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miinatozakiii · 8 months

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heyy loved the teacher fic!!! idk if u were open to writing a smut chapter but I’d love to read how sana’s a sweet kindergarten teacher by day, freak in the sheets by night ;) the kiss scene was so well written, so hot but so sweet!! Also loved the part about Sana admiring the tattoos

In any case, I’m excited to read more Sana fics from you, whatever the plot!

sweet nothings

wife!sana x fem!reader

summary: comfy, heated mornings are the best way to start the weekend.

wc: 1.9k

warnings: fluff ; smut ; cursing ; mentions of food

a/n: hi hi anons, thank you for your kind words! i was writing this little drabble for sana and it had smut and fluff, I figured it would fit both your requests. (also, to the second anon, I'm not too good with headcanons and whatnot so I hope this is alright with you.)

also, first time posting something more intimate, lmk how you guys like it.

sana is usually the first to wake up, it isn’t any different this morning.

she’s cuddled up against you, her arm draped across you and her hand on your waist. sana has one of your legs trapped between hers, as if you were one giant teddy bear, and your other free leg is sprawled out on the queen-sized bed. your hand rests on her forearm as you sleep, and sana has her head on your other arm near your shoulder while your hand rests on her own shoulder.

sana takes in the faint scent of vanilla and jasmine as she lazily breathes against your chest, it’s a refreshing smell and it really suits you, she thinks.

she lazily pulls herself closer to your body, trying to steal the warmth that you radiate, because it's unusually cold for some strange reason, but she's too lazy to turn off the fan that is spinning above on the lowest setting, or pull the blanket that sits messily on the two of you to cover her fully.

a small mumble escapes your lovers' lips, more like a faint hum as she nuzzles her nose into the crook of your neck, which seems to make you shift in your slumber a bit. your hand that's on sana's shoulder pushes the woman closer to you, and your other hand moves to her cheek, rubbing softly instinctively.

sana smiles at the feeling, and she's slowly waking up while you seem to be falling into a deeper sleep.

you two lay there for a bit longer – it's a saturday morning after all.

sana decides that it's time to get up fifteen minutes later, or at least when she's a little more awake.

she moves away a bit and a groan escapes your lips, sana giggles softly. she makes her way over to your cheek, trailing kisses down to where your pulse point is, and down to your collarbone with the tattoo that's exposed from your oversized t-shirt sana had gifted you for your birthday a couple months ago.

you roll over and your eyes stay shut,

"sana..." you mutter, "five... minutes...?"

"baby, it's almost eleven."

"it's saturday..." you sigh, blindly reaching for her as she lifts herself off of you.

sana looks at you, and she swears she falls a little more in love.

your cheek is mushed into the pillow after you had rolled over, and she thinks you're so damn cute she's going to lose it if she can't make out with you soon.

sana decides to give you a peck on the forehead, your cheek, and your lips – only to pull the blanket away from you after.

"sana!" you gasp. your eyes are open now, and you're rubbing at them while groaning dramatically, sana laughs at you with your disheveled hair, eyes squinted, and the sight of you in only the t-shirt and panties because you were too lazy to fully change back last night.

you pout and she just laughs at you again, "come on baby we gotta get up."

"how are you not tired? you came like, five times, at least," you say with annoyance, though you're pretty proud at how nice and pleasing it was to have her lose herself to you the night prior.

sana hits you with a pillow, "and I still have more energy to get up lazy bum! come on, I'm hungry!" she whines. you scoff lightheartedly and throw the pillow at her face, using that as a distraction and quickly pinning her down on the bed,

it's a swift movement, a short moment, but sana already feels the familiar aching feeling between her legs.

"mmm, me too," you mumble, looking down at her trapped between your hands, and your right leg is in between her legs just barely making contact with her sweet spot. you bite your lower lip slightly, and sana already pulls you closer.

you both smile into the kiss, even laughing in between.

it isn't long before you trail your kisses down to her jawline, to the crook of her neck, making sure to nibble at the spot that always has her gasping. she's already panting and you lick and nip at her neck a bit more, just before pulling away quickly to slip her shirt off.

the shirt she had been wearing belonged to you, it was easy to slip off and you already had access to all of her after it was off. the marks that you had given to her were still present all over her, damn... you marked her good.

"i thought you would've at least put your panties back on," you laugh,

"oh shut up," she responds.

you laugh again before getting back to work.

your first thought is to immediately make your way to her tits, and so you do. your lips land on her left nipple, and a sharp moan is heard from sana as soon as you do so. your right-hand plays with her other tit, groping it, squeezing it – just the touch of your hands and fingers on her chest is enough for her to lose herself in the moment.

she's gasping, she's groaning, and it's the best fucking way to start a saturday morning.

you toy with the right tit again, and then it feels right for you to go at it with your tongue. sana is whimpering at the feeling, gripping at your already messy hair, making it even worse, but it's worth it because the feeling is just so damn amazing.

your lips and hands work at her chest for a while, but now you're craving something sweeter. and so, your tongue makes its way down sana's tummy slowly, swirling around her sensitive areas that make her twitch in surprise, sucking and nipping at them to make her call out your name out of breath.

sana's body is like a monument, like a piece of art, something that takes time to really savor fully. it's something you admire, love, cherish, and devote your all to.

you make your way down the beauty that you're so glad to call your lovely wife of two years, and the familiar sight of her center is right in front of you. you plant slow, sensual kisses on the inside of her thighs, her back arches a bit and you smile.

"baby, please." she whines, "need your mouth."

"mhm."

your tongue comes into contact with her clit, and her hand shoots back to your hair, pushing you deeper her head sinks into the pillows, eyes closing. she's losing herself to you and you're losing yourself as you go down on her, just as it has always been.

you've been sucking on her clit for a bit now, and your fingers have been assisting by plunging into her as you lash your tongue against her pussy.

"god, fuck- oh my god... baby i'm-" sana can barely make out a proper sentence, she's trying to encourage you and it's really fucking difficult while you're going at her like that.

if the neighbors didn't hear the two of you fucking for hours last night, they're definitely going to notice the way sana sounds when she completely comes undone.

her hips are grinding into your mouth, bucking towards you, and by the way her breathing gets heavier and the way she repetitively mutters your name, she's about to cum soon.

your fingertips tighten around her thighs, and you lash your tongue against her walls, and give her that last feeling on her clit that makes her moan so loudly you might actually get a complaint from your neighbors; i mean, it wouldn't be the first time.

sana's whole body jerks a bit, and she's trembling the same way she had last night when she had reached her high. she lets her body relax into the bed, breathing heavily again and closing her eyes as you taste the rest of what she had offered from her climax.

you pull away and wipe your lip with your thumb, looking at your wife with admiration and care as her heavy breaths return to her normal breathing pace. she's lying on the bed and motioning for you to make your way back to her. she kisses you messily, and she hums as she tastes herself off your lips. sana hums in satisfaction.

"oh now you're tired?" you tease, looking at the beautiful, disheveled sana before you. she nods with a stupidly cute smile, and you can't help but plant another kiss on her lips.

sana wraps her arms around your neck, lazily deepening the kiss as your tongues explore the familiar setting they're in. you pull away for a brief moment to mumble against her lips, "let's wash up?"

"one more kiss," she whispers,

"anything for you, lovely."

sana does some persuading (she kisses you on the lips once) and manages to convince you to carry her to the living room.

you set her down so she can lean against the counter, and the high(s) from last night and twenty minutes ago seem to take a toll on her as her legs tremble slightly. you snicker and she hits your shoulder playfully.

"you need crutches?" you joke, looking at her with hearts in your eyes.

"yeah, and i'll poke you with them if you keep it up."

"sorry, sorry love." you chuckle, and you make your way over to put a hand on her cheek, the other hand just above her waist. "anything my lovely wife would like for breakfast?"

"mmm i think it's a little too late for breakfast." sana giggles, staring at your lips, "but~ maybe waffles?"

"anything for you." you smile.

it doesn't take you long to whip up some waffle batter, your signature mochi flour waffles – one of sana's favorites. you make four waffles, two for each of you. sana makes some tea and cuts up some bananas, apples, and takes out some of the honey from the fridge.

you put two of the waffles on one of the two plates that sana holds, and the other two on the other.

"thank you chef." sana says before pecking you on the cheek.

"mmm I think the chef deserves another."

"maybe at the table." she says, and you pout before she rolls her eyes and gets on her tip toes to peck your forehead.

you two sit at the table in your shared apartment after sana finishes putting the fruit in a seperate bowl and adding honey to the waffles – extra honey on your waffles, just how you like it.

you hum as you sit down with sana, reaching for the utensils and handing her some of her own before she kisses your cheek again.

"I love you." she murmurs.

"i love you more." you respond.

"never." sana argues.

"you wish."

sana rolls her eyes again before you poke at the waffles on her plate, cutting a piece for and feeding it to her. she melts as she chews on the piece, you laugh at her and you feel so content, there's a warmth in your heart as you watch her.

you two eat together, a few words exchanged while you devour the breakfast made, and moments like these remind you why you keep breathing and living – it's all for her.

sana's face is so bare, and theres something about her cozy state that makes you fall in love with her all over again.

– there's a sudden knock at the door that breaks you out of your little daydreaming, sana turns to you with her left cheek a bit puffed out due to the food she's been chewing. you shrug and tell her to wait there, making your way over to the door.

there's a familiar face, the annoying old guy that lives next to you – he looks pissed.

"sana," you start, "it's the neighbors."

"not again."

#twice x reader #anon asks #anon #sana x reader #kpop x reader #twice sana #twice imagines #sana imagines #sana smut #twice smut #twice fluff

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noellefan101 · 9 months

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They Steal Your Hoodie-Genshin

Characters: Xiao, Cyno, Albedo, Tighnari, Venti, Wanderer/Scaramouche x gn! reader

Summary: They steal your hoodie and wear it, what do they think abt the act of doing so?

Warnings: Reader is taller, modern au(kinda)

Note: i did write one were you steal their hoodie instead, there the reader is shorter too, its here. and it deleted my venti one im so sad, wtf tumblr just WHY! anyway, love ya´ll

Xiao

he didn´t know what was so special about it, isn´t it just regular clothes. he also didn´t understand, why you were sad about being taller than him because you couldn´t wear his clothes. it just didn´t make sense to him, why was it different when wearing your partners' clothes instead of your own? he maybe thought some of your clothes were pretty but didn´t think about him wearing them instead of you. and yes, perhaps he thought about it a little before, but only did it because some of his friends asked if he had done that before(sry had no ideas). then one of the days you weren´t home, he had maybe gotten a little bored and thought about trying your hoodie on. he would have asked but of course, you weren´t home that day. so he just took a little look in your closet and picked out a hoodie you wear a lot. and just tried it on. for what he thought would just be a little bit, then turned into hours, where he was just lost in the softness of your hoodie. and then you got home... you thought it was cute, but he should just ask next time.

he wasn´t exactly someone to do this, but it was cute anyway.

Cyno

he didn´t think it was anything special and also didn´t think about doing it himself. until you had to go out for a few weeks because of some work. and oh my he missed you doing those weeks. he asked Tighnari about it, and if there was anything he could do to miss you less. of course Tighnari listed some things he could try, but the one that stood out to him the most was wearing a piece of your clothing. he hadn´t really thought about doing something like that, and definitely not without your permission, but he wanted to at least try. so a day were he was missing you an extra lot, he just took a little look into your closet. there wasn´t that much since you were out for some weeks, but there was still some of your hoodies you wear a lot. so he chose that and put it on, and it was so comfy and good to wear, he loved it. and then he also wore that for at least a few days. therefore when you got home, you got the site of him, in your hoodie, just sitting there chilling. you just said he looked cute in it, and went to your room to unpack, leaving Cyno blushing in the living room.

he was certainly strange, but you don´t mind, you like that.

Albedo

he doesn´t understand the act of doing so, therefore he decided to do some research. the first thing that he thought of doing to find out was asking people about it, but it didn´t seem like they wanted to talk about it. the second thing was doing it himself so... he may or may not have ended up trying on one of your hoodies/without your permission/and "forgot" to take it off afterward. but i mean you can´t really blame him, can you? it was so comfy, it smelled like you and it was way to big on him, witch only made it better. but the thing was you were coming home in a few minutes, and he hadn´t thought about how you would react. you of course didn´t have anything against it and just laughed it off, telling him he could just ask next time(like the good person you are ;D).

he didn´t think he could fall more in love with you, yet here he is.

Tighnari

he thought it was stupid, but he didn´t really mind it. i guess he just didn´t get why. like you have your own perfectly good clothes yourself, why steal/borrow your partner's clothes. this lead to him wanting to find out why it was such a special act. so... he looked in your closet and found you favorite hoodie, you wear it all the time. so he would just be "borrowing" that for the next few minutes, or so he thought. he didn´t actually think it would be this comfy, and then there´s your scent just stuck in the hoodie. he didn´t realize its been a few hours now and he´s still wearing your hoodie, its only when the front door opens and you step inside he remembers that´s he´s wearing it. you (being the best person on earth and teyvat)didn´t mind and left his red face alone/after kissing it a few many times/.

he didn´t think it would be that comfortable, maybe he just had to try it to find out why.

Venti

he thought it was cute, but didn´t quite understand why people did it. wasn´t it the same as wearing your own clothes, maybe it was the size difference, but then you could just buy oversized clothes. yeah, he didn´t get it, but that's okay, we all have to learn right. so he wanted to test it, and he didn´t really want you to know, he thought that would be either weird or embarrassing for both of you. so the day you weren´t going to be home all day he just maybe "borrowed" one of your hoodies. and he now understands how it is, and how its different. first of all it smelled exactly like you, it was kinda like you were hugging him. second, it was way too big for him, it was already big on you so on him, it was massive. third, it was so comfy he forgot time, and he only saw the time when you walked into your shared home. and uhm... it was something to come home to for sure, and he got really red after you asked whether was wearing. but it was fine in the end, plus you let him wear your clothes/with your consent this time/.

he looks like a tomato when you tease him, truly adorable.

Wanderer/Scaramouche

he thinks it's pathetic, why would he need to take your clothes when he has his own? for short, he thought it was so fricking stupid. but he was kinda interested in what was oh-so-special about it, and may have thought about taking a hoodie from your closet. so the one day he knew you weren´t going to be home most of the day, he tried it out. and he thought it was great, but still didn´t really get it. it was so big, comfy and smelled so much like the perfume you use. he liked it but the only problem was that he didn´t have as much time as he had wanted. reason being that he was way too hesitant about trying it on, he didn´t realize the time. and he had then wasted so much time, because you were a few minutes away from your home, and had texted him the same. when you came home, lets just say you were shocked. reason being, he had complained a few nights ago about how ridiculous it was to borrow your partners clothes, and said you could just buy your own clothes instead. but maybe it was little cute(don't tell him I said that, I will die at least 10 times. pls)

Although he said it was pathetic, he still did it, wonder what else he´s doing then.

