an idea comes to mind, one that you hope didn’t sound too ridiculous.
“What about Aydith?”
Adam looked at you with a brow raised. “Aydith?”
“A combination of the two.” You explained, shrugging your shoulders. “We could honor them both…It doesn’t sound too funny does it?”
You watched as he glanced down at the baby, remaining silent for a moment. “Aydith…” He said slowly, as if testing out the name. “I like it. Aydith is a good name.”
You smiled softly, peering down into her little face as Adam leaned over.
“Hello, Aydith.” You whispered gently. “Welcome to the universe.”
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gentlebeardsbarngrill · 2 months
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01/26/2024 Daily OFMD Recap
TLDR; Renew As A Crew/Hoist The Ads; Cast & Crew Sightings; Queerties; Twitter Watch parties; Articles; Reasons to keep fighting; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Tonights Taika;
== Renew As A Crew / Hoist The Ads ==
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==Cast & Crew Sightings==
While the sighting hasn't occurred yet... looks like Vico Ortiz, Nathan Foad, and Con O'Neill will all be attending Galaxy Con in San Jose on August 16-18, 2024 at the San Jose Mcenery Convention Center. Tickets available now. Src: _irene_adler on IG
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One thing to note.. Chaos dad has been pretty consistent about reaching out every 3 days-ish lately.. I'm interested to see if tomorrow he shows up again. Just a theory.
== Queerties ==
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If you're down, please vote for the Queerties each day! If you want to just vote for OFMD categories, feel free to visit: TV Comedy Best TV Performance Wanna help another Taika/Rhys verse Queertie? Vote for Kaimana for Best Film Performance in Next Goal Wins!
==Twitter Watch Parties==
Sadly, today #PirateOmens came to an end, but our friend @dandeebakes is already fast at work getting other cool Watch parties together! Please send them some love!
=HuntForThePirateHome=
HuntForThePirateHome Watch Party Starts Sunday Jan 28 at 3 PM EST, 12 PT, 8 PM GMT. Hashtags for that event are:
#HuntForThePirateHome
#AdoptOurCrew
#SaveOFMD
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Thank you to @blueberreads for catching these trends on twitter during the Pirate Omens watch, definitely kept engagement up.
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==LubeAsACrew==
#LubeAsACrew is back on 1/31/24 at 4PM PT, 1PM ET. Next up are S1 Episodes 5, 6, 7.
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== How To Help ==
How To Help Save OFMD Task List - US How to Help Save OFMD Task List - Outside US
==Articles==
15 Things We’ll Miss About ‘Our Flag Means Death’
2024’s Canceled Shows, for Your Final Consideration
Relisting The Guardian's article from yesterday because they've opened comments, and it can help with engagement so feel free to comment on it now!
Also, @itsmfgames Has been kind enough to be keeping up a running list of Articles about the campaigns -- so if you have the time and want to go catch up on some articles, please checkout the guide below and visit this google doc for the list! It's been added to the Daily Renewal List for both US and Outside-US, so feel free to check it out there as needed.
== Reasons to Keep Fighting ==
Throwing in some great points from our tumblr folks regarding the cancellation that really helped me feel pumped today.
@celluloidbroomcloset's Our Flag Means Death was cancelled because it’s gay.
@queerly-autistic's break down on why Not All Fan Campaigns Are The Same.
@saltpepperbeard's reasoning for Clinging Onto Hope
@tulipseason's lovely reasons The Show Is Irreplaceable
== Love Notes ==
Alright lovelies. I have so many words to say about how great you all are, how much I love you (and I'm sure you're tired of hearing them), but I went back to work today after 7 days of being sick and now my brain is mush. So instead I'm going to put the text of one of my son's books in here because I think every one of us should feel loved like we were when we were 5.
On The Night You Were Born - By Nancy Tillman On the night you were born, the moon smiled with such wonder that the stars peeked in to see you and the night wind whispered, “Life will never be the same.” Because there had never been anyone like you… ever in the world. So enchanted with you were the wind and the rain, that they whispered the sound of your wonderful name. It sailed through the farmland High on the breeze… Over the ocean… And through the trees… Until everyone heard it and everyone knew of the one and only ever you. Not once had there been such eyes, such a nose, such silly, wiggly, wonderful toes. When the polar bears heard, they danced until dawn. From faraway places, the geese flew home. The moon stayed up until morning next day. And none of the ladybugs flew away. So whenever you doubt just how special you are and you wonder who loves you, how much and how far,  Listen for geese honking high in the sky. (They’re singing a song to remember you by.) Or notice the bears asleep at the zoo. (It’s because they’ve been dancing all night for you!) Or drift off to sleep to the sound of the wind. (Listen closely… it’s whispering your name again!) If the moon stays up until morning one day, or a ladybug lands and decides to stay, or a little bird sits at your window awhile, it’s because they’re all hoping to see you smile… For never before in story or rhyme (not even once upon a time) has the world ever known a you, my friend, and it never will, not ever again… Heaven blew every trumpet And played every horn On the wonderful, marvelous Night you were born
== Daily Darby / Tonights Taika ==
The gifs today are courtesy of our lovely @ofmd-ann who blesses us every day with gifs that make me swoon. Darby / Taika
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Warning to all you gif makers, I'm gonna be bugging the crap out of you soon for permission to share on these recaps :P -- feel free to say no!
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loveloki555 · 6 months
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Why Thor: Ragnarok is remake and doesn't fit to other movies of Thor
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I will talking only about chronology in this post. Hela shows ''true history'' of Asgard. Well, but we have one problem. We watched Thor and Thor: Dark World. This both movies are the denial of Hela's words.
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The frescoes show the winning couple. Odin and his daughter conquering the world. Look at Odin. A white, senile beard… interesting… because we saw what Odin looked like over a thousand years earlier at the time of Loki's birth.
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Here later with both sons.
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And here as King of Asgard when Thor and Loki are grown men.
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The war with Jotunheim was in 965 AD.
And Odin looked completely different at that time than he did in 2011-2013.
Next thing… is the case of Borr and the war with Malekith.
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5,000 thousand years ago, Borr was still the king of Asgard and fought against the Dark Elves. Interesting thing, his heir is not with him. Odin is not present during this key battle. He seems to truly believe that his father defeated Malekith.
Why isn't Odin present during this battle? We have two options… and they are related to age. Either Odin was too young to fight battles (Asgardians do not have children during battle, Mr. Taika Waititi! If Loki saw that scene with his mother, he would tear your head off!) or he was a very young man who was just old enough to be regent during his father's absence… which would make him roughly the age of Thor and Loki in Thor (2011).
However, both situations quite exclude the possibility of Odin being an old man with an unstoppable desire for power and an adult daughter.
Even assuming that Borr died quickly after this battle and Odin already had a teenage/adolescent daughter… that still doesn't fill the gaps. Because Odin was not the old man shown in the frescoes. And if he had access to the fountain of youth, he would use it again rather than allow Hela to be released?
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Failure to solve the problem of Hela also puts the events in Thor 1 in a strange twist. Odin actually believes that it's time for Thor to be king. Why? He put off Odinsleep, Frigga really thought he might not wake up from this. He probably also realized that his strength was weakening. And… he didn't tell any of his sons… when I die, your bloodthirsty half-sister will suddenly appear and want to kill you? What kind of ruler does this?
My conclusion : Thor Ragnarok is remake.
We see the actual history of Asgard… up to 2015… where Age of Ultron still honors this timeline.
Overall timeline of Thor 1, Avengers, Thor Dark World, (in the meantime movies related to Avengers like Winter Soldier or Iron Man 3) and Avengers: Age of Ultron. After that, we never see any further events. I would also like to point out that Thanos in Guardians of Galaxy and Thanos from Infinity War are two different characters. The last time we see Thanos from Guardians of Galaxy is in the scene with the gauntlet at the end of Age of Ultron. Thanos in Infinity War is nothing like the previous Thanos.
Well, Thor is probably still looking for those stones, and Loki is preparing a surprise for Thanos in their universe.
The further timeline, starting with Ragnarok, has completely different events and one could even say a different universe.
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theerurishipper · 5 months
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Gotta appreciate how the Paris special is being consistent with Ladybug not giving any emotional support back to Cat Noir in their partnership.
He is instantly supporting her the moment she starts freaking out again while he was now forced to Cataclysm the SECOND person in one day and that being his own evil alternate self. Both Monarch and Claw Noir forced Cat Noir to cataclysm them because their both suicidal wrecks.
One would think at one point Marinette would even just ATTEMPT at trying to give Cat some kind of emotional support in what he's constantly going through. But no I guess?
Ladybug never ever gives any support back in return besides the barest minimum she absolutely HAS to while constantly being showered in his support.
Man, she's just a bad partner at this point. And leader. And guardian. And friend too. Why is she being characterized like that, how am I supposed to NOT call this out for the awfully one-sided dynamic this is? Of course Adrien by the s5 finale ended up fearing his one powers and emotions so badly that he gave himself up because of the nightmares and his circumstances. He can't ask Ladybug for help in anything and Marinette is out here not reacting accordingly as a partner should to the most obvious fucking problems Cat Noir could have in front of her eyes!
Why does she apparently need an invitation and 30 pages essay of explicitly explained proof that Cat after having been forced to cataclysm Monarch and Claw Noir MIGHT for once actually need the emotional support from his friend, partner, leader and guardian!
Who could have fucking guessed! Oh wait everyone with a braincell could and SHOULD be able to figure that, then why is Marinette Galaxy brain Dupain-Cheng STILL doing nothing in this dynamic besides receiving??
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At this point, I've honestly just given up on expecting that the writers will ever allow Marinette to return the support Chat Noir gives her. He literally just got back from being forced to Cataclysm someone and had it happen again, and we didn't even a get a little enquiry from her asking if he was alright. She saw that he was horrified, she herself was horrified, but not even a second was spared to ask him if he was okay after that. And yet, he gives her a pep talk when she breaks down again (this is the second time tonight) and supports her through it again. And true enough, he couldn't overcome this issue, and guess who spent the finale locked in a white room because he got no support from anyone for anything?
Shadybug and Claw Noir post-redemption are probably gonna have a healthier relationship than main universe Ladynoir atp. I almost wish we could just watch their relationship develop instead.
Thank you for your ask!
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sserpente · 11 months
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A/N: Request from @vampirexsoldier​ and based on an idea I got watching the new Guardians of the Galaxy movie. Enjoy, everyone!
Words: 3412 Warnings: vampire!Reader, blood, feeding, burns/fire
“That’s a terrible idea! What if she finds out?” Peter Quill bellowed with utter outrage in his voice.
Gamora’s proposal wasn’t entirely bad. The question as to How do you keep a dangerous vampire—you—who could lash out and kill everyone in seconds in check? had hung in the air unanswered until Gamora chuckled and spoke up. “You make her fall in love, how else?”
And because it was rather unlikely anyone was up for the task or even emotionally available for that matter, everyone’s eyes promptly travelled over to Mantis. She shrugged with her eyes widened.
“Okay, even if that works… who do you want to make her fall in love with? I don’t volunteer, I don’t wanna end up as Dracula’s supper!”
“Who’s Dracula?” Drax asked. Quill rolled his eyes.
Surprisingly though, it was Thor who spoke up next, a sly grin playing on his lips. “My brother.”
“Your brother is Dracula?”
“What? No. That’s not what I meant.”
“Loki? You wanna make her fall in love with the guy who almost took over Earth a few years ago? That’s not a recipe for chaos, that’s a recipe for disaster,” Quill said.
“Loki’s changed since then, Quill. And I think… I think having someone infatuated with him will do him good. Besides, I think she is his type for him to help keep up the act. She’s quite… mean.”
