#friendship ended with the lustrous

[ardonious]

wonders aimlessly if phos’ head will be all thats left of them and they’ll join the pile of pebbles, or vice versa and everyone gets fun phos hands

[nysrage]

MOVIE NIGHT, Connie Springer.

synopsis: you and connie always had an unique friendship, all touch feely with one another, but tensions rise after you two took a detour down lustrous lane.

You and your friends were always known for spontaneously coming up with a move. Basking in the time of some unplanned fun until all of you had to face the real world once you were all out of college. The group of you piled up in the dorms common area, with the projector running after feasting on wings, pizza, and alcohol. Ending the night with a horror movie that was sure to have you all watching your surroundings for the next few days.

“girl come on! the movies starting!” sasha called out to you, dimming the lights in the room while you quickly grabbed a few snacks that’ll last you throughout the film.

Entering the common space just for your spot to be taken by onyankapon. Sprawled out across the floor as if he wasn’t just pushing 6’5. “Now ony you knew that was my spot!” You whined.

Ony brushing you off with a laugh as he typed away in his phone. “shittt you decked the fuck out this cot, and workouts been beating my ass sis.”

You sucked your teeth, trying to find any spot you could until there was a light tug on your arm, turning to face your bestfriend connie. golden eyes low from the edible he indulged himself in earlier, voice all low and deep “c’mere, you know i got you..”

pulling you down to sit in just in front of him between his legs, tucked in the corner of the room. His arms circled around your middle as you shifted around till you were comfortable, resting his chin on your should just as the intro of the movie began. Affection such as this was natural between the two of you, so natural that no one would ever bat an eyelash at the two of you unless they didn’t know your dynamic.

Only it hadn’t been so natural lately, the two of you putting a slight distance in your relationship this past week. It’d all been so tense since that one night the two of you heatedly made out session in the closet at a party. Never speaking on it again. Everyone but the two of you swore there was more to your relationship than you spilled, and they were so wrong until that kiss where the both of you drunkenly revealed the love you had for one another. Causing a slight rift between you, but it was so very short lived after tonight.

Horror was the very thing you steered clear of but who were you to rain on everyones parade. Plus being in the same space as your bestfriend gave you some comfort. He always kept you safe, even if things between the two of you were a bit complicated at the moment.

Within the first fourty minutes of the movie you were practically in his lap. Shifting around quite a bit, glancing behind you at connie whose eyes were focused on the screen. You were a bit uneasy from the jump scares. Yet the thing that had you so bothered had nothing to do with the movie. Being so close to connie felt so different now, and it always left you flustered whenever you were in his presence. Plus the feeling of connie pressed so close to your ass, didn’t help to ease every disgusting thought that through your mind right now. From the way his arms and big hands wrapped around your waist. To the feeling of his body pressed so close against yours, it made you all dizzy.

Little did you know, it was the same effect for connie. You, pressing yourself further into every time you got scared. That soft ass sitting atop his pelvis all heavy and round. Your chubby waist resting in his arms as he caressed your soft, smooth, brown skin of your belly. The two of you just so hot and bothered. Pining for eachother in a suffering silence, until the two of began to break. Not able to take it anymore. Maybe it was the liquor? Shit or the weed? Hell, maybe even the good feeling the two of you gave each other last week but that sexual tension wasn’t something the two of you could fight anymore.

Connie let his hands wander mindlessly over your chubby little body, tracing over the skin of your hips and thighs. Massaging the soft flesh and dipping lower to the creases of your inner thighs. The skin all warm and smooth to the touch, as he gently explores your body. Not missing one reaction you had to his touches, big or small. Burying himself into your neck to drown himself in the seductive ass perfume you always wore, and succumbing to the urge to have that soft skin against his lips again. Placing a soft kiss to your exposed shoulder as he continued to massage the squishy cellulite in your thighs. Your body melts into his as you get all worked up, huffing out a small breathe of air. Body growing hotter by the second from these little minuscule touches.

“I missed you..” you whimper out softly, legs subconsciously spreading to give his hands more freedom to roam. Connie responding with a content hum as he placed a wet kiss against the warm skin of your neck. dipping his hands lower to ghost over the soft flesh of your inner thighs. Dick growing stiff against that soft ass pressed so hard against him. “f-fuck, i missed you too.”

“So much hermosa..”

“Yeah..?” the soft whine from your lips barely audible over the loud cries and thrilled beat of the soundtrack. Connie’s strong hand runs up your waist until meeting that perked nipple hidden by the ribbed fabric of your tank top. Giving your breast a firm squeeze as he indulged himself a deep inhale of your scent.

“Mhm, ” he breathed out, hands coming dangerously close to the mound of your pussy, “Gon’ let me show you how much..?” You breathe hitched, looking up at him through your lashes and meeting his lustrous eyes. All low and red, but those golden irises still glimmered with something you couldn’t quite put a finger on. You nod softly, tucking your bottom lip behind those pretty teeth of yours. “Please..”

Connie discreetly looked around the room, all your friends focused on the movie as the masked killer began slowly picking people off, singaling it was almost to its climax. He eased his hand lower, cupping your pussy just as he turned your face towards his to captured your lips in a slow sensual kiss. Swallowing the low moan breaking past your soft lips. Ghosting his hand over the thin fabric of your thong, already dampened with slick. Running his fingers along your clothed folds until reaching your peeking clit, pressing down on it to release some of that building pressure.

You call out to him in a low whine, “connie stop teasingg.” trying your hardest to be discreet, but that needy feeling of having him touchy how you always wanted was too strong, and you were too drunk off lust to realize the consequences.

“Eyes on the movie princesa, you don’t wanna get caught huh?” Whispering against the shell of your ear. You nod, focusing your eyes back on the film. Connie finally pulled those panties to the side to expose that sensitive skin. Fingers gliding through your folds with a low groan, spreading the pooling slick gathered around your entrance.

“What’s got this pussy all wet?” He hummed, giving your clit a soft slap. “Hm mamí? Thought you didn’t like scary movies..”

Fingers teasing slow circles around your clenching hole, so eager to be filled with his thick fingers. Coating his fingers in that clear sticky slick, just before slipping a fingertip into you barely easing that empty feeling and pulling it back out. Slowly stretching you out until he could fully sink two of them into your tight warm walls. Those thick digits slowly piston in and out of you, curling every so often as your walls gripped them in deeper. Moans growing louder as he scissored you open, “shh, gotta be quiet baby..”

“s-shit, connie I-I’m tryinggg..” biting down on your lip with a whimper, nails digging at his forearms. Body tensing at the quick movement from your bestfriend from afar, clamping down on his fingers hard. Just for her to adjust her pillow and lay back focused on the movieonce more, washing away all that fear of getting caught.

“calm down pretty girl, it’s just us.” connie cooed, placing a kiss behind your ear. Stroking your gummy walls, until faint squelching of your pussy could be heard below the loud screams of the film. That fiery pit set ablaze in your tummy as your clit throbs, grinding your hips down against his palm for any type of friction to ease the sensation. Curling his fingers into the spongey ball that made your hips buck up into his hand. “Yeah? Just like that?” He cooed, working messily on your slicked clit.

