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#just something that came to me at how much more chaotic this event could be if the tsums could do this stuff
twistedroseytoesy · 1 year
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Tsum tsum mayhem
Imagine how much WORSE it would be if the tsum tsums that came to twisted wonderland were like those from tsum tsum shorts on the Disney channel. Those things are CRAZY. so here's some headcanons.
So in the shorts, tsum stums have 2 abilities; to grow to 3-4 times their size at will, and shrink back to normal by expelling steam from their ears or nose. Or to be able to create 4 copies of themself by sneezing!
so if there was a mc tsum, everyone would be trying to take it from the others to spend some time with it. best way to give the poor tsum some peace is to have it sneeze a bunch. now everyone gets a tsum mc!
Tsum riddle would grow to 3 times his size so often when he gets mad, which is a lot.
DO NOT ALLOW FLOYD'S TSUM TO SNEEZE. it happened once and they had to lock up the extras in a room until they disappeared. mass destruction ensued and the area of the incident was unrecognizable within 5 minutes.
floyds tsum loves to scare everyone by jumping off of high places since tsum's just bounce.
Epels tsum wants to sneeze and try to beat up Vil. epel is tempted to let it happen.
If rook had a tsum it would be silent instead of making squeaking sounds every time it moved like all other tsum's.
The octatrios tsum's can turn into mer tsum's when in the water for long enough.
Rook can understand the squeaking language of the tsums, he just likes to pretend he doesn't hear the sheer amount of cussing and insults epels tsum is screaming.
Leona's tsum will grow big just to shove other tsums off of it.
Jack's tsum is the only tsum that tries to keep the others from causing too much chaos. will multiply himself to be more efficient and loves to lift things by growing and shrinking.
Sebeks tsum will gro big in-between malleus and anyone who get's too close for the tsums liking. If malleus asks it to stop it will be on the verge of tears.
Riddles tsum causes trouble but does uphold the other tsums it can see to the queen's rules.
And last but not least is caters tum
It will 100% use a mix of its abilities to create good pictures and asthetics
Cater and the tsum bond even more due to both having the ability to make clones of themselves.
multiple caters and multiple tsums ave been seen around different areas of the campus to get the perfect shot.
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violetrainbow412-blog · 3 months
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hello!! how about something with spencer about christmas? 🎄🎄🎄
Lovely Christmas 🎄 [S. R]
Spencer Reid x fem!reader
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summary: the entire team gets together to celebrate Christmas and Spencer gives you a pleasant surprise.
note: merry next Christmas everyone! I hope you like it:)
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Christmas, time to celebrate, give and receive. All that advertising in the stores worked to the point that you really felt a certain warmth on the holiday, despite the low degrees of the Virginia climate.
The team members, at Penelope's initiative, had agreed to have a small meeting to celebrate Christmas Eve this year, due to the uncertainty of not knowing how many Christmases you had left as a team because of everything chaotic that had happened lately. Mainly also because you had never celebrated that date together.
Everyone was there, the little ones, the older ones, some old members of the team, the new ones, husbands, wives, friends... in short, it was a big party. Of course Dave had offered his house to host the event and you, without complaint, had agreed. He had probably hired someone to do it, but the house was decorated masterfully, with lights, trees, Christmas boots, a life-size dancing Santa and even the white snow bathing the entire patio that could be seen from the glass doors. That's why Rossi couldn't be prouder, being the best of hosts as he always was.
You were euphoric about everything and you didn't even know where you should start enjoying. On the one hand, there was the opportunity to talk to friends from work that I hadn't seen in years, on the other hand, you could spend time with the kids and hug little baby Morgan, and last but not least, you could drink punch and hot chocolate in the company of the group that had gathered in that area. You decided on that option and very soon you were chatting friendly with Aaron and Emily.
“Jack wants a video game console for Christmas and I told him that only if he behaved well Santa could bring it, although I have a feeling that only one of us is pretending that he exists” he was telling you, laughing, when suddenly someone interrupted him.
“Jeez, it's freezing outside,” the voice, quite familiar to you, complained.
It was Spencer, who had just arrived with rosy cheeks, snowflakes scattered in his hair, his purple scarf and an ugly sweater that had gingerbread men all over it. He looked simply adorable.
“Reid!” you said happily, walking over to give him a hug which he gladly reciprocated. “Do you want me to serve you a cup of chocolate?”
“Oh, I would love you even more if you did that,” he replied, grinning at you from ear to ear with those gorgeous white teeth.
Being with all your friends makes you very happy, but there is one friend in particular who completely lights up your world. That's Spencer, and he was doing it right then.
“Here you go, handsome,” you murmured playfully, while you placed a full cup between his recently ungloved hands. He sighed as he took a sip of the drink and looked at you gratefully.
He joined in without any difficulty and soon the two of you were laughing at the story Emily was telling you, close enough to each other to be considered friendly. That's how it was always with him, despite his obvious fear of germs, he didn't mind being around you, much less when you laughed and leaned against his side a little or when you were telling a story and you constantly touched him. It felt natural to him, only when it came to you.
Rossi served turkey for all of you, one that you knew he had prepared because of the peculiar flavor and Italian ingredients. You had sat in front of Spencer and thanks to that you could see all his expressions during dinner, which were pure happiness. Seeing him happy made you happy too, as if you were infected with a delicious disease.
And suddenly you found yourself staring at him for too long and making jokes just to make him smile, as if he was the only one there with you.
During dinner you shared anecdotes, as always, Penny handed out candy to children and adults, the former members talked about how their new job was going and among all that it very soon became almost midnight.
Some sadness and surprise-filled your chest when Spencer announced that he would be the first to leave.
“I'm going to visit my mom,” he had explained, because you remembered that Diana was now in a health center that was only an hour away. No one dared to hold him back when they found out his reason and there were only a few goodbye hugs.
However, you told the man that you would walk him to the door and as you did so you pulled one of the bags on the floor with you. You stopped under the door frame, which could be seen from the small living room where the group had moved after dinner, and then you spoke.
“Drive carefully, okay?” was the first thing you said, lovingly adjusting the scarf that he was wearing around his neck. “And call me when you get there.”
“I will do it, calm down”
“Before you go, I want to give you something,” you murmured softly. You took out two decorated packages from your bag, one purple and the other pink “One is for you and the other is for your mother. Wish her a Merry Christmas from me”
“Y/N,” he said, sounding touched by what you were offering him. It was clear that what he had in his hands were books and he felt a tug in his heart when he thought that you had gotten one for his mother “I didn't bring you anything, I'm so sorry.”
“That doesn't matter, Spence,” you responded affectionately “It's just a detail, but I hope you like it.”
The man was about to respond when a whistle caught the attention of both of you and when you looked in the direction of the room you noticed that everyone had their eyes on you.
“Tough luck, lovebirds,” Morgan laughed and for a second you didn't understand what was funny about it. But when he pointed his finger at a spot above your head, then you understood.
There was mistletoe there, and you and Spencer were right under it.
“It's tradition,” Rossi began to say, when if he knew that you would refuse, “You can't break it”
“Did you know that the meaning of mistletoe can be found in the culture of the Celts? According to some stories, the druids used it in their spells and even to resurrect the dead, according to some legends of which we have evidence and records in different sources. Furthermore, magical powers are attributed to the plant because it doesn’t come from the sky or the earth, since the roots are neither in the ground nor held in the air: the mistletoe is maintained thanks to the deciduous tree that it parasitizes”
You giggled childishly as you listened to Spencer speak, probably to calm your nerves at the thought of having to kiss him, and he didn't even notice because he was so excited to share that bit of knowledge he had for the occasion.
“And that's why you have to kiss her, Reid! Legend says that if a woman is kissed under the mistletoe, she will be able to find the love of her life. And who knows, maybe our poor Y/N already needs some luck in that area”
You wanted to kill JJ for saying that, but at the same time you couldn't think about anything but what he would do. You didn't even know if he would dare to kiss you in front of all your coworkers and you wouldn't blame him if he didn't, after all you were just friends.
"Would it bother you?" he asked quietly. He didn't look the least bit nervous and that really made you nervous.
“Do you really want to kiss me?”
“Well, it's tradition,” he murmured, shrugging, while he smiled at you calmly. Apparently this hadn't affected him like it did you.
“Okay, then it’s… it’s okay.”
You would have liked to say the words more calmly, but you couldn't, and the little confidence you had left disappeared when Spencer raised one of his hands to cup your cheek and planted a kiss on your lips. It was a gentle kiss, sweet and short, but it made you shiver completely.
Honestly, no one expected you two to actually kiss, that's why when he pulled away from you the whole room was completely silent. You were shocked, they were shocked.
“Merry Christmas, Y/N,” he said, carefully caressing the skin of your face with his hand that was still holding it.
You made a superhuman effort to find your voice.
"Merry Christmas too"
He gave you one last caress and then said goodbye to the rest, waving his hand happily; they responded a little less enthusiastically, probably due to astonishment. The door closed, but you stood, staring into space as you tried to process what had just happened.
“Someone help the poor woman, it looks like she is going to have a heart attack”
Nobody, absolutely nobody, expected a comment like that coming from Aaron Hotchner and perhaps that was what made the moment a thousand times funnier.
“Did Reid really kiss you? I hope we aren’t experiencing a collective hallucination.”
“He didn't even hesitate! That's my boy"
“Everyone shut up,” you said finally, feeling all your blood pooling in your cheeks as you walked back to the living room “I don't think any of you want to be knocked out by a federal agent on Christmas Eve”
They laughed and eventually so did you. Reid wrote you a message when he arrived with his mother and you smiled as you remembered the kiss he had given you, the one that, without a doubt just as the legend said, led you to find the love of your life.
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Being Team Japan’s Manager
Manager into crafts
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Team Japan x Gender Neutral Manager (they/them)
Warnings: Like all fluff, maybe swearing???
AN: I’m back on my bs again and here to feed everyone 😅 sorry it’s so sporadic but I hope this holds everyone over for a bit!
When I say you should be nominated for sainthood Yn, I mean it!
These guys are a lot to deal with
Honestly, you have no clue how they even functioned before you came along
I mean, the coach practically begged you to be their manager
Man’s is tired 😴
Anyways, it’s safe to say that practices are eventful
Despite’s Bokuto saying he’s “matured”, he hasn’t
“How come Hinata got more sets than I did?” Bokuto asks Atsumu
You 👉🏻😃 crap he noticed-
“It’s simple, Hinata was just on today and you weren’t,” Atsumu responses, walking away
Bokuto 👇🏻
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Meanwhile, Yaku and Hakuba are arguing about something 🙄
“That’s block sucked man, stop moving your hands all over!” Yaku shouts
“I wasn’t moving my hands all over, I was setting up for a receive when I knew I couldn’t block!” Hakuba yells back
On top of that Iwaizumi is yelling at Kageyama for practicing too much
Sakusa is complaining about how everyone needs to schedule their flu shot
And Aran has just all but abandoned the gym because he’s just over it
Thankfully, when practice was over, you were able to go home and spend some time enjoying one of your favorite hobbies
Crafting ✂️ 🎨 🧶
You had tried a lot of different crafts and found that you were pretty good at them
Everything from painting to knitting, from sculpting to resin
You enjoyed the creativity that crafts provided
It could be stressful but definitely not as stressful as your day job
Nothing can ever beat that stress 🙄
Anyways, you’d managed to keep your hobby on the down low
It wasn’t that you weren’t proud, it was more like you just hadn’t found the opportunity to bring it up
I mean, it’s not like you’re busy or something 😐
It wasn’t until one fateful night when your happy little secret was finally discovered
You see, you were home, watching/listening to some show while trying to knit
It was a newer hobby you’d picked up, on top of jewelry making, crocheting, etc
A jack of all trades our sweet YN 💅
You are knee deep in ‘knit one purl two’ rhythm when the door bell rings
Now since you had very little life outside the team, you were wondering who it could possibly be
You didn’t want to lose your stitch so you stood up and made your way to the door
On the other side was none other then Hinata and Kageyama
Panicked you quickly opened the door and stared at them
🎶 when he looks at me, and I look at him and he looks at me and I LOOK AT HIMMM 🎶
Obviously, you are draped in yarn while dawning other comfy attire 💅
Arguably two of the most “chaotic” members of the team just stare at you
Literally 👉🏻👁️👄👁️
You look at them like “What? Can’t I have a life outside of being your caretaker?”
Of course Hinata probably thinks you just escaped some maniac who attempted to tie you up with yarn of all things…
“OMG YN WHERE YOU KIDNAPPED??” Hinata yells, grabbing onto your shoulders and shaking you rather violently
“I’m in my own house Shoyo…” you respond, brain trying to reconnect to reality
Leave it to Kageyama to help the situation
“HINATA BOKE YN ISNT KIDNAPPED, THEY ARE PRACTICING THEIR KNOT TYING SKILLS!” Kageyama screams, smacking Hinata in the back of the head
See… helping 😌
Sighing as the two dunces fight in front of you, you try to calmly correct their mistake
“I’m not kidnapped, nor am I practicing any nautical knot tying, I’m learning to knit,” you explain as the two cock an eyebrow in your direction.
Both of them look at each other and then back to you, confused 🫤
You 👉🏻😐🙄
“You know what, it’s really not important! What do you two need?” You question, wondering why you were interrupted in the first place
“Well now I can’t remember why we came here!” Hinata exclaims, “can you Kageyama?”
“Yeah not really,” Kageyama answers
You definitely deserve a pay raise Yn
“Ok well if you two could kindly go home and rest that would be much appreciated. You know how angry Hajime gets when you guys don’t get enough sleep,” you scold as the two men’s eyes widen
They quickly take off, racing each other to who knows where
As you close and lock your door, you think about how the next days practice with go
Will Hinata and Kageyama tell the other guys about your hobby?
Will Hinata and Kageyama even remember?
Honestly you figure brain cells are on your side since the two that just exited your apartment have a combined one on a good day
There’s no way they’d ever tell the guys about your knitting…
Sure… yeah… absolutely… it’s DEFINITELY fine : D
*12 hours later*
“YN I didn’t know you tied nautical knots on your days off? What a unique hobby!” Yaku says, first the next morning at practice
“I didn’t even know you fished Yn,” Hakuba adds
“Maybe YN just likes the art of knot making?” Aran suggests
You 👉🏻 🧍🙄
“I don’t tie knots guys, I knit… KNIT!” You shout as their eyes all pop open
“Knit? As in like what grandmas do?” Atsumu inputs
Please someone 👊🏻
“Atsumu shut up! Knitting is something alot of people do to relieve stress. And with a team filled with dummies like you, I’m sure YN needs all the stress relieve they can get!” Iwaizumi shouts
“Oh my god,” you whisper as the gym fills with chatter
“Why didn’t you tell us about your hobby Yn?” Ushijima asks as you just stare at him and gesture to the chaos that is currently unfolding
Ushijima just nods and quietly walks away to resume his practice
“So YN do you knit? Like scarves or port holders or something?” Suna questions as he walks with you to your office
“Well I’m just learning the art right now but I do a few other crafts in my spare time,” you say, still ignoring whatever is happening on the floor
“That’s cool, you should post some of your crafts online. I’m sure you could sell them or something? Maybe make a little extra money?”
You shrug, not really interested in extra funds and more excited to just do something you enjoy
Or should I say, the TEAM enjoys 😅
Because if you think you’re going to get away with not teaching one craft Yn, you are very mistaken
Hinata is sending you 5 minute craft videos every day
Bokuto wants to know if you can knit special pads for him for practice
Atsumu is asking for a custom “Atsumu” phone case 🙄
It literally doesn’t stop
So what do we do about this? Well there’s only one thing we CAN do 👀
🎉 CRAFT PARTY 🎉
That’s right, you gather all your craft supplies and haul them into the gym one Friday during practice
The guys all stare at you like you’ve walked into the wrong gym
“Uhh Yn you do know this is a volleyball gym right?” Yaku jokes as you set up your table on the side lines and nod
“Yep! But after practice it’s going to be a craft party!”
“Craft… PARTY???” The guys all shout in tones varying from excitement to pure confusion
“Yes since you all want me to make you crafts, I’m just going to show you how to do it instead!” You exclaim
“You made sure to get non-toxic glue right Yn? I don’t trust some of the idiots not to eat it,” Sakusa remarks, staring at a few members in particular
You roll you eyes and smile, “yes Sakusa, it’s all safe! And I have crafts for everyone.”
Surprisingly, the guys are rather good at crafts
Sakusa’s flexibility makes crocheting and knitting a piece of cake
Atsumu’s flamboyant nature makes him great at painting
Hinata and Kageyama have somehow turned bracelet making into a competition
Komori and Yaku are great with stencils!