Gamora chuckled once more. “He won’t like that if he finds out though.”
“Are you serious? You’re seriously gonna do this?” Quill threw his hands.
“I am Groot!”
Thor’s eyes widened. “He’s what?”
“Right behind you, you oaf.” Loki’s voice slid through the air like one of his daggers and instantly, the room fell silent. Even Nebula who had elected not to partake in the conversation at all looked up to see what would happen next.
“Loki!” Thor called out innocently, turning on his heel to face him. Everyone in the room could tell that Loki’s hand must have been itching to wipe that shit-eating grin from Thor’s face.
“You heard everything we said, didn’t you?” the God of Thunder asked then.
“That I did.” He was calm. Perhaps a little too calm, even.
“So… so what do you think?”
“I think you’ve lost your mind but that’s not new.”
“Loki, please. If… I mean, if she tries anything, we’ll know you’re strong enough to defend yourself.”
“She’s like a ticking time bomb and until we can rule out she doesn’t work with the enemy, we have to… keep her at bay,” Gamora added matter-of-factly.
“I agree with my sister. She’s dangerous.”
Loki let his gaze wander over the others. Then, he sighed. “Fine. But you…” He pointed at Mantis who flinched in response. “…You lift that magic as soon as we’re off this ship.”
Thor patted his brother on the shoulder when she started nodding frantically.
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“You’re staring, Trickster.” Your feet were crossed and propped up on the dashboard, careful not to press any buttons and turn off autopilot or something silly like that. You’d been engrossed in a journal Quill and Nebula had picked up from that abandoned spaceship. “Still don’t trust me?”
Technically, they didn’t want you to read it. They didn’t trust you. You couldn’t blame them really. While none of their suspicions about you were true, for you certainly wouldn’t work for someone who called himself Kang, they were right to fear you at least.
People had messed with you too much in the past. It had changed you—you, and your morals. Taking a life here and there and draining someone of their blood to guarantee your own survival might not have been noble but sometimes necessary. Besides, it was hilarious to watch people cower before you.
Looking up from the journal, you met Loki’s blue gaze observing you curiously, and tilted your head.
“Trust is for dogs.”
You’d rather not go into the story of how you ended up on the Guardians of the Galaxy’s spaceship in the first place but they were a means to an end. You needed to get far away from those disgusting demon poachers who had wanted to harvest your fangs as if you were a chicken laying eggs.
In return, you’d offered them your help with whatever it was they were planning on doing against Kang. Loki was by far the one who trusted you the least. It was funny, really. He was outrageously hot and his smile, albeit sarcastic and snarky most of the time, had—metaphorically speaking—pierced your heart with an arrow.
Falling in love sounded so ridiculous you hadn’t properly considered it yet. You were a vampire for heaven’s sake. You didn’t fall in love. If anything, you experienced physical attraction and that all too familiar throbbing right between your legs when you imagined your fangs buried in Loki’s neck all the while his cock was buried in you. You’d simply ignore how your heart jumped every time he entered the room.
Loki was walking on very thin ice today. He had recently, so you’d learned, been affiliated with some sort of time police. In some universes… multiverses (to be quite frank you still couldn’t exactly wrap your head around it all) it was Kang who was in charge of this so-called TVA, in others, they were doing everything they could to stop him.
It was a fight you were not about to get involved in any more than necessary but you had to admit, you more than just liked the formal attire he wore whenever he went back there with the help of these silly little time doors.
You’d been dancing around each other for weeks at this point and while the others steered clear of you as best as they could, Loki seemed to somehow always be around you, watching you—probably expecting that as soon as he turned his back on you, you’d go running to Kang or something like that. That, or you’d jump on his back and rip out his throat with your fangs because food was a rarity in the middle of space.
“I can’t say I’m a huge fan of dogs—being a blood-sucking creature of the night and all.”
You had indeed not fed in a while and it was starting to give you quite vivid and filthy daydreams with Loki. The number of positions you had already imagined while you were feeding on him would have had Aphrodite herself blush.
“Right. We’ll be landing on a planet called Solaris tomorrow. Mobius suspects a Kang Variant has taken precedence there.”
“You almost say that like you think I care.”
Loki rolled his eyes. “Your skills are amenable. We’ll need you in this fight.”
“Really? You expect me to focus on a fight when you’ll be wearing that? All I can think about is how much I want to grab you by that tie, pull you down to me and kiss you senseless until you beg me to… well.” You winked at him.
Loki swallowed thickly. Taken aback, perhaps, that you so brazenly flirted with him or simply wary of the fact it was a vampire of all beings who was attempting to seduce him.
He opened his mouth but then closed it again without having said anything, making you chuckle triumphantly. “You’re cute when you don’t know what to say. I bet that doesn’t happen a lot.”
His eyes narrowed.
“I mean it, Loki. You’re one attractive god. If I was religious, I’d worship you over Thor anytime.”
The smile he gave you in response didn’t quite reach his eyes. It wasn’t full of suspicion as usual but it wasn’t sarcastic or mischievous either. In fact… you figured it was actually a little sad. Why you practically admitting to him that you’d fall to your knees for him elicited that kind of emotion from him though, you weren’t quite sure.
Perhaps it was for the best. As long as you couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that your heart demanded more from Loki than just his blood and his body yourself, focusing on lust and physical desire was your best bet.
With one final smirk, you returned to reading the journal. Loki made it a point not to leave the room and to instead watch you like a hawk.
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And here you were now, part of a fight you had wanted to stay away from. But a promise was a promise and you had honour—you’d keep your word, if anything because that meant you got to spend more time with Loki.
Solaris was lovely. Lovelier than Earth in many aspects but then again, food was scarce and most beings on his planet were, well… inedible. It left you a little hungrier than you would have liked given the current circumstances. Plus, Loki’s throat began to look more and more delicious with every passing second.
Loki’s mysterious TVA friend had been right though. Kang—or at least, one of his many Variants—was here. He was every last bit as annoying as your involuntary travel companions had made him out to be, obsessed with ruling the multiverse and time and bla bla bla. You had to resist the urge to roll your eyes as he made you all listen to his grand plan, no doubt an entertaining stalling method for him before he’d strike. You understood him in that regard, at least. Playing with your prey before the killing blow was fun. As a vampire, you’d know.
“I knew you’d come,” Kang finally concluded after a while. “Of course, I wasn’t sure which Variants of you I’d encounter but I must admit the selection is quite disappointing.”
“Oh yeah? Well, you know what, you’re disappointing too,” Quill snapped with his gun pointed at Kang.
“I’m sure—because I’m not the Kang you were hoping to put an end to. You see, I’m always a step ahead. All of my Variants are, in fact. I volunteered to take care of you.”
“Can we kill him now?” Drax uttered. His comment earned him an eye roll from both Nebula and Gamora, followed by an angry “I am Groot”—whatever the hell that was supposed to mean.
“Let’s get this over with,” Rocket added.
“I agree. It might be best to do it quickly and painlessly.” Then, much to your surprise, Kang’s cold gaze fell on you.
“You’re the vampire. I’ve heard of you. It’s quite hilarious how you end up with the infamous God of Mischief in almost every universe.” What the actual fuck. “Or have you chosen Thor instead here?”
You blinked, too stunned to speak for a second. Thor wasn’t your type at all, you had made that pretty clear to Loki, and only recently too.
“You could truly be so much more though. Why would you want to waste away with these self-proclaimed gods? I can assure you that joining me would give your eternal life a much greater purpose.”
“Yeah, go ahead and provoke her,” Quill interrupted, “She’ll rip your throat out before you can say ‘time’!”
“I’d rather gauge my own eyes out,” you added, for once agreeing with the snarky Star Lord.
“Ah, I see… you like him. Well, it wouldn’t truly be a loss, you see. I can always get a new Loki for you. One that is more… compliant.”
“Go to hell.”
“Shame. I’ll have to kill you too then. Let me start with you, actually. It will make this unpleasant fight so much less messy.”
Time to bare your fangs. You could practically feel your eyes turning red, those pointy teeth forcing their way out of your gums to become a deadly weapon. You could feel Loki’s eyes on you when it happened. Curiosity mixed with fascination and vigilance made for a delicious combination. But there was no time to swoon over him now. Not when you began to realise what Kang—calm and irksomely collected—was doing.
Fiddling with the time manipulation device on his wrist, the noise it caused was deafening. It was like the sky above you was screaming in agony as the stars moved and the moon retreated. He was speeding up time, speeding up the night… and you were out in the open, with nowhere to retreat and escape from the deadly sunrays about to dig their hot claws into your flesh.
You shrieked when the first beam hit your skin. Panic set in quickly the very moment you smelled the smoke coming from your own body, the excruciating pain that felt like falling headfirst into an active volcano.
All hell broke loose around you with both the Guardians and the two Asgardian gods breaking into a fight all the while you frantically, desperately looked around for cover, somewhere to hide. You had approximately thirty more seconds before you’d burst up in flames like a phoenix and turn to ashes—only that unlike a phoenix, you wouldn’t be reborn.
“Loki, get her out of here!” you heard Thor roar.
There. A tent. You doubted the thin ceiling made entirely of fabric would protect you for long but it would have to do. So you ran, faster than any human eye would be able to witness, abandoning the group you had promised to help.
Instead, you assessed the damage done. Grunting in pain, you eyed the burns on every inch of exposed skin. Your body was fighting it, pumping both blood and adrenaline through your system determinedly to heal you—but with the lack of nutrition lately, you soon realised that you were too weak. And then, everything around went black and someone caught you in their arms.
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When you came to, you tasted blood.
“Drink. Don’t stop.” Loki. Demanding and stern, pressing his wrist against your lips. Your eyes—undoubtedly red—flattered open, a surprised sound escaping your throat. Loki’s blood tasted heavenly. Warm and sweet and salty all at the same time, it felt like you were feasting on freshly harvested honey.
Your body welcomed the feeding with open arms, demanding more and more as it slowly regained the strength it needed to properly start the healing process of your skin. You could feel it tingle and itch with every drop of blood you swallowed until you were strong enough to wrap your hands around Loki’s lower arm to pull him even closer to your face.
He was behind you, you only realised then. Your head was resting on his lap as he was kneeling on the floor, his thighs supporting your head. Fuck, you didn’t want this moment to end, ever, and for some reason, this felt even more intimate than the idea of simply fucking him while your fangs were buried deep in his flesh.
He’s saving your life, a know-it-all voice in your head whispered. That’s why.
Eventually, Loki pulled his wrist away. You licked your lips, slowly becoming more aware of your surroundings. You were back on the spaceship and the atmosphere was, quite frankly, grim.
“What happened?” you croaked, feeling several pairs of eyes on you. “Did somebody die?”
“Kang’s gone. Dead, we killed him,” Quill explained briefly and to the point.
He didn’t need to elaborate. It was a bittersweet victory—after all, there were hundreds of more dangerous Kang Variants out there and it seemed as if this one had merely served as a distraction from the real deal. What was it he had said? Somehow, you ended up with Loki in every universe? What did that even mean? In what way?
“Great. I’m going to take a shower then,” you announced. With as much grace and pride as you could muster after almost dying before all of their eyes, you climbed to your feet and strutted away, turning around the corner to get to one of the small bathroom units that came with surprisingly modern showers.
“Why did you do it?” you heard Thor ask Loki quietly once you were out of sight. You could have been mistaken but it almost seemed like there was a slight smirk in his voice. You lifted your head and froze, tuning in on the conversation. In any case, you’d like to know the answer to that question as well, after all, Loki had always been the one person on his damn spaceship trusting you the least. You surely were hoping you had now proved to him that you did not, in fact, work with Kang—in any universe for that matter.
