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#oc: cecilia beck
songofsoma · 1 year
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all you need is love (and salt)
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happy valentine's day!!!! <33
fandom: the wayhaven chronicles pairing: ava du mortain x f!detective (cecilia beck) words:  rating: general
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She had circled the date multiple times in red ink on her little desk calendar. February 14th, a momentous holiday for lovers and to her, for the last nine-hundred-something years, an ordinary Tuesday or whatever day it happened to fall on.
Ava drummed her fingers on the surface of her desk. The only time she had even realized Valentine’s Day had come and passed was when Farah came back with bags full of half-priced candy that she swore would last her until candy went on sale again after Easter—it never did.  
That prospect on the so-called holiday changed once Ava landed herself something she had thought she wouldn’t have to worry about. A girlfriend. And just her luck, it happened to be a girlfriend who adored Valentine’s Day. 
Since the end of January, Cecilia’s apartment had been full of vases of flowers and various heart-shaped decorations. Ava swore she decorated more for this than Christmas which was saying a lot. For a virtually unimportant holiday, the woman even had heart-shaped plates in various shades of reds and pinks she had Ava help her bring from storage so she could use over February.
“I just love Valentine’s Day,” Cecilia sighed dreamily as she replaced her normal plates with the festive ones. “I think it’s my favorite. I just love love.”
From that moment, Ava knew she was in trouble. 
“You’re still worried about this?” Farah chided as she followed Nat into the room who at least had the decency to knock before entering. 
Ava turned in her chair, annoyed at the invasion of her bedroom. She thought that maybe she might find some privacy in her personal space, but clearly, that wasn’t the case.
Nat’s help had been enlisted before in the matter of what to do about Valentine’s Day. She was the one that had actually dated people over the years and was more knowledgeable about human traditions. Ava always thought of being interested in the human world had the equivalent of watching a couple of ants interact. Unimportant and fleeting given how short mortal lives tended to be. Then she just had to go and fall in love with a human so now she begrudgingly knows things like who Doja Cat is and that teenagers no longer aspire to be doctors but instead want to blow up on the Tiktok. She still wasn’t exactly sure how shaking one’s posterior meant getting rich, but that was neither here nor there. 
“Yes,” she growled, angrily scrolling through an article titled 50 Valentine Gifts for Her. Ava should’ve clicked off upon seeing the first thing on the list which was matching His and Hers shirts. “Excuse me for trying to give my girlfriend the perfect Valentine’s Day.”
Farah plopped down on the edge of Ava’s bed. “Why are you looking at sites meant for middle-aged men? You think you’re going to find your answer there?”
“At least it’s a start,” Nat tried to add to quench Ava’s visible annoyance. 
Ava slammed her laptop shut, burying her face in her hands to muffle a groan. “This is ridiculous. Human holidays are absurd.”
“You just hate fun,” Farah teased, picking at the end of a bright purple nail. 
“Why don’t you just ask Cecilia what she wants?” Nat asked, resting a hand on the back of her desk chair.
“Because then she knows that I’m clueless and terrible at this!”
Nat pursed her lips. “What are her favorite flowers?”
“Lilies!” Farah yelled before Ava had a chance to answer. “And you should get one of those stuffed bears that are like huge!” She jumped back onto her feet to show them both about how tall the bear was. “You know, with a card that says I’m sorry I suck at being romantic. Here’s a giant bear. I love you, Cecilia.” Farah then proceeded to turn her back and make kissing noises, her arms wrapping around herself and hands groping her back. 
Nat wrinkled her nose before turning her back to Farah, stepping in front of Ava’s line of sight of her. “What Farah is trying to say is get Cecilia her favorite flowers, maybe put them in a nice vase to match her stuff. Why don’t you two do something together? Cook her favorite meal or take her to a museum.”
“No!” Farah cried from behind them. 
Ava looked down at her sheet of ideas and ran a hand over her hair, the loose ends tickling the skin exposed by her tank top. “I can cook.”
Farah groaned in despair while Nat smiled cheerfully. 
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When Cecilia opened the door to her apartment, she was immediately hit with the smell of fish. 
