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FSR rambles 18 dreams about being gannon
Direct parallels to Gannon/OOT.
Sweet time to mention Shadow can play the piano haha. I have a plan for a comic on HOW he learned but that's a later date type thing.
HERO OF TIME HIIIIIII. 💖 Also Naavi.
He's here to murder shadow. Noice.
Seems like Shadow's just getting haunted by this guy considering his appearance earlier in the comic in page 290 -
Seems like Hero of Time just isn't a fan of him or smth. XDDD
Ouch. That looked like it hurt.
Also hi who are you.
Also considering I know who you are...Why are your eyes Blue buddy? :D
"Aw shit. I got sliced"
"Also I'm younger"
Ah dream logic.
Hi Perry-
I mean uhhh
Totally mysterious purple clad hero.
This is a character from the planned sequel of FSR. and I can't speak much about him. You'd know a decent amount about him if you've seen the FSRA posts.
Also his eyes changed...Again...
When I dream I have nothing but nightmares too shadow. Smh.
Oh Hi Link. Why are you wearing white and black. Basically the reverse of Dark Link's fit? Not weird at aaaaall considering that wasn't what he was wearing before he pulled the sword...
It's been around for awhile NOW but Shadow's hair changing to have a red streak...much like a certain gerudo man we know isn't odd at ALLLLLL.
Also nice Malice eyes Shadow.
Yeah I'm sure the magic demonic 8 ball will have the answers you seek Shadow.
Considering the Gannon flashbacks we just saw...Who's "him" Dark? Because Dark could just as easily be talking about Vaati here. But really it's up in the air on who he meant exactly.
Dark keeping his horns from his vaati convo and it appearing on his human ish form was a fun detail to add.
Random note to think about: Dark had to put himself back in Shadow's hat after sneaking off to vaati's house and that imagery is funny so I'm sharing it with you.
Dark's hair is still vaati colored as well and his behavior is reflecting him still.
Link talking about food and sleeping is just about the most link thing ever so Dark gives absolutely no shits about it.
Haha you should have chosen your words more wisely shadow...
It ALMOST sounds like you don't WANT Link here...which Dark can pick up on pal-
Oh shit. You repeated it you meant it.
Yeah don't shout Link could wake up.
Dark kinda SORTA seems to know what's happening...
But he's using "I think" and uncertain language. (You know he's not sure of smth if he's using phrasing like that hah. Since he's usually so self assured in his assumptions.)
Lol ignore how often my dumbass forgot to keep Shadow's hair right. Mistakes happen. 😅
Hey Shadow, abusing the nutcase isn't gonna get you very far.
Especially because he hates your guts.
Dark's kinda right here tho. Shadow's being selfish as hell rn.
The phrase "Does the word "HERO" just have no meaning to you? You disgust me" specifically gets a chuckle out of me considering who's mouth it's coming out of.
Dark continues to miss identify Shadow as Gannon when he said "you're as old as time" (More of a reference to demise depending on how you look at it but same diff)
Dark sweating visibly showing he's still very much scared of Shadow.
Shadow pulled his head out of his ass for a second and realized Dark's acting weird. (Like Vaati)
Dark's instant snap back is amusing but also sad. Like. Shadow doesn't "know him" not in any meaningful way. But he does yield and admit he was looking at memories for... YEARS in the head space.
Which is just a level of horror beyond comprehension.
Imagine spending YEARS looking at other people's memories just to get yanked out of it randomly by mr root of all evil himself bitching at you about smth you don't even know about, some guy you had a single conversation with YEARS AGO. But oh yeah. It's only been maybe 8 hours in the real world and all perception of time and reality was thrown off and you're being accused of being a different person after all that shit.
To say Dark Link isn't having a fun or good time would be an understatement.
I touched on it in a fic where Link and Dark bang of all places but Dark's existence is an existential nightmare.
Dark Link's EXISTANCE isn't fun for him. He's gonna mention it later too but he's MISSERABLE and vocal about his misery and pain just being alive.
Something weird to think about: Who's memories was he even looking at?
Really from his vague description it could be ANYONE.
I personally like to think it's vaati's considering he still has his hair shifted to be vaati's tone, is acting like vaati and mentions shadow being "Annoying"
though Link and vio are high possibilities too haha.
A mix of all of them aren't off base either.
Identity crisis how fun...Dark struggling to separate himself from the memories he's witnessed is concerning to say the least.
At least he's willing to be helpful with what he thinks is going on.
Really he could have just said "Fuck off figure it out yourself" but he offers to try and explain shit to Shadow from his perspective.
Dark's openness to cooperate despite everything is smth noteworthy.
He has literally no reason to do shit like this (Even if it fails) ESPECIALLY considering his distaste for Shadow. He just does shit that's helpful or nice cause he can.
Just little characterizations that Dark Link is more like Link than you'd first think considering his introduction.
Also OOT reference again with Ganon entering the sacred realm to steal the Triforce of power.
The second Shadow mentions them splitting is a relief, Dark cosplays Vio. XDDDD
Even Shadow thinks that was Vio like haha.
Dark's avoiding Link is the funniest part of this. "Oh shit he's waking up, gotta run. Don't wanna talk to him." XDDD
Don't do it Shadow.
It's a terrible idea.
Last time Link was here he was wanting to off himself so he might not be the most mentally sound individual!
Also who's happy to be woken up...
Dark Link being the voice of reason here about the pros and cons to waking Link up or even listening to him haha.
Considering what happens HAPPENS, that probs would have happened REGUARDLESS of if he was woken up or not. The change really is down to whether or not Shadow would A. Even be around for it. B. Be the one to wake Link up and have that burden on his mind or C. Just let shit happen.
Shadow is putting a ton of pressure on Dark to give answers or be helpful AND CORRECT but like...dude Dark doesn't know, he's guessing too lmfao.
Shadow makes what I consider a very foolish choice which was waking Link up.
Dark held back the explosion aspect but he is here to have fun first so uhhhh...Well he DID say it'd be funny to him and not Shadow.
Shadow defaults to blaming Dark Link "Damn demon" which...Shadow learn some accountability.
Panel by panel breakdown cause stuffs getting jucy:
1- Interesting outfit choice Link. It's the one he wore when he was a bit younger. So he's got a younger mindset when waking up. Which is just sad.
2- his outfit changes to half blue half green with a purple sleeve, his hands are all sorts of wrong and mish mashed with red and purple nails. His eyes also have the wrong color. His body is distorting all over the place...Interesting.
3- Shadow you shouldn't have said anything. The coward's hiding too lmfao he knows he fucked up.
4- Safe to say he's not very happy.
Link's distorting and glitching is based on video game glitches. Which is fun because: LOZ is a video game.
There's something distinctly haunting and uncanny about buggy/glitchy game assets and I wanted to capture it here.
Like the reality of four people being forced into one body is quite horrifying and the idea of them just bugging out unable to process how many thoughts there are is overwhelming. Literally like overloading a computer or gaming system.
There's also something to be said about how he fully breaks after seeing Shadow Link.
This is brought up later so I'll expand upon it later but the fact literally the only words Shadow Link spoke to LINK was "I'm the hero Link" or smth like that is hysterical.
For living together for 7 years: They truly don't know each other well on a personal level considering their ability to communicate was stunted by Shadow being...Well a Shadow. And I wanna explore that more as the series goes on.
1- Lol Green hi thanks for trying to stay calm.
2- Vio's here too. Something tells me calming down isn't working considering your face is cracking more and the tunic is flashing different colors.
3- Shadow I swear to god, shut your mouth-
4- Yeaaaaaah we saw that coming. Ouch looks painful. Good thing that body is magic hahaha.
Link's just not having a good time at all. XD
I think a few people caught this but Link breaking down here was based on the forced gem fusions in SU also the distorted static version of the cartoons from learning with pibby XD
It was good inspo for how horrific this scenario is.
Really all of them are just kinda, shoved in there. Unable to truly escape and they're NOT HAPPY about it.
Blue specifically is trying to get out as we'll know later and we get more context on his thoughts about this ordeal from the Darkblue chapter... But visually you can see Link's got two faces and it remains consistent that that's Blue.
Which, is terrifying.
There's also the underlying horror that the "Why" Link is back in one body isn't truly addressed but we'll get more into that later.
Shadow running for his damn life haha.
I'd be scared too if that mess was crawling at me.
The sad thing is that Link's reaching out for help and Shadow responds by screaming in terror lmfao.
Cause Link seems monstruous at the moment but the reality of the situation is he's very clearly conscious and scared. He's reaching out to the only person he can, which is Shadow.
I think this might be my favorite design of Link in this state. It's just horrific to look at. The eyes bleeding onto both his faces which are cracked like mirrors so you can't tell what he's looking at. He has Vio and Blue's legs sticking out of his back, and entire extra head forcing its way off his main one, it's hard to tell from these but his skin is glitching in both Red and Blue's separate skin tones (Blue's being a bit darker and Red's being lighter)
His tunic is pitch black which, black absorbs all wavelengths of light and reflects none...Literally keeping it trapped haha.
Yeah. WHY IS THIS HAPPENING.
Anyway, Link/Green, Vio and red are all reaching out to shadow but blue is suspiciously absent haha.
Them grabbing onto Shadow is smth Vio would do...
The four sword's lil gem thingy is glitched to shit too. Each colored piece being a different size. Green's is noticeably larger while Blue and Red's are about the same size. Vio's is the smallest.
Shadow's hat is doing that thing Dark does when he's upset where it clings to his body.
Yeah feeling like you can't do anything would be a feeling you fall into frequently being trapped as a shadow.
Take that agency back Shadow it's been robbed from you for too long.
Blue: GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!!!!
Jokes aside I love this moment. Link getting more stable as he keeps Shadow close to him is sweet.
Link just needed a hug. UwU
Or...Less cute option: Maybe...The triforce of power had something to do with it...
Link/Red crying immediately when Shadow says a single word lmfao.
Link's so pretty I love him. I'm glad he's back a bit.
"Shadow, stop talking." could apply to everything he says to link as of rn. XD
Link's still very much emotionally distressed and I'd be too after THAT SHIT SHOW.
I do think it's funny how Link is wearing black here and Shadow is wearing white. (It's just his usual underclothes without his tunic)
Yes shut up and please just hug him it's clearly what he needs rn Shadow. X'D
Perfect cut off point lmfao.
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I know that the fateful Final Fifteen of Good Omens S2 has been analysed to death and that there have been countless metas about the same (of which I may have missed some, so please direct me to any that may help answer my questions), but I'm still wondering what else Aziraphale could possibly have done at the end of S2 other than accept the Metatron's offer. I do interpret GO2's ending as being somewhere between “Aziraphale regressed completely to his S1 mentality” and “Aziraphale pushed Crowley away on purpose as part of his game of 4D chess”.