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elle-maybe · 2 months

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Afternoons with Matty

Matty x reader

Warnings: smut, 18+

As morning fades into afternoon you and Matty decide to head downstairs and spend some time in the garden. It's not big, and there isn't any grass but you've got a couple of sun loungers and some potted plants, and fences high enough to award you privacy without blocking out the sun. And the sun is shining today, it feels like the first proper day of summer. A comfortable 18 degrees, Matty reclines on the sun lounger with his sunglasses on, soft cotton shorts and a loose vest, you've thrown on one of Matty's t shirts with a pair of cycling shorts, your hair pulled up in a messy bun. You sit on the other sun lounger and open your book but you can't get comfy, you try lying on your side, raising and lowering the back of the lounger, but it's no use. You climb over to where Matty's lying and sprawl yourself out over him, snuggled under his arm you wrap your left arm and leg across his body and squeeze tight, whilst your other limbs are wedged in at his side. Its a tight squeeze, but you close your eyes and let out an exaggerated sigh. "Everything ok my love?" Matty asks with a chuckle. "Missed you" you reply and nuzzled your head into his chest as if you were trying to climb inside his body. "I was right next to you my darling " he says and holds the back of your head, gently rubbing your neck. "Too far away" you answer back.

You and Matty decided after a difficult tour spent apart that you wouldn't say "I miss you" in your phone calls or texts. It made things difficult if Matty had been having a good day but you phoned him telling him how much you missed him then he started to feel guilty and it could bring his mood down, and the same for you if you'd had a day spent with your friends and Matty told you he's been missing you all day then your mind could start to play tricks on you. Some people find it strange but it's what works for you. You were still honest with eachother and told eachother if you were feeling low or having a bad day but your days weren't spent back and forth texting about who missed the other one more. It did however mean that when you were reunited the first few days were spent reminding eachother "I missed you so much, I love you I love you I really missed you so so much". These comments were of course met with kisses and cuddles and tight squeezes and "I missed you too darling, every day."

As you daydreamed about your time spent apart you realise that Mattys breathing has become heavy and you hear a gentle snore. Of course he was exhausted with jet lag and you're glad he's finally managed to drift off. You peel yourself out from beside him, slowly untangling your limbs, and you creep into the house. You stocked up the cupboards before Matty came home but there's one thing you really fancy right now so you grab your keys and purse, and scribble a quick note "gone to the shops, back by 12:30" and leave it on the counter incase Matty wakes up.

When you get back Matty's still fast asleep on the sun lounger, so you make a start on lunch, setting the worktop with hot dog buns, salad, cheese and various sauces; stuffing bananas with squares of chocolate and wrapping them in foil, then heading outside and trying to light the disposable barbecue that you'd bought. You find one of Matty's lighters next to the plant pot that has doubled as an ash tray, and you set to work, lighting the sheet of paper inside the barbecue and watching the flames start to build. What you hadn't anticipated is the smoke that would start flowing into Matty's face, rudely waking him from his slumber with a cough. "Oh my god I'm so sorry" you laugh, "I wanted to let you sleep until the food was ready." "Are we having a barbecue?" Matty says, his voice groggy from sleep. "Yeah was it not obvious from the smoke" you tease. "Shut up" Matty laughs, "it's looking good though, should be ready to put the food on soon, what are we having, did you make banana splits?" "I think it needs a bit longer actually, you're meant to wait until the flames have all stopped. And yes of course I made banana splits, it wouldn't be a barbecue without them and I got hot dog stuff too".

"How long do we have then?" Matty asks, "enough time for a quicky?"

"Matty!" You exclaim, "again?? Already??" You can't help but laugh. Matty sits up on his sun lounger and pulls you to stand between his legs, you have other ideas and straddle his lap instead, your knees either side of him, holding his face between your hands. "Ok maybe a cuddle then" Matty smiles up at you. You lean in to kiss him, your lips meeting his, slowly parting as you let your tongue enter his mouth. You reach your hands around the back of his neck, deepening the kiss, remembering all the nights you spent lying in bed on the phone telling Matty everything you wanted to be doing to him, hearing his breathing get faster as you explained in explicit detail exactly how you wanted to get him off. Hearing his soft moans down the phone as he reached his high, it was never as good as being together but you and Matty had ways of keeping intimacy going between you even when you were apart. You feel a warmth running through your veins and you find yourself needing to hear those familiar moans coming from Matty's lips.

As you continue to make out you slowly grind your hips into him and you get the expected result, feeling him start to harden underneath you. You climb off Matty's lap, and keeping eye contact with him you grab a cushion from the sun lounger and place it on the floor kneeling on it, between his legs. You tap his hip and he lifts up, so you can pull off his shorts. "Babe you know I was joking, we don't have to..." "Shhh" you cut him off, "I want to. Just relax yeah?" You place a hand on the outside of either leg and start gently kissing up the inside of Matty's right thigh, just when you reach the top you go back down and start at his left knee, kissing your way up again. Matty leans back on his hands, his sunglasses ontop of his head and his eyes looking down at you. You know you don't have a lot of time if you want to get lunch on, but you also don't want to rush. You kiss the skin under mattys belly button and work your way down. You lick your lips and look up at him, then lick a long stripe all along his shaft before it enters your mouth. You hear Matty gasp, and you see his hands scrunch into fists, you moan around him and start to gently bob your head, never breaking eye contact, as you suck on him, hard and aching inside your mouth.

"Fucking hell babe" Matty moans "so good, so good with your mouth, fuck, you know just how I like it". You let him gently thrust against the back of your throat, and you feel saliva dribble down your chin. You keep a steady pace going and you can taste the first drops of salty pre-cum as they drip into your mouth. You have one hand on mattys hip, helping to set the pace, and you bring the other hand underneath to his balls. You know how sensitive they are and you can hear from mattys panting and moaning that it won't take much for him to be pushed over the edge. "Please, uh please babe" Matty says, his eyes tight shut and his head thrown back. you know what he needs at this point and you're more than happy to give it to him, you mumble a "yeah" without taking him out of your mouth. But matty needs proper confirmation that you're ok with this, so he looks down at you "can I?" You nod. He gently runs his hands through your hair and grips onto the back of your head, he starts fucking your mouth, letting out louder and louder groans with every thrust. You feel your eyes watering and Matty's hitting against your gag reflex but you love giving him this power. There's nobody else that you trust, or have ever trusted this much, and Matty knows that. The amount of mutual respect in your relationship allows you to push the boundaries and give control over to the other person in a way that you never thought you would be able to do. Matty's pulling your hair tight now, fucking into your mouth whilst tears run down your face, you can hear how close he is and as you give his balls a firm squeeze he lets out a cry and warm cum spurts into your mouth. You swallow down every last drop, wipe the saliva off your chin and look up at matty with a feeling of adoration. He looks down at you and wipes the tears from your cheeks. "You ok darling? I didn't hurt you?" "No my love, you've never hurt me." You climb back onto Matty's lap and snuggle into his neck, he squeezes you tight and you feel at one with him as your breathing synchronises with his. "I suppose we'd better get the food on now" you say, and start to reluctantly peel yourself from his lap. "Just one more minute" Matty responds and you sink back into his lap once more.

#matty healy fanfiction #matty healy x reader #matty healy smut

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somethingsomethingwords · 3 days

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Hello hello hello!!! This was born because I needed more Nando being besotted and Lance getting some deserved rest, no other reasons. Thank you for reading. Enjoy 💜.

Fernando was starting to feel some not so vague sense of annoyance at himself.

He and Lance were supposed to go on a date, the first one in a while, because their lives were chaotic and busy as hell.

They were both in Canada, Lance staying home, relaxing after a rough start of the season and some previous commitments, while Fernando was there for some sponsor event that absolutely required his presence, not at all having begged for something to do in Canada, granting him an excuse to be near the other man.

But he must have prayed a little too hard, because not only the event had run later than programmed, but it was followed by a long wait in the car due to the heavy traffic.

While he was sitting in the car, he started making a mental list of all the things he would have to do to make it up to Lance.

The young man had been so happy about finally having some time off together. Despite being visibly tired, he had made some plans, and the promise of more to come once they were back home.

It was strange to think about a manor in a forest as a home for Fernando, but it wasn't home, not really, just like his own house in Monaco wasn't. It was Lance that made every single building that they were in a home.

Love-safety-protection.

But right now, he had to think on how to apologise, because Lance must have been mad as hell.

Usually, when Fernando was late, Lance would write him a text every 10 minutes until he arrived. It was his way of annoying him and still making sure he knew he cared.

Now, it had been radio silence the whole evening. He prayed Lance would let him in, even if just to take a change of clothes.

When he finally arrived, he parked the car and went to the front door.

It was strange, because it was getting dark, but he couldn't see any of the lights on.

He started feeling worried. What if Lance was so mad he left? What if he fell and knocked himself out?

He took a deep breath and opened the door.

First things first, he turned on the lights, and he was going to scream Lance's name, when he finally saw the Canadian.

He was lying on his very comfy sofa, asleep and without his shirt on, because on his chest was napping a peaceful looking blonde baby, thumb in her mouth, wrapped in a blanket, that he recognised as Lance's favourite, and protected by Lance's arm around her. Her cheek rested on his naked skin, seeking his warmth and lulled by his heart beat.

Oh.

This tender moment, the softness of niece and uncle bundled together and asleep in the safety of a house Lance promptly opened to Fernando, it was getting to him.

He could almost see Lance with another baby, their hair brown as their eyes, grins mischievous and big smiles, crawling slowly on this same parquet, then running on some sandy beach, speaking fast English then Spanish then French then Italian, their pale skin easily turned red by the sun.

He could see them starting karting, or playing hockey, or maybe wanting nothing to do with sports.

He could see them graduating, moving out, having a family of their own, while he and Lance grew old and grey, happy and satisfied and together.

Together. It seemed impossible, but maybe it wasn't, after all.

The thoughts of a home somewhere quiet, a ring and a child filled his mind, and he softly smiled at a future now lying sleeping on a couch.

At that exact moment, the baby girl started waking up, moving her little arms and softly whining.

He could see Lance starting to wake up as well and decided to intervene. He smiled at the baby, picking her up and gently rocking her. He bent over his lover, and left a kiss in his hairline.

"Keep sleeping cariño, I got her" he whispered, melting at the sight of Lance relaxing once more and mumbling something along the lines of "safe with you".

He rose up and walked to the kitchen. There was already a bag for the baby full of clothes and diapers and baby bottles.

"Are you hungry, mi amor, or you didn't agree with waking up, uh? Your uncle is the same, don't worry" he said, while waiting to understand what she needed: that was pretty clear when she put her whole fist in her mouth.

"Hungry it is. Just give me five minutes, and don't eat your hand" he laughed softly, before sitting her on the high chair Lance had stressed over while buying.

He quickly heated up the milk, making sure it wasn't too hot before feeding it to the girl. She hungrily took it, and made her way through it, almost finishing it all, before pulling away.

Fernando took her up, and started walking, gently tapping her back until she burped. He then cleaned her up, and returned to the living room.

The moment her eyes were on Lance, the baby tried to reach for him.

Fernando giggled and re-wrapped her in the blanket, depositing her once again on his chest.

Instinctively, Lance put his arm around the baby, and their breaths soon synchronised.

Fernando was left once again the only one awake. He decided to wait for Lance to wake up, sitting on the armchair near his head, just at touching distance. He started passing his hand through the younger man's hair, and was rewarded by a deep sigh of happiness.

Date night could wait, when they had a baby to take care of and some well deserved rest to look forward to.

#strollonso #fernando alonso #lance stroll #grumpy cat boy x besotted old man #yes this is what i think about daily #but can you blame me #them being soft and warm is my roman empire

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juanarc-thethird · 1 year

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Can I sleep in your bed?

Late at night...

Nora, wearing her pajamas, walks over to Jaunes's bed.

Jaune: *Sleeping wearing some yellow shorts and a black t-shirt*

Nora: *Whispering* Jaune...

Jaune: *Sleeping*

Nora: *Whispering a little louder* Jaune!

Jaune: *Sleeping*

Nora: Jaune!

Jaune: Huh! Wha?! Nora? What happen?

Nora: I can't sleep.

Jaune: Oh... did you have a bad dream?

Nora: *Nods*

Jaune: I see... Do you want to sleep in my bed with me?

Nora: *Nods again*

Jaune: Ok… *He makes space for her on the bed* Come, lie down.

Without saying anything, Nora gets into bed and snuggles into Jaune.

Jaune: Are you comfy?

Nora: *Nods*

Jaune: Ok, goodnight Nora.

Nora: *Quietly* Goodnight Jaune.

And nothing NSFW happen.....

Unless....

NSFW version with a little bit of sweet:

Nora: Jaune...

Jaune: Yes?

Nora: I still can't sleep.

Jaune: Do you want to talk about something to help you forget?

Nora: I was thinking of something... different~

Jaune: Like what?

Suddenly Jaune feels Nora's hands get under his shirt.

Jaune: *Surprise* Nora?!

Nora: You are very warm. Can I hug you?

Jaune: I guess?

Jaune watches as she moves under the cover of the bed. He doesn't know what Nora is doing, but he can feel his shirt being lifted. Then he unexpectedly feels two warm soft bags touching his chest.

Jaune: *Stunned* Nora, what is that?

Nora: You know… I... I have a crush on you.

Jaune: *Blushing* You do?

Nora: Yes, but I never knew what to do. But then I had that awful dream where I lost you.

Jaune feels Nora's embrace tighten.

Jaune: *Worry* Nora...

Nora: It felt so real, and I… *Sniff*

Jaune sees how she trembles and can feel her tears on his skin. He rubs her head and tries to comfort her.

Jaune: It's okay Nora, I'm here. Nothing happened to me.

Nora: I know but...*sniff*...I was so scared.

Jaune: I know...

Nora: Jaune...

Jaune: Yes, Nora?

She looks directly into Jaune's eyes. He watches her eyes carefully. It was strange to see Nora so vulnerable, and delicate. There have been few times that he saw her like this. But tonight this felt different.

Nora: I... I love you

"I love you", words that Jaune did not expect to hear from Nora to him. He never thought he had a chance with her, she is so energetic, strong and always so positive. She is the complete opposite of him.

