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rowan-post · 5 months
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RPC self-care
We all get worn down by life and often we turn to RP for rejuvenation. But more than once I've seen people on here that find themselves burnt out on the RP community itself. With nearly 20 years of role playing under my belt, I thought I'd share some of my favourite self-care tricks.
Block people. You don't have to explain yourself and 'weird vibes' is a legitimate reason. You deserve to feel safe and unbothered in your hobby space, and RP is based on consent. Just like with any recreational activity, you can withdraw your consent at any time and no is a complete sentence.
Turn off anon. This prevents anonymous harassment and gives you great insight into who to block or report if you get non-anonymous harassment.
Drop threads. I know RP etiquette suggests you need to tell your RP partner when and why, and sure, if they ask politely you can give it a go - just know that a pre-written variant of 'not feeling it' is good enough. In my humble opinion, I think dropping boring or vexing threads is everyone's prerogative and doesn't require explanation. Again, no is a complete sentence.
Talk it out. If you like the thread but things took a turn you didn't like, it's time to bring the RP into the workshop. Something like 'Hey I really like our RP so far but I'm losing my spark, can we talk about course correcting where the plot is going?'
Make clear rules and revise them frequently. I'd also advise against spending said rules excusing or explaining why you don't like or want a certain thing - I cannot stress enough how your preferences are not up for debate.
Get comfy chasing. A lot of RP is about inviting others to play over and over and over. Rejection is a part of it. See if you can't find some element of self-care in it - taking rejection well is a great skill to practice in such a low stake environment.
Notice and celebrate the good stuff, instead of digging holes about the bad. Tell your co-players how great they are. Marvel at all the hard work you put into your muses and graphics. Admire your own blog.
Stop. Take a break. Check in with yourself. Do you actually need to face something in IRL? Do you need to rest? A snickers? A walk? Don't bother with posts á la 'offline for the day' - leave your options open to reduce guilt or shame if you want to poke your head back in.
Happy writing. 🌿
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shoulmate · 2 years
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Bokuto is having a hard day.
He bumped into someone, spilled their coffee and they were in too much of a rush to let him replace it.
He tried smiling at a baby on the way to the stadium and it cried.
He's not making any shots, his teammates are in bad moods and he can't tell if it's because of him.
He planned to meet you and some of your work friends after practice but now?
He's not so sure.
He feels pretty crappy and then, as he's leaving practice, Meian makes a comment.
"Don't embarrass yourself."
Bokuto feels hollow after that and then the cherry on top is when he's walking up to the station and that spiteful low hanging tree branch snags his team jacket again, rips the repair you already made once, and Bokuto feels like an absolute burden on everyone and everything and even though you assured him you didn't mind fixing his jacket after he tried and tried to thread the needle he feels like such a dud and he just wants to see you but when he gets to the cafe he sees you inside with your friends and you're laughing and so happy and he, he--
Spins on his heel and leaves.
"Ko?" He hears your voice. "Ko!" you call running out to him. "Hey."
You're smiling when you pull his arm and turn him around.
He feels like a dark cloud.
"I thought that was you. Are you coming inside? Everything ok?" You try searching his expression when he shakes his head but he won't meet your eye. "Ko, what's wrong?"
"I just, uh, I'm not feeling well," he mutters. "Sorry, just gonna go home."
"Oh, okay, let me just go grab my things," you reply without hesitation but he stuffs his hands in his pockets.
"No, you just go enjoy your friends." He doesn't wait for your reply before he leaves.
Home is only a few train stops away, thankfully, so he doesn't have to wait long until he can enclose himself in the safe space but not even this place can bring his spirit up.
All he can see when he looks around is how his high-energy has led to accidents. He wonders if he does enough chores around the house. He can't cook like Osamu or clean like Sakusa. He feels worse and worse as his mind spirals on the burden he must be to you. All he wants to do is curl up into a ball.
It's not long before he hears the front door.
"Ko?" You call, voice muffled by the walls. He hears you open and close a few doors, soft footsteps padding around until the approach and the closet door screeeks open. Your voice is soft. "Ko?"
Gentle.
There's a rustle as you rummage through the clothes, he tries to shrink but you find him and crouch down to his eye level.
It's still dark in here, light from the bedroom shining on only half your face and Bokuto thinks you're the most beautiful person in the world, inside and out.
"Ko?"
More than he deserves.
With his knees up to his chest he buried his face but you hear the sniffle.
"Ko," you murmur and lean in, wrapping your arms around him. He tries not to but
He cries.
"I just can't do anything right today," he sobs as big tears drop onto his uniform. "Look, I even tore my jacket," -he flicks the rip- "again and I still won't be able to fix it.
"I can't do anything for anyone!" He angrily weeps.
"Bokuto Kōtarō." Your voice is soft but stern. He tenses up and you tilt his chin to meet your eye. "None of this is true. And" -you cut him off before he can interject- "even if you don't believe it, I do."
Holding his gaze you gently ask "do you believe in me?" He nods fervently and you smile warmly, cupping his cheeks. "Then believe me when I say you are the kindest, purest, warmest, most wonderful person I've ever met."
Tears overflow now-shining eyes that take in all of you. He lets you pull him forward, shifting his body in your arms, his weight onto you. He's about to protest that he'll crush you when you start running your fingers through his hair.
He sinks into you.
You clutch him tighter, unphased by his size, and listen as he tells you about all the bad parts of his day. You offer solutions or counter points, assuring him it's not a problem to fix his jacket again.
"And Meian said that because he embarrassed himself in front of his girlfriend's work friends," you offer with a small laugh. "She told me all about it last MSBY dinner."
He wraps his arms around you, too.
You're still stroking his hair. "We all have bad days, Ko, but it doesn't mean that we're bad."
Bokuto had a hard day but you,
Your words, the sound of your voice, your arms around him, listening to him, loving him...
You make it better.
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vintagexherry · 5 months
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Treasure for Three Days [8][Finale]
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Pirate!Miguel x Princess!Reader
//Smut, Kissing, unprotected sex, oral, throat fucking, overstimulation, first times [pls comment if I miss anything]
A/N: Thank you for your patience
Previously
"Just couldn't stay away from you, hermosa." He chuckled at your flushed state.
"Yeah....I notice" You smiled.You glanced back at the shoreline, seeing your father shouting for you to come back.
This time, though, you're sure you don't want to.
You don't how you ended up here, but you sure as hell this is what you meant by taking your mundane life away.
Sure, running, piracy, and chasing wasn't the exact scene that comes to your head, but it's better than you could expect.
Lovely even.
The sun is setting, a mixture of orange and subtle purple paint the sky, and the shoreline of your kingdom is long forgetten in the distance.
Right now, you inhale the salty yet fresh air of the ocean, your face ached from smiling so widely from the event that transpired, but you can't find yourself to stop smiling.
The crew seemed to be happy that your back, saying things like keeping the captain in control.
You chuckle at their words, you only spent three-ish days with them yet you felt a deep bond.
"I see you're still nothing but a deep thinker, hermosa."
Your head turned around to see Miguel approaching you with a smirk.
He slightly bends down to kiss you on your lips, and you smile even wider.
"Hello to you too," you mused.
"Mmm, missed the taste."
Miguel seemed to stare into your soul with his piercing red-brownish eyes, and you can't help but shiver.
"Glad I didn't make you marry that snob of a prince."
"You met my fiance? Is that how you got your royal clothes from?"
"Fiance? No more of that bebita. And maybe... Maybe threatened him with a sword against his neck for good measures."
You chuckle.
"Sword agaist his neck? Sounds a bit familiar don't you think?"
He seemed to think for a while and laughed at the memory.
"Glad I did it." He smiled to you. His hands caressing your waist.
"Cap'n! The sails are okay and wind is steady." A crewmate reported, breaking you and Miguel in your bubble of light flirting.
"Good. Keep her busy, if im needed I'll be in my quarters."
You lightly yelp as you were dragged by the waist and made to follow Miguel to his room.
Once you both arrived and the door was shut, Miguel didn't waste time diving to your lips.
Your eyes widened a bit but you quickly returned his affection.
"Eager, are we? I didn't expect the infamous Miguel O'hara to be smitten." You teased.
"That's right, big bad, Arachne captain got the hots for a little princess. Now I wonder if that princess is willing to fix the problem?" He teased back as his hands go at the back of your dress, untying the corset as he does.
With the corset starting to loosen, you kissed him again.
He chuckles
"It's a yes then? Well what are we waiting for hm?"
With that, he suddenly carried to bridal style and promptly dropped you to the bed.
He didn't waste time kissing you feverishly.
While kissing, you didn't notice him taking a dagger nearby. He disconnected the kiss for him to slice the fabrics and threads that held your dress.
"Wha-Hey!-"
"Shhh, I'll get you a new one, as many as you like. Maybe more than your wardrobe."
He threw the dagger randomly on the floor and ripped the rest of your dress with his hands.
His lips returned to you and moved down to your neck.
You shuddered as you felt soft lips tracing the veins in your neck and down to your collarbone. The dress finally removed, and he threw its scrap randomly on the floor alongside the dagger.
"Mmm- Miguel"
"Relax for me bebita, that's it."
His hands caressed every skin that it could find, rubbing circles on your arms, until it reached your thighs, and then your knees.
While his lips are occupied for leaving you marks, his hands spread your legs apart to give him room.
You lightly gasped when you felt his bulge slightly drag at your clothed pussy.
He stopped his mistrations with his lips and hissed a cursed.
His eyes looked down at your underwear, he glared at it as if it did a grave sin agaist him.
In this scenario it probably did.
His hands left your knees and immediately went to remove your underwear.
Once off, your suddenly felt shy. Causing you to close your legs a bit but Miguel is quicker stop you.
"Mmnh, non of that hermosa, don't go shy on me now."
You bit your lip and slightly nodded as you opened your legs a bit again.
Miguel is still fully clothed. Your hands went to the buttons of his blouse.
Miguel seem to be happy with your intiative and let your unbutton his blouse and next were his pants.
When he finally slid off his clothes you gulp as his stature.
Miguel is big, his muscles, his height...
And that horse between his legs.
Miguel sensed your nerves and one of his hands raised up to pet your head.
"We'll take it easy, hermosa, But who knows, maybe next time I wouldn't if you keep looking at like that." He teased.
"Ego is as high as ever." You smiled.
Your eyes focused on his dick, it's size made you question how'd it fit into your mouth before, and now you want to question how it will fit into you overall.
You suddenly think 'fuck it'. You just ran away from your home and you finally gonna get the life you wanted.
A little rod down your throat should'nt stop you.
You raised your body so you could go down on your knees, Miguel's member just right in front of you.
You took your hands and gently wrapped it around it's length, Miguel hissed at the contact.
You find your lips connecting to his tip, licking off any excess precum that's starting to drip off.
Miguel hissed more, biting his bottom lip. His hands automatically held the back of your head, not pushing you further but enough to encourage you.
You took the sign and continued licking his length. After a few more licks, you sucked his tip.
"fffffuuck, that's it bebita. go o-on."
Your movements made his hips buck, almost putting his length into your mouth.
You licked and sucked a few more times, and finally, with a deep breath of courage and a whole lotta confidence to do it, you took his length halfway making it hit the back of your throat.
"Ah, ¡Mierda!"
His hand is now gripping your hair, giving you a bit of a sting but who cares at this point.
You bobbed your head, each bob making you take his length deeper into you.
If Miguel was known to be the fearsome and strongest pirate captain out there.
He's also known for not being patient.
With you almost taking his length down your throat, Miguel uttered a word you couldn't hear and the last thing you know was both of his hands holding the side of your head and ramming his cock down your throat roughly.
"Hgrk!" You gagged, your nose hitting his pelvic area and your senses are filled with Miguel.
Miguel didn't seem to mind since all he did was move your head for you while thrusting his hips to the same rhythm.
Your ears hear nothing but your own gagging noises and Miguel's swearing and grunts.
"Shhhit, a-amor that...thats it!"
With a few more thrusts, he held your head to stay in one place, then you finally felt that familiar warmth down your throat.
After a few minutes, Miguel finally let your head go letting you let his length out of your mouth.
Miguel above you was a panting mess, but you were much worse.
Make up the maids put on you this morning was all ruined with tearstreaks ruining the eye makeup and drool smudging the lipstick.
You might look worse but Miguel could beg to differ.
While you also took a breather, you notice his cock twitching back to hardness, and it did nothing but make you throb for it.
"Breath in as much as you need hermosa, it's gonna be a long night."
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"Mi-Miguel!"
Your pleas go from one ear to another since Miguel was too busy ramming into you as if it's your last day all over again.
Both of you don't know if minutes or hours has gone by.
But sure as hell you both are enjoying it.
Miguel took his time to prepare you and your body, giving you praises here and there. Caresses are placed everywhere. And you thank the gods for being able to survive the thing between his legs.
"So good...So goo- fuck!"
While you were writhing in overstimulation, Miguel was busy enjoying himself.
His dick hitting that one spot you swore you saw stars with.
Forget stars. You were seeing whatever Galileo Galilei saw in the telescope.
Your moans and Miguel's grunts fill the room entirely that you weren't surprised if the entire ship could hear it.
But you can't think right now, no thoughts go in your head when Miguel started increasing in speed, the bed creaking with his movements.
You screamed his name but he doesn't seem to care.
His hands being on the side of your head, started gripping the sheets hard, a tale tell sign his close.
So were you.
You were now babbling mess beneath him, your mind felt pleasure no where near imagination.
"Come with me hermosa, come with....Fuck!"
His hips stuttered in movement as he finally gave one last thrust into you before you felt warm liquid flow inside of you.
You body convulsed at the feeling, shockwaves spread around your muscles making them tense and shake.
You said Miguel's name one last time before your body went limp.
You gaze above Miguel and he does the same to you.
His face was lightened only by the moonlight through the window.
Miguel gazed down onto you, he felt nothing but admiration for your being. You look like a divine being and him, just a mere mortal.
As both of you catch your breath, Miguel finally laid down next to you, wrapping his arms around you and you felt nothing but safety in the arms of your lover.
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While you and Miguel are busy resting.
The crew was busy distracting themself at the scenery.
"Bloody hell... Those two finally shut up." Hobie muttered with a sigh.
Miles chuckled.
"Well, at least we finally have someone who can hold back Captain with his mood swings."
Hobie hummed in agreement. Resting his eyes
After a few seconds, he opened his eyes in realization. Hobie looked at Miles with a smirk.
"I know that look, I dont like that look."
Hobie didn't say anything but lend his hand out.