As we saw, the Metatron enters the bookshop apparently just in the nick of time, when Michael is making (empty? did Aziraphale have any way of knowing that, until the Metatron butted in?) threats of erasing Aziraphale's name from the Book of Life. I find this transition extremely jarring, as most of you probably did— what important part of the conversation did we miss, after Gabriel and Beelzebub and the other demons left, for us to jump directly to Michael re-asserting her earlier resolution of Extreme Sanctions? When did Crowley become sprawled over, almost immobile in Aziraphale’s armchair? Were Aziraphale or Crowley going to do anything about the threat that was currently being made to Aziraphale's life? These are all things that make my plot brain itch. But if there’s any purpose for this abrupt turn of events, it’s to emphasise this— Aziraphale's existence as he knows it is coming to an end (the “precious, peaceful, fragile existence” he had carved out with Crowley— which Crowley himself had called fragile for a reason), and there’s nothing he or Crowley can do about it. He is at a crossroads, and it is at this point that the Metatron approaches with a coffee— and makes it clear to Aziraphale as to exactly which options are available to him.
Even so, Aziraphale's first reaction upon hearing that he was to be appointed as Supreme Archangel was to say, right to the Metatron's face, that he didn't want to go back to Heaven (which btw, S1 Aziraphale could never. I'm so proud of my bby for coming this far) He really only seems to become amenable to the offer when the Metatron brings up the possibility of re-instating Crowley— and even then, we don't get to see Aziraphale's reaction in the moment, only the excitement that he later projects towards Crowley. When Aziraphale all giddily tells Crowley that he, Aziraphale, might have misjudged the Metatron— it probably is less because he’s getting something like a gold star from Heaven and more because Crowley’s getting the gold star, so to speak. I’ve been seeing about how Neil wrote in the flashback that GO2 started with, after he wrote the ending and realised there needed to be a reason to care— and the revelation that Aziraphale really did know the angel that Crowley once was, does put everything about the ending into more context (so that’s just brilliant). We know that Aziraphale has seen Crowley at his most carefree, and that Aziraphale was also always the one who was more cautious about Heaven. Many have theorised that in Aziraphale’s eyes, Heaven’s greatest failing was that it sentenced Crowley, of all angels, to Fall— Crowley, the once-angel whose inherent goodness wasn’t extinguished even when his essential nature as a demon forbade it (or at least, according to the propaganda that Aziraphale has been fed for all his existence)— and I do think it might have been the first in a long, long row of dominoes that were set to fall.
When the Metatron made his (clearly insincere) offer to undo Crowley’s Fall, Aziraphale might have clung onto it as a glimmer of hope that Heaven was indeed capable of righting its wrongs. Why would Aziraphale have reason to suspect that Crowley would react as badly as he did? From his point of view, and even from that of the audience, Crowley had always seemed at odds with his apparent demonhood and the fact that he even had to Fall. From Aziraphale’s point of view, Crowley won’t have to pretend to be a “bad demon” anymore— he can just do good (and be with Aziraphale), openly, without fearing for the consequences. Yet, even when the Metatron sends Aziraphale off after their little chinwag, he still doesn’t match the enthusiasm with which he confronts Crowley. Had he psyched himself up for the sole purpose of appealing to Crowley? (… ouch.) And Aziraphale has had a listening problem all season, often distracted from whatever Crowley’s trying to say, but here it comes into play worse than ever. Crowley reiterates that they’re “on their own side” to Aziraphale in the most explicit way he has since the bandstand in S1, but this seems to fly over Aziraphale’s head almost entirely, with Aziraphale then proceeding to make exactly the same offer to Crowley except in terms of the Metatron’s newly proposed status quo. It’s as if Aziraphale didn’t want to consider any other possibility where Crowley and he could continue being together— or couldn’t.
I think that Aziraphale really wanted to make the best of a bad situation, and for Crowley to come with him, emotional baggage be damned. (Otherwise, he wouldn’t have tried so hard to stop Crowley leaving.)
And a bad situation it is— let’s lay out all the cards on the table, shall we? Aziraphale and Crowley were left alone by their respective ex-employers only because they’d scared both sides enough with their body swap shenanigans. The implied precondition, of course, is that they wouldn’t further meddle in the business of Heaven and Hell— confirmed when Gabriel and Beelzebub are explicitly given this ultimatum, and they decide to fuck off together and find their freedom in Alpha Centauri. Meanwhile, Aziraphale and Crowley have already exhausted their first, and only, strike— and Michael seems to have found another threat that seems dangerously effective. (Really, though, for all Aziraphale thinks Crowley could even bear to return to Heaven as an angel— does Crowley think Aziraphale will ever be content leaving the Earth and its denizens to the tender mercies of Heaven and Hell? Have those two ever been able to go without sticking their noses where they’re not supposed to, for all Crowley pretends not to care? Heaven and Hell already had more reason to chase down Aziraphale and Crowley than they ever had for Gabriel and Beelzebub.) They were at the end of their road, and Crowley knew it as well as Aziraphale did— except Aziraphale was in denial the entire season and Crowley revived his fantasy of them running away together that he only ever brings up when they’re literally in an end-of-the-world situation. Did the Metatron threaten Crowley? He might have— but the question is, does he even need to do that?
The Metatron isn’t negotiating. Michael may not have the authority to edit the Book of Life, but if that authority does rest with anyone, it’s with the Metatron. This isn’t a choice that Aziraphale can merely walk away from, and he knows it. Who would choose death over coffee, if given the choice— if that can even be called a choice? “So predictable”, as the Metatron says.
Still, after Crowley kisses Aziraphale back to his senses, Aziraphale is on the verge of throwing all caution to the wind anyway. The Metatron divulges to him for what exactly it is that Heaven is taking Aziraphale back into its clutches, and Aziraphale exchanges a single, vulnerable look with Crowley which could say a million different things— You were right—I wish you were with me—or is it just a goodbye? And then he gets in the elevator anyway, and flashes the creepiest smile we’ve ever gotten from Aziraphale during the entirety of the show. To me, this is the demented expression of a not-man who is realising he has absolutely nothing to lose.
Personally, I think that Heaven won’t know what hit them.
#good omens#good omens 2#good omens meta#aziraphale#ineffable husbands#ineffable divorce#good omens 2 spoilers#hoping for BAMF!aziraphale in good omens 3
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Sunflower, Book 1, Chapter 19
Tom Hiddleston x OFC
Series rated: E
Chapter warnings: Flashback- I'm still blueballing you on the smut, it's just getting worse this week. The flashback is sexy but hardly crossing to rated M
AN: Special gift for a reader having a bad day- Bonus chapter. This will be the last of the bonus chapters though since running two series at the same time is a bit demanding (and a self made hell). We get to learn a bit about Sally's dad! Also, Mia's baking is wholly based on my attempt to make the same for my sister on a time crunch. My centers didn't set though! I love step dad Tom.
Masterlist Kofi
~~~~~<3
Mia felt silly banishing Tom to bedtime duty as she quickly whipped egg yolks and sugar. She was rushing and knew that was a recipe for disaster but she didn’t want to give herself a second to chicken out.
She hadn’t know what to expect having Tom back and so she hadn’t planned a fancy dinner or a night out. He was scheduled to be in late so it didn’t seem like it would have mattered anyway, she would have had to have been quick to get Sally back home and to sleep.
Tom showing up significantly earlier was a huge weight off her shoulders logistically. She wasn’t very good at being a wife yet, she didn’t even know how to be a girlfriend very well but she wanted to show him her gratitude.
Ray, Sally’s father, had been her last real relationship and the only things he cared about were booze, gambling or sex. If she wanted to thank him, it had to be with one of those three things if not all three.
Tom was like no man she had ever known though and she didn’t know how to show him her gratitude. The best she could come up with was to make the fanciest thing she could think of.
Would it stack up to the vase of flowers on the counter in front of her? She sure as hell hoped so. Doubt ate at her as she mixed the whipped sugar and egg yolks into the hot cream.
This was a terrible idea.
It was by far, the worst idea she had had since agreeing to stay married.
She saw that body- there was no way in hell he ate things like this. He probably would rather a bowl of fruit or something. On the other hand, she had seen the foods he had ordered when they had gone out to eat.
Again and again she went back and forth on the quality of the idea as Tom crossed the hall from the bathroom with Sally on his back. Giggles filled the apartment and god did it sound good.
As Mia was filling the two small dishes with the mixture, Tom was leaning against the wall by Sally’s bedroom door. “Having fun?” Mia called to him.
“Oddly enough, yes.” His chuckle made her smile. She couldn’t help it, it was just such a unique sound.
~~~~~<3
Mia listened to Tom’s voice reading story after story while she willed the mixt o bake faster. She had managed to get the custards out of the oven before he had finished reading the tenth story. Maybe it was the twelfth?
Who knows anymore? That little girl had Tom wrapped around her finger. Hopefully it would last. This game they were playing, this gamble on forever with a stranger could have shattering results on that little girl.
Fuck, they were being so selfish trying.
Cooling the dishes was the most high stakes gambling she had done in at least a year. Okay, maybe staying married was up there too. If she cooled the water bath too quickly, they would shatter. But she needed them cooled to finish setting.
She didn’t have an extra so she was fucked if one shattered. It felt like she had melted her fingertips off handling the little containers but she got them cooled. The centers had a little more jiggle that she would have liked but she could only hope they would finish setting in the freezer while they finished cooling.
Mia plopped them in the freezer as Tom starting Fox in Socks. She would have to tell him to limit Sally’s stories eventually so that kid would get to sleep at a decent time but for now she couldn’t bring herself to. Sally hadn’t had a father figure in her life in years and she couldn’t stop her from indulging in it at the moment.
Plus, she needed all the extra time she could to finish this stupid ass dessert.
~~~~~<3
Mia didn’t have many fancy kitchen trinkets or tools but the one thing she was rather proud of was her kitchen torch. It wasn’t the big fancy ones that burned propane like on the cooking shows but it was good enough.
Mia toasted the spoonful of sugar she put on each custard as she listened to Tom say goodnight for the fourth time. Maybe it was the sixth time?
He was so good with Sally. Someday, some woman was going to make him into a really good father.
It occurred to her that she could be that woman. If things worked out between them during this year, she could be the woman that made him a father. In a way though, hadn’t she already made him a father over night? The thought was so shocking to her that she nearly burned her finger when she forgot to turn the custard.
Finally, after over an hour bedtime routine that Mia would have accomplished in fifteen minutes, Tom closed Sally’s bedroom door behind him.
“You escaped the clutches of the small child, congratulations!” Mia cheered.
“It was a long, well fought battle but with dedication, I did come out victorious.” Tom made his way toward her, “What are you making now?”
“It’s nothing.” Mia said, setting the torch down and looking intently down at the quickly hardening sugar topped custard. “Is she asleep?”
“Out like a light. She’s a lovely little girl.”
Mia laughed, “Give it a few weeks and you’ll probably be running for the hills.”
Tom protested and Mia conceded that Sally was indeed a good kid. She was the kind of kid that made people think they could have kids as she sent him to go sit down anywhere but where she was working.
While she watched melted sugar solidify, she also watched Tom as he lounged on the couch. His long legs stretched from one end to the other and he had a book in his hand. She couldn’t see what he was reading but she knew it was something she probably wouldn’t read.