However, those words did not leave Jaune's mind. Love, Jaune doesn't know if he really loves Nora. They've been so close that he doesn't know if the feeling he has for her is something romantic or platonic.

In his mind several memories appear, all about how Nora and he spent time together. Every story they forged, every joke they told, every tear they shed. It was the perfect friendship… but Nora didn't see it that way. For her it is the perfect love. So he thought very hard and he asked himself the question, do I love Nora?

Nora: Jauny?

"Jauny" a name that Yang once called him, and he hated. At first, it bothered him and he tried his best so that no one else would call him that. Especially that Nora didn't find out, but it was an impossible task.

One day Nora find out about his nickname and with her cheeky smile she says it. And instead of getting upset, Jaune felt butterflies in his stomach. It was... unexpected for him to feel that way, but it didn't feel wrong.

While Jaune was thinking about that, Nora moves a bit away from him and starts pulling down his shorts, along with his underwear.

Jaune: *Surprise* Nora?!

She begins to massage his member.

Nora: You didn't answer my question, so I thought maybe your body can answer for you.

Jaune: But this...

Nora: *Puppy eyes* You don't like it?

Jaune felt his heart pound. Nora continues to move her hands, as she and Jaune stare into each other's eyes. They steal glances between their lips and eyes, bringing their faces closer little by little.

Without realizing it, their lips touch and the two are carried away by the sweet taste. Jaune moves his hands to her waist and slides them until they reach her ass. He begins to massage it slowly, with a smooth but firm motion. Nora moans in surprise, but that doesn't stop her. After a while, they separate and catch their breath.

Nora: Jaune…

Jaune: Yes...

Nora: I want you. I want you inside me.

Jaune: But I don't have a condom.

Nora: I don't care.

Jaune: But...

Nora approaches his ear and whispers.

Nora: Fuck me please~

Jaune felt a tingle on his back, the sensation made his cock harder than usual. Without protesting, he takes off her pink shorts and underwear, and puts his cock between her thighs. Nora can feel the heat from his cock, making her excited about what's going to happen now.

Jaune: Nora, I-I want us to feel good together.

He moves Nora's leg a bit and tries to get his member inside her, but with no luck.

Nora: *giggles* Let me help you.

Without leaving the sheets, she gets on top of him, takes his dick, and guides it to the entrance of her pussy.

Nora: Here, now... *She slowly lowers her hips* ...slowly put it in and...

Without warning, Jaune puts it all in her with a single thrust.

Nora: OH FUCK!~💕

Jaune: I'm sorry! Are you okay?

Nora: I'm fine, just give me a moment.

While Nora takes her time, Jaune realizes that she is bleeding down there.

Jaune: Nora, is this…

Nora: My first time? Of course, dummy. Now stop talking and make love to me.

Jaune firmly grips her ass and he slowly moves his hips. Thrusting his long member of hers over and over again.

Nora: Mmm~ Just like that. Fuck~ I can feel your dick stretching me. Does my pussy feel good?

Jaune: Yes, I love it~ Aah!~

Nora: I'm glad. Mmm~

Jaune continues to move his hips, and Nora takes this opportunity to kiss him. She puts her hands on his face and guides him to her lips. Jaune gets excited by this, and turns her around, putting him on top of her while continuing to kiss and inside her. Nora looks at him with tender eyes and an adorable expression.

Nora: Jaune~

Seeing her like that and saying his name affected him wildly. He took her hips and starts fucking her hard.

Nora: Jaune!~💕

Jaune: Fuck~ (I want her! I want Nora so much! I... I want to Impregnate her!)

Nora: Oh Jaune!~💕 I can feel your cock deep inside of me!

Jaune: I love you Nora!

Nora: You finally said it! Aah!!~

Jaune: I love you so much!

Nora: I love you too! Oh God!~ I'm about to... Fuck!~

Jaune: Me too!

Nora: Let's come together!

Jaune: Fuck! Here it comes!

Nora: *Traps him with her legs* Give it to me, please!

Jaune: I'm... I'm...!

Nora: Do it!!

Jaune: I'm cumming!!!

Nora: Oh FUUUCK!!!!~💕

Nora can feel how Jaune lets out everything deep inside her. It's hot and too much, it's so much that a little came out of her. She just hugged him tight, still having her legs locked, holding Jaune in place. They look at each other and kiss passionately.

Nora: I love you

Jaune: I love you too.

Moments later....

The two of them are snuggled into each other lovingly under the bed sheets.

Nora: You sure came a lot.

Jaune: It's your fault, you're too sexy.

Nora: *Giggles* But you were too rough for my first time.

Jaune: I'm sorry.

Nora: It's fine, but next time be more gentle, ok?

Jaune: *Smiles* Of course.

The two kiss one last time, before falling into sweet sleep.

#jaune arc #rwby jaune arc #rwby jaune #jaune #nora #nora valkyrie #rwby nora #rwby nora valkyrie #rwby nora's arc #nora's arc #jaune x nora #rwby jaune x nora #jaune arc x nora valkyria x lie ren #rwby jaune arc x nora valkyria #rwby #rwby smut #rwby lemon

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localityghost · 1 year

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❛ ┊𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤'𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐲?!᥀┊𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐||𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

CW||Jealous Bachira, Smut, Fluff, Public sex, pent-up Bachira,sommnophilia,threesome,characters aged up!

A few weeks have passed and everyone's gotten accustomed to you being their little nurse some are too comfy but others at least liked you. You were a hotshot in blue lock as other teams came to you for injuries even if they were minor, of course, you didn't mind, but someone from Team Z was not particularly happy with this arrangement. Bachira had come into your offices in the early morning hours "Bachira? What are you doing here?" he looked to see Nagi resting in your lap as he sighed and snuggled in next to you he would deal with Nagi later Bachira was curled in the nook of your neck which made you sigh as you decided to lay down finally as you something hard against you shifting a bit you realized there were two hard things against you and your mind starting to spiral in a barrage of thoughts feeling Nagi shift in his state as the tired Nagi with sleepy eyes climbed on top of you speaking softly to you as he messed with your hair "Y/N...can you help me...?" Nagi said in a lazily tired voice as he rutted against you the feeling of butterflies in your stomach feeling 10X worse with Nagi humping you the humping must've woke Bachira because now he was trying to tug off your shirt oh boy but you sat there and pretended you were asleep as Nagi and Bachira had their way with you.

Nagi slid off your panties as he touched your plush thighs squeezing them a bit as Bachira reprimanded him "Don't mess up her pretty thighs" Nagi then said, "I'm just touching them...what jealous?" Bachira stuck his tongue out at him before using his tongue to circle around the top of your tits as he groped and kneaded them, Nagi wasn't one to do much work since he saw it as a waste but you were an exception to him as he positioned himself between your legs "Y/N...I'm gonna put it in now ok...?" he said softly to you thrusting into you slowly but surely he toppled over you once Bachira was a bit fussy about this "Nagi pull out" Nagi looked up at him and rested on your chest "No...too much work..." Bachira saw you shift in your supposed "sleep" as he whispered "Shhh...go back to sleep" Nagi started to thrust into you a bit more earning a small moan from you Nagi looked up and tilted his head "Ah- she moaned I wanna hear more but I have to move...." Bachira then insisted he'd do it instead and Nagi wasn't keen on letting him he was enjoying your cunt a little too much as him and Bachira fussed you decided this was a good moment to "wake up" sitting up you looked at Bachira and Nagi sighing "Well this is one way to wake me up..." Nagi cuddled right into your chest "Y/N...m'tired can you help me cum...?" Bachira looked at him with a strange look "Your so lazy the only thing your good at is soccer" Nagi nodded as he tugged on the fabric of your shirt so he could feel the full-on warmth of your chest Bachira was getting fussy again so you kissed as he slid his tongue in catching you off guard his mouth exploring yours as Nagi cuddled into the soft warmth of your bare tits out on display thrusting into you slowly you felt as if you were gonna cum right then and there until you heard your door open as eyes widened Bachira sticking out his tongue and Nagi just looking up from his spot "What the hell Nagi? T-Thats our nurse" Reo said rubbing his neck and trying his best not to look at your fucked out figure too much but he couldn't help it you looked so he couldn't put his finger on it and Isagi's face was nothing but red as he said "Y-Y/N we have a game so can you..." you immediately nodded escorting Nagi and Bachira out but as you tried Bachira presses you up against the wall after the others exit "You made me real jealous earlier...now it's my turn! ^^" he said happily positioning himself before thrusting into you at a steady kneading your breasts like they were gonna disappear from his sights as he felt you clench around "Woah! So tight Y/N..." he said starting to kiss your neck as you were trying to pace your breathing but once you got adjusted he just sped up causing your chest to push up against the wall Bachira groaned as he fucked you helplessly on the wall "Y/N...haha your all wet...taking me nicely" he chuckled before his pace stuttered and came you had cum leaking down your thighs as bachira slept on the flor of your office sighing you pick him up and lay him on the bed. Wasn't that an eventful night?

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f1-giuki · 20 days

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pls pls do your eyes tell by bts to lestappen and angst cause istg the way they look at each other 😭

Hi darling anon!!!!!!💖💖💖 thank you so much for the song prompt, I fucking love bts and this jk song is so good!!!!!! Hope you like what I wrote, it's nearly 1k!!!💖💖

your eyes tell - prompt post

Max looks at Charles in the club, dancing and enjoying having a random girl grinding on him, drunk but with still a drink in his hand. The heavy bass of the drums makes his heart feel like it’s leaping out of its place. He watches as Charles drags his free hand from her neck down her curves, resting on her ass, underneath her dress. Max bets the skin is impossibly smooth and plump.

He shakes his head and goes back to his gin and tonic. Alex and George, next to him, are lively talking about some stupid mechanical component of their cars. Max feels tired of cars for the first time in his life. He goes back to watching Charles eat that girl’s mouth out with drunk fervour. He’s rapt because of the sight. She keeps one hand on his face and the other sliding down his chest, feeling his defined abs.

Max rolls his eyes. It’s going to be a long night. Charles is staying in the room in front of his, and Max doesn’t have enough depravity to witness that too. He takes the last sip of his drink and casts one last glance at Charles. He’s sucking on the girl’s neck but he’s staring right at Max. Max shakes his head and raises his empty glass to him before turning around and walking away.

He pats George and Alex on their backs as a goodbye and calls a cab to get back to his hotel. Looking for someone is not something for that night.

He meets Carlos and his girlfriend in the lobby and stays for a little with them to talk. Charles and the girl walk past them, too busy grabbing and kissing to notice them. Carlos sighs and complains about Charles’ behaviour. Max laughs it off, but Carlos knows they share the same concern. It’s been going on for a while and it would be better for him to stop.

“I’m going to sleep, see you tomorrow at the airport?” Max says after a good chat, hugging Carlos and kissing his girlfriend’s cheeks.

Carlos nods and Max walks to the elevators. The ride is quiet and Max enjoys the silence while it lasts. He walks to his room and the whole hall is silent. Weird. He shakes his head and swipes his key inside. He takes off his clothes and treats himself to a nice hot shower. When he's done he dries himself up, dries his hair, puts on a comfy white cotton t-shirt and a pair of underwear. Everything is still so quiet. He opens a bottle of water and takes a sip. He had just a drink that night, so the morning would be nice to him.

Max considers watching a movie, but a knock on his hotel door gives him other plans. He furrows his brows and sets down the water bottle. Thinking it could be either Carlos or Lando, he opens the door.

Charles is standing right in front of him. He ditched the club outfit for a simple oversized red sweater, covering his upper thighs. Max is surprised, but he lets him in without uttering a word. Who is he to give Charles Leclerc the talk?

“Early night?” Max asks after Charles sits on his bed, soft hair hidden underneath the hood.

“Too drunk. She didn't remember my name and I was sick. Called a cab and her friends and sent her home…” Charles explains. Max wasn't really interested in knowing the truth. Charles doesn't owe him anything.

“Movie?” Max asks and Charles nods.

“Don't laugh, but I bought the Devil Wears Prada on the payTV of the hotel, is it okay?” Max continues. Charles nods again with a small smile.

Max puts on the movie and sits on the bed next to Charles. It’s a strange situation, they’ve never done anything like it. Their comfort zone is the track, sometimes a padel court. Sharing a bed is something Max never allowed himself to think about.

“Do you think I look for girls every time I go out because I’m scared of being gay?” Charles asks, as the first scene rolls by.

Max stops the movie and turns around to look at him. His eyes are glassy and there’s a sad expression on his face.

“What do you mean? There’s nothing wrong with being gay…” Max tries to articulate and Charles nods, half convinced.

They get back to the movie but Max can’t stop thinking about the words Charles spoke a few minutes before. Why did Charles decide to tell him this? Max stops the movie again and looks at Charles straight in the eyes.

They’re so green and so sad. Full of tears too. Max can read them all too well. A forest to his sky.

“You don’t have to tell me anything now, or ever, okay? But whatever it is, I’ll listen and won’t judge, okay? Like a debrief…” Max tries and Charles nods, blinking away a few tears.

“You can sleep here if you want…” Max mumbles, taking a tissue from his nightstand and giving it to Charles. He blows his nose and nods.

Max puts back on the movie and Charles lifts the duvet, snuggling next to Max, but under the covers. Max would like to say that he doesn’t know what to do, but his brand is honesty, so he wraps an arm around Charles and soothes him, trying to keep his feelings at bay.

“It’s okay…” Max mumbles, more to himself than to Charles.

He hopes he will find Charles next to him in the morning.

#lestappen #lestappen fic #lestappen fanfic #ao3 #charles leclerc fanfic #max verstappen fanfic #lestappen angst #f1 rpf #lovely anon

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lupushominarius · 1 year

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OKAY LISTEN HERE

I love the Goblincore aesthetic mh? So here some HeadCanon

Somehow you ALWAYS end up with dirt under your nails or on your pants.

You don’t know how but it’s there and you love it

Earth Color /dark Color are a must

Do we want to talk about your wardrobe? Yes we want

A lot of Sweaters and comfy thing. You must have a pair of All star hidden somewhere

You have a lot of blankets, don’t you?

A rather… strange obsession over mushrooms and plants like Hedera or ferns

I honestly hope I’m not alone on this one

Jewels of all kind. Somehow when you take them off it look like the treasure of a dragon

Don’t ask about this one

Crystals, lots of them

Pendents? Just yes

SOCKS. Soft sock, crazy socks, long and short socks. But mostly s o f t

You have some plant and if you don’t (cause you can’t touch them without making them die…) well soldier we are in this together

You may like old films

Earphone always on I see… same.