Miles looked at it and sighed deeply. He reached out his back and put out a pouch of gold. Throwing it to Hobie who catched it happily.
"A bet is a bet mate, so are rules." Hobie chuckled. "Told ya I always win"
"Oh shut up." Miles scoffed but that didn't erase his smile.
As much as the crew didn't get enough sleep that night they were glad your back. Someone who can laugh at their shenanigans and someone who can be of assistance when talking to Miguel.
And Miguel was nothing but glad he got his treasure back.
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wandabear · 1 month
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CHEERFUL OBLIVION - WANDA MAXIMOFF X F!READER (chapter four)
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Summary: Your duty is to watch her 'till Chton comes for her, even if you hate it, but do you really hate it? Especially when you start to get to know Wanda. The bond begins to torment you. But, oh Lord, you've never been so in love. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ chapter one chapter two chapter three chapter four chapter five chapter six ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ masterlist
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tw: smut?, angst, violence, blood, mentions of death, fluff, angst with a happy ending.
Jules/Stolas is portrayed by Adelaide Kane. Here.
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Her gaze rested on the door's handle for about ten minutes, thinking about how to begin, what she was going to say. How was she going to do it? Trying to gain courage to do what she had to do, for so long.
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Things got out of control, she needed to face the situation now but it was so hard. Y/N cleared her throat and finally knocked on the door, expecting that woman to be gone or to just have to get out of there but when the door finally opened, she sighed. 
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ That was her punishment for all the bad deeds.
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Wanda was in front of her, with a happy smile and an excited look. And all Y/N could say, feeling her heart break, was: “We need to talk.”
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“Sure, come in.” Wanda hesitated a little surprised, especially by the look on Y/N's face. Looked like everything was going to hell. “What is going on, detka? What do you want to talk about?” ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ
Gulping, Y/N turned to see her asking herself how to start. It wasn't easy to drop a bomb of this size, she knew Wanda wasn't going to take it well. Her life and everyone's life hung by a thread. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ
“I don't even know how to start. There are things about me that you should know, and you're not going to like them.”  Y/N smiled sadly, feeling the room grow smaller and smaller around her, making the demon feel so helpless. She had never been so afraid before. She looked at Wanda, who sat next to her. “You know how I feel about you, right?” ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ
Wanda smiled tenderly, taking Y/N's hand to give her the courage and support she needed so bad. “You should tell me.”
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Y/N knew there was no alternative but to tell her the truth. Looking around, the demon took a deep breath, filling her lungs with that exquisite perfume. Wanda smelled of coconut and a soft sweet tone of something she couldn't recognize.
Every part of her body told her not to do it, her mind told her not to say it, to just keep going as she was, but Abaddon wouldn't allow it. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ
“I know you've tried to find out more about me, and I haven't been honest with you.”  The demon continued, intertwining her fingers with her girlfriend's. “Who I was before I met you is not easy.”
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Wanda was silent, noticing Y/N's internal struggle to say what she felt. If the witch could read her mind now she could easily know, but there was something charming and special about Y/N, not being able to know created a painful but exciting anticipation.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ The melancholy in the Y/N’s gaze captivated her, as well as the passion in those kisses. The love in that woman’s eyes, which grew little by little as the months went by.
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“I'm crazy about you, Wanda. There's no debate about that, I don't want you to doubt my love.” Y/N shrugged, feeling as sincere as she had ever been with anyone before. “I'm in love with you.”
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A huge, in love, sincere smile appeared on Wanda's lips, one that the world started seeing more when she met Y/N.
Couldn't even let her girlfriend finish speaking, the Sokovian just leaned in to kiss her. Oh, the peace she felt when their lips met again. Closing her eyes, Y/N accepted that maybe this was the sweetest ending.
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“I love you.” Wanda whispered against her soft lips, still with eyes closed, still lost in that kiss. Surprised, unable to believe those words, Y/N's eyes widened.
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“What?” Y/N babbled. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ “I know, I know it's not easy to hear...” Wanda giggled sheepishly. Her look showed nothing but unconditional, real and sincere love. “I hope I don't freak you out with this.”
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But Y/N just kept quiet, still shocked. In her head there was nothing but surprise and enormous joy. So much so that she completely forgot the reason why she was there.
That heart beat so fast that the demon feared it would burst out of her chest.
Wanda loved her, she really loved her. Someone loved her!
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“I love you too.” Y/N whispered, a confession both had been waiting for so long. The demon giggled, especially when Wanda wrinkled her nose, fangirling.
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“You do?”
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“I do.” Y/N tucked a strand of brown hair behind her beloved's ear.  “I really love you.”
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Tension between their gazes grew exponentially. Their hearts intertwined once more when Y/N kissed her again, but this time it was a much more needy kiss.
Her tongue sought Wanda's to begin a slow dance. Challenging each other, caressing each other intimately until air became necessary. Carefully, Wanda grabbed the collar of Y/N's shirt and pulled her to the bed, lying down together.
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Suddenly, Y/N couldn't think about anything but Wanda, her smile, the soft touch of her fingers, that sexy thick accent. She didn't even remember why she was there, and now nothing could keep her away from this woman right now. Placing her hands on Wanda's hips and pulling her closer, Y/N left those soft lips to continue running along her jaw until she reached that delicate neck.
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Oh, her scent drove her completely feral.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ Smiling, she bit and kissed the sokovian’s neck so possessive and eager, until something made her stop quickly.
Realizing that she might have been moving too far and those feelings for Wanda were so addictive, Y/N pulled away to look into those green eyes, hoping she hadn't screwed everything up.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ “Sorry, I just…” Y/N said somewhat agitated. Her face was flushed, didn't know if it was because of shyness or desire.  “I’m really into you. You've got me crazy about you. I never felt like this before.”
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A sigh escaped Wanda's lips upon hearing her confession. Her heart was beating so hard, and that weird feeling in her belly was like she had millions of bats flapping around in desperation. It was strange but beautiful, especially since it was the first time.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ “The way you look, the way you walk, the way…that you smile.”  Y/N raised a flirty eyebrow. “And you're so fucking sexy tho, I'm sorry.”
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They both laughed, even in a moment as tense as that, making it more beautiful and even special. Y/N leaned her forehead to rest against hers, bonding in such an adorable way.
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“I want you.” Finally those words left Wanda's lips in a whisper, as if she wanted only them to witness that moment.
Y/N she kept her gaze on those full, sweet lips, as they moved. How much she wanted to lose herself in them. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ
Totally crazy about her, and would be for her entire eternal life. Y/N closed the distance between them once more, joining in more than a kiss.
In slow caresses, soft touches, her fingers gradually got rid of the clothes when they both fell to the bed, surrendered to passion. The long-sleeved black blouse was left behind, same as that adorable but sensual black skirt of hers.
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“This is my first time.” Wanda confessed in a sigh, making Y/N pull away a little to look at her eyes.
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“I can stop whenever you want.” And it was true, of course she would stop if Wanda needed it. Hell, she could live an eternity without sex if Wanda wanted to. That's how in love and attached to her the demon was.
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“Sh, come here.” The Sokovian's eyes only showed desire, helping Y/N take off her clothes. Between giggles, they both physically loved each other for the first time.
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Wanda's first time with someone. Y/N’s first time making love.
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Touching her with slow hands,  just enjoying the feeling even if it made the Sokovian desperate. Expectation and need devoured her like a wild beast.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ Y/N enjoyed the feel of the skin. That adorable and sensual birth mark on the witch’s boob, the way these fit perfectly in her hand as she softly squeezed them while kissing her belly.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ Wanda bit her lip when Y/N finally reached her most sensitive area. How the demon devoured her completely, first slowly to enjoy her and then with a wild need.
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She was at the edge. And it felt so liberating.
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It felt nice, it felt like touching paradise. And Wanda allowed herself to smile, to moan, clinging to her lover once her orgasm hit.
And it wasn't the only one all night. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ
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ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ “Tell me something about you.” The Sokovian whispered, resting on her lover's chest as she caressed Y/N's belly. She was struggling not to fall asleep.
Both were resting after the fifth orgasm, the clock showed that it was just 4:00 AM. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ
Smiling tenderly, Y/N placed a small kiss on Wanda’s head. She kept silent for a moment, thinking how to say it, without having to say the harsh and truly incredible reality. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ
“Jules and I grew up in this… big place, where... there wasn't much affection, but it didn't matter because I had everything. It was a long time ago.” Y/N murmured as her fingers ran down the brunette's back. She made sure to collect and caress each of her moles and birthmarks and treasure them forever in her mind.  “Although I saw amazing things.” ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ
She smiled wistfully. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ
“Then something happened that made me leave the place. No… In fact, they kicked me out of my place.” Her melancholic voice changed to a much harder one, perhaps an angrier one, you could still see it hurt by the decision they had made so long ago. “I made a silly mistake, a very stupid one indeed… They kicked me out of my home.”
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Noticing the sadness in Y/N, Wanda raised her gaze to see Y/N. How could they do that to Y/N? How could they kick her out of a place that made her happy? A place that felt like home.  How could they be so cruel? How could they take away something she loved? A safe place.
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“Their loss.” She caressed her cheek gently before reaching out to kiss it with such love that once again, it melt the demon’s heart.  “Now you’re mine, detka.”
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Smiling tenderly, Y/N kissed Wanda's lips once more, accepting where she should be, where she deserved to be, where she was destined. “Now I’m yours, forever.”
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And this is how a unique love grew, a love so great and so dangerous. Because only the loss of true love could wreak havoc on Wanda’s unstable mind.
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ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ She woke up by her side so many times, but that morning both seemed more radiant than ever. After taking a nice, hot shower together, both left the room holding hands. They walked down the aisle without any fear to show their love, proud to have that person by their side.
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“I’ve to go.” Wanda murmured, biting her lower lip, not wanting to let go but they had to. “I love you.”
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“Love you too.” Y/N gave her a peck on her lips and then watched her walk away. Nothing mattered to her in those moments, Wanda managed to make her forget everything and although it was dangerous, she couldn't help it. She never felt so helpless.
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But a pang made the demon narrow her eyes, those instincts were begging to be heard. A strong smell reached her, making her turn quickly to see where Natasha was.
The Black Widow was chatting with someone pleasantly, someone she could easily recognize. She walked up to the two of them, trying to look nonchalant. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ
“What’s happening here?” Y/N said, drawing their attention, her gaze fell on the other redhead and her blood ran cold when she actually saw who it was.
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“Oh, Y/N. This is Josie Miller, she has come to visit. Works for the government but I think the CIA sent her to spy on us.” Natasha joked, both redheads laughed together. They seemed to get along very well, and it was something that Y/N didn't like at all.
How long had she been there? How much information did she get from Nat?
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“Just a little visit, just this woman is incredible, we stayed chatting more than we should.” Abaddon nodded but when she fixed her gaze on Y/N, smiling widely. Clearly this was not a friendly visit. “To see if anyone here needs my help in the future.”
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“Well, it was nice meeting you, Josie.” Natasha shook her hand and then grabbed her phone which started ringing.  “Y/N, can you walk her out? Sorry, Stark is a pain my ass today.”
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Gulping, Y/N fakes her best, kindest smile. “Sure, I'll walk you out, if you like.”
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Before Abaddon's scathing gaze, Y/N walked her down the hallway, feeling the tension in her body increase. As soon as she saw the storage room empty, the demon pushed Abaddon into it and locked it.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ “What are you doing here?” Y/N hissed once she realized they were alone, with Abaddon around anything could happen.
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“Well, seeing that my dear Stolas didn't work as a spy, I've decided to come and see how everything is going.” Abaddon mocked and walked through the storage, looking around, especially some boxes with Stark tech. “These monkeys and their destructive tech. They are not better than us, you know?”
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Y/N gulped at the mention of Stolas. She hadn't heard from her since the demon left to see Abaddon.  “I told you everything was fine.”
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Abaddon snorted. “Yes, of course, you've told me everything I needed to know.” 
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The redhead rolled her eyes and turned to look at Y/N. This time the irony disappeared, her face became more somber and fearsome.
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“Things changed and so did plans.” The Knight narrowed her eyes and walked around Y/N, like a war general trying to command respect or perhaps like a wild animal surrounding its prey.  “Seems we have one more spy between us, the sky is a bit agitated, so Chton decided to take the girl once and for all.”
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Y/N was grateful that Abaddon didn't see her at that moment, her face completely pale.
How was that possible? She couldn’t be serious. Wanda wasn't ready and she wasn't ready to lose her.
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“But…” Y/N whispered. “She's not ready.” 
Giggling at Y/N's naivety, Abaddon stood in front of her. 
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“It doesn't matter. We will torture her to madness if necessary.”  The high-ranking demon shrugged.
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Y/N didn't know what to say or what to do. Couldn't face Abaddon now or half of that place would end up destroyed. She couldn't make her suspicious either, had to play better cards.
Abaddon was much more volatile, her strength was brute while Leviathan flowed like water, Y/N was smarter than her and knew when to attack. Because when the Leviathan did, it was relentless.
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Their rivalry dated back millennia, but Y/N never wanted the position Abaddon fervently desired.
In a daring way, the redhead approached Y/N, just inches from her face. The icy blue of those eyes colliding with Y/N's, carmine red lips and a perfume so strong that it permeated the demon's nose.
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“I know you're playing with the witch, the Widow told me everything.” Abaddon narrowed her eyes, she didn't look offended or upset, she just seemed… proud? Strangely cheerful? Not even Y/N knew how to take it. “It's a good move, breaking her heart so hard she'll end up crazy.”
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Abaddon smiled, showing those prominent fangs. Y/N clenched her fists to endure the rage. Abaddon struck her weakest area.
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“Oh, honey, when she finds out who you are...” She let out an evil laugh, patting the Y/N’s shoulder. “You're risking your ass for this, Leviathan, I admit it. You have earned my respect.”
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Oh, of course Abaddon was happy about that. If Wanda becomes the Scarlet Witch out of pain, what would stop her from taking down Y/N out of spite? Nothing.
Far from enraging the Knight of Hell, this time she played a much heavier and more powerful card.
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A masterful play.
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“On that day, the Scarlet Witch with her sore and great and strong sword shall punish leviathan, the twisted serpent; and she shall slay the dragon that is in the sea and bound it a thousand years,”  Abaddon recited those words written in the book so dark and so ancient, ones that made Y/N clench her jaw.
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“You have seven days left, make the most of it.” The redhead winked at her, knowing that she won that battle. Taking her leather jacket, Abaddon walked towards the door to leave when Y/N gained enough courage to speak.