She could see the top of the book, his long feet poking over the arm of the couch and the top of his head and little else. It was a view she liked though she couldn’t explain why. He looked like he belonged there, lounging on the admittedly too small couch.
She should have just sucked it up and got a better couch form somewhere that didn’t require her own assembly.
It was almost nine at night. This time a week ago she was just starting to get really drunk. Over the last two weeks, she had tried hard to remember what had happened but all she could come up with was the bar in the resort she worked out and sitting next to a handsome man who purchased her a drink. And then another.
It seemed pretty safe to assume that man was Tom, though. It had been a wild two weeks. She had fought, argued, gave in and everything in between. This had been two weeks that had changed her life in so many ways already and it was thanks to that man reading on her couch (their couch) alone.
Tapping a spoon against the disk of sugar atop the custards, she found them solid. Crème brûlée was the only really impressive thing Mia thought she could make. It was also something she had an almost total ban on ordering at a restaurant on principle alone. It was offensively easy to make but disturbingly bad for you.
The ceramic ramekins clanked onto the small dining table. Mia stared down at them for a moment and gathered every ounce of courage she could. Tom had again and again shown a good faith effort to build a relationship with her and she had not made it easy.
This last week she had fought him on almost every effort than got upset when he got busy and distant. She needed to make an effort too. He deserved her making an effort.
If she wanted this to have any chance of becoming something real, something more, then she needed to invest in it too.
“Okay.” Mia took one last deep breath. “You can look.”
Tom sat up quickly, tossing the book he had been reading on the couch and swinging his legs to the ground. He was up and eagerly making his way to the table as if he had really just been itching for the word.
“What have you been up to?” Tom was clearly excited.
Mia picked up one of the ramekins and held it out to Tom. “Happy two week anniversary.” After a pause, she started to panic. “I don’t know if you like these. Or if you can eat them. Or, whatever. I don’t know. It’s fine if you don’t-”
“You made creme brûlée for us?” Tom was shocked. “Out of what?”
“It’s not healthy, that’s all you need to know.”
Tom laughed that laugh that was oh so unique to him. “But you just had the stuff to make creme brûlée? Just sitting around casually?”
“Do you like-”
“Of course.” Tom took a seat at the table and tapped the spoon against the glass like disk of solid sugar.
“I wasn’t sure if you could have something like that.” Stop talking. She hated how words left her mouth before she had a chance to stop them. Awkward word vomit fueled by every insecurity she had ever had.
“What do you mean?” Tom cracked the sugar top with a solid whack of his spoon.
“I just-”
Tom scooped a spoonful of custard up, being sure to grab some of the shattered sugar before glancing up at her. He watched her intently as he ate the first bite. Vanilla exploded in his mouth, carried on a current of rich custard. Delicate sugar shards gave the custard texture and carried their own caramel taste along with a touch of bitterness.The center of the custard was just slightly warm still but mercifully, Mia saw that it was set.
“Something you watched or read got into your head. I can always eat dessert, even if I can’t. I would rather put in more work than not eat a sweet. And this is delicious darling. Happy two week anniversary.”
~~~~~<3 ~~~~~<3
Tom flipped her so that she was on her back and he hovered above her. Gripping the fabric of the dress, he carelessly yanked at it as he stood up, pulling it harshly down her body.
The dress caught on her hips though. Tom hadn’t ripped it far enough down for it to slip past her waist. Tom didn’t know if the dress was designed to go on from above or if the maze of fastenings simply extended far below where he had torn but he didn’t care.
Leaning down, he placed soft kisses between her breasts and down her stomach as he grabbed fistfuls of the dress again. With a great effort, he ripped the dress further down. As soon as he had the slack to do so, he pulled the dress down her body and threw it on the ground behind him.
Her panties were plain, simple and not what one would expect to find under a wedding dress. They hadn’t stopped long enough to worry about shopping for such things.
Standing over her, he started to work his buttons free after yanking his tie down until it was hanging loose, nearly undone. She was sprawled out before him, naked breasts on full display for his hungry eyes.
He enjoyed the view. There were little scars and marks on her body showing a life well lived. She had marks where her body and grown quickly at one point. Her belly curved and swelled ever so slightly, soft and inviting to the touch.
Growing impatient, she leaned up and eagerly assisted with the buttons on his shirt. The way her breasts moved with her body was mesmerizing, distracting to him. His fingers yearned to touch them instead of the buttons of his shirt. He all but ripped the shirt off as soon as it was sagging around his body, eager to feel her flesh against his.
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Book of Memories ~ Clavis, Jin, Sariel ~ Part 4 (final)
Collection story
As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this.
~~ flashback continues ~~
Breaking the silence with a sigh, Jin scratched his head as he averted his gaze.
Jin: Earlier, Clavis said something while we were in town.
Clavis: Huh?
Jin: You guys are used to being in court. But for me, it's still a bit uncomfortable.
...
Actually, to be honest, it's worse.
Sariel: So you snuck out of the castle to get away from everything?
Jin: If I told you that I wanted to go out into town, you would've given me the chance.
But I'd have guards escorting me. Not a chance to relax at all.
Gaining knowledge through studying and social gathering's a pain, but I don't hate it.
I get to eat delicious food without even trying, a comfortable bed, and comfortable clothes.
But...it's no good.
Jin's self-deprecating smile was so unlike his usual one.
Jin: I still haven't accepted my brothers properly and sometimes feel suffocated. But most of all...
I can't fucking stand it when I hear people badmouth my parents.
Clavis: Is that...really why you slip out of the castle?
Jin: Yeah...Sorry you two. You've always been watching over me yet this is how I pay you back.
Clavis: I don't think you did anything wrong. You got nothing to apologize for, Jin.
I've done some bad things to you.
Where and how you lived suddenly changed and you must've needed time to process it.
But I went to see you because I wanted to get to know you better as my brother.
Sorry...
Sariel: Adding to what Prince Clavis said, I knew my thoughts and feelings hadn't reached you yet, but I was afraid that if I meddled too much, it would drive you away. And I ended up taking advantage of your kindness.
Jin: Wait, just hold on a minute. You two have nothing to apologize for. You did nothing wrong.
It's my fault that I was faking it while you two were honest around me.
Like you said Sariel, I thought I could do things on my own and was reluctant to open up...Sorry.
Wait, if I apologize again we're going to have a bad time here. This is getting out of hand.
Sariel: We're all worrying too much and going in circles.
Jin smiled sheepishly at Sariel's words.
Jin: Heh, that's what I'm saying.
Sariel: Even if acting like this is appropriate for our age, it's a little unattractive.
However, it was good to hear Prince Jin's honest feelings.
Thank you for pouring your heart out to us.
Jin: I owe it to Clavis and what he told me in town.
Sariel: Then I suppose I have Prince Clavis to thank.
Thank you.
Clavis: It's not every day that I get thanks from Sariel so it's a bit awkward. But it's not bad to hear!
Sariel: That still does not mean you're allowed to sneak out of the castle.
In an instant, the tension came back.
The two naturally straightened up as Sariel spoke again.
Sariel: And that's not all. Prince Jin, you invited Prince Clavis and went out together.
And Prince Clavis followed out of curiosity.
The two of you aren't strong enough to properly protect yourselves yet. Therefore...
If you want to leave the castle, at least wait until you grow enough to defend yourselves.
Clavis and Jin: Huh...
Their eyes widened in surprise, not expecting what Sariel just said. They looked at each other and then to Sariel again.
Clavis: It's okay when we're adults?
Sariel: When you grow up enough to defend yourselves.
Jin: Isn't it out of character for you to say something like that?
Sariel: Unfortunately, unlike you two, I'm not a good kid.
Clavis and Jin: Definitely.
Sariel: Oh...?
Clavi and Jin: It's nothing.
Sariel: Fufu, very well then.
As if to end his lecture, Sariel clapped his hands.
Sariel: Now then, since you two have had some reflection, the next step is to treat your wounds.
To the infirmary you.
Clavis: But it's only a scrape so I don't think I need to go.
Sariel: Even the smallest of wounds can be fatal.
You're thinking the same as Prince Clavis, aren't you, Prince Jin?
Jin: You saw through me. This much was normal before I got here.
Sariel: I'm asking you not to think of it as normal from now on.
Jin: Got it...Our instructor's pretty strict.
Clavis: What's wrong, Jin? You got a weird look.
Jin: Ah...
Jin laughed as Clavis looked at him curiously.
He was feeling a bit embarrassed.
Jin: I was thinking about how embarrassing it was to be so honest with people around my age.
Sariel: And it's even worse when it's with someone who's strict.
Clavis: And a little brother.
Jin: You two are starting to play around with me without holding back.
Well...I guess that's what I get for being honest.
Jin smiles wryly at Clavis and Sariel.
~~ flashback end ~~
Jin: Ow...Ease up with the disinfectant, Clavis! You're digging it in.
Clavis: I'm offended. I'm just carefully disinfecting the wound.
Endure it okay, my eldest brother?
Clavis doesn't hold back with the disinfectant on Jin's wound and then bandages him up.
His dexterity's as good as a doctor's and the treatment's over in no time.
Jin: I would've liked it better if you were gentler.
Clavis: It's what you get for being reckless.
Punishment on behalf of Sariel.
Sariel: Oh, then I suppose I won't be able to dole out as many punishments as I planned for Prince Jin.
Clavis: I did a great job, didn't I, Jin?
Jin: Yeah. Sariel's punishments are nothing to laugh at.
Sariel: If you think so then I'd would like it if you weren't so reckless from the start.
Jin: You're pretty reckless too. A comrade.
Clavis: I mean, there isn't a brother who isn't reckless.
Jin: Oh, a good point. Were we influenced by our instructor?
Sariel: Aren't I the one influenced by you all?
Jin: Heh, maybe.
Thanks for patching me up, Clavis.
He gives Clavis a light pat on the shoulder and slips his coat on.
Jin narrows his eyes slightly at the bandages peeking through the sleeves.
Jin: It's nice...
Sariel: Getting treated?
Jin: That, but also knowing that there are people who know I'll be doing reckless things and wait for me to come home. Or someone who accepts the fact and patches me up with a smile.
I'm glad that you two were the first ones that I got to know after coming here.
Clavis and Jin: ...
The infirmary goes quiet.
The two back away and look at Jin skeptically.
Clavis: Is there something up with the medication? That's the most ridiculous side effect I've heard of.
Sariel: Or perhaps the inflammation's gotten to his brain.
Jin: It's been a while since I've been honest and this is how you react. I'm hurt.
Clavis: Sariel, console him.
Sariel: I have the right to make my own decisions.
Jin: Oh~ The harsh words keep coming.
But I know there's kindness toward me behind it.
Clavis and Jin: Yeah, sure.
Jin: Pfft. I get so relaxed around you two that I forget about the pain from my wounds.
The carefree smile returns.
It was the same smile he had shown the two of them from that day as a boy when he complained.