Immaculate tastes

Pls remove that toxic person from your life dear

That’s it for now. Be free to add in the comment

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dearlawdimasimp · 2 years

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As universes collides

Pairings: Moon Knight system(Marc/Steven/Jake) x sorcerer!Reader x Khonshu

Word count: holee shit its 9k words people💀

Warnings: grammar, cussing, !SPOILERS FOR MoM!, possibly inaccurate depictions of DID(please tell me in the comments if i did so that i can edit this), possibly wrong Spanish words used(again please correct me in the comments), possibly ooc marvel characters, NOT BETA READ, lengthy fic(if i missed any please let me know!!)

Summary: Hey, just re-read your stories with Sorcerer!Reader with the Moon Bois and Khonshu, I absolutely love them! So I saw you were looking for ideas, and I remembered an idea I had a while back when MoM came out regarding this exact same pairing. If you’re willing to write it that is.

So regarding Wanda’s attack on Kamar-taj, the reader is called to defend the temple. The reader prepares to leave, and while trying to explain what’s happening to the boys, mentions the Scarlet Witch. Now, lets assume Khonshu knows a little about the Scarlet Witch and her chaos magic. So when the reader tells them that they're going to be defending the temple against her, he tells her not to go, in fear that they will die. The reader of course declines his request, and Marc/Steven/Jake get into an argument with the reader about going (“the world and the multiverse are in danger” blah blah blah “you shouldn’t have to risk your life” blah blah blah “there’s a child’s life on the line” blah blah blah- you get it). Long story short, the reader ends up going after the argument (or however you want it to end up). In the end, the reader (hopefully) survives, whether it surviving in the rubble, or traveling with Strange and America through the multiverse. And they reunite with Marc/Steven/Jake and Khonshu.

Let me know what you think about this and if you’re willing to write it. Hopefully it gave you some inspiration!

A/N: hi hello sorry for the long wait but the fic is finally here!! hope you guys love this and i hope this meets @jupitersmoon167 and everybody else's expectations😥 i used dear jupiter's idea and added my own twist to it! hope you guys love this just as much as i do🤧💞if things aren't exactly the same with the movie, im so sorry-i wrote this based on what i remembered💞GIFS USED NOT MINE

Something shifted.

A shiver ran through your spine, through your whole body.

You inhale sharply, brows furrowing at the uneasy feeling.

"You felt it too, dearest?"

Asked your human sized moon god beside you, who's wearing a white polo rolled up to his elbow and white slacks, his arm laying across your now tense shoulder. You feel him gently squeeze you, coaxing you to relax your tight muscles.

You are currently in the Moon boys' flat, watching a movie to relax since today was a time where you and all of the system have their day off on the same day, with all three of them co-existing with you and a human sized Khonshu.

They are currently in separate bodies, thanks to a spell that allowed them to be out of the headspace for a period of time, all wearing comfy home clothes, and are now looking at you too. Worry, curiosity, and confusion met your troubled gaze.

"We– we felt it too…Like, something.. something bad."

Steven, who's wearing his blue sweatshirt and gray pjs, voices out his and his alters' thoughts, Marc– who's wearing his blue t-shirt and pants– nods once and looks at Jake–who's wearing his white long sleeves and black pjs– who also nods, eyes full of thoughts as he keeps his firm yet gentle gaze on you, confirming Steven's statement.

You look up to Khonshu, who stood up from his seat on the couch and looked out the window.

"Should.. should we be worried–"

His question dies on his tongue as a portal opens in the middle of your room. You're quick to your feet and change into your sorcerer robes as you walk in front of the moon knight system and towards the opening portal, knowing who might be behind it.. and their purpose.

The trio stood up as they watched an Asian man walk through the sparkling circle. Jake quickly puts himself in front of his alters, ready to protect in case anyone thinks of hurting them.

"We need your help, Master," Wong utters your name breathlessly, "I'm sorry for interrupting your day off but, the Scarlet Witch, is planning to attack Kamar-taj and we are in dire need of every single sorcerer to protect it." The portal closes behind him.

Before you are able to utter a single word, Khonshu repeats,

"The Scarlet Witch?"

A thunderous boom echoing in the room, his tone all but gentle, and crosses the room to stand by your side, now looming down on you and Wong as he returns to his godly size, his clothes now shifted back to gauzed wrappings.

"The wielder of Chaos Magic?"

You tilt your head up to him, "You know them?" You glance at the Sorcerer Supreme, who was not a single bit intimidated by the god's presence (you figured he wouldn't be as this man might've seen worse than a tall, bird skull headed god so it wasn't a surprise to you), who nods to answer Khonshu's question.

The god's head moves to you as he looks at you, his thoughts undecipherable to you. His body language was rigid, which could either mean he doesn't trust the sorcerer in front of you or something else entirely different.

You look back to his hollowed sockets as you wait for his answer.

He bobs his head and kneels in one knee to be on your eye level, "I know little but I know enough. You are not going to face her, little sorcerer."

Ah, so it was something else entirely different.

Even though his tone suggests no room for argument, you huff at his demands in disbelief.

"Khonshu, the Sorcerer Supreme needs every single sorcerer to be present, which means that this Scarlet Witch is very dangerous and is a danger to our wo–"

"Which should give you more reason not to go! It is unsafe! They are dangerous, like you've said. Let the others handle it!"

You were about to argue back but a question pops up into your head, you turn to Wong, "Wait– why is this.. quote unquote Scarlet Witch attacking the Kamar-taj in the first place?"

You hear the god sigh beside you and mumble, "You do not need that information–"

"A child that has the power to traverse across universes is in the temple and the Scarlet Witch intends to take her power all to herself." Wong answers, his eyes pleading to you as he spoke.

Your eyebrows shot up in worry, "No–" a British voice spoke behind you in slight tremor.

The sorcerer supreme puts his hand on your shoulder.

"Please, pick your choice wisely. We'll be waiting for you."

You place your hand above his and nod, he gives you a tight smile as he removes his hand. He glances at the trio behind you and bids them goodbye with a bow of his head, as well as to the Egyptian moon god. He opens a portal and enters it, with an expecting glance of his shoulder the bright orange circle closes with a sharp hush.

A heavy silence falls in the flat.

A click of a tongue breaks it and Marc speaks, "Right, no. The bird is right. No way in hell you are going to K- Kamar- Kamar.. tash–"

You heard Khonshu huff at the name Marc had called him and rise from his kneeling position.

"Kamar-Taj." "Kamar-Taj" Steven and Khonshu correct him.

"Yes, that- thank you Steven, Khonshu-"

"Marc, a child's life is in danger!" You say his name in exasperation as you step one foot to the front, "Our universe and other universes are in danger! I can't just let this witch do–"

"Mi muñeca, por favor," Jake intervenes, his face covered by his hand as he pinches the bridge of his nose, "There are cientos de otros magos, lots of other sorcerers, around the world, ¿sî?" He drops his hand with a sigh.

You nod, "Yes! But–"

"Then you, our amado hechicero, don't need to be there." The mustached Latino reaches out to your hand and grasps it, squeezing it lightly as his eyes desperately look around your face and cups it with his other hand, heavy it lays on your cheek as he whispers, "Por favor, mi amor."

"Please, love. Think about it." Steven speaks up behind Jake, worry also etched on his face as he approaches the two of you. "If Khonshu, a god who doesn't think twice in committing violence, does not want you to fight then I'd also have to say no on this one. We can't risk losing you, darling.." His voice cracks a little, the thought of not being able to see you again is possibly plaguing his mind.

Tears well up on your eyes as you glance back and forth between Jake and Steven then to Marc, whose eyes are all but soft as he had already made up his decision.

You sigh and lean to Jake's hand that is on your cheek, you take it from your face and kiss his palm. You turn to your Stevie and offer your hand to him, to which he hastily holds, and gently pull him to you. He lets you. Jake removes his hand from your cheek to let Steven wrap his arms around you, he's muttering pleas in your ear as you plant a long kiss on his temple.

"So you're not going, sweetheart?"

You look up to your other boyfriend who is now looking a little relieved and hopeful, slowly approaching you three with a hopeful gaze. You glance up to your godly lover, who's been silently waiting as he watches you interact with your human boyfriends, leaning against a bookshelf with arms crossed.

You turn your gaze to Marc, who's looking at you expectantly, you give a last kiss on Steven's cheek before letting go of the Brit and approached the American. You smile tearfully as you hold his face with your palm, his stubble rough under your skin. Standing on your tip-toes, you kiss his cheek gingerly.

Jake, coming to an understanding of your whole motive, mutters hoarsely, "No.."

The other people in the room seemed to understand what you were trying to do and they all simultaneously spoke out their disagreement.

"No, baby– Come on!" "Absolutely not!" "Darling, please no."

You lower yourself back on the floor and look up to Marc, his brows are raised in the middle as he grasps your wrist as he tries to keep you in place.

"I'm sorry." You whisper, to him and to all of your lovers, a lone tear escaping your eyes as you caress his cheekbones with your thumbs.

Khonshu briskly walks towards you, planning to stop your plans but you were quick.

You close your eyes and let the flow of magic surrounding the flat disappear.

Marc's hands left your wrists and his stubbled jaw sliding away from your palms, you opened your eyes to see him stumbling back and away from you, the surge of magic when his alters returned back to their headspace possibly left him disoriented.

You feel a cool breeze go down past your shoulder. Looking over you see Khonshu, he's back to his ghost-like state, unable to interact with anything surrounding him.

He looks up at you, you feel his and Marc's(and possibly the rest of the system's) burning glare drilling into your skull.

You hold back a sob.

"This is for all of you, my loves. Please, I hope you understand."

You look back and forth to Marc and Khonshu, who's regaining his balance and the latter desperately trying to get a hold of you as he yells for you to stop, even though he knows with this form he won't be able to do so he still continues to reach out to your form.

You open a portal to the temple, with a sharp intake of breath you quickly enter it. Tears continue to fall down your cheek, a smile that doesn't hold any joy pulls your lips as you croak out, "I'll see you around, my boys. This isn't a goodbye."

You immediately let the portal close before any of them crossed it. The last thing you saw was Marc, with Jake and Steven possibly co-fronting with him, hastily running to the orange circle as Khonshu fell on his knees, seemingly defeated.

I promise.

~🌑~

Falling through different realities, with one of them being a world that is made up of paint, as you try to keep a powerful kid away from a power hungry witch in a star shaped portal was definitely not on your bucket list.

But here you are, thrown into a new world where everything is unfamiliar and very green.

"You two… saved me.." Chavez says between her breaths as you and Strange try to regain yours.

"I hope so.." The cloaked man groans as he stands up, while you cover your mouth and run to the nearest corner as you feel bile shot up to your throat, spilling the food you had earlier this morning.

You hear America sheepishly apologize, "It's a normal reaction..! Just.. let it all out.."

You give her a thumbs up, your guts continue to spill out.

You hear the teen ask if the other sorcerer have had experience with multiversal travelling, the man in question smugly answers that they have, making you scoff at his lie as you wipe your mouth with your sleeve.

You were about to tell Chavez the truth but Stephen's upset stomach beat you to it.

"You were saying, Strange?" You jest as you walk towards the duo, groaning at the after taste on your tongue after that spill fest.

"Shut up–"

You hum low in your throat as you look around you, tuning out Stephen's vomiting noises because if you won't you might vomit again so instead you survey your surroundings properly.

"What is this place? A utopic version of our universe??"

You let the question hang in the air as you walk over to the ledge, looking down at the busy streets with wonder and curiosity.

"It seems so.." America answers behind you.

~🌒~

"They go on red?" Asks the baffled former Sorcerer Supreme beside the teen.

"Amazing observation." You quip as you wearily look around, Jake and Marc's tendency to look for any signs of danger once in an unfamiliar setting rubbing off on you.

With yours and Stephen's sling ring lost, and with Chavez struggling to control her power, you were left with finding help in this universe's Stephen and you. Since apparently there is only one Chavez in the multiverse.

"Rule number one of multiversal travel. You don't know anything."

Stephen huffs at your comment and waits for the traffic light to turn green, and crosses the street, you follow alongside him.

"Right, so what's rule number two–"

You feel the hairs on your nape stand up, someone is watching you. You look around with furrowed brows, trying to pinpoint where and who it's coming from.

But Strange's tug on your elbow made you stop your hunt, "Where is she?" the sorcerer worriedly asks and you could only stare at him in confusion, blinking your eyes, you were about to answer his question with another question but then you realize who he's talking about.

You look around you and find that the girl you two are supposed to protect is missing beside you. Your breathing quickens as the worst possible scenarios run through your mind until a hand lays on your shoulder.

You turn to see the girl herself with a food on hand, you roughly exhale through your mouth as you rub your face with your hand.

"Rule number two, find food. Preferably pizza. Pizza balls!"

Pizza.. balls? What? You stare the rolled up pizza on the red bowl, huh, never thought that would be a thing. But then again, everyone in this world is wearing clothes in varying shades of black and white only so you really should have expected less (not like you don't like the color, it's just.. a little unsettling considering the colorful stores and surroundings, and it's new to you).

"How'd you pay for that?"

"It's free–"

You catch up beside the girl, "Free? There's free food here?"

"Well, food's free in most universes actually." She states with a shrug, "It's more of how you guys pay for it."

Your lips form an 'o' as you nod, taking in the interesting information, "That's cool."

"Yea–"

"Hey! You didn't pay for that!"

You three stop in your tracks and face the old man, who seems to be the seller of the pizza rolls.

"Crap.." Muttered the teen, "Maybe it's not free here.."

You gave the teen an exasperated look, while she returns it with an innocent one as she munches on the unpaid food.

"Relax, Mr. "Papap", she's just a kid-"

"Relax yourself there, Doctor Strange." Snides the old man with a slight chuckle as if mocking the sorcerer while he reaches for the cloak of Levitation. "Where'd you get this cape from anyway–"

"It's not a cape-"

"It's a cloak actually," you sigh and step up to the old man. "How about you let him go-"

"Huh, feels authentic–" Mr. "Papa"? Papap? comments as he examines the fabric.

"I'll pay for it, okay, just, let my friend go–" You were reaching for your wallet when you felt his hand grasp your robes tightly.

A rush of harsh wind suddenly sweeps the sidewalk you are on, forcing the man holding you to release your clothes to cover his face from the sudden gust.

You shiver at the breeze. It felt familiar…

"You two are thieves! You two took this from the Strange museum, didn't cha?"

"Strange Museum?"

