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thevampirearchive · 2 years

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Let me rewrite episode 5, because they made no sense and only made us mad, reinforce them weird racist dynamic and yeah just unnecessary hurt.

I enjoyed the dialogue, I enjoyed the pacing, but I’d have cut off the politician scene and have them simply see the investigations happening / read it in the paper

I’d not have Antoinette be involved at all, rather have her be a ‘temptation’ but be shut down (or perhaps be there after Claudia left)

I’d have had Claudia leave, seek out vampires and find a clan, watch them from afar and see their ‘evil’ and realized she was better off and safer with Lou and Les. Ex. Witness them torture their prey, eachother or something. The SA was unnecessary and a weird move on their part.

I wouldn’t have 7 years go by, but rather maybe a year. Where Louis does search for her, without luck and is deeply trying to find her. Their house wouldn’t be a mess, but deprived of the light and joy that once made it a home. Louis barely eating fixated and obsessed, resenting Lestat and Lestat trying to keep it together (thinking it’s for the both of them)

Then I would have had her come back, ask for forgiveness as she did, but admit she was only there for Louis and say her piece. There would have been verbal altercation, heated. I would have wanted for Lestat to go to attack her but be stopped by Louis. Les is stronger but his full strength isn’t show till they’ve tussling, pushing and on brinks of a proper fight. Lestat would actually hurt Louis, the first and only time he’s ever done so. Instantly, I’d have the room fall silent, including Claudia who would have been begging Lestat to let Louis go. Shock on all of them, because as vile as Lestat had been, and what he was going to do (or not) to Claudia, he was never going to actually hurt anyone. But Louis is there, blood drawn, maybe even a bruise. Lestat would try to immediately apologize, beg for forgiveness and explains that he’d been pushed too far. Louis would simply hold his hand up, refuse to hear it. They’d speak quietly, Lestat would have his speach, tell Louis he never wanted this but did it for him, ask him why he would not love him HIM ALONE! Louis would get up, head upstairs and Lestat following, trying to have Louis face him but even his touch is unwanted after what he’d done. ‘Don’t fucking touch me’ he’d snap, continuing inside, Claudia closely behind, she may even be repeating ‘I told you Daddy Lou, he’s a monsters-‘ Lestat would try to ignore her, he couldn’t have what happened before happen again. The sun would start to rise and Lestat would plead but with no success. Louis and Claudia would be packed and ready to go, where, doenst matted, anywhere but here. And in the end, Lestat would stand by the door, knowing they would leave because he’d not fight Louis — not again. This was what he (Louis) once wanted and now, Lestat knows he’s ruined it. He tells him he’d never stop loving him, apologize again but as Louis tells him what he wants, ‘let me go’ — that he wants Lestat to move and to never try to seek them out, Lestat would say the infamous ‘anything for you’ and let them go.

The next episode would be an attempt of reconciliation, one where Lestat still attempts to keep away but he’s trying to make Louis and Claudia’s lives easier with what he can (money, power, influence over the town to assure the witch hunt on Louis ends so he can have his business back and do what he wanted to) Claudia would be happy, but know that as much as Louis loves her, Lestat was his soulmate and he’s never truly the same. Months would go by, maybe even a year. Claudia never forgave Lestat for turning her, even if it was for Louis. She’d plot his death, knowing if he still was alive he’d never leave them alone — always watching over them. Louis would read her diary, something he never did again after that last time. By then, he would have secretly been seeing Lestat, short instances where they would sit in silence and Lestat would attempt to mend them. Louis would want him back but never sure if he could ever trust him, forgive or forget. But by the time he felt that maybe he could, Claudia would have done it. Louis wouldn’t be mad, he would simply be filled with sorrow. The love for Claudia would never disappear but he wish things had been different, that her turning and not been how it was but instead a gift like his was (and at this point, he would have accepted what he was, slower with every encounter with Lestat) Lestat would die in his arms, even if he could have saved him, he knew if he attempted he’d loose Claudia again. “Choose me” Lestat would plead but Louis would never have made it. Lestat would have died in his arms and Louis would forever wish he had died with him.

Thé interview would have been in memory of Lestat, it would have never been something to make him be hated or have Daniel think Lestat was a monster but simply Louis love tragic love story — one he never forgot.

And that ladies and gentlemen, is how I sleep at night — creating my own versions and being satisfied to delusion-myself into believe that’s what’s happened / will happen. Wish y’all could read Vivs’ versions, it’s brilliant too! Maybe one day!

#thoughts #vampire chronicles #vc #Lestat #Louis #Claudia #IWTV #iwtv ep 5 #remastered

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the-firebird69 · 5 months

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This loser Trump thinks he's winning because he's having some things affect some people and he has something effect our son and he said he's going to cave but every single time instead of for years and it's never been proven to do anything and he is harassing him very badly with this crap he's harassing him in this scene Trump gets shot and we'll see you will see by who and there's such a war with bja and Brad Jason and Tommy Apple versus Trump everyone needs it badly

The guy thinks she's great and she's going to get shot in the head and he's singing his own praise to our son like it's supposed to believe that he's going to be doing something it's ridiculous he goes in his own body okay he doesn't use robotics cuz he sucks at it and he puts his people in robots he's a huge pig and a moron I went tired of him and his antics are ridiculously nauseating and our son is looking at him like well I hate you already now I have to do something to you and we do stuff too but we went up fool this guy is a huge huge jackass celebrating his own death when he was governor he's going to die as governor of Florida no California and the guy died again they put him in the ground a few days ago it's a symbol about California and it's in there rubbing it in into our sun I'm the balls it's like what the f*** is wrong with you look at the guy that's what he does for a living he must be test riding the caskets seeing which ones are comfy cozy to wake up in I mean the f***** deserves it he helped a whole bunch of people go away and a valuable it's over soon at all he didn't do any real work by the way

So the people at the funeral were upset and they're saying he just is really not there is he he's mean to his own people he's going to stick you in robots heavy defend the last ditch effort for him to try and harm my wife trying to destroy a monster to try and blow up the planet I'd say that he's spent doesn't deserve to be anywhere you can't stand up in a uniform for one two seconds soon enough there's going to be a big problem with the guy and everybody's going to see it out west and Brad sees it he'll see in the video you'll see the video and you'll see it in reality and we think it's tomorrow

Thor Freya

He drives right into a protest against him and everybody's I shoot the stupid b**** and he gets blown away it comes back in like an hour and people see it start going after his people it starts a war and we want him out as Governor he's a huge prick we don't want him here either he doesn't try at all to move our friend here to where he's in power he's a loser and he says it all the time I'm getting rid of my own hey it's ridiculous now I said a whole bunch of people in the path for Pontiac we know how to do it and he'll be stuck in his own area making no cars and that's fine he'll try and come to other areas and we'll get him he'll save the Mac that we know he's not and it's easy ways to tell and you can't figure it out but I can't wait to blow that stupid mother f*****'s brains out so I can say it to him we saw your brains come out I'm so sick of him he's such an a****** he hurts so many people that are valuable and so many people mind for no reason just to feed his non-existent ego takes a lashing from a friend here it was like a three year old child I can't believe how stupid that guy is but they should do is like the car on fire and see himself the agony of seeing the idiot in an hour who the hell would dig the a****** out I need to know where this is or that girl's computers and leaving there the Jesus Christ is not out he's got a huge killer computer in Saturn what the f*** does this idiot know but nothing

And our friends said the last two lions and is true this guy's a piece of s*** and he's holding Jesus and Mary in there to try and say that he has a computer program and he doesn't I am so sick of these assholes they're doing the job of the empire and it's so God damn dumb

Brad

It's why he shoots you Trump it's not why he gets shot you f****** idiot you're so God damn dumb

Zues

It is why it happens and you're the one who gets shot Trump you f****** idiot

Hera

You're saying it wrong and you're stupid a****** pissing other people off they probably shoot all of us out there you f****** c*** so sick of you Trump you God damn moron

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semper-legens · 1 year

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73. Pet, by Akwaeke Emezi

Owned: No, library Page count: 203 My summary: There are no more monsters in Lucille. The angels got rid of them, long long ago. Before Jam was born. But when Jam accidentally summons a creature named Pet from a painting, it tells her there’s another monster. One that’s lurking in her best friend Redemption’s home. But that can’t be right...can it? My rating: 4/5 My commentary:

I'd heard a fair amount about this book before I read it, so I was cautiously optimistic about it going in. It had come up in lists of LGBT+ YA fiction, so of course I was interested in it. Akwaeke Emezi seems like a pretty cool author as well, and I love to read books about LGBT+ folks written by LGBT+ folks. And overall, I really liked it!

The setting of this story is a town called Lucille, where there once were monsters, but the angels drove them away. It's made pretty clear that both monsters and angels are, in fact, humans - monsters are people who did horrible things, angels are those who fought against them. It's alluded to that the angels haven't necessarily done good things in their past, but those days are behind them. Except there's a monster at Jam's friend's house, and a creature has come through a painting to hunt that monster. The setting was an interesting blend of magical realism, with the nature of angels, monsters, and creatures like Pet all meshing together to make a vaguely fantastical world that still has a grounding in reality. One thing I really liked is how this book used language. It's implied that most if not all inhabitants of Lucille are black, and they use different forms of language in their speech. Some use Standard English, some (like Jam's parents) use AAVE, Jam herself switches between spoken dialogue and signing, and Pet talks to Jam telepathically as well as out loud in a strange, circuitous dialect. It's really fun to read, and tells you a lot about their characters.

Jam herself is a very charming and engaging protagonist. She's a selectively mute, implicitly autistic trans girl with a strong sense of both loyalty and morality. She's slow to accept Pet as something that can help her, but her relationship with the creature progresses to true friendship. She struggles a lot with doing what's right, but her protective instincts over her friends and family are very sweet, especially when she is determined to help them no matter what. There's a coming-of-age element here too - Jam is learning to be independent of her parents, to make her own decisions about what's right and what she should do, and speaking truth to power.

My only real criticism of this book was how short it was! I wanted to play in this world a while longer, because it genuinely fascinated me. I want to know its history, its quirks, what the town is like to live in, that sort of thing. I appreciate, however, that less is probably more in the case of this actual narrative. The overall message of the book is about how 'monsters' can be lurking anywhere, and that no community is inherently safe from people doing bad things, but also to stand up against those people in a fair way. Pet wants to kill the monster, but Jam says no. Instead, she makes people aware of who he was and what he did, and so the community can put measures in place to stop what happened from happening again. It's a mature way of looking at the situation, and definitely suited to its YA audience. This book was great, and I'd highly recommend it!

Next up, a fable of a train, and its most precious cargo.

#Pet #Akwaeke Emezi #bookblr #book blog #book blogging #4

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rhinoyo · 3 years

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collette & marian besties + my au where mari leaves sharance

#artz #rune factory 3 #rf3 #rune factory #rf3 marian #rf3 collette #love them!!!!#ive had this au for a while it just makes sense to me for marian to move #she stops using the syringe that limits her magic n has a magical treehouse where she can explode anything she wants. basically <3 #she can live ANYWHERE SHE WANTS because she is SO POWERFUL and monsters stand NO CHANCE #I HAVE SO MANY MARIAN HCS EBEJJDKDJ all of her is made up in my head ZBENDJZ

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rightsforbrunomadrigalonly · 3 years

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Hey!

I just saw that your ask box is open!

I was wondering if I would request a fic about Bruno and his s/o, where his s/o would in her late twenties (they would meet first time when Casitas rebuild). They'd be such a strong couple, love each other at no matter what, and the Madrigals would support them.

One day she'd ask Bruno to gave her a vision cause she want to see how Bruno use his gift(she never saw it, only heard rumors about it) but he'd rejects her because he is afraid from the future. Afraid because he thinks he is not good enough for her or she'd leave him after the gossips in the town about him.

But finally he give up (he love her so much but he has sooooo much anxiety) and give her a vision, but for his surprise the sand globe and the glass sheet are totally empty. Bruno'd panic because he thinks something would happen with his s/o and he'd loose her, but after his family and his love support him through his breakdowns, they insist he should try once more.

And this time it would be something sweet like a marriage or whatever you prefer!

Long story short I need an angst fic with happy ending!

Thank you so much, feel free to ignore this if you don't like it or if you don't want to. You are amazing and I hope you have and amazing day!