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The lyrics of 'Enchanted' by Taylor Swift had some influence when I wrote this, so shoutout to Tay-Tay
TW ⚠️ : mentions of blood, violence, and d***h. Nsfw for smut. Flashbacks are in italics
Enchanted pt.2
"Why did you fall in love with me?" She asked one day. You were by the coast, watching the sunset.
"It was a series of different things accumulating together but if you want a more specific answer, it would be because of how I felt when we first met."
"I was irked when you called me reckless." Jihyo pouted, making you laugh.
"I didn't mean it, your actions showed courage. I only said that because I was flustered at the sound of your voice." She raised an eyebrow at you.
"How come I'm only finding this out now?"
You shrugged.
"I was simply enchanted my darling.
It felt like my heart sighed when I first saw you. Almost like it was relieved that we met."
Her eyes were glazed with unshed tears. She felt the warmth of your words seep into her body and soul. She leaned and breathed you in, letting her eyes close in bliss.
"I love you so much."
The machines beeped in the background, your operation had its bumps along the way, you flat lined, due to blood loss.
But you made it.
"I thought angels are supposed to be bulletproof." She delicately held your hand, eyes red from crying.
"Usually, we are."
"Then why did y/n get injured?"
"Our father let her keep her wings, but she's not an angel anymore. You could say she's more like superhuman, her abilities are still enhanced, but nevertheless, she's human. Meaning-"
"She's mortal."
"Exactly."
"She could've died, yet she jumped in front of me." The lingering feeling of your blood on her hands made Jihyo nauseous.
"Y/n really gave up her status?"
"Yes. It's romantic isn't it? That a celestial being, without hesitation, would sacrifice their divinity to save the person they love." He looks at Jihyo "Because a world without them, is utterly unbearable."
He fixes the hospital blanket. "I used to find it baffling, but I think I
understand now."
It was overwhelming to Jihyo, she knows you love her, she just didn't realise the depth of it.
"It's not your fault."
"Sure feels like it is."
"You didn't shoot her, Jihyo. Regardless of what happens, she would take those bullets every time. Your safety means so much to her; to this day, y/n blames herself for what happened to you all those years ago. You heard what she said earlier right?"
"She was willing to let me go. Willing to have her heart broken, as long as I'm happy. But I can't be happy, knowing that she's in pain because of me."
"Yes, I think it's established that y/n would break herself if she thought it would benefit you. On her phone, you're saved as naui cheonsa. "
"My angel."
"Right. So while you think you've caused her distress, the last thing she would do is hold it against you. To y/n, you're her reason to keep living."
He smiled and stood up.
"I better get going. She'll be awake soon, you two have a lot to talk about. I'll be back in a few days."
"Thank you Lucifer. Really.
~x~
Jihyo was texting the members, when you woke up.
"Hey." You managed to croak out. With speed that would put the Flash to shame, she took you into her arms; resting her head against your shoulder.
"You stayed."
"Of course I stayed." She tightened her grip. "How could I leave you, after all that happened? Does it hurt?"
"Not when I'm with you."
A slap to the shoulder she leaned against just seconds ago.
"Idiot."
"Wha- hey!"
"Don't try to sweet talk me. Why did you have to do that? You nearly died."
"I couldn't let you get hurt. Not again."
"So what then huh?!" Her voice wavered. "You'll condemn me to the same fate? To suffer the loss of the one I love?"
Jihyo loves me?
Your thumb caressed her cheek, wiping the tears away.
"I'm here. I'm okay." She fell into your arms, sobbing.
"I was terrified. How on earth did you cope with carrying that grief for decades?"
"It was difficult, but for you? I would've waited an eternity."
She smiled, and to you, she would always be the most beautiful human you have ever seen.
"Y/n I love you."
"I love you so much. I have loved you for nearly my entire existence."
Your nose brushed against hers, as you stole a glance at her lips.
"May I?"
"Please."
Being wounded and in a hospital room isn't where you imagined sharing your (second) first kiss with the woman you love, but honestly? As long as you were with Jihyo, you wouldn't change a thing.
~x~
After waiting three months, the man who had shot you was incarcerated.
"We can finally put it behind us." You made a noise of agreement, as she snuggled into your arms.
"With how furious Lucifer was, I'm surprised he didn't-"
"Kill him? In his mind that would've been almost merciful. In due time he will be punished."
"Have you ever...?"
"Once."
"Who?"
"The bastard who took you away from me. It seemed fitting that I use the same knife he used on you. I never regretted it."
Momentary silence.
"Are you afraid of me now?"
"Never, but how did your family take it?"
"He's dead, y/n."
You slumped, defeated.
"It's not fair." You wept. "It should've been me, not her."
"Y/n."
"What do you want Amenadiel?" Amenadiel, the eldest among your brothers.
"Father has requested your presence. Lucifer can stay and dispose of the body."
You were silent on the journey back. Despite the nerves, you stood firm in the face of your father.
"What on earth have you done?"
"I only delivered justice-"
"It is not your place to declare yourself as humanity's judge! I never should have permitted you to go to earth. That mortal has been nothing but a distraction and a bad influence. She has clouded your mind."
"That mortal has brought me nothing but happiness. You will not disrespect her."
The contact echoed as he slapped you. It didn't phase you, you have been numb ever since that night.
"Do not talk back to me."
"Father. She didn't deserve this, please bring her back."
"You have some nerve asking me that. This is an outlandish request, even for you y/n. You are not the first or last person to lose someone. I cannot outright bend the rules for you, regardless of the fact you are my child."
Your hands clenched, tears flowing while you dropped to your knees, head bowed.
"Then I beg of you, turn me human."
"What?"
"Turn me human. Everything is meaningless without her."
"You would give up your birthright for her?"
"Yes." You answered a little too quickly for your father's liking.
He stormed off, muttering obscenities before ranting to your mother.
"At least show some empathy to our daughter. She has just lost her first
love. You remember what it's like to fall in love? We're lucky, because the fragility of life doesn't apply to us.
He returned after talking to his wife, but the sight of you still kneeling was unexpected.
He mimicked you.
"This human, she means that much to you?" He asked gently. You nodded tiredly.
"Father, I love her. I do not wish to live in a world where she doesn't exist."
He had never heard you sound so broken. Even if he had high expectations, you were still his firstborn. What kind of parent wants to see their child in pain?
He sighed and conceded, placing a hand on your shoulder.
"Okay."
She sniffed through the retelling of the memory.
"You always end up crying whenever I tell you of our past." You teased.
"Well, sometimes, when you're
feeling so much love inside, it can spill out."
You nearly fell asleep, when her voice cut through.
"Do you miss the past?"
"Now and again. We first met and fell in love in a different era. Things back then were a lot less complicated, but had I stayed hung up on the past, then we wouldn't have met today."
She looked down, nervously playing with the hem of your shirt.
"What's wrong?" She hesitated. "Please my love, tell me what troubles you."
"Sometimes I worry that I'm too different to the Jihyo you knew back then. That I'm not enough."
You just wanted to kiss all her fears away. You tilted her chin up so that you can look at her directly.
"In each lifetime we live through, I will choose and wholeheartedly love every version of you."
She captured your lips, moving so she was partially lying on top of you and you let yourselves get lost in the moment. Jihyo pulled away when she needed air.
"Can I see them?"
"See what?"
"Your wings." That took you by surprise. "You don't have to." She backtracked.
You shifted to sit at the end of the bed, leaving her by the pillows.
"You might want to keep a bit of distance." With your back turned to her, you pulled your shirt off, and removed your bra. Poor Jihyo went red at the sight of your bare skin.
Your white wings slowly spread out, leaving her in awe.
She crawled to you, her fingers outstretched, but unmoving.
"It's alright, you can touch them."
She didn't expect your wings to feel warm, as she traced every pristine inch of the soft feathers. What she didn't realise, was that you were on the verge of trembling. In the past, Jihyo was the only one to have touched your wings. It had been so long, you had forgotten how sensitive they were; and to be touched like that by the only woman you have loved, it awoke dormant feelings.
Your breaking point was when you felt her lips against your recently attained scar. Her lips trailed kisses up your back before settling on the sliver of skin in between where your wings attached to your body.
Your pupils had dilated, leaving your eyes looking almost all black, when you turned to her.
"Come here." Your voiced dropped an octave, making her shiver.
You kissed her, hard. You moaned as you felt her tongue run along your lower lip, seeking entrance.
Without breaking apart, she laid down, pulling you on top. You moved your mouth to her jaw and neck.
"No marks."
In a haste, her top and bra were also thrown away. You worshipped her body with your hands and lips. Every noise she made, was music to your ears.
You removed the rest of her clothes, leaving her completely bare to you. She nodded when you silently asked if you could continue.
Settling between her legs, you dipped your head low, tongue against her core. Jihyo moaned and threw her head back at the sensation, her legs instinctively widened. Your nose pressed against her clit as you pushed your tongue inside.
Her fingers gripped your hair, keeping your head still as she rocked her body into you.
Her walls tightened, but you pulled out before she could climax, your mouth glistening with her arousal. Before she could whine, you changed positions. You sat upright, with Jihyo straddling your lap.
Two of your fingers found their place in her tight heat. She moved up and down, her nails would dig into your shoulders each time you curled your fingers.
"Don't stop."
Since she was close before, it didn't take long for her to climax. You gasped at the sudden rush of liquid coating your fingers and thigh.
She slumped into your arms, panting in the crook of your neck.
The next kiss between you was soft. You would never get tired of looking into the infinite pools of her eyes.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
A yawn escaped.
"Sleepy already y/n?"
"Forgive me my love. I'm not as energetic as I was before."
"Then I guess we have to work on your stamina hm?"
"Where are you going?" You pouted as she wriggled out of your grasp.
"Shower."
The sound of water was calming enough to send you to the edge of sleep until she cleared her throat. You cracked an eye open, to see her peer out of the bathroom.
"Care to join me?"
Oh well, sleep was overrated anyway.
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Rulers of The Multiverse - Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Chapter Nine
Summary: Strange’s faulty spell will cause a series of unexpected events, from your reunion with the love of your life in another world to the appearance of a child capable of traveling across the multiverse. This story follows the journey of a very tired Guardian alongside mischievous America Chavez and Scarlet Witch.
Warnings: (+18) explicit language and sexual content, violence, a lot of magic, found family, mentions of abusive past and trauma, mind control, use of illicit substances, mostly top!reader, soulmates analogies. CW: sexual mentions, angst || Words: 8.082k
A/N-> Hey dears, I'm going to make the uploads daily because my vacation is running out and I want to post this entirely before I go back to work. Attention to the angst of this chapter, I think things will improve from here. Italic texts are memories/flashbacks.
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Chapter Nine - A Shattered Home
Wanda should be asleep, but since what happened earlier, she has become even more worried.
Your magic had muffled Chthon's voices, but as she tried to fall asleep, the first thing she dreamed of was your death. So she woke up in a jump and did her best to leave the cube quietly.
You should see a doctor the next day, and depending on what was said about your condition, find a solution as soon as possible. Wanda saw your sleeping figure on the top bed and felt her chest tighten, imagining the feeling of losing you too.