"You two are takers!" The man snatches the mustard from his stand, "Why don't you take some of thi-"

Needless to say, that man is going to continuously beat himself up for the next three weeks.

"What happened to Rule number one, hm?" You tease the girl as you lightly bump your shoulder to hers, while resuming your trek to find this world's Dr. Strange.

America could only roll her eyes at your jest as she silently chuckled while Stephen chortled under his breath.

~🌓~

Lucky for you, you don't drink tea.

Unluckily for you, you were bribed with a cold chocolate drink.

Which led to you and your party of three encased in a strong glass– carbonated glass, was it? You weren't really listening.

You have opted on focusing on your breathing instead, enclosed spaces and you are not exactly besties.

America, seeming to have noticed your struggle, tries to get Stephen and Christine's attention. But you call out to her, stopping her actions, "It's– it's okay kid. Let them have their moment. I'll be fine."

Your voice wobbles as you swallow your saliva. Inhale, exhale.

Anything else seems to be muddled as you keep your focus on your breathing.

Inhale, exhale.

A hiss of the opening of your sealed doors interrupts your meditation short. You look around only to see… are those ultron bots?! Behind the sorcerer that poisoned you.

You scowl at him as you are pulled out of the glass cage. You struggled on their grip and ready to strike but Stephen held your arm, stopping you from whatever you were planning to do.

You look up to him, his brows low in worry as he asks, "Are you okay?"

Knowing you were on the verge of a panic attack just a minute ago, there should be no point in lying, but you are in an enemy's hold. So you nod your head, looking away from the concerned greyish-green eyes and let the bots tug you away from the blue-robbed sorcerer.

You cast a glance at America, "We'll be back, don't worry." You comfort her as much as you can.

The teen could do nothing but nod, pressing her palms flat on the glass as she watches you and Stephen being dragged away from the holding room, hope and dread flashing on her face.

~🌔~

Okay, don't mess with the silent guy then.

You blink away the images presented in your mind, cautiously bouncing your gaze from member to member of this.. Illuminati council.

Confusion draws your brows taut, "Okay– so if this is all about him then why the fuck am I here?"

"Etiquette, huh?"

You glare at Stephen, his low-blow of a jest referencing your comments to his sassy answers to the council earlier.

"This is not all about him," The bald man on the high-tech wheelchair roughly says your name, "as we've stated a while ago, if you were listening–"

Oh yeah, you totally weren't.

"The more you spend time in our universe, the more you endanger your and our home."

Your eyebrows twitch up in understanding.

"But, it is also because you, my dear, have also made a significant impact on this universe. Namely, communication to other worldly beings in this universe."

A new set of events is once again transferred and played in your mind, while you and Stephen watch it play out like a movie.

"Your version of yourself here had a beautiful union with the God of the Moon from the Egyptian Pantheon and his avatar. It paved the way to intergalactic partnerships, both in business as well as, yes, in romantic context."

You watch in awe as you see yourself, dressed in a sparkling, long sleeve, sweetheart neckline, white dress that dragged behind you walked down the aisle.

With your, no, other you's Moon boys, all in separate bodies wearing white suits that are accented with black in different styles for each of them, and your–their–god in his white suited glory, standing beside the trio in his human size, all watching you with happy tears(except the bird skull headed being, but hey, who knows, maybe the pigeon is crying buckets of unseeable tears.)

The scene calls your tears to resurface once more–could today be any more emotional!!– as you remember how you left your Marc, Steven, Jake and Khonshu in your own universe.

The scene shifts again, this time, different corporations, businesses and weddings play out like pages being flipped quickly. Moments of those events cramped in a single minute before it halts.

Another prestigious event that called for a union between realms. The species that is uniting with this universe's human council is unfamiliar to you. They were, well, otherworldly in nature with their varrying skin color palette and average size.

"All was going well, until–"

A loud bang! rang throughout the area, startling you and your sorcerer friend who's been quiet the whole time.

You look around amidst the running and panicking crowd, who was shot? Why did someone shoot? What-

Questions that ran through your mind disperse by your loud gasp. You see yourself being cradled in the arms of other you's spouse while their godly lover made an unprecedented red solar eclipse, commanding the winds to havoc the place as he roars in rage.

Your other self being cradled by the Moon Knight system, whose head is blown to bits.

"– a horrible accident happened."

Tears now freely stream down your cheeks as you kneel in place.

Seeing how your lovers both human and god, weep and mourn for you. How they grasped your coffin so tightly and snapped at the pallbearers trying to do their job, squeezes your heart. You never ever ever want to see them in pain. Especially if you're the one inflicting it.

A grating noise low on your throat goes past your trembling lips as you try to inhale air back into your system, your hand immediately flying up to not let another sound escape from your mouth.

You didn't know when you had stopped breathing but your lack of oxygen has made you a heaving mess on the gray tiled floor.

"Stop. Stop! Come on, this is hurting them!!"

The movie fades away like uncovering a treasure that was buried deep under the sand, dusting away the illusion to reveal the reality.

"Breathe for me," You hear a baritone voice say your name above you as you feel yourself being wrapped around one's arms and something on the top of your head.

You take deep breaths but every time you an ugly sob squeaks out your throat.

"It's okay. They're well in our universe. They're probably waiting for your return and you will return to them safely."

As the baritone voiced fella keeps on comforting you, another voice speaks up,

"This led to lots of series of events, mainly, our Khonshu, Marc, Steven and Jake, hunting down who shot our very own version of you." A feminine yet firm voice.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Another female voice speaks, this time British in accent,

"And, their hunt wasn't entirely… reasonable. They killed every single person who they suspected, even when they were not guilty. This forced us to take action and…"

Breathe in…

Swallowing, you slowly leave Stephen's comforting embrace, who you've just realized is the baritoned fella.

"And what?" You breathe out through your trembling lips as you peered at the Illuminati people through the blur of your tears.

"We have to imprison them to ensure the safety of the people."

You glance over to the far left, the man sitting there has answered your question in a hushed manner but still loud enough for you to hear.

"This–" Breathe in, breathe out. "This did not answer my question a while ago. Why am I here?!"

"Because they've escaped the moment you two arrived."

Your glare softens, before morphing into something horrified as you come into a realization.

"You've made me a bait." You whisper to the air, hastily standing up to your feet–

"It is for everyone's–"

Sound alarms blast through the speakers, the building shakes and vibrates as something, or someone breaks into the facility.

The weight of everything comes back to you, like a splash of a cold bucket of water.

Wanda. Scarlet Witch. The kid!!

You watch the live footage of the former avenger tearing through the army of robots that tried to hold her back from reaching the core of the facility, either dismantling them or blasting them into nothing.

The orders of Captain Carter fell on deaf ears as you kept your eyes on the static feed, somehow everything seemed to be silent and you could only hear your breathing, even as the facility alarm blairs around the room

Breathe in… Breathe out.

A call of your name and Stephen's made you turn your attention back to the present.

"When you escape this chamber, you must find America Chavez, and you, my dear." The professor gestures to you, "You must find your spouses, bring them to where you would deem them to be safe and… away from taking more innocent lives."

"For short, sealing them behind bars." You rasp out, bitterness leaves your dry lips as you blankly stare at the bald man in a wheelchair.

"If you'd like." Was his only statement, disregarding the Sorcerer Supreme protests and your perplexed glare as he wheels himself out of the room, leaving you, Stephen Strange and Mordo in the room.

You walk to the door, Ignoring Mordo's warnings. You press your palms flat on its surface.

You glance down at your cuffs. If only you were not bound you could blast this fucker open and be on your pursuit in finding your– well, your other self's but also technically your– lovers.

You groan in defeat as you knock your forehead on the barrier with a small thump. With a sigh you glance back to the two, who's in a heated argument. About what, you know nothing of.

Your eyes scan the room, maybe there's another way out.

A loud cry interrupts your thinking session–it was getting nowhere anyways–as Mordo jumps from the elevated slab with a sword in hand. You look down to Stephen, who only winked at your way–the sly bastard–before blocking the pissed sorcerer's attack with his cuffs.

Oh.

You let them spar, watching on the sidelines as you wait for the perfect time to interfere.

When Stephen gets knocked back to the wall, you take the chance and run towards Mordo, using your momentum you slam him to the wall and knock your head to his, effectively breaking his nose.

You hiss at the pain starting to form on your forehead. A swing from your opponent's sword nearly cuts your face off but you were quick to back away and block the other slash of Mordo's sword with your cuffs, copying Dr. Strange's previous moves just a few moments ago, successfully breaking you free from your restraints.

Mordo realizes this and he looks up at you wide eyed,

"Checkmate, bitch."

~🌕~

Running down the halls of this blandly painted place as you try to find your way back to America, you hear Stephen call out to you.

"What!?" You breathlessly questioned the sorcerer who's catching up behind you.

"Shouldn't you be finding your–well other you's–spouse..?" He stops your running as he holds your elbow.

The same draft that disturbed the sidewalk awhile ago permeates the empty hallway.

"I don't need to. I was only trying to find you a way out before I go." You said softly to the baritoned man.

"Go. Find America. I'll catch up to you– Don't worry about me." You cut off his unsaid concerned question.

"I'm in safe hands." You smiled up at Stephen and tapped the back of his hand that held you, "I'll be there before you know it."

He nods and gives a last scan around the hallway and you, before sprinting to find the teen.

The wind, seeming to be stronger now than before, pushes you to the hallway opposite to where Strange ran into. Abiding to its request you scurry down the hallway. You were suddenly pushed behind a pillar, expecting impact, you yelped and covered your face with both of your arms.

But the pain didn't come.

Instead, you were met with a soft embrace.

Startled at the stranger's boldness, you tried to push them away from you but a familiar, yet raspy, voice made you freeze.

"Hey, it's okay baby. It's okay, it's me, it's us."

You look up and see the face of your human lovers, only that.. it wasn't them. They looked… malnourished.. Familiar dark eyes who looked like they haven't had a moment to have a small nap glances back to you, his stubble now grown into a full beard peppered with white hairs as well as his curls, now long and is hastily pulled into a half ponytail. He's wearing a greyish white long sleeve and pants, right..they escaped from prison at your arrival.

"You.. you do know I'm not–"

"Yes, love, we know but–" Steven's soft and tearful gaze holds yours, his hands clambers up to your face as he took a sharp breath in, "–we," He swallows "–we couldn't waste the chance to see you again, darling–" His croaky voice is cut off by a sob and pulls you to a crushing hug.

You let him hug you like there's no tomorrow, wrapping your arms around his neck, you turn your head and plant a longing kiss on his temple.

The action made the man's knees give out, a heart-wrenching sob loud on your ears as you let him pull you down with him.

Curses and prayers in Spanish break the atmosphere, you let out a wet chuckle, missing your own moon boys as you hold their other version in your arms.

"Nuestro querido hechicero, te echamos mucho de menos." The Latino's trembling voice and vice grip on your robes had you in tears–again–now too.

You sniffle, you look around the room and notice that you all are in some kind of an abandoned chamber of the building. You didn't examine much more of it as you closed your eyes, letting you and them have their moment.

Another rush of wind blows your form, you open your eyes to see Khonshu, standing behind his avatar in his godly gauzed glory.

"Khon.."

"Beloved.."

The god falls to his knees and he places his hand on the side of your face.

"Why are you here? Did our other version fail to do their job? To protect you from all harm?"

The god growled as he asked, you can hear the wrappings on his other hand grow taut and splinter as he grips his staff tightly. The man gingerly pulls you away from him but keeps his hands on your sides, letting the rough hand of the god slide away from your face.

You chuckle, lacking any mirth, as you look between the two, "More like I succeeded in being an asshole." You scrunch your nose as you sniffle, rubbing it with the knuckle of your forefinger and glance down to your lap.

"I… may or may not have removed a spell–spells–that helps them to communicate with me properly. I uh.. removed it at the last second so that they'd be… stupefied of the situation.. and give me time to… leave them.."

You quietly explained to them, holding your gaze down on your fingers as you played with it, rubbing and squeezing each phalange to distract yourself from your current predicament.

His hands left your side as he places it on top of yours, stopping you, and engulfs it with his large, calloused ones.

"You've always liked to put yourself in front of danger, sweetheart."

Marc croakily comments, you can hear his smile through his worn out voice. You laugh a little, remembering your Marc's same use of phrase when you came home with cuts and bruises.

"Which sadly led us to this predicament.." Khonshu adds with a mournful sigh, moving to your side and also places his inhumanly large hands below yours, cupping it and squeezing gingerly.

That made you look up, Marc meets your thoughtful yet confused gaze.

"What do you mean?" You inquire, tilting your head slightly to the side in curiosity.

This salt and pepper look that time has given them, is making things inside you do flips but obviously now's not the time to ogle.

"You save me–us–from that blast, darling."

Oh….oh

We were supposed to be the target, and.. well.. I think you know the rest…"

Steven casts his puffy eyes down, possibly reminiscing the moment you–their you–died.

You reach out to his face, his beard tickling your palms as you thumb his cheekbones. "Hey–" Your sentence halts at the shaking of the building.

Snapping you back to what you're supposed to be doing, you glance back and forth between them as you swallow.

Marc– wait, that gaze–Jake nods and Khonshu releases your hand. They stand up from their position, "You must go now, beloved. I may have been able to stop time for a minute, any longer could have caused an incursion."

He did what– Incusrs–oh shit.

"Okay, amazing–the stopping time thing I mean–" you grunt as you let them pull you up from the floor, "–uncool to the incursion part." You sniffle again as you dust your knees off.

You hear the Latino's distinct chortle making you smirk, your bad humor never fails to make them laugh, even in a different universe, good to know. You smile at that. Another shake disturbs the moment.

You groan internally.

You look around the room as you try to find the exit, but Jake beats you to it. He grasps your hand, his black and white tactical suit–the very same your own Jake uses–engulfs his form as he pulls you and runs to the wall across the room.

You close your eyes bracing for impact, "You don't trust us, ¿mí amor?" Jake's modulated teasing coaxes you to open them and see that you are now on an entirely different side of the building, possibly its underside as it looks like you're in a tunnel.

"You can teleport?!"

"Why, can't your Moon Knight not?" The tactical gear shifts into a three-piece suit, the muffled posh accent asks, curiosity shining through his moonlit eyes.

"No!"

You hear him laugh as he pulls you, again, to run down the leaking tunnel. You hear multiple footsteps behind you, looking over your shoulder you see familiar faces.

"Wait– Steven!" You call out to the avatar and stopped in your tracks, "America!! Stephen!! Christine!!" You greeted them with a wide smile, relieved to find them alive. They greeted you back but in a horrified and hurried manner.