“She was dying, Thor, and quite frankly, none of you even considered making a move and offering her blood.”
“That can’t be the only reason. Has it got something to do with what Mantis did to her? Did she… did she grow on you a little?”
“But…” Mantis started at that very moment. She was instantly cut off by Loki’s scoff.
“You keep forgetting the very people we both grew up with consider my true nature a monster too.”
“What, so you did it out of solidarity among monsters?” Quill intervened. You rolled your eyes. But what was that Thor had said? What Mantis had done to you? What did she do to you?
“But I…” Mantis started once more. Again, her words fell on deaf ears.
“You’d do well to watch your tongue, Star Lord.”
“Hey!” Mantis finally screeched. Silence. Now they were listening to her. “I haven’t made her fall in love with Loki yet! I couldn’t do it while she was awake and I’ve never seen her sleep before!”
Made her fall in love with Loki. Her words rang in your ear, floating around and repeating themselves over and over like a poltergeist in your head. Made her fall in love with Loki. They had been planning on doing that? Why? To keep you at bay, to keep you controlled? Love was a powerful instrument and that… that was foul. It was vile and outrageous, it was…
“What… what do you mean by you haven’t done it yet?” you heard Loki ask. So he’d been in on it as well.
You growled, turning on your heel to get rid of your leather trousers which were ruined now due to the sun scourging your skin.
“If you didn’t manipulate her emotions yet, then why is she constantly…”
Unfortunately, you were still a little too dizzy to do so. You took the shower curtain down with you as you slipped on the wet tiles, making them all aware of your presence again and unfortunately ending their conversation in the process.
But you were still able to figure out the rest of Loki’s unfinished sentence. He was wondering. Realising, even, perhaps, that all those things you had told him… that you found him attractive, cute, that you wanted to do such deliciously filthy things with him… you had meant them.
And perhaps—just perhaps—that was a little too much for him to bear. You could only imagine the confused looks on the others’ faces.
“If you’ll excuse me,” you finally heard him say. You didn’t even notice you were still cowering on the bathroom floor, leaning against the wall. When Loki entered the bathroom, he helped you up without a moment of hesitation, ignoring your weak protest as he did.
But then, the very second your eyes met, he knew. “You heard it.”
“Every damn word. You’re all insane if you thought that would work.”
“They thought it did. I thought it did.”
So that was why his expression was always so… so sad whenever you flirted with him. He must have thought you’d done it only because of Mantis and it had left him… disappointed? Realising this, it was hard to feel anger toward him. The others, yes. But not him. So instead, you said, “Thank you, Loki. You saved my life today. I’m in your debt—and trust me when I say that having a vampire in your debt is power on another level.” You just about managed to wink before another wave of dizziness made you stumble. The God of Mischief instantly wrapped his arms around you to steady you.
“Do you believe me now then?”
Loki smirked, returning the wink. “Yes, pet. I believe you now.”
“Then that’s your cue to kiss me, Trickster, ideally before I pass out again.”
You knew the moment his soft lips connected with yours that you would gladly pass out again if only that meant you’d feel that gorgeous mouth on you forever though.
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charnelhouse · 2 years
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like a relaxing holiday
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Pairing: Thor x F!Reader Wordcount: 1.2+K Warnings: beach sex. mentions of hair. implied breeding vibes. fluff. Summary: Maybe, they can finally rest.
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“That tickles,” she huffed as Thor scraped his beard across her bare shoulder. 
His lips descended onto her lower back - peppering kisses along her spine. The ends of his hair caressed her skin, and she shivered. “I like the effect,” he hummed as he continued to stroke the flesh available to him, fingers dancing along the shape of her.
They settled into another warm silence. The twin suns beat down upon them as they lounged naked by the platinum ocean. It was silver-blue - the same color as liquid mercury. The Guardians had opted to take the beach on the other side of the island after Thor had loudly declared that he’d be “having non-stop sex until the next morning.” 
“Come watch if you want a lesson in the art of love-making,” he declared. “I know Quill could use the pointers.”
“Absolutely not,” she growled. “If you keep advertising our sex life, I’m making you room with Drax.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“I would, and Quill will room with me.”
“Awesome.”
“Shut up, Peter.”
“Is it weird?”
He lifted his head. “Is what weird?”
“Doing nothing?”
“It’s a holiday,” he reminded. He braced his weight above her, and she could feel the blunt tip of his cock against her ass. He had been insatiable since they’d landed, which wasn’t all that different from how he was on the ship. She felt him guide his length between the cleft of her rear, his hips seesawing lazily. The act was intimate. There was a sensual desperation in the way he enjoyed rubbing himself against her body, gluing his skin to her skin even when he wasn’t buried inside her. “We are supposed to do nothing.” He cleared his throat before adding. “In addition to a disturbing amount of lovemaking.”
“Perv,” she giggled before grinding back against him. He groaned, his forehead dropping against the middle of her back, his lips catching the sand stuck to her skin. 
“What do you expect?” he muttered as the blunt, hot press of his cockhead began to breach her. “Two fertility gods,” he inhaled sharply, drawing back just an inch before sinking into her cunt in one long, deliberate stroke. Her fingers curled into the purple sand, and she shoved her face into her towel, muffling the cry spinning in her throat. “We thrive on fucking,” he finished.
With his bicep wrapped around her chest, he hauled her up, so her back was against his sternum. He flattened his other palm to the towel in order to leverage his heft before he began to rock into her. Her fingers found his braid, scraping his scalp. She grunted at the stretch of his cock that always left her feeling bruised and achy regardless of how many times they’d had sex already. He was salty and slick with sweat and smelled so much like the sea that lapped at the coast only feet from them. He also smelled like man - just ripe muscles and tender flesh as he tightened his grip on her, his nose in her hair as he mumbled dirty praise. 
“Do you understand how fucking tight your cunt is?”
“Wettest in the galaxy.”
“I’m going to lick myself out of you when I’m done stuffing you full of seed.”
Gods. 
He was so blunt.
The steel band of his arm left her chest so he could slide his hand up and grasp her throat. He jerked it back for a fierce kiss, his tongue parting the swell of her lips and plunging deep, mimicking the demanding pump of his hips against her ass. 
She was already sore. She was chafed, sun-dazed, and a bit dizzy, but she could feel the budding root of her climax. Fuck, he could make her come like no other. “Lift your ass,” he commanded, and she did, abruptly changing the angle as he continued to thrust down into her. His hand left her throat, and he slipped it beneath them, fingers finding her damp curls and plucking insistently at the nub at the peak of her sex.
“Oh shit,” she cursed - her lower muscles bearing down, her cunt contracting sharply around the drag of his cock. He was scorching hot - a damn sunburn- searing through her and making her spread herself for him. He was opening her up - stretching her obscenely.
“Come,” he whispered, nipping her ear. “Come for me.”
It wasn’t even the fact that his hand was so possessively cupping her pussy as he fucked it. It wasn’t how each snap of his hips hit something tender within the cradle of her pelvis. 
It was the noises he was making - those feral, low grunts of hunger and desire and her God falling to pieces at the feeling of her body wrapped snug around his. 
His fingers played her, rolling the bead of her clit through her soaked curls, tracing the line of her folds as he shoved her over the edge. She could feel him hiding his face in her shoulder, their bodies moving together like a well-oiled machine of constants and learned behavior. 
You and me. A thousand years. 
“Fuck,” he snarled as she clenched around him. He was throbbing and swollen as he claimed her in shorter, desperate strokes. She reached behind, slipping her fingers into his hair and fisting it. 
“Thor,” she breathed - letting her walls flutter around him, tightening up. It was too much. The almost painful stab of his cock inside her was bleeding into pleasure. “C’mon,” she encouraged. “Please...” 
“You want it?” His voice was husky, tipping right over the peak. “Tell me you fucking want it, my love.”
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Yes.”
He gripped her waist, his hands unyielding and harsh, his pace clumsy as he finally buried himself as far as he could reach. Maybe - further. Maybe - he momentarily blended with her own body, crept into her bones, permeated her skin, and swallowed her breath. She felt his release as it filled her. There was the warm burst of it flooding her womb, his hips jerking the last of his release. He lost his balance and collapsed on top of her, thoroughly pinning her to the sand-coated towel.
She didn’t mind it. She could handle the weight of him even if he was crushing her lungs. He was still inside her, his cock softening as he slowly rutted against her ass with a few last, short thrusts. He’d gone out of his way to keep her crammed full of his spend the entire weekend, and she idly wondered if it would take. 
They hadn’t planned it. They hadn’t really discussed it. It was just an unspoken agreement. Fertility gods and all. They fucked like rabbits beyond this, but now she was certain. She wanted that glinting dream of a child - a family. 
They could return to New Asgard. Thor could help Val with politics and diplomacy. She could occasionally go out on a mission since Fury was still calling them to ask for aid if they could give it. 
“If I die underneath you, it’s going to be very embarrassing,” she finally wheezed. Thor started and immediately lifted himself off her, rolling to the side and kicking up sand. 
“Sorry! Sorry!” He apologized, stroking his palm down her back, squeezing her hip. “Are you alright?” He dragged a shaky hand through his tangled hair. “That-that was Valhalla itself! I think I went temporarily blind.”
She snorted. “You’re such a nerd.”
He swatted her ass, and she yelped, punching him in the shoulder. He winced, but his eyes were still star-bright, glittering within the backdrop of their soft, warm paradise.
Then there was silence aside from the crash of the waves against the beach and the faraway call of birds. He stared at her for a moment, his hand gripping the nape of her neck, his thumb rubbing soothing circles behind her ear. She knew what he was trying to communicate. His eyes drifted down to where she rested on her stomach. 
When he smiled at her, it was so full of adoration that it made something burn behind her nose. She blinked it away, finding his hand and threading their fingers together. She lifted his knuckles to her mouth and kissed them.
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antianakin · 9 months
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It's really interesting to think about an AU where Anakin survives ROTJ and this sticks Luke with the responsibility of being his caretaker/guardian in order to spare Anakin from being imprisoned or executed, and how this would impact Luke's ability to build a Jedi school.
Because there's still a few Jedi that might yet be alive by the end of ROTJ in some way or another. Quinlan, Cal, Ezra, all of whom have been personally victimized and hurt by Anakin and will never trust him again and probably never want to be near him again. Luke's going to have a hard time getting anybody to trust him with Force Sensitive children when doing so kind-of automatically has to go hand in hand with trusting Darth Vader with Force Sensitive children. There's literally an entire organization that we know about now that was explicitly there to help rescue and hide Force Sensitive children and their families from the Empire. It was a known thing that the Empire would hunt down and kill any and all Force Sensitive children, so I don't truly see any parents with a Force Sensitive child of their own being willing to give up their child to Luke when he's got a skulking monster of death and destruction hovering over his shoulder at all times.
It'd be interesting to have to see someone else rise up and build a different school, one without Luke's unfortunate hanger on, one Luke can't even GO TO because no one will accept Anakin Skywalker being allowed anywhere near Jedi or Force Sensitive children ever again. No survivor of Order 66 wants to come within a solar system of him if they can help it. I can't even see LEIA being that comfortable around Luke anymore when she has to deal with being around Darth Vader in order to do it.
Which puts Luke in such a hard position because protecting his father means losing all connection to other Jedi and Force Sensitive communities, it means never being able to build a school the way he may have thought he would. He's completely stuck: either he chooses to be a part of the Jedi communities and leaves Anakin to the consequences of his choices for the last 20 years even if that ends up being fatal, or he protects Anakin at the cost of having to spend his life alone until Anakin dies of old age. Which family is more important, which connection will he regret losing more in the long-term?