She pushed those thoughts away, and left the room, finding a train station that, although less busy, seemed as awake as day.
A lady passed by with a candy cart and offered her some food, and after not being able to eat anything all day, she accepted some sweet cookies and made her way to one of the edges, from where she could watch the trains coming and going from the station below.
About fifteen minutes later, you came out of the cube wearing a jacket and approached her.
"Hey, sweetheart." You greeted her, and Wanda - who could feel your presence even when she was on another continent, snuggled closer to your body as soon as you stopped next to her - turned her head and smiled in greeting, before turning her attention back to the trains. "How are you feeling?"
Wanda raised an eyebrow at you with a certain irony.
"I should ask you that question." She retorts, slipping her arm around your waist, and causing you to laugh softly. But it takes a moment for you to respond, your giggle turning into a long sigh.
"I feel kind of queasy."
Wanda swallows dryly. "Do you want to go back to sleep?"
"Nah, I have a promise to keep." You retort without hesitation.
"Y/N, we don't have to..."
"I want to." You interrupt her, rubbing your nose against hers affectionately and making her smile. "I wanna be honest with you."
Wanda nods, hugging you for a moment before pulling away, tugging you by the hand toward the small terrace she saw earlier on the way to the Cube.
You both sit on the grass - everything was so clean and cared for in that world that it surprised you sometimes - and sigh softly at the same time.
"I think we're in for a long night, so what do you say we let our astral projections do the work, while we look up at this beautiful starry sky?" You suggest, intertwining one of Wanda's hands with yours in your lap. She smiles, reaching up to give you a kiss on the cheek before snuggling in closer.
"That's a great idea." She whispers, looking up at the same moment as you.
So far, Wanda had seen a few dozen memories of your childhood during the few days you were staying at Carol Danvers' inn.
She found that eventually, Agamotto grew into you and convinced you to turn your anger into willpower, or whatever lesson he tried to teach you and you pretended to learn.
Wanda saw memories of your training - increasingly difficult and demanding - and of you finding out that your parents were living in the United States through a letter.
"I think you should go see them." One of your colleagues, when you must have been about 14 or 15, had commented during a training session. He was one of the other sorcerers who received Oshtur's blessing and was being trained as a Knight of the Order just like you.
Your younger version giggled as you defended yourself from the blow with a much more skillful move than when you were a child.
"If they hadn't sent us away, my brother would still be here." That's what you said before you attacked again. Your friend sighed wearily, trying to defend himself, but you were much faster and knocked him down without difficulty. Before you landed the last blow, another stick came in front of you and stopped the fight.
"Cheaters offend the honor of Oshtur" Declared the master, hitting you in the left leg and knocking you to your knees on the ground. He struck his staff again, and yours flew away, glowing runes becoming visible and then fading.
You grimaced. "What's the point of us having ways to be stronger and not being allowed to use it, Master Mordo?"
Mordo shook his head in disapproval. "You understand nothing about the morals of a Knight of the Order, foolish child."
Getting up, you ignored Mordo to help your friend to his feet, and the other boy seemed to be a bit taken aback by the interaction. "I just understand that even the gods will cheat, and foolish is not being prepared for it." That's what you mutter between teeth, before receiving a warning blow accompanied by the punishment command.
Mordo steps out in front, and your colleague pats you on the shoulder.
"He's just upset because you defeated his apprentice." He comments making you laugh.
Training memories were always like this, you doing something you shouldn't, from disobeying to using forbidden runes, and continuing to be the best fighter even while fighting honestly.
So far, Wanda's favorite memory was of the day you met her variant.
You were typically running away from training with Mordo, and sitting on a lower, more isolated balcony of the Kamar Taj, your legs swinging from the opening as you looked down toward a noisy camp.
"Watching the Romani again, Y/N?" Agamotto's voice made you stand up in fright, wiping some dust from your pants.
"Sorry, Master." You mumbled - and for the first time in many memories, you sounded embarrassed - with your head down. Agamotto gave a chuckle, the golden cape standing out in that late afternoon.
"You must have seen something interesting to skip your training for the third time this week alone." Says the master in a suggestive tone, and despite the soft pink appearing on your cheeks, you clear your throat.
"I just like the dances, Master." You mutter. "And they seem to have fun."
"Hmm, I imagine they do." Says the man approaching to take the seat you were previously sitting in. He does not lower himself but rests his hands on the edge to look down as well. He waits for you to join his side to speak again. "They must leave soon, their people never stay long in one place." He says, and you don't notice his curious eyes studying your reaction because you are becoming slightly crestfallen. "This may be your last chance to talk to the girl."
You raise your face in shock, your cheeks very red. "W-what? What girl, I don't-"
"You saw her this afternoon, didn't you? When you went to deliver the week's donations. I noticed your distraction all day."
You gave up denial, nodding and looking down, a group of colorful clothes dancing in circles, several candles lit all around while the others clapped their hands.
"At least ask her name, before you go to America." Your master says, offering you an encouraging smile.
You waited for Agamotto to enter the temple, and took a deep breath before sliding over the edge and climbing down until you reached the ground, jumping on the ground half panting.
A boy was running that way and was startled when you suddenly jumped up out of the dirt, and you widened your eyes because he practically teleported behind a rock, and you wouldn't have noticed his presence if you weren't a sorceress.
"Hey, sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." You tried clumsily, being able to hear his loud breathing even though he remained hidden. "I, um, don't mind if you're a mutant..."
"Pietro!" Someone called out from a distance, attracting your attention, and of course, your luck wasn't so good, because it had to be just the girl you were looking for.
The Pietro of your universe had bleached hair from childhood, and as soon as he ran close to the twin, you saw the silver flash hide behind the enraged little girl.
"Hey, are you harassing my brother?" She questioned angrily, and you quickly denied it, your face very red.
"N-no, I scared him but it was an accident-"
"Come, Pietro, let's go back to camp." She cut you off impatiently, and you exclaimed in desperation, taking a step forward when she turned around.
"No, wait! I just wanted to know your name."
The girl makes a suspicious face at you. "And why is that?"
But your cheeks flushed more, and you didn't answer. She let out an impatient sigh and turned around, and you let her go.
Wanda - the adult version - raised an eyebrow at you, a short smile on her lips.
"Did you get tongue-tied by seeing me?" She teased softly, and you let out a loud, embarrassed grumble.
"I was 15 and it was the most beautiful girl in the world, leave me alone." You retorted making her laugh softly.
"Don't worry, I thought it was cute." She says before focusing on the next memory.
Wanda watched the tense and confrontational meeting with parents who had no regrets about sending their mutant son away - though they still had guilt and grief over the loss, and your decision to try to be a family again in spite of everything.
Agamotto didn't like the idea of putting the Knight's training on the back burner, but he understood your connection to your family. But when the Avengers recruitment happened, and you reunited with Wanda, no one was happy with your complete lack of interest in returning.
There were many flashbacks of memories that ranged from the low prioritization of your lessons to you not showing up at all and Agamotto visiting the Tower as a last resort. Your first discussion with the master took place and you confessed to him that you had no desire to become a knight, and all the master answered in return was that he didn't recognize you anymore.
Your Wanda found you on the roof.
"That sounded pretty bad." She commented announcing her own arrival, and you quickly wiped away the tears. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"I don't have much to say." You say with a weak smile, and once she is close enough, you slip your arms around her shoulders. "Between going to a temple full of old men telling me what to do or think and stay with the most special girl in the whole world , the choice is pretty obvious no?"
Although Wanda blushes at your compliment, she frowns slightly. "But Y/N, if it is your destiny..."
"My destiny is you, Wanda Maximoff." You whisper leaning your forehead against hers. "You will always be my priority." You assured before bringing your mouths together.
Despite these sweet moments and the vows you made to her, Wanda watched the memories of arguments and conflicts increase over the years. There was a very deep complicity and devotion between you two, but there was also a lot of guilt and emotional dependence.
When you began to fail a lot on missions, both because of your ruthless nature and the fact that you were a different kind of sorcerer and had simply abandoned your training, your Wanda insisted that you return to the Kamar Taj.
"I don't understand why you are bringing up this subject again!" You complained impatiently as you walked out of the shower room with a towel around your body. You were in the bedroom of the apartment you shared with Wanda, and the girl was sitting on the bed with a very annoyed expression.
"Y/N, you blew Bucky's metal arm off-"
"It was an accident!" You interrupted in the same tone, throwing the towel on the bed to put on your underwear. "He's fine and no one was hurt."
"You're losing control of your magic!" She insists impatiently, moving to hold your shoulders because you refuse to look at her, and despite the grimace, you don't reject her touch. "Please listen to me, okay? I'm getting worried about you. How long has it been since you've slept properly? You can barely watch a soccer game without destroying the TV, you can't drive anymore because you get too nervous, and you've burned our car six times and-"
"Wanda, I'm not going back to that place, I don't want that life anymore."
"What life?" She questions pleadingly. "We are already superheroes! I'm just asking you to look for help to stop hurting others and-"
"Hurt others?" You cut her off, pulling away from her touch. "Oh, good Wanda, I get it. All I do is cause you trouble so you're sending me away to make me someone else's responsibility."
"I never said that." Wanda retorts indignantly, but you ignore her to finish putting on your clothes. "Y/N."
You only look at her when you already have your shoes in hand. "Don't wait up for me."
Wanda's eyes well up with tears, but for the most part, she is just as stubborn and proud as you are, so she watches you leave and slam the door.
"My god, you two were impossible." The redheaded Wanda commented beside you, managing a soft chuckle.
"You mean you."
She rolled her eyes with amusement. "I think I would have tied you to the bed until you quit being stubborn."
"Hmm, kinky." You mutter and she laughs throwing her head back and slapping you on the shoulder.
"Shut up."
A very drunk Jean Grey that you invited over for beers put a little reason in your head by saying that you couldn't screw things up with someone who was only concerned for your safety and whom you loved dearly, so you came home at three in the morning, determined to apologize and found the place empty.
"I left you?" Wanda asked in shock as she watched the memory of you sitting on the floor of the empty apartment, and you sighed softly.
"Yep, but I kind of deserved it." You retorted shrugging your shoulders. "Besides, you left a letter. You said that as long as I wasn't healthy, we couldn't happen. It wouldn't be fair to you, or her, to watch it. So I went back to the Kamar Taj."
With that, new flashes of memory began. Wanda was happy to watch your relationship come together as you got better and went back to training, even harder than before.
"Oww, you proposed to me at the place we first met." Wanda commented excitedly as she saw the memory, and you laughed awkwardly, looking away from the memory to the girl next to you.
"Yeah, it was nice, right?" You ask, looking away for the small picnic behind Kamar Taj.
"It was beautiful." She says.
But things went off the rails when Thanos came to earth. You, now a Knight of the Order, received the emergency call to the Kamar Taj, and memories of the day of the Temple invasion flew high around you two.
Wanda watched as some of the members of the Black Order went about taking down the Knights one by one, and you destroyed Cull Obsidian before he could kill Agamotto for the stone in his neck.