"Don't stop running! She's tailing right behind them!!"

True to Khonshu's words, you see the Scarlet Witch limping just behind them. You hear the familiar sound of clothes shifting before you are once again pulled to run, this time by Marc.

The trio catches up to you. You were about to cast a spell but you were hurled to Moon Knight's shoulder, a squeak leaves past your mouth at the sudden move. "Marc!!" You say as you lightly hit his caped back.

"Sorry sweetheart, can't risk it!!" He says as he runs past the trio.

"I hate you–" "No, you don't." "Yeah, no, I don't."

"I'm sorry to break your guys' moment but who is this?!" Christine asks between breaths while running beside Stephen–the sorcerer–behind Marc.

"The Moon Knight!!" America answers her before you could, excitedly if you may add.

"You've got yourself a multiversal fan, Marc."

"I'll sign their shirt later."

As Christine closes the last barrier, you all catch your breath. Marc finally puts you down, his mask unfurling from his face to show his worried gaze. He cups your cheek in both hands, you lay your on top of his.

A silent agreement was made.

"Please, be careful out there." You whisper as you lean to his weary hand.

"We will."

"Keep this look, I love it on you." You smirk and kiss their palm, noting that the other two are co-fronting as their suits are clashing together, making a beautiful mix of ceremonial, tactical, and prim and proper.

"Noted." They cheekily replied, Jake's signature smirk morphing with Marc's low voice and Steven's shy eyes.

You look over to the moon god, huffing you sprint to his form and hug his torso, missing your moon god. You feel him return the hug, and a warm surge of magic flows through you.

You escape his embrace as you look up to him with wide eyes.

"A small blessing to protect you from that witch's magic."

You gaped at him, your god wasn't able to do so because you didn't give him a chance. You hug him again, mumbling thank you's to his stomach.

"You know we could use that blessing as well." Stephen chides, you chuckle at your friend's comment.

"I'm afraid only those who worship me can receive my blessing, Stephen Strange."

The Egyptian god lets you go. You hear the sorcerer scoff in disbelief at the god's response.

You glance back and forth between your Moon Knight and his god.

"Go. Now, please."

They nodded and disappeared from your very eyes. You gulp and face the closed off end of the tunnel. Waiting for the inevitable.

But a white-suited fella with glowing eyes materializes in front of you and steals a kiss on your cheek with a hurried, "Goodbye love! Our autograph will have to be moved on a later date," and disappears once again.

Gods you don't deserve these men.

Your fawning over for your lovers is cut short as a shrill voice echoes across the tunnel.

Since when did this became a fucking horror movie?!

~🌖~

You landed gracefully on your feet as you hopped off from the door after Christine, standing back up, your eyes wandered around the interior of the place.

"This is the gap junction, the place between universes."

You hum at the red head's words, distracted at the colorful space and floating rubbles, before you lock your gaze at the shining blue book.

"The book of Vishanti." You mumble in adoration.

You approach the stand as Stephen walks up the stairs. You hold your breath as he grasps it in his hand, expecting a trap to drop itself on your party.

As Stephen dislodges the book from its holder, and no traps emerging, you sigh in relief, chuckling as you glance back to the teen and Christine, victory seems to be on your side now.

Something caught your eye behind the teen but you brushed it off.

Once your brain caught up to what you saw you did a double take, yet it was too late.

"AMERICA–"

You really shouldn't have jinxed it.

America shrieks as she grasps her hair, being pulled back by the Scarlet Witch.

You jump in front of Christine as you shoot a fiery beam at the rogue magic wielder, Stephen doing the same.

You see her struggle from both of you's attacks. Good.

But she pushed through. Damnit.

You grunt as you feel yourself being physically pushed back by the intensity of the clash between eldritch and chaos magic.

The red chaos magic pulses and pulses until it reaches you, breaking yours and Stephen's spell and flinging you both, You groan as your back hits the floor.

A sizzle of something burning made you snap your head up to its source.

The book of Vishanti.. it's.. gone.. Eaten by the red fiery flames.

Your only hope in defeating the Scarlet Witch. Gone. Reduced to ashes.

You look up at Strange as you sit up, despair in both your eyes as it meets. A gasp tears from your throat as you feel something burning wrap itself around your form, red mist lifting you up from the ground, alongside Christine and Stephen.

A guttural growl vibrates low on your throat as you try to escape her grasp, even if you knew it was futile.

But, you fell on your butt as you wiggled out of the witch's grasp. You flinched at the contact but quickly recovered as you stood up.

Panting, you look at her and your arms in shock. Shimmering white lines appeared in places where the chaos magic touched you.

Khonshu's Blessing!

You prayed to your god as you thanked him before blasting Maximoff off America.

Your face twisting to something sinister, she was able to block your attack but it distracted her enough to drop your colleague and friends. Summoning a whip on your other hand, you flick it and let it wrap around America's form and tug her to you.

"It's okay kid! I got you!"

The witch is faster though. She was able to have her hold again on the teen and it has now become a human tug of war.

The former Sorcerer Supreme casts a stronger spell.

It was her turn to be pushed back by the forces of your magic.

Yours and Stephen's eldritch magic now winning against her chaos magic. Your yellow beams become brighter as you walk forward, summoning more ropes in on your other hand to grasp America and pull her to you. The red mist becomes shorter as it fights against yours, and weaker around America's form as you tug her to safety.

You hear Wanda scream on top of her lungs and her chaos magic explodes and wrecks the place. Pushing you off your balance and effectively severs your focus as you're hurled back to a pillar.

Your head hits the concrete slab, black covers your vision.

~🌗~

Cold. Very fucking cold is the first thing that you noticed as you came back to consciousness.

You woke up with a gasp. A pulsing pain on your skull made you moan silently in pain.

The cold hard thing on your face slowly registers in your brain that you are laying face down and front on the ground.

Blinking and shaking your head, you take your time in pushing yourself up from the freezing concrete, you hope Khonshu's blessing has protected your brain from concussion.

"Dreamwalking, you hypocrite!!"

You took a sharp intake of breath through your clenched teeth in hearing Maximoff's voice. Right, shit. You've thought it has ended when you passed out.

Grunting, you stumble up to your feet and face the ongoing fight. Scarlet Witch fighting… who or what the hell is that?!

Nevermind that, if that…thing is fighting against her then it or they might be on your side.

You see America being held up by the chaos magic on top of a slab– "America!!"

Making various hand signs, you cast a spell to break her free from its grasp. Magical circular runes appear before you, you pull your arm back and watch as the orange sparkling circles separate in bands and the red mist disperse from the teen's wrists and ankles.

You twist your wrists and push your hands to the front, softening her landing on the slab as it becomes foam in nature momentarily by your spell.

Dropping your stance, you run to her side and place your hand on her forehead, scanning her form up and down you ask worriedly, "Are you okay? Are you hurt? Please tell me you're okay–"

"I'm fine." America pants as she looks down on the slab–now very soft and squishy to touch–as you pull her up and off it.

The sharp wailing from the ongoing fight in front of the–you just noticed–Darkhold Castle made both of your heads turn.

What looks to be dementors circle themselves around Maximoff. Wong standing on the front edge of the place–since when did he get here?– and a zombie looking sorcerer holding her hand out to where the Scarlet Witch is struggling in keeping the dementor things away from her.

You swear you've seen that zombie somewhere.

You two watch as the zombie ally uses the dementors as a cage and brings them over to Wong. He casts a spell to keep them locked in, he's struggling to keep it there.

"Stay here." You ordered the teen and squeezed her bicep lightly before running to assist Wong.

You do the same hand gestures Wong used and strengthened the magic capsule.

"Nice of you to join the party."

Comments Wong with a grunt, you chuckle tightly as you try to keep your hand steady.

"You know I wouldn't miss it for the world–"

The witch is still able to reach her arm out of the magical cage you and Wong have put her in.

Wong notices this and yells to the zombie ally "She's still breaking free!!"

"Hold her!!" Yelled the zombie back.

"Strange!!"

The zombie is.. Strange?? Well that explains why he looks oddly fucking familiar–

"Take America's power–"

"No!" You intervene, looking back and forth between the Asian man and the corpse in aggravation. "There must be an–"

The spell you and Wong are using is breaking–

"There's no other way!!" The sorcerer supreme pants, despair painted all over his face as he glances at you then back to Stephen.

You hiss as your muscles strains in keeping the spell up.

"No. This is the only way." You hear Stephen rasp.

The witch breaks free and her force once again flings you across the room, this time you were ready to use a spell to stop yourself from hitting the wall and lunged yourself back to her.

Not expecting the attack, she wasn't able to counter and you were able to tackle her to the ground.

She groans as her back hits the ground, you roll to the side and prepare to cast another spell.

Before you could, she hits you with her red mist square on the torso and pushed you back to the stairs. Whatever spell she used didn't affect you, you could see the confusion in her eyes as she looked down on her glowing hands then back to you.

"Thank you Khonshu–"

She flings another spell, what you thought towards you and so you raised your forearm and formed a shield, but hearing a hoarse pained yelp beside you, you were wrong.

You drop your shield and see your zombie friend's arm being toasted to ash.

As you are about to use your magic on Maximoff, America beats you to it as her fist meets the other female's face, punching her square on the jaw.

Blue tinted magic erupted from that punch and multiple star-shaped portals formed behind the witch.

"YES!! AMERICA FUCKING KICK HER ASS!!"

You couldn't help but cheer for the teen. You hear a gritty chuckle behind you, you look over to your half-fried zombie friend.

"I have a lot of questions.."

"Save them for later." He replies as he tries to sit up. You walk over to his side and help him with that.

"Might forget it." You whine, pulling him up to the stairs.

"Then don't forget it."

"Even in death you're still sassy as fuck." You grumble as you scrunch your nose. "You smell!" You lightly push his rotting arm with your palm.

"I don't exactly think dead people have hygiene." He rolled his misty sunken eyes and turned his attention back to the fight.

He sees the teen about to approach the raging witch, "Don't!"

The teen stops and turns to him and you.

"Not yet."

America nods, she looks up at you and you give her a small unsure yet reassuring smile.

You watch as Wanda drops to her knees, as her other version approaches her and gingerly cups her face. Her other version says something to her that you couldn't hear.

America pushes the portal away from the Scarlet Witch and closes it. Leaving her kneeling on the snow-covered ground.

She suddenly rose from her feet and brought herself on the slab.

The castle, unstable from the fight, shakes violently. You stable yourself on the hexagonal–back to its original hardened state–slab.

America runs to you and Stephen, "What now?" She asks, panting as she looks between you and the animated corpse beside you.

"Get out of here." Stephen rasps out an order, "All three of you–"

"What about you?!" You ask, clueless of Stephen's predicament.

"We'll find him, don't worry. Come on!" The teen takes your hand and brings you to the front, you look back to Stephen then to Wanda.

"Hey." You called out to the girl in maroon, feeling as if you had to have something to say to her even though you have nothing in mind.

The teen stops in her tracks, Wanda looks at you with glossy eyes, you rack your brain whatever you wanted to say to her and settle on, "Do the right thing, please."

She casts her eyes down and nods. America tugs you again and you two cross the blue portal, Wong already waiting for you on the other side.

The last thing you saw was Wanda raising her glowing hands before the portal closed.

Exhaling deeply you turn to the teen and the sorcerer supreme beside you.

America latches her arms around your neck, making you stumble back a few steps from the sudden hug attack. You chuckle and return the embrace, rocking her side to side.

"Thank you."

"I didn't even do much, kid." You tell her as she pulls herself off, "Stephen is the one that you should thank." You give her a small smile, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"You still saved me and it means a lot to me."

She gratefully grins at you, eyes shimmering in childish joy before hugging you again.

You bite your lip as you try not to cry, this kid is so sweet.

You glance at Wong, he only watches you both with a tired smile on his face. You wanted to offer your hand and bring him in for a group hug but the man isn't exactly a hugger.

You look around the place, you're back in Kamar-taj. The temple is crumbling and surrounded by its debris.

"Well this needs one hell of a repair."

Your comment earns a groan and small giggle.

~🌘~

After taking Stephen back to your universe–only then you knew that he was dreamwalking–repair work and burying the brave sorcerers took place. You helped around a bit while anxiously thinking of your boys back in London.

Possibly sensing your anxiety, the former sorcerer supreme approaches you after you move a debris out of the way.

"Here." He takes your wrist and places a sling ring on your open palm.

"Wha–" You look up to him in confusion. It's good to see his not rotting face.

"Go home. We'll take it from here." Stephen smiles down at you and pats your bicep. He was about to walk away but you stopped him with a hug, expressing your gratitude through actions. Unlike the current sorcerer supreme, this man might act like he is not a hugger when in reality it's obviously the exact opposite.

"Okay, no need for that." He groans above you, you only chuckle, you feel him return the hug eventually and you grin widely.

"You're a softie, admit it."

"Shut up and just go." He gently pries you off him, you let him push you away, unwrapping your arms from his torso.

"Good to see you alive and fresh, Stephen."

"Don't make me take back the sling ring."

~🌑~

Taking a deep breath you open a portal right outside the door of the boys' flat. You nibble your lower lip. You feel your heart hammer inside your chest, the portal closing behind you after you enter it.

"okay, okay, okay–" You whisper, bracing yourself as you raise your fist, ready to rap on the door but it swung open before your knuckle met the wood.

You lock eyes with red, puffy ones. Seeing their glossy eyes, you remember the Earth-838's moon knight system and their pain.

You gulp, unsure of who's fronting at the moment you greet them with a soft and timid, "Hey.." as you drop your hand beside you and pinch the skin of your middle finger with the nail of your thumb.

"I'm so–" You were pulled inside the room before you could continue and arms wrapped around you. Tears gather in your eyes as the feeling of safety and home hits your senses. Sniffling you wrap your own around his and grip the fabric of his blue sweater tightly, burying your face on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry." You croak out to his shirt, inhaling through your mouth, you sob and repeat the phrase over and over again. You hate seeing them hurt and being the one who inflicted it, but you had a job to do. One that would not only save the world but most importantly them.

"I had to–" "We know sweetheart, we know, we're sorry too."

Gasping for air, you feel yourself being pulled down by gravity, your knees having given out on you as the fatigue from running, casting spells, running again and crying crashes on you like a boulder was dropped on you. He lets you bring them down with you on the floor.

"Dearest," Khonshu calls your name, soft and hurt. You look up from your human boyfriend's shoulder and see your godly sitting on his calves, trying to grasp your hand.