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“I want Stolas back.” Leviathan turned to look at her, knowing it might be a bad move, but she would never leave Stolas alone. “I know you have her.”
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The silence remained for a moment. Both gazes colliding, for the first time Y/N didn't let herself be trampled by her.
Tilting her head, amazed at Leviathan's bravery, Abaddon sneered: “I no longer need the little bird as a spy.”
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Smiling wryly, Y/N replied: “I don’t care, I want her back.” 
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The blue eyed demon was about to refuse again when Y/N interrupted one more time, she wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer.  She was resilient, even more so when it came to the people she loved. ㅤㅤ ㅤ
People she loves. ㅤㅤ ㅤ
Those words seemed so absurd, a year ago it would have made her laugh out loud just thinking that she could love someone or be loved. Friendship was such a stupid and meaningless concept, one that today the demon would defend to the death. Because Jules would have done the same thing.
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“If you want the girl to be broken, Stolas is part of the plan.” Y/N tried again, arching a sassy eyebrow. Whatever threat Abaddon made to her, didn't give a fuck. And she could tell by the way the redhead clenched her jaw, knowing that even in her worst moments, she couldn't touch Y/N.
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“I'm tired of torturing the spawn anyway.” Shrugging, trying to look disinterested, she raised her hand and snapped those long pale fingers.
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At that moment a naked body appeared on the ground. Jules was curved, head down, and arms and legs pulled in close to the body, trying to endure the pain.
The bruises and blood on Jules's pale skin, the wounds were more than Y/N could count. Stolas, who had been tortured from the moment she had stepped into hell empty-handed.
Swallowing, the brunette looked up to see Y/N, feeling extremely embarrassed that she saw her that way. Those brown eyes were red from the beating, but Y/N could see the sorrow in them for failing a friend.
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“Seven days and this land will be scourged.” Abaddon reiterated, watching them with a deadly gaze.  Y/N didn't say anything, just approached Stolas to help her.
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She was about to leave but then stopped. “You don't happen to know where Furcas is, do you?”
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The irony in those words flowed like blood in her veins, of course the Knight knew perfectly well what had happened to Furcas, she was testing her.
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“He must be entertained among innocent women and children, right? It's his specialty.” Arching an eyebrow, Y/N responded in the same way, having nothing to lose at that moment.
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“Yes, that must be it.” Abaddon said, narrowing her eyes but still smiling wickedly.
The redhead waved at them before walking down the hallway before disappearing.
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As soon as the Knight was gone, she took Jules and they both disappeared from there to appear in their room. Quickly, Y/N grabbed a blanket and covered her friend, helping her up.
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“Are you okay?” Y/N was so worried, never felt so helpless.
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“I think so.” Jules muttered, she could barely see with her face so swollen. Hell, she could barely talk. Apparently she had several teeth missing.
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Feeling deep guilt but mostly sadness at seeing her like that, Y/N brought her hand to Jules's forehead and quickly healed her.
It wasn't something she could do easily, only fallen angels could do it, but she could take a little of Stolas' pain and share it.
The brunette's face was deflated, you could simply see some small cuts on both of their faces and their bodies, but nothing more than that. Those bruises and burns went from a dark color to a softer one, soon to heal.
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“Much better.” Y/N smiled melancholy, feeling the burning cut on her lip. 
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Jules looked at her surprised, perhaps more worried. “You shouldn't have done that, she could have killed you.”
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“She can't do that, otherwise she would have done it a long time ago.” Sighing, Y/N helped Jules sit up on the bed. Then came over with a glass of water which Jules drank quickly, completely thirsty.
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“Y/N…”  The brunette knew that even though Y/N tried to look carefree, she was quite worried. Especially with everything Jules had to tell her.  “She's raising hell. She will free Chton any way she can.”
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Fear was heard in Stolas 's voice. Of course Y/N knew something big was coming, of course she felt terror freeze her blood just thinking about it.
Determined, inhaling deeply, she knew it was time to take charge of the situation and stop daydreaming.
If she truly loved Wanda, she must do everything to protect her.
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“We have to talk to them now.” Y/N whispered, knowing it was for the best. That her heartbreak was better than watching Wanda fall into madness.  “She's coming for her.”
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A few hours later, both demons walked through the compound as if they were going straight to the gallows.
They knew nothing good was going to happen after tonight, but it was a necessary evil.
Once they arrived at the Lounge, Y/N felt her heart skip a beat as she saw Wanda chat with Yelena, before the blonde walked away. J ules looked at Y/N with a wistful look and squeezed her shoulder.  “I'll go talk to Nat. Good luck.”
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“My deepest condolences.” Y/N wrinkled her nose, she even felt a little sorry for Stolas. Natasha would kick her ass easily.  “When she finds out what we did… If she could, she would kill you.”
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“She has a heart too big for that, and that's what torments me. I love her.” Jules said sadly, putting her hands in the pocket of the huge hoodie she was wearing. “But you and I deserve this. We deserve to suffer, not them.”
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Strong and harsh words, but real.
Y/N nodded and took courage before walking towards Wanda, who as soon as she saw her coming gave her a huge smile. Oh, how in love she was.
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“Hello, detka. I thought I wouldn't see you today-”
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“Wands… we need to talk.” Taking a place next to her girlfriend, you could see how the demon seemed a little nervous. The worry and sadness reflected in those eyes.
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“Sure, like last night.” Wanda flirted a bit.
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 “I mean it, I need to talk to you.” She sighed. Y/N tucked a strand of brown hair behind her lover's ear, caressing her cheek, those adorable moles.
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Seeing that Y/N seemed to be serious and noticing the concern on her face, Wanda sought her gaze.  “What's going on, detka?”
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Y/N hesitated.
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For the first time in this long life, Leviathan felt deep fear, so much so that the words rushed out of her lips. The searing pain of knowing that she will lose her forever.
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“I'm not who you think I am.” She began, taking a deep breath. “I'm not who you expect.”
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Frowning, not understanding what this was all about, Wanda took her girlfriend's hand. She didn't want to fall prey to fear and anxiety, but Y/N was breaking all of her schemes once again. “What do you mean?”
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Getting up from her seat, Y/N tried to arrange the words in her mind before saying something that would break everything.
Scratched the back of her neck thoughtfully. “I'm not who you think I am.”
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Silence reigned for a few seconds before the Sokovian spoke again, this time her voice was much hoarser. 
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“This is because last night-?” The brunette thought about the passionate night they spent together. Sure, it must be that.  Got something from Wanda and then she was gone, it was always the same. “I can’t believe it.”
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Wanda shook her head and stood up ready to leave. Those green eyes filled with tears.
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“What?” Y/N frowned, She didn't understand until after a few seconds the answer came to her. Wanda was thinking that- “oh, NO! No, no no.”
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“First, we make love, I have my first time with you and now you leave me. I already know it all.” The brunette shook her head, covering her face, feeling like such an idiot. How could she be so gullible?
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"It's not because of that!” Y/N took her lover's hand but Wanda quickly let go. “I love you with all my fucking heart, it’s not about that. It's not about that!”
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Wanda looked at her even more confused than before. “Then what is it?”
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Hesitant, Y/N gulped. Feeling like a trapped mouse, there was no escape, only the pain.
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“It’s about me.” She whispered almost imperceptibly.
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Of course that didn't clarify any of the ideas that the witch was having in her mind. What could be so bad to see so much concern in those eyes? Wanda wished she could read her mind right now.
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“You- you know the whole story of... religion and all that?”  Y/N babbled nervously, licking her lips but Wanda just tilted her head, looking even more confused.
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“Are you Mormon?”
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“No! I’m just-”  The demon exploded, pinching the bridge of her nose, taking so many deep breaths before continuing. “I try to explain to you but I don't know how.”
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Y/N felt so frustrated. “Have you ever felt or had any paranormal experiences?”
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“You mean besides having powers and reading people's minds?” Wanda jokes, sitting next to her. 
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Sighing in defeat, Y/N stood up to walk around the room. “Wanda, I'm not human.”
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She finally let it go bluntly, already tired of looking for excuses or softer ways to tell the truth. An ugly and painful truth, one that was better to discover once and for all.
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“What are you talking about?” Wanda frowned, unable to believe that Y/N kept something so important from her for so long. “Are you enhanced? Why did you never tell me...?”
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“No, no that.” Swallowing, knowing it was time, Y/N confessed what she never thought she should say:  “I’m a demon.”
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The silence after that was terrifying, but after a moment Wanda's amused laughter made everything even more uncomfortable for the demon.
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“Come on, detka. You and your jokes, I almost believe it.” Shaking her head, trying to bear her laughter, Wanda turned to leave but Y/N grabbed her arm.
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“No, I mean it.” Y/N frowned, perhaps a little offended. “I’m a demon.”
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“No, you’re not.”
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“My name is…” The brunette tried to say something but Wanda stopped her.
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“Y/N.” Wanda sighed, this joke was going too far. It was going from being fun to being a bit uncomfortable.
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“No, that’s the name I chose to be on Earth all those years ago.” Y/N was beginning to fall into a deep pit of despair. She needed Wanda to believe it, she understood that all that sounded crazy but didn't want to have to prove it to her.
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Didn't want Wanda to see her as she really is. A monster. 
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“Y/N, demons do not exist.” Wanda got up from the couch, already a little upset by all of this. It was the first time they had an 'argument' and it wasn't even an 'argument'.
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She walked towards the exit of the lounge when suddenly Y/N appeared in front of her, as if by magic. A kind of soft flapping sound was heard when she did so.
But what made her retreat was not that but the eyes of her lover. Those eyes that she loved so much now changed to one very reptile-like. Like those of a deadly viper.
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“Do you need more proof?” Y/N said, walking towards her, noticing how the Sokovian backed away quickly. But after seeing the fear in her green eyes, Y/N turned to her human eyes. “I need you to listen to me, I'm not going to hurt you, I love you.”
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“You can't love me, you are a-a… I don't even know what you are!” Wanda murmured, scared, but above all upset by her lies. Suddenly, her fingers began to move, playing with that red magic between them. Y/N felt like a dagger pierced her heart upon hearing those painful words.
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“I know it's hard to accept, I know a lot of things are going through your mind right now.” Y/N said quickly raising her hands as she got closer, the demon didn't want to hurt anyone or fight her. A small tear escaped her eyes, a sincere and real tear. “But I want to tell you the truth.”
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Although she felt so hurt, Y/N's words managed to calm her down for a moment. The look in the demon’s eyes didn't lie, much less the tears she couldn't hold back, she couldn't be pretending, right?
The red magic stopped; Wanda sighed and lowered her guard, accepting Y/N’s approach.
Slowly, Y/N came closer until she was in front of her. That woman she loved so much, to whom her heart belongs since she met her.
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“You're in danger. That’s why I’m here telling the truth.” Y/N sighed.
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“Danger of what?” Wanda stroked the sides of her head, trying to bear this whole situation. “I don't understand anything.”
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“Wanda.” Y/N began, taking her hand and even though the Sokovian took it away the first time, the demon took it again to take her to the couch and make her sit there. Y/N knelt in front of her, trying to explain all this madness.
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“A very powerful demon has been looking for you for a long time.” Y/N whispered. “You're made for great things.”
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And although it was a lot of information all together, Wanda seemed to refuse to accept it. How was it physically possible? It was too much.
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"No! I am just-"
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“A girl with these powers that you still don't understand.” Y/N felt enormous guilt, the confusion and suffering that Wanda felt in those moments must have been overwhelming. “You think it was Hydra's fault, but actually those powers come from yourself. Deep inside you, you know I'm telling the truth… That’s Chaos Magic, Wanda.”
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Unable to believe all that, the brunette just shook her head. Tears began to fall down her cheeks, how did Y/N possibly know all that? No.
She got her powers because she was stupid enough to join Hydra, not because she was something 'special'.
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“You’re the Scarlet Witch.” Y/N finished in a sigh, taking her hands. “And there are things out there that want to use you, do you a lot of harm. And I couldn't do it, I love you. I fell in love with you since I met you.”
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She was being painfully honest, the crying alone could prove that.
Even though the witch was afraid, and her instincts screamed to run  away, Wanda couldn't help but feel that she was telling the truth. Despite the lies, despite Y/N’s true nature, the love was still there.
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“Please, read my mind.” Y/N begged her, desperate for the first time in her life. “You'll know I'm telling the truth.”
ㅤㅤ ㅤ Wanda tried to break free, but the demon was stronger, bringing Wanda's hands to the sides of her head.
Confused, Wanda didn't know what to do. Was she really ready to know the whole truth? Was she ready to break completely? For her to accept that the one she loved so much turned out to be something so and demonic? To accept the betrayal of her great love.
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Without further ado, Y/N closed her eyes, lowering that barrier and allowing the witch to read her mind for the first time. 
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Wanda blinked, trying to adapt to the light of that place. It looked like a very bright and warm place, a long hallway that seemed eternal.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ She walked a step down that hallway until she heard that voice, that voice she knew so well. In one of the hallways, two people she didn't recognize were carrying Y/N, dragging and pushing her towards a huge window. She could now understand that she was in something like a 'building' or at least that's how her brain processed heaven.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ “What you do to humans is inexcusable! I just did what I was told! I didn’t do anything! You can't throw me out like you did with him! ” Y/N shouted before being banished forever. Pushed from that window and causing her fall.
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“She's the Scarlet Witch.”
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“But she’s a kid.” Y/N mumbled, somewhat confused. “Yeah, no, I don’t mess with the tiny ones.”
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“Your job is to do what Chton ordered you to do.” Abaddon screamed furiously.
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...
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The doorbell rang as the kid entered the market. That adorable brunette walked through the aisles looking for something to eat until finally finding her favorite cereal.  She remembered seeing it in one of her favorite episodes.
Smiling widely, Wanda took the box and put it under her dress before trying to leave the place.
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Of course, she hadn't even gotten to the door when the owner, a fat old man with a prominent mustache, grabbed her arm, scolding and accusing of calling the police.
Seeing that the girl was struggling to get free, the man raised his arm ready to hit the kid but something didn't let him do it. A hand held his arm tightly, preventing from moving.
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Surprised, the man turned to see that woman next to him.  He had not seen her come in, never seen her before but there she was. Y/N was wearing a black leather jacket, a torn t-shirt from one of her favorite 90s bands, dark hair was tied in a ponytail.
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“Hi.” Y/N smiled widely, not even seeming to make an effort to hold his hand. In fact, she pulled it harder, making the man scream in pain. “You should never, ever hit a child.”