And you? You are just happy to be able to share your hobby with your favorite people 🥰
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procrastinating on this paper by thinking about secret spontaneous sex with levi that results after months of built-up tension after being forced to live with each other. how unfortunate.
about how you absolutely irked each other to no end and how much your pride was wounded every time you had to ask levi for help when you got yourself in shakey situations—and how you couldn't stop yourself from going to his side when he needed your help, no matter how much you told yourself you hated him.
about how much you were worried when you heard that something had happened around him and he didn't show up for a shift at the cafe you were so used to going to, just to see levi in a context that wasn't the awkward environment you two found to produce while at home. although you told yourself this was a coincidence, how many times can the exact same coincidence occur?
about how you ran up to him and wrapped your arms around him in relief when you found out that he was okay and not hurt from whatever it was that happened. and how, before you could pull away after realizing that you had embraced the most annoying person in the world (to you), you planted your lips on his as your relief and compassion overwhelmed you. and how you were too heated in the moment to realize that levi had kissed you back.
about how you were both too dumb about your own feelings that you just awkwardly avoided each other and the topic of your stolen kiss entirely for the next few months.
about how those stolen kisses continued to happen. yet you continued to tell yourself that there was nothing more to it.
about how you were forced to share a tent when camping with some friends and you found that you only brought one sleeping bag. of course, levi had handed it to you, but you just threw it back at him, since you didn't want him to just be laying on the ground while you were rolled up comfortably in the sleeping bag. looks like sharing was the only option you had left.
about how the closer you got, the more the memories of your multitude of stolen kisses began to arise. soon, the only thing you could think of was the feeling of his lips pressed against yours and just how good it felt to have levi pressed up against you.
about how levi pulled you into a kiss after you began repeatedly apologizing for putting him into an awkward situation where you were constantly expressing your affection without knowing where to move onto after.
about how deeply levi kissed you as he began to crawl over you, gently pushing you down to the ground as your hands began to travel around him.
about you asking if having sex right now was really the best idea, considering the fact that you were traveling with friends, and that the thin walls of a tent hardly contained any sense of privacy.
about how levi simply muttered "i dont care anymore" underneath his breath as he continued to embrace you.
about how good he made you feel, that levi had to slap his hand over your mouth to muffle the sounds that were coming out of you. and about how euphoric he was making you feel after months of unresolved tension.
and about how awkward the remaining days of your trip would be as you struggled to figure out what the hell was going on between you two. and how difficult it is to hide that your night sharing a tent was more eventful than either of you had let on. about how you couldn't stop thinking of him and how his hands and body felt on you and how you couldn't wait to have levi on you again.
A/N: @chaotic-on-main inspired this as a scene for my fic but i got too excited and came out with this instead a;ldkfjadsf. am also supposed to be writing an actual paper but slowburn levi makes me too giddy i a;ldkfsj
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agendabymooner · 10 months
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colour me your colour || toto w. x ofc (2)
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Summary: Tilly Marie nearly loses faith in her passion as she refuses to listen to everyone who told her to quit. Everyone but one. And it’s the man she met years ago at a racing event she didn’t want to attend. Who would have thought that her father’s partial ownership of three brands could take her to the zone of Mercedes and meet the love of her life?
Chapter summary: It's 2014. Tilly fills up the position temporarily as Red Bull's Communication Liaison and meets the man she spoke to all those years ago in Dubai... only for her to realize that he's her best friend's Team Principal. Lewis Hamilton is more than amused with her situation, if anything.
Content warning: Age gap, mentions of an absence of a father figure, brief use of explicit language, mentions of nepotism, discussion of mental health and burnouts. Platonic!Lewis Hamilton content, Platonic!Daniel Ricciardo content. Fictional family and business involved (Hearth family and Hearth Automotives Group). One character is fictional but came from a family (Ford family). NO PERSONAL RELATIONSHIPS INVOLVED SORRY
Note: This is actually my demon time. I took a break from posting too much Danny Ric even if I love him sm (this fic needs attention a little bit). Should I make him go feral and chaotic again? I dunno. But anyways, here's for the Toto stans. Please tell me what you think in many ways - reblog and reply even! Enjoy xx
ii. tilly marie wants to go to hell
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Tilly Marie. 
That is the name that hides everything that relates to my life and purpose. Truthfully, everyone knows who I am, but I act like a stranger to everyone who works in the location during the races. Everyone has heard of my name but never really knew what I look like. Of course, they would know who I am. I’m sharing my surname with the man who partially owned three teams— all through his shares. 
Julius Hearth is a billionaire who invested much more in motorsport than he should have in his racing career. Instead of becoming a professional driver, he remains a billionaire, relatively close to creating a monopoly in the racing industry. 
A greedy man, they call him. He dislikes the idea of being unable to control his businesses. He could have sold his shares before, yet he keeps a tight grip over each of his holdings and keeps his position in each team as an executive. He’s not even the one at the race right now. He has his daughter act on his behalf and play his part in keeping his teams popular. 
The surname Hearth is practically engraved in each team’s zones. I hate it. Wherever I go, even if I hadn’t attended a grand prix for a while now, eyes would settle on me. Everyone knows my name. I hate it. It should have been Ford instead, maybe I would have allowed it.
And so I stuck with Tilly Marie. Tilly Hearth catches the eyes of everyone in the racing industry. Tilly Marie is just a woman with access to three zones and additional pit access from her friend. Tilly Hearth is for business— for handling problems and solutions in media outlets and communications.
Now that I think of it, I remember considering quitting my job before I was even told to attend the British GP. Have you ever been so exhausted from doing what you love? Or is that something not really something you desire?
I enjoy writing fashion and design articles for everyone’s entertainment. But to be told you’ll be given a better angle on the following magazine issues and still drooling after that promise? Now that’s just an embarrassment. 
Everyone I’m close to knows how badly I am treated at the company. Their sympathy came with advice to leave the company. Yet, despite the gratitude that I felt, I refuse to resign. I have faith in my career. They’ll give me a better angle soon enough. Or not.
One of the many people who told me to quit is here standing behind the gate. His tightly braided hair is covered with a branded cap. His chest is covered in a white polo. He stands there with a cheeky grin as he holds his arms out. Lewis Hamilton never failed to make me smile.
He engulfs me with a tight embrace and lifts me slightly in joy. We have not even exchanged words yet, but I am already smiling widely. 
“Oh, Tilly, I thought you wouldn't come!” Lewis exclaims once that he puts me down. I straighten my slightly wrinkled skirt and look at him with a questioning frown. “You’re going to watch me win in person this time!” 
“You act like I don’t see you almost every month,” I scoff, shaking my head at his pout.
“You haven’t attended any of my races for almost six years,” he points out, referring to his championship when he was in McLaren. That’s how we met. My father was bored and had decided to buy a part of McLaren, Lewis’ first team. I hung around him more often during the past few seasons while I consulted with my father’s other teams - Scuderia Ferrari and Red Bull. Lewis values our friendship more than his team, as we remained friends after he departed from McLaren. 
I was going to protest and defend myself, but he cut me off before I could even talk. “You were working hard at Vogue, I know,” he rolls his eyes before he wraps his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer as we walk down the Mercedes zone. He still has an assistant with him, and she’s nice enough to ensure that Lewis isn’t doing something stupid like getting our photos taken by paps while his arm is around me. I can see the headlines we’ll make if they see me.
Tilly Hearth’s Comeback Spiced Up by Forbidden Romance as She Snuggles with Mercedes Driver
The Lifestyle of the Rich and Famous: Lewis Hamilton Seen Cozying Up with the Hearth Group Heiress
He continues, “I love you. You know that, right?” 
I nod as he playfully scolds me, “Then why aren’t you listening to me? To your three sisters, even? You’re writing a smaller piece in a magazine for how long? Six years? Why don’t you quit and find a better opportunity?”
“You ask a lot of questions,” I frown, slightly shoving him away while his arm remains wrapped around me. I try kicking him in the leg, but he quickly avoids my attack as he laughs. People that walked past scowl at us. “I knew I should’ve stayed on the Red Bull pit.” 
“In my year of winning? At the British GP?” He scoffs haughtily. “You wound me, Tilly Marie.”
“And while I’m against the idea of staying in your paddock, I’m glad we can agree on calling me by that name so I'm staying because I love you that much,” I grin, kissing him on the cheek as we arrive at the Mercedes hospitality. 
Indeed, I haven’t attended a race for a while now. Putting more time into my job would give me a way to a promotion or an opportunity to publish a meaningful piece in the magazine. But as years go on, I’m slowly backing away from that optimism. So being in this event… yeah, I think I’ll choose this lifestyle once more over that god-awful thing I call a career. 
Still, why haven’t I quit yet? I have little faith in them. I might as well resign. But this advice came from other people. It didn’t come from me. They cannot change my mind, and I wish I’m not this stubborn and stupid. I wish Lewis would bang my head against the wall to get me to quit. 
I know that I have more options if I quit. But even then, I know my options will come straight from my surname and father. Nepotism follows me wherever I go; even if it’s inevitable, I try to control the fire before it spreads. I know that using my name will not help me learn more. 
Even Lewis knows how much it’ll affect my career in a different industry. One that isn’t racing. It’s bad enough that everyone knows me by name, but to use it proudly? Yeah no. Lewis keeps me humbled by calling me Tilly Marie. I love him because of that. 
All of those thoughts have left me alone when I hear a voice ring out behind the two of us. One that calls for Lewis, which has my friend turning around. Out of curiosity and instinct, I immediately turned around to see who called for him. 
Would it be a shame to admit that the man you met eight years ago looked as handsome as before? No. Maybe not. 
My eyes respectfully move from his attractive face down to the polo that he’s wearing. Slight chest hair peeking out from the unbuttoned collars as my eyes finally look at the title on his chest. 
Team Principal
Mercedes AMG Petronas
While it’s not something to be ashamed of, admitting that the older man is attractive will cause bloodshed. One that would begin with Lewis. 
I must admit the man in front of me makes me nervous now that I have grown older. My legs will turn jelly if I hear his accent again. 
“Ah, you have a guest,” the older man smiles at me almost charmingly. 
My legs didn’t turn into jelly. But I wish I had gone to hell earlier than expected because of the heat I can feel on my face. All because of this man. 
Lewis doesn’t catch the reddening of my cheeks. Instead, he nudges me with a grin, saying, “Of course I have. You know how I want people to watch me win.”
“I like that confidence,” the man chuckles, probably still staring at me while my eyes remain on the floor. 
Lewis nudges me again, leaving me to clutch the strap of the bag that nearly fell off my shoulder. I glare at him, and he doesn’t see it as he introduces me, “Tils! This is Toto Wolff. He’s the Mercedes team principal. Toto, this is Tilly Marie. She’s a friend.” 
I can’t longer avoid his eyes as I look up at his dark eyes. I have forgotten how to speak briefly before I clear my throat and greet the man, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Wolff.” 
His stare isn’t intimidating. That’s what I think, but my body says otherwise. Suddenly, the hospitality feels 30 degrees celsius hotter because of his look. 
But he doesn’t say anything about my obvious situation, and with Lewis not saying anything, I assume he doesn’t notice. The team principal then extends his hand in my direction as his accent leaves a tingling sensation in my ears with the words, “It’s lovely to meet you. Miss…?” 
Oh um. Shit. 
Suddenly the roller coaster in my stomach fades as I stammer, “Hearth. Tilly. Tilly Marie.” I immediately reach for his hand to shake as I shudder slightly. God, those hands are cold. I still shake his hand like a fan excited to meet her idol. Lewis, god loves him, has immediately put a stop to it by putting an arm on my side. 
Not realizing I'm still holding his hand, I immediately pull away and offer Toto a sheepish smile and apology. I’m 28, turning 29. I’m not 18. I’m still acting like a child. 
But my internal dialogue is interrupted by a hum coming out from Toto. He watches me move in one place, assumingely unable to reply for a moment. He's thinking of something and it's unnerving.
The silence doesn’t last long as he finally asks, “Are you Julius Hearth’s relative, by any chance? You look a bit like him.” 
I immediately answer, my voice slightly cracking, saying, “Yes. Yes. I’m the eldest daughter.” 
Knowing my family history, Lewis winces at the title I used to describe myself. Even he knows that this is a sore spot for me.
“Ah,” Toto hums in understanding, nodding at the response while he looks around. It seems our surroundings don't interest him, all while people around us are beginning to whisper at the drop of my name and relationship with a prominent figure in the racing business. 
Nevertheless, he ignores the whispering and instead tells me, “It’s surprising to see you here, Miss Hearth—“ 
“Just call me Tilly,” I immediately interrupted him with the insistence of a worried person. “Tilly works just fine.” 
He doesn’t blink at it, even if I can tell he has a question or so at my insistence. He continues regardless, “Well, Tilly, it’s surprising to see you here, in a rival team’s hospitality.” 
I only laugh at that. I laugh at him like he’s an idiot. Or the other way around. He’s calling me an imbecile in his head now, I tell myself as I watch his brows wrinkle slightly.
I tell him, “I’m here as a friend of your driver, Mr. Wolff. And I can hardly be biased about teams seeing as Julius purchased some shares from almost each. There are no playing favourites in my book.” 
“Is that right?” He asks with amusement in his voice. 
“I like to play fair,” I shrug and offer him a grin, “besides, I’m not as good at interpreting races as he is. I’m only here to keep their head checked before they can lash out in front of the cameras.” 
He likes that response even though I mentioned I have limited motorsport knowledge. He chuckles again, nodding in my direction and at Lewis, who I have almost forgotten is with me. 
He doesn’t say anything to me anymore and tells Lewis, “Remember your interview.” 
“Yes, sir,” Lewis nods at him. 
Toto looks at me again and suggests, “Miss Tilly, you should be in our zone more often.” 
For once, my face hasn’t flushed. I offer him a grateful smile and joke, “It’s a bad idea to give me such a privilege. I suppose you’ll see more of me then, Mr. Wolff.” 
“Call me Toto, liebling,” Toto tells me with a wink, “besides, I won’t complain if I see you here— I might as well snatch you up from Red Bull and McLaren, hm? Or is Ferrari also a competition I have to fight for?” 
He turns around and leaves the premise, walking away from us with a big smile while Lewis and I remain silent. 
There’s a scoff that leaves Lewis’ mouth. I watch him shake his head and ask, “What? Did I do something?” 
“No, no, love,” Lewis answers, chuckling in disbelief as he says, “I can’t believe I just watched my boss hit on my best friend.” 
“Who says you’re my best friend? Sylv, Steve and Aims are my best friends,” I scoff. 
“Stevie, Sylvie and Aimee are your sisters, love. There’s a big difference–whatever, you were just flirting with my boss!” He exclaims, making other people look at us at the abrupt loudness.
I wish I had gone to hell earlier.
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Hellooo me again! Can I request something else if it’s okay?
Yandere!JTR with a shy & introverted S/O who is *very* oblivious to Jack’s true nature (as a killer) as is incredibly sweet to him? Like; constantly invites them out to do fun things together, hugs him, kisses his cheek (in a platonic or slightly romantic way, you choose!) they’re so close to each other that his S/O has already introduced him to their family and S/O’s mom thinks he’s such a gentleman!
hhh!! I’m sorry I just really like your content 🥺💕💕
Request as much Yandere JTR stuff as you want- I’ll be there to write it when or if I can-
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• Honestly, bonding with you took way too much time and effort, but he never viewed it as not worth it. In fact, the interesting things about you that drew him in kept him pulled close to you, especially as you came out of your shell.
• The internal colors you had whilst he was with you was utterly pure. You felt safe around him. You felt jovial. You felt as if you could finally act how you’d like around him.
• Perhaps that was something that he loved you for? The colors of safety and vulnerability was easy to take advantage of, which is why he’s always around you, protecting you 24/7 as if he’s a bodyguard.
• This has definitely led to interactions with him, you, and your parents. Jack was a complete gentleman to them, as well as you. He acted much more polite around them, considering he didn’t want to bring tolerant chaotic energy to the table.
• And good news. They love him. They want you two together-
• Jack could feel himself eyeing you upon hearing this. Yet, the bliss that had completely swallowed his heart made his chest churn with bliss and infatuation for you.
• This is what he could have… You as a lovely partner for him, and your parents as supporting figures… He couldn’t ask for anything more. In fact, this is the very thing he’s needed, but never knew he wanted.
• He seemed to freeze up the moment he felt a gentle kiss to the cheek from you, as well as you linking arms with him. Jack slowly eyed you once more.
• He couldn’t decipher which color was which anymore. He was too stunned to do anything. “The man was too stunned to speak”, as well as him being too stunned to even do anything but stand still in an infatuated light.