As it phased through, you pull yourself away slightly from the moon knight system's embrace and cast the spells you had used earlier.

Marc's fellow alters materialize in the room with you and Khonshu can once again interact with the mortal plane.

You were immediately tackled with hugs, both human and god,

"Please, don't do that again." Steven mutters on your neck.

"I won't, I promise I won't." In a trembling whisper, you swore with your life.

"God–why do you like to put yourself in front of danger." Marc grumbles on your chest. You chuckle, remembering the many times he had said the same thing, as well as 838Marc.

"I myself have no clue, Spector." The bird god murmurs above as he places his beak on top of your head.

"I don't think he's talking to you, bird." Steven deadpans as he nuzzles on your neck.

Jake chuckles, his mustache tickling the other side of your neck as he had made himself home there, and remarks, "I don't think our hombre will ever realize that."

The rest of you laugh aside from the god above you as he grumbles cusses in an ancient language.

~🌙~

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buckyalpine · 2 years

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I HAVE A REQUEST idk if this is to dark or wtv but I’m OBSESSED with your writing and was curious if you could do basically reader and Bucky where Bucky walks in one the reader with her sh scars and he wants to relapse and Bucky just comforts her while she has a screaming meltdown

*Proceeds to drop everything for this* This is dark, please DO NOT READ if it will trigger you.

18+ minors dni.

TRIGGER WARNING: Self harm

Your vacant eyes stared at your reflection on the mirror, your fingers tracing over the raised scars on your arm. You felt an ache deep in your chest, a pain that wouldn't stop, a type of darkness that was starting to consume you whole. No one knew. You hid them in a way where no one had ever suspected anything. Plenty of comfy lounge wear. You were just a cold person in general, so no one found it strange you were always wrapped up in a comfy over sized sweater even when everyone else was sweltering. You trained with long sleeved active wear. You preferred dresses with dark lace sleeves that would easily mask the ugly reminders of your weaknesses.

Your eyes flicked to the porcelain mug sitting on your table. You steered clear of sharp objects ever since you moved into the compound, vowing to yourself you wouldn't get back into the habit. If you ever felt pain, you'd find a healthier way to cope.

But it wasn't working anymore. Every time the pain in your heart worsened, the darkness would consume you more and you needed an escape. Something temporary to take away what you were feeling. Sometimes you felt like it's what you deserved anyway; you didn't deserve to have a peace of mind. You deserved the pain.

You were a disappointment anyway. Someone who couldn't find a healthy way to cope.

You were weak.

You weren't worthy of loving relationships. It made sense why you were so alone. No one to call you yours.

You deserved to feel the pain anyway, no one would even care.

Your fingers started to twitch, looking at your mug. Your chest heaved as you threw the mug across the room, shattering into perfect shards, perfect for you to-

"Hey doll, did something break, I heard-" Bucky smile dropped from his face as he stepped into your room, stopping abruptly when he saw your empty eyes. "Y/n? What's wrong"

His heart stopped. It never occurred to him, he'd never seen you wearing a t-shirt or tank top but it was very clear to him now. He would have noticed the slashes, the angry lines scattered across your skin. He felt like he'd swallowed cotton, nearly struggling to breathe looking at the scars that littered your arms, some on the sides of your thighs. His eyes went to the shattered mug on the floor, before flicking back to you, his mind quickly connecting the dots.

"Just a broken mug" You smiled, quickly moving to pick up some of the pieces off the floor, hoping Bucky wouldn't ask any questions.

"Doll, that's sharp, I'll help you"

"No! its okay" You took a few steps back, hoping that the distance would make Bucky leave but he remained in place, his eyes broken, watching your resolve slowly crumble. "I'll clean it up, it won't take long anyway, I-

"Shh, I'll clean the mess doll, just come here, please?" Bucky wanted you as far away from the sharp pieces as possible, but you only shook your head, giving him a strained laugh.

"Y/n..." Bucky cautiously took a step towards you, your wide eyes fixed on him, while you stayed rooted in place. Your heart felt like it was fighting to break out of your ribcage, blood pumping through your body as if you were fighting just to stay standing.

He saw the tears well in your eyes. The first slow blink that made them spill onto your cheeks.

He saw the clench of your jaw, you were biting your lip to stop the way it quivered because if you gave it, it'd all spill out.

He looked at the way your chin trembled more with each step he took towards you, your breathing becoming erratic. You were trying so hard, but your composure was slipping beneath your feet.

Bucky caught you before your knees hit the floor, carefully cradling your body against his. The second you felt his arms wrap around you, your resolve broke, your wails and screams tore him apart. Every bit of pain you had came out as gut wrenching screams, your hands moving to pull onto your hair to ground yourself.

Bucky carefully took your hands and placed them on his Henley, letting you tug and grip onto his shirt, trying to pull him impossibly closer. He wrapped one arm around your body, the other holding your head against his chest, while you stayed tucked under his chin. He silently rocked you, hugging you tightly, letting you cry and scream, ignoring the tears that started to scream down his face.

"I'm here baby, its okay" He pressed kisses onto your head, well aware you wouldn't be able to register them right now, but he wanted to anyway.

"I-I don't deserve to be loved" You choked out between sobs, making Bucky's heart break further, how could you think that of yourself. "I just f-feel pa-in"

"Shhh, m'right here, sweet girl, you deserve all the love in the world" His voice was a broken whisper, holding you even tighter to his chest. You remembered the shattered mug, trying to suddenly pull away so you could clean your mess, yes another reminder of what a weak person you were.

"I-I have to cle-an the m-ug" Your voice came out in hiccups, your breathing still irregular. Bucky shook his head, keeping you tucked in his arms, there was no way he was going to let go of you.

"No, I'll worry about that, just stay here baby, you're safe with me, promise I'll keep you safe" Bucky felt like he was nearly pleading with you, fearing you'd disappear into thin air if he loosened his hold. "I won't let you fall y/n, I'm here"

The sobs that had wracked your body had left you drained, your body giving up trying to escape Bucky's hold. Your head lulled onto his shoulder, your breaths beginning to slow and muscles relaxed from put exhaustion.

"Come here angel" Bucky lifted your drained body to bed, gently setting you down and wrapping you under the covers. He made sure you were facing away so he could quickly dispose of the broken mug without you having to see anything. You closed your eyes, letting sleep take over, a part of you at peace that Bucky had found you before you did anything.

You felt his arms wrap around your body, holding you close. You turned around to face him, his sweet face looking back at you.

"Sorry" Your voice was hoarse, the single word was all you could muster. Of all people to break down in front of, Bucky was the last person you wanted to burden.

"Baby, you never have to be sorry" His sincere eyes bore into yours but you shook your head. "Y/n, I mean it. Look at me, you deserve to be healthy. Happy. Loved"

He brushed the hair away from your face, pulling you closer to him. His hand cupped your cheek to tilt your face up, not letting you hide away because you had to know he meant every word he said.

"You don't have to hide. We all have our struggles, you don't have to feel like you're alone. I'm here baby, I'd never judge you" His finger brushed over your lips before you could argue back. "I wouldn't say that if I didn't mean it"

You nodded, melting into his chest, letting him snuggle your body close. His fingers danced over your scarred arms, while he kissed them softly, all while telling you how wonderful and strong you were. How much everyone adored and cared about you. How much you mattered to them. How much you mattered to him.

You closed your eyes, starting to let sleep wash over you again once more. You pressed a kiss onto his chest before snuggling into his side further, smiling for the first time in ages, feeling his arms hug you tightly.

"Doll?"

"Mm?"

"I'm always here, okay?"

"Okay"

And he was.

Always.

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delopsia · 1 year

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Thinking about Rhett looking after you during storms...

Wabang. A tiny excuse for a town that grows closer and closer to being downgraded to a village every year. Forgotten by many, tucked away into the southwest corner of the Teton range, you’ll miss it even on the most detailed of maps. First driving into town, it’s hard to understand why the town has been practically abandoned; with vast pastures, a scattering of crystal clear lakes, and a breathtaking view of the mountains, Wabang is the very definition of picture perfect.

Rhett’s always referred to Wabang as a siren. She’s beautiful until you get too close. You’ve never understood what he meant by that, but to be fair, you never thought to ask him to elaborate. Even as you made the life-altering decision to pack up and settle into a comfy rental home on the edge of town. Even as Rhett quietly asked if you were absolutely sure that you want to go through with it, meekly volunteered to leave Wabang to come to you instead.

Spring arrives a week after you settle in, bringing with it all of its infamous trademarks; chirping birds, flowers re-emerging from the ground, bearing colorful buds that haven’t quite bloomed yet. The atmosphere is as cozy as a cheesy Hallmark movie; you find yourself waking up late in the morning to sunshine peeking through the curtains, bathing your skin in its warmth. Somewhere past noon, your new neighbor stops by to gift you a freshly baked pie and some of her homemade jam. She says she made too much and has no way to get rid of it, but you get the sneaking suspicion she's gone out of her way to do something nice for you.

When you see her out the door, you don't think too hard about the dark clouds rolling in from the west. Spring showers. No big deal, you've dealt with them before, and you shall deal with them again. But then thunder booms, ear-splittingly loud as your home shakes so hard that a newly hung shelf comes clean off the wall. The shining sun is gone within an instant, replaced by low-hanging, almost black clouds that carry squealing winds and an ocean's worth of rain. Distant sirens wail to life, screaming wordlessly about a potential tornado, but you can barely hear it over the screeching of wind beating around the corners of your house.

You hardly know what to do; this house is laid out strangely; every room has a window, and you haven't the slightest clue where the safest point in your house is. The electricity has long since been knocked out, leaving you to your own devices in a house you're unfamiliar with. You don't even have a kitchen table to hide beneath because it's currently on backorder for the next week. You've just resigned yourself to accepting your fate from the comfort of your couch when the front door bursts open.

Your first instinct is to think that a tornado is on the ground and it's right on your doorstep, but then a familiar form comes stumbling in, chasing down the door handle that escaped his grip.

"Rhett?" Lifting your head from the stiff, decorative pillow, "Rhett, what the hell—"

"'s bad out there, ain't it?" Discarding his dripping jacket in the middle of the floor because there's nowhere else to put it. Water drips from the messy curls that poke out from beneath his ears, leaving tiny spots in his gray t-shirt as he crosses the room.

"Don't tell me you drove all the way here while those sirens were going off," but you already know the answer to your own question.

"'course I did," pride leaking from his tone as he settles into the gap of space next to you, arms open wide, welcoming you into his warm, safe chest. "Can't let some mean ol' twister get my baby, now can I?"

Even as the sirens begin to wail once more, hail beating against your windows as the wind shrieks, threatening to break in at any moment, it's hard to feel scared at all. So carefully secured in Rhett's arms that it feels as if nothing can get to you here.

"You don't seem frightened in the slightest," you find yourself whispering, the slow thump of his heart loud in your ear.

"'Ts normal 'round here," those are words you certainly do not want to hear, but he says it so calmly that it hardly gets a rise out of your nerves. "You'll get used to it after a while."

When the storm clears, the most damage you find is a dent in Rhett's truck bed from the hail and a few downed branches. Branches that wind up getting hauled down to the ranch, fodder for a fire, exclusively because you both are having cravings for S'mores as of late.

There's plenty of space for you to sit, there are fold-out chairs in the barn, and Rhett's just got done building a third wooden bench, but you're snuggled up in the same damn Adirondack chair. Sharing the same S'more because your eyes were bigger than your stomachs, and now you've got too many.

"'Nother storms a'comin'," he observes aloud, in between pressing a chocolatey kiss to your temple.

But you don't see a single dark cloud in the sky. "How do you know?"

Your question goes unanswered for some time; Rhett's too busy licking the pad of his thumb and trying to wipe off the mess he's left on your skin. Eventually, he bites the bullet and just licks it off you with his tongue. "Y'remember that time I fell off that bull and broke my collarbone?" Pitifully pawing at the wet spot on your head, you nod. "It starts hurtin' every time one rolls in."

Mother Nature allows you a solid five minutes of giggled bickering before she douses you in a downpour. Zero to a hundred in a split second, effectively ending your fire and sending you scurrying toward the Abbott house like a pair of roaches. It's not a good idea for you to go upstairs, but you go anyway because testing your luck with potential tornadoes is better than Cecelia fussing at you for being too touchy.

Thunder booms just as you stumble into the tiny little room, sends you jumping so high that you're surprised your head doesn't hit the ceiling. Rhett settles himself into a small rocking chair in the far corner of the room, beckoning you closer, "Pick a blanket 'n get over 'ere."

Later, you'll have to ask him why he has so many blankets. For now, you're content to steal a brown-striped one from the foot of his bed and curl into his lap once more.

"Why are Wabang storms so violent?" You mutter, mostly to yourself, as you settle into his broad frame.

"This place's cursed."

And he's not kidding. On top of the storms, a freak swarm of locusts takes over the town for the entire last week of April, only thwarted by snowfall. Two and a half feet of it in one damn night. It's gone before the first week of May is over.

The storms only grow worse as summer rolls in, never doing a lot of damage but so violent that you catch yourself thinking that this is it. This is the storm that has a bite as strong as its bark. They show up at the crack of dawn, during high noon, sunset, and in the middle of the night, without warning or indication beforehand.

But, somehow, Rhett always finds a way to you.

A storm catches you by surprise while you're out on a nature trail with a friend; rain comes down in sheets so thick that you can hardly see where you're going. A dark mass appears a few feet in front of you, and what do you know, it's your soaked cowboy hunting you down. All because he saw the clouds and knew there wasn't enough time for you to get back in time.

He turns around on his morning drive to the ranch just to sit next to you while the storm rages on because he fears something bad happening to you while he's gone. Once, he's home playing a game that he's been dying to start, but he puts it on pause the moment lightning flashes. "It can wait," he tells you as he snuggles up behind you, chin resting on your shoulder as he watches what you're doing.

You get used to it, just like he'd said you would, but those visits never cease. It doesn't matter where the two of you are or what's going on; he's there. A quiet, sturdy presence that grounds you just by being there. During his rodeos, he herds you toward the chutes, uncaring of rules because he'll be damned if you stand in the storm alone. During his brief rides, his buddies, even the least observant of them, are careful to keep you close. "Just in case the wind snatches you up," he always says.

Once, he calls you while you're visiting family, "You know, I just caught myself drivin' home because I saw lightnin'."

And as you lay here in bed, listening to rain beat against the roof and wind scream around the corners of this old rental home, you can't help but smile when you hear the door creak open.