She covered her nose with the sleeve of her sweater as she blinked in confusion. It wasn’t that she didn’t like fish, it was just that she wasn’t expecting it. She hadn’t bought any type of fish in ages because of the way it stinks up her little apartment and having little windows that barely opened made the task of ridding the stench even harder. 
“Hello?” she called out in confusion, dropping her purse before venturing further into the apartment. There were only a few people who had spare keys to her apartment so the options on who it was were limited. But the last thing she ever expected to find was Ava du Mortain in her kitchen cooking. 
It accounted for the fishy smell as the sound of salmon sizzling in a pan filled the space of the kitchen as she stood in the doorway. Ava clearly hadn’t heard her come in, which was unusual. Normally, she could tell where Cecilia was from outside the building. But the intense look of concentration on her face acted as an explanation. 
The entire thing was an abnormality.
Cecilia gently set the package she was holding on the counter and approached, wrapping her arms around Ava’s broad torso. “Are you my housewife now?” she teased, kissing the shoulder that didn’t have a towel slung over it.
Ava jumped a bit, startled at her appearance. She recovered quickly, turning to hold Cecilia properly. And when she did, she bent down and gave her the sweetest kiss. “Happy Valentine’s Day, my love,” she murmured, her voice wonderfully low and husky.
She smiled. “You remembered!”
Blonde brows furrowed. “Why wouldn’t I?” she asked, almost sounding offended. 
Cecilia shrugged, moving to lean on the counter beside the stove. “It’s a human holiday. I know you don’t celebrate them.”
“Well,” Ava started and cupped her cheek, directing Cecilia’s gaze to the tiny round dining table where a vase of rose lilies sat. “I wanted to do it for you.”
She gasped and hurried to the table, immediately smelling the flowers before stumbling upon the card and a box of chocolates. “You got me flowers and chocolate?” she said, nearly bouncing in excitement. 
“And I wanted to cook you dinner. But there’s also something in the bedroom for you.” Cecilia raised a brow. “The bedroom?” she said haughtily. 
Ava chuckled.
She didn’t wait for an explanation before crossing the living room to stand in the doorway of her room. “Holy shit. It’s huge!”
On the bed sat a teddy bear that had to be close to her height. It was absolutely massive, nearly taking up most of her full-sized mattress. She ran her hand across its fur, noticing how soft it was, and admiring the red ribbon tied in a bow around its neck. 
When she stepped out of the bedroom and came back to the kitchen, Ava was smiling a bit shyer than normal. “It was Farah’s idea.”
Cecilia shook her head and grabbed the collar of her shirt, pulling Ava down to kiss her. “God, I love you.” She relished in the way the tips of Ava’s ears reddened. 
Dinner was soon done and Ava set her plate in front of where Cecilia sat at the table. She had really gone all out. Candles framing the bouquet as the centerpiece, and an expensive bottle of white wine the worker swore up and down complimented the salmon wonderfully. She had even made sure to dish everything out on Cecilia’s favorite holiday heart-shaped plates. 
Cecilia stole one last kiss before Ava stood up. “This looks delicious,” she commented as Ava poured her a glass of wine. 
“I hope it tastes okay,” she said, sitting across from her to pour her own glass.
“I’m sure it will.” She smiled and cut into the fish. But when she began to chew, it took everything in her to keep her face the same. Cecilia didn’t know what on earth Ava had done, but it was somehow overpoweringly fishy whilst bland at the same time. “Oh, wow. That is delicious.” She took another bite as Ava watched her expectantly.
Thankfully, she didn’t catch the lie because her shoulders relaxed and a pleased look covered her face. 
She hurriedly took a drink of her wine, hoping to chase the taste away. 
It was a battle to get through the meal but Cecilia really loved Ava and her gratitude for the attempt made trumped how truly disgusting the food was. Plus, the wine helped ease it all down and Ava seemed happy with herself.
“Oh! Before I forget!” Cecilia jumped up, running to retrieve the package that she had been hiding at the station. She handed it to Ava. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
Ava looked between her and the parcel for a long second before beginning to open it. Cecilia watched excitedly as she pulled out something in a glass casing. When she flipped it over, her eyes widened. “Cecilia,” she gasped.
“I can’t get you the real thing, but I found this and thought you would like it just as much.” She stayed beside Ava to watch her marvel at the model car encased in the glass.
