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apolocheesy · 2 months ago

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𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙝𝙞 𝙝𝙞𝙞𝙞 𝙞 𝘿𝙄𝘿 𝙡𝙞𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙠 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙞 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙬 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 (𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧) 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙢

𝙑𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙎𝙝𝙚𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙨𝙠𝙮 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

“Vampire teeth are like roses. Thorns bore for puncturing. Your bleeding hands open to calm those overwhelmed with passion. Delicately pruning until petals finally bloom for you.”

You sit at the dinner table, Shedletsky in front of you. Somehow, you, an orchardist, managed to get rather familiar with the vampire on your journey home to town. A candle flickers to your left, coincidentally growing feeble when caught by his hard gaze. Your laugh fades, absorbed by shadows lurking the corners.

“Ah, it’s afraid of you, Shedletsky.” You reach for a raspberry, biting warily despite his friendliness. Curtains leisurely ascended. The pitiful light wanes, sparking in a strife against nature’s breath drifting from the window.

“Afraid of me?” His fingertips playfully gripped the tablecloth. “What does the candle have to be afraid of? I should be afraid.” He narrowed at the flame, eyes aching. You swiftly seized the candle by its elaborate holder, even as fatigued as you were.

“You still chose to look. Do you not know any better?”

“You’re in my mansion.” Shedletsky scoffed. “And I let you have that light!” He gave a cocky grin, touching the rim of his wine glass. All while feasting on fried chicken—which you recently discovered is his craving.

You softened your disturbed face. His informality never clicked in the time spent. It’s… unnerving to say the least.

“Well I can’t have you going and getting yourself hurt. It would be a shame, really.” The two marks pierced on your neck throbbed. They were still fresh like the memory of his foreign embrace, grazing his teeth teasingly over your jugular vein. An eerie sensation ghosted your spine, skin paler than you came. You’d finish him off if he let your precious blood go to waste.

“You could always make me feel better.” Shedletsky’s eyes smiled, expectant. He swerved his drink around, enamored by the red film coating the cup. It seems he doesn’t have an appetite for the beloved food anymore. He slid your plate closer, picking pomegranates and greens onto it. “This meal is for you, so eat up. I have to make sure you’re healthy too.”

He stood for the door. Looking back at you with a much more mature, reassuring smile. You waved him off and lifted the candle back, flame now placid. The winds had ceased. You envisioned trees slowing their sway, stilling in the night. How you would clutch your basket of apples close at gangly branches; branches that caved until you shined your lantern. Life wounded quiet, dull, just how it was before. It left a bitter taste, regardless of how many citrus fruits you ate.

Rooms upon rooms stretched across the halls. Each ebony doorframe carved, some altered in show of importance. One caught your eye. Its white detailing drew an illumina on the head of the wood.

Beating wings rattled against your ear. A bat. It chirped, flying in circles where cobwebs stuck until your attention was undivided. Whatever came over you, it made you want to follow.

Every lamp on the way was either losing power, or off completely. You lost count of how many rooms you had passed. In an instant, its small body suddenly disappeared, and you found yourself at another door. This time, strangely fixed to your appeals.

In awe, you turned the knob, peeking your head inside. The room is fully furnished, a white bed before you. Above it, a canopy fit for royalty. And just like the rest of the manor, the lighting is sparse, glowing through stained glass windows. On the nightstand stood tall, lit candles, barely melted. In full view, you couldn’t ignore the elegant attire laid upon silky sheets. It simply called your name.

You study yourself in a large vanity. The luxurious apparel, opposite to your ranch uniform. It didn’t cling to your skin, no heavy boots weighing your feet. Instead, expertly weaved silk and cotton sewn to flow with graceful movements set you free.

Palming the final garment, gliding your thumb over its bedazzled rim, you slide it onto your face.

Three gentle knocks rang; clear, each following a rhythm.

“You’ve been busy, haven’t you?” Said Shedletsky from outside.

“Just a moment.” You lingered a while longer, touching your cheek. It was merely skin, branded with labor not even the jeweled mask could conceal.

He straightened when you opened the door. Shedletsky too wore a mask, white-tipped raven feathers winding into the curves. His jabot collar blouse layered under a powder blue vest. Draping his shoulders lied a dark cloak. He clutched whatever was behind him tighter.

“So have you,” You tried to pry, but was met with a face full of rose petals. Shedletsky chuckled, doubling down into a fit of laughter.

“Was that- too rough?” He heaved between breaths. “Go on, take it. I’ve got something even better!”