And it's so interesting to just think about Luke having to live with the consequences of choosing Anakin, of choosing to protect his father because no one else will. And he's not necessarily even being selfish about it, there might be other Jedi who can create a school, like Cal or Ezra or even Ahsoka or Quinlan, and create a community and safe haven for Force Sensitive children. So he's not going dark, he's not hurting other people for Anakin's sake, but this isn't the life Luke wanted. This isn't how Luke thought being a Jedi would be like. How does this impact his relationship with Anakin in the long run? Is he even able to truly build one? How often does he regret it and consider just... leaving Anakin for the New Republic to deal with however they see fit? How often does he have to beat back the resentment at his situation, the impossible position that being Anakin Skywalker's son has put him in? Because at the end of the day, he'll never abandon Anakin because he does truly love his father, but sometimes he really wishes he were the kind of person who could or would.
Luke wants to go out and help people in the galaxy the way a Jedi should, he wants to help Han and Leia build the New Republic, he wants to help the other Jedi rebuild the Order, but he CAN'T. Because the single job he now has is taking care of and watching over Anakin. That's it.
And whenever Anakin does die, however it ends up happening, Luke is sad of course, but a large part of him is also just relieved. It's like a weight's been lifted off of his shoulders, he's been freed from the shackles of his heritage. And he can finally become the Jedi he was always meant to be, he can finally join that family that he had so long been denied.
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mackjlee9 · 8 months
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Adam Warlock x Male!Reader [Fluff]
Warning; I don't know anything about gotg's story at all, I'm just going off from the third movie, so probably ooc!adam and/or canon divergence.
Masterlist.
Guardians of the Galaxy Vol.3
(M/n) took a sip of water from his cup, his (e/c) eyes looking around briefly every few seconds, but always finding their way back to him.
He observed him wrapped in the blanket, silently looking around Knowhere just like he had been doing, but he was paying attention to the small details around him, unlike (M/n) who simply couldn't stop staring. He didn't know why, but something about the golden boy was... Magnetic. Mesmerizing even.
Probably because he was a Sovereign, which made them perfect, so it made sense that he found himself staring shamelessly at him, at least, he was hiding in the shadows of the still-standing structure so no one could see him properly, or he hoped so.
He watched how Kraglin approached the golden boy, and he leaned closer to hear the possible conversation they were gonna have. He poured water into the cup from the bottle in his hands before handing it to him, who gently grabbed it.
"What's your name?" His gold eyes looked up at Kraglin, who stood in front of him, waiting for his answer.
"Adam," (M/n) sighed and blinked a few times, saying his name over and over again in his mind, as if he was afraid he'll forget. For a moment, he thought nothing of their interaction, but then he made eye contact with Kraglin, who winked at him... And knew he got found out.
He turned around on the column he was leaning his side on, and pressed his back to it, sliding down until he was sitting on the dirty floor. Sometimes he hated how easily Kraglin could read him, despite his grumpy expression 24/7, Kraglin was just very perceptive when it came to him and his true feelings and intentions.
After a few seconds of him covering his face in embarrassment, he leaned over the side of the column, looking at him as he drank some water.
"Adam..." The blond perked up and (M/n) hid just in time before Adam could see him. He frowned and shrugged before drinking the remaining water in his cup.
Soon enough, music started filling the quiet murmurs in Knowhere, and he watched how Rocket and Groot started dancing, followed by everyone around them. (M/n) watched everyone loosening up and having fun dancing to the music, but yet again, his eyes found their way to stare at Adam, who was also watching the scene with a smile on his face.
When a deep sigh left past his lips at the soft sight, (M/n) knew he was in for a ride.
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For a while, Adam has seen (M/n) around while everyone helped rebuild Knowhere from its destruction, and there was something about him that caught Adam's eye.
Whether it was the permanent frown on his face or the gentleness of his voice when he talked to anyone, he didn't know, but he felt drawn to him, and he had to at least know his name.
Which he learned, thanks to Rocket.
He had tried to bring up the topic rather casually, but the raccoon could see through him like a window pane, and there was no way he could hide his curiosity, so he openly admitted that he was... Intrigued by him.
"Well, all you need to know about (M/n) is that... He's not as grumpy as he looks like," Adam's gold eyes trailed to look at the guy whose name he learned. (M/n) was finishing up with replacing the broken glass of a window, and just like that, they made eye contact through the reflection, and if it wasn't for Cosmo's powers, that glass would've also ended up in pieces on the ground.
Groot, who had witnessed the scene, mumbled to himself, "I am Groot...?" And Nebula turned to look at him, frowning for a moment before staring in the direction Groot was looking.
"Wait... (M/n)? Interested in Adam? I don't-" Nebula had to stop herself when she saw how (M/n) kept stealing glances at Adam, and she almost couldn't believe that him, the guy that was like a brother to her... Was interested in Adam. "Well, we have to do something about that, don't you think so, Groot?" Looking confused at her, Groot's eyes followed Nebula as she made her way to (M/n).
"I am Groot?"
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Maybe he wasn't showing it, but he was freaking out internally.
Nebula just asked him if, while Knowhere is being rebuilt, Adam could stay at his apartment with him, since he has been sleeping in the ship for the past week. And there's no way he could deny that, even if that meant stumbling over his words and own two feet at the sight of the golden boy so close to him at all times.
Of course, Adam heard the news from Rocket, who had come and fetched him from the ship, only saying what was necessary for him to understand what was happening.
He was still half asleep, so he only heard 'share an apartment with him' and no more, he rubbed his eyes, and followed the raccoon to the tallest apartment complex in Knowhere, and there, at the entrance of the building, was (M/n), who looked at him and smile.
"Welcome to your new home, Adam."
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kookies2000 · 9 months
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Ok, let's get caught up on Disney stuff and how their 100th year has been doing.
• Strange World loses money.
• Lightyear loses money.
• They cancel the Owl House, one of their most popular shows and biggest money maker.
• The let James Gunn go. The same guy that created GOTG. One of the biggest hero films in Marvel.
• Ant Man 3 under performs. Needed 560 million to make a profit.
• The Little Mermaid under performs. Needed 560 million to make a profit.
• Elemental under performs. Didn't deserve to, by the way. Marketing just sucked.
• Indiana Jones under performs, loses money. Literally needs 600 million to break even.
• Nimona gets released and reveals Disney's homophobic side.
• Haunted Mansion is going against the Barbie Movie. So good luck.
• And now the strike is going on. Bob Iger is refusing to compromise with them.
Man, "Wish" better be one hell of a movie to restart the Disney company on a good role. And even then, Wish has competition with Trolls 3. Which seems silly to some, but take a look at how big the Trolls fandom is. How many fan fics do we have on AO3? It's a pretty fair amount, bigger than Puss in Boots. And most of us are adults. That's not counting the kids who watched the first Trolls film on Netflix so much it's on the top 10. As for the 2nd film being released when theaters were closed due to Covid.
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The 2nd film did well enough during a pandemic to gain a 3rd film.
So it is genuine competition since Trolls has a fandom behind them. Am I expecting Trolls to destroy Wish. Hell no! If anything, I'm expecting both films to do average. 200 to 300 million each. What I'm saying is "Wish" needs to be this grand finally in order to let Disney rest easy for a while. But Trolls 3 will be an obstacle.
The two golden moments Disney had were The Owl House season 3 finally. And Guardians of the Galaxy Vol.3, ending with a bang.
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keira-kaz2y5 · 1 month
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OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD
SPOILERS FOR NEW MARVEL STUFF! ⚠️
Finally got around to watching The Marvels on Disney +!!!!! It’s the best mcu film this phase istg omg it’s SO GOOD and immediately you can tell it was written by a woman NOT TO MWNTION THE INSANE END CREDIT SCENES WTFFFFF KATE BISHOP PIZZA THE DOG AND XMEN?!?!??!!!!!!! Omg I’m ecstatic this is the best marvel film in years it’s finally giving avengers early phase vibes! And I’m actually happy with every single plot moment! Unlike no way home where there were many questionable plot moments and bad scenes and bad cgi and multiverse of madness was something different entirely like I loved the horror and stuff and it made sense but as a whole that works with the rest of the marvel universe I didn’t like how it went and wandas “death” or “fake death” and the whole x men stuff. Loved America in that tho! Her whole moment made sense and ugh I can’t explain it properly plus the shitshow that was the She Hulk series and overall it just made me lose faith in marvel and that’s why I didn’t see The marvels in cinema like I usually do bc guardians of the galaxy 3 was so shite and I thought this would too maybe that’s why it flopped cuz the hype on past films wasn’t lived up to. But this FINALLY brings back early marvel vibes and I’m so into it. (Plus the reign of the cats 🐈‍⬛ 🐈😆)
Cuz as much as I liked NWH there were questionable parts yk, Dr Strange characterised Wanda badly from start to finish and didn’t do her justice, Wakanda Forever was amazing don’t get me wrong I really loved it and cried A LOT, but I wasn’t too keen on the whole Namor thing or unnecessary deaths, and some characters really just deserved better than what they got, like Okoye.. and Black Widow was great but it could’ve been a bit better with cgi and plot-wise like the deleted scenes should’ve been kept and so on.
For the first time I just really enjoyed every part of this film, since marvel has gone downhill lately, this is new for me. also I loved the queer undertones for Kamala and Carol, although they should’ve been braver and put it in explicitly if they wanted to show Carol and Valkyrie together instead of the kiss on the cheek and no talk of them being together. But headed in the right direction for sure and not to mention the Kate and Kamala scene? Female avengers team? Finally not outnumbered by men? Also I really ship Kate and Yelena so I hope she comes onto the team too, though she might just stick with the Thunderbolts antihero theme. I love that it’s so clearly written by women and directed by them plus the brilliant casting and having the villain also be a woman and with a realistic villainisation like I get why she turned out the way she did, she just wanted her home back for her people, also it’s Zawe Ashton, Tom Hiddlestons wife so it would be cool to see them act together perhaps, but either way brilliant casting and script and everything, I love Kamala really speaking for the fans in a lot of it, and the musical scene was fun in a mystical way, like when we first got introduced to Asgard way back when, I just wish we saw what happened there at least a small look in at the end with Carol checking in on them because they left in the middle of a battle and then we don’t find out what happened to that planet. But other than that small detail the film was fantastic and I loved how even Goose got a good storyline.
(My dreamteam avengers would be Bucky🦾, Yelena🕷️, Kate🏹, Carol💫, Kamala👊, Monica🌠, Shuri🐾, Riri 🛠️(ironheart), America⭐️ and Cassie 🐜 and Morgan Stark. Plus some xmen if that’s now an option?? And AOS team but marvel would never do that
Maybe Peter🕸️ Sean⭕️, Wanda and Moon Knight🌙🤺 boys too but idk )
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lfg1986-2 · 3 months
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My 2023 wrap up - things I accomplished and experienced this year that made it a definite standout in my life overall:
Took my first plane ride since Covid, and did not need a seatbelt extender either way
Finally got to meet one of my nearest and dearest fandom friends after Covid botched our original meeting plan back in 2020
Got to see a new city I’d never been to before (Boston) with said fandom friend, and it ended up being one of the best and most rejuvenating travel experiences I’ve ever had
Got into a good nutrition/vitamin and fitness routine that I really love and has been great for me
Celebrated losing 200 lbs
Went to Disney for the first time since 2019 and got myself a shiny new annual pass. Got to see Epcot’s Flower and Garden festival (my favorite) and rode the new Guardians of the Galaxy ride for the first time
Sang my first solo since high school
Picked back up and finished a fic I started 3 years ago that was a bit of a niche passion project
Fell headfirst into a new hyperfixation/fandom that has brought unparalleled amounts of joy to my life, as well as introduced me to two amazing actors who I fell immediately in love with
Another longtime and very close fandom friend came all the way from Germany to visit me for almost 3 weeks
Went to multiple beaches and got into a bathing suit in public for the first time in…I have no idea how long
Got to experience Star Wars Galaxy’s Edge at Disney’s Hollywood Studios for the first time, as well as introduce my German friend to Disney overall.