It was the car she had mentioned to be her “dream car.” A 1965 Jaguar in the most gorgeous shade of green. 
Ava turned to look at her wide-eyed. “You remembered?”
“Of course I did, silly.” She kissed her forehead with a giggle. “I commit everything you tell me about yourself to memory because I’m obsessed with you.”
She rolled her eyes, but the smile didn’t disappear from her lips. “Come here.” Ava tugged on Cecilia’s hand to pull her onto her lap, the display car being safely sat on the table. “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I am undeserving.”
Their foreheads pressed together, noses barely brushing as Cecilia smiled. “Is this a good holiday now, then?”
Ava nodded. “Most definitely. I understand it now,” she whispered before stealing Cecilia’s future words with a kiss. 
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fruitjuucy · 3 years
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31 Days of Wayhaven: Day 17 - AU
the party and the aftermath it’s college au babey ✨✨
cece and reese have some Times™️ together
cecilia belongs to @seravadumortain 💕
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italianaradio · 5 years
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Spider-Man: Far From Home, una nuova occhiata al costume di Mysterio
Nuovo post su italianaradio http://www.italianaradio.it/index.php/spider-man-far-from-home-una-nuova-occhiata-al-costume-di-mysterio/
Spider-Man: Far From Home, una nuova occhiata al costume di Mysterio
Spider-Man: Far From Home, una nuova occhiata al costume di Mysterio
Spider-Man: Far From Home, una nuova occhiata al costume di Mysterio
Creato da Stan Lee e Steve Ditko nel 1964, Mysterio è l’alter ego di Quentin Beck e farà il debutto ufficiale nel MCU a luglio in Spider-Man: Far From Home, dove vestirà presumibilmente i panni dell’antagonista principale di Spidey. Certezza che potrà essere confermata soltanto dal film, dal momento che il primo trailer ci mostra il personaggio schierato dalla parte dei “buoni” nella lotta agli Elementali.
Nei fumetti Mysterio rappresenta la trasformazione in supercriminale di uno stuntman e creatore di effetti speciali a Hollywood, privo di superpoteri ma in grado di giocare con le illusioni e confondere l’avversario. Insieme a Doc Oc, Avvoltoio, Camaleonte, Uomo Sabbia e Kraven formerà invece il team dei Sinistri Sei (e chissà che non siano proprio i Marvel Studios a introdurli sul grande schermo…).
Quella che vedete qui sotto invece è un’anteprima del suo costume, già svelato dal merchandise di Far From Home trapelato online, e a quanto pare la versione cinematografica rispetterà la controparte originale con qualche variazione. Restano intatti il tradizionale casco (scherzosamente paragonato ad una boccia per i pesci dai fan) e i colori della divisa.
“Indossarlo è stato incredibile” ha confessato Jake Gyllenhaal in un’intervista, “perché è un costume straordinario, dotato di tantissimi segreti e dettagli che non posso svelare. Per ora vi dico che si illumina con vari colori…“
Mysterio: le migliori illusioni del villain di Far From Home
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Diretto ancora una volta da Jon Watts, Spider-Man: Far From Home arriverà nelle sale il 5 luglio 2019. Confermati nel cast del film il protagonista Tom Holland nei panni di Peter Parker, Marisa Tomei in quelli di zia May e Zendaya in quelli di Michelle, Samuel L. Jackson in quelli di Nick Fury e Cobie Smulders in quelli di Maria Hill.
Le riprese del film sono durate circa tre mesi, e nella maggior parte delle foto circolate in rete abbiamo visto Peter Parker alle prese con Michelle (Zendaya). Naturalmente il film vedrà tornare anche Flash Thompson (Tony Revolori) e Ned Leeds (Jacob Batalon), gli altri compagni di scuola di Peter. Ma cosa conosciamo realmente della trama e quali teorie circolano intorno al nuovo titolo dei Marvel Studios?
Per quanto riguarda le novità del sequel, la tuta di metallo di Peter dovrebbe essere una versione rimodellata di quella di Iron Spider. vista in Avengers: Infinity War. Questa nuova tuta, prevede anche una nuova maschera, con degli occhiali al posto delle orbite bianche, come da tradizione, questo perché è ovvio che il personaggio abbia bisogno di una nuova maschera dopo che la sua precedente è andata distrutta su Titano, durante il confronto con Thanos e prima della sua disintegrazione.