Shedletsky locked arms with yours, leading you to his garden. Withered buds swept the pathways. Your gaze wandered back to his content self, furrowing your brows.

You approach two doors twice your size. Growing closer, fog that blurred the horizon mysteriously cleared. Alive flowers that weren’t yours blossomed in your sight. They grew in bristly bushes, lined around massive walls. You tilted your head up. Vines overtook, corrupting every inch its roots could possibly reach. A giant void, ragged, same to familiar forest branches. Not even the brightest star could reflect off the palace.

He asked something. In the blink of an eye, you were inside a ballroom so overwhelming you imagined dancers. An orchestra haunted, its echo channeling within your core. Wherever you turned, it was empty. Nothing but glazed floor. The chandelier wasn’t lit either, reminiscent of Shedletsky’s manor.

Shedletsky had already let go. He then bowed, offering his hand.

“May I have this dance?”

How formal. Too formal.

He gestured you to come closer.

“It won’t hurt to give me a chance, y’know.”

#forsaken x reader #shedletsky x reader #inspired by this short fic I read

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wandamaximoffsbadgirl · 10 months ago

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Our Safe Haven

Wanda x little!fem!reader

Word count: 1.1K

Warnings: None this is very fluffy

Authors notes: I had a thought while rewatching DSMOM yesterday. What if...Wanda hadn't been consumed by the darkhold?

Also, to all the littles, seeing this, please tred lightly on this blog! This is my big 18+ blog, but I do have some little!reader fics. Everything is marked accordingly!

“Baaaaaa Baaaaaaa.”

You woke up to the sound of sheep with a smile on your face. Jumping out of bed and changing into your shortalls and pulling on your perfectly white mid-crew socks. Your tongue sticking out a bit as you pull on your cowgirl boots. You were ready to bolt out the front door when Wanda caught you, we'll her magic did, making you giggle.

“Mama! Mama!” you cried out with a giggle as she carefully placed you down at the kitchen table. She turned around with your breakfast of eggs, bacon, and toast. You wiggled in your seat as she set the plate down, leaning over to kiss the top of your head.

“Good morning detka. Feeling small this morning?” She asked sweetly with a smile as you put some eggs on your fork and you nodded, shoving the food into your mouth, a little ‘mhmm' coming from you. Wanda simply smiled at you, the little light of her life that she found after The Westview Incident.

The moment you were done you bolted out of the house. Your great Pyrenees, Lola, getting up from her spot to follow behind you as you run to the sheep, letting them out to roam and running around with them.

.°⋆.°⋆𐚁

“Apples, right?” Strange asked, making Wanda look up. She was pruning one of the many apple trees that were on the property the two of you had purchased with the money Tony had left everyone.

“Eventually.” She handed him the small branch that was blossoming.

“Smells…”

“Sweet?”

“I was gonna say real.” Strange said in an accusatory tone making Wanda's face fall.

“It's all very real. Thanks. I put the magic behind me.” Wanda looked over at you, watching as you herded the sheep with Lola laying nearby, watching.

Strange followed her eyesight. Watching carefully. “Who's the girl?”

“Y/N. I met her after I left Westview. I was looking for a remote place to settle down and she worked at the general store in the secluded town. Eventually I found myself falling in love again.” Wanda smiled, a genuine smile before turning back to Strange. “Well, I knew sooner or later you'd... show up, wanting to discuss what happened at WestView. I made mistakes, and people were hurt.”

“But you put things right in the end and that was never in doubt. I'm not here to talk about WestView.”

Before Wanda could ask why he was here you came running up, “Mama! Mama!” You hadn't noticed the man at first otherwise you wouldn't have called her Mama, you knew better as you shied away, pressing your face into her.

Strange was befuddled by the exchange happening in front of him, but watched Wanda soothe you back down, “It's okay little one. He's a friend. He helped me save the world. Your favorite story to hear.” She spoke softly, kissing the top of your head. Wanda looked back at Strange, “So if Not Westview then what are you here for?” Wanda questioned as you looked up at her.

It was rare that she talked about Westview. When you first met she had mentioned coming from there and that things didn't go as planned. She needed a fresh start.

“What do you know of the multiverse?” The man asked as you turned slightly to look between them.

“The multiverse. Vis had his theories. He believed it was real. And dangerous.” Wanda's voice shifted slightly, her grip on you tightening ever so slightly.

Vis…a name you'd heard twice. She always left him out of the stories she told. She tried once, but started to cry. The second was in passing, you heard her ask herself, “Would you have liked this Vis?” You pretended not to hear her. Deciding it was best not to acknowledge it.