"Master, is everything all right?" You asked breathlessly, with several bruises on your face, but pure concern as you rushed to help the standing man. Despite his thanks, Agamotto offered you a sad smile.
"Child, it is today that I say goodbye to you."
"W-what? No, master, we can still win-"
"Some things have already been written, Y/N." He says, and you shake your head in denial.
"Enough of this talk, Master." You retort to him would be. "Come on, shields up."
But your determination didn't do much good when the enraged Proxima Midnight found her brother's body and chased you around the temple.
You fought very well, but all it took was the mention of the Black Order's intention to reach the Avengers, and you hesitated for the time she needed to dig the weapon into your belly.
Wanda - the older version - covered her mouth in shock as she watched the scene even though she knew you were safe next to her, but maybe it was because the shot was so familiar.
When you fell, Agamatto released the stone from the necklace around his neck, and shouted to the Sorcerers to retreat, all conjuring a shield around you both.
Mordo yelled as he saw the master begin to draw runes at high speed around you, and move to place the stone on the one he drew above your wound.
"Master, she is not worthy!" Tried the man but Agamotto let out an annoyed grunt.
"Silence Mordo!" You shouted back, and more softly and as he set the stone down on your stomach, he said, "Any knight who fights honorably is worthy."
You cried out in pain as the stone pierced your wound, but your whole body vibrated afterward, a strong golden light taking over all the runes and then your eyes.
Agamotto kissed your forehead, and stood up, taking front in the row of Wizards who were almost losing strength in their shield spells as Black Order attacked the barrier.
"No matter the cost, do not interrupt the forge." He warns and raises his hands to join the barrier.
Wanda doesn't have to watch to know that Agamatto died that day, and when the memory switches between flashes from your consciousness during the fight, to his fall the moment you awoke, and of how you destroyed half the temple in a fit of rage with your new powers, Wanda doesn't interrupt you.
The next memory you show Wanda is of Agamotto's memorial, and it always breaks her heart to see you dressed completely in black.
Mordo approaches you at the edge of a Kamar Taj that has been partially rebuilt.
"My condolences, Master L/N." He says with a small reverence, and as you swallow dryly with eyes full of tears that you don't take away from the landscape, you reply:
"My condolences, Master Mordo." You repeat and sigh softly before saying. "No need to reel me in, you can say what you want to ask."
Mordo lets out a weak laugh. "It's nothing that can't wait for your mourning period."
"Well, send a letter to the Avengers Tower then." You say, and he frowns in surprise.
"Forgive me, but do you intend to return to New York?
It is your turn to frown in confusion.
"I live in New York, Mordo. My wedding is still scheduled." You retort with a confused laugh. "The invasion has been contained, life goes on in the world."
Mordo shakes his head in disbelief. "You were forged as a Guardian of the Order, Y/N. You must take the ancient oaths! You can't just walk away from your responsibilities!"
You let out an incredulous laugh. "Guardian of what, Mordo? Because all the knights, my friends, are dead. Thre’s no Order of Knights anymore. My Master is dead. I am guardian of nothing." You retort with emotion in your voice, thick tears in your eyes. "My only priority is my bride, she is the one I must protect now."
You wipe your face quickly and sniffle before turning to leave. Mordo tries, "They'll be back, Y/N. And when that happens, you will wish you had Oshtur's protection at your side."
"How many more oaths will we have to take before we realize that the gods don't give a damn about us?" You retort without waiting for an answer.
The memory shivered, and Wanda saw your adult version embrace yourself, and already knew what was coming.
The wedding was beautiful, but the fight that came after, not at all.
"I was thinking of buying a red truck." Wanda whispered under the small forge of blankets you made in the almost completely empty apartment - the boxes being slowly made for the move to the new house - and you, who were staring at the blanket, raised your eyes to her.
"I'm sorry I smashed up your car." You muttered, and she gives a small giggle.
"That's okay sweetheart, it was a tough meeting."
"But throwing Iron Man against your car didn't help the situation." You retort, and Wanda laughs again more softly, raising one of her hands to draw lines on your face.
"It's okay, he shouldn't have said what he said."
You settle better on the pillow. "What if he is right?" Your question made Wanda hesitate, and look into your eyes with a frown. You swallowed dryly but did not look away. "I've lost a lot of people already, Wanda. And I don't want to get into another fight to lose more."
"Baby..."
"You'll say it's our job."
Wanda sighs, nodding. "We can't turn our backs on our friends."
You give her a sad smile, but nod in agreement. "Can we pretend we're not superheroes tonight?"
Wanda gives a surprised smile, but comes closer, and closes her eyes along with you. "Alright. If we weren't superheroes, what would we be doing?"
"Finishing packing up the move to our new house instead of sorting out weapons for a fight." You reply and she sighs softly but does not contradict.
"If I wasn't a superhero, I'd be thinking about having a family with you."
The sentence makes you open your eyes, your cheeks half pink. "Wait, really?"
Wanda laughs embarrassedly, looking at you as well. "Of course, idiot. It's your turn."
You laugh contentedly, your eyes sparkling. "If I wasn't a superhero, I'd be thinking about having a family with you too," You whisper. "Also, I would be calculating all the logical options to make that happen." You joke in a mechanical voice getting a loud laugh from Wanda.
"Okay, Mind Stone, and what conclusion did you come to?"
"Of all the possibilities from adoption to insemination, I think the most logical one is for us to make magical babies." You whisper in a tone of false seriousness that makes Wanda burst out laughing.
"Well, maybe we should start on that." She says suggestively, and you laugh softly before breaking the distance.
Thanos was infinitely worse in your universe. It made sense that there were so many more heroes because if not, everything would have turned to ash in the first second.
She watched the fights go by at high speed, and when she had to watch you in tears holding her body, she interrupted.
"You don't have to show me that one." She whispered, and you sniffled slightly, forcing a smile.
"It's okay, it's not like it gets much better after that." You try to joke, but Wanda hugs you sideways, and the memories come flooding back.
The memorials are so frequent over the next few weeks that you don't even get to not wear black. And even the time you're sitting on an empty lot - the property she saw you buy during your engagement, intending to have a bigger place in a quiet neighborhood where you could build a family, imagining that when your knighthood training is over and you get married, that would happen - Wanda was finding it hard to keep the tears in her eyes.
You had a half-empty bottle of whiskey in your hands and a half-crumpled certificate of ownership in your lap, the words 'to grow happy and old in' scribbled in blurred pen on the end.
Unlike her Hex's creation, there was no explosion. You continued drinking with tears in your eyes as the earth around you began to vibrate.
"You're not feeling it?" Wanda asked confused as she watched the memory, and your older version denied it with her head, nodding forward.
"Look closer." You said, and Wanda didn't understand at first, but once she concentrated, she could see the magic you were expelling from your heart.
Golden strands jumped at high speed, both towards the ground and the sky, and unraveled in thousands from various directions, until everything around you began to shudder, and yet, no one noticed. Slowly, your house formed around you, and you were no longer sitting on the floor, but on a couch, and the drink in your hand was a soda. You blinked confusedly as if waking up from a nap and stretched.
"Honey, lunch is ready!" A voice warned from the kitchen, and you let out a short laugh.
"Is that a threat?" You shouted back, receiving a short laugh in return.
Westview's creation was so familiar that Wanda only let the tears flow. You slipped an arm around her.
The memories of happy days floated at high speed in your eyes, many that made you let out affectionate smiles. Others that made you blush hard, like the one of Wanda’s variant riding your strap.
"Wow, that's an interesting one." Redheaded Wanda teased as soon as the memory focused in front of you two: the loud moans and the image of large breasts covered only by curly hair became clear.
You let out an embarrassed grunt, but when you tried to change the memory, it only ended with one of you on your knees to brunette Wanda in the kitchen.
The redhead next to you chuckled loudly at your clumsy, and you grumbled again, failing again to switch to a memory of you fucking your wife from behind.
"I suppose that's you trying to make a family." The witch teased, and you finally managed to focus on the memory of a pregnant Wanda on the couch.
“Very funny.” You mutter embarrassed.
The playful mood from before completely faded as soon as the little twins were home, a sigh escaping your lips at the image of the babies again.
"What if I forget who's who?" you ask Wanda sitting next to you, and despite pinching you in the ribs, she laughs softly.
"You just need to remember that Annie doesn't have her ears pierced, darling." Wanda comments, settling the baby she is holding for you to look at. You let out a short laugh.
"Oh, yes, I forgot that she turned yellow. Only little Hallie behaved herself at the ear-piercing time, didn't she, my little love?" You say in a childish voice, making the baby on your lap giggle, and your wife smiles affectionately at you.
"You are such a dork"
"Yes, but I am your dork."
"Yeah, you are."
The memory shuddered because you interrupted it. Wanda looked at you curiously, but seeing your serious face, she didn't question.
You no longer focused on your life in Westview - Wanda only saw in high speed the girls growing up, you and her variant in normal jobs, and a quiet suburban life for long minutes as the years passed - until you focused on a memory in your backyard.
You were fixing a colorful bicycle, and you raised your eyes from the task, assuming a confused expression upon seeing the sorcerer there.
"Greetings, Y/N." He greeted politely, and you wiped some of the gravel on your clothes before greeting him.
"Mordo, good to see." You said gently. "To what do I owe the visit?"
He gave a short laugh, half surprised. "Well, I suppose you don't have a television." He joked but you only offered him a confused expression. "Y/N, the world is kind of chaotic. I've come to extend a work invitation."
You give a humorless laugh, crossing your arms. "Look, Mordo, I appreciate the visit, but if you came just for that, I must say you've wasted your time. Wanda and I are retired."
He blinked in confusion. "Wanda?"
"Yeah, she went to take the girls to school, actually. Like I said if there's anything else..."
"No, don't worry." He cuts off half hesitantly but forces a smile. "I already know what I needed to know. It was good to see you again, Y/N. Sorry for wasting your time."
Memories become more unstable after that, shattered.
"What's going on?" Wanda asks worriedly, and you swallow dryly before answering:
"When Charles Xavier, a telepath from my universe, intervened to try to get me out of the fantasy, my magic fought back. My memories began to fragment as the fantasy broke down, and it wasn't until he involved my Wanda that I finally accepted what had happened."
The surroundings became your home again, an image of you coming home from work to a flooded floor made you frown in concern.
"Darling?" You called out, leaving your briefcase on the desk and running upstairs. "Girls?"
But the house was empty, and you couldn't find the source of the water upstairs, so you run downstairs after searching through everything.
And when you stepped downstairs, the day had changed. Your daughters were on the couch watching television, and the floor was dry. You gulped immediately, but when your wife called you from the kitchen, you went over in hesitant steps.
"Wanda, a strange thing has just happened..." You started but fell silent when you found Wanda staring at the faucet leaking water on the floor, and beginning to wet the kitchen. "Wanda?" You called out worriedly, moving one hand to turn off the faucet, and using the other to turn it towards you. You let out an exclamation as you felt the temperature of her skin. "Wanda, you're freezing. Why are you barefoot? Hell, come on you need to warm up."