{Word count: 2775}

{Warnings: Angst with a fluffy finish!}

{A:N: VERY MUCH SO YES A MILLION TIMES I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!! I do have some minor altercations though! While I think most of the family would be so ecstatic that Bruno found someone he loved, I feel Abuela may not be so accepting about the fact that she's so much younger than bruno! ALSO I AM SO SORRY IN ADVANCE FOR HOW STINKING LONG THIS THING IS. I KINDA JUST POPPED OFF AND COULDNT STOP GOING I LOVED THIS PROMPT TO MUCH. }

Growing up, gossip was a filthy mask that was passed around in the small Encanto where you lived. Trickling down from the prestiged Madrigal home, as far back as you could remember, you’d hear tales of a wicked brother. A man with dark intent and mystical powers of misfortune and horror, plaguing the village with pessimistic premonitions. Your Papa would tell the traumatic tales over an open flames, the night sky shimmering as the children ran around laughing and screaming. You never forgot those tales, and as a child you feared the man named Bruno. The unwanted Madrigal son haunted your mind, keeping you distant from the beloved family for so long. Your primos and primas would all play and laugh along with the other Madrigal children, but you always kept your distance, even when you grew past the age where monsters and superstitions shook your spirits. It was embarrassing to admit but even now at 28 years old, you still avoided the Madrigal family, ideas and conclusions of the eldest son harboring freely in your mind. You swore to yourself you’d never go anywhere near their casita, but when the town rumbled and cracks fractured through the villa, you knew you couldn’t stand by idly. The whole Encanto raised their hammers and shovels to help rebuild what had been lost, you knew you had to do the same and let go of the childish fears you held onto from the past. The family had contributed so much to so many of you, including your own familia.

Every morning you’d rise early setting the ovens within your family's bakery a blaze two hours earlier than usual to prepare food for the workers and families helping rebuild La Casa Madrigal. You’d bring arepas by the dozen, boxes of almojabanas, and two whole plantain bacon and cheese cakes, everything you’d need to feed a village. The first time you’d ever ventured up the mountain to the ruined wreckage that once held such great honor and hope for the village, your nerves had nearly eaten you alive. You’d spent most of the day hiding behind the concessions table next to your Mama and sister.

“You should go help them mija, the work will get done faster if we have all hands on deck. I can handle the food” your mother smiled, her palm cupping your cheek. “I saw Mirabel and Bruno in the courtyard trying to decorate the walls. You’re very artistic mi vida, why don’t you give them a hand.”

You wanted to vomit on the spot, your stomach pitting at the mere mention of Bruno Madrigal. “No! No, I just- uh I don’t think I’d be very much help over there. Maybe I can help place blocks in the kitchen, or clean up the scraps outside”

Your mother sighed, shaking her head in disappointment. “Mija, you have the most talent I have ever seen in this entire villa, and that isn’t me being biased. Your work is so beautiful, imagine the pride you’d feel taking part in something so important to this familia, to our community. I’d be so proud of my daughter, and I’d smile and tell everyone that your beautiful work is part of this casa” she gaslit, really laying it on thick as she grabbed your cheeks and smiled.

You gave a huff, worming your way out of her hold with a scowl. “Fine mama fine, please stop. I get the point, ay dios mio.” You grumble as you brush the confectioners powder off your hands and onto your pants.

Your stomach was a tidal wave of nerves as you slowly approach the two Madrigals, your eyes cautiously glancing Bruno’s frame up and down. He was nothing like the tales you’d heard. In fact if you hadn’t heard everyone gasping and gossiping about his presence, you would have never even guessed he was here. His face was soft, and his eyes shone with a dim glimmer of playfulness and relief as he watched his niece climb the ladder, strokes of her paintbrush creating small simple designs along the frame of the walls. He seemed almost approachable, not monstrous at all. Glancing up between the two you gave a sheepish smile, your hand giving a small raise as you mustered up the strength to use your voice “I like what you’re doing so far Mirabel, but can I offer a suggestion? If it’s okay I mean!”

The girl's curls bounced as her head turned towards you, a smile on her face “sure, I’m open to ideas! Whatcha’ got for me?” she asked.

“I was thinking you could do butterflies? Um, maybe between each flower, maybe like this” you hum extending your hand out for the brush.

She gives you a grin, handing the brush off with confidence as she steps down the ladder allowing you to step up instead. Your wrist flicks and effortlessly you create this beautifully simple shape between two flowers Mirabel had previously painted. “Something like this, and each butterfly could be a different color, maybe even in a different position too! Add a bit of personality to each one!” You could feel yourself relaxing under each stroke of the brush as you and Mirabel laughed and painted the day away, the sun filled sky dimming and the rays of dusk beginning to fill the space until it was too dark to continue working. It was an enjoyable time with some very unexpected company. You didn’t know the Madrigals were so lively and so easy to talk to. You didn’t know Bruno was so easy to talk to. From that point on your relationship with Bruno began to blossom like the beautiful flowers Isabela produced across town, the progress slowly burning into something special. Soon you couldn’t wait to see his face. You fantasized about those heavy green eyes of his, the way they’d get brighter when you walked into the room. You longed to see the dopey smile that crawled across his face whenever you’d laugh at the obscure jokes he’d crack. You’d go from counting the days, to the hours, to minutes before you two could see each other again, your heart feeling juvenile and giddy with emotions you’d never felt before…for someone you’d never thought you’d have the perspective to fall in love with. Eventually your small talks would turn into long over extended stays where the two of you would stay up till the crack of dawn, indulging yourselves with asinine inside jokes. You became Bruno’s closest confidant, and when the time came, the two of you became lovers, sharing an intimacy and passion the Madrigal family had never quite seen before from the dark haired shut away.

Despite the age gap, most members of the Madrigal family were ecstatic for you and Bruno. Julieta was overfilled with joy whenever she’d see your face around la casa. She’d grab you by the ears and pepper your cheeks with kisses. “Mi hermana bonita!” she’d squeal, causing you to chuckle and squirm. It made your heart jump to hear her call you sister. Your relationship with Bruno was still new, yet every time she greeted you it was with such warmth and with such confidence that you’d continue to be here in her brother's life. “You know, I’m not quite married to your brother yet”

She’d wave your comment off with a chuckle shaking her head “Please, I don’t need my brother’s gift to know you and him will be together for a very very long time.”

The sentiment of knowing Julieta approved so whole heartily of your relationship held a special place in your mind. It weighed heavily on your conscience to know certain members of la familia Madrigal were strictly against your relationship. It was an unspoken tension between you and Abuela that made the air thick and uncomfortable whenever you’d stay the night. It was the disgusted looks you’d catch from the corner of your eye, as Bruno would gently brush his fingertips against yours. It was the way the circles under your lover's eyes grew heavier, each and every time you saw him, the stress of his mother’s disapproval collapsing on his mind. Your own mind wandered and stressed about the longevity of your relationship. “Do you think…” you paused, your teeth anxiously picking at the skin of your lip as your eyes casted to the grout between casitas tiles. “Do you think Bruno would be able to see the future of our relationship?” You ask, breaking the unintentional silence you’d created.

There’s a lull in conversation as you await Julieta’s response. “Yes, but I don’t think if you were to ask he’d willingly look. It’ll take a lot of convincing and pushing Manita, and I’m not sure it would be the best thing to do.”

You gave a sigh, Julieta was rarely wrong, especially when it came to Bruno. Before you, no one knew the man quite as well as his sister did. Still…you felt the curiosity and desire to know kindling in the pit of your stomach. You had to ask. You spent the next 3 weeks poking and pressing every time you shared your lover's company. “Mi vida, please show me a vision. I want to see your gift in action. Nothing you could show me would ever tear my love for you Bruno,” you’d plead.

It’d take about 2 additional weeks of pleading before the man would finally cave, his heart yearning to do anything to make you happy. Even if internally it riddled him with anxiety to think about. You were over the moon when he agreed, eagerly awaiting as he dragged you up to the highest point of his room. Bless casita, for had there not been magic in this household you didn’t think you’d ever be able to make it to the top of those stairs. You watched as the object of your heart began to set up his typical ritual, your eyes taking in his every move. He was quiet the whole time, his hands trembling as he poured the sand around the two of you. “You seem nervous amor” you comment softly, a hand reaching out to take hold of his. “You have nothing to be afraid of.”

His fingers clutched onto you as he paused. “What if you don’t like what I show you Y/N. What if I see something bad and-....and you leave and you don’t come back. That happens more than you think, people just walk away from me. I don’t want to see you walk away too. What if I see something I don’t like!...I don’t know if I want to do this anymore.” He paused, releasing the breath he hadn’t even realized he was holding. It was obvious he was sinking away in his own anxious thoughts.

You smiled, planting a kiss right against the edge of his mouth, your hands pressing against the surface of his chest. “Bruno, breathe amor. I won’t hold you to this if it’s really causing you this much stress. Your mental well being means more to me than some silly vision. I can wait to see our future unravel before my eyes, the way it was intended to. I don’t need to rush every answer, I just wanted the experience with you.” You smile, thumb grazing against the stubble of his cheek. Your cheeks sting as your dimples deepen, his lips tug into a grin as well. “Do what you feel is right.”

His body is stiff, only for a moment before his shoulders drop and his eyes flutter closed. “I can do this, I can do this.” you hear muttered lowly under his breath before his routine continues.

You wait in anticipation as sage and smoke fill the air around you, a sudden chill picking up as the currents of the room begin to swirl around you. You take hold of the hands Bruno holds out in front of you, heart stopping to see the gorgeous emerald glow of his eyes staring back at you. “Hold onto me, and don’t let go.”

Doing as instructed, you grip his hands, lacing your fingers between his watching, waiting for something spectacular to take place. The winds blow and the sand swirls, everything seems typical to Bruno, except his vision is blank. In the sand there’s no images, no figures, nothing. Just sand whipping. “This isn’t right! T-This hasn’t happened before! I-I gotta stop! Why is there nothing here!”

His hold on you tightens, his chest rising and falling quickly as the winds begin to beat chaotically, thrashing around the room. Sand slashes your face and you can’t help the whimper that passes your lips as you turn your cheek away. Immediately everything stops, and Bruno’s hands are cupping your face, inspecting the scratches left behind. “This was a bad idea. I shouldn’t have- I should have….are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine. It’s just a tiny scratch, I'll be okay.” you murmur, hands trying to pull his trembling fingers from your face. “Take a deep breath, it’s okay.”

“No. It's-uh-It’s not. I did this and it’s my fault. I always make things like this happen, I cause bad things, I am a bad thing” he whimpers tears forming in the ducts of his eyes.

You shake your head, grabbing his face peppering the tears away before they can fall. “Mi cielo,shh. Do NOT talk about yourself that way. You didn’t know this would happen. Let’s just go downstairs, we'll get some fresh air and Julieta can fix my face, it’s going to be okay. I don’t think you make bad things happen, okay? It was just an accident, they happen. Come on. ”

When you leave that night everything feels…corrupt. You feel heinous for forcing the man you loved into exceeding his comfort zones. Julieta was right, not that you doubted she would be in the end, but sometimes you hoped you knew just a little bit more. It comes as a surprise when the next day Bruno asks to try the vision once again.

“Mi amor are you positive you want to do this again? I respect your boundaries and if you aren’t comfortable doing this we really don’t have to.”

“No, I want to do this. I just- I think I got a little too worked up, like you always tell me not to do, which I always do anyway cause- well that's not important,” he hums hands grasping for yours “just promise me you’ll love me no matter the outcome.”

Your lips seek his cheek, nose nuzzling against his as you smile “that’s a promise I can handle.” It takes time, but the two of you redo his trials, setting up once more to have your future read. You can feel your own nerves building as the sand swirls once more, but this time it's different. Things appear to be calmer and before long, images flourish in the sands of time around you. A cascade of emotions barrel through your heart as you watch imagery of you and Bruno, a gorgeous baby cradled in your arms as his forehead laid resting against yours. Heat radiates from his palms as they grow sweaty and his cheeks flush red. Eventually the winds stop and a tablet of Emerald collects from the images you’d just seen play out before you. Bruno’s hands hold onto the stone, his eyes refusing to pull from the slate. He’s speechless, drawn in and captivated by the prophecy in his hands. He’d never produced something like this…something good. His immersion is disconnected when he hears sniffling coming from you, his heart dropping. Immediately his mind flies to the worst case, the stone toppling from his hands. “I knew you’d hate it if I showed you something you didnt li- oof!”

Caught off guard, his eyes widen as his back presses into the sand of his cave, your lips pressing to every bare inch of skin they can find. “I love it. I love you, mi amor. I was so afraid- I was worried that because Abuela hated me, that you would grow to resent me and distance yourself from me as well.”

“What! Don’t be crazy, why would I ever ruin the best thing I’ve ever had in my life. I’ve come to grips with the fact that I don’t care what my mother thinks of me….I care what you think of me Y/N…I love you more than I ever thought I was kinda capable of.”