“Well, he was right about both. We found a girl who can somehow travel across it but she's being pursued.” Strange informed the two of you and you looked up at Wanda happily about possibly a new friend, but Wanda looked worried. Her grip tightens further on you. A small squeak coming out of you.

“Mama…” You spoke softly, tugging on her shirt. She looked down at you trying to hide the swirling emotions in her eyes. You saw it though and you didn't mean to, but it brought you right back to a big headspace. “Love what's wrong? What is it?” Your hands cup her cheeks and she practically melts at your touch. It grounds her back down.

“I'm fine.” Her voice betrays her with a slight crack as she looks back at Strange.

“You can bring her here. She'll be safe and Y/N can keep her company.”

“Are you sure Wanda? It won't be too much trouble?” He asks as she shakes her head in response.

“No trouble at all Stephen.” She plasters a smile on her face as Strange portals back to the temple.

“What's wrong?” You ask sternly. “He's not here, it's just us Wanda. I know something isn't right.” She tries to pull away, but you hold her there.

“When we met I was in possession of something called the darkhold. It gave me a lot of resources, but it all came at a price. I found the price was too high once I got to know you. I knew I couldn't have both so,” her hands find yours on her face, “I gave it up so we could live our life. So I could leave my past where it belongs. But now with this I can feel that itch. The want—no the need for it again.”

A pained expression covered your features. You could tell she was struggling and so you did the only thing you knew how to do when she got like this, her thoughts swirling and drowning her in her past mistakes, you kissed her. It was soft and she barely pressed back, but you felt it.

“We'll get through this. I'm here for you Wands. Didn't I already tell you when you told me who you were?” Wanda looked down at you, waiting for the reminder, needing it right now. “You aren't a monster. What you did is in the past. We can't change that. We can only be better in the future.”

She leaned her forehead against yours, a smile slowly spreading on her face. “Thank you for the reminder my little love.” She spoke in a whisper as you reached a hand to tangle in her hair, scratching gently as she closed her eyes.

“We're gonna make it through this. Do what we have to and keep moving forward.” You tell her as she nods against you.

“How'd I get so lucky?” she whispers.

“I ask myself that question every time I look at you.” you whisper back as you hear a portal opening behind you. Getting ready to face the next chapter of your life together.

#ley speaks #ley writes #ley writes one shots #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x little!reader #little!reader #little!fem!reader #cg!wanda maximoff x little!reader

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slytherinshua · 11 months ago

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APPLES AND PEARS

genre. fluff. secret relationship. farmer au lmao?? warnings. rivalry between families. having to hide a relationship because of bad blood. not proofread. pairing. sion x fem!reader. wc. 2.4k. request. no. a/n. yes this is based on that one couple in my little pony.... fight me they were cute AND IT WAS A CUTE IDEA. also got the idea from @sleepy-wonus's nct wish x mlp moodboard series and sion's mb. divider by @/pommecita.

The rivalry between your family’s pear orchard and the Oh family’s apple orchard went back too far to even count. Generations of tradition went into the planting, pruning, harvesting, and selling of your pears, and you took great pride in it, much like the rest of your family. You would never get tired of the smell of sweet pears, or the process of baking the fresh fruit into pastries.

Despite how much you liked it, you often found it overwhelming. Your parents had a few strict rules which you had to follow since you were little. There were only two of them, but you had always found them extremely hard to stick to.

The first rule was to never eat pears from the trees. You were only allowed to have them once they had been sorted through and separated by quality. When you were younger, you despised this one the most. You absolutely loved pears no matter how many you ate. Not being able to pick them fresh off the tree to enjoy was torture.

The second rule was to never talk to the Oh family, and to never cross the property line on the west side of the farm. Around 50 acres of trees grew on your family’s property. When you were younger, you were simply never allowed to travel to the far west side. This only piqued your curiosity about the rivalled apple orchard.

Your parents always told you that the Oh family were terrible people who had wrongly scammed your family and stolen your precious land (and loyal customers). You wholeheartedly believed them when you were younger and held the same contempt as they did for the ‘apple family’. But were they really as bad as your family insisted?

“Sion! You’re not allowed to climb the tree!” You whisper-shouted in panic, a basket of pears in your hand which you quickly dropped to the ground, “You’re out in the open again! I’m gonna get in trouble.” You whined, running up to the base of the tree and staring up at the boy. He gave you a mischievous smile.