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Hitting him on the back of the head, she let the man fall to the ground.
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“What’s your name, kid?” Y/N jumped over the counter to grab a paper bag in which she began to put some food. Bread, milk and some essential stuff.
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“Wanda.” The girl said with a little voice.
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“I know you and your brother are having a tough time, Wanda, but you shouldn't steal. At least not this guy, he has a gun behind the counter.”  Sighing, the demon finished putting everything in those two bags and approached, crouching down to face the kid. She was an adorable girl who was not to blame for having such an awful fate, the least she could do for her was give her something to eat. “This is for you.”
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“I do not have money.” The Sokovian whispered sadly, lowering her gaze.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
“I know, I don't want money. Hey, look at me.” Y/N asked, finally meeting the girl's eyes. When the demon's eyes changed and the little one seemed more curious rather than scared, Y/N whispered: “You are a good kid, I’m sorry this world doesn't let you be good. Be very careful with adults, not everyone is trustworthy. You'll go out through that door and you will forget all this, you will forget me and you will tell Pietro that you got this thanks to… A nice man in the market, and don't ever come back to this market again.”
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
The little girl nodded and left the market carrying those bags, happy to see your cereal box there.
Y/N watched out the window until little Wanda was out of sight, then looked at the man on the floor.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
"Now you'll see what I do to bullies." the demon hissed.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
...
ㅤ ㅤ
The experiments with the Maximoff siblings have been successful.” One of the Hydra scientists she had manipulated whispered to her.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
“Good, take care of them. Don’t go too far.”
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
“They wanted this.” The scientist shrugged, not caring in the least about the lives of those two teenagers.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
Taking that man by the neck, Y/N said through gritted teeth: “You're going to make sure they survive.”
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
... ㅤㅤ ㅤ
“I’m not a fucking guardian angel! I hate this!”
ㅤㅤ ㅤ … ㅤㅤ ㅤ
“The Maximoff girl is suffering like a wounded animal.”
ㅤㅤ ㅤ ... ㅤㅤ ㅤ
“My work at the Red Room has been relentless.”
ㅤㅤ ㅤ … ㅤㅤ ㅤ
“Stolas, you allowed one of the widows to escape!” Abaddon shouted angrily. ㅤㅤ ㅤ
… ㅤㅤ ㅤ
Through clenched teeth, Abaddon hissed: “I want to see that girl desolate and collapsed!” ㅤㅤ ㅤ ...
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
“I can't do this anymore, I love her.” Y/N whimpered, sitting up on her bed, completely defeated.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ “Without you... she couldn't have that destiny. You‘re her savior and her executioner.” Abaddon hissed mockingly.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ …
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
“Y/N…”  Jules whispered. “She's raising hell. She will free Chton any way she can.”
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
“We have to talk to them… today. She's coming for her.”
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All those voices. All those memories. All those lies.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
Wanda jumped terrified, confused, shocked by all the information she obtained in just a moment. She took a few steps back from Y/N who seemed as shocked and distraught as her.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
“Wands…” Y/N whispered.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
The disappointment in Wanda's eyes broke her heart, but of course the demon deserved it.
'We deserve to suffer, not them’ Jules' words were as true as they were accurate. 
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
“Get out.” The pain could be heard in Wanda's voice, so much so that her thick sokovian accent resurfaced.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
“I know you're angry and confused, but you have to listen to me.” The demon tried to get closer but of course the brunette wouldn't allow it.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
The fear and rejection in the green gaze caused a sharp pain in Y/N's chest.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
“I am beyond angry!” She exclaimed, all those memories coming back over and over again in her mind. How was that possible? She fell into Y/N's trap, Y/N lied to her so much, even long before they met. It was just her duty to be close, how come she had been so stupid to believe her?
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
“I tried to tell you-”
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
“YOU LIED TO ME!” Wanda finally exploded.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
“She's coming for you!” Y/N already said a bit more annoyed, especially worried. She understood Wanda's pain but this went beyond a broken heart. Wanda's life depended on this, and of course the entire planet's life.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
“Get out of my sight.” the Sokovian hissed through her teeth, her green eyes turning a rather dangerous scarlet red.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
Y/N stopped, perhaps a little afraid, chaos magic was not something to play with. And of course she didn't want to be the cause of the Scarlet Witch's hatching.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
“Wanda, I need you to listen to me.” Even though her life was at risk, she tried to talk to Wanda. She loved that woman and wouldn't let anything happen to her.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
“I said leave me alone!”  Wanda screamed, a burst of red energy causing light bulbs to explode around her. Y/N gulped.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
“What’s going on here?” Yelena and Kate arrived quickly, worried by that noise.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
“They’re demons.” Natasha exclaimed as she approached from behind, along with Steve and Tony, who was wearing his suit. Neither of them seemed very happy.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
"What?!"  Yelena frowned.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
Suddenly, Jules appeared next to Y/N  with a grim expression, making everyone jump.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
“What the-?” Kate stammered, not understanding anything that was happening around her. Yelena just narrowed her eyes and stood in front of the brunette, ready to protect her.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
“It would be best for you to leave.” Steve said with a seriousness rarely seen. ㅤㅤ ㅤ
“And let them kill us while we sleep? We SHOULD lock them up until we know the answers.” Rhodey didn't look happy at all, coming up behind Tony. ㅤㅤ ㅤ
“Where?! IThis one just appeared in front of us out of nowhere!” Yelena exclaimed. The tension between everyone seemed to increase by the minute.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
“We don't want to hurt you. We just want to help you.”  Y/N tried one more time, raising her hands to demonstrate a passive attitude. She didn't want all of this to go this far.
But fed up with those lies, chaos once again dominated Wanda's actions.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
“STOP LYING!” The Sokovian screamed and raised her hands, her chaos magic hit Y/N's chest, pushing her against the window glass and falling onto the terrace.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
Coughing, it took Y/N a moment to slowly get up. Jules reached out to take her hand, helping her up. Breaking free from Yelena's grip, Kate was about to go for her friends. The crystals cut Y/N's skin but she slowly began to heal, which made Kate stop.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
“We just want to protect you, something is coming for her...” Y/N spit out blood as she stood up from the ground. 
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
Her whole body hurt, but Wanda's hurt look cut deeper. After the anger, the Witch felt  guilty for having hurt someone with her magic.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
“She doesn't need your protection, she has us.”  Natasha said standing in front of Wanda, ready to protect her just like the other avengers.
Natasha's green gaze only showed how furious and hurt she was by the lies of those who considered family.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
“You don't understand, you won't be able to do it!” Jules looked for Nat's gaze, trying to make her listen but the redhead just looked the other way.  “A legion will run over you all before you breathe.”
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
But no one listened. They all simply moved forward, making them retreat to the terrace. 
Of course the demons could fight them but it didn't make sense, taking Wanda out to some random place in the world against her will? No thanks, it was like carrying an atomic bomb in a suitcase.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
“Wanda… You must believe me, I just want to help you. You saw how much I really love you.” Y/N begged once more, hoping her lover would believe it, at least because of all the beautiful things they had together.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
But not even the taste of blood on her lips was as bitter as the rejection, Wanda just looked down.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
“I don't want to see you again.” Wanda whispered in anguish, this time she was asking for it nicely. She was being reasonable. Without violence, just asking Y/N to leave forever.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
Snatching her from her safe place, taking away what she loved most. Kicking her out of heaven one more time.
With nothing more to say since it was completely useless, Y/N sighed and walked away determinedly, complying with what her beloved needed.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
Jules stood looking at  all of them somewhat doubtfully, not really knowing what to do. The people she trusted the most now turned their backs on both of them.
It hurt, for the first time, something hurt so deeply, much more than Abaddon's torture.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
Natasha's look broke the heart the demon never had.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
“You don't know what awaits us. You have six days.” Without further ado, Stolas hurriedly walked to Y/N's side. Now there were two against the world, Abaddon and the Avengers.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
“What are we going to do now?” Jules asked, so confused, noticing the worried expression that Y/N carried. 
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
“Protect them. Whatever it takes.” Y/N paused, licking her lips somewhat thoughtfully.  She had to make an important move on the board and she had to do it now. “I need to think... we need a place... and now? What we need is a big mouth.”
ㅤㅤ ㅤ
The higher-demon watched one of the cameras outside the compound for a moment  before disappearing with her friend.
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duskymrel · 10 months
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Let's play a game. How long will it take for you to lose your head? (Riddle Rodehearts x MC)
Synopsis: You're have an enormous crush on Riddle. You decide to learn every rule, but not to make Riddle happy. No, no. You're planning to break as many as possible. Are you trying to get collared??! ...More likely than you think.
TW: cursing, rule breaking, suggestive ending, Adeuce duo 😒 ❤
Repost my work and istg I'll eat you.
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Monday:
Cater invited you to come feed the flamingos with him. He thought it would be a "supes cool post for Magicam!" You decided to put your little plan into action. Cater pauses and looks you up and down, growing more nervous.
"Hey, uh, MC, where's your pink? Riddle will totally lose his mind if you're not wearing pink while you feed the flaminos. It's a rule or whatever."
"Trust me, Cater."
He doesn't look like he trusts you.
"MC, Cater, I see you're feeding the flamingos. How lovely!"
Riddle walks up to the two of you, seeming a little extra cheerful to see you. Cater looks like his soul left his body, and you feel a little bad for dragging him into this.
"Yes, I love the flamingos! Aren't their pink feathers so pretty?"
Cater gapes at you. It's like you're trying to make him notice you haven't got a thread of pink on.
"Yes, they certainly ar-"
He goes quiet. Looking you up and down. Cater laughs nervously.
"You know what? I just remembered that I, like, totally forgot to walk my fish!"
He speedwalks away. Riddle looks back at you, raising an eyebrow.
"MC, I'm sure you remember that rule 249 states that flamingo caretakers must don pink attire, yes?"
You feign shock.
"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry Riddle, I didn't know..."
He shakes his head, sighing.
"....Fine. I'll let you off the hook, but do NOT forget next time, understand?"
"Of course, Riddle!"
Cater goes to look for you later to see what happened and is shocked to find that you're completely uncollared.... all you got was a warning?
"Ugh, totally favoritism!"
Tuesday:
You were at the lunch table. Riddle saw you sitting with the Braincell trio and smiled to himself, walking over.
"Why, hello MC. Might I perhaps sit with you?"
You saw all three of your friends go pale, getting nervous. You grinned.
"Of course, Riddle!"
He sits down with his food. Suddenly his smile leaves his face.
"MC..... what are you eating?"
"Why, a hamburger! I made it myself, would you care to try a bite?"
His eye twitched slightly. With anyone else, he'd have lost his mind. But for you? Well.... he could stay calm for you.
"Rule 186 states that you must never eat a hamburger on a Tuesday."
You glance down at your food, once again feigning shock.
"Oh, is it? My bad!"
Riddle sighs. Meanwhile Ace, Deuce, and Grim look like they're about to shit bricks.
"Don't do it again."
Then he drops the subject and begins to eat his own food. Ace and Grim look like they're going to have an aneurysm, but Deuce is looking between you and Riddle as though he's just now realizing something. When he looks at you, his brows furrowed, it's like you have that twin telepathy thing.
"Does he....? Do you...?"
"Haha yeah"
At the relevation that you like his Dormhead and that he likes you, he can only shake his head in sympathy. A bit of time passes, and Riddle speaks up.
"Ah, MC, you'll need to leave."
"Why, pray tell?"
"Rule 271 states that you must leave the lunch table within 15 minutes of completing your lunch. It's been 13 minutes, MC."
You look as though you're thinking very hard.
"Mmmm... no, I'm good. I'd prefer to enjoy what little free time I have."
Ace spits out what he was drinking, and Riddle glares at you slightly. You bicker back and forth with him for a bit before he dramatically throws his hands in the air.
"Fine, fine! You can stay."
You beam, satisfied.
"Why thank you!"
Ace will forever revere you for having balls of steel.
Wednesday:
Riddle invited you to lunch with him, to discuss your recent rule breaking. (Shhhh no it's not to spend time with you he's not a siMp-) Of course you agreed!
So you two had lunch! He talked with you. You lied and told him that you would do your best to follow the rules better. Yippee! :)
Once you finished your food, he offered you tea. Lemon tea with 2 sugar cubes, as per Rule 339. You took a sip.
"Mm... not quite sweet enough."
So you put in just one more sugar cube. Riddle looked back and forth from you to the tea, dumbfounded. Are you doing this on purpose? Surely you wouldn't.... right? He feels as though he's going mad. You suggest that the two of you take a walk through the flower garden, which he happily agrees to. As you walk, you pick a single rose and admire it.
"I've always loved roses. They're beautiful, yes? But they can prick you, so you must he careful to mind the thorns. But I cant help but be drawn to them anyways. Kind of... like you, yeah?" (W rizz)
Riddles so preoccupied with the fact that you just basiccally called him beautiful and admitted that you were drawn to him that he didn't realize until later that you had broken Rule 228: no picking flowers from the garden on Wednesdays. Babygirl is quiet for the rest of the walk trying to figure out if you were flirting or not..
Thursday:
You eased up on the rule breaking a little bit. You were busy. But you were careful to make sure that Riddle knew you had turkey for dinner by posting you and Grim together at the dinner table on Magicam. So of course Riddle sent you a text:
Mommy issues: You've brushed your teeth twice, yes?
You: hm? what do you mean?
Mommy issues: Rule 648 requires that you must brush your teeth twice on the nights that you eat turkey.
You: oh? it does? oh, well, i've already brushed my teeth lolz. don't want to brush it again lmao i'm already in bed
Mommy issues: ...I suppose I cannot make you.
Friday:
That's it. You decided that today you're going to break as many rules as you can. Conveniently, there's an unbirthday party today. (Stfu it's for plot convenience. I'm sorry, but it's easy and I'm stupid-) Anyways, you broke rule. After. Rule. Ace reminds himself to never fuck with you, you clearly have no concern for your own self preservation. Now, what rules did you break?
Rule 23. One must never bring a cat to a formal affair. You brought Grim, but just in case Riddle didn't really consider him a cat, you brought Lucias as well. (With Treins permission of course.)
Rule 562. You brought a chestnut tart. Riddle nearly lost his mind then and there, considering what happened with Ace way back when. Surely you knew better then that at least!? Ah, he's a simp. He gave you the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps you just... forgot?
Rule 89. You ate a tart without Riddles direct permission. He should've collared you, but he let it slide. He's trying to be a tad more lax on the rules, after all...