• Though, later on, he saw the most platonic of colors within you. That pretty much made his heart crack a little, but he wanted to make you love him.
• That meant that he was smothering you even further, protecting you from any other man (even if it had meant secretly getting rid of them in alleyways), and making sure you had slowly gotten out of your shell of shy and introverted behavior.
• Jack was there within every step. He wanted to make sure you were okay. He held your hand, and enjoyed every single hug you gave him. They gave him a warmth he was starting to crave. Especially the kisses to the cheek. Jack could always feel himself getting stunned for a few moments before he looks at you with a shocked Pikachu face.
• You don’t know how much he wants to kiss you right now, and it’s pretty much taking over Jack’s brain at one point-
• And the fact that you always drag him to certain events, with him enjoying every single one with you… Yeah… That man is completely love struck, and there is absolutely nothing that can wipe his feelings away-
• The fact that he wants you completely safe with him is because of his job as an assassin as well. Everything within London may look nice, but none of it is sunshine and rainbows. So the fact that you, a completely pure person, is here in a hellhole like this, is something that Jack wants to change.
• He knows he works on his mercenary job. And he knows you aren’t aware of it. Because if you did, the either platonic or romantic feelings you had for him would be torn to shreds, and Jack would never want to have that happen. He’ll drag you back if he needs to.
• So, as a disguise, Jack decided to put his “job” as your protector in a playful manner. You had easily taken that answer in the same manner, giving Jack the smile he’s loved for so long.
• To some people that know who Jack really is, it’s disgusting to see him act like a killer that craves both your attention and the colors of fear, then to a man that wants nothing but to love and protect you.
• Red Widow is one of those people lmao. She already hated him in the first place, so she hates him even more now because he might drag you into assassin mess.
• Noah knows. He fucking knows, and he feels glad for Jack- But one step out of the line, and he’ll make sure war is waged-
• Jack honestly has no care for the either of them. As long as you’re safe. As long as you’re still the person he’s always loved. As long as you’re here with him.
• Honestly, in assassin jobs, he might vent some frustrations whilst putting someone in fear. Whether that be injuring them or having them hear what he has to say.
• “Ah… I can’t read if their color is platonic or romantic… It’s just melting together, and I can’t tell of it at all…” Jack muttered whilst currently choking someone out.
• And he can do much worse if he wanted. He did a few times, in which, he may have gotten covered in blood after that, but he feels slightly relieved that he’s vented the frustrations out.
• And the next day, he’s completely normal again, listening to you with infatuated eyes as you talk about something. Watching with butterflies in his stomach as you grab his hand and pull him somewhere you’ve wanted to go for a while. Feeling nothing but love whenever you hug him as tight as you can. Feeling flustered but hopeful when your parents say for you two to get together already.
• Yet, those platonic, yet romantic colors of love keep flooding his vision. He grows irritated with it, considering he doesn’t exactly know what to do with it. So, he decided to simply confess.
• He confessed every bit of feelings he had, but never the atrocities he’s committed for you. There was half hope you’d accept him, but half knowledge that you’d reject him.
• So to have his hopes win was something he was eternally glad for. To get a gentle but genuine kiss to the lips was something that made him smile.
• He felt nothing but overjoyed throughout the entire day. Or rather, every time he had saw you. He could hold your hand without nervous emotion. He could hug you as close as he wants and he protective for good reason- Jack could get dragged around more-
• While he could kill more… that doesn’t feed in with the energy lmao-
• Honestly, he has much better reason to kill though. He knows there’s no way of shielding it, and that you’d figure out how obsessed he is with you, as well as the extent he’d go just to keep you by his side. But he can’t have anyone potentially taking you away.
• After all, he has vows to say in a few years-
• So he needs to keep you with him as long as it takes, whatever the cost-
• Additionally… it feels so nice to get rid of someone that’s potentially wanted to take you away from him… So nice to see the fear in their eyes as they try to run or fight back. Naturally, Jack could never go for the pain. He’d go for the fear.
• But this time… he’s went for both, speaking of how they shouldn’t have even looked at you.
• In short, he’s a completely different person with you and with others. But, who says you mind? You never figured out anything he does, especially since he’s around you practically 90% of the time.
• He’d be glad to have you move in with him and sleep in the same bed. He can have his eye on you more, and he could whisper how much he loves you whilst keeping your warm figure in his arms to keep safe.
• Jack never wants to let this go. And he’ll be damned if something happens to you or the relationship you two have.
• He already has everything planned out, so if something shatters it… there will be Hell in London-
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inspired by the "Lance and Magnus reacting to cheesy magic-based flirts and occasional comments on their 'wand' from their spouse"
hc that the lovely magic-using bachelors Magnus and Lance tend to use temporary soundproofing charms on the farm house bedroom before certain.. activities..
after particularly long/stressful days for Magnus and Lance, they may return home and quickly start working on placing that temporary charm, with the farmer immediately understanding what events are about to occur and sitting up eagerly like "👀"
...I can imagine a quiet "ah" of slight-intimidation if they see that their husband is making the charm stronger than usual, and also reinforcing it to hold for longer-
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Heeheeheee.... (Have some a little crappy short stories and thanks for the ask, bunny anon! ❤️🫰)
Warning: adult talk, mention of sex
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Yoba knows Magnus had put up with it for a long time, probably longer than any of his colleagues had to deal with Camilla, his friend and colleague, who also happened to be the head witch of Castle Village. He had tolerated all her idiotic nicknames for him, all her silly pranks, tolerated everything as long as she was doing her job perfectly.
But to openly disrupt an important meeting with the heads of the Ministry of Magic was too much. And the fact that many people looked at Magnus as if he was to blame for Camilla's behavior (what is he, her babysitter?!) was the last straw in Magnus's patience. Naturally, Rasmodius was in a foul mood.
"Blasted woman! How can one behave childishly at important councils...?" Magnus wanted to tell his spouse absolutely everything what he thought about Camilla, this frivolous and ill-mannered witch with her ridiculous puns and teasing, but Farmer's deft fingers, which massaged his tired shoulders and neck, made his tirade evaporate.
"Tough day, hmm?" Farmer's sympathetic voice immediately soothed their purple-haired lover. They listened to Magnus' purr with delight as the wizard's tense muscles relaxed under the skillful fingers. Finishing the massage, the Farmer added, "Perhaps I can help you relax?"
Opening his eyes, Magnus smiled blissfully at his love and kissed them gratefully.
"Yes, I think you can help me with that. I'll be right back."
The wizard rose from the kitchen table and headed for the second floor, where their bedroom was located. The Farmer didn't pay much attention to it and went back to pleasant tea drinking, waiting for Magnus to return. But what caught the attention of Stardew Valley's most chaotic farmer was the familiar red light from the bedroom and the sounds of a spell that made the Farmer's eyes widen slightly.
Oh, they know exactly what it is.
For them two, making love to relieve stress, to relax, or just when they're in a good mood is quite ordinary, but a couple of months ago Magnus (even though he and Farmer had been together for a long time - it was not without some embarrassment) suggested to 'spice up' their.... activity in bed with a couple of magic tricks. The young Farmer still didn't understand how it worked, but the result was noticeable - their night "runs" could last quite a long, long time, and without any noise complains from the neighbors.
Farmer was pouring tea now and then, squelching a little louder than usual and not taking their eyes off the stairs that led to the bedroom. The light, however, in addition to the red hues, had turned a more burgundy color, which surprised them. After a moment, Magnus finally came back down to the kitchen, his fatigue gone and a sly grin on his face that made Farmer shudder, either from anticipation and excitement.
"Something wrong with the spell, dear?" Farmer's voice trembled slightly as Magnus stepped up to them and kissed their neck gently. His thick beard pleasantly tickled Farmer's tender skin.
"On the contrary, my love. I've decided to add a few extra hours and stronger soundproofing when we get started." Now, Rasmodius gave them a very sly and playful smile, enjoying watching the Farmer's reaction and how they exhaled a single 'oh'.
Never would Farmer have thought that they would be in any way grateful to Camilla for pissing Magnus off again with her teasing and stupid jokes.
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A whole week on duty in Castle Village.... Lance understood perfectly well the seriousness of the situation with the monsters and was always ready to help Alesia and other adventurers. Yet a whole week away from the Stardew Valley, place that had become his home... Away from the farm, away from the green trees and flowers. Away from the person he loved. For a whole week.....
The second-in-command of The First Slash clan was so focused on the mission that it wasn't until the end of the week, back home on the farm, that he felt his own tired muscles and homesickness. Especially for the Farmer.
He didn't catch Farmer at home, though, only a note that they would be back from Pelican Town soon and a plate of still-hot and delicious tropical curry. Lance finished his meal with relish, but he found himself worrying about his last mission: although it had been a success, the unpleasant residue of defending the post from monsters was still there.
All bad thoughts immediately vanished, however, when the front door opened and a familiar silhouette appeared on the threshold.
"Welcome back, Lance." Ah, the Farmer's embrace, which the tired pink-haired adventurer missed so much, the voice of his favorite person that made him smile sincerely. If it had been Lance's will - he would have spent hours on end listening only to Farmer, their stories of adventures, work on the farm or just chattering about everything. Today, however, he also planned to hear other sounds from his dearest spouse... mostly moans.
Lance told the Farmer briefly about how his week in Castle Village had gone. After finishing the story, both of them decided to finally enjoy each other's company, leaving all the bad thoughts behind.
"Any plans for tonight?", the Farmer trailed their hands over Lance's back, watching him sink from the touch and caress.
"Hmmm... I think I have an idea." Lance smiled radiantly at Farmer and kissed them on the lips, slow and sweet. Pulling away from his partner's lips, he continued, "Why don't you wait in the living room for five minutes? I'll call you soon."
A little less than five minutes had passed when there was the sound of magic in the next room, a sound that was very familiar to the Farmer. It was no longer a secret to them that many wizards and witches use various things from the magical world for their love needs, and it wasn't limited to simple love spells or love potions. There's a lot deeper here than it seems, because magical people are people too, and they too want to diversify their pleasurable time in bed. Lance was no exception.
A moment later, though, Farmer also saw a purple light exploring from the bedroom, which was new to them. Before they could think what that might mean, Lance appeared right behind the Farmer, putting his arm around their waist. Teleport, of course.
"I was thinking that stronger soundproofing for the bedroom will be necessary tonight," Lance whispered in their ear and bit the lobe slightly with his teeth, listening with pleasure to the hitched breathing of his favorite person. With impatience and anticipation of an unforgettable night, the farmer's heartbeat quickened.
"I missed you so much," the pink-haired man whispered again, finally taking his dearest spouse to their bed.
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So for once this is actually short! I know I’ve been lax in writing for these two lately so this is partly an apology, but also because I just had to write it after a silly chat Laura (@peakyscillian) and I had about Cillian’s technological ineptitude 😂 This is for you bestie, enjoy! 😘
This is also for the lovely @pintofsweets and her request for my now ANCIENT 100 followers celebration! Sorry it took so long Nina! xx
Summary: Cillian experiments with emojis. As is the case with most of the ‘shorts’ this is set before lockdown, and in this case, not long after they got engaged.
Warnings: it’s borderline steamy but not actual smut (sorry, I was trying to keep it short! 😂)
Word count: 892 MASTERLIST
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A Misunderstanding
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Her phone beeped as she stood in the queue waiting to board the plane that would take her back home from London. In a rare turn of events, she was the one who had been away from home for a stretch and he was the one back in Dublin, a book tour taking her away for almost two weeks. She couldn’t wait to get back to her own bed and the comfort of falling asleep with him beside her.
Flicking between her apps she opened his reply to her last message, a smile creeping across her face as she read.
Good stuff! Just sorting some preparations for later, will come and pick you up - can’t wait to see you, xx
She replied quickly, shuffling along as the queue began to move ahead of her.
Just starting to board so should be landing about 5. What are these preparations for…? 😉
The little banner at the top of the screen told her he was typing and she rolled her eyes as he took a few centuries to reply. She had no idea how he could still be such a technophobe after literal decades of mobile phones.
Have a surprise for you. Think you’ll like it though. Will give you a clue… 🍆
She had to stop herself from laughing out loud, feeling her cheeks flush as she quickly looked around to make sure no one else could see. Last thing she needed was some nosy neighbour spotting Cillian Murphy sending smutty messages to his wife-to-be. Satisfied she was in the clear she replied, grinning as she typed.
Oooohh… looking forward to it 🤤
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He was waiting in the arrivals hall when she came through, head down, hands deep in his pockets, his whole being radiating how much he hoped no one would recognise him. Her heart fluttered in her chest as he looked up and saw her, a bright smile cracking across his face.
“Hello you,” she murmured, slipping into his open arms as she reached him, pushing herself onto her toes to catch his mouth in a soft kiss.
“Hello yourself,” he grinned back, pecking her once more before taking her little case from her. She laced her fingers through his as he led the way to the car, regaling him with some of the more choice exploits of the very chaotic fortnight she’d just lived.
Finally back home and after Scout ensured she knew exactly how much he’d missed her by attacking her at the door and then proceeding to bring her every single toy he possessed, she was able to snatch a moment with her fiancé. He was busy in the kitchen, putting something delicious smelling in the oven as she slipped her arms around his waist from behind, pressing a kiss to his shoulderblade.
“So, Mr Murphy, what’s this surprise you have for me,” she giggled, running her hand over the front of his jeans. He turned in her arms, spinning to box her against the counter, his eyebrow cocked in the way that always made her insides flutter.
“That’s not your surprise, but if you can’t wait, you insatiable little minx….” he chuckled, ducking his head to catch her lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him deeper, feeling him rock his hips against hers, his semi-hardness drawing a whine from her throat.
Breaking apart, breathless and aching for him, she frowned, “But your text said… wait, what’s the surprise?”
His brow crinkled in confusion. “I thought you’d guessed from my text? I made moussaka, you love it.”
She burst out laughing and his face fell. “Oh my god, Cill, babe, please tell me you didn’t send me an aubergine emoji meaning actual aubergine?!” She was wheezing now, clinging to his shoulder with one hand, the other pressed to her mouth.
“What?! It’s an aubergine, what else is it supposed to be?!” he asked, aghast, and just a little bit peeved that his romantic dinner reveal was generating so much fucking hilarity.
She wiped her eyes, recovering her ability to speak, stroking his cheek affectionately. “Oh babe, I love you but you sent me a dick emoji,” she explained, convulsing into giggles once more.
He flushed. “What?! How is it that? I mean it doesn’t… well I suppose it does a bit.. fuck…” he sighed, shaking his head as she continued to struggle to stop giggling, biting her lip and staring up at him with bright eyes. “However,” he continued, a glint coming into his eye as he nonchalantly brushed her hair over her shoulder. He leaned down, pressing his lips to her neck, enjoying the small hitch in her breathing. “If I’ve created an expectation..” She moaned, hands pulling at his clothes, as he continued to trail kisses down her throat, his hand cupping her jaw gently.
“Please, Cill…” she breathed needily as he pulled back, foreheads touching, falling into his sky blue stare as his breath fanned across her lips. She felt as though she was on fire, every nerve ending in her body over-sensitive to his touch, his presence, after two whole weeks without him.
“We’ve got at least forty minutes before I need to check on dinner,” he smirked. “How many do you think you can give me before then?” he all but growled before crashing his mouth into hers once more.
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Sorry to be a tease and leave you without the smut but I’m certain you can all use your imagination 😉 I promise I will get back on proper Lockdown series duty very soon - I miss them too! If you enjoyed it, I’d love to hear from you, so please do get in touch in all the usual ways 🤍 Thanks for reading! xx
Masterlists: CILLIAN | LOCKDOWN | MAIN
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“Make Me a Monster” Fic Notes
MMaM was pretty short and this will be too but this fic has some Backstory and I wanna talk about it lmao.
Playlist:
Warriors (AJ Michalka version)
heavy. — Au/Ra
The Creeps — Garbage
LIFE AFTER SALEM — Lil Nas X
The Heartless (original rock version) — PVRIS (kind of hard to get. Was only available on their PARIS EP which isn’t available for streaming last I checked)
Waking Up (Acoustic) — PVRIS (from the acoustic version of the PARIS EP, which is available on youtube)
chaotic — Tate McRae
Hate myself — Tate McRae
R.E.M. — Mothica
Shatter — Against The Current
Frankenstein — Rina Sawayama
My Limb — Hayley Williams
Epilogue Life:
It takes awhile and I could never write this fic in a timespan where it’s complete, but Adora does come to accept her new prosthetics. After the revelations about She-ra and the Heart, she comes to realize this version of them is the most ideal she could get purely because they don’t need maintenance, removal, cleaning etc and she can care for them the exact way she can the rest of her body, which makes them feel a lot more like her body. Her sense of touch isn’t 100%, still losing some texture differentiation and the ability to really feel light touches (she wouldn’t feel a bug walking on her arm for example), but as shown in the epilogue she learns to adapt, and eventually she stops covering up so much either. When she starts to wear her jacket less is when Catra knows she has made real progress. Her prosthetics are magic and never need intervention, which helps.