You grew more nervous when the day changed again, an expression of confusion and fear taking over your face, which only got more agonizing when you couldn't find your daughters on the couch, and the decorations in the house had changed again.
Still, you moved Wanda in front of the fireplace, kneeling beside her and pulling a blanket from the couch to place on her shoulders.
"Here darling, it will get better." You murmured hurriedly, moving your arms down and up against hers to try to warm her. "Wanda, what's going on, where are the girls?"
Wanda blinked confusedly at you. "What girls?"
"Our daughters, Wanda." You told her with concern in your voice, caressing her cheek. "Annie and Hallie, darling. They were in the living room and-"
"We don't have daughters, Y/N." Wanda interrupted with a mixed expression of confusion and disbelief, pulling away from your touch a little to look around. "Where am I?"
"Our home, Wanda. What...what's wrong? Did you hit your head or something?"
Wanda shook her head in denial, pushing your hand away.
"No, that doesn't make sense." She said with emotion in her voice, beginning to despair. "We were fighting, Thanos tried to steal your stone and-"
"Honey, that was five years ago. We won! We won and I was able to save you and-"
"No, Y/N." Wanda cuts in standing up, her voice loud and frightened, and you do the same, looking at her with hesitation. "I saved you. Y/N can't you remember?"
"Wanda, what..." She began to cry, hugging her own body, and you shushed to hug her on instinct, but Wanda pushed you hard. "Honey, please, you're scaring me."
"I'm dead, Y/N!" She shouted and you took a step back in shock and confusion, thick tears in your eyes as you shook your head. "Can't you see it? Can't you feel it? I'm dead!"
"No, no, stop saying that..."
The house began to shake, and Wanda stopped crying as she buried her hands in her face for a moment. You would have raised your hand to reach her if two children hadn't run from the kitchen to your legs.
"Hey, darlings, I'm talking to Mama now, go to your room, okay?" You try, but the little girls only squeeze harder. Wanda looks at you with puffy eyes.
"What is this, Y/N?"
"Honey, don't scare the girls." You ask in a shaky voice, but Wanda gives a tearful laugh, shaking her head in disbelief.
"Don't you realize that you can't even feel them?"
You frown in confusion but look down. And you choke as you realize that although greenish eyes look at you fondly, and two pairs of arms are clasped around your legs, there is no touch. You stumble away, and your daughters disappear.
"W-what..."
Wanda ignores your shock to look around, her eyes and hands turning scarlet.
"What's all this, Y/N?" She asks with a bitterness in her voice that makes you shudder. "These pictures on the wall, these fake memories-"
"Don't say that."
The house begins to crumble as Wanda uses her magic and you raise your hand in the air, asking her to stop, but you don't fight the destruction.
When only an empty lot can be seen, Wanda stops and gestures in the air for you to see the number of golden threads coming out of that lot and from you in all directions.
You let out an exclamation, touching your own chest, but it continues to expel.
"What the hell?" You gasp and shudder as you find your red irises filled with tears.
"You need to let me go, honey." Wanda says much more gently now, raising a hand to your face. "It's painful to be here."
"I don't.... what..."
"It's time, Y/N." She whispers. "This life is not real, my love. You can't destroy this world for a corpse."
You grabbed her arms, and though you shuddered at the temperature, your expression was hard. "Don't say that! Y-you're not dead!"
Wanda offers you a tearful smile, tracing lines on your face as she used to do. "I will love you in all my lives, but this one is over. You deserve more than a dream."
You sobbed, shaking your head. "No, Wanda, please, I just want to be with you."
She gasps softly, thick tears that match your own slipping down her face. "Darling, feel what you are doing to this world by keeping me here. You need to let me go."
It took a moment, but you did as she asked. Your eyes turned golden, and you took your eyes from her to your surroundings, being able to observe the cracks of instability the magic was causing in your reality, and being able to feel the agony of those you subjugated. You let go of Wanda, falling to your knees in a sob. She sighs deeply, and lowers herself to the same height, her hands going to your face.
"You need to do just one last thing, my dear." She whispers caressing your cheek. "You need to guide my forge."
You blink in confusion. "W-what?"
"Y/N, I don't have the power to tidy up your mess." She says as gently as she can. "And you can't fix order with more order. Only I can set them free."
You swallow dryly, blinking in confusion, "B-but I don't know how to do that."
"Don't worry, my dear, I will guide you."
Wanda helps you to stand, and when you do, passes your arms around her. "It will be like our wedding dance. Close your eyes."
But you only took a little more than two steps to the side, before Wanda - who was humming a song in Romani that you didn't know and had a hand on your back - opened her eyes glowing in scarlet. You let out a gasping sigh as you felt a strong burning in your back, and shuddered against her.
"It hurts Wanda." You whispered, but she didn't loosen her grip, and you could feel your shirt getting wet.
"I know, baby, I can feel it." She says back. "I'm so sorry."
She mutters words in a language you don't know, and the next moment, you grunt in pain and lose the strength in your body, falling to your knees in the grass.
"It's done." Wanda spoke, but it was not to you, but rather to someone else coming at the entrance of the house.
You, half out of breath, look at Professor Xavier approaching with Mordo and immediately go on the defensive.
You attack the Sorcerer first, throwing him meters away without difficulty, but Wanda forces your face back into hers as you go to attack Charles.
"Enough, Y/N, no more fighting. No more lies." She says, and you sob softly. "They are here to help us."
"They took you from me."
"No, Y/N, I died a long time ago, you know that." Wanda says low and touches your face. "It's time to kill this fantasy too."
But you only sob, and even as Wanda begins to use chaos magic to balance your universe again, you only hug your knees.
She comes back to you at what seems like an eternity later and touches your hands until you look at her again.
"Just one more piece." She says softly, bringing her hand to the height of your chest. The other goes to your cheek, and she offers you a sweet smile. "I love you so much, my dear. I would have loved this life."
You sniffle, and when you speak, it comes out breathless both from crying and from Wanda's magic neutralizing the order in your chest. "You would never have let me pierce a baby's ear."
Wanda giggles, her eyes filled with tears. "Nor would I have let you buy a guitar to let it grow old in the basement." She retorts making you laugh weakly as well. After a moment, her expression turns more serious. "Do you see now, my love? The flaws in this false life?"
You want to cry again, but you nod. "Forgive me, Wanda."
"I would have done the same thing if I had lost you."
There is no way of knowing, so all you do to offer her is a small smile. She lets out a tired sigh, getting up, and you take your cue to do the same.
"You're the one who has to let me go, Y/N." Wanda says, and only after a moment does you understand, and you sob, denying it with your head.
"N-no, not that. I won't-"
Wanda puts her hands on your face, trying to calm you down. "My love, I'm so, so sorry." She says caressing your cheeks. "I am a Scarlet Witch forged by a Guardian of the Order. Only you can do this. It can't be anyone else."
"Wanda, I can't, please-"
"I'm already dead, Y/N. It will be like putting me to sleep." She tries and you only sob harder, hugging her. "Honey, say goodbye. Things will only balance when I'm gone."
"I will give my power to anyone, please don't make me..."
"Y/N, it has to be you." It is Charles' voice that finally intervenes sounding as crestfallen as you are. Wanda releases you so you look at him. "Wanda doesn't exist anymore. I can only see her because I am in your mind. No one else is capable of fighting her."
You look at Wanda in horror, but she only caresses your cheek.
"Say goodbye to us, Y/N. For good this time." Wanda asks, and you realize that your daughters are standing beside each of her legs, and a sob breaks in your throat.
You lower yourself to their height, and even though you can't feel them, you hug them tight.
"Mommy, why are you crying?" Annie asks confused, and you sniffle as you shake your head.
"It's nothing, honey." You say. "Mommy will just miss you."
"Where are we going?" Hallie asks suspiciously, and even though your heart breaks, you force a smile at her.
"You guys are going for a walk with Mama, okay? You're going to behave, right?"
Annie and Hallie exchange mischievous glances, but they nod, and you hug them one last time before rising to Wanda.
"I don't know how to..."
"Just hold me. Don't think too much, and just do it. Remove the forge, and I will go." Wanda interrupts as you explain, and you swallow dryly before nodding. She offers you a tearful smile before you hug her.
The next time you let go, there is no one in your arms.
The memory ends, and Wanda slips her arms around you, making you sigh softly before hugging her back.
"I'm sorry."
"I get the impression that when I killed her, your Westview happened." You mutter and Wanda frowns in confusion, loosening her grip to look at you.
"What are you talking about?"
"Let's look at one last memory. Before we check out America."
Wanda was going to say she's seen enough for today, not wanting to prolong your suffering at reviewing so many tragedies, but her curiosity and your assured look make her agree.
The last memory begins in a dark cell. You are wearing magic chains on your arms and ankles, and hugging your knees. A pile of trays of rotten, untouched food grows next to the wall.
The door opens, and a sorcerer in a black robe enters.
"I have been waiting to see you in one of these since the day I saw you murder your brother." Kaecillius says but you don't react to his teasing, though he knows you're not asleep by the way you shrink a little more. "What, no comeback?"
"What do you want, master?" You grumble between teeth, and he gives a weak laugh as he takes the free seat at the other end of the room.
"Master? Wow, did they put you under some kind of manners spell?" He mocks laughing at his own joke. "Or, let me guess, guilt is corroding you into submission."
An irritated grunt escapes, and the chains in your hand vibrate. Kaecillius lets out another laugh.
"There she is." He sneers, and you sigh wearily before raising your eyes to him.
"Just tell me what you want."
"I, Miss L/N, wanted to be enjoying my retirement on the Barramas." He says adjusting his cape. "But you see, your little dollhouse spell has ruined this universe to the point where even the most obnoxious Sorcerers are needed to straighten the balance."
"I've already made things right." You retort angrily, receiving an argued grimace in return. "Charles and Mordo guided my arrest, they have already testified about Westview and my sacrifice and-"
"My this and my that, you always were so selfish, weren't you, Y/N?" Kaecillus interrupts with a wicked grin. " For your information, sacrificing your fake family was the least you could have done after what it caused around here!"
You grunt angrily, but Kaecillius doesn't flinch. "What, you want me to lie? For me to tell you nice stories, or pat you on the back and say, congratulations on letting your dead wife rest in the afterlife. No, child! Every second of your fantasy has opened a crack in space-time. At first, Kamar Taj thought they were dark sorcerers like me, do you realize the treatment we received? Covens all over the world were dismantled, witches marginalized, no one could find a guilty party. Then came the beasts! And the natural disasters. Did you know that Miami is underwater? Or Panama and half of Chile? And while these people were losing their lives, you are playing house with a corpse!"
You shuddered at the screams, hiding your face between your legs again. Kaecillius took a deep breath to calm himself.
"I came here to offer you the chance to right your wrongs." He declares after a moment, and it takes another for you to raise your face, thick tears in your eyes, to him.
"How?"
He clears his throat. "You are still the most powerful Sorceress in this universe, Y/N. And you still have the Mind Stone to help you form the solutions." He says. "I'll put you in charge of fixing everything."