“If they come around, I’ll hop down and pretend like I was picking apples this entire time.” He grinned, glancing back at the property line where you saw an empty basket he had abandoned.

Oh Sion. The oldest son of the Oh family, who you first met when you were 14, and soon found out was exactly your age. Who could blame you for being curious about him? You barely saw anyone outside of your family, much less a boy, that too from the one family you were never supposed to talk to. All the rivalry, competition, and loathing that you were supposed to hold for him disappeared as soon as you saw his face.

Now, a few years later, you and him were still keeping up the delicate act of hiding yourselves whenever you met up. Your parents would have a heart attack if they knew you had been talking to him, much less kissing him. (He was an excellent kisser, though).

“Your bosc pears are sweeter this year.” He commented, pointing at the fruit hanging from the branch he was sitting on. You could tell he was fishing for compliments— trying to impress you with his knowledge on the fruit.

“Don’t start acting like a pear expert just because you can finally tell the difference. You didn’t even know there were different types before I told you.” You rolled your eyes, “Get down from the tree. You’re putting stress on the branch.”

“Only if you give me a kiss.” Sion said gleefully, hopping down to the ground in one smooth motion.

You stepped forward, caging him in against the tree with one hand, “You want a kiss in return for trespassing on my property?” You raised an eyebrow, amused at his antics.

His eyes twinkled, “Are you going to give it to me or not? I don’t have all day.” His hand slipped to your waist, waiting for you to make the move. You leaned in, eyes fluttering shut. Just as your lips touched his and you were met with the sweet taste of apple and cinnamon, you heard a voice drawing nearer.

You both pulled apart on instinct, and Sion slipped behind the tree and back across the property line without another word. You lamented over the unfortunate timing for a moment before picking up your basket and facing your aunt who had come to ask for your help with the pear butter.

After finishing up the batch of pear butter and peeling and cutting a few baskets of pears, you were finally sent on harvesting duty again. You snuck back to the same tree, hoping that Sion would still be picking apples nearby. It was easy to spot the head of dirty blond against the trees bearing sweet gala apples.

“No worms got in this year, I hope?” You teased, stepping over the line into the apple orchard. Sion tossed you an apple from the branch.

“See for yourself.”

You smiled, taking a seat on the grass as you watched him work. He was tall, and able to reach the fruit easily. Although he was also lazy, opting to bend the branches down to reach instead of getting a ladder. You bit into the apple, a pleased smile on your face whenever you had the opportunity to break a rule. Sion watched you with a smirk as well, the sentiment shared.

He had been brought up similarly, although not quite as harsh as your parents. Rather than seeing your family as having wronged his, you were painted as lesser and therefore not worth his time. Apples always sold more than pears— the proof was in the fruit, as Sion’s mother said. Sion had always liked pears himself.

“You owe me for earlier.” He said as he plucked the last apple from the branch.

“I’m ready to pay up.” You smiled, beckoning him over next to you.

“Good. Because I was feeling a bit cheated.” He plopped down on the ground beside you, shuffling next to you until your knees were touching. You cupped his cheek and drew his face to yours, sighing happily when there were no interruptions to your kiss.

There were always unanswered questions that came with your relationship with Sion. The simple fact that neither of your parents would ever accept the other often made thinking of the future impossible. So, you lived in the present. You enjoyed every day you saw Sion, and took every opportunity you could to talk to him, hold him, kiss him. You loved him wholeheartedly.

He pressed his lips harder against yours, deepening the kiss. The taste of the apple you had just eaten on your tongue made him pull apart to giggle. You tasted like him, and it made his chest feel warm.

“I have the fall fair for a week, you know. I won’t be able to see you.” He mumbled, catching his breath.

“Don’t remind me.” You shushed him of the thought with your lips finding his again, desperately getting your fill of the feeling before you would inevitably be deprived of it again.

As much as he would’ve liked to stay kissing you for the rest of the day, preparations for the fair separated you two once again. You only had time to give him a couple pears to stash away for the trip before he left. He was busy for the rest of the day, preparing recipes and packaging hundreds of apples into boxes. By the time evening came, he had already left on the long drive to town.

You hated when Sion was away. There were many tasks you could do to keep yourself busy, but your small breaks to talk to him at the edge of the farm kept you motivated unlike anything else. Seeing the empty apple orchard only made you miss him more; so you tried to stay inside the house as much as possible.

Your grandma was working on new quilts for the winter. Most of the fabric had patterns of pears or leaves on them, but you found a random stash of apple related ones as well. Deciding to take up your own sewing project, you started to make a small quilt for Sion (although you told your mother it was just a personal project).