Walls swelling around his fingers, moaning out from the building pressure. Connie slipped two fingers in your mouth, pressing them down on your tongue as an attempt to keep you as quiet. “ I know, I know. You like when papí play with that pussy?” Head nodding rapidly, too afraid of what sound might break past your lips if you actually tried to speak with those thick digits pressed down on your tongue. “You so fucking good, so good pretty girl..”

Your eyes rolling back as your body shook in his hold uncontrollably, gushing out a creamy mess onto his fingers. The vibrations of your moans against his fingers had him ready to fuck you on the floor right there but it was about you. Swirling his fingers around your clit until he slowly brought you down from your orgasmic bliss. Your body limp in his hold, all fucked out and breathless.

Removing his digits and sucking off the creamy white slick with a moan, just as the movies end credits began to roll. Sasha flicking the lamp on with a quick pull at its string,your eyes squinting as they adjust to the sudden change in lighting, body still trembling slightly. Sasha looking over the room with a smile, dropping slightly when he eyes reached you. “You good girl..?”

You nod, mentally cursing yourself as you tried to sit up, cringing at the slicked feeling between your thighs. “She just shaken up, y’know how she get.” Connie snorted , taking all the attention off you.

Sasha giggles, hand on her hips as she teased you about your scary nature.

“c’mon it wasnt even that bad!”

[melonisopod]

Maybe Land of the Lustrous would have a happy ending if Phos just sang to the Lunarians about friendship like in Steven’s Universe

[shadowriel]

Only On My Mind

Chapter 2 of my STEM rivals-to-lovers Elucien AU is here! My two favourite things about this chapter are the glimpses of Elain and Lucien’s past and the friendship between Vassa and Elain. And also something that happens close to the end of the chapter—I really, really like that part.

Summary: Everything in Elain’s life seems to be going wrong — from one failed relationship after another to the listless, draining hours she spends working in biotech. When Lucien, her former flirty, yet infuriating lab mate, joins the company and gets assigned to the same high-profile project, Elain can’t help but think that things will get so much worse.

Chapter 2 - Don’t Lead Me On (Again)

Read here on AO3

Read a snippet below:

“I think it’s time,” Vassa said, her voice echoing as she shifted in her seat to face Elain.

It was too early for this. Elain was too shocked and too tired to entertain her best friend’s antics. Still, she found herself asking what exactly it was time for.

Vassa’s lips turned up at the corners, and, when she grinned, it was radiant. “Time to reinstate the ‘Fuck Lucien Vanserra’ fan club.”

Elain choked on a laugh, her cheeks warming just a bit.

“It’s been too long since we’ve had a meeting,” Vassa continued, “and I have several points to add. Starting with how his hair is just a bit more lustrous than mine and he would never—not once during our undergrad—tell me what products he uses in his hair. He has no loyalty to the redheads of the world, and I think that makes him the biggest asshole.”

“The biggest,” Elain agreed, biting down on her bottom lip to tamper her growing smile. She loved Vassa immensely; without her best friend, she may have been freaking out after the shitshow of a meeting they just had, but instead, she was grinning.

“Maybe he’s bald now.” There was growing amusement in Vassa’s blue eyes, although Elain couldn’t quite picture the man without the flowing locks of his hair. “Oh god, I would love that. It would be my sweet karmic revenge, and I can finally be glad that I never learned his hair care routine.”

Laughing, Elain asked, “Anything else to add?”

If they were having an unofficial meeting for their unofficial club, she may as well be all in.

She expected Vassa to start with a list of all the things she hated about Lucien, that she accumulated during their years in undergrad and in the time since. Instead, Vassa’s gaze fixed on Elain, the reason she truly disliked him settling in the space between them. It remained unspoken, but she heard it—Vassa’s disdain for Lucien that began the day he left without a word. No phone calls, no texts, not even an email.

Elain had known he would be leaving. Maybe the knowledge—the urgency—of that is what had Elain standing on her toes as Lucien pressed his infuriating lips over hers, what had her tangling her fingers in his hair and pulling him against her.

And what did she have to show for it? Nothing. Not even a goodbye. Only a fuckton of hurt and a single memento that Elain rarely allowed herself to take out. Only on the worst of nights perhaps, alone in her room. Never in front of anyone, including Vassa. Her best friend didn’t know, even after all this time, the entire truth of what had happened between her and Lucien. She didn’t know about the one thing of Lucien’s she kept, hidden in a box at the back of her closet.

It was better that way. Even with her limited knowledge, Vassa had threatened to hunt Lucien down all the way to the University of Adriata more times than Elain could count.

Elain never wanted someone who had to be hunted down—forced—to be with her. She would have settled for a hasty goodbye and a long distance relationship. She would have waited for Lucien to go off and finish his master’s degree. She may have even gone with him, if he had asked.

But nothing good had come from their time together—not during the years of their rivalry and especially not on that last day when they’d been on the precipice of more. And now, after all these years, even if she could recognize him from the sound of his voice, even if she could remember the exact tilt of his smile and the russet of his eyes, they were strangers.

Maybe that’s all they’d ever be.

Taglist: @foundress0fnothing @headcanonheadcase

[kotton-kandy-kane]

A Little Life

Haven’t done this in forever but this book absolutely merits its own post. 

“What he knew, he knew from books, and books lied, they made things prettier.” 

“He has a vision of his life as a sliver of soap, worn and used and smoothed into a slender, blunt-ended arrowhead ,a little more of it disintegrating with every day.” 

“He’d board at Canal and watch the train fill and empty at each stop with an ever-shifting mix of different peoples and ethnicities, the car’s population reconstituting itself every ten blocks or so into provocative and improbable constellations of Poles, Chinese, Koreans, Senegalese; Senegalese, Dominicans, Indians, Pakistanis; Pakistanis, Irish, Salvadorans, Mexicans; Mexicans, Sri Lankans, Nigerians, and Tibetans - the only thing uniting them being their newness to America and their identical expression of exhaustion, that blend of determination and resignation that only the immigrant possesses.” 

“The other aspect of those weekday-evening trips he loves was the light itself, how it filled the train like something living as the cars rattled across the bridge, how it washed the weariness from his seatmates’ faces and revealed them as they were when they first came to the country, when they were young and America seemed conquerable. He’d watch that kind light suffuse the car like syrup, watch it smudge furrows from foreheads, slick gray hairs into gold, gentle the aggressive shine from cheap fabrics into something lustrous and fine. And then the sun would drift, the car rattling uncaringly away from it, and the world would return to its normal sad shapes and colors, the people to their normal sad state, a shift as cruel and abrupt as if it had been made by a sorcerer’s wand.” 

“[Richard] was a sculptor too, but worked with only ephemeral materials. He’d draw on drafting paper impossible shapes, and then render them in ice, in butter, in chocolate, in lard, and film them as they vanished. He was gleeful about witnessing the disintegration of his works, but JB, watching just last month as a massive, eight-foot-fall piece Richard had made (…) dripped and then crumbled to its demise, had found himself unexpectedly about to cry, though whether from the destruction of something so beautiful or the mere every day profundity of its disappearance, he was unable to say.” 