You can’t help the laughter that ripples through your body as you crush your lips against his

#bruno madrigal #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal x oc #encanto bruno #encanto bruno madrigal #bruno encanto #bruno x reader #encanto #julieta madrigal

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tartglias · 4 years

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almost falling (headcanons)

characters: scaramouche and xiao

warnings: VIOLENCE. i’m 98% sure i kept it slight but just in case don’t read if you’re sensitive please!!

request: “Anyway, so I'm requesting for Xiao and Scaramouche (fitting, they're sadists HAHA) their s/o (separate) is about to be thrown off the balcony after someone pushed them and hit the railings and they're about to hang on edge of their life. The boys just came back after whatever mission or errand they finished and saw the blasphemous attempt of a masochist (because how DARE they attempt such on their s/o?) Trying to kill their love. They sprinted or used their powers to get to them and stopped calamity from unraveling (sorta) into their world. Yes add some Overprotectiveness and probs them hunting to rip that masochist's head if it's not too much. Headcanons pls--“

[a/n: i loved this headcanon and i knew what you write from the start (which i never do lol), but the mental gymnastics i had to do to find the vocabulary omg... i can’t say i’m a big fan of how this turned out because of that]

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Scaramouche

Scaramouche had to do some business in Mondstadt, and since you wanted to visit your friend Amber, why not accompany him? It took a while to convince him since he usually doesn’t like the idea of mixing his personal and work lives, but he has a soft spot for you, believe it or not. Not that he would ever admit it.

Before he left you to do your things, he made you promise to meet him at the Good Hunter after an hour, on the dot. He had a busy schedule, but he still wanted to treat you lunch so you excitedly agreed by kissing his cheek and nodding.

After the meeting, he hoped to see you sitting down at one of the tables waiting for him, but instead, he saw no one. “I thought I made myself clear about punctuality” he thought.

“Did you see my partner? They’re about this height tall, *hair color* and probably accompanied by some friend called Amber?” he asked the girl that took orders at the Good Hunter, with a very obvious fake smile. “Not really, I’m sorry” she said, giving an apologetic look, which quickly turned into a frown. “Although, I thought Outrider Amber was out on a mission today. She even ordered some food supplies this morning, are you sure your partner was with her?”

He took a moment to think. He knows you were meeting with Amber because you kept rambling about how you haven’t seen her in forever and you wanted to surprise her. He can’t recall a time when you lied to him, either. Something about having an honest and open relationship with him, so you couldn’t have lied. And you wouldn’t leave the city without informing him, either.

So he decided to scratch out the possibility of having to search you through all Mondstadt. Then, he nodded towards the girl and left without saying a word.

Walking through the city, he paid attention to details. Something was off, he was sure of it.

After a while, he heard a yell. At first he wasn’t going to do anything about it, it’s not his problem plus he still has to find you. But when he realized the owner of the voice yelled “Leave me alone!”, he knew it was you. He ran towards the origin of the sound and found out that you were on top of the wall that protected Mondstadt.

He climbed as fast as he could and when he got to the top, his blood boiled at the sight.

A big tall man was holding your arms tightly, and then pushed you to the edge. Your back hit the railing and you let out a pained yell. You saw the man approach you with intentions of pushing you again, but before you could lift your arms to protect yourself, you heard thunder.

“You heard them, leave them alone. Now” you heard Scaramouche say. The atmosphere became dark and tense very quick, making a shiver go down your spine.

The man let out a short laugh. “You can’t intimidate me so easily. They were mine first, I’m just reclaiming my property”

Oh boy

“I don’t think you heard me, stupid. Leave them alone, now. Or I’ll make sure you suffer the most painful and slow tortures ever imagined. I have a whole book I want to test out anyways, you know.” Scaramouched threatened, and when you saw the look on his face, you gasped. You never saw him like that

He had a creepy smile, no, it was the smile of a sadist, actually. Small thunders came out of his fingers, and by each second, they grew stronger. You noticed that the man started shaking, now reconsidering everything. Scaramouche tilted his head a bit and let out a laugh. “You don’t want to play anymore?”

The man quickly left, or more like ran for his life without sparing you a second glance. You dropped down to the floor and noticed the sky get clearer, and so did the sound of thunder. You were still teary-eyed and overwhelmed from the situation with the man, but you lifted up your head to see a calmer Scaramouche.

You didn’t notice before, but his purple eyes were sparkling with pink thunder, and once he kneeled down in front of you, they turned back to their original color.

He wrapped his arms around you, keeping you close and away from the edge. “Are you alright, my beloved?” he asked you, a hint of concern filling his face. “Now I am. Scaramouche... I never saw you like that” you said, holding his hands that previously let out sparks and thunder.

You heard him sigh. “I lost control. Your scream and then seeing you almost falling... it made me snap. I can’t lose you.”

You kissed him, hoping that this way he can understand that you’re not scared of him and also reassuring him you’re not going anywhere either.

“You scared him for life” you said once you pulled away, laughing slightly. “I’ll scare him for eternity because he won’t be alive after I catch him”

Xiao

He told you numerous times to call his name if you ever found yourself in trouble. Even if it’s just a whisper, a thought even, you just have to say “Xiao” and he would drop whatever he was doing to come to rescue you.

In full honestly, you thought you could handle things on your own. You didn’t need him to come to rescue you, unless a very real danger was knocking on your door. Which unfortunately, leads to this situation.

Moments earlier, you were at the top floor of the inn, waiting for Xiao to come back. Everything was normal, until you noticed two suspicious looking men approach you. At first, you didn’t think much of it since adventurers often ask you for certain locations or roads. But this thought quickly changed when one of them came from behind, a little too close for your liking, before covering your mouth with his hand.

“A little birdie told us you’re close to an adeptus” one of the two men said, standing in front of you with a smug smile. “We need a favor”

It happened very quick, you were fighting for your life as you screamed and tried to kick the man holding you down. You almost succeeded, if it wasn’t for the other man in front of you. He held your arms tightly and pushed you towards the edge, you lost your balance and tripped over it, but quickly managed to grab onto the railing.

“Go on. Call the adeptus for help, we’ll love to have a small chat with-“ the man started saying, but got cut off by a strong wind that made him trip over. It was Xiao.

His eyes immediately landed on you, you were trying so hard to lift yourself up but you were slowly slipping. You weren’t going to last much longer and rage filled both his body and mind almost instantly.

How dare they lay a finger on you to get to him? “Worthless. Pathetic. Stupid.” he muttered each time he hit the men, until knocking them out. His eyes went back to you, and he immediately sprinted towards the railing.

But he was late

Your hands that desperately tried to grip the railing and lift yourself up were red and they hurt, and just when he was about to extend his hand for you to take, you slipped and fell.

You thought it was over, truly. You yelled out Xiao’s name as you tried to get hold of anything that could possibly prevent you from hitting the ground, but you were far away and the floor was coming closer and closer. You closed your eyes, ready to face your end.

But that end didn’t come, and you found yourself wrapped in Xiao’s arms while strong winds surrounded you, keeping you from hitting the ground abruptly. Once his feet touched the floor, you heard a faint sigh of relief from him.

Now on the ground, you dropped to the floor while you sobbed in Xiao’s arms, suddenly very aware of how close you came to meeting death. He kept you close to his body, as if you’re gonna slip away from him again. He faced many monsters and wrath in his life, but he never felt as scared as he did at the moment.

“I’m sorry” Xiao muttered out once your crying calmed down. Drying your tears with the sleeve of your shirt, you looked at him questioningly. “You almost died because they were after me”

This made you cry more

He was kind of confused? Why were you crying again?

“Xiao you don’t have to apologize because its not your fault at all and you also saved me! I should apologize for not being careful and tripping!” you sobbed again. “But it’s not your fault either...” he whispered as he patted your head, not sure how to calm you down.

Xiao doesn’t kill humans, but nothing is going to stop him from making hilichurls, mages, and other monsters appear in the way of these two men. He’s going to make them pay (indirectly)

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact imagines #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche headcanons #scaramouche scenarios #scaramouche imagines #xiao x reader #xiao headcanons #xiao scenarios #xiao imagines

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butwhatifidothis · 2 years

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TEATG isn't some obscure fanfic that only a few people actually read; it's being actively updated and is, by AO3 statistics, one of the most popular 3H fanfics. It even has its own page on TV Tropes (the only other big ones I can think of are "An Eagle Among Lions" and "Wear Your Colours"). It's big enough to be critiqued.

I think there are a few more 3H fics on TVTropes but yeah, there aren't that many of them to be sure.

And it's like, I'm not asking for the fic to be taken down or anything drastic like that. It's just that there are so many things that are genuinely just bad that have become a core of the fic's structure: victim blaming, racism, misandry, benevolent sexism towards women, infantilization, manipulation, hypocrisy, imperialism, so many things that are just a part of the casual reading experience of this fic, and it seems like Cap'n and his audience just... don't notice any of it.

Like, when Ficleth is going on about how much being a mix of human and Nabatean is rotting her soul because she, to quote, "doesn't belong anywhere" and (per Chapter 58) "has to choose"? When any man that steps even slightly out of a woman's line gets assaulted? When the genocide survivors are groveling at the feet of the people who'd just tried to kill them because they, the genocide survivors, didn't do enough to help their almost-killers? When a grown ass woman who's lived the first 20-21 years of her life as a hardened mercenary gets consistently likened to a child? When almost all of the women are just broken flowers that can only be fixed by love? When "let me conquer you and if you don't you're to blame for the suffering I cause" is an unironic, genuine message the fic's narrative legitimately stands by?

Yeah that doesn't pass the vibe check.

Not to mention all of the things it gets objectively wrong. No, Byleth does not become more expressive on CF; they become the least expressive, even has it pointed out by Edelgard herself in her A support with them. No, Edelgard does not see herself as an ugly monster unworthy of company; literally nothing in the game supports that. No, Rhea wasn't "sacrificing Byleth" in her mind during the Holy Tomb; she thought she was just getting Sothis back her memories, hence her seeing Byleth as their own person when Sothis doesn't return. No, Marianne never thought her Crest was cursed because of the Church's teachings; she says herself that it was her father that told her about being wary of her Crest. No, Petra doesn't stop seeing herself as a hostage on CF; it is specifically on CF where she will still feel like a hostage, as she says in her CF-specific A support with Byleth.

Plus all of the "translation errors" that Cap'n """"""""""fixes"""""""""" in his fic - and all of the genuine mistakes that he conveniently leaves in. Ionius getting rid of the consort system entirely - wrong, he just wanted to get rid of the power given to the consort kin. Dimitri is far ruder in the JPN version - wrong, Cap'n just doesn't understand how the Japanese language works on a cultural level. Edelgard setting out to destroy the Crest Stones - a mistake he left in, the JPN version makes it clear that she planned on using them for herself. The "Unless such acts are committed under the will of the goddess" (or something along those lines) tenet - arguably one of the backbones as to why Woobiegard thinks Church Bad, and it's based on a translation error (a more accurate reading is "for no good reason").

All of this misinformation and not the best messages all crammed into one of the most popular 3H fics to date and which is also passed around as "basically canon" and must-read material to understand Edelgard. Yeah, not really gonna feel that bad for critiquing it lol, though I will again reiterate that me critiquing this fic here is not grounds for anyone to go to the fic and leave any unsavory comments

#ask #exqueuese me princess #o captain my captain #also all of the aforementioned ass in the fic is like. 90% of the reason it takes so long to get through lmao so yeah

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somewhatgreatexpectations · 4 years

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Lay Me Down (Wanda Maximoff/ Reader)

Hello, again! We have reached the endgame, as in we have reached Endgame in the timeline. Loosely inspired by Sam Smith’s “Lay Me Down”. Pieces from the film are used, but definitely have adjustments to fit the story. Let me know your thoughts!

Summary: How will the events of Endgame play out for Y/n and Wanda?

“Can I lay by your side, next to you? And make sure you're alright, I'll take care of you. I don't want to be here if I can't be with you.”

It felt as though everything went dark for just a moment and almost immediately you were back. The first sight that greeted you when you opened your eyes was a man in a cape, much to your disappointment. You would have much rather been greeted by a certain green-eyed woman who held your heart. The man urgently informed you that you all had been gone for five years, erased from existence by Thanos. The idea was so troubling that you almost didn’t believe him, but something within you knew it to be true. You had felt it in your final moments in Wanda’s arms before you faded away.

Wanda. She was the first thought to enter your mind. Had she existed the last five years on her own? Was she erased from existence with you? Was she okay? The last thought struck fear into your heart. You wouldn’t know what to do if she wasn’t.

There was very little time for processing though since the man, who said his name was Stephen Strange, told you it was time to fight again. If you all didn’t act quick, Thanos would be sure to succeed in his wicked plan again. This required everyone, and you didn’t hesitate to agree when Strange opened a portal for you to enter through.