Went to a drive through safari and almost got murdered by an ostrich 😅😂. But also got to feed a giraffe 🥰
Beat some nasty emotional demons that I’ve been battling for the last 5 years and finally gave myself some much needed closure.
Discovered I’m demisexual and therefore actually do fit under the queer umbrella, after years of wondering why I am so drawn to that community
Celebrated turning 37 with some of my favorite people in the world, whom I of course forced to watch RWRB with me 😁😂
Got physically picked up by one of said favorite people, which I haven’t experienced in a very long time
Started dipping my toes back into the world of online dating after completely shutting out that part of my life for the last several years. (No real luck yet but I’m not in any rush, just seeing what’s out there.)
Celebrated my 1 year surgery anniversary and losing 250 lbs/crossing into Onederland (being under 200 lbs) all on the same day
Got to have a “real” Thanksgiving dinner again, after not being able to last year so soon after my surgery
Officially crossed the threshold from being obese to simply “overweight”, which hasn’t been the case since probably my middle school days. As of today I’m only 20 lbs until my final weight goal.
Have now officially become too small for the main plus size store I’ve been shopping at for over 20 years (and even worked at briefly a few years back)
Got to see the Candlelight Processional at Epcot for the first time, narrated by John Stamos 🥰
Spent time on multiple occasions with another fandom friend who lives a couple hours away and whose company and support I very much appreciate and enjoy. ❤️
Went ice skating for the first time in close to 20 years. Still a bit shaky but I made it around the rink twice without falling! 🙌
Discovered I’m almost certainly autistic, and I’m pretty positive I have Henry Fox/Nicholas Galitzine to thank for tipping the first domino of that very long overdue realization. I feel like I’m meeting the real me for the first time in my life and it’s both exhilarating and incredibly overwhelming.
One last thought: last night a few of my dearest friends were discussing goals and mantras for ourselves in the coming year, as well as reflecting back on where we were this past year. In doing so, we focused on choosing a word to represent our journey for both years. For myself, I said I feel like my word for 2023 was “learn”. I can’t even express how much I’ve learned about myself this past year. It’s been probably the year I’ve grown the most of my entire life. And for 2024, the word I chose was “live”, because I feel like along with everything I’ve learned, I realized that I wasn’t really living my own life, I’ve been folding myself in different directions to try to live how I thought other people wanted/needed me to. So I’d like to change that going forward and build a life that reflects who I actually am, and what I actually want it to be for myself and no one else.
Happy New Year’s, my dear friends. Looking forward to seeing what 2024 has in store for us all. 💖
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robinchan-hananomi · 11 months
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So I finally got to watch Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 3 last night
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Rocket has always been one of my favorites. So when I learned this movie was going to be about him I was excited. Because Rocket had already been through absolute hell. He and Groot were bounty hunters, thrown together with Peter, Gamora, and Drax by simple accident. And then Rocket became invested in these people, grown to care about them through their time together. Even after losing his Groot and getting baby Groot, Rocket had seen them as family and because of that he lashed out, tried to push them away because he figured one day they would leave him anyway. Better to get the pain over with.
Instead he befriended Yondu and the ravangers. He lost Yondu, but he gained Mantis and Kraglin. Then they meet Thor and through him the rest of the Avengers. But in the process Rocket looses EVERYONE and for five years the only real family he has is Nebula, who only just stopped trying to kill him, because everyone else he ever loved and cared about is dead.
And some years later he’s got his family again, but they aren’t like they were. Peter, Groot, Nebula, Mantis, Drax, Kraglin, and now Cosmo are beat by the tears and the losses, especially of their Gamora. And they are just trying to rebuild and care for their home, only to have Rocket’s past come back to bite him in the ass.
And Rocket just had to mentally relive the losses of Lyla, Teefs, and Floor. He knows that half of his family are in the hands of his greatest tormentor, a man we see Rocket visibly terrified of. And he just woke up from a coma of over two days, is barley even coherent and has no idea why this patched together family is so relieved that he’s safe, even to the point of temporarily forgetting they are in danger.
So without even taking a moment to contemplate it, Rocket who is still reeling from it all finds himself out in a space craft trying to confront the man who tortured him, who turned him into something else. Who killed and tortured his friends, all to save his family and knowing the entire time that the reason they are in danger to begin with is because this man is obsessed with him.
There were a lot of moments in this movie that caught my emotions, but honestly I think one of the hardest for me was that moment Rocket was in his craft and the creatures were beginning to break through the windshield. The moment when everything up to that point had compounded and Rocket knew that if they got ahold of him, then all the pain and the dangers his family were facing would be all for nothing really struck me.
And at the very end to have Peter and Mantis go off alone, to have Gamora leave to her family. To have Nebula and Drax continue to build Nowhere, which is likely still the Guardians home-base and their actual home while Rocket is now the captain was also a powerful moment.
Because Rocket is back to where he started with Groot. But Rocket has a home in Nowhere and a family, even if they are scattered all over the Galaxy. And Rocket has a whole new team relying on him with Kraglin, Cosmo, Adam, Groot, and Phyla. I am so proud of how far Rocket has come and I hope he continues to lead the new Guardians on grand adventures before returning home to Nowhere and telling Nebula, Drax, and the children all about their grand stories because honestly, Rocket deserves the universe!!!
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randomshyperson · 2 years
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Rulers of The Multiverse - Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Chapter Seven
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Summary: Strange’s faulty spell will cause a series of unexpected events, from your reunion with the love of your life in another world to the appearance of a child capable of traveling across the multiverse. This story follows the journey of a very tired Guardian alongside mischievous America Chavez and Scarlet Witch.
Warnings: (+18) explicit language and sexual content, violence, a lot of magic, found family, mentions of abusive past and trauma, mind control, use of illicit substances, mostly top!reader, soulmates analogies. || Words: 7.789k
A/N-> If you guys have any questions regarding the story, feel free to ask ahead. Also, every review is appreciated, your words means a lot!
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Chapter Seven - The Socialists and the Jealous Witch
As you looked out the small car window, it was easy to tell that this was one of the most beautiful worlds you had ever been in.
A few many minutes ago, on the side of the road where you, America, and Wanda appeared, you managed to get a ride.
Wanda had just put her arms around you and was trembling like the leaves on the many surrounding trees. You held her close, tightly and without hesitation. But you worriedly took your attention from her when you heard the sound of music approaching.
Without delay, rounding the corner of the road where you were standing, came a silver 1950s style Volkswagen van, but patched up in so many places that it was a surprise that it was working. It stopped right beside you, and America ran to get closer to you and Wanda let go in confusion, but you slid your hand to hers giving a gentle squeeze so she wouldn't use magic if she didn't have to.
A raccoon opened the door.
"Hey, outsiders, want a ride?" He asked casually. You hadn't seen Rocket in many years, and this version of him - wearing jeans and a floral shirt - sure was a funny thing, to say the least.
"Cool." America murmured impressed from your side with a chuckle. Wanda sniffled softly, still seeming to be unaware of what had just happened. You noticed that the Kombi wasn't empty - Lots of familiar faces inside, from Gamora and Baby Groot to Starlord, and one moody face you really didn't expect, the Winter Soldier - the last one, driving. 
"James?" You let out without being able to control yourself, and he put his metal arm on the seat to turn to look at you, his long hair pinned back. 
"Sorry, doll, have we met?"
You give a half-hearted laugh, ready to deny it when Wanda intervenes:
"No, you haven't." She replies coldly. "Where are we?"
Rocket whistles softly. "Jeepers Creepers, Barnes, I think they're tourists! We can take them to the Consulate if they need records."
"This car won't make it to the capital." Murmured Peter Quill from the front passenger seat, with a cigarette in his mouth.
You wanted to laugh at the scene. It looked like a 70s version of Guardians of the Galaxy. It was amusing, to say the least.
"We're fine!" You said quickly. "We have the records and all that sort of thing." You lied quickly, and everyone seemed too stoned or too cool to care. "We're just wanting food and somewhere to rest."
"Bomb!" Exclaimed Rocket opening the door wider. "Come on up, strangers. We'll take you to the Forge."
"Forge?" Wanda asked suspiciously, though she couldn't resist the gentle nudge you gave her back.
"Yeah, the commercial district. It's a few miles from here." Answered the raccoon, and just as the three of you were sitting on the soft puffs placed in the back of the kombi, with the guardians looking on curiously, he added, "You guys need to clean up all this blood. You're one of the space hunters, yes?"
"Sure, something like that." You mutter watching Wanda shift uncomfortably in her seat.
That's how you ended up in a kombi, with America playing some kind of weird deck with a Hippie version of Gamora, and Wanda with her arms crossed, pretending not to be asleep on your shoulder.
The landscape was really quite beautiful - miles and miles of a colorful plantation, with some cement craters as if the flora had taken over the cities many years ago, plus a big lake and some shiny creatures flying in the sky.
"Hey, since we've already made it clear that we're not from around here, do you mind telling us how this place got this way? It's just that the Earth we remember is a little different." You asked half-heartedly to Rocket, who had started making a joint a few minutes ago.
He let out a snout laugh. "You guys must have come here before Rebirth." He commented casually, but you saw James steal a glance through the rearview mirror at you. 
"What is the Rebirth?"  You asked. 
"It's when Ultron blew up half the planet." James replies from the front seat, making you tense up immediately. But no one in the car seems to care much. 
"Rebirth started on the Armageddon." Rocket continued and handed the finished joint to you. It seemed rude to refuse when he was telling you about the destruction of the world. "It was a sad thing for those who were here, but the planet was very thankful. Just look around, the earth has never looked more beautiful."
You coughed a little because of the marijuana and passed the joint to Gamora, who giggled at your reaction before taking a long drag. 
"So Ultron won the war on this world." You say, and they seem to understand that you were only from space and not from that universe. 
"I guess you can put it that way." Bucky replied from the steering wheel. "All the Heroes, the ones that were left at least, threw him out after Rebirth. And then we retired because there really wasn't anyone else to fight."
"Besides, the idiot went to dominate the rest of the galaxy, and whoever survived comes to occupy the planets that have already been reborn." Peter Quill comments, moving to put a song on the radio. "Now we just hang around, have free food and all kinds of work, it's an easier life."
You scratched at the back of your neck, not knowing what to say, but you didn't really need to, because Quill put on an upbeat song and they started humming along.
Wanda moved next to you, opening her eyes with a frown from the noise.
"Hey, are you okay?" You murmured, straightening to slip your arm across her shoulders, and Wanda snuggled better against you immediately.
"I had a bad dream." She whispered back half-drowsily, and then faced the Guardians singing and sighed, "Never mind, reality is worse."
You laughed softly, stroking her arm. "I think we're getting there already. A bath will help us feel a little better."
She hummed, meeting your gaze, and then narrowed her eyes at you. "Y/N, are you high right now?"
"It would be completely irresponsible and idiotic to be stoned in a strange universe." You whisper back with an easy smile, and Wanda grunts in irritation, pulling away to slap you on the thigh which makes you let out a soft exclamation of fake pain.
"You are unbelievable." She complains, but says no more because Gamora is commenting:
"They sound like you and Natalia, Grumpy Soldier!" 
Bucky laughed from the front seat, his metal arm on the steering wheel while the other was leaning against the open window. You smiled, assuming impressed that in another universe Nat and Bucky worked out.
"Wrong, Gamora." He grumbled. "Romanoff would have thrown me out of the Kombi if I accepted a joint from strangers."