The days had never gone slower. Although it was peak pear season and the orchard was doing better than ever, you were starting to get sick of pears. When Sion wasn’t there, you quickly grew tired of having to be surrounded by them all the time. They weren’t a source of your pride anymore if everyone else around you already shared it with you.

Two days before he was supposed to return, you found yourself walking over to the property line again. It was evening and the chance of any of your family seeing you by the westside trees that had already been picked was low. You didn’t even try to hide your intention as you crossed over the line, looking for a fresh apple to pick. You just missed him that bad.

“Missed me that much, huh?”

You startled from the sound of his voice, dropping the apple you had just plucked from the tree out of shock. You turned around and there he was. His face was obscured from the night darkness, but you didn’t even need to see his face to know he was wearing his signature grin.

You ran into his arms, the feeling of him squeezing you tightly suggesting that he missed you even more than you did. He smelled slightly like pears, and it brought a small smile to your face.

“Why are you back so early? Did I not give you enough pears to keep you away?” You pulled back from the hug, pushing back some of his hair to better see his face. He was so pretty.

“I ran out by the third day. You should’ve given me a better stock.” He complained. “My parents sent me to catch the honeycrisp harvest on the best day. The timing didn’t work out too well this year, so I volunteered to go back by myself.” He told you, “And maybe I also wanted some more pears.” The whispered afterthought made you giggle.

For the first time ever, you slipped onto the Oh’s orchard without any fear. You found Sion sitting on the porch, peeling apples by hand with a small knife. He didn’t notice you at first, partly because he was so focused on his task, and partly because you had never dared to come this far onto his family’s farm before.

“What are you making with those?” You asked as you took a seat beside him.

“Apple sauce. We like to slow cook them for a couple hours, but not too long otherwise it’ll turn out too watery. Never overnight.” He grinned, reaching over to a basket and handing you a knife. “Since you’re here, you might as well help.”

“I feel like I’m cheating on at least 10 generations of my family.” You commented as you grabbed a fresh apple from the pail at his feet and started peeling away the skin.

You were a bit clumsy with the knife on the apple. They were much bigger than your pears, not to mention a completely different shape. You definitely didn’t have as much skill in the area as Sion. He finished peeling three apples in the time it took you to just do one. His peels dropped into the compost bucket in one clean long spiral, while yours were scrappy and broken.

“Hold it like this.” Sion said softly, adjusting your hands so that you steadied the apple with your thumb and cut towards it. You watched him demonstrate how to peel it the best, starting from the top of the apple and finishing at the bottom without breaking the peel once. It was perfectly thin without catching any of the fruit on it. You had to admit that watching him do it so perfectly was hot.

With his guidance, you saw better results immediately, although you would never accomplish his level of over 15 years with just 1 afternoon of practice. Once the apples were peeled, you started to core and cut them into medium sized chunks. You had much more success with it, as you were more used to coring pears.

Cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves went into the pot as seasoning for the fruit. The smell of fall enveloped your senses with sweet and spicy scents. Maybe it was because the same notes were always what Sion lips tasted like, or maybe it was your growing love for any recipe that included apples in it, but you were obsessed with the smell.

“I should hire you on the farm. Who knew the pear girl would be so good with apples?” Sion teased you once you were done, taking a walk around the orchard together to check on the state of the trees.

“If only our family’s didn’t hate each other.” You mused, letting a sigh leave your lips. You finally had a taste of what it would be like to not have to hide. You knew you would always enjoy any time you spent with Sion, but you didn’t expect to enjoy it as much as you did.

“It’s a shame. Apples and pears aren’t even that different. They’re better together, in fact.” Sion commented, nudging you with his elbow. You laughed at his hidden meaning, linking your fingers together with his as you neared the pear side of the farm.

“See you tomorrow?” You asked, stepping over the line, Sion still standing on his side. You toyed with his fingers, delaying when you would actually have to say goodbye.

“You know where to find me.” He smiled, letting you decide when to finally let go of his hands.

Like always, saying goodbye was the worst part of the day, for both you and Sion. Being so close to you, yet so separated left a sour taste in Sion’s mouth. He so badly wished he could spend every moment with you, or even help around your family’s farm as well. He was more likely to get a pear to his face than even the slightest chance of your family accepting him. So, he cut his losses when he had to. He still felt grateful for what he had.

He had you. Sion was hopelessly in love with you, a feeling that you shared without hesitance. And that itself was enough for both of you.

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