The portal that Strange created for you opened into a bleak field, and as far as the eye could see were waves upon waves of Thanos’ army. Thousands of them. There was one thing that gave you hope though. One thing that made you believe that the battle wasn’t lost yet and that was seeing countless members of the Avengers step out of similar portals. Despite the myriad of people stepping out of various portals there was no sign of Wanda which caused anxiety to bloom in your chest. Unfortunately, you weren’t given much more time to look for her as the members of Thanos’ army appeared to push forward eagerly.

You knew that your main focus should have been preventing Thanos from erasing half of humanity again, but you couldn’t help the fact that Wanda was the one thing at the forefront of your mind. She always would be. The heartbroken look on her face as you faded away was burned into your memory. You needed to find her, and you needed to find her now. You needed to see for yourself that she was okay.

You didn’t care if you had to tear Thanos apart with your bare hands to do so.

When Thanos’ army began to push forward even more, you got into a defensive stance, everyone around you doing the same. A unifying sense of determination was heavily present around each of you. Losing was not an option this time.

The sound of a familiar voice caught your attention. As you glanced over you took in the sight of Steve who looked worse for wear but okay overall. Breathing, and that was what mattered. A sense of relief washed over you because at least you knew that he was okay. “Avengers,” he called and reached a hand out, your eyebrows quirking in surprise as he summoned mjölnir. “Assemble.” He finished assertively as each of you rushed forward, prepared to overcome any obstacle that stood in your way.

The anger that you felt at the situation made it easier to harness your powers. Anger that Thanos thought he had the right to take life, anger for the knowledge that he succeeded once already, anger for being taken from Wanda.

Looking around, you noticed that one of the bigger threats was a metal looking creature that was firing down at everyone. With a deep breath you focused your attention on the being and slowly brought your hands together, forcing the vessel to fold in on itself and rendering it useless. Smirking in satisfaction as you watched it fall to the ground.

As soon as the army noticed who destroyed the creature more of the beasts began attacking you. Dozens had surrounded you when you saw a small glimpse of red energy flash out of the corner of your eye. It was faint and in the far distance but you’d recognize it anywhere. The red energy could only mean one thing. Wanda. She was still here. Your heart pounded anxiously.

You need to get to her now.

Making quick work of the creatures that surrounded you, you began sprinting in her direction as fast as you could. As you got closer you could hear her voice over the chaos.

“You took everything from me.” Wanda gritted out through clenched teeth as her eyes glowed with a wrath you had never seen in her before. Her hands stayed at her side, glowing brightly.

Thanos stared back at her unflinchingly, “I don’t even know who you are.”

The calm in Wanda’s voice sent chills down your spine. “You will.” A moment later you watched her begin to attack Thanos and it was clear that he didn’t stand a chance against her. He didn’t stand a chance against this powerful woman who’s heart he had played a role in destroying.

You knew you couldn’t call out to her because if you did her concentration would break and she would be put at risk of Thanos overtaking her. Instead you focused on defeating his members that were coming to his aide so he would have to face her on his own.

He was destined to lose at her hands.

It seemed Thanos was aware of that as well as he called for the larger of the flying ships to begin firing down into the field to get Wanda off of him.

“Wanda!” you shouted as you saw her attempt to shield herself from the attack, only to get thrown by the force of the hit. As quickly as you could you built a barrier around her and began running in her direction. Not caring that you were leaving yourself exposed to the blasts.

The distance between you two was hastily closed as you instantly dropped to your knees at her side, pulling her in your arms and checking her for any injury. She stared up at you like she was seeing a ghost. “Y/n?” You tenderly stroked her cheek as you nodded.

When she finally processed the sight of you in her arms, life filled her eyes again as they illuminated with affection. It didn’t matter to her that you both were in the middle of horrifying battle with an evil being. All that mattered was that you were there with her. The emptiness she had felt when she saw you fade vanished and was replaced with an inconceivable amount of love.

Wanda surged forward and clung desperately to you, a choked sob escaping her lips. “I thought I lost you.” she said shakily into your neck.

You clung to her just as desperately, tears of relief falling down your cheeks at the knowledge that she was safe and, in your arms, once again. “I thought I lost you.” Came your shaky response.

Just as Wanda was about to respond another blast hit the ground right next to you and sent you both flying. You managed to hang on tightly to Wanda and land under her to lessen the impact. “Are you okay?” she asked worriedly as she pushed your hair lightly out of your face.

“You know, under any other circumstances, I would have loved to be in this position.” You said cheekily.

Wanda let out a watery laugh at your response. “I’ve missed you.” She said before connecting your lips passionately. You wrapped your arms around her waist as you eagerly pulled her closer.

Wanda pulled away a moment later. “As much as I’d love to continue, we have a battle to win.” She stood up and offered you a hand which you gladly accepted.

“To be continued?” you teasingly replied with a wiggle of your eyebrow.

Despite the situation, she couldn’t help but laugh. Falling more in love with you than before if that was even possible. This. You. It was everything she needed for the rest of her life.

“To be continued.” She confirmed.

The playful look on your face fell when you realized something. “Why did they stop shooting at us?”

Wanda tilted her head, she hadn’t noticed that until you pointed it out. Both of your gazes turned skyward as a bright beam of light crashed through the largest ship that was in the sky. “I’m guessing it has to do with that.”

“Badass.” You whispered quietly to yourself as you watched.

Wanda smirked in amusement as she took your hand. Your gaze shifted to meet the emerald eyes you cherished. “I love you.” She said adoringly.

“I love you, too.” You replied without hesitation. You’d never hesitate to say those words to her again. “Now let’s go get rid of this giant purple monster, so we can have that happy ending I promised you.” Wanda bit her lip and nodded, melting at your words. That was all she wanted. To live happily with you.

Together you began running in the direction that the gauntlet appeared to be. Only letting go when you both had to use your hands for your powers.

“I don’t know how you’re gonna get it through all that.” You heard Peter tell the woman who you recognized to be Carol Danvers from Fury’s stories.

Both you and Wanda landed at her side a moment later, “Don’t worry.” Wanda began confidently.

“She’s got help.” You finished with determination. All the women on the team joined together and charged fearlessly forward into the battle. You and Wanda worked together on destroying the ships and creatures in the sky while some of the other women cleared a path on the ground for Carol to transfer the gauntlet to Scott’s van.

There was only a short distance between Carol and the van when you noticed Thanos throw his weapon aiming directly towards said van. You tried to run towards it to stop the impact, using your hand to try and summon the metal within the weapon. The problem was that you noticed it a moment too late. The spear like object had already impaled the machine. The force of the explosion threw you back into a large stone, your head taking the majority of the damage.

Wanda looked over worriedly from where she was keeping a group of at least two dozen creatures at bay. You gave her a thumb up to ease her worries. She seemed reluctant but turned back to getting rid of the creatures.

When you were able to focus on the scene in front of you, you saw Carol get launched into the large rock right beside you from the force of Thanos’ hit. Shortly after Thor and Steve appeared to attempt to stop him from snapping his fingers once again. Both being removed by Thanos despite their superhuman tolerance and strength.

When you saw Thanos approach Steve who was on the floor you jumped up protectively and flicked your wrist. His feet sunk into the ground, preventing him from getting any closer. You didn’t have superhuman tolerance or strength like Steve, but you’d be damned if you just sat there and watched Thanos attack him and then erase half of humanity again.

“Y/n, stay back.” You heard Steve grunt from his place on the ground.

Your action was enough to get Thanos’ attention as you began using your powers to manipulate the metal in his hand to stay open. Distracted by trying to keep his hand open, you didn’t notice him getting closer. Steve finally got up and raced over only to be a second too late. Forced to watch in horror as Thanos’ opposite hand that held the power stone hit you in the head at full force.

Wanda landed just in time to see you go through the large rock you had been leaning against just moments before. She screamed.

As she gathered you in her arms, she gently tried to coax you awake. Fear sinking into her heart when you didn’t even flinch. With shaking hands, she checked your pulse and was relieved to still feel your heartbeat thrum steadily beneath her fingertips.

Suddenly, everything around Wanda went quiet. When she lifted her head, she was relieved to see Thanos’ army fading to dust around her. She tenderly pulled you closer to her body. Tears brimming at her eyes. “We won, Y/n.” she said shakily. “We won. We can finally have our life together. Our happy ending. Please, wake up. Please.” She begged quietly.

The only comfort she found was the way your breath softly fanned across her cheek and the way she could feel your heartbeat steadily against her own. Tears fell down her cheeks, but she refused to let you go.

When Steve placed a cautious hand on her shoulder, she jumped. “We have to get her to a hospital.” He said meekly, his eyes troubled as tears fell from his eyes as well.

Grudgingly she let him pick you up and load you on the waiting jet, blind to anything going on around her. When Steve said he’d meet her there later she barely heard him as she took your hand in hers, pressing her lips firmly to the back. Shortly after feeling the jet rise in the air and begin the short trip to S.H.I.E.L.D’s facility where their top medics were waiting to tend to you.

“I’ll take care of you. We’ll have a happy ending.” Wanda gently stroked your cheek, smiling slightly at the warmth that she still found on your skin. A moment later tears began falling as she rested her head against your hand. “I don’t want to be here if I can’t be with you.” She whispered despairingly, hoping that you’d squeeze her hand, or open your eyes, anything. You were all she wanted, all she had. She couldn’t lose you. She wouldn’t recover.

Part 12! Can you believe it? I’m honestly shocked we’re already on part 12. Only one part left though. What do you all think is going to happen in the last chapter? Annnyway, as always, hope you each enjoyed reading this part. Thought and comments welcome, seeing them makes my day :)

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everlesslahote1 · 4 years

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‘So Your like Harry Potter?’ (Paul Lahote) -Request

Hello! Can I make a request? Something like Paul's imprinting is a witch and never told him because she was afraid the pack would hate her like they hate vampires? Happy new year and feel free to not write this one If you don't feel comfortable! Thank you ^^

-I’ll try, Thank you❤.

I hope you like it.

Paul Lahote x Fem!Reader

(warning: none)

Y/E/C = Your eye color

Enjoy!

“We could watch some movies” Y/N called out as she hung upside down in Emily’s living room while the rest of the pack were either on the floor or in chairs.

It was a Sunday and everything was clear in the woods, not a leech other than the normal one’s so Sam gave the pack a off day from patrol.

With only one problem... they were bored.

Jacob was with Nessi while Sam and Emily went to visit some of Emily’s family across town.

“Nah” she heard most of them mumble from their places around the room.

“I’m tired of movies” Jared said as he laid his head on Embry’s shoulder making him push it off while everyone agreed with him.

Y/N flipped the right way up now running out of ideas and looked at her boyfriend who was at the other end of the couch dosing off.

“Paul...” she whined and put her head back.

He took a deep breath and opened his eyes to look at her beady y/e/c one’s, he smiled a little seeing the fake stress she was under before leaning on his hand.

He only smiled because this is the longest he ever saw his small rambunctious imprint sit still, ever.

No matter if it was her climbing the stair rail...she was ANYWAYS moving.

Its like she had around the clock jitters.

Of course Paul quickly adapted to his lovers personality because if he was being honest, it only made the love he had for her stronger.

Though he couldn’t argue with the fact that she tired the 6′8 foot wolf out on most times.

She wasn’t like Emily or Kim, she was the smallest other then Claire and she always wanted to fight with the boys.

Y/N was known for getting a good laugh out of annoying the pack and they couldn’t do anything about it for two simple reasons.

One, because of the rule “no wolf may harm the imprintee of a fellow pack member” stand’s tall and Two, Paul would kill them dead if they so much as leave a scratch on Y/N.

Seeing she wasn’t getting anywhere with her imprinter she groaned loudly which caught Quil by surprise making him fall out the chair he was in.

Everyone looked up with wide eyes as Quil slowly got up rubbing his hind quarters and glaring at the small girl.

“Jeez Y/N, I think you broke Quil” Jared said chuckling making Quil throw the closest pillow he could grab at him.

Y/N rolled her eyes and stood up making her way to the back yard.

“Where smalls going?” she heard one of them ask on her way out.

Y/N plopped down in grass and stared at the sky trying to think of anything to do a this point.

She sat up and looked behind her to see if any of the boys were on their way out but saw the coast was clear.

She took a deep breath before remembering the words to one of the first spells her late mother taught her when she was a child.

“crescere” She said making a rose start to grow out of the spot of ground she was next to.

Y/N mother was a coven leader to witches in the south, she was kind, fair, loving, everything a leader was but she was a mother first.