You couldn't remember which rule it was, but you knew one of the rules said that coffee was forbidden during an Unbirthday party. So obviously you drank some. Riddle was getting rather fed up by now.
"They're just tired. Crowley works them too much. Yes, they can have coffee just this once..."
Then it was time for croquet. Obviously you had to cause problems there, too.
You brought a regular ball. You're supposed to use a hedgehog. And you intentionally came in second place because there was some rule about the person in second place serving the Queen tea....
Saturday:
You told Riddle that you were busy and wouldn't be able to serve him tea until later in the evening. So long as it was before 12 a.m., he didn't mind. The rules just stated that it had to be the day after, not a specific time. With anyone else he might be irritated, but this is you were talking about. His not so secret soft spot.
So you took great care not to show up until after 8 p.m. You were hoping to send him over the edge with one last break of the rules.
Instead of tea, you gave him honey sweetened lemonade. A direct violation of two rules. He stared down at the teacup he had just drank out of. It's just the two of you, as it's a bit late and he stayed out only for you to serve the tea. (Listen I go to bed at Never O'clock, but I feel like 8-9 is late for Riddle okay)
He's quiet for a moment before suddenly-
"OFF WITH YOUR HEAD"
So you're collared. He stands up off his throne and storms over to you.
"What on Twisted Wonderland has gotten into you lately?! It's as though you're trying to... break....... the rules...."
He sees your smug expression and he realizes, his voice dying down. You absolutely have been doing this on purpose.
"....Why???"
You beam.
"Because A. You're cute when you're mad, and B. I thought being collared might, I don't know, start a little something. It took a while to break you, you must be a real softie for me~"
(I'm so sorry to readers who aren't this bold. I'm a dommy mommy according to my friends, I wanna top this little idiot. Forgive me my children.)
Riddle's as red as you can imagine at this rate. Flabbergasted. Shocked. Bewildered. How is he even supposed to respond to that!? Well, he does realize one thing. You obviously like him back. So... he'll shoot his shot.
He leans in and gives you a little peck on the lips, 2 seconds away from an aneurysm. You smile and deepen the kiss a bit, pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt. He pulls out his magic pen again to remove the collar, but you stop him.
"No need. I think I'll keep it for a few days. Besides, what good did you even think it would do? I haven't got magic."
You laugh, grabbing his arm and pulling him to the mirror chamber to take him to Ramshackle.
"Come on, I think I deserve a reward for all the meticulous planning that went into being a delinquent."
Bonus:
You proudly wear the collar the next day, shocking everybody. Riddle snapped at you? Pretty much everybody on campus knew about his crush on you, so that's unprecedented. It isn't until somebody notices and points out the little hicky on the upper part of your neck that everything becomes a bit more clear.
Most of your friends are happy for you. (They don't have to deal with the mutual pining and you got laid. Win win bro.)
Ace looks ready to hurl.
And Crewel? I think he's about to Anne Boleyn your new boyfriend....
@killersweetie I'm so sorry babygirl I know I was supposed to make this m o n t h s ago but life has been kicking my ass 😭
BUT THATS NOT IMPORTANT. I finished it. I hope it was to your liking 🤭
Hope you enjoyed! Remember, I do take requests! I'll write most things. What won't I write? Incest (nothing with the Tweels together or Idia and Ortho you psycopaths), pedophilia (if you want a teacher I gotchu but you can't be MC in it), noncon/yandere (I'm sorry to those who enjoy it but it personally makes me incredibly uncomfortable), and for now no NSFW. I will one day, but just not now. I love writing fluffy things! If you ask nicely I'll even do angst (perhaps even hurt no comfort but I will feel Pain). I'll write for any character you want! If you want Ortho, though, I'll make it platonic because that's my SON he's a smol CHILD.
N e ways have a lovely evening darlings!
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starshipsofstarlord · 8 months
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“If you do that again, I’ll throw you out that fucking window you - what are you doing?”
“Checking how high the drop is, see if it’s worth it.”
Summary -> whilst on the hunt for a loose hybrid that is killing people, your friends pair you up with Kai, who has recently gotten his sister’s magic (1k)
Warnings -> death, murder, dead body, blood, fluff, swearing
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He was getting on your last nerve, it was infuriating that the scooby gang had paired you up with the homicidal sociopath. They had told you that it was necessary to have his help to find the rogue hybrid that had killed numerous people already, Kai now has Jo's magic, he could siphon away the monster's ability long enough for you to take it out without injuring.
And once again you had found a body in the victim's apartment, confirming the suspicions that you had that the murders weren't random. They were selected, chosen prey for the animal that had a hunger to rip their guts out. "Someone had a messy meal." Kai laughed, smearing the blood from the bottom of his boots onto the threaded rug in the living space.
"God Kai! Somebody's dead, now isn't the time for your sadistic jokes!" Although he struggled with emotions, he could at least have pretended to have some sympathy in your presence. The sight of blood was making you feel queasy, but you had to remain strong for the task that was at hand. "See if you can find anything that can tell us who this thing is."
"I hate to break it to you sweetheart, but we've still got nothing on this hybrid. But there is something that I want to see..." whilst he rambled you turned your back to him. It was so darn annoying how cute he was, it was a waste of a perfectly good face considering that he was anything but attractive on the inside. He was the bad guy, and you weren't supposed to like those kinds of men.
They were dangerous, and just being close to them... him, would end in you being harmed. "Boop." A finger nudged at your back causing you to roll your eyes at his antics. He never let up. "I've never met a faerie before, so tell me, can you fly?" It was the same old questions, emitted from the witch's voice this time.
This was exactly why you had tried your best to stay away from Kai without additional company - you were frightened that he would corrupt you. And there was no going back for a faerie that had gone dark, they relied upon the shadows rather than the light, and they craved power, an endless supply of it. That wouldn't be you, you wouldn't allow Kai or anyone else to unlock that side of you.
"No Kai. We don't fly and we don't have wings." Boop. He touched your back with the tip of his index finger again. "Stop. Please." But he didn't, he repeated it again and again until you finally snapped, which was a brave move on your part considering how fragile of a creature you were. "If you do that again, I'll throw you out that fucking window you- what are you doing?"
Being paired up with him was like babysitting a child you swore. "Checking how high the drop is, see if it's worth it." He smiled as he looked out of the window before something on the sill caught his eye. A red fingerprint. "Listen to me before you get all temperamental will you Y/N?" His hands were raised in a surrender, and thus you tilted your head at him. "As a faerie, what is that you can actually do?"
You sighed, knowing that Kai would uncover your special talent sooner than later. "I can see things from a perspective, if there's evidence that the person or being was there. Why?" Kai beckoned you over to him and then you saw it, the bloody proof that the hybrid had been there. It definitely was the mark of the hybrid, as there was no blood stained on the victim's hands.
You felt so happy, and you relieved, before you knew it you were pulling Kai into an excitable hug. "We did it. His name's Tony Matthews, and he's..." you felt as though you were going to puke, "killing faeries." Kai's eyes widened, as he grasped your elbows, and you surprised yourself for not feeling afraid or weary. "We have to get you out of here." He began pulling you to the exit, but you stopped him.
"Why do you care Kai? I can't exactly fly away from this, it's going to find me if he's still in Mystic Falls." You pulled your arms back, crossing them over your chest in an unimpressed manner. He rolled his eyes at your behaviour, nervously licking his lips as he thought of you being hunted. For all he knew, you could be next.
"Because- because I care about you Y/N! You're the only person who makes me feel something, and I'm not going to let you die because you're a stubborn little princess who will do the exact opposite of whatever I say!" His voice was loud, echoing off the walls as his eyes burned into you. "Now will you leave here with me, please? I need to get you somewhere safe." Kai held his hand to you, he was anxiously awaiting your reply. If you refused he was prepared to hoist you over his shoulder and take you far away, even to Portland if he had to.
"Not until I do this." Kai was about to argue his case but he was postponed from doing so when you pulled him down to your height and pushed your lips against his. The blood around you was distant from your mind, you were lost in Kai Parker, but you didn't feel any different. There was no darkness drowning your insides, only a spark of everlasting joy.
Kai was annoying, but you liked it when he rattled your patience. It was the attention that he reserved for just you that caused you to secretly swoon. You'd go anywhere that he wanted to, as long as he was by your side. He wanted to protect you, and when Malachai put his deranged mind to something, he was insistent with it, and so you felt safe.
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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 5 months
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Also I'm sorry my mind is Lorcan mush right now 😂 but like him baking with his soft SO? Like she made him his own apron and it's fall so there's a slight chill, she had flour smeared on her cheek and he's chuckling as she shows him how to properly roll put a pie crust because he messed up the first one
Managed to type this out before my body completely gave out. Been a long minute..
warning: slightly suggestive
Pie crusts
This man aka Lorcan was far from sweet in others' eyes. They crossed the street when he walked through the town. They never stared. Never struck a conversation. These were the basic rules. You just didn't. Because this man had a reputation. Had a name to him. And it made one shiver. Made you take a double look just to make sure that you haven't caused yourself trouble. Haven't ended up in a bad book. Because Lorcan had that predatory attitude. That cold-blooded killer look. One that drowned out any happy sounds around.
But if they only knew. If they only knew what kind of male hid away behind the cold mask. What kind of male he was when no one but you were watching? His beautiful, selfless, radiant mate. His life. His pride. His joy. You had Lorcan wrapped around your finger and people who got to see that, that mainly being the family, knew that Lorcan was nothing but a big gentle giant. One that would drop everything if a planted pot in your yard needed to be moved. One that stocked up your hygiene supplies every month because he knew that you would forget about it. One that did nothing but smile when he was in your presence.
"No, you need to put more flour on it", you pointed to the jar, watching the dough sticking to the rolling pin. Rolling pin that looked ridiculously tiny in Lorcan's hands. "You said to dust it once", he rumbled, yet still reached for it. "Yeah, but you probably put too much butter in it, so it's sticky", you said, turning to reach for the bottom layer. A tin filled with a berry jam you bad made first thing in the morning.
Lorcan let out a slight growl as he tried to roll the dough again, only to be met with the same sticky mess. "You can't scare the pie out, Lor", you chuckled slightly. Sometimes you wondered why he even agreed to participate in things like this. He had little to no patience yet if he saw you doing anything by yourself he never failed to ask if you wanted him to join you. Or he would simply join himself without saying a single word.
But pie making and Lorcan had a deep-rooted beef going for a couple of months. That was Lorcan's first attempt at making the pie crust. It had gone awfully bad and nothing usually went bad for Lorcan. This man was way too competitive. Way too sure of his abilities to fail at something. You had laughed till your stomach asked back then. Watching him scowling at the dough, your tiny apron barely covering his chest.
Now Lorcan had his apron on. Once you had made for him. One he had been strangely excited to receive. "Stan up for a minute", you had told him one evening while he was finishing his paperwork. Lorcan had given you a strange look but didn't question it. Especially when he saw the messing tape in your hands. "You know, my cock hasn't changed size", he cackled to himself while you hit his chest shaking your head, "You're disgusting, put your hand up, you brute". That had him cackling, while you tried to hide your smile. You had sowed him his apron that same night. Had chosen a much more dim color, no pastels but Lorcan had frowned as he looked at it. "I don't get to have a pocket with a flower?", he questioned, glancing at your apron that hung in the kitchen. "Oh, I... I didn't think you would want one", you admitted, reaching for a deep red thread but Lorcan beat you to it, "Make it pink and blue, like yours".
You smiled at the memory as you moved to stand beside him now. "Add some more flour and knead it through once more", Lorcan simply nodded his head, following your instructions. You reached to rub the back of his neck as he worked. You would have loved to run your fingers through his hair but it was put up in a messy bun, the baby blue scrunchy shining against his onyx-black hair. "You're doing great, honey", you said softly, watching him reform the dough back into a misshapen ball. "Usually, I'm the one praising you. This is new", he grumbled but his attention was full on the backed good he was desperate to craft perfectly.
You let out a light laugh, "You're making it sound as if I never tell you just how amazing you are", you scrunched up your nose and that was enough for Lorcan to lift his head to look at you. Any, even the smallest feeling of hurt or discomfort coming from your side crippled the dark wielded. "You do, you do...", his words died down as his eyes fell on your face. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
"What? Why are you looking at me like that?", you tilted your head to the side. "You have...", Lorcan's voice died down, "Let me get it for you", he said softly, fingers moving to brush over the tip of your nose, whipping away the flour. His touch lingered, moving to brush over your cheek next. "And something here", he muttered, before leaning in to softly kiss your lips. No rush. No eagerness. No need to rush as Lorcan softly kissed you over and over again.
"Smooth", you mumbled as you two finally broke apart. You turned your attention back to your mate, "You took your time with my lips. Must have been real dirty", you trialed off, and turned to check on the oven. Instantly feeling Lorcan's hands slipping around your middle, "They are dirty, especially when they are wrapped...", you elbowed him in the stomach, "Don't you finish that! You dirty, teenage fea baby...", Lorcan only laughed, smirking down at you. "Go finish the crust or you will die defeated by the pie", you pointed to the forgotten dough, ushering him away with a tea towel. Smiling to yourself when another laugh slipped past Lorcan's lips and the smooth sound of him humming filled the kitchen.
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thetragicallynerdy · 5 months
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Okay so, I made a thread about this over on twitter, and thought I'd drop it here too. OFMD Season 2 spoilers ahead. An idea that I've seen a few times and felt I needed to yell about is the idea that OFMD is now ableist, and that it is wrong to like and enjoy it as a show. As a queer disabled person, it's something that pisses me off so, so much. I'm not going to defend everything that happens in OFMD. But I am going to say that it is one of the best shows I know for showing both a broad range of disabilities, and presenting those disabilities in a largely neutral light. We have multiple amputees, multiple people with chronic pain , multiple characters with mental health issues, and more. We have Pete's speech impediment, Wee John's back, Lucius' finger, Jackie's hand, Ed's mental health, Stede's mental health - and yeah, Izzy's leg. The way that these disabilites are presented is important to me - because they're just another part of the person, not good or bad. There are obviously impacts and things to work through - Ed's mental health being one, Izzy's leg being another - but they ARE worked through. Ed's suicidality - which spans over two entire seasons - is addressed. So is the moments of Izzy's. Izzy gets support and a prosthetic, Lucius gets support and a prosthetic, we see Wee John sitting down in most scenes which would support his back. Disability isn't just ignored, or played off for laughs, but neither is it made the entire plot point. Izzy is just as much of a badass as before. Lucius' finger doesn't stop his work. Jackie's hand doesn't make her less fearsome. Ed's mental health (and Izzy's, and Stede's) don't make them less deserving of love. None of the character's disabilities do. In fact, we see two disabled characters - Lucius and Pete - getting married at the end of the season. And that's important. It's so important!!