"I haven't discarded that idea yet." Wanda mumbles from your side making you laugh softly.
"This Romanoff, is she your wife?" You asked casually as if you had no idea who they were at all. Bucky let out another laugh.
"Ex-wife." He retorted, his gaze meeting yours in the rearview mirror a few times as he recounted, "We have a complicated history, but it was an amicable ending. And we try to be friends because of little Stevie."
You blinked in surprise, "You have a kid?" You asked trying not to sound too impressed or pleased, and Bucky shrugged, smiling.
"Yeah, he's six and he's a little devil." He countered. "I'm going to visit them at the Forge. Go down with you guys, and these bums here are going north."
The guardians let out a little exclamation matched by their nickname that makes James laugh, and so do you. But your attention is diverted to Wanda, who is tense beside you, and when you look in the same direction she is looking, you notice that it is at her own bloodied reflection in the mirrors hanging in the corner of the kombi.
"Go back to sleep, I'll wake you up when we arrive." You suggest sweetly as you bring your hand to her cheek, and Wanda shudders but obeys and as she looks away, she buries her face in your neck again, inhaling deeply.
You only smile when America exchanges a look with you with winning the match against Gamora.
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As soon as the Kombi parks and Bucky reaches down to open the door and grab a bag from the trunk, you understand why it is called the forge.
It is a large commercial district, with buildings of metal and wood, built and kept standing against the law of physics, and in the center is a large concrete pavilion with market stalls of all kinds. What is most eye-catching, and does justice to the name, is the large statue of a robotic head in the center. And despite the fungus growing, there is no way not to recognize Ultron. His face only occupies half of it, however, the other half, though metallic, is clearly not him. The only thing you recognize is the rock design of the Mind Stone that links both faces together.
"Vision." Wanda chokes in surprise as you get down from the vehicle and catch a glimpse of the statue. You frown slightly and finish helping America down from the vehicle and wave goodbye to the Guardians before approaching your wife.
"That is Vision?" You ask curiously, and Wanda swallows dryly, twiddling her fingers as she nods. "Sorry, love, I can't say he's handsome."
You manage to get a weak laugh and a gentle slap on the arm from her but Wanda tenses up again.
"I think we're in a world where Ultron has managed to become Vision." She says as she shifts her gaze from the statue to you, and you sigh softly, raising one of your hands to push the hair out of the front of her face.
"I'm sorry you have to see it." 
Wanda smiles, leaning into the touch. "Don't worry, it's not the hardest or weirdest thing I've had to watch." She teases softly making you smile.
The moment is broken when Bucky whistles to get your attention, gesturing for you all to follow him.
You give the scary statue one last uncertain look before accompanying him.
Bucky guides you along the busy stalls and you notice that no one seems to care about the blood on yours or Wanda's clothes, especially since many people carrying everything from animals to heavy weapons are the same way. You move deeper into the district until you end up in front of what looks like a motel with a very busy bar in front, several people and creatures coming out all around with bags, drinks, and weapons.
"Barnes!" Someone yells from the entrance once Bucky is close enough and you recognize Captain Carol Danvers - except that she doesn't look much like the one you know. This one has shoulder-length hair and wears a plaid outfit with dark jeans. 
"Danvers, good to see you." Greets Bucky back hugging the blonde for a moment before waving to the rest of the bar. Carol, who was holding a mug full of beer, turned the liquid over in one large impressive gulp before asking about you and the girls.
"Oh, they're a bunch of tourists, hunters or something, that we gave a ride on the Avengers road." Bucky comments casually reaching for his watch. "Do you think you can get a room for them? I need to pick up Stevie and Natalia at the station."
"Sure, Bucky, we have room." Carol commented and Bucky smiled in appreciation.
"If you guys stick around, I'll see you at sunset." Barnes said as he said his goodbyes, fixing his bag as he continued on his way into town.
You cleared your throat as you looked at Carol. "I'm sorry, but how much is it to stay? We kind of don't have any money, but we sure work as payment and-"
Carol laughed, gesturing. "You must be from one of those monetary planets, right? Don't worry, we don't charge anything for basic services." She interrupted casually, surprising you. "That is, from food and shelter to basic weaponry to survive in the deserts. If you need any of those, we received some revolvers last night."
"Can I take look...?" America started but you and Wanda gave her a look that caused her to fall silent. You offered Carol a smile.
"Thank you, but we will only need some food and a room. And a bath please." You said clumsily.
Carol raised an eyebrow and you immediately regretted your words.
"Well, I could bathe you myself, pretty thing..."
Wanda nudges you so hard you almost fall off the sidewalk, but she just takes Carol's field of vision.
"She can do it herself, thank you. Show us the way." She cuts you off seriously, and you are massaging your rib with a grimace, and Carol immediately takes the cue not to flirt with you and gives a short laugh, turning to guide you through the halls.
It looks very much like a hostel, and you are surprised that it has vacancies because the place is very crowded and busy, and noisy.
Carol drops you off on the third floor and tells you that even though it is busy, no one will try to rob you. Thieves only in the deserts or something like that.
Despite the interaction at the entrance, she insists on offering you a wink before going downstairs, and Wanda rolls her eyes, marching angrily to the bathroom without speaking to you.
"She's kind of the jealous type, huh?" America comments, and you giggle.
"It's ironic because, in my universe, Carol Danvers used to be Wanda's best friend." You say.
"That's kind of sad." America comments, and you sigh, shrugging.
"I guess so." You say. "But I suppose it was kind of refreshing to talk to a Carol who doesn't hate me for letting her friend die."
America frowns slightly, but you don't let her press the issue, leading the way into the room that Danvers said would be yours. It's wide open, with double doors and windows to the market, and has two double beds, plus a couch.
"I'm going to get cleaned up with Wanda, why don't you try to get some sleep before your next trip?" You suggest, and she looks tired enough not to push too hard.
You close the bedroom door before making your way to the bathrooms.
Fortunately, it is much emptier than the rest of the place. 
You find Wanda at one of the last sinks, and give way to a girl with an eye patch and a towel on her shoulders to pass before making your way to Wanda.
"Hey." You greet half hesitantly as you see the way she seems lost in her own thoughts. Wanda blinks away from her own reflection - now less bloodied because she had already run some water over her face - and offers you a small smile.
"Hi." She murmurs back. She looks ready to wash up again when you stand beside her, and touch her hip with your hand.
"Sit there, I'll help you get cleaned up." You tell her gently, and Wanda swallows dry as she can feel the warmth of your body.
"N-no need to..."
"Please, Wanda." You insist by giving her hips a gentle squeeze and meeting her gaze in reflection. "I want to clean your bruises too."
She sighs but nods, and you step aside to make room for her to sit in one of the chairs in circular cups scattered around the busy wooden bathroom. 
You hiss softly as you pull up a stool to sit across from her and search for a medical kit in the cabinets in the cupboards beside you - smiling softly when you find it - before pulling her ankle gently up onto your thigh.
"I was going to use magic to heal that." Wanda mumbles softly, but you just offer her a small smile.
"Yeah, I figured so." You say, starting to prepare items to remove the stuck shards and clean up the blood. "But a break from magic is exactly what you need, my love." You say meeting her gaze again, and she swallows dryly but doesn't contradict. "Don't worry, I won't let it hurt."
As you work on the bruises, you comment on asking Carol for some shoes, and something decent to eat. Wanda stays silent until you start on the right foot, and waits for two girls to pass you toward the exit before asking:
"When do we leave again?"
You don't take your eyes off the tweezers and shard you just found to answer, "As soon as America has a decent meal."
"Why aren't you using magic?"
You give a short laugh, "I can do a bandage without magic tricks, thank you very much." You joke, but Wanda doesn't laugh, instead, she gives an impatient sigh that makes you look at her curiously. "What's wrong, my love?"
She grunts angrily, looking at you with red eyes. "You're lying to me!" She accuses between her teeth, but turns her face away and tries to calm herself. You sigh half wearily, and hover your hand in the air in front of Wanda's sole, causing all the remaining shards to dissipate into thin air. A small pressure arises on the back of your neck, but you ignore it.
"Is that what you think?"
Wanda locks her jaw but looks at you with greenish eyes again. "That's what he tells me. And honestly, Y/N, it's very hard not to believe it when I really don't know anything about you."
A sigh escapes your lips, but you nod, gently pushing Wanda's foot to the floor before getting up and throwing the used items in the trash and going to the sink.
Wanda thinks she has made you angry. Chthon keeps whispering that you'll lie again, or worse, that you'll run off into the night with America and abandon her.
But all you do is throw some water on your face, and take off your bloody shirt with one motion before turning to Wanda.
"I'm going to take a shower, and when I'm done, we can talk." You tell her with a seriousness and certainty that doesn't help the way Wanda is blushing at the sight of you in just a sports top. "If you need to, you also have my permission to look at my memories."
This is going to be fun, Chthon wryly mocks in her mind, but Wanda pushes his voice away to nod at you.
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Wanda looks at her new pair of beat-up boots swinging in the air as she moves her legs, sitting on the ledge of the hostel where you all were staying. It was the only place in the whole building where she couldn't find anyone, and it was probably because the terrace led directly into Carol's room, who she had understood owned the place.
The blonde had gotten not only boots, but also clean sets of clothes for you all, and said that when America woke up, just join the bar and help yourself.
Wanda was supposed to come down to eat after she got dressed, but she went out on the porch and stayed.
"I thought we were going to talk." Sudden - half breathless - sounded your voice as you emerged onto the balcony, not from Carol's room, but from the stairway entrance. "I've been looking all over the place for you, little witch."
"Well, you found me." Wanda murmurs by hugging one of her legs and leaning on the wall of the building, her gaze still on the city below.
You approached her leisurely and put up both hands for support before jumping onto the concrete as well, sitting down beside her. Your gaze lingered on her face.
"How bad is it?" You asked and Wanda sighed softly, shrinking further against the wall. 
"What?" she asked trying to avoid the subject, but you didn't hesitate.
"The voices and the nightmares. How bad are they now?"
She forces a short laugh, running a hand over her face for a moment.
"What do you think?" She retorts aggressively, and you sigh, looking at the city. Before Wanda can apologize, you are speaking again:
"I think I may have made them worse with the mirroring rune." You confess guilty. "Chthon is petty and cruel, and I wouldn't be surprised if he made things worse by my defiance. And I would hate myself if I were responsible for making you suffer more."
Wanda blinks in surprise, looking down at your crestfallen figure. Now she understood your dedication to trying to expel Chthon at any cost, even if it put yourself in danger.
She settled herself on the wall, one hand moving to meet yours in your lap.
"There aren't any worse." She says waiting for you to meet her gaze to give her a small smile. "If anything, they're actually weaker. I don't know what you've done, but I can even tell him to shut up now."
You chuckle softly, your eyes filling with tears. You lean your forehead on hers, and you both take a deep breath as you close your eyes.
"Tell me what you want to know." You whisper and she brings one of her hands to your face, stroking it a moment before putting a little distance between your faces again.
"I want to know everything you didn’t tell me." 
She asks and you nod in understanding, looking away again. You think for a few moments about the day you met her, and the short story you told, before speaking again.
"Well, my name is Y/N L/N, I'm from New York..." You begin with a casual tone, causing her to sigh slightly, moving closer to give you a nibble that makes you laugh.
"Please, Y/N. Take this seriously."
You sigh, meeting her gaze for a moment before diverting to the city.
"I'm sorry, Wanda, this is... hard." You confess. "I haven't told you everything not because I want to lie, but because you would be overwhelmed if I dumped my entire life on you over tea." 
"I know, but I feel like there are important things you're hiding from me."
"Like what?"