When Y/N mother was pregnant with her she fought hard to keep peace with the wolves and vampires in the area they lived in.

Peace was a common factor between the three supernatural species.

When Y/N was six years old that all soon changed when the vampires wanted all of the land and the witches and wolves refused to give up what was theirs.

Not much longer the red eyed monster’s forced a attacked on the wolves when they least expected it.

Killing them all in a blink of an eye.

Y/N’s mother knew her coven was next on the leeches list but refused to bow, Y/N would say that her mother’s pride costed her a lot but if it didn’t she wouldn’t have everything with Paul.

As the vampires moved in on the witches, killing every witch they could get their hands on but not before Y/N’s mother put a cloaking on her so she could make her escape.

Six year old Y/N ran fast and hard from her home land as she heard her mother’s screams for mercy.

She soon found her self in Minnesota where she was raised in a foster home, it was there when she stopped using her magic.

When Y/N was 17 she ran away from her abusive foster home and made a 23 year old friend by the name, Avery Carson who was on vacation to the small city.

Avery soon had to go back to La Push with her family and didn’t want leave Y/N behind, the 17 year old cried and begged the girl to take her with her and even explained why she couldn’t stay.

Y/N knew that if she didn’t leave then and there she would be found and forced back into her foster home only to be beaten and spat at again.

She didn’t want to go back to that horrible place, ever.

Avery gave in and flew back to La Push with the soon to be legal girl on her side, she even took it as far to put her in school on the rez.

It was then she met and was imprinted on by the well known hot headed wolf, Paul Lahote.

People told the girl Paul was no good for her pure soul and let to her ‘simple crush’ go, not knowing that she found her soulmate.

Y/N thought Paul was over looking her but in all honesty the large boy was just scared to approach the small figured girl.

She would sit in the room that Avery gave her so she would have a place to stay just thinking about the tan boy.

How at lunch he would stare then after she would look back or try to hold eye contact he would quickly look back to his friends and act like he wasn’t paying attention.

After awhile the pack took notice to the odd silence their friend was giving then soon grew tired of Paul always thinking about the new girl on patrols but not acting on it.

So his bestfriend Jared and pack brother Quil gave him the push he needed to at least hold a conversation with Y/N, literally.

As Y/N was walking past the group of boys Jared and Quil pushed Paul into her, just as she was about to fall back on her butt Paul grabbed a hold of her belt loops pulling his warm body to hers.

It was then they became friends and later became something more.

Eight months into knowing Paul and his group of friends that everyone thought was a ‘gang’, he told her what he really was and what made him go into shock the young girl simply replied with....

‘I kinda figured’

Now a year later she was like the littlest wolf and a little sister to the pack but she never told anyone of her powers.

Not even Emily, Kim Or Avery.

She repeated her act of making the roses grow out the ground before she heard Embry’s voice speak.

“OH MY GOD!” he shouted as he ran back in the house yelling for Paul.

Y/n shot up off her spot in the grass and tried to catch the boy but it was no uses, his wolf speed was much greater then her little legs.

He was already in front of a slightly panicked Paul trying to explain what he saw his pack sister do with her bear hands.

“S-she just said it a-and i-it came up and- SHE’S A DAMN WITCH!” he said stumbling over his words.

“Okay Embry do it with me, deep breath in” Quil said taking a deep breath which Embry followed and then they both let it out.

“now what the hell happened-”

“she-”

“SLOWLY!” everyone shouted at him.

Y/N just laid her forehead on the door frame as she listened to one of her bestfriends freak out bout what she did.

“-and I ran in here” Embry said finishing and turn his head to Y/n who smiled nervously and waved at the boys.

Paul looked at Y/N as she started to turn red in the face, she knew not to lie about anything because she couldn’t keep up with lies and soon get caught in them.

Plus she knew Paul would know when she’s lying because he knew HER like the back of his hand.

“come” Paul said to his imprint.

Paul wasn’t mad or anything he is however disappointed his little ball of energy didn’t tell him about her powers sooner.

Y/N slowly made her way over to Paul so tear brimmed her eye’s, she was scared.

Scared of what her only reason of living would say, she couldn’t live without him or bare the thought of him hating her because she wasn’t fully human.

“Look at me mama” Paul said as he saw a tear slip from her eye.

She tilted her head back to look at the tall boy in front of her and she saw no change in the way he looked at her.

Y/N thought he would look at her in pure disgust or anything of that nature but he didn’t, he still looked at the small girl with love in his eye’s.

“This true?”

“yes... b-but I didn’t want you guys to h-hate me l-like the leeches so I hid it and now-”

“woah woah woah” Quil said waving his hands to slow his little friend and reminding her to breathe.

“that’s what your scared of? that we’ll hate you because your not human?” Jared asked.

She nodded trying to stop the tears from coming but they wouldn’t stop.

“we don’t hate you smalls ,we never would” Embry said said with a little small to calm the girl.

“We love you” Paul said making her put her head down.

He grabbed her chin gently making her look back up at him and planted a small kiss on her lips.

“I love you Y/n” he said.

The young girl looked from her lover to her friends and took a deep breath as she wiped her face.

“okay just so we’re clear you do magic.... So your like Harry Potter?” Jared said making the group laugh.

“umm, I- well, not quite buddy” she smiled and wiped her wet face.

“Group hug!” Embry and Quil yelled as everybody closed in on her and Paul.

They all hugged for a minute before pulling away.

Bonus

“can we see a little something?” Embry asked plopping down on the couch as Paul wrapped his arms around Y/N.

Y/N smirked and with a wave of her hand a pillow hit Jared dead in the face making him look at her and a hurt look.

“Hey!-”

She chucked another pillow at his face before he could say anything else and leaned on Paul as she laughed.

“that’s my girl” Paul said, smiling in her ear making chills go up her spine.

Jared got up and pretended to storm towards Y/N making her squeal and hide behind her lover.

“That’s not fair, you can’t hide behind Paul!” Jared said laughing.

“who says” Paul said.

“we do!”

“who is we, I don’t speak French” Embry said.

“Paul would let Y/N get away with murder because she’s small” Quil said shaking his head as everyone laughed.

Paul just smiled and sat down, pulling Y/n into his lap and kissing her lips sweetly.

“I Love you little witch” He smiled.

“I Love you Wolfie” she giggled.

“OH MY GOD!”

“ugh, gross”

“yeah just do the do with clothes on will ya”

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javier-pena · 4 years

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alone

Chapter 1 of The Hunt

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Rating: Mature (for now but that will - spoilers! - change eventually)

Summary: When your best friend and companion is abducted by a group of outlaws, you hire a Mandalorian to help track down the men and get your revenge. What seems like a simple enough task stretches into a month-long trek through inhospitable terrain while both you and the Mandalorian are trying to come to terms with events in your past you cannot change. Set after Season 2.

Warnings: mentions (and short descriptions) of death, murder, and torture | a lot of hurt and no comfort | mentions of loss | mild to moderate language | a lot - and I mean A LOT - of talk about Din’s hands lmao

Notes: This is my first attempt at a Mandalorian fic and the first time in months I’ve written anything. It’s vaguely inspired by my favorite western movies, True Grit (1969/2010), The Quick and the Dead (1995), and The World to Come (2020). So yes, this is going to be very much like a western. I also want to - again - thank Dani @javierpcna who was like “are you writing Mandalorian stuff?” about a month ago and has, since then, read through this chapter more often than me and encouraged me to continue to write it and offered so much valuable insight whenever I came to her with an idea ... seriously, Dani, this fic wouldn’t exist without you and I hope I can find a way to repay you! Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this first chapter (I’m already working on the second one) ...

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The day the Mandalorian arrives on Alvorine is the day you lose your best friend. You’re still busy putting out the fire, running your soot-blackened hand across your face, where the dirt mingles with the tears you’re too tired to stop from streaming down your face, when you hear the thrusters of a spacecraft roaring above you. You barely glance up; you can’t be bothered to. It could be the remnants of the Empire looking for recruits, it could be the New Republic looking for the remnants of the Empire, or it could be the bandits coming back for more. But what do you care? They already took away the one person you care most about in the galaxy. You just grip the shovel tighter and drive it into the soil so you can choke the fire underneath moist stones and dirt.

While you exhaust your body with physical labor, you occupy your mind with thoughts of revenge. Revenge as dark and quenching as the soil beneath you. With every load of dirt you heave onto the searing flames, your plan gains another sharp edge until all you can think of is driving the cutting edge down onto the throat of the man who gripped Brea’s arm and pulled her onto the speeder bike. Maybe his head would come off right away, maybe your tool would just obstruct his windpipe as you watch the life drain slowly out of his eyes. And even that would be too good an end for that monster.

It’s not just in your mind – those thoughts aren’t simply there to ground you while you continue your work in the ruins of what was once your home. It’s not pure fantasy, something to give you back a feeling of control. You are determined to follow through on it; you are going to hunt down these men who burned down your farm and stole Brea from you. You will not rest until they are all dead by your hand. And if you should die in the process … then you won’t go out without a fight, without taking as many of those bastards with you as you can. They have sealed their own fate by coming here today.

You know Brea isn’t dead; they won’t kill her unless she tries to kill one of them first. And she wouldn’t do that, she is too gentle for that, too docile. She would rather turn the other cheek. They should have taken you instead; she doesn’t deserve the fate that awaits her. You would’ve at least put up a fight, make them pay for what they did. And Brea? She would just die.

For now, she’s alive. But whatever you set out to do once you’re done here won’t be a rescue mission. You aren’t under the illusion you can save her. You know that even if you were to leave right now, even if you had your own speeder bike, you would never find her in time. No, this possibility hasn’t even crossed your mind. All you want to do is cause these men more pain than they caused you. You know it is impossible because you cannot imagine anything worse, but you sure as hell will do your best.

You straighten your back, drive the shovel into the ground, and use it as support while you try to catch your breath. The air burns in your lungs, and not just from the cold. There is also the steadily rising black smoke that makes breathing hard; your throat stings, so do your sides, and there is a bitter taste in your mouth. But you’re almost finished here, you’re almost done putting out the fire, so it won’t endanger the surrounding forest. And with every flame you bury, you also bury a piece of your soul until you feel like there is nothing left that makes you human, until all the pain and despair you’re feeling since listening to Brea’s screams grow quieter and quieter until they were swallowed up by silence has turned into a cold, brazen cry for revenge. But you’re glad this has made you less forgiving, less kind, less … human. Those things would only get in the way of the task ahead of you.

As the last flames go out with a wet hiss, one of Alvorine’s three blue white suns vanishes behind the treetops. You know the other two will be quick to follow. And you don’t have anywhere to spend the night. You wouldn’t mind sleeping with your back propped against a tree. You’ve done it often enough. But it’s winter, and the air is already cold and will be even colder once the other two suns set too. And you just lost every blanket, every single piece of fabric that could keep you warm in a small inferno. You know this is just an excuse, a comforting lie you tell yourself. The truth is you cannot spend a minute longer on this clearing, even if that means you have to walk the four miles to the next settlement. You’re so exhausted you cannot feel your legs, but you don’t care. Anything is better than spending the night here, even collapsing in the middle of the dark forest.

You leave the shovel where you stand and walk to the edge of the clearing, swallowing around the lump in your throat, trying to hold down more tears that are threatening to spill over and down your cheeks. Once you reach the edge of the forest, where the air is a bit clearer, you take a deep breath and turn around to look at the ruins of your home, now nothing more than a black pile of rubble. You have nothing, nothing but the clothes you’re wearing, not even a small trinket to remind you of Brea and the many happy hours you spent here tending to your fields, sweeping the front porch or sitting around the fireplace sharing supper. Even remembering how you worked on menial chores now feels like the most precious memory, one you will hold onto until your last breath. Because even though they have taken everything from you, they can’t take away the memory of Brea’s laugh.

***

They stare at you as you enter the inn. They stare and then look away. They can’t bear your presence because it reminds them of their own guilt. Not one of them came to your aid this morning, not one of them came afterwards to offer help. And you ignore them too because there is nothing left to say. All you want is some food and a dry place to sleep before you turn your back on them forever.

You sit down at a small table in a dark corner. The patrons around you either turn their backs to you or stand up to move their meals and conversations someplace else. It’s as if you’ve been marked. If you had any strength left in you, you would call them out on their behavior. Shit, you would wreak havoc, and only stop when the last one of them is on their knees begging for forgiveness. But you’re glad you’re too exhausted because your sudden hatred for everyone and everything scares you. The villagers don’t deserve to fall victim to your rage. There is nothing they could’ve done. They are just as defenseless and helpless as you. Would you have come to their aid if your positions were reversed? You would like to think so, but just because it gives you a false sense of moral superiority. Deep down you know the truth. Deep down you know you would hide too, praying that you would be spared.