“When did pursuing your ambitions cross the line from brave into fool-hardy? How did you know when to stop?”

“There were times when the pressure to achieve happiness felt almost oppressive, as if happiness were something that everyone should and could attain, and that any sort of compromise in its pursuit was somehow your fault.”

“New York was populated by the ambitious. It was often the only thing that everyone here had in common. 

Ambition and atheism: “Ambition is my only religion”.”

“Only here did you feel compelled to somehow justify anything short of rabidity for your career; only here did you have to apologize for having faith in something other than yourself.” 

“It was like any relationship, he felt - it took constant pruning, and dedication, and vigilance, and if neither party wanted to make the effort, why wouldn’t it wither?”

“The standard interpretation of the first lien was “I am lost to the world,” but he read it as “I have become lost to the world,” which, he believed, was less self-pitying, less melodramatic, and more resigned, more confused. I have become lost to the world / In which I otherwise wasted so much time. (…) But he understood, primally almost, the concept of losing, of loosing oneself from the world, of disappearing into a different place, one of retreat and safety, of the twinned yearnings of escape and discovery.” 

“’You mustn’t indulge this tendency to self-mythologize’” 

“Friendship was witnessing another’s slow drip of miseries, and long bouts of boredom, and occasional triumphs.” 

“On one side is everything he knows, the patterns of his existence as regular and banal as the steady plink of a dripping faucet, where he is alone but safe, and shielded from everything that could hurt him. On the other side are waves, tumult, rainstorms, excitement: everything he cannot control, everything potentially awful and ecstatic, everything he has lived his adult life trying to avoid, everything whose absence bleeds his life of color.” 

“’We have still not reached the end of our trials. One more labor lies in store - boundless, laden with danger ,great and long, and I must brave it out from start to finish.’” 

“(…) he was worried because to be alive was to worry. Life was scary; it was unknowable. ( …) Life would happen to him, and he would have to try to answer it, just like the rest of them. They all (…) sought comfort, something that was theirs alone, something to hold off the terrifying largeness, the impossibility of the world, of the relentlessness of its minutes, its hours, its days.” 

“He had looked at Jude, then, and had felt that same sensation he sometimes did when he thought, really thought of Jude and what his life had been: a sadness, he might have called it, but it wasn’t a pitying sadness; it was a larger sadness, one that seemed to encompass all the poor striving people, the billions he didn’t know, all living their lives, a sadness that mingled with a wonder and awe at how hard humans everywhere tried to live, even when their days were so very difficult, even when their circumstances were so wretched. Life is so sad, he would think in those moments. It’s so sad, and yet we all do it. We all cling to it; we all search for something to give us solace.” 

[discluded]

The way Mile said at the BOC New Year party that 2023 was going to be "Fucking better" and in just 2 months so many shit went down... giving me trust issues lol. Jokes on us, but I know no one was prepared for it, so I salute Mile, Apo, Bible, Barcode and rest of BOC artists for still standing strong despite the difficult situations they were forced to endure these couple of months. I know this isn't the end of the world and I know Jeff is going to do way better solo but part of my heart feels for the boys. Jeff is a precious person and they all had a genuine friendship with him, to see him go must be so devasting on top of how overworked and stressed they all must be. Despite not having much trust in Pond's CEO abilities I sincerely hope the remaining cast can prosper from now on 🙏🏼 I want Man Suang to be successful and Mileapo' stepping stone to go international and I also wish for the other guys to land new exciting projects as well cause everyone has so much potential.

yeah, tumblr recommended my own post to me today about that and I was like 🙃 sure.

usually I have something hopeful or insight to add and this time... well, I heard this interview on NPR today.

I feel like you are not nostalgic for a better past, but living in the present to find joy in the tough times we're in now. And it reminded me of a passage you wrote where you say the way things become more lustrous, dearer, when we know they or we are disappearing.

[unravellingsilencehq]

“Oh, Merlin, tell me, does THE FALLEN PRINCE get what he deserves?” He is in the NEUTRAL & CLOSED to finding out. 

— he walks through the world as ;

name → alexander tremblay pronouns → he/him identification → cis male year of birth → september 1951 - september 1952 face claim → richard madden blood status → pure-blood (metaphoragus) sexual orientation → sexually fluid occupation → owner of gladrags wizardwear future information → n/a

— he is best described as ;

Raised on a statue of GOLD, he is the welcoming of the SALTY SEA AIR, FRESH and LIBERATING in its ALLURING SENSIBILITY able to tantalize even the most stubborn madden to its shores.  Fraught with FAMILY TRAGEDY, though believed CURSED by HAGS for his FLIPPANT love affairs; his DESIRE to hold TRUTH and NOBILITY conquers even his FLEETING displays of dashed freedom. Leaving hopes for a life of LAVISH FRIVOLITY and SIREN LIPS to the depths of the seas which still sing in his eyes. 

— his story starts with ;

tw: death

Born to French man Lucas Tremblay and Italian woman Isabella Tremblay, with crystal waves crashing against Italian stone, Xander grew with a silver spoon in one hand and the political scripture of his ancestors in the other. Pure-bloods with an accomplished history and relatives of the sacred twenty-eight; their morals were not always as liberal as some perceived. While their children basked in adoration from all, their parents were more selective with the people that occupied their time. Wrapped in fine silks with sun kissed skin, the Tremblay’s were royalty amongst the elite. Marble statues with rose bush mazes, it was an idyllic place for a stolen first kiss and for a young wizard to fall in love. But Xander’s first love wasn’t the beautiful wix that paraded around him at balls. The sun warming his skin and the wind pelting his face was where his soul soared. With their personal boat charmed to sail and submerge when willed, while the surface world was filled with wonder the underwater realm held more marvel than any of the stories he devoured. Towering cities with sirens shimmering in his blue hues; it sparked a never-ending love affair with the sea as he sought to find thrills befit the sailors' tales his grandfather told.

Known amongst the harbors for lustrous love affairs, piercing eyes and winning smiles, the Tremblay brothers were the heartthrobs of Italian society. With their name on every wix’s lips, finding companionship wasn’t a difficult task; it was warning off heartbroken maidens after an inevitable ‘mistake’ where their charms truly shined. MASON TREMBLAY’S [sibling] witty charisma eased any tense situation, but if all else failed Xander was always on standby to shock with a transformed shark in the waters to leave even the most profound wix baffled enough for a timely escape. Though as Beauxbatons encapsulated them and time past, Mason turned reclusive and sharp whenever Xander wished to spend time with his beloved brother. An unexpected turn of character that left him whimless and confused. And with his travel partner occupied with whatever he wasn’t telling him, newly graduated with decent grades but more friendships and ex-partners than he could count, Xander packed up his belongings and took their dreams of traveling Europe alone. He knew his inevitable fate with his family's continuous reminders, but until he had to face that day he’d spend it lavishly for when time came regret would never be something he harbored. 