On Catra’s part, her guilt also takes a lot to process, as does her trauma from her time chipped, which only feeds into her guilt because she feels like she inflicted that same dehumanization on Adora. She comes to focus her energy on “fixing” things instead though, which does lead to some unhealthy burnout, but the worry her friends show for her then does a lot to help her internalize that no, they really don’t hate her.
It’s one of those cases where they take longer to get to a healthy place than in canon, but they do eventually reach it. They get through the worst of it early on, but those effects echo for a long time.
Chapter 1:
⦁ I was pretty worried going into this how people would feel about this, mostly because it’s an incredibly complex situation. Prosthetics are often helpful, but they tend to not be as effective as people hope and even when they are, that still doesn’t mean people don’t look at them and see what they lost sometimes. This situation in particular, where the prosthetics were largely unnecessary and completely forced on her, was painful. Adora is struggling not just with that, but with the very familiar process of trying to get back where she was before an injury/disability, but sometimes that’s just not possible. She’s seeking every piece of functionality and feeling she gets with her prosthetics, but that doesn’t mean she is less for having lost something either. I was worried about people thinking that attitude she has is ableist, when it’s really just a part of the disabled experience. Some people never have it, but I’m definitely someone who has struggled with trying to get things back while knowing I’ll never get it all. It… really sucks, and even when things seem good, there can be a bittersweetness to them. That’s the kind of attitude I was approaching this fic with. There was also the medical abuse angle with her prosthetics. Despite her impossibly advanced prosthetics, this is a very real thing I actually saw conversations about when TotK came out, which is what gave me of the exact phrase for that trigger because I was having trouble naming/describing it in the content warning before that.
⦁ Hordak was working on prosthetic limbs in the event that his deteriorating state made it impossible for him to keep working, using Adora as his guinea pig to test their effectiveness. Shadow Weaver kind of thought there was a chance She-ra could regrow them entirely even if that wasn’t what she was banking on. She actually thought the second accident was a mercy, because Hordak already wanted to test out the set on Adora at that point, so making it “necessary” was supposed to be easier on Adora. Her empathy meter is broken.
Chapter 2:
⦁ Catra just can’t “get” why Adora stayed, but it was kind of impossible for her to leave before that. Part of her already knew Shadow Weaver would be back for more, but she couldn’t let herself do it because it was the “wrong” thing to leave Etheria to the princesses. When she realized the Rebellion wasn’t actually monsters, it was all so much worse because she realized everything — her arms, Catra’s punishments, the horrible way they grew up that she didn’t even really have perspective for — had been for nothing. Catra was right all along. They should have runaway. So she did
⦁ I didn’t intend to title the chapters of this fic since it was so short, but then the “You promise?” line came up and I wanted to make that the chapter title for clarification purposes if nothing else, so I added them in.
Chapter 3:
⦁ I know I’m kind of the “let’s talk about traumatized Catra” person but tbh I still don’t think we give enough weight to having your body literally puppeted while you watch and undergo nightmare hallucinations. Like how the fuck was she functioning after that. So yeah on top of Adora being extra traumatized in this (and Catra additionally having extra trauma from watching that happen), I wanted to go a bit into the echoes of having been under Horde Prime’s control for Catra too. (Other members of the Princess Alliance who were chipped definitely deal with nightmares from this too, but I have a feeling the nightmare scenarios were mostly unique to Catra, especially considering the green pool wasn’t used on the others and by the time Prime had the others under his control he was dealing with a lot of chips and conjuring up nightmare scenarios for them all doesn’t make sense.)
⦁ In this AU there was a lot more immediately obvious awfulness from Shadow Weaver, so even after the portal Glimmer did keep her confined to her room, not that it helped Adora’s mental state much. She was a lot more hated and shunned in Bright Moon and when they were on the run. Catra and Adora still cried watching her die, but after the fact their general attitude is a mixture of “good riddance” and “how could she do all that to us and then just die without ever acknowledging it?” They take her sacrifice as the closest thing they’ll ever guilt to an admission of feeling guilt.
⦁ The thing about Adora never being able to tell if her sensation is back to “normal” is a very real thing when it comes to disability. I remember at one point telling a friend that I couldn’t tell if I wasn’t in pain or was just shouldering it because I didn’t remember what not being in pain felt like anymore.
⦁ If you know my poll, this was “in the engine room.”
Chapter 4:
⦁ In this AU, they have no idea the First Ones Virus could infect She-ra with just the sword since it seemed “obvious” it spread from the robots, to the sword, to her prosthetics, which somehow caused everything to go haywire. Because she was working with her original set that was less advanced, the virus was legitimately latched onto She-ra itself, which also explains why it went away with she reverted the transformation. They just thought changing “bodies” let her purge the virus when she transformed back. The corruption from the First Ones… worm, thing, corrupted Adora’s limbs similarly to how the virus took over her, only with green instead of red, completely changing the colors of her arms and legs and then slowly creeping up her veins. It was gnarly.
⦁ Entrapta just has a better connection with Catra and was looking to her for an answer, but a small incline of the head was their signal back in the Horde that she should really just agree with whoever she’s talking with. She almost never paused to notice it, but Catra was trying her best (and failing) to keep her out of trouble.
Original Outline:
Originally this AU was supposed to be longer, starting when Adora first lost her limbs, then skimming through scenes throughout the series, until finally landing on Darla. That was just an extra 2-3 chapters probably, but 1) god that’s too much angst. It kept me from writing it for like 9 months because I didn’t want to do it, 2) the balance just wasn’t there? Everything got “minute-to-minute” once they were on Darla, with entire chapters dedicated to it, where as the previous chapters were scattered moments taking place over literal years. This did mean I lost some ideas that were supposed to take place in the war and such (the princess prom scene, for example), but it’s still better for it.
I started to write that longer version of it back in 2022(!) but only worked on it for two days to about 2k before I was like this is not vibing and dropped it. When I picked it back up with the shorter timeline in mind, I wrote 70% of this fic in one sitting back in September, but then I got kind of stuck on their reconciling conversation and I think it was just a little too much angst for me then so I didn’t come back to it the next day. I’ve opened it occasionally since then to glance over but it just wasn’t clicking until this week. I edited what I had and wrote the rest of the fic in two days once I was there, though. I am proud of this fic but it’s definitely a very emotional one so it kind of has to happen in bursts like that. I’m glad to have finally gotten it out now, as rocky as getting from idea to completion was. I had the idea November 14th 2022, wrote most of it September 4th 2023, and finally finished it March 9th 2024.
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flmer · 11 months
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INC. gn!reader, slight mention of a broken down robot ( deuce is basically found where people throw away garbage meaning that deuce was broken and beyond repair. )
CHOSEN COMPANION. deuce.
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you were walking down the streets of the ruined city, looking for something interesting that might pique your interest when suddenly your ears picked up the sound of whirring 'a robot..' your eyes gleamed at the thought of finally acquiring something valuable and so high-tech. you dashed towards the sound and there you found it- eyes that were bright cyan in color, and over its right eye is a black marking shaped like a spade symbol meaning that it must have come from the heartslabyul category.
Still, what was a spade robot doing in this garbage part of the city? Last time you checked, spade robots are worth billions! honestly, any robots belonging to the heartslabyul are pricey but sadly they aren't that advanced anymore since they were the first models that FLVR ROBOTICS released.
the spade robot looked very pretty to you with its bright cyan eyes that seemed to have been scratched out judging from the scar on Its left eye and not to mention the short but kind of messy dark navy blue that looked very smooth even if it was dirty.
"whroo..?" the spade robot looked up as he noticed a shadow looming over him and there he saw the most incredible looking being that he had ever laid eyes on "erm, hello.. I know this might sound weird coming from a stranger but would you like to accompany me to my home? I promise I won't disassemble you or do anything to you! you just look like you don't have a home and would need a repair.." your eyes gazed at him with such warmth and he could sense your heartbeat beating faster signaling that you might be anxious and worried for him "ieesshrrgik.." he tried to speak but with his voice box broken, his words ended up coming out as a bunch of garbles and random noise but you seem to understand it because of how your eyes lit up from excitement?
"Can you stand or are your legs damaged too?" you asked as you gestured to a cart behind you "..." The robot spade answered your question with silence but you noticed that it was trying to stand up you could tell it was having some trouble because of its left arm that was hanging limply on its side "Vrhhrr.." it was trying to speak but all that came out was a revving sound and what you assume to be the sound of his whirring fans that were trying to cool down his body that might short-circuit "woah there bud! let me help you." you grabbed one of his arms as you gently swing it around your neck- reminding yourself that it was still made out of metal and you could very much result to your skull cracking or worse.
you loaded him into your cart as he looks up at you from his crouched state and it reminds you of a cat looking up to its owner with big eyes "ok bud, my house isn't that far away from here so I hope you're a patient robot.." you pat his hair and it was so smooth and silky! yep. you are now more amazed at how that damned company makes their robot effortlessly pretty.
the two of you started walking towards your house as something tells you that your peaceful boring life will soon turn very chaotic...
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alpaca-clouds · 3 months
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BG3 and the Second Sundering
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You know what? I might ramble a bit about DnD Lore, because I am recently starting to get really into the lore. And I think that the Second Sundering is super interesting in terms of how it might connect to BG3 and its characters.
Quick refresher for everyone who (like me) never really had any contact with the lore of DnD and specifically the Forgotten Realms prior to 2023.
The Forgotten Realms is more or less the main setting for DnD and describes a collection of worlds that are technically speaking connected to our world. The main world most of the lore happens is called Toril, though frankly: Toril mostly consists of Faerûn (where most plot happens) and then an assorted collection of stereotypical settings that are mostly "Fantasy-East-Asia", "Fantasy-Egypt", "Fantasy-Africa" and "Fantasy-Aztecs".
The Forgotten Realms have magic (the Weave) and a wide collection of gods. And most worldwide storylines can be best described as: Bhaal, Myrkul, Bane, and Shar do some bullshit. And: Ao (who totally is not based on YHW) has issues.
Most of the recent events within the lore are all connected to those things. To give you a quick rundown:
The laws of the Forgotten Realms were written down by Ao in the Tablets of Fate, and about a hundred years ago Myrkul and Bane stole those tablets trying to give themselves more power. This made Ao angry at all the other gods and throw them out of the Astral planes. Stuff happened. More stuff happened. The Tablets of Fate were found again and Ao decided to destroy them to prevent something like that from happening again. Which lead to the Spellplague among other things. But we are not talking about the Spellplague today. No, we are talking about the Second Sundering, which happened just a few years ago from the perspective of Baldur's Gate 3.
Because Ao decided to reforge the Tablets of Fate to properly put the worlds of the Forgotten Realms back into order. And here is a thing you need to understand about the gods in the Forgotten Realms: They all, with no exception, strive for more power. No matter how Lawful Good or Chaotic Evil they are, they strive for power. And they all knew: When the Tablets would be reforged, the gods' powers would be more pinned down compared to how free they were without the tablets. So, all the gods tried to get more powers by getting more followers. To archive this, they all got themselves more chosen, so that they could be more present on Toril, which is how this most notably affected the people on the world.
The main events of the Second Sundering happened between 1484 and 1487 DR. (BG3 takes place in 1492 DR.)
Now, I will not go into too much detail of what happened. The tl;dr is that the usual people (the dead three and Shar) did their usual bullshit, some of the chosen were kidnapped and at times killed, there were several wars, some of the effects of the Spellplague were reversed, and some dead gods came back (including Mystra, but that is a story all on its own).
Within the world not all people even learned what was going on. Like, sure, people would have known about the wars and some might have heard some rumors about the chosen running around and stuff, but they would not have learned exactly what was going on with the gods and with the tablets of fate.
Still, some of the characters in BG3 would probably have known of - and even been involved in - in the events. Most notably of course Gale, who as a chosen of Mystra would be involved into everything in one way or another. Again, Mystra is probably a topic on her own. But yeah, Gale would have been involved somehow.
Chances are that Wyll's entire thing with defending the city from the Tiamat people, was also probably somehow connected to it.
The same goes of course for Shadowheart. She might in fact not fully remember this - but she was most certainly somehow dragged into those events by Shar.
The other three origin characters would not have been that involved. I firmly believe that Astarion knew next to nothing about what the fuck was going on, due to Cazador keeping the Spawn kinda away from the outside world except for hunting. And while the Second Sundering did involve some events in the Hells and on the Astral Plane, I doubt that Lae'zel or Karlach were very involved.
Ironically, someone who might well have been deeply involved would have been the Dark Urge. Because Bhaal was fairly involved in everything going on. Heck, chances are that even Gortash and Orin were in some way involved. Not quite sure about Ketheric. But those two? Yeah, probably involved.
And, you know. I think it is kinda a funny thing to think about. With everything happening there and how the characters - and in fact the events - being connected.