As you dig into your bowl of soup, you realize how hungry you are. Even though everything tastes like ash in your mouth, your stomach is glad to have something to clench around when your thoughts stray to this morning’s events again. And you know there’s no need to punish yourself by refusing your body the nourishment it needs. The opposite, in fact – you know you’ll need all the strength you can get if you’re really going after them.

As you swallow one ashy bite after the other, you let your eyes wander around the room, looking for something that will distract you from your thoughts and your feelings of guilt. Everyone avoids your gaze; everyone acts as if your corner is empty. Everyone … except one stranger.

He sits in a booth close to the bar, his arms crossed over his chest, his gaze on you. Or at least you think he’s looking at you – he’s wearing a helmet that covers his entire head, the kind you’ve seen twice before in this corner of the galaxy. He’s a Mandalorian, a bounty hunter, and his presence here doesn’t really surprise you. Even though actually seeing one is a rare occurrence, stories about them are countless.

Alvorine is a planet without laws, a planet that lives by its own rules, so many criminals decide to hide out here while they wait for their crimes to be forgotten. There is no military presence on the planet, no judicial system, no one to catch and punish the wrongdoers. The planet follows the rules of whoever is in charge, which changes frequently, but none of the powerful people have enough resources to enforce those rules anyway. Disputes are often just settled by the parties involved in whatever way they see fit. Only the Mandalorians, who are hired by people on other worlds, by people who have never experienced what it is like to live on Alovrine, are brave enough to get involved in those disputes. You have to admit you do feel a tiny bit curious as to why that particular Mandalorian is here ... who hired him? And who is he hunting?

You tentatively let your gaze wander over his stoic body, over the beskar covering his arms and chest, over the bandolier wrapped around his upper body, over the visor hiding his eyes. If you had one like him on your side, you wouldn’t need to worry about getting your revenge. He would catch those men in the blink of an eye. And if you paid him enough, he would do to them whatever you wanted.

He would cut off their limbs but keep them alive long enough to feel it.

He would make them run for it, give them the illusion of hope, only to crush it like their bones.

He would let you watch, let you choose whatever punishment you saw fit.

You shift in your seat because you can almost smell the blood, you can hear a faint echo of their screams, and it makes you feel light-headed and nauseous, but also elevates you, lifts a weight off your shoulders, even if just for a brief moment.

But he’s not here to do your bidding. And when you lift your head again, he’s gone.

You finish your bowl of soup and then decide to rent a room upstairs for the night. You don’t have a place to stay anymore and it’s too dangerous to start your pursuit while it’s dark. The forest belongs to dangerous creatures during the night, more dangerous than any man out there. And you’re planning on staying alive for just a little while longer.

You stretch and yawn and move to get up when your path is suddenly blocked. It happens so fast you don’t register anything at first apart from the cold, hard beskar chest plate that is level with your face. Its unexpected appearance makes you lose your balance and you fall back down onto the bench you’ve been sitting on. The Mandalorian extends his hand, his fingers closing around thin air. It’s a half-hearted attempt to stop your fall, and it comes too late – your backside has already painfully collided with the hard wood.

“May I join you?” His voice sounds distorted through the modulator in his helmet. He sounds like a machine, not like a being with a heartbeat.

You want to tell him no, want to tell him to fuck off, but for tonight you have no fight left in you. So you nod.

He sits down and you expect to hear the clink of his armor, expect to feel a tremor when his heavy body comes to rest on a stool opposite you. But there is no sound, no movement, and the lack makes you sit up straighter. This isn’t just another cowardly villager you can get rid of by glaring at him … this is an apex predator.

You swallow with some difficulty. “Can I help you?” you ask, your voice level, your eyes resting on his glove-clad hands lying on the table. You figure you’re safe as long as you can see them.

At first, he doesn’t say anything. He just looks at you. Or at least you think he’s looking at you. You cannot see his eyes behind the tinted visor. No matter how uncomfortable the situation makes you feel, you try not to move … you try not to show any sign of weakness, to give him any excuse to lunge across the table and strangle you.

Finally, he answers. “I’m looking for work.”

Now you cannot help but move. You exhale sharply, and with that release of breath comes a release of tension as you slump backwards, your back hitting the wall behind you. You cross your arms over your chest. “I can’t help you,” you say. You don’t have any work to offer him, no work worthy of the skills of a Mandalorian who usually hunts down important people, kings, merchants, people who influence the course of the galaxy’s history. Following a few lowly bandits is not the work he’s used to. You don’t even want to tell him about it because you know he’d take it as an insult. And even if - by some miracle - your quest for revenge would be deemed a worthy cause in the eyes of the Mandalorian, you couldn’t afford his services.

The slightest movement of his helmet is the only reaction your answer gets out of him. Whether he shifts because he’s surprised or because he’s angry, or whether his scalp itches under the metal you cannot tell.

Still, you feel the need to explain yourself. “I’m sorry, I don’t have any money.”

Shit, that’s the wrong thing to say. It implies you have work for him, but that you’re too poor to pay him. For all you know, this could be a grave insult in Mandalorian society.

His fingers on the table clench around thin air again. “What can you offer?” he asks.

He doesn’t want to know about the job, the quarry as you know they call it. No, he just wants to know how much he can earn.

“240 credits,” you answer. It’s all you have. You won’t need it anymore.

He tilts his head and you expect him to refuse, but then he says, “That’s enough.”

You’re taken aback, surprised. He’s caught you off-guard. You were fully prepared to see him walk away at hearing the ridiculously low amount of money you just offered. “You don’t even know what the job is,” you protest. The last thing you need is a Mandalorian hunting you down because you’re not paying him enough.

“They told me,” he says with a nod behind him.

You follow the movement with your eyes and see heads whip to the side, gazes wandering downwards, you notice conversations being picked up again. White hot fury fills you, more powerful than the flames that destroyed your house.

“They had no right,” you press out through clenched teeth.

The Mandalorian doesn’t say anything. He sits still like a statue, unwavering, as you fight a small battle with yourself. You should leave without looking back. Messing with a Mandalorian is even more dangerous than the task ahead of you. But he’s offering you something invaluable, something no amount of credits can get you: a chance. If you go alone, you’ll be dead in about a week. There’s no use pretending you’ll get out of it alive. But if you accept the Mandalorian’s help – his services, you have to remind yourself – you might make it through two. You might get to see your dreams of revenge become reality.

You sigh deeply as a heavy weariness settles over you. You’re exhausted, and now that all the adrenaline has left your body, you can feel all the small cuts and bruises today’s labors have left behind. And you feel empty … cold and empty, and utterly alone.

The Mandalorian still doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t defend the villagers, he doesn’t tell you what he knows about you or the job, he doesn’t try to persuade you to take him up on his offer, nor does he walk away from it. He just sits there and waits for you to make up your mind, as if it’s all the same to him. And it probably is. Either he goes with you and earns some money, or he doesn’t and looks for work elsewhere. He is completely detached from the whole affair. There is no emotional investment, just a job that needs to be done.

He doesn’t care if you live or die, he just cares if you pay him or not.

This realization is what finally helps you make up your mind. “I want to hire you,” you say, your tongue heavy in your mouth. All you really want is to sleep.

There is no reaction for the longest time but then the Mandalorian nods. You’re not sure if you’re supposed to say something, give him details or explain the specifics of the job to him. But before you can decide what to say next, he stands abruptly.

“I’ll be back in a few days,” he says before turning around.

Your brain needs a moment to catch up but when it does, you’re already on your feet. “Wait,” you say, and to your surprise the broad, steel-clad man listens to you.

He doesn’t face you, but he stops.

You briefly consider asking him if you can accompany him, but you don’t. You don’t have to ask, you get to decide.

“I’m coming with you,” you tell him.

You tell a stranger, a dangerous one at that, one who makes his money by making other people’s lives a living hell, that you will travel with him through dark, deserted forests where no one will stop him from taking what he wants from you instead of earning it, where no one will come to your aid should he not honor the deal you apparently just made with him. And you don’t care. Because no matter what he will do to you, it can’t be worse than what has already been done.

But all your worries and fears focus in on just one tiny aspect of this whole, fucked-up situation when he says, “I work alone.”

You don’t want to negotiate. This shouldn’t even be up for debate. You’re his employer now, you get to decide how things are done. But if you insist on this, he could just walk away from you. And you cannot let that happen now that you’ve had an idea of what it would be like to have a Mandalorian on your side.

“We’re not a team,” you say. “Think of me as an interested party. As someone who is fascinated by your work.”

You’re not sure if that is the right thing to say. His shoulders move, but he still doesn’t turn around. When he speaks again, you know it was the wrong thing to say.

“I work alone or not at all.”

You don’t want to accept that. You want to be there when those men are punished for what they did. You don’t want to wait around for the Mandalorian to come back, not when you don’t have anywhere to wait around in. You’ve lost everything. Had he talked to the villagers as he claims, he would know this. Or maybe he does. Maybe he knows you lost your home today but doesn’t care. He doesn’t even know the definition of the word home. It means nothing to him.

You take a deep breath. “Then I won’t be needing your services.”

This finally makes him turn around. Everything in you screams for you to take a few steps back, to put yourself out of his reach. You can feel the atmosphere between you shift – he draws back his shoulders, makes himself even taller than he already is. And you know, you just know, that refusing his offer, that backtracking on your agreement is the worst mistake you made tonight.

You’re pretty sure that not honoring a deal is the worst insult to a Mandalorian.

“Going alone will be your death,” he says when you cannot bear the tension a second longer.

“What’s it to you?”

The words are out. They are a challenge, one you didn’t mean to make, one you shouldn’t have made, but it’s done now. Your hand begins to tremble, and your feet grow cold with fear as you prepare yourself for his reaction. You don’t know if he will hit you, tie you up, torture you, or just kill you on the spot. He could do all of these things without having to fear any repercussions. You curse yourself for not having been more careful, for making this fatal mistake, because now Brea will go unavenged. Just because you couldn’t keep your damn mouth shut, just because you’re stubborn and hot-headed and oh so stupid.

But to your surprise, the Mandalorian shrugs. He lifts his broad shoulders, then lowers them again as your eyes follow the movement. But he’s not giving you anything more: He doesn’t insist on going alone, he doesn’t turn around and leave, he just keeps standing opposite you, motionless, emotionless, until you’re convinced you imagined the shrug.

So you decide to make the next move by removing yourself from this situation before he changes his mind and drags you back to his ship to do whatever he wants to you. You take a deep breath and start to step around him, a movement that is almost impossible to complete in this small space you’re both in. But you attempt it, nevertheless. When you’re level with him, doing your best not to brush up against him so you won’t enrage him, you hear his voice. It’s just one sentence, four words, but for some reason it sounds so much more human than it did when he was opposite you. Maybe it has something to do with the distance between his helmet and your ear, maybe it’s the angle from which the sounds hit your eardrums or maybe it’s because you feel light-headed, dizzy with the realization he hasn’t killed you yet and probably won’t.

He says, “Have it your way.”

You stop right next to him, staring ahead at a group of three men who do their best not to look at you. But you don’t see them anyway. In fact, you don’t see anything at all because the rushing sound in your ears drowns out everything else, even other senses.

“You can come with me,” he says, and it’s the first time he has spoken two sentences in a row. “But you do as I say.” Three. “If I tell you to run, you run.” Four. “If I tell you to get out of the way, you do so.” Five. “And if I tell you to kill, you kill.” Six.

Then nothing, just the faint sound of his deep breaths through the modulator.

Your thoughts are racing, tripping over their own feet like children running down a hill, and they’re unbearably loud. Everything is loud suddenly, from the sound of the barkeep filling a glass to the way that woman over there is chewing her food. The only thing that’s quiet is the last one you would have suspected to be so: the Mandalorian. Now he is waiting for you to say something and as he does, he balls his hand into a fist and then releases the tension again, over and over like a nervous tic, like he needs an outlet for the tension in his body, the tension you have no idea he is feeling until you see his arm flex beneath the fabric covering it.

But, once more, you’re at war with yourself. You don’t know what to tell him. There is still that shimmer of hope on the horizon, the light that makes you believe you stand a chance if you bring him along. But his terms … you’re not sure if you can accept them. He doesn’t know Alvorine or the men you would be hunting half as well as you do. And you’ve never been one for following orders. So if you feel that his assessment of a situation is wrong, you’re not sure you’ll be able to run just because he tells you to.

You have a feeling that defying his orders would be the most dangerous thing you could ever do, even more dangerous than hunting down a group of ruthless bandits who like to torture and kill for fun.

“All right,” you say finally.

His fist unclenches one last time and he exhales slowly.