Illustrious thrills, liquor laced lips danced with others as he traveled from Spain, to France, to the UK levitating in red wine and gallivanting through the night. With a wisp of white in his curls and piercing eyes that turned violet, it was difficult for anyone not to fall for Xander’s beauty and charm. That was until he met him. If Xander was the lightning in a storm, captivity and striking OSIRIS SNYDE [former partner/potential love interest] was the crackle of unexpected thunder. Dark and ominous, despite his guarded nature; with every meeting Xander unraveled a new piece of him like he was reading a beloved book with weathered edges. Enthralled with one another, while Xander had promised himself he wouldn’t become romantically attached, he cared too much. Even if Osiris in his mind's eye, cared too little. But after endless fleeting moments with wix he barely knew, companionship despite its imperfection eased him. He dreamed of love even if choice was not something he possessed. Still a part of him couldn’t help but fantasize Osiris by his side. Until the mention of it left him fleeing with not even a whisper of goodbye. 

Told of his future bride, tales of her beauty and intellect captured his heart. It seemed too good to be true, that was until he met her; CLAUDETTE TREMBLAY [wife/potential love interest]. Prejudice with a mind as sharp as a knife; her poignant and aloof nature left him disarmed. Unfazed by his charm, she blamed him for her doomed unhappiness. Taken aback by someone not falling privy to him, it was a breath of fresh air even if it wasn’t pleasant. While Claude’s distaste formed a ‘challenge’, Xander had grown idealizing his parents as they grew in love with age. There was no doubt in his mind that his match could hold equal happiness. However adamant advances for Claude’s hand would have to wait with the sudden and untimely deaths of Lucas and Isabella. His constant, without them the world concaved. Returning to Italy to finalize his fathers estate, to everyone’s dismay it was left in its entirety to him; with Mason getting not a knut. Pained at his fathers dismissal, Mason sulked but to Xander’s surprise he wasn’t shocked. While he wanted to split the inheritance, it was written in fine line in the will and testament that if done so, they would both lose everything. Reluctantly following his father, he watched helplessly as his brother slipped into the shadows. Despite his offerings of help, Mason was too proud to accept.

Endless parchments filled his fathers desk. With ink stained cuffs, no matter how many bills he paid another fell in its place. A once grand estate with exuberant wealth, Xander found their resources were more limited than his father led them to believe. With a string of unpaid gambling bets, he became solely reliant on a company Lucas won in a bet: Gladrags. But trying to rationalize with the artistic director JOSEPHINE DU GLAD [employee/potential love interest] was another feat in itself. A wild woman of colorful vests adorning whimsical caricatures; controlling her was like trying to control a summer breeze. Rolling the dice, Xander began to have a hand in every aspect of the empire. That was until he saw news of his fiance’s arrest in The Daily Prophet without receiving an owl. Exasperated from being left in the dark, he returned to London for answers; despite her lowering gaze he still cared for her. Guarding her from the press who lurched like vultures for photographs, he brewed beauty potions to mask act as disguises and cared for Claudette when the world had turned its back on her. To his surprise, he saw a change in her. Warmth in her smile, a kind touch and finally he started to think that their union could be filled with everything he’d once wished. Hopeful for their future, they married at midnight in private. 

Relentless, what had been a joyful evening turned suffocating with the guilty charge against his brother. Accused of killing AMELIA BONES [person of interest] he was sentenced to life in Azkaban never to be seen again. Heart broken with torn expectations of reality, Xander is trying to save the Tremblay's reputation since Mason’s timely imprisonment under the luring eyes of RODOLPHUS LESTRANGE [second cousin] and RABASTAN LESTRANGE [second cousin]. Betrayed by his brother, with the shocking news of his werewolf status, Xander is finding that not everything in his family’s past is as it seems. Hiring investigator and old friend GAWAIN ROBARDS [friend/employee] to look into the allegations against his family, every passing week uncurls a new piece of information that he wished was left undiscovered. Finding that his parents both engaged in love affairs outside of their marriage, it has left Xander questioning his family name, the lessons they taught him and even the woman they chose for him to marry. But as Gawain uncovers letters shared between his father and a mysterious figure penned under TOM RIDDLE [person of interest], he fears he’s only touched the surface of his family's unmarked skeletons. 

— he is a LEVEL 4 WIZARD  & LEVEL 5 METAMORPHMAGUS readied for war ;

[couchlane04]

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[clownundrum]

miss this guy

[ootfifabear]

someone probably already did this but egrafwexnfdgrzsf

ps dont tag as su critical? pls? whoever keeps doin that stop :P

[minthe-lover]

Persephone activism

So I the only who kinda doesn't like how Persephone activism is represented, along with the shades. Persephone activism seems to be focusing on the smaller things and now you know the big problem that shades are literal slaves. Along with how shades are all treated as more of a mindless horde most of the time.

Persephone activism is mainly about vaguely giving shades a 'better afterlife'. It feels really empty when most of the ideas she brings up are the most lukewarm "capitalism and torture are bad" takes possible... which isn't fully bad but it really doesn't have any depth to it.

Plus her activism looses most weight behind it when Persephone main argument about how this is bad is undercut by a romantic moment with a slave owner.

This is really as far are her argument goes, that shades should not be punished for being poor and it does not matter if it is tradition or not.

That along with the fact that Persephone is the only one who seems to care about the shades... but also never has an actual conversation with them. Every time Persephone interacts with the shades they are shown as a violent and in a mob.

It sucks cause their supposedly a big part of the story as Persephone wanting to improve the underworld is one of her main motivations besides being with Hades.

There isn't a shades that like.. actually qualifies as a character, most are just one of views. Like imagine if Persephone headed to the river and ended up meeting one of the human she killed, slowly forming a friendship with the shade before the shade forgiving her for what happened.

That way her mass murder would feel more.. like a thing, The consequences of it are mainly towards Persephone and Demeter. We rarely see how it negativity effected the shades, even to the point where when Hermes came to collect the shades... they weren't upset or even scared.. it really hard to view that as an actual bad thing in story when the biggest emotional problem from it is that Persephone is sad.

Also having Persephone be friends with a shade would help fix the other big problem, which is something that is a problem with alot of 'activist' character. Where the character is supposedly standing up for a group of people they know very little about how they actually feel about said problem.

Like maybe it's cause I've been watching good place/boJack horseman/land of the lustrous over for the 80th time.. but I can't help but wish there was some more moral complexity or nuances to it. The story is so black and white, the solution to the social problems brought up in the story is basically just let Persephone grow some plants and stop torturing shades.

What if this story had a greater focus on this... what if Persephone actually had a personal relationship with the shades. Then Persephone during the trial ark gives up her godhood for the punishment... and then becomes a shade.

Imagine a dramatic scene, her shades is standing over her dead body as Hermes comes to take her to the underworld. She isn't scared and is dead serious demanding to be brought to hades. Once there she has this huge debate that ends with her demanding better treatment for the shades. Giving an ultimatum that if he actually loves and care for her opinion he'll treat the shades better or else he'll have to put his own lover through said treatment.

Like... I know their is no myth really like that.. but... I kinda like the idea. I find that Persephone is often a to passive of a main character.