"Like your magic." She accuses and you grunt, looking away. "That's what I'm talking about."
"I told you how it works." You try, but she shakes her head impatiently.
"But you didn't tell me anything beyond that." She retorts. "Can you start by telling me why you've been avoiding using magic since we met again? Or why you're getting sick!"
"Why, didn't your book tell you everything?" You accuse and regret it immediately. Wanda sighs in impatience and turns to descend from the balcony, but you place a hand on her hip, holding her in place. "I'm sorry. Please, I didn't mean that..."
"Didn't you?" She challenges with bright eyes, her face so close you can count her freckles. "Part of you is mad at me for reading darkhold, so why don't you start being honest? Yell at me and tell me what you think!" She accuses pushing your hand away and walking away, and you swallow dryly before following her.
"I'm not mad at you." You assure her and she stops walking with an incredulous laugh. "I'm not." Wanda turns to you with her arms crossed, a disbelieving look on her face that makes you sigh. "You don't believe me."
She raises an eyebrow. "How can I trust you when I don't even know you?"
You nod and take a deep breath. "Fine." That's what you say before you begin to move around to place two chairs facing each other, and then pull Wanda by the hand to sit in one of them, before taking the other. You take a deep breath as you take Wanda's hands and raise them to the height of your shoulders. "Be gentle. You can start with whichever one you prefer."
Wanda swallows dryly, but nods in understanding and moves her fingers to your forehead, her eyes beginning to glow red.
As soon as she starts, the surroundings go dark.
Memories of early childhood were the easiest. They were a bit hazy, but Wanda made her way through the moments of breakfasts at a noisy table, games of running on a paved street, and nights of stargazing.
She found this memory hidden behind a few dozens and was surprised to find this little version of you - about 4 or 5 years old - lying on the floor of a bedroom, whispering into the opening under the bed.
"Hey sammy, can you get out of there?" You asked but received only a whimper in return. "I promise no one will look."
"Get out of here, Y/N, I look like a freak!" Your brother retorted back. Wanda bent down to look, and could only see golden eyes in the darkness.
"No! Don't say that!" You retorted in a childish voice, clearly confused and even frightened by the whole thing. "You're looking like a little angel, just as Mama used to say."
Your brother grunted angrily and was suddenly crawling out from under the bed, and you forced yourself upright just like Wanda. The witch let out a surprised sigh as she stared at the older boy's remarkable white wings in conjunction with his horns.
"He was a mutant." You, the older version, stood with your arms crossed and your back resting on the wardrobe while the memory happened and sped up. "But we grew up where that was a problem, and Samuel always hated not being able to hide what he was."
The memory wavered until your smaller version was holding scissors in hands, and your brother was strapped against a chair.
"Sammy, I don't want to do it." You said uncertainly and tearfully, but your brother grunted angrily.
"You have to help me, Y/N. School is starting soon, and freaks don't go to school, do they? They get sent away. And you don't want me to be gone do you?" You shake your head quickly, your eyes full of tears. Samuel sighs. "Then start cutting."
Wanda holds up your hand just as the first cry of pain happens, not needing to see to the end of the memory - and especially not wishing you to relive it - to know that you cut his wings off. 
"Did it work?" she asks though, and you sigh.
"Only for a while." You say. "Our parents saw the blood though, and well, I wasn't going to let them send Sammy away." You count. "The Train that carried the mutants was a government initiative to ‘wipe out the impure’, but we jumped off before that. I think we ended up somewhere in Poland before Master Kaecillus found us."
The memory forms as you say it. Wanda diverts her eyes from your adult version to the image of two children being approached by a man dressed in a black robe - who she recognizes from the last memory she saw of you - who hands the two generous pieces of bread.
"He saw potential in my brother's mutation, and offered us shelter and food, in exchange for his service to the masters of the mystic arts." You narrate as memories form, from the trip to the Kamar Taj in the company of Kaecillius to the images of your training, studying magic, and meeting the other masters. "Samuel never learned to accept his mutant side, and in time, he figured out how to look human."
Wanda swallowed dryly, watching your little version watch her brother mutter illusion incantations every morning in the mirror until the day he died. That memory she skipped over.
"When I hit him, the stick went through his spine, and his wings went slack." You count without looking at Wanda. "The Masters thought it best to cut them off to find a coffin where he would fit, so I insisted that I should do it myself."
Wanda intervened as the memory began, holding your hand tightly. "I don't need to see that one."
"Thank you." You mumble letting the surroundings flow again. They turn into an empty room, where a child all dressed in black was sitting on the floor of the room.
"Little L/N?" A male voice called out - it looked like a monk, with his long, white hair and beard and yellow robe - and he approached the edge of the bed, sitting down on the pillows. "Is it all right if we talk for a minute?"
"Yes, Master Agamotto." You answered politely from the floor, though a clearly tired voice.
"It's been three days since you left your chambers." He remarks. "You need to eat."
"I'm not hungry, Master."
"And you need to train too." He tries, but you let out a whining laugh.
"I'll never train again." You retort, but Agamotto sighs softly.
"I figured you would say that." He says patiently. "I would also like to say that Master Kaecillius has been dismissed from the Kamar Taj."
You hug your knees, sinking your face into them, not very interested, but Agamotto kept talking.
"The masters have come to the conclusion of his negligence and abuse of authority during the mentorship of both Samuel and yourself." Says the man. "Therefore, he will no longer be part of this temple."
"And what difference does that make?" you retort with your voice muffled by your own skin. "My brother is already dead."
Agamotto sighs again, nodding. "I know, Y/N. I repeat again my sincere condolences."
You only sniffle softly, hiding yourself further against your knees, and Wanda finds your adult version's hand.
"Do you think you are ready to talk about what happened that day?" Agamotto asks.
Your smaller version sniffles slightly, but raises her head. "You know what happened. I killed him."
"It was an accident, Y/N." Agamotto recalls, but you let out an incredulous sigh.
"I threw the stick."
"And not even an adult would have enough strength to do that in that way, much less a little girl." Argues the man back, but you only lean your face back on your knees, your face stained with tears. "Y/N, you understand that it wasn't your fault, don't you?"
"I'm tired, master, can I be alone?" is what you mutter to him, and Agamotto sighs in defeat, but doesn't insist. 
As he gets up to leave the room, Wanda looks at your adult version.
"Hey, look at me." She asks and waits for you to wipe away one of the tears that has fallen to obey. "You know it wasn't your fault right?"
You give Wanda a small, tearful laugh, moving closer to kiss her forehead before pulling away.
"Keep watching, pretty girl." You murmur to her, and despite the slight frown, Wanda doesn't insist because another memory begins.
This time, the room that had formed was much better lit, and Wanda smiled faintly at the image of your younger version - who, although still somewhat pale and underweight, had clearly showered and put on clean clothes. You were sitting on a cushion, while Agamotto from the opposite seat, was preparing tea for the two of you.
"I was glad you accepted my request this afternoon." Master comments and you can't manage to give him a smile but raise your eyes to him.
"Master Yao insisted that I tried." You muttered low. "He used the age card." Your joke made Agamotto laugh, and you smiled short at the reaction. He poured the tea before speaking again.
"Master Yao makes fun of this, but I fear that soon I must leave this world." Declares the master making you look at him with a frown.
"Sir, don't say that!" You say. "You're not that old! You have what 100 or...?"
"A million years old." 
"A million-what the fuck?" You exclaim in surprise and quickly mumble apologies. 
Wanda giggles at the scene. 
"I have reincarnated many times in these centuries, child." Agamotto continues. "In this body, I have lived for 231 years, but something has happened recently and I see that soon, I will be ready to rest beside my Vishanti."
You swallow dryly, half confused by the story. "You know the day you will die, then? Sounds scary."
Agamotto smiles, shaking his head gently. "It's reassuring, in a way, to know that I will die protecting someone I love."
You blink in surprise, finishing your sip of tea before commenting, "I will miss you, Master Agamotto."
The man seems to be quite heartfelt about this because his eyes fill with tears, but he quickly excuses himself and wipes them away, pouring more tea for both of you.
"I didn't call you here to listen to the whining of an old man, little L/N." He comments with a smile. "I need to talk to you about your magic."
You sigh softly, playing with the handle of your cup. "Yeah, I figured you'd soon ask me about that." You comment. "I remember the rules, and now that Master Kaecillius is no longer my mentor, I also understand the pressure for an answer. But I don't think I'm ready to train yet."
Agamotto frowns slightly, gesturing in the air. "Y/N, Kaecillius should not be a concern for you anymore in any way. If the Kamar Taj doesn't suit you as a home, if you want a family like the one you had, we could enroll you in adoption services-"
"No!" you cut in with a grimace. "Please, not that. I don't desire new parents, I promise. The old ones have traumatized me enough." You comment and the man gives a guilty chuckle, nodding.
"That's all right, child. Well, know that what we have most here are mentors. You won't be destitute."
"As long as I train." You complete, and the man sighs, looking at you.
"I did not call you here to insist that you return to practicing the mystic arts as soon as possible." He says. "I called you here to talk about another kind of Sorcerer."
You frown softly in surprise, but the master just gestures in the air for a large book to float up from the back of the room and open on the table.
"How familiar with the ancient legends are you, Miss L/N?" The master asks. You sigh.
"Depends, am I going to be in trouble if I say I didn't pay attention in History of Magic class?" You joke getting a chuckle back.
"Don't worry, those legends are part of the Master's Collection. Nothing we teach, but rather something the students must seek out for themselves."
"Well, I'm in for some points then, because I know all the stories of the ancient gods." You brag in a joking tone, pointing to the figures taking shape on the previously blank pages of the books. "These are Oshtur, and Gaea...this is Sit, right?"
Agamotto looks slightly impressed as he goes on to confirm, but Wanda is more surprised about the way you quote the names and mention some of the legends with almost admiration.
"And what do you think of the gods, Y/N?" Agamotto asks as you turn the page, and you shrug.
"They're cool, I guess." You say and giggle. "They're super powerful and they never die, that's the best part I think. It would be super neat to meet one of them someday, but I have no way to go to another dimension so I'll dream about Disneyland in the meantime." You comment, getting another loud laugh from the master.
He flips through a few pages, and Wanda offers your adult version a curious look.
"I thought you hated the gods." She says, and you give her hand a gentle squeeze.
"I hated them this day." You reply, and she blinks in surprise but watches again.
Agamotto stops the book at a page where there is a long row of figures wearing capes of various colors. Above and behind, a larger faceless figure, its eyes completely golden.
"And these here, Y/N, have you heard of them?" He asked and with your negative nod, he continued. "These are the legendary Oshtur’s Order of Knights, who overthrew the Chaos God Chthon's domain over one hundred thousand years ago."
"Um, I heard about the Chaos’s fall." You mutter, leaning in to get a better look at the knights. "Chthon was banished to the realm of K'lay by the new god Amon Ra but all the books talk about his desire to return and dominate all the realms he can reach and how he constantly kept sending demons back to earth. But I've never heard of the Order."
Agamotto nods. "That is because it was destroyed." He says causing you to widen your eyes in surprise. "The knights gave their lives to end Chthon’s influence, but the god of Chaos created a new kind of creature for his revenge."
The master turned the page, and Wanda held her breath as she recognized the image. 
"The Scarlet Witch is a natural witch forged with ancient magic." Counters the master nodded to the drawing of the witch's figure, several runes around it, and you bit the inside of your cheek, eyes curious and hands resting on the table to see straight. " Her power is superior to that of the Supreme Sorcerer."
"But no one is stronger than you, Master Agamotto!" You exclaim making him smile affectionately.
"Oh, child, there are so many more powerful and stronger than me."
"A natural witch? That sounds like a lie. I bet the book is wrong." You mutter making him laugh.