If you're sad and upset that Izzy died, that's incredibly valid. But to say that it "shows that disabled characters have nothing to live for" - when his death wasn't related to his disability at all - is so incredibly offensive. I am permanently disabled, to the point that I cannot work full time. I have seen posts about my disability saying that it would be better to die than to have it. But nothing - NOTHING - in OFMD suggests that it would've been better for Izzy to die than to have an amputation. Instead he is supported, encouraged, and loved. He is given a carefully crafted prosthetic, and given space to learn how to use it. He gets support, and his mental health improves. He is given a beautiful life. And then he dies. But his death is not about his disability. I'm going to repeat that - his death is NOT about his disability. Nor is it about being queer. It's shitty, random luck. I'm sure there are people who are going to say that the writers, simply by having a disabled queer character die, are ableist and queerphobic. But nothing we see in the show supports that. They show queer joy and delight and love and happy endings over and over again. They show care and support of disabilities, over and over again. And they specifically show queer disabled people living beautiful lives, over and over again. One character's death doesn't undo that. I'm sorry that your favourite character died. I really, truly am. It's a devastating feeling. I'm sorry that it hurts. But if you're taking it as a sign that the show is saying queer disabled people have no right to live? Then you're ignoring the rest of the show.
You're ignoring all the beautiful queer disabled characters we see, and the messages that the show tells us about them. You're ignoring the beautiful life and redemption that Izzy got. And yeah, you're being offensive as hell to queer disabled people. Sorry, you are.
And if you're queer and disabled and can't see a queer disabled character die - that's incredibly valid. I understand. However, that doesn't mean the show or writers hate you, or hates us, or wants you to die. They've shown us over and over again that actually, they love us.
Also - would you be this pissed if it was any other disabled character who died? Probably not.
I think it's also really important to have stories where disabled people are treated like people. And yeah, that means that sometimes we die. Because that happens in life, too. Same with queer people.
I don't really have a satisfying conclusion to this. I'm just queer and disabled, and really tired of seeing it said that it's now morally wrong to like this show. It's not. I'm queer, disabled, and I see more disability pride and support in this show than most others.
So yeah, thank you to OFMD for beautiful representations of disability, and queerness. It's a show that makes me feel seen - and that's really important.
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๑ [ 38 ] then we'll talk
tw: fistfights, toxic behavior / wc: 2.6k
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you notice a strain in kazuha’s smile today and for some reason, he’s hardly looked at you since knocking at your door. maybe it’s the stress getting to him? well, what he’s stressing about is unknown to you but you hope to cheer him up a little as you fall in line at the cafeteria.
that is, until you saw a flash of green, heard a resounding crack, and suddenly kazuha’s on the ground sporting a broken nose as venti clutched his aching knuckles.
“what the—!”
“you liar!” venti grabs kazuha, who's still recovering from the shock, by the collar. “i’m not usually such a violent person but i think you deserve it, sneaky little shit.”
you approach the pair slowly, “venti, let him—” but hutao grabs hold of your arm firmly, hindering you from coming to kazuha’s aid.
your best friend had an unreadable look on her face. her brows knitted together in anger but you notice the concern in her star-shaped eyes.
“why… what’s wrong?”
xiangling’s head is bowed when she approaches you with her phone in hand, it’s already unlocked, the screen showing what seems to be a twitter thread. your eyes immediately spotted the pink of a certain girl’s hair in their icon.
what you can’t wrap your head around is the tweet.
izumi’s tweet said—
“no,” you say, unconsciously. “that isn’t—that’s not…” you stutter, voice hesitant before handing back her phone.
kazuha hears your voice break and he pushes venti off of him to make his way towards you. damn it. why did venti and your friends have to make such a commotion in the cafeteria? thank god, there aren’t many students yet otherwise, this will be posted all over the freedom wall again.
“princess, wait, this isn’t what it looks like—”
“oh, shut up!” xiangling quips, much to your surprise.
“is it true?” you whisper, eyes dead straight on kazuha’s. “tell me these aren’t real. that this is another ploy for izumi to ruin my relationship—kazuha, please. just tell me these aren’t true and…” your voice breaks, oozing with desperation and hurt as a tear falls down your cheeks. no way. these aren’t true. your kazuha isn’t like that. you know him. right? “tell me these aren’t true so we can go have breakfast already… hm?”
but the fact that he cannot even lift his head to look at you spoke volumes.
“hey,” you speak through gritted teeth. “why can't you look at me? fucking answer me!”
your outburst grabs everyone’s attention. hutao visibly winces and clutches xiangling’s shirt tighter, your voice sounded so fragile, so broken. “just… please. not after all we’ve been through, and this is who you really are? after everything i said about haruki, but you’ve been helping him all along? did you enjoy seeing me live through that trauma again?!”
his fingernails dig crescent moons in his palms as he finally gathers the courage to speak. “i had no other choice, okay? i just wanted to make you happy—”
slap.
your palm smarts as it drops to your side but your eyes stay glued on kazuha's slowly reddening cheek. “make me happy? are you hearing yourself right now? sending my psychotic ex after me was supposed to make me happy?”
“obviously, no! i just… i just wanted to give you a little push in the right direction!” he exclaims, eyes distraught. "i thought maybe it'll help you… realize things that being with me isn't so bad! i mean, you were happy with me aren't you? don't deny that."
you backed away as kazuha started approaching you but venti immediately put a firm hand on his shoulder, in which the blond aggressively shook it off with a glare.
kazuha's eyes become softer as it lands on you. maybe your heart would've fluttered, but due to current revelations, your stomach churns, feeling sick.
“i’ve been showing you that i’m interested in getting together again yet you never gave me the chance! i need you, yn. i need you in my life just as much as you need me! remember, who has been making you happy and giving you comfort? me! no one else! and i just used haruki to make you realize that! is that so wrong?! don’t tell me it wasn’t worth it—i mean, we’re happy together aren’t we?!”
“what kind of fucked up logic is that?!”
xingqiu materializes by your side. you haven’t noticed his arrival until you felt his outstretched arm, his body blocking you from your boyf—well, ex boyfriend. again. “don’t you get it? this happiness you are pertaining to isn’t genuine! not when you had manipulated and toyed with not only yn but all of my friends’ feelings!”
kazuha aggressively pushes xingqiu back, making you and the rest of your friends step aside out of reflex.
“how dare you say me and yn’s happiness isn’t genuine! why? i wasn’t wrong when i said she’d been miserable, especially post-breakup with xiao, am i? you’ve seen how she was! i just wanted to help her! plus, you guys were all there. you've seen how happy and in love she is with me! the process doesn't matter when it's all worth it in the end, right?"
xingqiu was breathing heavily, steam coming out of his ears and nose as he tried to convince himself that violence was never the answer. you’d be mad if he got hurt and he knows you’ll just blame yourself so he didn’t want to engage in a fistfight with this blond asshole. but against his better judgment, the ever-composed, ever-calm xingqiu still tackled kazuha to the ground, anyway, causing a stir among a few students and staff across the room.
“you act as if being with you is a price she owes you in exchange for that so-called help of yours! that's all bullshit! she never asked you to do that. she never wanted you to be her anything at all! and now… what the fuck are you saying? ‘it was worth it’? yn was attacked in her own dorm because of you and you say it’s worth it?!”
kazuha groans, trying to push xingqiu away but he had underestimated the blue-haired boy, who looks stronger than he looks.
“the fuck you saying?! i didn’t attack her, haruki did!”
xingqiu scoffed. he raises his arm to throw a punch but kazuha flips them over. he grabs xingqiu by the collar, hands gripping the fabric so tight the wrinkles will be there until the next wash.
“oh please!” xingqiu started, face scrunching in anger. “haruki was the one who attacked her, but the person who instructed him to do it is far shittier than he was. you are way shittier than he was!”
“you fucking shit—”
"hey! what's going on here?!"
someone must have reported the scene in the cafeteria. your friends and now ex-boyfriend didn't have the chance to escape the cranky guidance counselor as she stands in the middle of the fight, hands on her hips. "this is unacceptable! everyone to my office right now!"
hutao looks behind her to where she last saw you but the spot is now empty. she curses. "xiangling," she whispers. "yn's gone. i think she walked out."
the benches at the soccer field are empty in the morning. expected, considering the school admin is stingy and doesn't let students in unless there's a game or a pe class. you would've climbed the fence… until you notice the wired gate already unlocked and a figure sitting alone on the benches staring at nothing. his jacket's hood was up and you couldn't see his face until you approached him.
your eyes widen, the last person you expected to see staring at you with a familiar look in his eyes.
"xiao."
he doesn't say anything at first, merely staring. until he realized you had called his name and proceeded to keep his head down to avoid eye contact.
"didn't expect to see you here," he mutters slowly, hands fisted inside his jacket pockets.
you sigh, annoyed at the awkward atmosphere between you two. well, it only made sense considering this is the first time you've seen each other in person ever since the truth came out.
"and you look like shit," you reply, putting a good arm's length distance between you two as you sat next to him.
silence envelopes you both until xiao decides to break it. even then he doesn't spare you a glance so you do the same and stare forward.
"did you just come from the cafeteria? i saw the guidance counselor coming there with a bunch of students in her trail. she didn't look happy."
you force out a laugh. "venti broke kazuha's nose and xingqiu tackled him to the ground. of course she won't be happy to be greeted with a fistfight before she can even take a sip of her morning coffee."
"…fistfight?" only then does he look at you, actually looks at you and meets your eyes. "you look like you've been crying."
you immediately jerk your face away from his view before asking in a hushed tone. "have you seen it… izumi's thread on twitter?"
"no, i blocked her on all my socials the moment we broke up." he side-eyes you, glancing at your hunched back in slight curiosity. "why? should i not?"
"nah, you should. i'm glad you've woken up and broken free from that manipulative bitch."
"uh, thanks?" at this, you genuinely laugh at xiao's awkward tone. "did i miss something? did she perhaps do something to you? or spread rumors about you again?"
xiao's arms reach forward to make you look at him but he shies away, hands mere centimeters from grabbing your arm. he quickly retracts it and tries to act normally after you straighten up and face front.
"no," you answer. "…no, uhm, i guess i owe her one because i never would've known if it wasn't for that damn twitter thread."
xiao sneaks a peek at your impassive face. "known what?"
it took a moment for you to say it. you looked down, as if ashamed, staring at your fiddling hands. "kazuha was helping haruki. both he and izumi were in on it, yes, but kazuha's mostly the one pulling the strings on my ex." you shrug, fighting off tears of betrayal. "he said—uh, he said it was… worth it if it meant we got together in the end."
xiao shrugs his hood off his head, chuckling in disbelief. "well, thank god i wasn't in the cafeteria or i would've joined in on the fistfight."
you laugh a little. "please, your punch slaps like a wet noodle."
"hey! it does not!" xiao's pouty face and big amber-colored eyes make you laugh harder. "the punching machine was broken at the arcade we used to hang out—you know this, yn! i do know how to throw a punch."
"well," you daringly poke his side, momentarily forgetting boundaries. "it was at first, until we went to a different arcade and you got the same shitty results."
xiao sees a smile appear on your lips and he can't help but long for the time when everything had been so simple. no izumi. no kazuha. no drama. it was just xiao and you. sure your relationship was far from perfect and you had your fights here and there, but you were happy and willing to work it through with him just as much as xiao was.
a comfortable silence befalls you both. distantly, you hear a bell ring, making you look down on your wristwatch to check the time. damn, if you run now, maybe you'll get lucky and make it to the classroom before your professor does.
"you should go. wouldn't want you to be late," xiao comments, noticing you staring at your watch before staring over your shoulder toward the building's entrance.
you shrug. "no, i kind of wanna skip class for today."
xiao nods but doesn't say anything. the breeze picks up and ruffles your hair as he contemplates whether he should say these next words to you or not.
he clears his throat. you deserved to hear it.
"yn, i'm sorry."
you opened your mouth to say something, until you noticed his distraught eyes and realized he wasn't finished speaking yet and was simply gathering his words.
"you know, when i found out the truth? i think that's when i truly realized how much i fucked up our relationship. you're amazing and i don't blame you for anything. it's really all me. i pushed you away and then i started trusting some other girl without giving you a chance to defend yourself. i was wrong," he shakes his head, disappointed in his own actions. "i even turned my back on my best friend, venti. i don't blame him for hating me. i deserve it. i was stupid. i'm sorry."
you smile. "i'm sure venti will understand. you know him, he's dramatic and a certified shit-talker but he loves you."
there's newfound courage that sparked inside xiao's heart upon seeing your gentle smile. you looked tired, but you look as beautiful as the day xiao first laid his eyes on you.
"i think some part of me knew, that what venti was saying is true. that i never really loved izumi. i just got together with her because… she reminds me of you."
your heart skips a beat. you hope your face betrays nothing of your emotions. you remain silent, urging him to continue.
"she was like, the second best thing but i think i knew deep down she can never measure up to you. i think i knew i can never love her the way i did with…" flustered and as if suddenly realizing what he's saying, his head jerks to look at you, eyes wide and panicked. "i mean! no—i'm sorry. i don't think you wanted to hear this, i'm sorry. not that i'm trying to get back with you, okay? it's just—"
"a year? i think a year is sufficient enough," you cut him off.
he blinks, confused. "…a year?"
you look at him, truly look at him. his oversized jacket, the many piercings on his ears, and the smudged, uneven eyeliner on his eyes.
"you know, kazuha felt threatened when he found out i knew about the truth about our break-up. got all jealous and possessive and made me swear i won't leave him… kinda like you did."
he winces and fought the urge to cover his ears. jesus. he sounds awful.
you offer him a sad smile. "i can't be in a relationship now—you and me both. not after everything that's happened. i hope you understand, xiao. i mean, i genuinely did want to learn how to love kazuha but…"
"no, i get it," he nods reassuringly. "what you went through is traumatic and fucked up. i mean—you don't have to say that, about you and relationships. i didn't tell you what i truly felt about izumi because i wanted to get you back or i'm trying to imply something—"
"shush," you cut him off. "i said 'now.' i can't be in a relationship 'now' but who knows…" you gave him the side-eye. "maybe it'll change in a year."
xiao can't believe what he's hearing. he almost wants to slap himself to check if he wasn't dreaming.