"I thought you were supposed to be in a hotel two hours away," yawning as you peer over your shoulder, marveling as he lifts his t-shirt from his gently toned body.

"I'm s'posed to be," the bed dips as he settles in, legs tangling with yours, lips peppering kisses to your neck while he settles in. "Had a feelin' my baby might need some protectin'."

Because he might not be the strongest man in the world, but he's forever ready to take on anything that could hurt you. Even if that's just a silly old downpour.

#thought of this while i was standing in the rain earlier #rhett abbott x y/n #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott #rhett abbott outer range #outer range fic #outer range #outer range amazon #rhett abbott imagine #rhett abbott x you #reader self insert #self insert #x reader #reader insert #delgato's thinking #delgato's warmups

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blackbatcass · 8 months

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(takes place somewhere towards the end of GA 2001)

Mia Dearden woke up in a cold sweat. She was shivering- more than that, really, more like trembling. Convulsing. Like an earthquake in her bones.

The sheets were wet against her back. It was…sweat, her sweat, she could feel it plastering her pajamas to her skin, dripping through her hair down to the nape of her neck. Shit, was her first thought, as if through a haze. These are Ollie’s. A too-big t-shirt and sweatpants, pilfered from his closet when he wasn’t looking. She had been pretty sure he wouldn’t mind. They were comfy, anyway, and Mia had a habit of snatching things first and thinking later. They were all rumpled with sweat now, though…would he get mad? Would he be angry at her, for ruining his clothes?

Hmm. How would Ollie’s sweatpants fit her? Actually, maybe they were Connor’s. Dinah’s?

She couldn’t remember. Mia had a lot of stolen clothes scattered around her room. She considered it an endearing trait and not a sign that she was a budding kleptomaniac.

“What,” Mia croaked to herself, out loud. Her eyes were still closed. She couldn’t remember…She knew she was in her bed. She knew she was wet, and sticky (gross.) She knew her muscles were sore. Why were her muscles sore? Oh, right, from the shivering.

Earthquakes. Mia didn’t know a lot about earthquakes, but she’d watched a documentary about them once upon a time. When she was really little…elementary school, probably. Though she poked fun at Connor for watching them now, Mia had quite liked documentaries when she was a little kid. Mostly just because she’d liked learning things, even back then. They didn’t really have many books in the house, so she’d turn on the Discovery channel and listen to one gentle old man or another teach her about nature or animals or history. It was nice.

Mia hadn’t actually been supposed to mess with the TV when she was that age, but when he had been out of the house she’d always told herself she didn’t give a shit and made sure to put the remote right back in the exact place she’d found it when she was finished. She remembered the earthquake documentary being a little too scientific for her young brain. It talked about fault lines and plate tectonics and seismometers, and all she could think of was how maybe that would happen to her one day. She would just vibrate out of her cells, and no one would know she had ever existed.

“Fault lines in my skin,” she whispered to herself, and then thought that was really funny. She giggled to herself for a minute, curling up into a tighter ball.

Mia gulped in breaths of air, all of them shallow. Her teeth were chattering. She was cold. She was aware of the fact, all of a sudden, that she was miserable. She wanted to go back to sleep. She wanted her limbs to stop shaking. She wanted to get out of these awful fucking sweaty sheets. Mia pushed them off of her, except it was more like she was halfheartedly kicking and flailing at them, because actually reaching out and untangling them when she was so exhausted sounded impossible. The sheets got batted to the other side of the bed, except…no, it wasn’t the sheets that were moving, it was her, and then she couldn’t feel the mattress anymore and then she was tumbling down to the floor.

“Fuuuuuck,” Mia groaned, rolling over onto her back. The floor was cold under her. She stared at the ceiling, which seemed really far away. She blinked a few times, her vision coming in and out of focus. Mia shivered and rubbed sweat from her face. She felt strange. It was like there was a fog in her brain, so thick she couldn’t think through it. If she looked hard enough, she thought she could see birds dancing on the ceiling, but that was dumb. Wasn’t it? She was too tired for this.

“I need…” she whispered groggily to herself, “I need…” she needed something. What was it? A washcloth, maybe, to wipe off all the sweat. To get one of those she’d need to make it all the way down the hall to the closet, and then to the bathroom, to get the washcloth wet, and Mia didn’t even think she’d be able to sit upright. Just the thought made her want to puke. And-

There was a noise from the hallway outside her door. A creaking floorboard. It was strange, because suddenly she couldn’t remember who else lived in the house that could be making that noise, and she couldn’t remember whose house she was in, and she couldn’t remember where she was. It was all a hazy blur, and her vision was tunneling, and she didn’t want anyone else to know she was here. She clamped a sweaty hand over her mouth to stop her teeth from chattering. She couldn’t make too much noise. Mia was great at making noise, but that had gotten her in trouble over the years, and she knew better now than to make noise when she was scared. Anyone could be outside her door. Anyone could find her in here, shivering and huddled on the floor, and that made her stomach turn.

She rolled over onto her elbows and started to crawl. Walking was out of the question, but dragging herself along the hardwood floor only made her feel a little bit nauseous. It felt like it took her forever to make it to the bedroom door, because the floor kept warping on her every few feet, rolling sideways and backwards and turning uphill like a mountain. She kept blinking and it would look different. But mama hadn’t raised a fucking quitter, and Mia eventually slumped against the doorframe, letting out an exhausted breath. She reached one arm up and clicked the latch that made the door lock from the inside. Okay. Okay, it was okay, she was safe now. No one could get in if she didn’t want them to.

Weird thoughts kept sloughing through the fog. How come she could lock the door from the inside? She never could before. And the floor looked different, too…wasn’t it supposed to be some ugly-ass linoleum? She couldn’t…she couldn’t remember. Mia idly scrubbed a hand over the hardwood, feeling the polish and the cracks between panels. Weird.

She had thought the floors were nice, when she first came here. She remembered that. Ollie had taken her around and let her pick out which room she wanted and shown her the doorknobs. They only lock from the inside, see, he had said, tapping the latch with one finger. So you can lock it if you want. Nobody can keep ya in. I want you to feel safe here, kiddo.

Mia remembered feeling a bit sheepish at that, for months afterwards. It wasn’t like Connor needed special locks in his bedroom to feel safe. But it made her feel better anyway. She’d twisted the latch the first couple nights, when Stanley had still been there, and…she didn’t anymore. When had she stopped locking it?

Mia wrapped shaking arms around herself, leaning her cheek down on one shoulder. She didn’t remember. She didn’t…nothing made sense. She couldn’t think straight. She needed to lie back down. She needed to get away from this door. Swallowing her exhaustion, Mia slowly crawled back across the floor before collapsing on top of the rug in the center of her room.

It was soft. She curled up in more-or-less the fetal position, burrowing her cheek into its threads. It was dark in her room, but she could just barely see the little pink flowers sewn into the yellow rug.

“Stupid,” Mia said, a goofy smile on her face. It was stupid. It was bright and silly and childish and probably belonged in a kindergartner’s room. That was sort of why she’d picked it out, though.

Ollie had taken her shopping, a few weeks after she’d moved in. After he got his memories back, after Connor was settling in, after the Stanley Dover mess had finished. They had wandered through a Star City department store, just the two of them. “You can get anything you want for your room,” Ollie had told her, walking down the lamp aisle. “And I mean anything.”

“I want the Mona Lisa,” Mia had said with a grin, just to be an asshole.

Ollie had raised one bushy eyebrow. “Well, that one might be a bit of a tall order, kid,” he had grunted. “But, you know. I’ve had my run-ins with those under the radar types over the years. I could probably-”

“I was kidding, Ollie, god. I don’t actually want the Mona Lisa to decorate my bedroom. What would I do with it, anyway?”

“Look at it, I s’pose.”

“Can I get that one,” Mia had asked abruptly. She had stopped in front of the kid’s section, staring with big eyes at the rolled-up area rugs.

“Hm?” He’d looked over to where she was pointing. “Oh, the rug? Of course. I said anything, didn’t I?”

Mia had turned to him, then, almost defiant. “You don’t think it would look stupid?” she had asked.

“Shit, Mia. I don’t know anything about interior design, or whatever. Or much care. If you want the rug then get the rug.”

She had pursed her lips and nodded. “Okay,” she had said. “I want this one.”

“Yellow,” Mia said now, smiling into the rug. Bright yellow, like Speedy. She liked yellow. It was a happy color, bright, the same as her hair. For some reason that kid’s rug had pulled at her the moment she’d seen it. Her room, when she was a little kid…it hadn’t had anything in it that was really hers. In a way she’d picked out that rug for a Mia who wasn’t around anymore. A little tiny Mia who never got to have a silly yellow rug with pink flowers on it.

Yellow meant safe. Yellow meant Speedy. Yellow meant…

Mia coughed suddenly, hacking into one fist. Her lungs felt too small for her body. She still hadn’t stopped shaking. God, her muscles were sore. She was so cold. She was so fucking tired. All she wanted was to go back to sleep. She was crying, all of a sudden, fat tears trailing from the corners of her eyelids onto the rug. Shit. Mia just felt miserable.

She was tired of being cold. She was tired of being sweaty. She was tired of being alone in this room.

She needed…she needed…

(It was what he’d said, after showing her the doorknob. “Listen to me for a minute, kiddo. I won’t pretend to know everything about your past, and I won’t ask either. But I can tell you’ve been through hell. And I want you to know, right now, here, that nothing is gonna harm you while you’re in this house.” He had looked at her with those hard eyes of his. “I won’t let anything happen to you. Not a thing, sweetheart. Not one single thing.”)

Mia let out a sob. She needed her fucking dad.

“OLLIE!” Mia shouted at the top of her lungs. It took all her energy just to get it out. Her throat hurt but she didn’t care. “OLLIE!”

In less than ten seconds she could hear the sound of pounding footsteps. “YEAH?” he called back. Mia could have died of relief. She wished she had the mental capacity to answer him.

The footsteps got closer until he was right outside. He knocked on the door a few times, then rattled the doorknob.

“Mia? Mia, are you in there, what’s wrong- Why’s the fucking door- ROY! WHY’S THE DOOR LOCKED? I-”

“Ollie,” she choked out, through the sobs that wouldn’t stop wracking her fragile chest. “Help…”

“MIA! Are you okay? I…Shit! The door’s locked! Can you open it for me, kiddo?”

She was too tired. She couldn’t even find the energy to say anything, much less make it all the way to the door. All she could do was lay there and cry.

“Shit, I…Shit. Goddamn door. One sec, Mi, watch out.”

There was a horrible crunching noise, and the door swung open with the force of a typhoon. There he was, in all his blond mustachioed glory.

Ollie ran the few steps into her room and knelt beside her on the rug. Mia closed her eyes and felt herself being scooped up into his arms.

“Mia?” he asked, in a quieter voice. “Are you-

“Sorry,” she managed to hiccup. “Couldn’t move. Think I’m…sick.”

Ollie grunted. “I’ll say. Jesus, kid. You’re shaking more than a goddamn maraca.”

“Earthquake,” Mia corrected quietly.

“An earthquake, sure. I gotta- fuck, you’re burning up. Boiling, really. When did…doesn’t matter, I guess. I better get you to a damn hospital.”

“‘Kay,” was all Mia could reply.

She shivered as Ollie gathered her up in his strong arms and stood, cradling her like a baby. He started out of the room and down the hallway, careful to hold her steady. She nuzzled into his chest.

“What was Roy doing anyway,” Ollie muttered to himself, stopping in the kitchen to grab his wallet and car keys. “Wasn’t it his job to watch you, make sure you didn’t get sick?”

This comment caused some of the fog in Mia’s head to fade. Right. She’d had a cough and low fever yesterday, and Ollie and Connor had joined forces to insist she stay home from school. They both had stupid superhero stuff to do, and Roy had planned on visiting this weekend anyway, so he had brought Lian down a day early to watch Mia. She had been fine all day, really. They had mostly been playing stupid board games and watching soap operas.

“It’s not Roy’s fault, Ollie,” she huffed. “I was fine until now.”

“Hmmph. Guess not. Oh, look, the man of the hour.”

“Dad?” Roy’s voice came from behind Ollie. Mia peeked over his shoulder to see Roy leaning into the kitchen, clad in his pajamas, blinking sleepily. “You were shouting?”

“Mia’s pretty sick,” Ollie explained, laying a kiss on her forehead. “She’s hot as my chili. I’m gonna run her over to the hospital, make sure everything’s okay.”

Roy’s eyes widened. “Oh, shit. I can ride with you if you want-”

“Nah, I got her. Just let Connor and Lian know when they wake up. We’ll probably be back soon. Just- shove my wallet and keys into my pocket there, would ya.”

“Sorry, Speedy the Second,” Roy said sheepishly, tweaking her nose as he grabbed both items from the kitchen counter and slid them into Ollie’s back pocket. “Guess I’m not a very good babysitter.”

“The worst,” Mia said fondly, just to be an asshole. He stuck his tongue out at her. “Bye, Roy,” she said sleepily as Ollie carried her out of the kitchen.

“Feel better, sis.” Roy waved from behind Ollie’s back. Mia would have waved in return if she had literally any energy left.

They made their way through the house. Mia glimpsed the front door, and for some reason the sight of it made her start giggling madly. Maybe she was delirious, but she couldn’t help it.

“What’s so funny down there, blondie?”

“You broke down a door for me,” she said, laughing into his neck. “Stupid old man.”

“Hey! Nothing stupid about it!” Ollie shifted her in his arms. “You needed me. Was I about to let some dumb door come between me and my daughter?”

“Guess not,” she whispered. “Thanks, Ollie.”

“Anytime, kiddo.” Ollie twisted the front doorknob with one hand and they stepped out into the cool night.

“Cold,” Mia whispered.

“Mia,” Ollie grunted, stepping through the grass of the front lawn. “Why’d you lock the door?”

“Dunno.” She squeezed her eyes shut. “Was scared.”

“Mm.”

“I called for help,” she said, very faintly. “Help. You came. Knew you’d come. You said…not one single thing.”

Ollie was quiet, for a moment. “That’s my girl,” he said, in a voice so soft it should have been illegal. Then, “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you in this car.”

On their way to the hospital, so quiet she thought she had imagined it: “I’ll always come, Mia. You can bet your fucking boots.”

#mia dearden #oliver queen #arrowfam #green arrow #dc #do you guys know i. love mia. so much #will probably post it on ao3 later but until then here you go #i just care about them a lot okay they’re family!!!!!#and yes for your information oliver queen would get the mona lisa for mia’s room if she wanted it.#that’s his daughter she gets what she wants okay. i don’t make the rules.

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