"No, Y/N, the Book of the Vishanti never lies." He says stroking the cover for a moment. "The Forging of the Scarlet Witch happens when Chthon blesses her with chaos magic."
"Wow, that is so cool." You exclaim and quickly excuse yourself. "I mean, not cool at all, because they're bad guys."
The master laughs, shaking his head in disapproval. 
"The magic of an Old God, Y/N, is far greater than any power any sorcerer or wizard ever possesses." Continues the man. "Chthon forged a creature capable of shaping reality with her own thoughts, and the best part is that he controlled her completely."
You saw on the pages a few glimpses of the darkhold, but Agamotto switched to the next one, where two figures were on their backs and besides the runes, there was a description for each.
"The existence of a Scarlet Witch with no equivalent, that is, a being capable of matching her power, either to contain or stop it, caused an incalculable imbalance to the natural law." The master continued. "So the sorcerers of the time asked Oshtu for a miracle. And she blessed a noble warrior with enough power to restore order from chaos."
The page glowed a little as the figure on the right awoke, a white and gold cloak forming while his image detached itself from the other.
"This warrior was named Guardian of the Order, both in tribute to the fallen knights they were guarding, and the kind of magic the Guardian could do." The master recounted. "Order Magic is the exact opposite of Chaos Magic, although in practice they do the same thing."
Your younger version poked at the Guardian's figure, smiling when the drawing complained. "And this little guy managed to beat the Witch?"
Agamotto gave a small smile, watching you play with the Guardian figure running across the pages. 
"He did, then he took his own life afterward." He says causing you to widen your eyes in surprise.
"What? Why?"
Agamatto lets out a sigh. "He fell in love." 
You give a small laugh, shaking your head. "What an idiot." You mutter turning your attention back to the figure, which seemed to grow angrier with each poke you gave the drawing.
"Yeah, he was."
You hesitate, biting your lower lip before asking, "You knew him?"
Agamotto gave you a very sad smile, "He was my oldest son."
"Oh, master, I didn't know. I'm sorry." You say, but he gestures for you not to worry.
"Only a descendant of mine would be able to survive my mother's blessing." Agamotto continued, ignoring your shock at discovering that he too was the son of the goddess of order. "I was there during the forging, but I could not be present when he decided he could not live with what he had done for the sake of the universe."
You sigh softly, absorbing the story. "So even though he loved her, your son had to kill the Scarlet Witch because of the Chthon's dominance?"
"Exactly." Agamotto confirmed. "But that had been many centuries ago. The Scarlet Witches and the Guardians had ceased to exist for many, many millennia. And whenever Chthon tried to cast a new one, the Knights of the Order would emerge to interfere before that happened."
"I thought they were dead." You comment, but Agamatto smiles briefly.
"The originals are gone forever, but sometimes warriors so talented in the mystic arts emerge that it is a common belief that they were baptized by the Knights." Agamatto continues. "I myself have had the honor of knowing, over these millennia, thirteen warriors blessed by the Ancient Knights."
"That's little for a million years." You grumble making him laugh.
"Well, only Oshtur is omnipresent." He retorts in the same tone. "I have been fortunate enough to know so many, without the forging of a witch, they are not even necessary. But a few years ago, I myself saw one receive Oshtur's call."
"Really, master?"
"Yes, it was a very beautiful thing." Says the man. "Out in the Caribbean, and she was just a waitress. She was serving glasses, and suddenly, she almost burst all the bottles. Although she lost her job, she was invited to the Kamar Taj."
"Wow, does that mean we had a Scarlet Witch?" Your younger version asks excitedly.
"Her name was Natalya Maximoff and she died the same night you and your brother arrived at this temple." Tells the master impressing you a little. 
Wanda raises her hand, pausing the memory, and you sigh at her trembling fingers.
"Sweetheart, let's keep watching." You say, reaching your hand out and interlacing hers. "Don't listen to voices, except mine. I'm here beside you, and I'm not going anywhere." You assure her, and it takes a moment for Wanda to be able to watch again.
The memory shuddered before continuing. 
Your younger version had a thoughtful frown on her face.
"You're not thinking it was a coincidence, are you master?" You ask and Agamatto denies it with his head. 
"There are no such things as coincidences, Miss L/N." He says as he unhurriedly closes the book, and looks at you seriously. "When the last warrior failed to defeat the Scarlet Witch, I knew something was different. And when two mutant children knocked at my house the night that witch fell, I knew for sure."
"B-but I'm not a mutant..."
Agamatto reached out to hold your hand on the table. "No, you are more special than Homo Superior. You are a Knight of the Order."
Confusion, disbelief, and even fear flashed through your eyes. You pulled your hand back with a nervous laugh.
"Look, Master, with all due respect, but that's highly unlikely." You began clumsily. "You said yourself that knights are exceptional, and well, I'm pretty average, aren't I? I can't even complete Master Mordo's lessons, and I don't like the practice very much either... I even think the legends of the gods are cool, but I highly doubt that any of them, much less the powerful Oshtur would want anything to do with me and-"
"She already claimed you, Y/N." Agamatto announced seriously getting up. And ignored your confused look to continue, "It happened six weeks ago, in the accident with your brother."
You frowned, ready to ask what he was talking about, but the look on your master's face made you understand. You stood up abruptly, your eyes filled with tears.
"Are you telling me that... When I threw the stick-"
"Oshtur delivered your knightly blessing." Agamatto added. "It was, of course, an unfortunate moment. But the immeasurable honor of receiving-"
You cut Agamatto off with an incredulous laugh, your eyes filled with tears that you let fall. Your hand rises to your own chest as well, breathing out of rhythm.
"I... I killed him..." You muttered out of coherence, and Agamatto quickly went around the table to kneel beside you.
"The way of the gods is sometimes confusing, Y/N. But you need to understand that we are talking about the universe, something infinitely greater than just a casualty." Continues the man. "Other blessings have happened after yours, not only in this world but in dozens of others. The next Scarlet Witch will be powerful on the level of a Guardian, and the Chosen One will need their knights."
You raised your eyes to your master, anger glowing in your irises. "Oshtur made me kill my brother for a tale? And you have the nerve to tell me to be grateful for that?" You accuse pushing the master's hand on your shoulder away and standing up.
"Y/N, please..."
"You and the gods that go to hell." 
As the image of your child version drifted away, Wanda interrupted.
"That's enough for today." She declares, and you mutter in understanding. Unaware of Chthon's whispers in her head, mocking her as he says:
What a funny story, don't you think, Scarlet Witch? Being in love with the one destined to kill you. I wonder if you would like to end things like the first guardian did. If you like, I'll choose which wrist to cut.
When Wanda instinctively squeezes your hand, you offer her a confused smile:
"Everything okay?"
She forces a smile, but when she goes to lie, her tears give her away. You sigh - Carol's roof already shaped around you as you return to your bodies - and you pull her into your lap, hugging her tightly.
"Wands, I would never hurt you." You murmur against the skin of her neck. "I would kill the gods if I had to."
She swallows dryly, her tears staining your shirt. 
Chthon is laughing at the promise in the back of her mind, but Wanda pushes him away, burying her face in your neck and inhaling deeply until your scent is all in her senses.
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Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 3 made me cry three times.
Hey, that’s one per movie...Yeah, this movie’s awesome.
If you couldn’t tell, this is a very emotional film for sure, and a part of why that works so well is because it’s these characters. The Guardians are some of the most likable characters in the MCU, so seeing them go through a lot of hard stuff in this movie hits ya where it hurts because of how much you care about them. Especially Rocket, who I might not see the same way again after this movie due to his crazy tragic backstory.
Speaking of which, shit gets DARK with Volume 3! Do you like animals? Then maybe don’t watch this one, because there are scenes where animals get tortured, mutilated, mutated, and even killed throughout the film. You don’t see the REAL brutal stuff, but the implications that James Gunn puts in might actually be worse than SHOWING us. But don’t let that make you think we DON’T see any gruesome stuff in this. Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 3 is one of the few MCU projects that EARNS its PG-13 rating, having some VIOLENT imagery and deaths. For example, there’s a moment where you see what a character really looks like, and it might just be the goriest thing the MCU has ever had, which is the biggest compliment I can give.
But despite all that, it’s still funny! Like, REALLY funny! And the jokes don’t spoil and dramatic or serious moment in the film, either...Well, except for maybe one or two scenes, but that’s NOTHING compared to films where the jokes completely harm the final product like Thor: Love and Thunder. Here, the jokes are perfectly placed, are rarely forced in, and are ACTUALLY funny. Me and everyone in the theater were cackling with laughter a LOT throughout the movie. I could barely restrain myself from belting out a laugh or two half the time.
And the action. Holy SHIT, the action! These “trilogies” in the MCU really know how to save the cool stuff for the third movies. Iron Man 3, Captain America: Civil War, Thor: Ragnarok, Spider-Man: No Way Home, and now THIS FILM all feature some of the most epic, creative, and fun action scenes and set-pieces in the MCU. There’s a hallway fight that might just top Daredevil’s due to how violent and creative it is with these characters, their powers, and how they kill people. It really does feel like James Gunn wanted to give the fans a few final cool battles before leaving the MCU forever.
Which brings me to another thing about what makes this movie awesome: It is a clear send-off for James Gunn and the Guardians. The movie makes it VERY clear that this will be the last time all these characters will be together. Hell, the credits features pictures of the Guardians throughout their journies and adventures in the MCU. The most we’ll PROBABLY get are cameos, but other than that, this is the end for most of these characters. And WHAT an end it was.
If there’s anything to complain about, there’s two problems.
#1, Adam Warlock. The character isn’t...bad and Will Poulter nails the voice I always pictured this character having. But he doesn’t really nail who Warlock is in the comics and, overall, he’s kind of...pointless. You can easily write him out of the movie and make a few extra tweaks NOTHING would be missing. Honestly, it feels like the only reason why he’s here is because Volume 2 teased his appearance and James Gunn had no choice but to...bring him in for this last ride. Also, Warlock has the worst costume in the MCU. I mean, look at this:
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What even is this?
Which brings me to #2--Which is my most nitpickiest complaint: Star Lord doesn’t wear his mask. Ever. Throughout all two hours and a half hours of this film. It’s part of a bigger complain I have where characters don’t mask up as much as they should in these movies, but it doesn’t stop how distracting it is. I don’t want see Chrisp Ratt’s stupid face in this. I want to see STAR LORD.
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THIS! I want to see THIS! And the crazy thing is that Volume 3 finally gives the Guardians their comic accurate uniforms, but don’t go all the way in giving us Star Lord’s mask. Not even the original one they made for these movies. Part of the fun of superheroes are their cool and iconic costumes so it sucks that we don’t get to see enough of that. Imagine if Spider-Man: No Way Home or Captain America: Civil War didn’t have Peter and Steve wear their masks for the big and epic fights, including the finale battles. It wouldn’t be great, would it? Seeing Tom Holland and Chris Evans fight instead of Spider-Man and Captain America.
LET YOUR HEROES WEAR MASKS, YOU COWARDS!
...But other than that, this movie’s a near perfect 9/10 for me.
Now, does this mean Marvel’s back on their game and they’ll be making good movies again?
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...We’ll see.
For now, I’ll remain hopeful. Because while the MCU is going through a bit of a rough patch with its films and recent shows, there’s still some fun to be had. I’ll always keep an eye out for what they have next, even if it’s not always as good as it could be, it’ll always lead me to seeing...
A fun, nostalgic thrill-ride that honors Spider-Man and what makes him so awesome.
A touching tribute to Chadwick Boseman and how much he and the character he portrayed meant to others.
And this final ride that’s fun, tragic, and complete in all the right ways.
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