"are you…"
"implying we get back together?" you finish. he almost chokes. "well, who knows? a lot can happen in a year, anyway. i'm not saying i want to get back together with you, but i'm not outrightly opposed to the idea either."
"this is confusing me."
you laugh, standing up to bid him goodbye, who fails to return the sentiment out of pure shock.
"i'll give you a year, xiao. show me you've changed. if by then we still feel the same way for each other, then we'll talk."
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๑ summary — lesson learned! never challenge hu tao when you're drunk bc you'll just lose and now you have to post a thread of all your exes as songs from olivia rodrigo's hit debut album sour … or: "yn desperate much!" "yn still loves xiao? yikes! doesn't he already have someone new?" "stop ruining my relationship u bitch!"
๑ notes — dw yalls theres 2 more chapters until g4u officially ends hihi idk if i should count the last 2 updates as epilogues but i just decided to add it to the main storyline anyway XP
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whumpcloud · 1 year
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Things End | People Change - Natural Instinct
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taglist: @whumpsday @whumpycries @whumpwillow @why-not-ask-me-a-better-question @whumpshaped @suspicious-whumping-egg @chibichibivale @melancholy-in-the-morning @zillastar13
content: whumper turned whumpee, vampire whumpee, bad caretaker, references to torture (sensory deprivation and sun burning), starvation, begging, muzzled whumpee, dehumanisation
Clary's feeding him now.
Well, maybe that's a stretch. She's still keeping her distance, and Cai is still the one that removes the muzzle, but she's there, and that she's even worked up the courage to be there means the world to Vincent.
She knows it, too, and it makes her avoid acknowledging him at all. She goes down, she stands there, and she goes back up. And it makes him so happy.
Clary screams into a pillow. She hates him, she does, for ripping her away from the world and making her terrified to even step out onto the porch at sunset. She saw exactly what the hunters did to him and she has a violent urge to do it all to him, a thousand times worse. Chain him up and make him scream for mercy.
But he would do it and thank her, and that's the part she can't stand.
Because nobody should ever suffer so deeply that they'll thank you for the pain?
No, it's because she wanted to make him that way. Not anyone else. She wanted to break him down to this shell and then keep breaking. Didn't she? Doesn't she?
She feels dizzy.
Cai raps her nightstand and tries to offer her a smile when she looks up. "I'm going to feed him. Coming along?"
Clary sighs, and nods.
Vincent is somehow beginning to look worse. Clary thinks it's that he's fed - his newer injuries have bled a little, and she isn't sure Vincent knows that she's noticed it. He's bruised, too, around the wrists and throat and ankles. Vampires need blood to heal, same as a human, they just do it much faster.
Cai's figured out that he can thread a straw through the basket muzzle so that he doesn't have to take it off, and something about that nags at Clary, but she ignores it. This is what she wanted.
"Thank you," Vincent says, half-smiling.
She watches him, the way he holds and drops the bag. Better than anyone she knows Vincent can't control his strength, and he's been progressively clutching it tighter, leaving marks in the plastic. He's not so weak anymore. She finds herself unable to be afraid even so.
"Cai, I want to be alone with him," she says.
Her brother turns towards her. "What?"
Vincent freezes. This is it. This has to be it. She's finally realised that he wouldn't dare fight back and she can do whatever she wants to him. At least there's warning. A moment of preparation. Unlike the hunters, where they deprived him of his senses until he didn't even have the privilege of hearing their footsteps coming towards him.
"Just go, I'll be fine," Clary says.
"I'm cuffing him," Cai signs sharply.
"I don't need you babying me," Clary replies. "Go."
"I'm not-" Cai groans and takes a deep breath. "Please. It's for your safety."
"I'm perfectly fucking safe!" Clary snaps, then shuts her eyes and clenches her fists when Cai recoils. "You've been getting close to him for days and he hasn't done a thing. This is my trauma. I get to handle it how I want."
Cai hesitates. "I know. I'll… go."
Vincent whimpers when Cai turns back, and shakes him by the collar of his shirt.
"Hurt her and you won't even be able to beg when I'm done with you," Cai hisses. "Got it?"
Clary seems annoyed, but she doesn't step in. Vincent nods, and Cai lets go.
They're alone. She's alone with Vincent.
"Is he outside?" she asks.
"H-Huh?"
"Cai. Is he outside the door? You can hear him, I know you can."
Vincent listens. He's gotten used to the sound of Cai's heartbeat. He nods.
"So if you do anything, he'll know."
"I understand," Vincent says. "B-But I won't. I promise you, I won't even touch you."
She stands there, for what seems like a long time, saying absolutely nothing. Vincent shifts on his knees and she flinches. He keeps still after that.
"How did you get caught?" she says, and it's quiet, but it sounds loud in this room.
"I was careless," Vincent mumbles. "I picked one off a group. It was my bad luck that they were a group of hunters."
Clary scoffs. "Don't be stupid. You think I'm gonna believe that?"
"It's the truth."
She searches him, for any sign that he's making it up to seem weaker than he really is, but she can't sense it in the slightest. He attacked a group. Why would he even contemplate it?
She takes a step closer. "Why did you keep asking for me?"
"I missed you."
"Like hell you missed me," she growls, and he flinches. "You left me to die and you wanna say you missed me?!"
"I'm sorry!" Vincent whimpers, and presses his forehead to the floor. "I know, I know I'm awful, I shouldn't have done that to you, I'm sorry--"
"Shut up!"
Vincent digs his nails into his palms but he keeps his mouth shut.
"You abandoned me!" Clary snaps. "You got bored of me and left me bleeding out in the woods and you expect-- you expect what?!"
"...C-Clary, I didn't…" That isn't what happened, is it? Vincent doesn't remember clearly. "I wasn't bored of you. That's not what happened."
"Don't just tell me that's not what happened," Clary snarls.
"I d-don't… remember. I'm sorry. I should remember, I'm so sorry." Vincent can hear her getting closer. "But I didn't… I didn't want to. I never wanted to."
"I was a plaything to you."
"No, you weren't," Vincent whispers. "I'm sorry, I know I… I used you, but you were always a person. Even when I said you weren't. I didn't mean it, I-- you were everything to me, Clary. You still are. I wouldn't lie to you, not now, please."
There's no way she should believe him.
He holds up his hands, keeps his head on the floor. "I-If you want to hurt me, I'll… I'll bleed, now. If you want that. Is that what you were waiting for?"
He sounds almost fucking hopeful. He clearly doesn't actually want to feel pain, she can tell that much. But he does want her to hurt him. He's practically desperate for her to hurt him.
"Just… get up," she mutters. "Stop doing that. You look like an idiot."
Vincent sits up, forcing himself to do it slowly. "I'm sorry. I won't do it again."
She kicks him in the chest, more out of blind frustration than anything. It doesn't hurt that much, but Vincent whimpers like it does. He's gotten good at that. Screaming louder than normal, whining on purpose, begging incoherently when he could easily form the words please and no and stop. Sometimes it made them stop sooner. Mostly it did nothing, but it was worth trying, because it made them smile in that skin-crawling way and tell him he was taking it so well, bloodsucker, maybe I'll only leave you in the sun for an hour instead of two and he could hope.
Vincent jumps when Clary's hand is placed on his cheek.
"I-I'm sorry, I'll stay still," he murmurs.
Clary doesn't reply. She's shaking, of course she's shaking, but he keeps his mouth shut, regardless of the muzzle. Is she going to slap him again? That's surely far less than he deserves.
Her hand creeps behind his head. Her eyes are locked to him. Watching like a hawk. He doesn't move. He stares straight ahead.
He feels her pulling at the muzzle, and then it falls from his face onto the floor. He wants to stare up at her, but he tenses and forces himself to be still.
Her wrist is in front of his face.
"Nnh!" Vincent opens his mouth on instinct and promptly shuts it. Her pulse, he can see and hear and almost feel her pulse under her skin. He never once fed from her wrist, but he has a few times in years past, and he's sure he could do it.
Vincent tries to pull back, but Clary holds her wrist up against his lips and his teeth scrape her skin and he could drink human blood again if he just pierced her skin and took it.
Animal blood is not enough. It will keep him from starving, but just a little human blood will make him feel almost alive.
Clary watches. Clary says nothing.
"C-Clary," he whines. "Clary, please, it-- can I? Please, can I? Please, please. Only a little. P-Please."
Permission. He wants permission from her. Clary grits her teeth. She wanted him to take it, to prove that he's exactly how he is in her fractured memories.
Vincent didn't change. His captivity just brought one side to the forefront, the side of Vincent that cried as he held her, that brought her almost anything she asked for in an attempt to make her happy, that might have even cared, if Vincent was capable of doing that, if she believed Vincent was capable of doing that.
"I hate you," she hisses.
Vincent lets out another soft whimper as Clary locks the door. Was that a test? But she acted as though he failed by not feeding from her. Did she want him to? Surely not.
He brings his knees to his chest and hides his face in them. Was it because he begged? Was it because he considered doing it at all?
Natural instinct is no excuse. He should've been better than that, after all of this, after all of this pain. It wasn't enough. It might never be enough, but he'll happily submit. He won't be a monster. Not ever again.
He clutches the muzzle. He doesn't know how to tie it, but he presses it to his face, and holds it there. He won't bite. Please, he won't bite.
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leomonae · 29 days
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What is this drama with dhampling I'm so confused but I like drama
I'm not bothering to look anything up for my summary, so no guarantees on complete accuracy. Explanation below the cut since I highly doubt anyone not directly involved is going to care about any of this.
Right, so basically @dhampling put up a post asking for BG3 fic recs the other... day? Week? Idk, I'm bad at time, it was recently, anyway. They asked for recs, various people reblogged and responded, including someone who recced a few members of this discord server I'm in - smaller creators, writers who haven't had much of an audience/exposure for their fics, and were pretty happy about the recognition. At some point, dhampling deleted their original post on the subject, leaving a message on their blog about how they didn't want to name names/get pulled into drama or some such - making a pretty vague statement that raised more questions than it answered, basically.
Some members of that discord server I mentioned were a little miffed about this, since to their minds it was removing one of the ways they might get more people finding/reading their fics. I, personally, was rolling my eyes at the incredibly vague nature of the non-explanation and questioning why they didn't just delete the thing and leave it alone after, if they didn't want it being made into some big deal somehow. Since the discord server is private/invite-only, some of us expressed said frustrations in a vent thread therein. Other people, including the person who'd reblogged and given some recs of the server's members, attempted to speak in dhampling's defense a little - they're young (which I guess they disliked being said about them once they found this out?), we don't know what prior experiences they've had in fandoms and some people can get vicious sometimes, the OP's original post may be gone but the reblogs are still out there so it's not a huge deal anyway, etc etc.
Then at some point soon afterwards, someone in the server shared screenshots of the aforementioned venting with dhampling, who apparently strongly disliked it/what was said? I know the server owner tried reaching out to talk to them without getting a response, and I gather that they blocked a few people, but as far as I was aware, this nonsense was pretty much over. Guess not, though!
Oh yeah, and around the time we were discussing the matter in the server, I went and commented on dhampling's "I deleted my post" non-explanation to say that it didn't really tell us anything at all and questioning if it was something personal or an issue with one of the stories or what, since a) I am a naturally curious/nosy person sometimes, b) a couple of my buddies were fretting that they might have done something to offend this person somehow, and c) why not?
And no, dhampling, if you were including me in the whole "I want an apology" thing you just posted, I will not, in fact, be offering one. I decided the other day upon review that I have no actual issues with anything I said at the time, and given that it was a handful of friends expressing some mild frustrations to one another in a private server, where they had every reason to expect their words would remain private rather than ever getting back to you, I don't really think anyone there owes you an apology anyway.
Sometimes people get annoyed with others. Sometimes they say so to their friends privately, rather than going and being rude to the person who annoyed them or whatever. This is normal, healthy, interpersonal behaviour. Nobody was plotting to come harass you or what the fuck ever; there would be no harm done here at all, including to your feelings, if someone from our server hadn't decided to disrespect our own members' right to have their private comments not shared with someone outside without their consent.
So let's drop this non-issue, already, huh?
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motherofplatypus · 9 months
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In case you didn't know, Tomato Astrocat made another thread on his twitter (credits to @immaturityofthomasastruc for providing those who dont have twitter some news). And boy, this guy is a pathetic narcissist that could go toe to toe with Donald Trump.
TL;DR, basically he's not happy that people love the movie more than the show because the movie gave what the audience have been waiting for for 8 YEARS. And he goes on to basically saying "You're not in the industry! You dont know how it feels! You have no right to criticize!" and blabbity blablabla, yknow how it goes.
Look, we don't need to be in your shoes to understand that it sucks to be compared to someone else. We don't need to be in the industry to know that it's hard. We don't need to be told that it sucks to be criticized.
But you also need to know that fans can only be patient for so long. 8 years of nothing but status quo and devolving plot, and how you treat the fans and expect us to still praise you? Get a grip on reality, good lord.
And here's to quote one of his tweets that you can read from the link above: "The movie gave you what you 'want'. The show gave you what you 'need'."
And what exactly do we need from the show at this point, if not something that we've been wanting for 8 years? The quote made a good point if we're still in Season 3, but we're pass patience limit.
Look, tom, It's one thing to have several bad episodes, and it's okay. Fans will make fun of it and it'll be the meme of the fandom, and that's okay. You can have some plot holes or cringe moments, and that's okay. We will not drop a show for some mistakes, because we can still understand that you're trying to do your best for us, for the show you created.
But when you see your show as perfection and refuse to admit the mistakes it has, even to the point of attacking your own audience, you're killing your own show. When you had to say a girl is more irredeemable than a terrorist, you're killing your own show. When you're being on the offense towards anyone who have different opinion than you, you're killing your own show. When you attack your own audience for liking the movie because it did us justice in one and a half hours than your show ever did in 8 years, you're killing your own show.
You don't realize this, thomas, but you hate your audience more than you love your own show. I hoped for the characters to have common sense, but I hoped for you to be humble before getting humbled down.
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eriexplosion · 5 months
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Clone Wars - Ambush
And for now, back to the very start!
Real talk, part of the reason I was putting this off is because it STILL gives me such conflicted feelings regarding the Jedi & the clones relationship. And about Yoda, who is not my favorite but I hesitate to say I DISLIKE him because I do think he has fascinating angles but also I want to dropkick him like a little green football much of the time. I don't tend to talk about him much because I get Rambly.
However, his turn will come in a second, first things first: VENTRESS. Honestly it's still hilarious to me how if I had actually watched this show as a kid this woman would have single handedly led me to my sexuality like 7 years earlier than I managed it.