[evercelle]

Same anon that asked about the ff rec; I guess to be more specific do you have any xiaoven fanfics or just ur top favorite Genshin fics? Idk I’ll read anything

ok, here ya go! since CC exploded i lost all my previous fic recs (sadge) so here's a new list... i picked longish fic (10k+) for this list since you asked in the other anon msg. have fun!!

to be unbroken and brave again | xiaoven, role reversal AU | how the duty-chained Anemo Archon and the Trickster Yaksha found freedom | the role reversal fic of all time...!!!

never dreamed of nobody like you | xiaoven | a stray amnesiac bard makes a home for himself in Qingce Village. despite himself, Xiao visits, again and again. | one of my all time faves...!

a surefire guide to wingmanning | xiaoven, cupid venti AU | xiao is, maybe, a little in love with his Cupid. Venti does not catch on. | SO funny and sweet. a gem!!

if these wings could fly | xiaoven, idol AU | a chance encounter results in xiao acting as his idol's bodyguard | ongoing! and so so good

quiet birds in circled flight | xiaoven | A selection of memories. Venti and Xiao, from the beginning to the end—and after. | bittersweet and so beautiful

the jaded & the lustrous | xiaoven, fae AU | xiao is an artist who paints portraits for the fae, but despite how intriguing his latest client is, other events force him to face his past | like being immersed in a fairy tale

unholy virtues | xiaoven, NSFW, modern AU | xiao is a demon and venti is the moron who summons him | mind the tags! spicy. the xvx chemistry is spectacular

the wind through the mountain tops | zhongli & venti, zhongchi | Boredom brings Barbatos of Mondstadt to bother a certain ex-Archon of the Earth. | to scratch the itch for the zhongli/venti friendship mhy refuses to give you in-game

enkindle | tomokazu | kazuha learns to grieve. | this fic hollowed my heart out (': lovely lovely

the purest form of water | xingyun, canon compliant | xingqiu learns, over the years, what it means to have a hydro vision | absolutely staggering xq character study

[earnestly-endlessly]

first of all. you're amazing. second, in most fics I've read Erik's Jewishness is subtle at best. do you have any recommendations of fics in which his being Jewish is well handled?

Thank you for the ask anon. I did make a list a while ago with fics that address Erik's Jewishness. I decided to post it again since it's been a while :)

Jewish Erik

Mistletoe, Latkes, and Long-Term Revenge Strategies – pocky_slash

Summary: Charles knows that Erik hates working at a department store in the best of times. Being Jewish in a department store during the holiday season is far from the best of times. He does what he can to help.

A Nice Boy (the Family Matters Edition) – pocky_slash

Summary: Erik's not sure whether the problem is that he doesn't want his parents to meet Charles or that he doesn't want Charles to meet his parents. Either way, he never invites Charles to brunch. Why should he? It's not like they're dating.

A Road Trip to Pennsylvania – Aainiouu

Summary: For a year Charles has nurtured the biggest and most embarrassing crush known to man towards Erik. They are friends and roommates and when Erik asks Charles to accompany him to home on Thanksgiving of course Charles goes.

In the Bleak Midwinter – keire_ke

Summary: It is not easy to find out, well into the second decade of the twenty-first century, that your mother arranged a marriage for you. It is even less easy to convince her that you have no interest in the very fertile Magda, she of the wide hips and lustrous auburn hair. Fortunately, with a good friend at his side over the holiday weekend, Erik is sure he will prevail.

Speech Making – phalangine

Summary: Modern Emma AU- Charles Xavier, accomplished matchmaker and headmaster of North America’s preeminent school for mutants, intends to add another notch to his belt: setting up his friend Moira. His oldest friend, Erik, has doubts about this plan.

Charles doesn’t share them.

This is life (and everything’s all right) – pocky_slash

Summary: Edie Lehnsherr came into Charles' life long before he ever heard Erik Lehnsherr's name, and her death left a gaping hole in the lives of everyone in Charles' family. As the first Purim without her approaches, he begins to get creative in his efforts to bring everyone out of their grief. Kitchen creativity, however, is not quite his strength....

Bashert – AvengingAngel

Summary: Erik and Charles meet and fall in love. I wanted to write a story where Erik had a huge family. Pretty fluffy (for me anyways). I suck at summaries.

Note: The summary doesn’t reveal much but if you’re looking for a fic where Erik is jewish and has a large family with a heavy dose of cherik fluff and angst then this one is for you.

Math Reasons – pearl_o,  pocky_slash

Summary: "Mom says Erik always knows what he wants, it just sometimes takes him a little while to actually realize it," Ruth said.

Charles fell in love with Erik the first night they met, the first week of freshman year. Two years of friendship, adventures, arguments, hijinks, secrets, and summer visits later, Erik is starting to catch up.

Ser

It’s kind of our whole things – pearl_o, pocky_slash

Summary: After two years of best friendship, Charles and Erik thought they knew everything there was to know about each other. They're surprised, then, when their first summer as a couple reveals that they have a lot to learn about each other and themselves.

Sequel to Math Reasons

A Winter in New York – nextraordinaire

Summary: Charles and Erik have been childhood friends for as long as they can remember – Erik, living with his mother in Queens, and Charles in the big mansion in Westchester. For all, expect themselves, it was just natural progression that they'd end up together.

A series of ficlets from the same universe – can be read as separate and are out of chronological order.

Baby, It’s Cold Outside – heyjupiter

Summary: "It's just, this is my first Chanukah away from my parents. And it's--it's like 90 degrees out."

Erik Lehnsherr and Kitty Pryde celebrate a Genoshan Chanukah. It's a little different from the way it used to be in New York, but some unexpected visitors help them embrace the spirit of the holiday season.

Hold Back the Rain (front!strict mashup) – euphorbic

Summary: Charles Xavier: society darling, powerful political activist, well-known professor, and Dominant.

Erik Lehnsherr: anti-social, international motorcycle racer, and defiant submissive.

Erik is at Sepang in Malaysia for the fourteenth leg of the International World Championship. After doing poorly in qualifying, he's furious to find he has to take another VIP around the track instead of meeting Charles at the KL airport.

The Swan – waitfornight

Summary: In 1939 Erik and his sister Ruth are sent to Devonshire, England, during the Kindertransport refugee program to live with Kurt and Sharon Marko as foster children just before the start of World War II. Angry and wishing he could return home on the night of his seventeenth birthday, Erik meets a boy alone in the forest who is cursed to transform each day into a swan, only taking his true form by night.

Swan Lake AU.

The boy with the heart on his sleeve – euphorbic

Summary: Charles loses a high-stakes bet to Raven and is required to get a tattoo. However, when he makes a disparaging remark about the art form, Raven's acerbic mentor, Erik, steps in.

Or, the one where Erik and Raven are tattoo artists.