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Dance With Me || Izuku Midoriya x reader
A/n : Music recommended Missile by Dorothy and Havana by Camila Cabello 🎶 Also my requests are open as always so let me know if you have any ideas 📽
Masterlist ⚜
Warning : None just fluff, Izuku is a little bis jealous but you're there for him😥💚
Summary : You and Mina are teacher 1eA to dance. For that you have to actually show them how to do the move. But if you keep going like this your shy and sweet boyfriend Izuku might start to get jealous
I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it
Word count : 2116
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You went to the dance hall, as you do every Friday night since your class' successful performance during the UA festival. Just thinking about it made the thrill run through your veins. You remember everything like it was yesterday : the crowd cheering, the lights going out before Bakugo yelled to start the show, using one of his explosion as a cue for you all
You were so proud of your class, everyone had practiced hard and seriously. And a lot of people had become bolder because of this event. Kyoka with siniging, Momo with the synthesizer, Denki with the guitar... You smiled at the happy memory as you opened the door to the dance hall. Since the festival, you and the pink had grown very close realizing your common love of dance, and had decided to choreograph or learn new dances together
You took a step into the room expecting Mina, the co-choreographer of the show to greet you but to your surprise you met two more pairs of eyes
"Y/nnnn !!" she jumped into your arms you gently patted her back "We parted an hour ago" you laughed "But stilllll !!"she whined "Oh also I hope you don't mind them joining us"
You looked at your electric friend and red spiky haired friend giving them a smile before answering "No not at all ! The more the merrier" "Anddd we are some crazy mennn" Denki said in a playful tone
Indeed, you and Mina had been getting together to dance for 2 months and you assume that the other members of the bakusquad asked her where you both went on Friday afternoons. You were happy that less experienced people joined you. That way you could teach them, something you and Mina didn't do much of, knowing your impressive levels
After your 2.5 hour session, the boys looked exhausted but had made great progress. You were proud of them, and they thanked you vehemently. Kirishima reiterated how manly it was to have shown them how to dance like you - at least try to. They liked it so much that they asked if they could come back next week which you of course agreed to do, and also if they could tell the others because they thought they would love it
"After all it was you two who did the dance for the show" they said and you looked and the pink before squeaking with delight "OF COURSE WE AGREE !" you both screamed jumping up and down
As agreed the boys talked about it at the 1eA and many people had accepted and the list was long Aoyama, Tsuyu, Ochako, Sero, Hagakure, Mineta ( of course sighs ) and to your big surprise the chaotic trio, Shoto, Katsuki and your sweet broccoli of a boyfriend Izuku To be honest you didn't think he would have time to come nor that he would be dancing again after his failed attempt for the show. Anyway, you and Mina were looking forward to Friday
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A week later when that day came, the room was much livelier than in previous weeks. You waited for everyone to arrive and then you raised your voice a little to be heard by everyone. You began, "We're going to divide the group in two. First, those who feel more comfortable dancing alone can start shuffle dancing or contemporary dancing with Mina" you pointed to her and she took a few steps to show what it looked like "And for those who feel more comfortable dancing with a partner" you turned around and bowed "I will be your humble servant"
Soon two groups were formed and your group of Denki, Hagakure, Shoto, Izuku, Aoyama and you
"Erm Katsuki" you said to the boy who was watching you gesture to your group, arms crossed on his chest leaning against the wall "Do you know which group you are going to ?" "Of course I know damn-" he took a breath "I'm waiting for the Alien to finish explaining the basics of shuffle to join them" you nodded at his response, of course he knew the basics of shuffle ( the guy knows how to do everything )
Turning around you saw that your boyfriend's eyes were focused on you, so you waved to Izuku before joining your group "Okay y'all today we'll start with something simple, and then if you continue the lessons we'll see more complex things" all the boys and Hagakure nodded at you "We'll start with a waltz, which is normally in 3 beats but as I've decided to make you dance on newer music the waltz will be in 8 beats" again they all nodded all at you "Okay team-up"
Knowing that you were only 6 in your group there were only 3 groups of 2, and as Mina was not with you you decided to take the boy whose level you knew the best to serve as an example, and contrary to what one can think you did not ask Izuku, who moreover seemed to frown for a short moment... but it could not be right ? He wasn't like that... you shook the thought from your head and motioned for Shoto to join you
You chose Shoto for the simple reason that both of you came from families with a top hero of the country. His father and your mother were often invited to parties and they always brought you along. Shoto hated these parties, because his father would ask him to mingle with the other children of heroes and this was done strangely as in the past, by dancing. But since your mother had joined the ranking of top heroes you went together ( in a platonic way ), that's how you became best friends and occasionally danse parteners
Shoto came to you and bowed to you, like in the old dances. You decided to put on Missile from Dorothy, Shoto placed his hands as he used to do, keeping a proper distance between you, still under Izuku's tense look
"Okay we're going to go easy and you guys follow my steps. Contrary to one might think a girl can also lead the dance. I will count with you" you looked at Shoto "Ready ?" "Whenever you are" "1... 2 anddd 3"
You begin to waltz in a simple way, almost doing the on the spot. Izuku's eyes fixed on Shoto's hand at your waist, as if he was trying to melt his hand with his gaze "You see it's very simple. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 anddd 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8..." you continued the movement for a while and as the chorus came you spoke again "When you are comfortable with it you can add difficulty by pivoting. It's very simple, just turn your foot a little and don't forget to count your steps"
All of a sudden you start to turn, the song giving a dramatic and theatrical side to your dance. While dancing, as always, you forgot where you were, as if teleported to another time. Shoto couldn't help turning you around and letting you go ( as if pushing you away ), letting you do some turns and then coming back at the end of the music to do the pose ( when the guy holds you and you lean back )
At this moment, Izuku was boiling, certainly you were resplendent in your dance and he adored Shoto but he preferred him a little further from you or himself close to you. He took a breath to try to calm down but he realized that it was not possible. When Aoyama, who had no other choice of partner, approached him but took a big step back when he saw his face "Are you okay ? You're as red as blush"
The green haired boy shook his head muttering a quick reply as he started walking towards the door. You hadn't seen anything, too busy explaining the steps to Denki. It was Shoto who came towards you before tapping you on the shoulder and showing you the door Izuku had just come out of which had just closed
"Shit... just wait a minute" you cut the conversation short and ran towards the exit
"Izuku ! Izuku !" you shouted as you chased after him, he stopped dead in his tracks and turned to face you, his face red with anger but he didn't want to burden you with it
Sheepish under the weight of your gaze he gave in "Idon'tlikehowhe'stouchingyou" "Huh? What was that?" "I-I don't like how he's t-touching you" you eyebrows shot up flabbergasted "Who? Shoto ?" your boyfriend nodded at you with a sad face
"I know it's silly you were just showing us... it's just..." he sighed too ashamed to say it out loud for fear of sounding stupid. He stared at the floor waiting for you to speak "I see. Wait a second" you pulled out your phone and sent a message to Mina
"Hey can you play Havana by Camila Cabello please. Play it loud enough so we can hear it from the hallway"
"Yes, yes, I'll do that right now"
"Thanks queen"
"Right back at you 💖"
Once that's done you put your phone in your back pocket and took a step towards Izuku "You remember the dance I just showed you" he nodded "Y-yeah" "Well forget it I'll show you another dance. One that I won't dance with anyone else"
You reached out until you could take his hand and place it on your waist, you felt him stiffen under your touch "W-what are y-you ?" "Ssssh let me do what I do best" in the next room you could hear the music starting. Izuku seemed to understand where this was going and he turned red
You put your right hand on his shoulder and took his left hand with yours. You raised it to make sure he was okay. As he met your gaze he became even more embarrassed as if aware that his hand was on your waist. The very place he had envied Shoto's hand earlier
You began to sway gently, purposefully off beat to make sure you put him at ease
"Y-Y/n what are you d-doing ?" "Just follow the rhythm. Tell yourself this is your mission, follow the beat to get it done"
He gulped loudly nodding and began to follow your rhythm. Feeling him getting comfortable little by little, you accelerated the rhythm of your hips, resulting in him blushing even more if it was possible. However, he managed to follow you nonetheless, a concentrated look on his face
And just as the music was about to end, as if by your own accord you both quickened the pace ( like in the music video ). Your hand clasping his, his other on your waist feeling the warmth of your skin protruding from your shirt. He couldn't help but pull your body flush against his, rocking your hips in sync, heat emanating from both of your bodies. Mere inches separating your faces, until you couldn't hold on anymore, bringing there in a searing kiss
As you pulled away you flashed him a bright smile, which he sheepishly returned, the red on his cheeks slowly fading. The music finally came to an end but you remained glued to each other "And you'll always be the only one I'd dance with like this" you said pecking his lips
"I could get used to it" "I could even tutor you in my room or yours" you said teasingly wiggling your eyebrows. Laughing when he jerked aways from you, frantically waving his hands in front of his face "I-I'm not l-like"
"I know you're not like that" you said giggling taking him in a gentle hug, bringing your lips to his ears "I wouldn't mind though"
"Y/nnnn !!!!!" he screamed eyes widening though you knew what he not at all reluctant about it
"Come on let's go back and this time you're my partner for the dance" "You know I'm not against you dancing with Shoto, he's much more talented than me..." "For now but you'll get better in no time. Let's go"
And with that you took his hand in yours and made your way back to the dance hall. You taught your friends and you all had a lot of fun. This time you paid much more attention to Izuku to whom you gave glances whenever you were going to explain a step to one of your friends. You didn't know it but he was looking forward to being alone with you for your dance session and little did he know it could happen faster than expected
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A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🎴♟ Again my requests are open 🔦🏮
Taglist : @malfoyscamander, @cl0vr, @ilovemanypeople, @glossy1pearl, @jane57sstuff
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thetargaryenbride · 11 months
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Nail To The Coffin - S2 - Chapter 6
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Warnings: none
Pairing: Steve Harrington x f!Byers!Reader
Word Count: 3788
A.N: We like Steve…but we don’t love Steve…We like Nancy…but we don’t love Nancy... 😉 ~ As always, please do make me know if I’ve written certain characters OOC and if you think there is something that can be corrected within the story. Thank you for reading. Hope you like it! 🖤 🥀
Masterlist || Chapter 5 || Chapter 7
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“She’s coming to!”
“Hey, kid, can you hear me?”
You could hear the voices of different people calling out to you but they were all muffled as if coming from underwater and the more you strained to hear better, the louder the ringing in your ears got.
“Where am I?” you uttered as your eyes fluttered open but you were tempted to close them again because the harsh light shining into them was enhancing your already painful headache.
“We’re on our way to Hawkins Lab,” informed you Hopper, and you shot up in a sitting position, regretting it almost instantly as a sharp pain hit you, making you wince. “Hey, hey, careful now,” he scolded you as he tried to get you to lie back down. “Get that light away,” he harshly pushed the hand of the soldier away from you and the light disappeared.
“Hey, I’m trying to do my job here and do a check-up.”
“I’ll give you check-up.”
As time went by, you gained full consciousness and your vision cleared and adjusted. You were able to think straight again and tried to recall the events from yesterday and today.
You tried to push aside the throbbing headache as the vehicle finally came to a stop and the soldiers brought you outside. You saw your mother getting out of another vehicle with your brother – who was screaming in pain and convulsing – being carried away. You shouted in panic, gaining Joyce’s attention.
“Y/N! Hopper!” she ran towards you but was stopped by a soldier who obstructed her way and directed her to go elsewhere while another grabbed you by the arm and ushered you and Hopper inside the lab despite your mother’s protests. Everything happened so fast and it was so chaotic that you got dizzy and couldn’t find your bearings as you let people push and drag you around.    
A group of female doctors and soldiers took you in their care. They brought you to a separate room, undressed you, and hosed you down from head to toe. So much filth was sliding off you and onto the light blue tiles that you almost blushed in embarrassment as if being naked wasn’t embarrassing enough already. They gave you clean underwear and a hospital scrub that you clumsily put on before they dragged you away into an office so they could inspect the wound on your head, clean it and wrap it up.
It wasn’t a big wound. The place where you had hit your head was grazed, a bit beat up, and swollen. The blood had stopped flowing long ago though and it didn’t need stitches which you were grateful for.
“Alright, now follow my finger,” instructed a nurse.
“Yes, yes, I can follow your goddamn finger very well but if you don’t take me to my brother, you’ll find out where that finger goes!” you snapped and she jumped away from you, eyes wide in shock.
That had done the trick because shortly after, a soldier was guiding you to your brother’s room. You weren’t exactly proud of your attitude and the way you had barked at her because she was just doing her job but you were in pain, you were irritated, you were scared like hell and you were very, very worried for your brother so all you wanted was for you to go join your family. 
When you entered, your mother immediately rushed to you and engulfed you in a tight hug.
“Oh, sweetie, a-are you alright?” she sniffed as she turned your head sideways to look at the wrapped-up wound and you nodded.
“I’m fine, mom. I just have a headache,” you reassured her and she caressed your face, placing a kiss on your temple. “How’s Will?” you asked and she stepped away, allowing you to get a better look at the boy who was lying in a bed, in a hospital gown, with EEGs attached to his head.
Your heart clenched at the sight.
You sat next to him on the bed and caressed the side of his head as you battled tears. Yet again your baby brother was suffering and you were unable to do anything about it.
“Why him?” you whispered but you didn’t receive an answer. You didn’t expect an answer because none of you had one.
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Your mother had to go speak to the doctors shortly after this and you had moved to a chair by Will’s bed. Mike had brought you a blanket and that was the first time you actually noticed his presence. You had been so out of it.
“Hey, kiddo. How did you get here?” you asked as you took the blanket and he let out a long exhale as he walked back to his chair on the other side of Will’s bed and plopped down.
“Well…you called us yesterday and said things were ok but you also said you were afraid they might get worse. And…when you didn’t call again, we got worried,” he explained. “So, after school, I decided to visit you, and…the rest is history.”
“I see…I hate that you got mixed into this again,” you sent him an apologetic look.
He shook his head and stated firmly, “Will is my best friend. I’m not walking out of this, no matter what.”
“Well, that’s certainly very brave of you, little knight,” you smiled and he blushed, looking at his feet.
At one point, you had crossed your arms on the bed and laid your head on them which resulted in you dozing off. You had been stuck between dreams and reality, managing to sort of hear your mother and Bob’s conversation although it was all just very muffled and dreamlike.
That’s when you felt fingers run over a spot on your bandaged forehead and your eyes opened. You sobered up immediately when you saw that Will had woken up and was looking at you with so many mixed emotions but the overwhelming ones were fear and concern. Your hand went to grasp his and pull it away from your head as you placed a kiss on it.
“Hey, buddy. How are you feeling?” you asked which drew the attention of everyone in the room. 
“I’m okay,” he muttered and you gave him an encouraging smile, leaning to place a kiss on his temple.
“Sweetie, how are you feeling? You ok?” asked Joyce as she rushed to the bedside with Bob. Mike also jerked awake when he heard the talking and everyone gathered around your brother.
“Who is that?” asked Will as he stared at Bob in confusion and everyone’s happy, relieved faces fell. You paled and you felt as if someone just threw a bucket of cold water on you.   
“What?”
“It’s me, big guy. It’s Bob,” chuckled the man quietly as he sent Will a smile but you could see he was trying to hide his worry. He reached to grasp the boy’s hand but he moved it away.
“Are you a…doctor?”
“No…No, it’s just me…Just… just Bob.”
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“Do you know your name?” asked Dr. Owens after he finished the manual check-up.
“Will.”
“Your full name?”
“William Byers.”
“Do you know who I am?”
“A doctor.”
A bunch of doctors, Hopper, Mike, Joyce, and Bob had gathered around Will, expectantly and worriedly observing what was happening. You were nearby – standing by the windows on Will’s left – with arms crossed and eyes constantly darting between your brother and the scenery outside. You didn’t want to watch him like a hawk –like the others were doing – afraid to not make him even more nervous. You supposed they were contributing to that more than enough. You were so jumpy and so worried that you didn’t know what to do and where to focus. Your foot was bouncing and shaking as your brain went on overload and your teeth broke the skin of your lower lip to the point of bleeding.
“Have we met before?” continued Owens.
“I don’t remember.”
“You don’t remember me? Ok. How about…this guy here?” he pointed towards Mike and Will blinked, trying to put memory to the face. “Know who that is?...It’s alright, take your time.”
“That’s…my friend…Mike,” he finally spoke out and everyone let out small smiles. You also wanted to breathe out in relief but your chest was so tight and your gut – twisted.
“What about me, kid? You remember me?” asked Hopper hopefully but Will shook his head. “They tell me you helped save me and your sister last night. You remember that?” he tried again, voice soft as if speaking to a wounded animal and filled with gratitude but the answer was negative yet again.
“Do you remember anything about last night? About what happened?”
“I remember they hurt me,” he finally spoke and you squeezed your eyes shut, eyebrows furrowing. Your mother had filled you in earlier when you had been finally allowed to reunite. She told you all about that night and how Will had gotten hurt and had to be urgently brought to the lab. She had described his cries and pain with such a heartbroken expression that you had almost sobbed, your artistic, creative imagination being able to paint the horrific picture in your mind.
“You mean the doctors?”
“No…The soldiers,” his voice got more serious and now your eyes fully focused on him. “They shouldn’t have done that…It upset him,” he almost spat out and your forehead wrinkled in concern as you looked at your mother who looked back at you with the same emotions showing on her face.
Then, Dr. Owens pulled out a picture and showed it to Will, asking if the creature he had drawn was the one he was referring to. And now everyone knew for sure.
“Okay. Okay, I wanna try something. It’s gonna seem a little odd at first but I think it’s really gonna help us understand what’s going on,” he offered and Joyce looked at Bob and Hopper in hesitation but eventually agreed and so did Will.
Shortly after, a scientist came into the room, pushing a stroller. He stopped in front of you and you could see that the transparent container on the stroller contained a small part of the creature that had attacked you last night. And it was moving too.
“Now, Will, I want you to just let us know if you feel anything, ok?” instructed the doctor and Will nodded. He was keeping his composure but you knew he was afraid. He was just a kid after all.
He gave a signal to the other scientist and he took a blowtorch, lighting it up. He placed it high above the vine and began lowering it down very slowly.
“Do you feel anything?”
“Little stinging,” answered the boy and you frowned.
“Stings? Where?”
“My chest,” he whined as he clutched the hospital gown at his chest and you and your mother exchanged worried looks. After another signal from Owens, the other man lowered the blowtorch even more and your brother’s breathing increased.
“How about now?”
“It…it burns!” he shot straight up and cried out. “It burns!”
“Where?”
“Everywhere!” he screamed in pain and you couldn’t take it anymore.
“Alright, that’s enough!” you yelled, Hopper and your mom joining in, as you took a step forward and grabbed the man by his collar, pulling him away from the container with the vine. “Knock it off!” you growled in his face as you roughly pushed him away and he stumbled backward. You whirled to look at your brother, noticing that he had calmed down a bit which meant the pain had stopped. He looked at you through glistening eyes with heavy eye bags and you returned to his side, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling him to your side. He wrapped his arms around you, laying his head on your chest as you hugged him tightly.
“It’s ok, sweetie. It’s over,” you murmured in his hair as you looked at your mother and Hopper, all of you sharing concerned expressions and rapidly beating hearts. Dr. Owens signaled at you to meet him outside and you pulled away from Will, telling him you’d come back in a couple of minutes before following the doctor alongside Jim and Joyce.
“Our best guess right now is it’s some kind of virus which is causing this neurological disorder,” explained Owens after you had gathered outside. “Now, when a typical virus attaches itself to its host it duplicates, right? It spreads, essentially hijacking the host. A virus is alive. It has intelligence. That’s not… That’s not unusual.”
“Yeah, except what’s unusual in this particular situation is that we’re talking about a shadow alien monster that has possessed my brother,” you drawled and the doctor lifted his hands.
“True. And I think that…thing is the reason for the anomalies happening with Will. Now, this…virus, I’m just gonna call it virus…The infected hosts seem to be communicating. It has some sort of a hive intelligence and it’s connecting all the hosts.”