“But when we find them,” you swallow hard, once, but your mouth is completely dry, “I get to decide what happens to them.”

The Mandalorian turns toward you so abruptly that you almost lose your balance. You lean back and hit your elbow on the wall behind you. The pain makes you curse under your breath.

“Agreed,” he whispers. He sounds like a machine again, as if everything that makes him human is shut away beneath that cold, hard, invaluable beskar steel. You too feel cold suddenly, cold and afraid. “But until then you do as I say. Understood?”

You nod, not trusting your voice. He is too close to you, and drowns out everything else, even the sounds that you considered to be too loud mere seconds ago. If he wouldn’t be wearing a helmet, you would be able to feel his breath on your cheek. He takes up your field of vision almost entirely. You’ve never felt more on display, and yet more hidden. And you know that if you say the wrong thing now, it will have terrible consequences.

So you just nod again.

“We leave in the morning,” he tells you, then turns around suddenly and leaves, his cape trailing behind him.

All sounds come rushing back at once, as if you’ve just emerged out of a pool of water. You release your breath quickly, only now realizing you’ve been holding it. Then you slump back against the wall, a shaking, quivering mess.

***

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badgirlcovenrep · 3 years

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atlas

Alex Chen × Steph Gingrich fluffy comfort one-shot

(I was talking to a friend about the game and we were discussing how Alex is probably still carrying a lot of trauma. And even after everything that happened at the mines we still don't see her really grieve for the whole situation and herself. So- I had to write it, you know?)

Enjoy!

TW: mentions of suicide, death and mental health issues.

It's two months into their relationship now, and they are somewhere in a Californian town, living in a tiny apartment close to the beach. They play together in small venues and underground clubs. Alex bartends and Steph referees for DND campaigns at a nerd bar they found by chance on their first week there.

They're happy. As happy as Alex remembers being since she was- well, maybe nine.

Every day, it's a little like waking up into a dream. Living in an apartment with her first girlfriend, listening to music as they cooked dinner together. Getting to kiss her just because Alex felt like it. Because her heart went a little loopy inside her chest when she smiled. Because she knew Steph would hold on to her waist and make her feel like she was full of electricity.

The 'falling in love' business felt overrated before Steph.

But Being in the middle of it now, Alex doesn't think there's anything better.

Although a part of her still felt quite numb - she guesses it's not something that will go away that easily - and day by day, Alex felt a little bit more like she could breathe... like she was finally letting herself go, at least a little bit.

****

Now that she could comprehend and use her powers, it also seemed as if she'd started to become even more of a magnet for all sorts of emotion around her. And apparently Alex could do it in her sleep too.

The nightmares came in clusters most of the time, a badly cut-together mess of voices and feelings. The lady that lived under them, who lost her son when he was little. The couple from down the street, who were going through a hard time in their relationship. Even the little girl from upstairs, who had terrible night terrors of sharp-teethed monsters reaching from under her bed.

They all mixed inside her head until she woke up gasping for air and sizzling with emotion.

It was rare that she'd have a full dream, one that made sense and completed itself, but when she did they were always about Gabe. About sitting together at the rooftop of the Lantern and sharing a beer. Or climbing trees, like they used to do when they were little.

It was a relief from the usual doom.

And that dream was supposed to be nothing different. Or at least she thought it wasn't.

****

In it, they were at the ravine. A world of twinkling stars shining above their heads. The Colorado mountains all around them creating a landscape that was just as beautiful as it was bittersweet. Alex could see the log she'd crossed, still standing between her and the tiny outcrop of stone Ethan had been stranded on.

She hadn't dreamed of the ravine since leaving Haven Springs, but while she was there, Alex dreamt of it every night. She would see it when her eyes were closed. She could hear it, - the sirens, the terrible, deafening rumble of the ground splitting beneath them. The panic, pounding into her ears.

But this is different. Because when she looks around, Alex realizes she's standing over the elevated plateau, tied to the waist and leaning all her weight against a sturdy piece of rock.

Looking at her from below is Gabe. Lying on the cold ground. A cheesy smile spread across his face.

"Why are we switched?" Alex asks because that's all she can think of asking, as she stares at the rope that anchored her to the ground... to Gabe.

"Beats me. This is all your brain, not mine." He says, and Alex huffs in annoyance, "you know what's going to happen, but you keep coming here."

"I don't have a choice."

"Hmmm..." Gabe hums, but there's some humor in his expression as he stares intently back at her, "and that's exactly why... I'm here because I should say goodbye."

A coldness spreads over Alex's limbs. Around her, the very fabric of the dream dims into darkness as a strong breeze blows past them. She suddenly feels like throwing up.

"What- what does that mean?" It's a stupid question. This is her dream. Alex knows what it means.

Deep down, she knew she'd been conjuring him up for her own sake. Trying to bring back any morsel of relief into the giant hole he'd left inside her heart. However, Alex also knew at some point he'd be gone- she just didn't expect-

"You don't need me anymore, Alex." He says. As if it's that simple. As if she'd ever-

"I'll always need you, Gabe. Of course I need you." The words stumble out of her mouth, and she can feel the hot, angry tears falling down her face.

It feels like a hot iron pressed to the very top of her chest.

Like lava, boiling up into her bloodstream until Alex wants to punch something. The steam that prickles from under her skin, fighting to break free.

Anger always comes first when people feel cornered. It's something she noticed a while back. Out of all the emotions Alex had dealt with the past few months, that, at least, hadn't changed.

"Shit, Gabe. When you died I needed you more than ever."

"But we can't fix that, can we?" He asks, and another wave of anger rips through her. She looks anywhere but him, because Alex feels that if she does, she'll tackle and kill him all over again. But when he says nothing and they're left in the same pocket of silence - the one right before the whole world collapsed - her eyes eventually fall back to her brother. Tied to her and laid on the ground beneath. Looking at her like just as much the goofy asshole she missed so much.

Anger always felt urgent and fast, like a flash going through her body and leaving everything inside it in disarray. It demanded to be completely felt, but only for the moment it took for Alex to decide it wasn't worth launching the nearest object at a window.

Or trying to kill her dead brother.

"You might have needed Gabe. But you don't need this Gabe anymore, Alex. You can do it on your own now."

The fear and sadness that came after? They were usually much, much worse.

"But this is the only Gabe I have."

Those emotions, when mixed, turned into a horrible harmony that paralyzed her lungs and darkened the sides of her vision. They felt just as urgent as anger, but complacent. A beast staring at her from the very bottom of a pit. Tied to her by the waist and trying to lure her down into the abyss.

And, for Alex, the abyss was as deep as a ventilation shaft for a Colorado mining site.

"No, it's not. You'll always have me, Alex. And you know that." Not in the way that matters. Alex wants to say, but it's so redundant. He's the ghost. He should already know that. "And you have Ryan now, and Eleanor, Riley, Charlotte, Ethan... Steph..." he gives her a cheesy smile in the last name, wiggling his eyebrows back at her teasingly.

"Oh, God, way to ruin the moment." Alex can't help but chuckle a little through her tears. Is she blushing? You can't blame her for blushing, right? God, she feels like Diane.

"Hey. Let me have it. One of my only regrets is that I never got to tease the hell out of Steph for dating my little sister... and for being whipped as hell."

"That would have been so funny."

"I knew she'd get along with you but I guess I didn't expect... that. Shame on me. Should've had more artistic vision."

Alex chuckles as more tears run down her face. It's so bittersweet it hurts from the very inside of herself.

"All jokes aside. I'm glad you have her, and that she has you. She's good. Just make sure you tell her I'll haunt her from the grave if her dumb ass breaks your heart, okay?" Alex nods, and her body starts shaking with strangled sobs. So much emotion she just can't let go of. Because if she does, Alex is afraid there'll be nothing left.

"Hey. Don't cry. You can do this, Alex. You know how to live life now."

"I don't want to lose you again, Gabe."

"You'll never lose me. You'll just have to look a little harder." He smiles up at her, pulling jokingly on the rope, "now play your part - or is it my part? You get it."

And then- too soon. (Same as it was that night.) The sirens blast through the mountains, and somewhere above them, a giant explosion blows her eardrums, and boulders the size of cars come tumbling down the mountain.

She barely has time to blink. Barely has time to breathe one last time. Seen as she's Gabe, when she looks up all she sees is the giant rock, flying towards her, hitting her across the torso so hard, before she knows, she's flying way above the ravine, and one last glimpse of the stars catches hold over the veil of her memory before everything turns black.

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She wakes up in bed, desperately clawing at the top of her chest as she gasps for air. Her lungs feel like they're made of lead, and all around her, she can feel the weight of the rocks, the explosion, the debris, weighing down her body.

Alex pats across the mattress for Steph, who is not there. Another wave of panic washes over her. So strong her mouth turns dry and her head aches as she tries to breathe in, but her lungs can only handle tiny, torturous gasps of half-breath.

Alex dispels a world of curses towards herself inside. Willing her own body to just calm down. In the bathroom, she can hear Steph singing softly to herself- she must have come home late from the DND tournament. Alex told her she'd swing by, but she'd had a long shift and ended up just passing out as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Alex hadn't had an incident like this in very long. She could control it now. Most times. It wasn't easy, with being on the road and constantly surrounded by people. Sometimes, she still got more than she could bargain. When she walked across a depressed person on the sidewalk, or heard one of their multiple neighbors yelling at each other through the walls, and suddenly she felt as if the world blended out of focus into a tsunami of feeling.

Feeling that wasn't hers but still felt so much like it was.

Steph helped whenever it happened. For a sarcastic punk rock mess, she was surprisingly stable and so very reassuring.

Just the fact that she can hear her voice. That Steph is there in the apartment with her, is enough to calm some of her nerves, and while Alex still can't keep herself from pulling in gasps of air as she tries to hold in any kind of oxygen, she at least has a plan.

Water. Water will make her feel better, right?

Almost as soon as the idea crosses her mind, Alex's half-delirious brain commands her to get up, but her body feels so very heavy. Like she's really been trampled over by a wave of giant boulders. And as soon as her feet touch the ground, her legs give up under the weight, and she falls onto the hard floor with a loud, heavy thud.

The girl's hands fly up to hold her weight against the bed, and thankfully that means she doesn't face plant the ground, but it sends her heart into a neck-breaking pace, and all air Alex'd been able to gather so far escapes her in a single huff until she's hyperventilating again, hot, angry tears running down her face.

You're so weak. You're such a fucking idiot. Of course, you had to go and lose Gabe twice, who the fuck would want to stay with such a mess-

"Alex, are you okay?" Steph's voice comes, as she opens the door to find her girlfriend sitting on the ground, looking like she might pass out from just trying to get her lungs to work, "Alex!"

In a second she's crossed their room and kneeled by her, both hands going up to her cheeks on instinct, smearing away her tears.

"Breathe with me, okay? We've done this before, you can do it." She always gets just a tiny bit of a scared aura around her when Alex gets like this, never for long enough that she can read it, but it's still there, the tiny flutter of fear, "come on, breathe."

Her eyes go up to find Steph's, her strong, glittering green gaze. Alex might be the one with superpowers, but it was Steph who could so easily reach in and soften her edges like it was nothing. It was Steph who could just lean in and hold Alex's hand against her chest, letting her feel the determined rise of her lungs. Strong. Stable. Even Alex couldn't possibly understand how she did that.

How she always made Alex's breathing slowly come to shaky, deep breaths, crawling painfully out of her dry throat, but still better than gasping like a fish. Inside her, Alex feels the furious hurricane of emotion, twisting itself into the bottom of her lungs, taking hold of every bit of her until she felt like she could throw up.

"Wait here, I'll get you water," Steph says, and Alex wants to complain, she doesn't want to be alone, even for a second.

But before she can, Steph has left their bedroom for the kitchen, and Alex feels as if she's stable enough to crawl into bed, so she does so at a glacial pace. She grabs Shu-Shu, holding her close to her chest as she sits and waits for Steph.

She eventually comes back in with a glass full and Alex gulps it down in silence, unsure if whatever dam of emotion that has taken place inside of her will break if she tries to speak. So she sets the glass back and lies her head down on the pillow, facing away from Steph and the rest of the room as she tries to reel herself back in.

She can hear Steph taking off her boots and climbing into bed, one arm winding around her waist as she pulls Alex in closer.

"Was it the lady from upstairs?" Steph asks, eventually, after they sit in a few long minutes of silence.

"No." She replies, and it comes out so strangled, so broken, a few more tears run down her face. Steph pulls her even closer, a tight, steady pressure.

"The couple again? I swear to God I'll call the police on that asshole this time."