The Wurst Case Scenario – sareyen

Summary:If anyone asked why Charles, come rain, wind or shine, made the significant trek during his dismal lunch hour to dine at "Edie's Kosher Delicatessen", he would stubbornly say that it was because their pastrami on rye and potato knishes were absolutely to die for. He wasn't completely lying, because the deli's namesake, Edie Lehnsherr, made the best matzah ball soup Charles has ever had in his life. Still, Charles would rather shave his full head of hair off than admit that the real reason he would willingly walk through hail and fire to get to the corner deli was because of Erik, the insanely attractive man working the counter.

Sure, Erik has barely spoken two words to Charles other than "Hello, what can I get you?" or, after the third day in a row that Charles came to the deli, "Welcome back, what can I get you?", but Charles was more than happy to just ogle at the man from afar while devouring the juicy wurst Erik had put together with his (large and very capable) hands.

But, little does Charles know, Erik doesn't usually work the front counter. He only does it when he knows the cute blue-eyed man will be dining in.

This is life (and everything’s all right) – pocky_slash

Summary: Edie Lehnsherr came into Charles' life long before he ever heard Erik Lehnsherr's name, and her death left a gaping hole in the lives of everyone in Charles' family. As the first Purim without her approaches, he begins to get creative in his efforts to bring everyone out of their grief. Kitchen creativity, however, is not quite his strength....

c'est regarder ensemble dans la même direction – melonbutterfly

Summary: Since that day on the beach, Charles and Erik have learned to agree to disagree for the sake of living and working together. Then, for Christmas, and Charles gives Erik Hanukkah back a second time, and their relationship shifts a little further.

Terrible Hanukkah Sweaters and Other Life Challenges – professor

Summary: “Why am I here again?” Erik groans.

“I need you to lift things and glower at people over my shoulder when I tell people that it’s not ‘politically correct’ or a ‘war on Christmas’ to have a non-denominational winter holiday festival,” says Theresa Pryde.

Well, at least those are two things he’s good at.

Shrapnel – librata

Summary: It's late 1940, and tensions between the Axis and the Allies are tightening. Displaced and alone, 16-year-old German Jew Erik Lehnsherr finds himself employed as a servant by some snobby, terrible family in England whose house is far too big and whose money never seems to end. The worst part is, he isn't just mucking stables or cleaning plates–-he's tasked with tending to the whiny, disabled son named Charles, who might just drive Erik into absolute madness.

Or, the World War II fic in which Erik and Charles experience a changing world and a lot of teen angst.

Defying Expectations – Baamon5evr

Summary: Charles and Erik meet each other’s family. Neither of them gets what they expect.

table for three – pocky_slash

Summary: Erik should have known to call ahead to the Chinese restaurant--it's Christmas Eve and he lives in a predominantly Jewish neighborhood, after all. But before he can go home to mourn the loss of another one of his mother's yearly traditions, he's accosted by a teenage girl with a strange proposition--that he should stay and have dinner with her and her mother, instead.

different from all other nights – metonymy

Summary: "This year we are slaves; next year we will be free." Kitty and Erik host a seder for Passover at the Xavier School.

Libertad – ariadnes_string

Summary: Erik knew the look, had seen it his whole life, even before the war.  ”You, with your height and blue eyes and straight nose, you can pass. You can be free of us. You are not marked with your difference.” If you only knew, he’d thought then. He thought the same thing now. And it was that thought, as much as anything, that made him move towards the gate.

Wash Away – sebastian2017

Summary: One quiet, lonely morning, before Yom Kippur, Erik makes his way to the sea in search of forgiveness.

After? There is No ‘After’ – Unrepentant_Marvelist

Summary: Erik knows what he is for. He has known his responsibilities as a survivor since the moment he woke under a scratchy, lice-infested blanket in the Red Army hospital. His world is painted in lucid blacks and whites (so often splashed in red) and there is no room for uncertainty or indecision... until a certain sunburned Englishman throws himself into his world.

The Children of an Idle Brain – Margo_Kim

Summary: Sometimes, when he’s lucky, Schmidt can’t hurt him. It’s like there’s a room inside of Erik’s head that’s he’s usually locked out of, that won’t open no matter if he beats himself bloody against it. On those days, he endures. But sometimes—and Erik doesn’t know why, whether it’s that the stars align or some higher power takes pity or Erik screams loud enough to earn his reward—the door opens. Erik can duck inside and slam it behind him and watches himself through the windows as Schmidt slowly, methodically tortures him to strength.

These days, this past week, there’s a boy in the room with him and he tells Erik, “That’s horrible,” like that means something.

Somehow, across the world, Erik's and Charles' minds touch when they need each other most. They can't be sure that the other boy is real. They suspect that he is not. But that doesn't mean they aren't each other's lifeline until they lose each other and then for a while longer.

Tehillim – kvikindi

Summary: Erik, in Israel, afterwards: another life he could have had. If.

I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) – childishinquiry

Summary: Erik has worn long sleeves his whole life, even before they had to wear yellow stars. Marching along his arm, in neat, black, English letters, are the words "My name's Charles Xavier."

Precious Few Years – sherwoodfox

Summary: Erik and Charles (known only to each other by the letters inscribed on their wrists) are meant to be together, soulmates, destined for the most powerful kind of love and connection a human being can experience.

But they are separated in almost every possible way- by distance, by circumstance, by language, by war. Their chances of success- of finding one another in the labyrinth of the world- are very slim. There is a reason why most people never find their soulmates.

But of course, Charles and Erik aren't ordinary children-

They have their gifts.

ign of the Times – dsrobertson

Summary: Charles Xavier meets Erik Lehnsherr in Paris, 1937. They spend the next two years with one another, stupid in-love, until war comes heavy in September 1939. Erik leaves for Poland and the Resistance movement there, promising to return. Charles is left in Paris, where Nazi jackboots march in, Summer of 1940. He becomes a member of the underground French Resistance, publishing illegal newsletters, leaflets, until news comes through in February 1942: Erik is dead. Charles throws himself into more dangerous work, meeting with Communists, helping derail a German train, and he does too much, goes too far. His friends find him safe passage out of France, out across the Mediterranean, to Morocco, Casablanca. It is here he finds Erik, alive.

[lgbtqmanga]

New Releases August 31, 2021

Chasing After Aoi Koshiba vol. 2 by Hazuki Takeoka, FLY

Sahoko Narita was enjoying the perks of finally being one of the popular girls when her world was thrown into disarray after a chance encounter with athletic and tomboyish Aoi Koshiba in the summer of their second year in high school. Their growing friendship is tested when Aoi confides in Sahoko about a crush from a fellow classmate, Shoji Miwa. Sahoko, unable to hide her surprise, must come to grips with her own feelings for Aoi before it's too late...

Failed Princesses vol. 4 by Ajiichi

A Storm of Emotions

Ever since hearing Fujishiro express her desire to be Kurokawa’s number one, Izumi has been struggling to keep her own feelings bottled up. Will she finally tell Fujishiro her secret? Is their turbulent school trip about to get even more emotional?

Kiniro Mosaic vol. 11 by Yui Hara

Yui HaraJoin your favorite fun-loving, international group of girls one last time! Aya, Youko, and Karen are taking their university entrance exams, and everyone's getting ready for their big graduation trip!.Don't miss the final volume of Kiniro Mosaic!