“So what does that mean? That whatever happens to those vines and God knows what else is going to reflect on Will too? Like the shit show we saw back in the room?” you asked, voice raising with each question and the man nodded.
“I’m afraid that is the case,” he agreed grimly and your mother’s hand flew to her mouth, eyes watering. “The good news is that a virus can be cured. We’re gonna continue to run tests. We’re gonna see what we find,” he tried to calm you all down.
“What happens when he can’t remember anything? When there’s nothing else there?” whimpered Joyce. “What happens when my boy is gone?”
“I think we should spend some time thinking on how to get that thing out of Will... right?” you asked as you looked at everyone one by one. “I mean once it’s out, we wouldn’t have to worry about the connection between Will and the other hosts and you can go on a rampage burning those things for good,” you explained your point of view and Dr. Owens nodded.
“Well, what do you suggest?”
“It’s a-a shadow monster that got into him. This is not just…a clump of parasitic cells. It’s a living creature that seems to be much smarter than all of us put together and it seems like it has some kinda…I don’t know, goal in its mind. Otherwise, why would it work in such a well-orchestrated way?” you nibbled at the skin on your finger. “I don’t know, maybe we should get an exorcist at this point or something,” you threw your hands in frustration and helplessness before letting them dangle at your sides in defeat. “Maybe we should…create harsh conditions for it so it would be unable to survive. I don’t know,” you sighed as you put a hand on your hip while the other went to rub your temple, eyes squeezing shut at the throbbing pain you were feeling right now.
“Those are valid suggestions that we’ll definitely look into. But…I’m afraid I’m not finished…that’s not all there is,” said the doctor with a tired sigh and your eyes snapped open as you lifted your head to look at the man, giving him your full attention. He kept silent for some time and you lowered the hand that was buried in your hair, looking at your mother and Hopper who looked back at you with shared confusion and concern.
“Well, what is it?”
“You are also…threatened, Y/N,” finally spoke the man and the three of you blanched.
“Wha-what do you mean by that?” asked Hopper unsettled.
“The examinations we did on you came through. Your condition is…similar yet different from Will’s,” explained Owens.
“I feel fine,” you responded flatly, eyes unblinking, and he shook his head.
“For now you do, yes… But it seems to me like this virus either wants to transfer to another host or is trying to seize control of multiple hosts at once and spread even more. Now, I don’t yet know if you’re infected the same way your brother is or if you’d develop a similar connection to that thing but even if you don’t… you are certainly marked,” revealed the man grimly and Joyce put a hand over her heart while the other went to grasp your shoulder while Hopper sent you a concerned look. You stood there for a couple of seconds, staring at the floor before you looked up. 
“Never mind me…Focus on Will,” you told him as you stared into his eyes for a while before slowly turning around and entering back inside.
Joyce let out a muffled sob as she leaned on Hopper and he wrapped his arms around her.
“It’s gonna be fine. We’ll fix this.”
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Steve and Dustin had been walking for what seemed to be ages, throwing meat pieces all over the abandoned railroad. And they had just finished having the ‘girl talk’, which left Steve emotionally drained. Dustin however didn’t seem to want to end the topic so after talking about Nancy he chose to go in another direction.
“What about…Y/N?” asked the boy hesitantly and Steve did a double-take.
“Y/N? Why-why are you bringing Y/N into this?
“I don’t know, man, there’s just something between you two. Like…that sexual electricity you were talking about-
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” cried out the boy as he halted and whirled to look at his companion. “Se-sexual electricity?
“Yeah,” shrugged Dustin. “I mean, I don’t know but I can’t just…see you as only friends, you know what I’m sayin’?” he inquired and Steve stood there in silence before letting out a sigh and resuming his walking, slower this time.
“Look, I’ll tell you something about Y/N that I haven’t told anyone about and if you let it slip, you’ll be as dead and as sliced as the meat we’re carrying,” threatened Steve and Dustin gulped, curiosity flooding him.
“I’m silent as the grave,” reassured Dustin as he crossed a finger over his heart and Steve let out another long sigh.
“Fuck,” he whispered as he scrunched up his nose and looked around before back on the road ahead. “I love Y/N,” he finally barked out and Dustin’s eyes widened as he came to a sudden stop.
“What!?” he yelled and Steve ran the back of his gloved hand over his forehead, as if wiping invisible sweat.
“It’s weird…I know,” he grumbled and the two kept on walking. “Honestly, I don’t even remember when this all started. I mean I’ve felt this way pretty much since I first met her.”
“Then why didn’t you confess?”
“I don’t know… I think… I didn’t wanna ruin our friendship, ya know,” he shrugged. “And she never seemed interested in dating. You know her. She’s always busy studying. Besides, she has her hands full taking care of her family soo… I didn’t think she’d have the energy to deal with a boyfriend,” he rambled out and Dustin hummed.
“Yeah, I see… But then why did you start dating Nancy?”
“Well…I guess I…needed to fall out of love,” he revealed pitifully. “Nancy is amazing! She’s different than the other girls and I really do like her a lot as a person…So I thought that…if I focused on my feelings for her, they’d grow even more over time and…I’ll fall out of love for Y/N and fall in love with Nancy.”
“Well, that didn’t exactly work out, did it?” huffed out a laugh Dustin and Steve shot him the stink eye, making him tighten his lips and clear his throat.
“Honestly, at this point…I don’t think Nancy loves me either. Likes? Yeah…but not loves. I suppose we are the same in that regard. So if she wants to…officially break up and date Jonathan…I’ll let her go,” confessed the boy as he threw a piece of meat on the ground.
“But then what will happen with you and Y/N? I mean, she’s not stupid. She’s gonna realize you have feelings for her sooner or later.”
“I’ll tell her the truth,” he declared and Dustin’s eyes widened. “But when we graduate!” he half whirled and pointed. “Cause at least we’ll go on separate ways after that and it won’t be embarrassing when she rejects me,” groaned the boy as he kicked a pebble.
“I think that both of you are blind idiots.”
“Come again, Henderson!?”
“Nothing! I said nothing!”
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A few hours later
There was something odd about this whole situation.
The moment your brother had told everyone that he knew of a way to defeat the creature, a gnawing feeling settled in the pits of your stomach. And it only got worse the more time went by.
Now you were standing in the control room alongside Hopper and Dr. Owens, having insisted on joining them and observing the mission the soldiers had set out on.
Your brows furrowed as panic settled once you saw familiar tunnels and judging by Hopper’s expression, you weren’t the only one.
“Wait. That’s where we were!” Hopper beat you to it and Owens looked at him surprised. 
“What?”
“It’s that damn graveyard.”
“Sir, there’s nothing here.”
“Looks like your kid’s full of shit, doc,” commented one of the scientists, and you shot him a glare that could kill, making him recoil and choke on his snickers, smile faltering.
“Got some kind of fog moving in now.”
“We’ve got movement!” exclaimed a woman and you saw multiple red dots on the radar, closing in on the soldiers.
“It’s a trap,” you whispered as the sudden realization dawned on you but nobody was listening to you as they all focused on the monitors. “It’s a trap!” you shouted. “Get them out of there! Now!”
The whole room erupted in chaos as the soldiers began screaming. You could hear the sound of distant shooting as you grabbed Hopper by the arm, the two of you exchanging panicked looks.
Dead silence suffocated the room after the last living soldier screamed before he was torn apart – a drastic, scary contrast to the previous chaos. Hopper let go of you as he approached the monitor and your eyes widened when you saw the red dots clumping together and going in a certain direction.
“There’s no way they can get in here, right?” you asked wobbly. “Right, doc?” you asked again and Owens opened and closed his mouth, not knowing what answer to give to you.
Then you heard it – a horrifying, familiar sound that was much too close for comfort.
The growling of monsters. 
Hopper rushed to the glass and you followed after him, the two of you looking down the hellish hole. And you almost jumped in fright when you saw a clawed hand shoot out of it.
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justblades · 2 years
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hi ten!!! congrats on 100!! (´꒳`)♡ i'm sorry about your other blog (╥_╥) tumblr needs to fix their shit
but anyways i'd like to request number 41 for shu heheh. thank you in advance (*¯ ³¯*)♡
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♡ MAKE LOVE WITH ME ! ➠ 100 EVENT
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#41 SHU YAMINO ; ❝ what makes you think I’m going to fuck you? ❞ gender neutral! reader
WARNINGS ; nsfw, mdni ! toxic relationship, it gets fluffy later on, use of viagra WC: 914
AN ; thank you so much hana ily <33
"why won't you just drop your frail façade of being hard to get when i'm literally in front of you?" you clench your jaw and ball your fists, anger washing upon you. the male in front of you heeds none of your taunts nor your words to which you feel angered a lot more.
he folds his arms across his chest and keeps a straight face, looking at nothing but the deep end of the road rather than acknowledging your presence. "shu, just please pay attention to me." you whimper as you sit beside him and hook your arm with his, face crumpling from the constant silent treatment you've been receiving. "just please—"
"you're embarrassing me."
he said, and so you thought it was really game over for the both of you.
truth to be told, it was a painful experience when you broke up with him; you were at the height of your emotions and so was shu. the reason was something feeble, petty and shouldn't have been the trigger for all of these. it was too late when you realized the fault you made and now you're here, begging for his attention. to be acknowledged. to be understood.
as a last resort, you gulped down the pill to show shu how far you were willing to save the already burnt out bridges of your old relationship. he tries to stop you by taking the tablet out of your mouth, but apparently it was too late.
the result of that hasty action was: you being in heat and begging even more for shu's attention. he brought you back to your home to make sure nothing chaotic ensues and that you are in safe hands as well. apparently the opposite could be said for you. rubbing your face on shu's chiseled arms as you yearn for his touch, you continually plead. "shu if you don't want to forgive me then atleast let me feel you inside me once more."
he scoffs, growing tired of you already. "and what makes you think i’m going to fuck you?"
the question came like a blizzard meant to destroy even the sturdiest planks of your heart, but you were not sober from the lust encaging your body as you could think of one answer:
"didn't you propose to me? that even after we break up we'll still be fuck buddies?"
you straddle on his lap and make him lean on the mattress of your bed, both of your weights sinking down on the soft cushions. "so tell me, do you want me or not?" boldly asking the male, he averts his gaze first, not able to handle the tension from the shared glances. hesitation fills his mind.
"maybe i do." the ebony haired finally gives you a non negative response and you could feel how your heart fluttered from his answer. your heart performs a somersault of giddyness and love budding once again, "and maybe i should've given our relationship another chance and forgave you for your silly mistake."
hot tears start to well up in your eyes; shu was bewildered as he pulls you close to his chest in an attempt to stop your cries. "hey, don't cry please."
looking up at him with a blurry eyesight, barely able to make out of something from the view, he wipes the liquids staining your cheeks. "i'm sorry, i should've been more understanding." a pseudo sinless smile carves your lips upwards, but the viagra in your system has been stirring inside, making you act differently from the way you intended to respond to him.
"if you're truly sorry, you know how to please me." you state as you carefully buck your hips, making friction with your lower region and shu's cock. intuitively, he clutches your waist as he tries to stop you. "fuck—"
he curses with a heavy sigh in the end, not being able to bear with the sensation of you grinding on him. "i missed this. this reminds me of the olden days." ending the sentence with a smug grin, you bury your face on the plane of his chest. "nobody does me like you do, shu. can you imagine how hard it was for me to find someone similar to you?"
more groans of arousal bubbles from shu's throat and there he knew he really is whipped for you. he could never ignore you and your charm, even if he wanted to. he struggles to find the right words to say in exchange, "me too, baby. me too."
the male covers his shameful expressions with his dominant arm, but you insist on igniting the flame of his lust brighter than ever. you start to unzip his pants with dexterity and let his dick out, free of restraints and confinements.
shu's leg bounces back and forth everytime you give him short lived strokes, biting his lower lip ferociously. the teasing was becoming unbearable for him and his breathing becomes even more ragged once you started to give the tip of his dick some kitty licks, the sharp point of your tongue inspecting every nook of his cock.
"tell me, what do you love about me?" you ask the male as you worked your way taking him in little by little with your mouth, opening it wide to make sure your teeth won't graze on his skin. "you're the best partner i ever had . . you help me in ways that you can do . . you do so much for me and—"
gatherting more spit on your mouth, you let it drip down on his cock. "and?"
"and the way you blow me, it feels heavenly."
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Queens of Promise - Part 7
Summary: Between battles and treasons, a new emotion comes to play. And oh poor Wanda, she found herself a traitor.
A/N: Look at me keeping my promises, but have to warn you though, chapter 11 progress is slower than I had planned. But we’ll get there when we get there. Well, I am dropping hints to solve the big puzzle (at least I think I am haha), do you guys have any theories by now?
Trigger Warning: Violence, mentions of blood, death. Game of Thrones canon violence. Previous parts here
"Between heaven and hell"
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#just because I love her smile in this gif Fury Valley – Improvised Campsite
You looked around the place and saw people arguing, while others tried to make any sense out of this madness.
Present in Wanda’s tent were only the ones both Princesses trusted with their lives. That being said, Lady Rambeau, Lady Danvers and Lord Barton were your companions while Wanda called for Lady Romanoff, Lady Dreykov and Knight Bishop’s presence.
Sir Barnes wasn’t attending the meeting for he had marched north earlier that morning with part of his men as to inform the King about the death of Lord Rogers.
The fireplace attracted your eyes, and the fire dancing drew your attention for what felt like a lifetime but, in reality, only minutes had passed.
Your head flew miles away from Fury Valley, for Lord Wilson was on his way to Triskelion to inform the Queen about the ambush and the failed mission of returning Lord Rogers to Sokovians’ care.
Queen Calanthe would be mad, for sure. This was unacceptable, how could a simple task go so wrong as this one had? In a span of hours, you had analyzed and overanalyzed the past events trying to find where your mistake was.
Some of the best soldiers, ones that you trusted with your own life, were tasked with the burden of keeping and protecting Lord Rogers. It was as though they didn’t even have the chance to stand a fight and oh she knew how skilled they were.  
You’ve been into many battles so far and had experienced some chaotic fights, but the attackers came out of the blue and easily outnumbered Taharrian and sokovian’s troops. It was messy and hectic, especially when you were trying not to die all the while making sure your nemesis wouldn’t get hurt as well.
Gladly enough, you were able to keep Princess Maximoff alive, otherwise this whole messed up situation would be even more chaotic. Suddenly, bile climbed through your throat as you thought about the possibility of Wanda’s death. It bothered you to no end and made your heart clench at the mere idea.
Why, though?
In terms of politics, it was only obvious what problems this would entail. If Wanda died this would mean extra violence from Sokovia. Because, if Loki were to die, no matter the situation, you’d wreak havoc to avenge your brother, surely King Pietro wouldn’t do any different.
In theory, protecting Wanda was a must. Firstly, to avoid more problems; secondly, chances were that you could warm your way to Wanda, therefore, you could try and ease the tension to stop the war for good.
However, deep down you knew these reasons were just the political Princess in you speaking. Deep down you knew there were ulterior motivations, maybe they weren’t clear to you just yet – or maybe it was clear, yet you kept in denial.
There was something about Wanda that pulled you towards her. It was something different from everything you ever felt, but somehow you knew she meant more than a possible acquaintance or possible not-enemy. To say Sokovia could be a friend was too much. Not-foe was good enough for you.
She shouldn’t mean anything to you, so why was she so important to the point your body would physically reject even the mere thought of her death? Why does your heartbeat lose compass when thinking about hers stopping for good?  
Angry shouts broke through your bubble of thoughts and your head surfaced back to the exchange going on the tent. Lady Danvers had her hands in fists and was ready to attack no one other than Princess Maximoff herself. While Bishop only listened and swapped few words with Barton, Maria and Natasha argued near the fireplace.
Lady Dreykov was massaging her chin and judging by the distance, the cause of her discomfort probably was Carol’s fist. Sighing, you got up to your feet and walked towards the others.
“This is your fault, Princess.” Danvers’ eyes were red, visibly distressed, she had lost good friends the day before and this was a wound too fresh. “You brought this to yourselves, and now it’s rubbing on us.”
“This is outrageous! And you should take your tone down a notch, I’m not your Lioness that allows you to speak as you want. I’m Wanda Maximoff, Princess of Sokovia and you’ll treat me as such.” The redhead spat back at the lady in front of her.
“My Princess is a respectable warrior, one of the greatest that I had had the pleasure to serve, now I can’t speak the same about you.” Carol growled, eyes screaming danger. Not that Maximoff was one to bother with threats. Spoken or not.
“Draw your sword, peasant, and I’ll give you something to talk about me.” Wanda countered and this threat was plain as it can be. “While you still have your head above your shoulders.”