"No." Alex says, and she detaches herself from Steph just enough so she can turn around and look at her, "I had a dream about Gabe." Simply saying his name makes her whole body shake. Steph is looking at her so intensely, Alex has to close her eyes, holding on to the fabric of her shirt with all she had not to explode in whatever terrifying, dizzying bomb of emotion she could feel brewing inside herself.

Alex felt so much from other people it overwhelmed her multiple times a day, and even then, it was nothing compared to this. Nothing compared to how much sheer strength it took from her not to let it blow.

It scared her. More than anything.

"He wanted to say goodbye." She says eventually, "it was- I don't know. This- I- this isn't coming from anyone- How do I get rid of it? It's like it's all inside of me and it's taking up so much space and I don't know how to fix it" The words come tumbling out before she can stop them, and she's rambling through tears.

Steph sighs. And Alex can feel the love and sadness mixed together, blowing from her in waves as she holds Alex's chin, bringing her up so they can look at each other.

"Baby..." there are tears in her eyes now, as she pulls her closer until their foreheads are touching, and they are so close Alex can smell her lemongrass shampoo, "This is all yours."

And such simple words shouldn't hit her this fucking hard.

But it all suddenly makes so much sense-

Alex was numb after her dad left. She felt nothing for months. It was one of the most terrifying feelings in the world, a deep and powerful depression that threatened to overtake her at any given point.

Like her whole body was nothing but dead weight and her brain was way too tired to even try and keep up.

Young as she was, Alex guesses she never realized the first time she felt anything at all after that was when she discovered her powers. The day a boy came to the orphanage and he was so angry it blew her across the hallway. Ever since then, everything around her was a cacophony of feeling. Coming from every direction. Every street corner, every store, every park.

Every moment of her life since she was eleven, Alex could only feel for others.

"I- I forgot." She realizes, half surprise and half so much sadness another sob breaks through her throat.

Now it made sense, the anger, the sadness, the fear, a hurricane of emotion so very powerful it made her ears ring.

"I'm scared." She admits. Because for someone who had been so focused on learning how to exist among other people's feelings, Alex had no clue how to handle herself, "what do I do with all of this? How do I fix it?"

"Alex. Look at me." Steph brings her face upwards until they are so close, Alex can see the speckles of blue in her eyes, "Gabe died just four months ago, and you were there to see everything- then you got shot and thrown down God knows how many stories into a dark abyss that you somehow walked out of, but not before also finding out about your dad's tragic death - and I haven't seen you cry, actually cry, for yourself, even once."

"I- I can't, it's too much. I don't know how, Steph." Alex had learned her lesson. She'd seen her life as it was and survived it. Deep down she knew it wasn't her responsibility anymore - that it never was her responsibility, to begin with - to hold herself together for others. She knows.

But old habits die hard, and Alex guesses it'll take a while before she starts feeling it too.

Because right now, it still felt like the world might collapse if she wasn't there to hold it together.

"Just- give it to me. Everything you have, I can carry it for you." Steph says, with such determination, Alex actually believes her, but she takes her eyes away, trying to avoid the bubbling of tears threatening to jump out through her throat "Let it go, please, Alex. I can't watch you carry it alone anymore."

At that moment, Alex glances at her again, and there's so much pain, so much love in her eyes, that inside Alex, the dam finally breaks and she's choking on sobs. Tears start running down her cheeks as Steph leans in and pulls her closer, one arm around her shoulder and one on her hip, squeezing tight in reassurance.

If she didn't know better, Alex would've guessed Steph was the one with the superpowers, with the way she coaxes wave after wave of emotion out of her with nothing but her steady presence and quick, light kisses she leaves on Alex's head and hair as she holds on to her shirt for dear life.

It overwhelmed her more than anything she'd experienced so far, and for what feels like hours, she just sobs as Steph holds her.

She cries for her mom. Dead before her time, trying to hold them together to the very end. She cries for her dad, dying a slow death deep underground, a picture of the two children he'd never see again dangling around his neck. She cries for Gabe, for the time they'd never have, for the time they did have.

Above all, for the first time, Alex cried for herself. For being the last out of all of them. For the little girl that had to love and lose every single one of them in succession.

And in the middle of all of it, like a speckle of golden light hidden under all the darkness, for the first time, she feels that it could all start to feel alright.

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In love and death (Agatha x reader)

You frowned when the feeling came back, like something pulling from the back of your mind. It was strange and creepy, to be honest. Although you guess you didn’t have the right to say anything about creepiness, considering the nature of your powers. Since you were a little witch, you could always talk to the death. It was strange and it made the older witches on your coven laugh at you. Nobody believed you.

And then it happened. You revived your first corpse. It was only a rabbit you found in the forest, but it made your magic change. It was no longer gold, but a mix of black and gold. It scared you, and the other witches too. The matriarch expelled you from the coven when she found out, saying it was black magic and couldn’t allow a monster like you near the rest.

You were only 13.

Being alone from such a young age was tough, but it made you stronger. You could defend yourself and stand up. Well, maybe you weren't entirely alone. The rabbit you had brought back, Lola, was still by your side. She was a good company, and the ravages of death weren't quite gone, so she was quite aggressive with anyone that got too close to you. Sometimes you suspected that she was a demon and not a rabbit.

You two would travel around the world, never staying anywhere for too long, and then...you didn’t remember much. Just that your life was a hurricane, everything seemed to happen so fast and you didn’t really have time to bond with anyone. That’s why it was so strange to be living on Westview, with so many people around you, acting strange but friendly.

You could see the pain in their eyes, but they were smiling? And then you’d feel that sensation as if someone was trying to get into your mind. Or you would get suddenly sad and desperate whenever you walked by the Vision house. It was all so confusing.

“Y/N!”

You jumped a little and turned to see Wanda walking up to you. You smiled but couldn’t help but feel a little intimidated. There was something about her.

“Hi, Mrs. Maximoff” you forced a smile as the redhead walked up to you “What can I do for you?”

You frowned when you said that. It wasn’t your intention. Something just pulled the words out of your mouth, as if you were supposed to say them, like a script. You got suspicious when you noticed the smile on Wanda’s lips. She had wanted you to ask that.

“Oh well, you see” she started “It seems like I’m having trouble with Vision”

“Trouble?”

“Yes, yes, he seems to be a little...off, distant if you will. It’s like my relationship with him is starting to die”

You didn’t like the way she said that.

“Well, I’m really sorry for it” you said “have you tried talking to him about how you feel? Maybe that will help” you forced another smile

“Oh I did” she said “But I’m afraid it didn’t work. You see, it’s hard to make someone listen to you when they have dead ears” she joked

You laughed because you had the feeling this wasn’t a woman you would like to piss off, but you were getting scared of her. Really scared.

Lola must have sensed your fear because she suddenly appeared next to the woman and made a noise that made her jump a little. You took the opportunity your bunny gave you.

“Oh dear, I am so sorry” you lied “I don’t know how she keeps escaping. I’ll take her home before she causes any trouble”.

You took Lola in your arms and gave her one last fake smile before walking, almost running if you were honest, away from there. You didn’t even need to turn around to know the redhead was frowning at you, and you could feel the same thing trying to pull your mind. It only made you walk faster.

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You were scared of Wanda, that was no secret. You tried to avoid her as much as you could, turning around and walking away whenever you saw her. But that didn’t mean you hated her sons or wished bad things for her family. You liked kids and being left alone since you were 13 made you a little protective of them. You didn’t like to hear kids cry.

That’s why you didn’t think much about it when you brought Sparky back.

You were just passing by when you saw the Vision family and before you could turn around, you heard Tommy and Billy crying. You still feared their mother, but you couldn’t just leave them like that. So you approach them a little, but not really making your presence known. You waited till Wanda and Vision took the kids home before you walked up to Agnes.

It was strange, you could swear you had never talked to her before, but you still know who she was? And how she seemed to be so close to Wanda, being the only one not afraid of the redhead. Must be nice to have a friend like her.

The brunette looked at you and you could see her face changing from smirking, to surprise to sadness. Such a variety of moods in the 2 seconds it took you to be by her side. Odd.

“Hi” you shyly waved

“Oh, Y/N, hi dear” she said

You frowned a little. She knew your name? Small town, you guessed. But then again, you knew Agnes had the reputation of being the nosy neighbor, knowing everything about anyone.

“Such a tragedy, isn’t it?” she said, referring to the dog in her arms. You guessed Vision would come back for it after calming the twins.

“What happened?” you asked

“I found him on my azaleas” she simply said “I couldn’t do anything for him. It was too late”

For some reason, that story sounded fake to you, as if she had been practicing it for a while. It made you suspicious of the real reason behind Sparky’s death, and still you weren’t afraid of this woman like you were of Wanda.

You took a step closer and awkwardly raised your arms to her and the dog in her arms.

“Can I?” you asked.

The brunette frowned and seemed unwilling to give you the corpse, but she must have decided you couldn’t mean any harm because she shrugged and handed you the small dog. You smiled and unwrapped him, already trying to feel the last straw of life in him. a cold shiver run through your spine when you felt the traces of murder in him, and you had a pretty good idea of who must have done it. But Agnes seemed so nice and it was hard to picture her killing the small creature!

“Always be suspicious of someone who smiles 24/7” you thought.

The brunette just raised an eyebrow as you crunched down and put the dog on the floor. She didn’t know what you were doing but hey, whatever was the game you were playing, at least you were cute.

She had been watching you from afar, always being too busy with Wanda to actually approach you, but she had heard the rumors and gossip and she couldn’t agree more when they said you were an absolute beauty. And powerful too, if the aura she could sense from you was any hint.

That made her more intrigued as she watched you closing your eyes and placing your hands on the corpse. Whatever you planned to do, you surely wouldn’t do it infront of her, right? It would be stupid and risky and- oh ok. You were doing it. She silently gasped when the magic floated from your hands.

“Two colors? Interesting” she thought

Honestly, you were so used to this, to play with the line between death and life, that it just felt natural to you. You didn’t even think about how this might look to someone else. The brunette was frozen in her place as she watched your black magic wrapping the dog and slowly being replaced by the gold one. When it was only gold with no trace of black, Sparky started breathing again. You giggled as the dog started licking your hand, totally oblivious to the startled woman in front of you.

“How did you-” she started

“Sparky?”

You froze when you heard Vision’s voice behind you. The blonde man seemed confused, which was normal, his dog, which was dead a few moments ago, was now running around him. And yet, he didn’t seem scared, only confused.

“I-...the azaleas only made him sleep, but he’s fine now” you lied.

You could tell that both Vision and Agnes knew you were lying, but none of them dared to say it. Vision was just confused but grateful because the kids would be happy, and Agatha was rather curious about all of this.

You watched the man taking the dog and walking home after thanking you, before you did the same, giving Agnes a quick excuse before running away from there, feeling like you made a big mistake.

You didn’t notice the way the brunette’s eyes turned purple.

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And a mistake it was! If Wanda scared you before, it was worse after bringing Sparky back. She seemed determined to follow you around, talking about her husband and even going as far as to try to send you on a date with Pietro (it was really awkward to explain that you didn’t like men at all). It seemed like she wanted you in her family at any cost.

And you wanted to avoid it at any cost.

But Wanda’s were not the only eyes you could feel on your back as you walked through the town. Agnes seemed to be as fascinated by you as you were by her. You guessed it was because of what she witnessed, but still, she didn’t seem scared, only curious, which was a blessing to you. You had enough of being feared and being scared. It was nice to have someone who looked at you as if you were something worthy of admiration.

It made you feel special.

And you would be lying if you said you weren’t attracted to her. She was beautiful, ok? And she was bold and brave and funny and simply wonderful. The only thing strange about her was that you seemed to be the only one having a crush on her. It was unbelievable to you, that everyone thought was BY FAR, the most beautiful woman in town.

Sure, she was beautiful, but the way they said it was as if no one else was allowed to be beautiful, as if she was the only one. As if she was the main character of some kind of show and therefore, the attention must be on her at all times. You even got the feeling that YOU weren’t allowed to admire Agnes the way you did.

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Wanda frowned when she noticed the way you and Agnes kept looking at each other. It was the same way Vision and her used to look at each other before Than-...before that happened. It was love, she knew.

But she couldn’t allow it. Not when she hadn’t been able to make you understand, to make you see that she knew about your powers. She tried to control you, but your mind was strong, so the only option she had was to convince you to bring back Viz without actually telling you what was happening in Westview.

You could get scared and try to escape, and then, she would have lost the only chance to have Vision and Pietro back. The real ones. Besides, Agnes’ affection was probably an effect of the dome anyway, Agnes wasn’t allowed to think on her own, like the rest of Westview.

So, as much as she liked the brunette and thought of her as a friend, she couldn’t allow her to have your attention. Not yet.

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