Spider-Man: Far From Home, le domande poste dal trailer
Fonte: CBM
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Spider-Man: Far From Home, una nuova occhiata al costume di Mysterio
Creato da Stan Lee e Steve Ditko nel 1964, Mysterio è l’alter ego di Quentin Beck e farà il debutto ufficiale nel MCU a luglio in Spider-Man: Far From Home, dove vestirà presumibilmente i panni dell’antagonista principale di Spidey. Certezza che potrà essere confermata soltanto dal film, dal momento che il primo trailer ci mostra […]
Cinefilos.it – Da chi il cinema lo ama.
Cecilia Strazza
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songofsoma · 3 years
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@blightning drew my detective, cecilia beck, for me for christmas and i’m absolutely in love!!!!
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songofsoma · 3 years
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✨unit bravo dating simulator✨
made with this picrew
bonus cece 😌❤️
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songofsoma · 4 years
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and who says romance is dead
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songofsoma · 4 years
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this post has been on my mind all day LMAO
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songofsoma · 4 years
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tiny meme dump as a treat
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songofsoma · 3 years
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A doesn’t get rights <3
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songofsoma · 3 years
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Call of Midnight
fandom: the wayhaven chronicles pairing: ava du mortain x cecilia beck words: 602 rating: general
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After nearly a millennium, Ava found it trivial to keep track of the passage of time during the nights. Being as old as she was, who could truly blame her? Some nights, it felt like she would blink and the colors of dawn would be reaching across the sky, shredding away the night’s darkness.
Tonight was no different.
She was sat at a heavy wooden desk in the Warehouse. Honestly, Ava was the only one who used it. Being Commanding Agent of any unit, especially a top performing one, came with a mound of paperwork—not that she minded. Some might consider it sad the way she relished in reports. But it was work. And it was no secret how much she loved her duties.
One such report had completely drawn in all her attention. It was the dead of night, no one typically bothered her even if the others were up.
It meant Ava hadn’t noticed the creak of the door opening or the light footsteps following. Instead, her eyes trailed over the words, pen mindlessly tapping against her lip.
“Am I interrupting?”
The question startled her as she whipped her head up. So quickly, in fact, it made the girl in front of her flinch.
“Cecilia,” Ava breathed, struggling to regain her composure as her gaze ran over her. “I thought you were asleep?” What was supposed to be a statement left her lips as a question. The detective was dressed for bed. Her figure only covered by a lavender, satin nightgown with delicate black lace lining the hems. She shifted her weight nervously, clutching the blanket she had brought closer around her shoulders.
A look of embarrassment crossed over her face. “I uh…had another nightmare.” She looked down are her bare feet, rolling her lips together.
There was nothing more that needed to be said.
Ava pushed her chair away from the table, wordlessly beckoning her over.
With a look of relief, Cecilia approached and quickly situated herself on the vampire’s awaiting lap. Her legs curled up as she buried her face against Ava’s neck, savoring the comfort she was brought by her.
Ava held her tightly against her chest as if her embrace could protect her human from all the evils the world had to offer. Fingers brushed against the soft skin of her legs, smiling at the small shiver the movements raised.
“Stay here with me, amata mea,” she murmured, words muffled as she pressed a kiss to the side of Cecilia’s head. “I will finish this report and return to bed with you.”
A hum of approval was her reply as she snuggled further into Ava. “You swear?”
She chuckled, kissing her head once more. “Upon my honor.”
The poor girl must have been tired when there was no retort.
Truthfully, that last report was taking much longer than it should have.
Cecilia had fallen asleep, lulled by the sound of Ava’s pen scratching against the paper. It was a great and unexpected distraction, but although, not an unwelcome one.
How was she supposed to concentrate on policy alterations when the warmth of Cecilia’s breath brushed against her neck or a stray hair tickled her jaw? Every moment with her was precious. She wanted to experience every breath, every smile, every small movement.
Though, there were no words in any language that could describe the way she felt right then. No words to describe the way she felt about her.
This was an arrangement she could certainly get used to.