One of the clones kneeling to present Yoda with the communicator is SO cute. When the clones interact with beings much smaller than them........... I feel. But okay the first Complicated Feeling with Yoda is that I genuinely like him during the moment when he's marveling over the beauty of the moon and being a little playful. Kind of like I genuinely like him in the Original Trilogy when he's being a touch senile. Which just drives home how much I do not like him during most of his serious moments where his whole reputation for wisdom is used mostly to lead the plot around or say shit like his 'when our loved ones die we should be happy for them' advice to Anakin which, shockingly, didn't improve his Anxieties.
And he acknowledges the clones as individuals! It's a really sweet scene actually, and it starts the show out with the confirmation that yes these are people, they are full people with individual personalities. And then it gets helpfully ignored and Yoda never shows any concern about the clones as individuals again. Especially with the decision to retcon Jek in as one of the clones that Yoda straight up decapitates without pause or reflection.
Likeeee, this really undermines the feeling of the scene and sets an entirely different tone for Yoda's character to me, because it's such a strong moment in episode, so for it to never really come up with Yoda in particular again it's just. It's a weird decision, character tone wise.
Anyway this kind of ended up making me more resentful of Yoda in the long run? Because we get the immediate and obvious proof that he knows the clones are individuals, all of them unique and valuable, and then he proceeds to keep leading the Jedi through using them as tools for the rest of the war and ends up executing one of these same clones years later without pause or concern. If they had threaded this through a little more and given us more scenes like this it might not feel so stark? But that's also a big issue with the writing of the Jedi in general, where they lightly brush against the moral issues of the clones and then suddenly go "OH LOOK, LIGHTSABERS" and ignore it for 20 episodes.
My headcanon way of interpreting this is that Yoda was still very open early on but soon enough he starts realizing how many clones are going to die in this war. Each of them unique in the force. And since he's not really willing to push back against the Senate, for a variety of reasons, his other option is to just. Retreat back emotionally from the clones as individuals. Can't be consumed by negativity if you simply refuse to feel those bad things!
That said 'the force resides in all lifeforms' - increasingly loving this kind of drop in now that we know anyone can learn to use the force to some degree.
Another thing I enjoy is that I think that Yoda is actually really served design wise by the early season TCW animation. He looks good when he's stylized in the wood carving fashion.
This is much more of a flashy fight episode than a plot one, but any time clones are onscreen of course I can collect a pile of Thoughts about them. We also get a lot of battle droid comedy relief because they may be godawful fighters but at least they're funny. I think it does work better several episodes into the watch than it did as the very first episode, because watching the TCW movie (which was mostly excuses for long fights) and THEN this was a slog, but interspersing with other episodes that had a bit more substance to them made it feel like less of one.
Still. Vibrating about the clones even more in this watch because of having Hidden Enemy be so early on and calling attention to the clones horrifying situation makes my complicated feelings on Yoda acknowledging their individuality once and never again SO much stronger. Just. GAH. MY BOYS?
On a final note. Shout out to this fucking. Face. Ventress makes when she gets her lightsabers back.
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Ventress the instant she's called 'young one': >:<
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marvus-xoloto · 1 year
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idk if you've talked about this but what do you think it would take to get marvus real and truly angry? like the kind of anger that turns his eyes the same color as the base of his horns. that pure rage. how would he react to that situation? what would it take to bring him down afterward? sorry this is such a specific prompt but im curious about your thoughts on it.
I may have spoken about this before, idk! I don't mind repeating hcs because it's fun to revisit old opinions and see how they've changed :o) PLUS i am like DESPERATE for hiveswap meta/analysis content and I'm happy to make more with people <3
Anyway. I had to sit on this one for a while; really had to think about it. (Frankly, my mind is feeling unorganized so it took a little longer than I wanted haha.) My opinion isn't super formed yet, so I'm open to discussion about this one (and. everything. i like to discuss).
My gut instinct says: nothing that he'll likely experience, but let's dive deep, shall we ;o)
First off, let's talk about Marvus and emotions in general to get a baseline.
Marvus is ice cool COLD. He's very easy going, only lashing out when things that are important to him are going to shit (and even then its's not a terribly strong reaction, see: his bad end when all the clowns are fighting. "Man wtf is going on" or something like that. Marvus enjoys performing for his crowd; more on that in some other post). That being said, he recovers quickly and will generally just Not Get His Hands Dirty (come on troll nostradamus letz skeet skoot).
He is in control of himself. He has to be.
In my opinion, this indicates that he has a very high emotional IQ. He has to have a high emotional IQ as both an artist and a manipulator (some might say these two things are one and the same for him). Not much shocks him, nothing can really get to him.
This does mean that while he is generally friendly, it's not easy to actually get close to him unless it's his idea. That's not relevant here, though, haha.
Here's another part of Marvus that explains his anger response: he always has a plan. The gears in his head are always turning; he's very intelligent. For him, anger doesn't solve any of his problems or bring him closer to his goals: he needs to be approachable (see: with Joey, how he manipulates her [don't get me started on their clown and kid friendship it fucks me up sooo bad]), and he needs to appear only as threatening as he needs to. He's quick to improvise (see how he protects Joey in the purple car at the end of act 3).
So. What gets to him!
In my opinion, the only two things that have the potential to get him this angry are:
-> Lack of privacy
Marvus needs to keep his secrets in order to, well, do what he does. This leads him to the instinct to keep his personal life and secrets VERY well hidden. Even if it's not a big deal on the surface, something like the name of his matesprit dropping or tracks leaking (that he didn't stategically leak himself) might frustrate him more than the average person. Something like explicit pictures of him, or something that someone could use as a metaphorical thread to follow towards his motivations or his ego; these might make him actually pissed.
That being said, though, I genuinely can't see him getting red-eyed angry about this. Generally, I do see him as someone who enjoys getting out of trouble, even if he's not thrilled about it at first. Like playing a puzzle! I'll leave it open as a possibility, however. What I really think could get to him is...
-> Knowing that he is, for whatever reason, not free or otherwise helpless
This is more esoteric and, frankly, extremely rare in his life.
Marvus really does not like the idea of having no freedom. We can infer from his general dislike of seadwellers combined with his ideas to "shake up" the hemospectrum (emphais on "shake up," notice that he never mentions improving it) that it's less about inequality and more about inconvenience. He dislikes that anyone might have percieved power over him (notice during his diatribe that he does view purple blooded trolls as unquestionably stronger and more influential than the caste above, and how he doesn't do this for say, bluebloods, who are a caste below but still in a position of relative power).
But having a plan is pretty much the core of Marvus's id. Not having that? Losing that sense of himself? Failing? I can see this genuinely making him rage-y angry.
Calming him down is simple: find him a solution. He's timeboud, thus goal based. He needs to have a focus point, something to reach for.
Anyway! Hope that made sense!
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Ella Purnell I'M IN YOUR WALLS..... I WANT THAT MOMENT WHERE SHAUNA GETS HER BACK TO BE IN THE FINALE PLEASE GOD. LET'S MANIFEST IT. YOU'RE SO RIGHT THEY ARE SETTING IT UP. THEY HAVE NOT JUST DROPPED THAT STORYLINE THANK FUCK I WAS SO WORRIED THERE FOR A SEC. JACKIE HAUNTING SHAUNA IS SO UNBELIEVABLY CRUCIAL IT CANNOT LITERALLY JUST DISAPPEAR IT WOULD MAKE NO NARRATIVE SENSE WHATSOEVER!!!! I need to calm down but I do think, even if I dislike the creative choice due to my Jackie Bias, that it does make sense for Shauna to temporarily lose the ability to hallucinate her after cannibalizing her and thus feeling the absence of her physical body. Jackie is inside her now but she can't see her so it's not as easy as projecting that false image of her being alive onto her corpse like she was before. Actually kind of excited to see what will allow Shauna to conjure her up again.... In my mind the Jackie we've seen thus far truly was a hallucination because she was so clearly vocalizing Shauna's subconscious desires BUT I desperately want them to actually communicate. I want Shauna to see Jackie and have a conversation with her and for it to genuinely feel like Jackie's ghost. Need Jackie to be tangible I miss my girl so bad. I know she's got shit to say LET HER SPEAK! I know you might not answer this ask but I'd love your thoughts !!!!
ELLA HAS BEEN TRYING SHE'S BEEN LIKE HEYYYYYYY YELLOWJACKETS LET ME OUT OF MY CAGE I WOULD LIKE TO PLAY JACKIE TAYLOR MORE which is why it is so frustrating to me like DAMN i am in the walls of the showtime execs who didn't wanna pay for her ass and/or showrunners who didn't wanna use her WHATEVER. my biggest fear is the lack of her presence (ella or not!) in 2021 HOWEVER i think that this show is very WILLING to do a thing i don't love but need to get on board with i guess, which is completely reshape the way the adults interact with things based on what we're seeing unfold in 96 (nobody come explain narrative storytelling to me PLEASE i beg you, i've learned to give so many disclaimers that i Understand Things now cause BOY do people want to educate you, i understand pulling focus to a theme i pinky promise!!! i just think that, partly because of all the other characters and storylines they crammed into 21, they shift to a degree that Lacks The Level Of Character Continuity That I Desire, okay it is a personal PREFERENCE, if you don't care about that i am SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!!!!!) sorry anon, for the obligatory pls know i understand things aside. NOW 96 jackie. yes yes yes agree!! meat shed jackie that we've had was hallucination, with near 100% certainty. i think that if they're planning on delivering on all the threads they start to unravel in this show (which doesn't always happen in any show so i am cautious in my optimism) they have got to do something with 1x10. the cabin guy presence in the dream realm is really a firm suggestion that there are ghosts happening. laura lee can be written off as a dream they would have, but he is NOT. now i DO think they're putting way too much effort into this dream realm to NOT have it be developed or mean something, and i think that the separation between everyone else in jackie's death dream and cabin guy and laura lee coming in and welcoming her is pretty concrete. there is...whatever the fuck the uncanny valley versions of the yellowjackets are (i think they're "it" playing tricksy games personally) and the Actual Dead (cabin guy, laura lee, jackie). SO ALL THIS TO SAY yeah. i think there is real potential for them to pick up that thread and establish ghost jackie. i think there is also potential for her and shauna to communicate. i think PERSONALLY (no one come to my asks to tell me this is stupid i literally cannot handle you today okay give a girl a break i beg) that there's a very good chance that by the end of the show shauna in the 21 timeline sees/communicates with/(joins?) ghost jackie, whether she gets to see her in 96 tl or not. these are my thoughts they have diverted maybe from your point and if so i am so sorry lol along those lines i have RAGING adhd, so when you say i might not answer i hope it isn't because i haven't responded to an ask you've sent me before but if it is i promise it isn't personal! this goes to anyone else too, like i really have 17 things happening at once at all times and i drop the ball sometimes lol but know that i love to hear people's thoughts <3 <3
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I don’t understand people who are upset we don’t have all the answers about the Veil right now because quite frankly I thought that was the point? Like if we had all the answers then we get to the issue (that a lot of these same people had) where the seasons feel disconnected and like little actually matter until the last one before the expansion. They didn’t give us everything probably because we’re supposed to discover the answers as the year goes on before we chase the Witness through whatever portal it made. Bungie is doing what they wanted and yet people still complain
Yep, pretty much. They also did explicitly say in the latest TWAB that yes, the story will continue throughout the year. Some people took that as Bungie "having to tell us that there's more story because of how shit their writing is" but what I saw was community managers trying to politely explain to tens of thousands of raging players that the story isn't over. It felt almost passive aggressive to me given that this is exactly what players wanted:
We know there are still plenty of questions left unanswered at the end of Lightfall’s Campaign that you’re all eagerly awaiting answers to. As the events of Season of Defiance get into full swing this week, know that this is just the beginning of the next year of storytelling that will connect the events of Lightfall and The Final Shape. We can’t wait for the community to learn more about The Witness’s origins, its objective, and the ways we can thwart it and its disciples throughout Season of the Deep, as well as Seasons 22 and 23 later this year.
You made a great point about that. People asked that seasons become more meaningful. I remember that initially seasons were kinda all over the place and not really connected into a full story. Like, there were very few connecting points between Undying-Dawn-Worthy-Arrivals. Nothing that couldn't be summarised in 2 sentences. Even less if you look at Black Armory-Drifter-Opulence seasons from Y2.
On one hand, it meant that you could skip any and not lose much. But on the other hand, those that weren't skipping complained that the seasons aren't very well connected between each other and the main campaign of the year. This was a serious enough complaint that it became the reason for more connected seasons and also a reason to let seasons last the whole year, as detailed in a TWAB from April 2020:
We have been making progress carrying the overarching narrative Season over Season in Destiny 2. Saint-14 and Osiris led to the Warmind which leads to… [REDACTED]
It’s not perfect yet. The bridges between Seasons can definitely be improved, and we could do a better job of recognizing prior Seasons’ narrative threads in the active Season. 
In Year 4, we are going to build a better interconnected narrative and, more importantly, let players be a part of that narrative no matter when they enter the current year.
I'm putting this here because people have notoriously bad memory, but we have tangible proof of people asking Bungie for seasons that have more meaningful and interconnected narrative. Bungie listened, but that also meant that skipping a season became harder if you wanted to stay in the loop. Obviously you can watch a playthrough online, but you know. But clearly the majority wanted seasons to be meaningful and were happy when Bungie listened.
And now suddenly we don't want the story to continue during the year? I understand the FOMO complaints and monetary complaints. If you buy an expansion, you want to NOT feel forced into buying all seasons for it in order to experience the full story. It's just strange to me that we are dropping that issue at Lightfall when BL and WQ were the same. A lot will say that they liked it before, but now just got tired of the same thing over and over, but what exactly is that thing? A good and connected narrative that links expansions and seasons? Do we now want a break year where seasonal stories are irrelevant and nothing meaningful happens?
Obviously, connected seasons benefit Bungie. I am aware that connecting the narrative like this means more people will feel compelled to buy the seasons. But if they're already making contect they want us to buy, then people want their purchase to mean something instead of getting content they easily could've skipped. It's kind of an impossible conundrum? We want the seasons to be good and narrative rich and meaningful, but we also want the seasons to be easy to skip and not necessary to play. That's kinda contradictory.
I genuinely don't know what is the solution and I welcome discussion about it. I just find most of the discussions about this kind of stuff to be very strange. Like, in most cases it just boils down to a contradiction of wanting the story to feel worth investing yourself into, but also easy to sit out. Those two things just can't both be true at once.
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