Before Carol could do anything stupid and force Wanda’s hand, you stepped between both woman, hoping you could try and calm their nerves.
“As entertaining as it could be, I’m afraid we have more pressing matters right now.” You spoke alternating your look between your Captain and the princess. “And we have to work together if we want to get to the bottom of this problem.”
“Work together?” Lady Romanoff took one step closer to the three of you, and the others gathered closer as well. The assassin in front of you had her brows furrowed, possibly trying to think how sworn enemies could work together without killing each other.
“Precisely.” You replied now focused on the spy in front of you. “It seems we found a common foe and I don’t know about you, but I want to know who they are.”
“We already know who they are, princess!” Lady Danvers, though a little more collected, spat once again. “It’s probably the Kree that this woman, disregarding all the suffering in Noveria, called back to our lands.”
You flinched at the accusatory tone, but also at the pain coating every single word pronounced by your dear friend. You understood where she was coming from, it could be the Kree, indeed. However, the mercenaries, though ruthless, didn’t seem to be the type of men the northern barbarians would choose for a job.
“Refer to me as this woman one more time and I’ll teach you how to address to a princess properly.” The redhead barked and you saw her hand looking for the hilt of her sword. Wanda was on edge with the attack, of course, but she still got a short fuse.
Faster than you or anything you had to say, Carol threatened again. “You can shove your little title on your ass, Your Highness. You brought these barbarians here, I wanna see what you’re going to do now.”
Wanda growled, audibly, with her hand clutching around her sword dangerously. Their nerves were escalating out of proportion, so you did the first thing that came to your mind. Almost innocently, you placed your hand on Wanda’s shoulder as if trying to ground her, somehow.
For a few moments, she let it. Her eyes trailed to your hand and to back to your eyes for a few seconds until she figured this intimacy wasn’t appropriate enough for her taste and slapped your hand away, as one does with a disgusting fly.
“Carol.” Your tone was underlined with a warning and the woman looked at you. “I understand and respect your worries but you, of all people, know that the Kree wouldn’t hire some bandits to attack us. They’d do it themselves. And these guys bled red just as we did.”
You held Carol’s eye contact, until the woman relented and nodded at you. Her instance, in turn, shifted from dangerous-ready-to-attack to attention. She was ready to jump into action if needed but took a few steps back and let go of this argument.
Again, you tried, this time looking around the room as to emphasize your words. “Together. Is the only way to find out who set us up.” You were rewarded with some nods but soon Wanda found her voice again and dropped a bucket of cold water on your ideas.
“Bold of you to assume that I’ll work with your… scum.” She dropped her hands to her hips in a defiant pose. “We can fend for ourselves.”  
There were thousands of remarkable comebacks that you could throw her way, but you limited yourself to sigh. Taking a deep breath as if said breath could summon a little more patience, you commanded everyone in the room to leave. Taharrian or Sokovian, every single one of the presents obeyed.
“Ladies, gentleman, could you excuse us for a moment?” Your voice was soft, a simple request but still a command. Wanda was completely impressed with how easy her own people followed your demand.
It was impressive how you didn’t have to try, there was just this sheer confidence in your whole body as if this was a physical trait now. But if the redhead thought about it, your whole life you grew up knowing you’d be a ruler and your whole life you prepared yourself to stand tall before friend or foe.
Just like you had said to her, years ago, at King Tony and Queen Pepper’s wedding: “Enemies must see our strength. Flaws and weakness may encourage rebellion, we can’t afford that.” Wanda, for sure, saw the strength but something else.
Kindness.
You were sarcastic, yes. Extremely playful at moments that Wanda deemed inappropriate, not to mention the suggestions about intimacy that you insisted it should be public knowledge. However, she had never seen you speak unkindly with your subordinates and subjects, especially with hers.
Your strength relied, Wanda understood, not in your combat skills or obvious knowledge but because you were always kind and behaved as if there was no difference between ruler and ruled. And, more importantly, this wasn’t an act or a play to full or lure people into you.
It was simply who you were.
The power held by your eyes, scanning Wanda’s soul was too entrancing, maddening even. So the princess took one step back and busied herself with a cup of wine, not bothering to offer you one. Her body reacted strangely when you were close to her and all she needed right now was distance.
But she wasn’t getting any.
Wanda watched as Maria Rambeau stopped close to you on her way out of the tent and when your eyes were drawn to your friend, Wanda realized she could breathe again.
Your attention shifted from Wanda, who watched you like a hawk, to Maria, who had a not so satisfied knowing look on her face.
“I see the way you look at her.” Her voice was low as to not draw attention, especially from whom she was talking about.
You smiled softly, hoping this could settle some of her worries. It didn’t.
“Before you go and try to get into her bed, can I remind you that we’re at war and she is our enemy?” As last resort, Maria tried to knock some sense into your thick skull.
“Maria, have you ever seen me do something so stupid like that?” You asked, the face of seriousness, but she wasn’t buying. She knew you too well now.
“Dozens of times. Literally.” She hissed, letting you know she wasn’t amused by your attitude. “And I saved your ass a lot to know that when you want a woman, you get. But maybe, this time would be wise to avoid more problems with the Maximoffs.” You could see right through her scolding. She was concerned.
“I know what I’m doing, Rambeau. Trust me.” You flash her a sly smile as if this could help settle part of her worries, but a shake of her head as she walked out of the tent told you that she trusted that you would make something stupid. As always.
And you probably would.
Wanda Maximoff possesses an undeniable beauty that verges perfection itself and after the past few days made you realize that she’s way much more than a pretty face, for you saw not only her fighting skills but also how intelligent she was.
If anything, the woman you came to know was beyond extraordinary and she had you admiring her, drowning in those deep, green orbs without a single clue as to how pull back.
You took a long, deep breath and exhaled audibly as if this could clear your head.
“I know you don’t like us. Or trust us.” You started and after her eyes locked with yours again, you continued. “But these men killed Lord Rogers, so you’d think we lied about our bargain.” You spoke softly, Wanda was only a few steps away from you.
“You weren’t supposed to be part of the exchange, Princess. Think. Everything adds up.” You pleaded. “So many bandits? Only a few would survive this massacre and the news at Wolfgang would be that we killed Rogers even though we agreed with a truce. Even though you agreed with a truce.”
“Not to mention that those shady men looked awfully like the ones attacking your crops at Karov before this all began.” You added as an afterthought.
Your voice resonated through the tent while Wanda’s head spun. “How do I know that you’re not lying to me right now?” Then she looks at you once more. “How can I be sure you’re speaking the truth?”
The intensity poured from her eyes was breathtaking. Your stomach fluttered as if you were on your ship in the middle of a summer storm, even though your feet were very much grounded.
It was unsettling.
“You can’t.” Finally, you found your voice somehow. She turned to look at you again, alarmed this time, but your face was blank. No mockery, no deceit. “There’s nothing that I can do to make you believe in me. And there’s nothing that I can say to make you trust me.” You elaborated.
She remained still, simply watching your every more or word as if her mind eye could see the truth through your words. Then, you tried again.
“So, I say you gotta risk it, Wanda. That’s the moment you got to choose. You can get out of your comfort zone and get to the bottom of this pile of lies or keep your head stuffed in the sand like an emu and pray for everything to be okay again.”
“Spoiler alert: it won’t.” You added, running your hand through your hair restlessly.
Wanda snorted at your words more out of reflex while her heart pondered about their meaning. And the more she learned about you, the more she felt you were right and being nothing but truthful.
But old habits die hard. She was raised to hate your kind. Liberalists like you never paid attention to the traditional ways, never respected other sovereigns, always mingling with some other kingdom’s war.
In Taharr anyone who proved their loyalty to the crown and did great services to the realm were granted with a lordship or ladyship, this meant that a commoner could rise on the society disregarding other traditional families. Actions like these certainly encouraged rebellion, enviousness, she supposed.
Vision always mentioned how brutal the Taharrians were. Or how there’s always someone aspiring to take the Queen down. For they envy more power than they could get, boldened with titles that didn’t and shouldn’t belong to them. Commoners always aspired for more than they could have.
Wasn’t this line of thought right?
However, if the past few weeks taught her something was that her previous knowledge didn’t add up with what she was seeing.
Maria Rambeau rose from nothing, yet she was an outstanding warrior and clearly had the respect of her peers. She clearly had your respect. And she, definitely, didn’t look like someone who would scheme to bring the royalty down.
And even Wanda knew how devoted Lord Barton was, he treated you as if you were his own daughter and would lay himself on the ground if that meant you wouldn’t get dirt on your feet.  
Wanda sighed. She was tired. Tired of fighting, arguing, thinking, learning.
“Lord Rogers was my subject, just as the people affected by the heists.” Wanda’s eyes locked on yours and you saw, again, her protective walls closing around her. “My people, my problem. You have your truce. So, take your men to your south.”  
“These are my people too, not only yours Wanda. They are women, children and they deserve to live their lives without fear. War is our life, not theirs. Let us help you hunt down whoever’s behind this.” You were adamant on not letting her shut you out now. Only your combined forces and minds could make any sense out of this puzzle. “Let me help you.”
Still, she could not see it the way you did.
“You want to conquer us so you can have all the resources to yourself. The great, relentless Queen Calanthe who can’t be defeated surely wants to defeat the Maximoffs and get our lands. She’d become a legend, not that she isn’t one already.” Wanda spat the same speech she had been for the past years.
It wasn’t difficult to understand that Novi Grad as one realm again would have no match in this continent, maybe even in Westeros. Food, gold or spears, never ran low in Taharr and in Sokovia, imagine how giant their kingdom would be if their forces were combined?
Queen Calanthe had tried a diplomatic approach before, Wanda remembered. Still hurts. Her father and mother were interested in a peaceful negotiation, but fate got in the way before any real discussion could take place.
During their trip to south, as they were the first Sokovians’ sovereign in ages to be welcomed in Triskelion, the ship her parents were travelling in got lost in a storm and separated from the escort vessels, then when pirates attacked, they were outnumbered and did not survive.
If Princess Maximoff were to be reasonable your mother wasn’t the one to blame, much less you, not really. But she was emotional, her heart blamed the gods, the seas but specially the Taharrians for trying to reach out and solve your quarrels.
If her parents didn’t leave the castle, didn’t leave Wolfgang, they’d be safe and still alive. She wouldn’t have to take hard decisions if they were alive; Her and Pietro wouldn’t be orphans at a young age, and they definitely wouldn’t be alone for almost a decade by now.
The hatred, the blame… She knew this was repetitive, but your presence was making her feel ill.
She couldn’t breathe, there were shivers up and down her spine whenever you made eye contact and her body itched. Maybe you had sabotaged her wine, for she knew this was your doing, somehow, and for that she hated you.
“This war was your idea, your caprice, not ours. This is not about our ambitiousness, but this thick proud heads of yours that can’t see past your hatred.” You bellowed, exasperated at how blind and stubborn a person could be. How stubborn Wanda was.
“Stop.” It was her turn to roar, and it nearly startle you. “Stop talking. We are enemies, not allies and I don’t need your protection in my own land.” She shouted, stressing her words as she spoke as if this was a concept that was taking too long for you to grasp. A concept that you should’ve known already.  
You bit your tongue about the protection part.
“Can’t you see that I’m tired of your stupid face and poor excuses? Can’t you see that I hate you?” Wanda continued, barking her words so passionately and you knew she meant it, this was the real Wanda Maximoff, devoid of all her decorous layers.
“You barely know me, Maximoff. Why do you hate me?” Your reply came in a serene voice that was so soft that made Wanda’s head spin for a moment due the contrast. “For real, not this childish reference about our realms feud.”
You took one step towards her and saw Wanda’s eyes go down to your feet and back to your eyes. As if this action could make you stop walking. It didn’t. “Tell me why do you look at me the way you do, as if I had personally inflicted you pain? Even the way you pronounce your hate towards me feels personal. Why?”
Wanda’s body now shook and every single step you took closer only provoked waves and waves of this strange feeling that she didn’t have a name for. For the nth time, Wanda felt conflicted about her emotions, and she didn’t know what to do.
There was something powerful between the two of you and she always named it as hate. Though, inside her heart she knew this hate was different. She hated everything you made her feel. Hell, she hated the intensity which you looked at her right now.
Desire.
Everything she wanted, everything she desired was to hate you the way she’s supposed to. But she desires to learn who the real woman beneath your title is. Wanda desires to understand how can you affect her so much, without even trying?
Against better judgement, the redhead caught herself replying.
“Because you get under my skin, more than anyone has ever been. And for that I hate you.” Wanda’s voice was low, but still had an edge of something that made your skin crawl. “Because I don’t know why I want you to go further.”
You stood there, bewitched by her presence and words. Even in the poor light, her green orbs shone more than thousands of stars, and their power sent shivers down your body like never before.
Wanda Maximoff took one step closer, and you felt as though she was stealing the air. As though her powers included to freeze you in place so you could all but admire her perfections. Your chest was beating erratically and, though you tried, you couldn’t avert your eyes away from her.
Right in that moment, you were her willing prisoner.
Your mouth was dry, but you managed a few words. “I’m tired of fighting, Maximoff.”
With her, with Sokovia, with bandits, with enemies, with the foreign emotions she made you feel. You didn’t want to fight anymore. “I hate you.” As her hot breath hit your face, you could feel her voice burning with passion as she meant every word she spoke. Though, none of you knew that this feeling was not hate at all. Quite the opposite.  
“I hate you too.” Your voice was flat, but you couldn’t deny or pretend that your heart wasn’t hammering inside your ribcage. Especially now that you realized how close you were.
Until you weren’t.
As if in slow motion, you felt Wanda pulling you by the fabric of your tunic into her personal space and attacked your lips.
For a whole moment, you froze but a second later you kissed her back. As if acting on automatic, your arms pulled her into you by grabbing her waist, completely flushing her body against yours.
Then everything was Wanda. Her hair, her tongue, her mouth, her hands. It was as if she was claiming your very soul with such a simple action.
The princess gasped softly when her back touched the table behind her, allowing your tongue to slip past her lips. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull when her tongue clashed against yours for dominance, and your heartbeat was so erratic that you thought your organ would explode.
It was a sweet battle provided by her soft lips and you, for once, didn’t mind in fight.
Usually, your senses wouldn’t be so slow to keep a track of your surroundings, but you were so drunk in her scent, so lost in her lips that took you a little too long to grasp a shift on the atmosphere in the tent.
Somehow, a voice inside your head screamed for you to break the kiss. Later you’d thank that voice.
As soon as you pulled back from Wanda, you saw two things: one, the redhead lips chasing after yours as to reconnect the kiss and two, a figure in full black with a dagger centimeters away from the two of you.
It was remarkable how fast your survivor mode kicked in.
With one hand, you pushed Wanda away from you, so her back arched further over the table. But before she could complain at your sudden harshness, she saw your other hand blocking the hooded figure from slashing her metal over your heads.
Quite out of character, Wanda screamed in horror before her head broke from her stupor and joined the fight.
You were skilled, very much so, you and Wanda knew this. But your opponent was faster, and far much more skilled. You dodged, threw objects, tried to block with anything you could find and counterattack with anything resembling a weapon, but this new enemy kept moving around the tent relentlessly.
Few cuts were already visible on your tunic, and you knew some of those had reached your skin, nothing life threatening, but if you kept this pace, this assassin would have you in shreds in minutes.
Wanda attacked and the assassin’s attention shifted to her, granting you time and space to attack with a fire poker. Though before you could do real harm, they turned back to you and counterattacked.
Helped by the furniture that got in the way, they had you pinned down and their dagger were centimeters away from your throat. Their hood only allowed you to see only their eyes and it was darker and colder than the northern seas at night.
They’d be your demise.
Then, everything seemed to happen at the same time.
There was a commotion at the entrance of Wanda’s tent and the assassin blinked right before you could see a piece of metal piercing their neck, then their lifeless body weighted over you. In shock, you realized, Wanda had just saved your life.
As you pushed the body off you onto the ground, you locked eyes with her, and you could see the despair flooding those green orbs that you grew so fond of. She was scared and your heart ached to comfort her, but you weren’t alone anymore.
Your moment was broken. Just as fast as it started.
Wanda dropped her sword as if the metal piece weighted a ton, her hands were shaken and her whole body shook with a sick feeling that she couldn’t control. Or understand.
She hated you, yet she had kissed you and her lips still tasted yours when the idea of losing you was terrifying.   
“Princess!” Maria Rambeau and Natasha shouted at the same time as they approached both women.
Lady Rambeau kneeled by your side and accessed your wounds. “Princess!” She patted your cheek lightly as to bring you out of your shock until your eyes focused on hers.