Land of the Lustrous vol. 11 by Haruko Ichikawa

Two hundred years after a failed attack on the Lustrous, Phosphophyllite is reassembled and tries again to get Kongō to pray for the Lunarians. This attempt seems likely to succeed, and the Lunarians prepare to depart to nothingness, while the gemstones on the moon prepare to be left behind. Meanwhile, Euclase is awakened by the commotion between Phos and Kongō…

Otherside Picnic vol. 1 (manga) by Iori Miyazawa, Eita Mizuno, Shirakaba

In this sci-fi/fantasy survival thriller, the dangerous and deadly realm of the Otherside--where urban legends, cryptids, and folkloric legends roam--calls to two women, both in search of something. As they set out to sate their curiosity and explore this other world, will the most earth-shattering thing they discover on the Otherside be their feelings for each other? While on the trail of alleged paranormal activity, amateur urban explorer, depressed college student, and all-around loner Sorawo discovers a door to a curious destination--the Otherside. There, she has a near-miss with a creature both repulsive and mesmerizing...but before she can fall prey to the strange beast, the beautiful Toriko comes to her rescue! What horrors await the pair as they continue to explore this parallel world and its bizarre and dangerous denizens?!

What Did You Eat Yesterday? vol. 16 by Fumi Yoshinaga

Two rather long-awaited encounters unfold in this installment of Fumi Yoshinaga’s heartwarming slice-of-gay-life series. After fifteen years of living together, Shiro meets Kenji’s family for the first time over dinner at a high-end unagi restaurant. Meanwhile, Kenji finally gets to know Kayoko, one of Shiro’s few friends, after a chance encounter at the supermarket. A rare argument breaks out, and circumstances both at work and at home continue to change for Shiro, but what remains a constant is the hearty meals the two of them share at the end of each day

[aion-rsa]

Best Queer Anime

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Diverse storytelling is one of anime’s most appealing qualities. Want a show about superheroes? There’s a series for you. Ninja? You, too. Demon slayers? Yup. Not interested in action or horror? Don’t worry. You can find series about high school volleyball teams, people who transmigrate to another world, and workplace romance. It’s not an exaggeration to say that there’s an anime for everyone, no matter their tastes or preferences.

Given the wide variety of stories, there’s a lot of anime about LBGTQ people and the queer experience. To be clear, anime has more than its fair share of problematic portrayals such as uninterrogated crossdressing tropes, unchallenged homophobia and transphobia, and comedy at the expense of a queer character. But these things are hardly unique to anime, unfortunately. Despite these shortcomings, the format does have great series exploring the LGBTQ experience in different contexts and genres so here are some of the best queer anime to watch.

Yuri on Ice

One of the series that launched Studio MAPPA into its present-day prominence, Yuri on Ice takes us into the world of championship-level figure skating. It revolves around struggling Japanese figure skater, Yuri Katsuki, and bored Russian figure skater Victor Nikiforov, who audaciously agrees to be Yuri’s coach. While the sport and respective cultures of its leads are infamously known for their real life homophobia, Yuri on Ice deliberately presents a story where none of that is present. And with a film expected to drop at some point in the future, now’s the time to watch this gorgeous series if you haven’t already.

Bloom into You

In this high school romance, two girls unexpectedly connect when they each turn down romantic confessions from male classmates. Their new friendship takes a surprising turn when the older girl, Touko, reveals to the other girl, Yuu, that she’s in love with her. Despite Yuu not yet returning her feelings, their relationship continues to evolve when Touko asks Yuu to manage her campaign to become student council president and then later when they help put on a school play. While the original manga is more explicit about the girls’ eventual happy ending, the anime still brings to life a realistic portrayal of self-acceptance and changing feelings during the teen years.

No. 6

When No. 6 opens, we meet Shion, a privileged boy with a bright and promising future. But because this is a dystopian story, that doesn’t last for long. One night, Shion helps another boy named Nezumi. Unfortunately Nezumi is an enemy of the state and for his kindness, Shion is punished by being stripped of his elite social status. Fast forward a few years, the boys meet again, and their reunion leads to the uncovering of a vast government conspiracy. If you like wild sci-fi plots to go with your queer themes, No. 6 is the show for you.

Wandering Son

While there aren’t yet many anime series that explore the trans experience, Wandering Son does a stellar job making up for that lack. The show focuses on two kids, Shuichi and Yoshino, who meet in fifth grade. Shuichi is a trans girl and Yoshino is a trans boy, and Wandering Son follows the two friends from elementary school into high school, chronicling their respective journeys with their evolving gender identities.

Revolutionary Girl Utena

One of the biggest anime of the 1990s, Revolutionary Girl Utena was a trippy rollercoaster ride. It explored self-identity and gender roles against the backdrop of underground duels at an elite academy. Revolutionary Girl Utena was the anime for many queer feminist girls and for good reason: the idea of a princess who’d rather be a prince and save herself instead of being saved is one that resonated then and still resonates today. For this reason, and many others, Utena would go on to influence some of today’s biggest animated series like Steven Universe and the new She-ra: Princess of Power.

Doukyuusei: Classmates

Casual anime fans may want a break from the intense stories and long-running series that pervade the format. Some hardcore anime fans may too! Doukyuusei is a film that portrays the sincere and heartfelt relationship between two high school boys who fall in love. That’s it. That’s the story. And it’s a good one.

Given

Given takes a different approach to high school romance. Ritsuka aspires to become a musician, but he’s lost his passion for playing the guitar. And as any creative person can attest, losing that fire for the thing you love most can make life seem mundane and dull. Lucky for him, he meets the quiet Mafuyu and hears the other boy’s golden singing voice. The series is one that music enthusiasts everywhere should watch—even if only to peep at the episode titles and the songs they reference. A follow-up film explores the complicated relationship between the two other band members, Haruki and Akihiko.

Land of the Lustrous

Set in the distant future, Land of the Lustrous introduces us to the Lustrous, a race of crystalline lifeforms. They wage a constant war against the Lunarians, a hostile race that likes harvesting the Lustrous’ bodies. They’re actual gemstones, remember? It kind of sucks. The anime preserves the intentions of the original manga and makes the deliberate choice to refer to the Lustrous with they/them pronouns. After all, what would gender look like in a crystalline lifeform? They certainly wouldn’t resemble conventional, Western concepts of gender, that’s for sure.

Princess Knight

A series for the classic anime fans, Princess Knight is based on a manga by the legendary Osamu Tezuka. It follows Sapphire, a girl who has both “the blue heart of a boy and the pink heart of a girl.” Considering the manga was first published in the 1950s, this genderbending premise was groundbreaking, even though some aspects are now dated. Without Princess Knight, we wouldn’t have later iconic series like The Rose of Versailles and Revolutionary Girl Utena.

And one final bonus…

The Stranger by the Shore

While this film doesn’t hit FUNimation until next month, the premise is unabashedly queer and familiar to many LGBTQ folks. Shun is a novelist who was cut off by his family after he came out as gay. When he meets the recently orphaned Mio, he must grapple with the past to move on and embrace his future.