And maybe, just maybe, Ava would begin to look forward to the call of midnight.
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songofsoma · 3 years
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happy birthday to the queen herself <3
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songofsoma · 4 years
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head empty only wayhaven texts
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songofsoma · 4 years
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it’s a good thing ava can’t get grey hairs ❤️
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songofsoma · 3 years
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describe your detective with only the memes you have on your phone
tagged by;; @fru1tb4tz and @blightning ❤️
tagging: @aelwen @pixelnights @rosejellyy @agentfreckles :-)
cecilia beck 😌
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songofsoma · 3 years
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Kiss Me Goodbye
31 days of wayhaven | day 13: apology aka this is me getting my revenge on @aelwen for making me cry earlier
fandom: the wayhaven chronicles pairing: ava du mortain x cecilia beck words: 703 rating: mature
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CW: character death, blood, guns, grief, suicidal thoughts (??)
She hadn’t known the gun was pointed at her, not until it went off. And even then, when she whipped around, muscles tensing in wait for the inevitable impact—nothing came.
Ava had experienced wounds of all sorts in her lifetime. She knew what to expect. But there was a risk like never before. 
The Trappers had gotten smarter. Their technology was upgrading. They answered to no government agency which meant there were no limits to what they could do.
And that included the bullets packed with enough DMB to kill a supernatural three times over that they were armed with.
It was her death she had expected.
Death was a concept she had come to terms with centuries ago. At times, she had craved it, cursing a silent god for sending her down this path. 
This was one of those times. 
For when her gaze fell on the woman now on the floor, Ava wished she was dead.
Ava didn’t hear herself yell as Cecilia hit the ground. The blood rushing through her ears and the pounding of her heart was too loud.
Her feet moved on their own, taking her towards her detective. 
The stinging wounds of a bullet finally came. Although, she barely registered it even as Nat was screaming her name, desperately trying to claw through a blockade of enemies to get to her. 
She didn’t care.
Ava’s head was full of Cecilia. The way she rasped as she struggled to breathe, the slowing of her heart, the scent of her blood filling the room.
Another panicked shot lodged itself in her shoulder, knocking her back briefly. Still, she continued the last few steps to fall to her knees beside Cecilia. 
She bent over her, running her hand over a freckled cheek, blood smearing across russet skin.
“Cecilia, look at me. Please.” Ava was never one to beg. But at that moment, she would kneel before anyone who could get the girl to open those lovely brown eyes.
Her eyes fluttered open, her gaze was unfocused and distant. She was slipping away.
“Ava,” she managed a pitiful murmur.
Hands ran over her, pressing against the wound in her chest to try and stop the bleeding. In her mind, she knew there was nothing she could do. Blood continued to ooze from beneath her hand, soaking the pink of her blouse.
“I don’t want to die.” Cecilia clutched her arm, her gaze swimming in fear. “I don’t want to leave you.”
Those words broke her.
A sob tore from her lips as she gathered Cecilia into her arms, unable to hide the way her entire body was shaking. She managed a small smile as she pressed her forehead to her human’s, tears falling onto her bloody cheeks. “It’s so like you to think about everyone but yourself, even now. But I am selfish because I love you and am begging you to stay. Stay with me.”
The beat of her heart was slowing as she struggled to stay conscious.
“I love you,” her voice was meek as she clung on to the last bit of life. “Let me kiss you goodbye at least, please.”
Ava couldn’t deny her. She didn’t want to deny her. So she kissed her. She kissed Cecilia like that kiss would give her back the light that was rapidly leaving her eyes.
The last kiss from her lover tasted of salt and blood and grief.
That’s what she had to remember her by as Cecilia’s body went limp after her body gave one last shuddering breath, her eyes glossing over.
Ava clutched her closer against her, sobbing into Cecilia’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
The DMB was leaking into her veins, burning her from the inside out.
She could stop it from overtaking her, she knew she could. But she had no desire to.
Ava was holding her life in her arms already and that too was gone.
The pain was building, but nothing was going to match the broken heart she was now harboring. In truth, she preferred the pain of the poison for it meant an end.
And finally, after 900 years of agony, she welcomed that end with open arms. 
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songofsoma · 4 years
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someone is a party pooper :(
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