“I’m okay, Maria.” Your voice was low, almost as if you weren’t really paying attention at her. She followed your gaze and found that you had averted your eyes back to Wanda.
“She’s fine, Princess.” Maria reassured, thinking you were worried that Wanda got hurt.
Well, you were worried, but you were still trying to process everything that had happened in a span of minutes. You went from arguing to kissing to fighting for your lives and now her eyes burned your heart and soul.  
You nodded and let the past events fall to the back of your head, at least for now, for Romanoff’s voice brought your attention back to present as soon as it reached your ears.
“A Black Widow.” The assassin revealed, ravaging through the dead’s clothes as to find any clues.
That made sense. Only someone with that skill level could easily overpower you and Wanda at the same time. Only someone with spy skills could’ve entered the tent after strutting the campsite undetected.
Then, after looking on another pocket, the Sokovian spy found more clues to add to the pot. A golden coin unmistakably from Sokovia and a small pendant beautifully worked in a golden form of a lioness.
All eyes were on you.
“I’m afraid you’re their target, Your Highness.” Natasha voiced what everyone in the tent were already thinking. After all pockets were cleared, she got up to her feet and dropped both the pendant and the coin on the table.
Wanda took small steps towards the objects as if they were a menace. The implications were clear: someone in Sokovia wanted the Young Lioness dead and the prospect of your death made her sick in the stomach. Somehow, it felt as if she was responsible for your attack.
“Who would want you dead?” Maria asked to no one in special. It was more a question to herself, as if the action could help her find the answers of this entangled puzzle overflowing with odd things or facts that didn’t add up.
“Who doesn’t?” You retorted sarcastically, and the captain sighed, relieved that you were back to your common self, no longer lost in shock. “Wanda?” You asked tentatively and the woman locked eyes with you.
A sour taste impregnated her mouth and Wanda’s head couldn’t seem to stop replaying the scene of the assassin with their knife ready to slice your throat and the life out of you. The Scarlet Knight tried to focus, but her nerves got the best of her.
“I don’t know.” Wanda’s eyes were glossy, and she hated to be seen so weak. Not in front of Lady Rambeau or Natasha, but in front of you. “Please, leave.” She sobbed and turned away from you.
Romanoff’s head turned to her protégé, then at you and nodded. Silently asking you to comply with the Maximoff’s request.
You hesitated. You wanted to take the remaining steps that separated you from Wanda, so you could comfort her and hold her until everything was sorted and solved. But you didn’t.
In the end of the day, Wanda Maximoff was still your enemy, and you were a Lioness with a dead bounty over your head. Nodding back to Natasha, you left the tent without looking back.
As you walked away, Wanda felt a heavy cold blanket covering her whole body. There was a traitor playing the cards, that much was clear, but right then and there, she couldn’t help but think that she too was a traitor.
It was undeniable that there was a pull between the two of you, and she understood that her heart, somehow, harbored feelings towards someone she wasn’t supposed to. She was a princess from a realm with a deadly war against yours, her captain got killed after you took him as hostage, yet she couldn’t bring herself to think as she used to.
Traitor.
With the tip of her fingertips, she traced her lips and the redhead sworn she could still taste yours. It was exhilarating, disturbing, yet magical. One touch and the whole room vanished, one kiss and she forgot who she was.
Yes, she was a traitor. In her mind’s eye, this was unacceptable, absurd even. How one develops feelings towards their enemy? Fortunately, your home was far, far away from hers. Maybe with distance she’d come to her senses and her heart would stop betraying her reason.
Maybe with distance, she wouldn’t betray herself.
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The next few days nothing really changed. Well, actually, your guard had increased in number and in patrols and even in your tent there would be a knight to protect you in case another assassin decided to show up.
Everyday Sokovians and Taharrians reunited in order to discuss their ideas or knowledge about this strange web of facts. And the sum of their info together granted them few answers.
For starters, they understood that Hydrarr had more participation in this mess than they previously thought, for Natasha tracked the dead Black Widow and learned that the woman lived in Cross Bones Village – Hydrarr’s Capital. With the wax and the assassin, this couldn’t be a coincidence.
Secondly, the group asserted that the bandits that attacked them several days ago were the same bandits railing Sokovia’s crops this whole time.
And third, the pendant with a lioness beautifully crafted in gold had an artist signature from Wolfgang Village, a man that only worked for the nobility in Sokovia and probably kept a record of his services.
So, this strange group of detectives formed by sworn enemies, realized that someone in Hydrarr or Sokovia, maybe both, was calling the shots in this dubious game of war. And this someone belonged to nobility with access to the castle and to King Pietro, for they knew where the entourages would meet to retrieve Lord Rogers.
Days had passed and though it was incredibly good to learn so many things about this war, you couldn’t shake away the memory of Wanda’s kiss.
Despite your attempts, Wanda never allowed you back into her tent for a private meeting. And after having your request denied twice, you understood the message, she didn’t want to be alone with you. She didn’t want to talk about the kiss nor to relieve it.
You respected her, of course. Even in your head this romance seemed farfetched, and this was saying something when you had your share of complicated relationships before. This wasn’t complicated, this was a girlish dream where one could find their soulmate and live happily ever after.
Real life was not a fairy tale.
As the meetings prolonged, you would always take your time to look at Wanda. To properly look at her. Somedays she’d show up dressed in confidence and others you’d see her puffed eyes or her strained smiles.
But there wasn’t a single day where you didn’t want to reach her and simply hold her body against yours. Touch her silk like skin, feel her warmth, feel her breath, feel her.
Much like a virus, the Maximoff impregnated and flooded your thoughts day and night. Though you had never felt like this before, you knew that your heart was inexorably falling. And there was nothing that you could do about it.
Unfortunately, there were still some mysteries to solve, and the increasing amount of snow was a somber reminder that their leads would run cold if they did not hurry. And that meant that they had to leave the camp and march their respective homes.
Only you couldn’t.
There was no way in hell that you would go back to Triskelion without getting to the bottom of this. The only problem was that the answers were guarded in Wolfgang, Sokovia’s Capital. You couldn’t just ask your unit to go with you, this would attract too much attention. Not to mention the danger and, of course, Wanda would never allow it.
You needed to go on stealthy mode. Luckily, you knew the perfect person for it. You only had to convince your guards to march south without you.
“Not going to happen.” Lady Danvers exclaimed as soon as you shared your plan.
“C’mon, Danvers, don’t start acting all serious and preoccupied now. You’re fan of action just as I am.” You intervened. “I just need you to stall.”
She snorted. “Do you have any idea of what your mother will do to me? Or my wife?” Carol ran a hand through her hair, and this was her tell-tale that she was already worried about the outcomes. She knew you too well, though, you wouldn’t change your mind.
“It won’t be your fault. Barton and I will march right after the Sokovians and everybody else will think I’m resting inside my tent.” You tried, you needed her help, otherwise Maria would think the Sokovians kidnapped you and would wrack havoc until she gets you back.
“Fuck.” Carol spat, then nodded. She hated being your friend. “But this is madness, Princess.”
“What’s the worst thing that can happen to me?” You opened your arms and looked around as to show her the place you were in, for in your head, a bounty was worse than death itself.
A threat like this is like breathing with a heavy rock over your chest. It’s breathing, but like hell uncomfortable. “Valar Morghulis.” You enchanted something that your years wandering in Essos and Westeros had taught you.
“Good luck explaining that to the Queen.” Carol kept her façade, but you knew she’d give in. She always did. No matter how much in trouble she’d get into.
You looked around, you didn’t have much time. The Sokovians would leave soon, and you wanted to go on their wake. Not too close as to not draw attention and not too far as to stay too exposed, alone in the woods that you and Barton knew so little about.
Captain Danvers sighed and cursed herself lowly before asking. “What do you think you’re going to do?”
“Clint used to be a spy and his stealthy skills are undeniable.” You began, the plan had one too many blank spots, and anything could go wrong, but you and Lord Barton knew about the risks. You were both going into this willingly and highly aware of its dangers.
“We’re going as commoners to Wolfgang Village, maybe stay a few days in a brothel as to keep a low profile while we’ll investigate the leads we have so far.” You shared your ideas, it looked simple, and you only hoped it wouldn’t get too complicated.
Carol’s hand pitched the bridge of her nose, as if foreseeing the possible outcomes of this absurd. “And you think they won’t recognize you at all?”
“Natasha Romanoff will help us. She’s aware of our plan.” You confided. It was astounding how easily was for the spy to agree with your plan, but you supposed that after losing her best friend, she’d want revenge and, in her mind, it didn’t matter who would help her get it.
She even tipped you about what gate you should use to access the city, for she knew they used to accept more gold than they should to let people inside the city without many questions.
“Does Princess Wanda know about this madness of yours too?” Carol inquired, voice far from the light tone she’s used to speak with. This is a death wish and she’s digging her own grave by indulging this foolish adventure.
Your eyes flashed with hurt, you didn’t have had alone time with Wanda, no matter how hard your heart craved for it. The kiss was a mistake, and the redhead was too intelligent, naturally she understood this. You, on the other hand, let the emotions get the best of you.
You wanted her still. Despite everything. Because of everything.
“Unknown.” You finally said. “I gotta go.” You muttered, after hearing the shouts of sokovians troops finally moving.
Carol nodded but hugged you before you could leave. “Please, don’t get yourself killed.”
“I won’t.” You smiled lightly at her and rushed through the trees where Clint was waiting for you with the horses and provisions, ready to sink in the craziest adventure ever.
A Lioness would enter the wolf’s den.
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Travel Blog Anime Festival Kassel! - Part 1
27.-28. October 2023
The last convention for me this year, read further for my impression of this event which was held in Kassel for the first time, me being super chaotic, enjoying things and attending the cosplay competition.
And yes I was totally going as past!Allen the times I was "not" in costume as my glasses are round too and I had to put on the shirt/waistcoat anyways. I just HC him as an explorer when he goes to places, its my kind of having silly little fandom moments. But now to the travel blog.
Friday, Travel & Coming 'home'
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Travel day. I started a bit chaotic from home and later than planned but rain was forecasted the whole day and a serious hiking day was not really possible. I noticed I forgot my phone charger as I was already out and my first mission was to buy a replacement. As I arrived in Kassel I had to take a reroute as there was so much traffic but I know the city and its corners it was fine to me. All the familar places and ... I just felt home. For 19 years my favorite convention was held in Kassel until it moved to Wiesbaden this year and I was completely devastated how they handled it and left Kassel crying last year and I am just so SO happy to be able to return.
I quickly checked into the Hotel and went to the convention hall and just the feeling of seeing it again made me so content, even with the rain, the cold weather, the phone charger etc. AND the fact the Con contacted me that my script for the Contest has to be changed as there was some equipment different.
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I went through the park and was just thriving. Then into the city checking a few places, actually got a charger after asking the sales manager of a itty bitty corner store if they have some - i was super proud I did that, past-me would have given up and just searched for a big electronic store to drive to to avoid talking to people.
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As I walked back to the hall I came across a very fancy bakery/café I had discovered last year and they sold halloween themed confectonary again and ... this time I actually bought some. I dared to go in there and bought two petit fours and even as the seller asked me something twice I was just casually replying I am .. so proud. You know I suffer from severe social anxiety and a situation like this would have been enough to break me for a whole weekend, on top with the charger thing. But I was managing well. It was quite late then as I got back to the hall but still decided to ask if I could get my ticket for the next two days already to avoid waiting. Another step further for me, usually I would have chickened out. Everyone there was very darling I am looking forward on how they organize the actual convention days.
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Back in the hotel I had (very late) dinner, but I was just mentally in such a good place that it didn't mess with my head.
Saturday - 28. October - Contest day
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Slept okay for the fact I usually sleep bed when not home, super excited for the day. But took it slow, went through my script a few times (finally after not doing so for the last days) to recall it.
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Then headed out to Kassel to fetch a few things, I like to give myself small tasks to have something to do when I am alone. Like just getting some snacks.
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After returning to my car I started painting... my make up. I actually avoid doing a lot of make up for Allen as my eyes hate it and I don't think he is a make up type but as it was for the contest I wanted to upgrade everything a little bit.
It was starting to rain again and ... someone please remind me more often that the first Uniform has a HOOD I can use. I ... will come back to that later.
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After a bit of waiting time due bag control I finally was able to enter the hall. It felt again like home but also different. When you came in you had several vendors, Manga, Merch, some artists inbetween. Even a tattoo artist?! And like at the Polaris you had several vendors of dried fruit... ehm.. okay? Like I am always for more healthy options aside the vendors selling tons of asian candies and ramen.
What I really liked about the structure they had for the hall is that they actually used the hallways better than the other con, less "lost" space. Yes they have a smaller audience but it seemed so much smarter to me to use the hallways for artists instead of putting them into super small rooms with no space to move in.
For the vendors and all there was .. lots of Genshin Impact again and Demon Slayer I think? I am a bit spoiled by the last cons especially the bookfair and the polaris in regards of a great diversity of artists, this was alright I guess. Not much for me to buy.
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What was interesting is that the city had rented the hall to another convention but for ... doctors. Weird, but worked. As I got recognized as Allen later on I was able to talk with the two and one told me a few interesting things about the Con that moved to Wiesbaden and some facts that the Anime Festival will be bigger next year. I got encouraged to voice my opinion more often by them, as all they heard was only positive about the other Con (they didn't attend as well... reasons).
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Then .. the contest. I was quite nervous, got in my snacks and some lunch before I went to prejudging. Was able to chat with the other attendees during the wait and was quite a lil hyper bunny as it was my turn. I have to say the judges were super darling about everything. They were all cosplayers, some super expierenced and one even a super huge name here. I got complimented for my make up (which I adjusted a bit more after lunch) to try to get my lashes white and all. That I made pockets, that the uniform has a lining, that the pattern was selfmade and the functional buttons. etc.
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We were supposed to meet up 30 mins later, I waited with No. 6 (I was No 4) and got a bubble tea because my anxious mind needed something to do and I was super thirsty. I downed it so fast they went "WAIT HOW". Haha. I am used to drink a lot.
After it we were brought to the backstage and it seemed to take forever until it was my turn. No 3 before my was in a wheelchair and the crew did a great job to help her getting up the stage and stairs. And with the applause I was sure they would get the 1st rank. They did a performance as Sheego from Kim Possible.
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My turn was. I walked, babbled my text, actually looked at the audience and noticed it was indeed THE MOST BIGGEST STAGE they have and the whole room was full of people, I had to improvise a bit as I was not able to stuff everything into Tim but I managed well.
I was super proud and watched the rest of the contest in the audience (they had seats reserved for us). Overall it was 10 performances. The majority was voice clips/moving to them, or just music and doing a dance/pose.
Mine was actually a small sketch that was Allen looking out for Timcampy, finding and scolding him for flying away. All during the search for Cross. Then I asked the audience if they had seen the master and showed my drawing of him. Then I scolded Tim for not getting my stuff back in as I was handling too many things at once. Haha.
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The ranking later on was well, place 3 was a huge ass Spamalot/Monty Python and the Holy Grail Group and I was sure they will be ranked. 2nd was the Sheego, whom I had seen on 1. And 1 was a Kiki (Kiki's delivery service), I found hers rather boring to be honest as it was just an english voice clip that didn't fit the outfit or any acting at all, but well, Ghibli and cutesty bonus I guess. I would have seen others ranked.
Later on I went to pick up where I got ranked but ... in fact the voting system was hacked/there were annormalities and therefore there was no ranking other than the main 3.
I talked with some other of the contestants about the results and all were quite baffled. The two started last even said the results were not into their favor anyways as the moderators procrastinated 5 minutes to get them on stage and the majority indeed already had voted.
One last thing here: I am amazed by the positive words I got, that the performance was good and that you couldn't tell that it was my first time joining a contest, that I should do it more often. This really means a lot to me.
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The rest of the day was me strolling through the halls & park again, sometimes in the park too. But the weather was not that good, it was raining a lot. I was torn about getting a maple themed bowl but as I got to really buying it it was sold out, so I got the chestnut kitkats I had eyes all the time.
I noticed I was super done for the day, there were several concerts left but I was just feeling the day and the snacks weren't holding me longer. But it was pouring... and the food vendors were outside.
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After another 30 minutes I remembered I HAVE A HOOD and quickly went to the car to scrub the make up off my face and get some cotton pads from the store along with something to go with my instant noodles + tofu I had brought along. I wanted to eat in peace and not cramped outside in the rain.
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The day ended for me in the hotel, tired, exhausted but quite well. What annoyed me though was that there was an event with a live band in the hotel. Good bye sleep.
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Ending the day with food in the hotel, my little haul from stores and the fact the make up refused to get off. I would have some "fun" the coming days with that.
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