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[scarlets-maximoff]

We had proposal au...Now...hear me out...wedding prompt

AAAAAAA i LOVED writing this one!! i took a bit of liberty to insert some other marvel's characters, so I hope that's okay with you!! thank you so much for the prompt, hon <3

p.s: I'm sorry if my writing is not at its best right now, I've been struggling with writer's block lately :(

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witch... wives?

Today might just be the happiest day of Wanda's life.

Okay, she can count on one hand how many joyful, truly happy days she has had during her life. Kinda tough trying to be happy in a world that does everything in its power to make you feel completely the opposite. But here she is, alive and well and happy. And do you know why is that? Well, dear reader…

Wanda Maximoff, former Avenger and current Scarlet Witch, is soon to be future Mrs. Harkness. She is getting married! And to the most beautiful, intelligent, perfect woman on the whole planet — and probably the multiverse too… — her Agatha.

So, imagine her elation at waking up before sunrise, magicking their whole cabin into a lustrous, enormous wood mansion and, last but not least, conjuring the loveliest wedding dress she could come up with. For herself, mind you. Wanda is perfectly aware of her fiancee's – she tries not to squeal at the fact that in a few hours they'd be wives – magical prowess and abilities. And speaking of her, it is of utmost importance, reader, that a bride and her fiance must not see each other before the ceremony. Wanda is perfectly aware of that too. It is why, despite both women's protests, Agatha isn't there with her at the moment.

She'd have to thank Monica and the rest of the gang for that. Wanda took the matters in her own hands and, as such, all preparations and arrangements were on her account. It's not particularly difficult to decorate an honest-to-god mansion when you're the Scarlet Witch. It really isn't.

But gods, how much Wanda missed her. How she missed her smile, so soft and beautiful, after they woke up and got ready for the day; how she missed Agatha's presence and company in their secluded little cabin, the walks they'd take in the afternoons. It was all for the best, but still. Wanda missed her Agatha. She couldn't wait to see her again. To feel her again.

Good thing they'd get married today then, huh?

"Wanda? Where are you?" A slightly muffled voice resonated from outside the house. Wanda shook her head, her mind still reeling with all the things she needed to sort out until the actual ceremony. Not that there was too much left to do: the walls had been already decorated, as for the hall and kitchen. Their garden had previously been tended to, many of Agatha's favourite wildflowers already blossoming and thriving. Everything was going as it should be.

Why is she so nervous then?

"In here, Monica!" The redhead didn't look up from her work, which was now directed towards the creation of her dress. A burgundy, satin dress, littered with intricate designs to resemble her own Scarlet Witch attire. Wanda felt her insides flutter at the thought of Agatha in her own wedding dress, a dreamy smile curling onto her face.

Darcy and Jimmy trailed behind S.W.O.R.D's newest director, excited looks coloring their faces. "Today is the big day, girl!" Monica exclaimed, already making her way towards the red witch to give her a hug, an embrace Wanda gladly accepted. Despite her nervousness, she couldn't help but squeal in delight. She was getting married!

"Thank you so much for being here. All of you." She gave the group a grateful smile.

Things between them have gotten much better after the Hex Anomaly, which is not to say that their beginning wasn't rocky. Wanda had much to apologize for, not only for the damage she'd done to the Westview citizens but also… to herself. With their friendship, she's learned to forgive herself. With Agatha… She's learned to truly live. To love without fear.

Stepping away from Monica's hold, Wanda cally walked towards the duo, embracing each one just as eagerly.

"Can we help you with anything? We brought some extra staff…" Darcy gestured to the hall's door just in time for said staff to come in. Wanda felt tears of happiness well up in her eyes at the sight of her old teammates. Her friends.

Clint had a huge smile on his face, his wife Laura and their children tucked comfortably under his arms. Thor, Sam and Bucky soon followed, each one of them with the goofiest smiles Wanda's ever seen.

Remember the squeal she let out earlier, reader? Well, let's just say it doesn't even come close to this one. "You guys are here!"

—

"Wanda, stop pacing already! Your speech is fine, you don't have to worry about-"

"I can't, okay? What if I mess it up, what if I forget it?" Wanda almost succumbed with tears. Darcy, Monica and Laura were her bridesmaids, and the room they were in — a quaint little bedroom with a classic-looking mirror and a big closet — was directly in front of Agatha's. Oh, Agatha…

The older witch had arrived soon after her friends, but she didn't even catch a glimpse of her fiancee. How much ached to see her again. The waiting made her even more anxious and jittery.

The three bridesmaids sighed in unison. All of them were clad in soft red dresses that hung beautifully by their knees. Getting up from where they were seated, the trio calmly made their way towards the upset witch, whose hands were trembling with apprehension.

"Honey, it's okay. Everything will be fine, Wanda. Don't worry about 'what if's' or if you'll forget your speech or not," Laura Barton chuckled, a gentle look in her brown eyes, "Just let your heart say what it wants to say." She hummed, and Wanda felt a bit of the weight she's been carrying since morning falling away. She turned around to glance at them, gratitude shining in her gaze. Nothing had to be said as she closed her eyes, warmth sweeping through her as they hugged her close.

Everything would be fine…

—

The ceremony takes place at the front yard of their cabin.

The morning sun shines lazily on everyone's faces, the group of Wanda's and Agatha's friends all gathered in their seats. A long white rug decorates the garden's grass, heading towards the small altar at its end. The chirping of birds around the meadow calms Wanda's nerves, but she can't stop nervousness from taking over her heart. Dr. Strange is the one who will officialize their union. The wizard in question tries – and fails – to calm the woman down. It is to no avail.

Wanda knows she will only calm down when she sees her fianceé walking down the aisle. And, in no time, that's exactly what Agatha does.

The older witch can't keep her tears from falling.

Her ocean blue eyes catch Wanda's emerald ones, and a shiver runs all the way down her spine. Her fianceé looks absolutely otherworldly, with her fiery locks of auburn hair neatly braided behind her back, the crimson Scarlet Witch crown complementing her wedding dress perfectly. That smile Agatha loves so much, ear to ear.

Her own lilac dress, designed and decorated by herself, reflects the sunlight in a myriad of shades of purple, her brooch glinting in its pendant. As the guests get up from their seats to watch Agatha's entrance, Wanda tearfully smiles at her. A hand to her mouth to keep her from sobbing.

Agatha has to restrain herself from jumping on Wanda right there and kiss her into oblivion. When the actual ceremony begins, both women can't control the thundering of their hearts. And when Stephen conjures their wedding rings — ruby for Wanda and violet for her — even time itself seems to stop. There's no one else around but them, their trembling hands taking hold of each other.

And when both of them say yes?

Finally, they think in unison. Finally, the bride may kiss the bride. The applause and cheers are just a buzz to the women's ears but, after the ceremony has come to an end and the party gets started, they make their way to one Darcy Lewis with a mischievous look in their eyes, the scientist in question already trying her best not to laugh.

"Witch wives, Darls? Really?"

Her belly laugh could be heard throughout the entirety of their mansion.