You swallow dryly, frowning softly. "I thought... I thought sacrificing Wanda would fix everything."
"This is exactly why Mordo didn't want you as Guardian, you understand nothing of your own nature." Complains the other. "A Guardian to a Scarlet Witch, one shouldn't exist without the other! How many classes have you been missing?"
"Wanda told me that I needed to let her go-"
"Yes, because she was dead!" Kaecillus interrupted in frustration. "And Mordo still told us that you, a guardian, forged her as the Scarlet Witch, didn't you? I can hardly imagine the wrath of the gods over that. But that's for another day because we have bigger problems here. Get this clear once and for all, Y/N, a guardian exists to destroy the Scarlet Witch, as it is written. But Wanda was already dead. You didn't fulfill the prophecy, but you don't even need to, because you never completed your forging and swore Oshtur your loyalty."
You frown, absorbing his words. "B-but what am I supposed to do now?"
"After all you've done? The only thing, come on. Go clean up your mess." Kaecillius says. "Your magic must be monitored, but don't worry, we'll make good use of your powers."
Kaecillius stands up, wiping the dust from his robes. "And so, do we have an agreement, or can I tell everyone that you would rather your wife's second death meant nothing?"
"Fuck you Kaecillius."
He laughs with gusto. "I knew you still had it in you, Y/N. Deal?"
You roll your eyes, but raise your hand to him. "Deal."
The memories start to flow between the long days of working to tidy up your universe, but Wanda stumbles back and in the blink of an eye, you are back in your bodies on the terrace of the train station.
You blink a little trying to get used to your surroundings again, and Wanda gets up first, looking very upset. You hurry to get up and approach her.
"Hey, Wands, I know it's a lot but-"
"When she died, I became the Scarlet Witch, didn't I?" Wanda asks with an indecipherable expression, following your same line of thought as before. You sigh.
"I don't know." You say sincerely. "It may have happened when I received Oshtur's blessing as a Knight, or it may have happened when I let her go. I wish I had all the answers, Wanda, but I really don't."
Wanda shook her head, her eyes filled with tears.
"What you know is enough, Y/N." She says in an accusatory tone. "A Guardian is destined to destroy the Scarlet Witch. There is no future for us."
You swallow dryly, shaking your head. "Wanda, I would never do that, I would never-"
"But you already have." She retorts, tears streaming down her face. "And you did it with your wife. I'm just a replacement for her, so it's going to be even easier."
"Wanda, don't say that!"
But she turns her back on you, and though you try to go after her, and even get in her way, she can't hear you anymore, Chthon's ironic laughter is the only sound in her ears.
Wanda rips the Cube door off without difficulty with her magic, and you let out an exclamation, trying to grab her by the shoulders. She grunts in annoyance and enchants a bicycle stand to pin you to the wall.
America wakes up with the commotion and only has time to scream in surprise before Wanda pulls her by the arm outside, where she has enough room to conjure a portal into an open place.
You let out an exclamation, but witness Wanda enchanting the girl's mind - a portal breaking in front of them - until she finds the world she wants to go to.
This is the right one.
With Chthon's whisper of approval, Wanda steps forward, only to see the world change again.
She blinks in confusion, but as she looks at America, she notices the scarlet magic fused with golden threads. She looks at you with indignation, raising her free hand so that one of the irons forces its way around your neck, and though the gold wavers in your eyes, you don't stop altering the worlds.
"Y/N, don't make me hurt you." Wanda asks between teeth, increasing the pressure.
You give her a short, tired laugh, and Wanda can see the blood beginning to trickle down your nose, hesitating a little.
"I am just keeping our deal." You tell her, and with a pained grunt, you free yourself from the irons with a short golden blast, not giving Wanda much time to react as you run towards her and push her and America into the portal.
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#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda x reader#wanda x you#wanda maximoff x you#wanda maximoff#marvel imagines#elizabeth olsen x reader#wanda maximoff imagines#Rulers of The Multiverse#the scarlet witch x reader
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ok season finale thoughts
THANK GOD they put in Luke training Percy, honestly that's a change I really like. The medium of film allows you to do flashbacks like that, and that's a really good change. they had me worried but thank god
I started checking how long things were for this episode to determine how I felt about pacing, the Ares fight was roughly 6 minutes long. For a 40 minute episode I think that's decent, but I still wish it were longer
the entire fight I thought they were on the beach in CA, so I was very confused when the Montauk cabin was there until later in the ep T-T
thinking about it though, the pearls teleporting them to Montauk is a nice change, especially since this Poseidon explicitly cares more about Sally
why were annabeth and grover trying to argue to keep the bolt?? that just...did I misread that scene what the fuck why
I guess it was just because they were worried about percy dying but like, it felt weird
that first shot of olympus, just incredible, loved that
the throne room...kind of underwhelming
BUT i paused for like 5 minutes counting the thrones, there are 11 and then a HEARTH FOR HESTIA I CANT I LOVE THAT
hestia gives away her throne to dionysus, so it doesn't make much sense, but since dionysus is at camp most of the time I think that works. plus I just love hestia so no complaints about that
Zeus is the first god to actually feel like a god, wish Hades also felt that way, but loved Zeus
rest in peace Lance Reddick, he was perfect in my opinion, I think it'll be hard to top him
the switch to Ancient Greek was cool, also really appreciated that they used the proper pronunciation of the gods' names (at least I think it's the proper pronunciation)
the throne room scene felt very similar to the book, so I'm pretty happy with it
they changed annabeth's hairstyle the second she got to camp lol
the aphrodite and athena cabins saw her come back alive and was like "awright time for a makeover" she was there for like 20 minutes max
I know a lot of people have been talking about how dark the show is, but as someone who hasn't been having that problem, the fireworks made those shots look so cool
I really hope people having that problem are also able to see in that scene, because the lighting is just so nice
AND THEY DID THE FUCKIN THING AGAIN Percy figuring out Luke so quickly, I got so mad, can this kid be tricked once
ok, how I would've done that scene so it's still somewhat the same but more interesting: they start going over the lines in the prophecy, they reach the betrayal line, queue a slow look of realization from Percy, swelling dramatic music, then maybe have Luke realize Percy's figuring it out and he trips Percy to the ground and pull out the scorpion
fuck the tell don't show thing they're doing, Percy didn't have to outright say, "o you stole the bolt" WALKER'S A GREAT ACTOR have him have that look of realization with the audience, he's shown he has the acting skills to pull that off really damn well
anyway Luke's "I'm here to recruit line" was my favorite part of that scene, that line felt scary
and I know they were probably going for a parallel of them training in the woods earlier vs actually fighting each other, but that didn't really feel necessary to be honest, we didn't really need that fight scene
and Annabeth revealing herself and Luke visibly panicking, I liked that too
this scene had a lot of cool things, but the way we got to that was disappointing
dionysus straight up not realizing percy's name wasn't peter wasn't funny to me at first, but now I'm realizing he was probably trolling so I can get behind that scene lol
that man definitely knew percy's real name and has always been actively choosing not to use it
they changed Annabeth's hair again, I'm in love. so ready for her to have a different hairstyle every season
that dream sequence felt a little unnecessary and it confused me a bit, but I'm alright with it
sally writing down everything kronos is saying in his dreams, love that
how they killed off gabe is exactly how I was expecting them to after watching the first couple episodes. and him wanting to pick the lock after Sally changed them makes him even worse. Having him try to do that along with looking through a package not addressed to him, PLUS him not even living there anymore. All that shittiness put right before him turning to stone definitely made it feel deserved
I came away from this episode not entirely satisfied, but content. This episode felt the most book-accurate to me, both events-wise and tonally. And I think that's because the chapters it's based off are the most serious in the book, so with the new tone the show's taking, it fits right in
I'm gonna make another post about my thoughts on the season overall, but I think I'm gonna rewatch the whole thing first
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Tricks and Treats (Poly! Ghostface x Reader)
Stu shows up to reader's dorm in Ghostface get up.
Hehe happy Halloween everyone!! Thought I'd write some silly fluff ft Billy and Stu <33
Important notice: College! AU, AU where Billy and Stu succeed, Reader doesn't know they're Ghostface
You pull the blanket closer to your chin, snuggling into the soft fabric and the crook of Billy's neck as your laptop played the beginning of John Carpenter's Halloween. "Don't you watch anything else? I don't get why we have to watch this every year.." Billy rolls his eyes. "Oh come on Y/n, It's a classic. Stu and I always watch Halloween on Halloween, it's a tradition." You shrug, "There's like 100 other sequels, why don't you shake it up a bit." Billy clicks his tongue and playfully narrows his eyes. "Just shut up and watch the movie.."
You could only stay quiet for so long before you started thinking about your other partner. Halloween is Stu's day to shine, having him not beside you while you're watching his favorite movie felt illegal. Grimacing, you spoke up. "Do you know when Stu's coming over? He said he'd stop by soon." Billy shrugged and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, "Don't worry about it. He texted me earlier saying he was grabbing us some candy before he comes over." You nodded and rested your hand on Billy's arm, fidgiting with his fingers until your boyfriend arrives.
As the movie played, you felt your eyes grow heavy until the startling, high pitched ring of your phone brought you back into reality. Excusing yourself, you went over to your desk and saw the unknown contact number. Quirking a brow, you answered the call. "Hello?" "Who is this?" Your body froze at the smooth, monotone voice coming from the other end of the your phone. You knew it all too well, flashbacks from your senior year of highschool hit you like a brick. You answered the same voice the same night Casey died. "Anybody still there? I just want some company~" the voice teased. Taking in a deep breath, you kept your response curt. "What do you want?" "I want to see your pretty face. Open the door Y/n." Immediately you hang up and throw your phone to the floor, catching Billy's attention.
"What's the matter? Some scary prank call?" Billy snickered, but quickly shut up when you sent him a glare. "I'm getting calls again..same kind of calls I had when Mr. Prescott killed Casey.." Your partner quirked a brow and stood up, making his way to hold your shakey hands. "Is that so?" Cold fingers brushed over your knuckles and you nodded. "Said he's outside my door. Can you uh, come with me and check?" Your voice was meek, a borderline mumble. "Whatever, I'm sure it was just some prank call." He shrugged and turned you to the door, guiding you to the handle. "Nothing's gonna get you, okay? Probably just some asshole messing with you." He kissed your shoulder as he anticipated who was behind your door.
As soon as you turned the knob, your door burst open. Someone in a ghostface mask raised up a knife and started yelling, causing you to scream and instinctively kick the stranger in between the legs. Luckily for you, it knocked the mask and the killer to the ground to reveal your other boyfriend, Stu Macher. The man groaned, "God! What the hell was that for?!" You gasped and looked at the scene around you: a plastic toy knife laid at his side, a giant mixed bag of candy spilled onto the ground.
Billy was right.
It really was some asshole trying to mess with you all along.
You scowled as Billy helped him up, "What the fuck was that, Macher!" "Oh not the last name.." he mumbled. "What made you think that was an okay thing to do?! Could've chose something less traumatic to get me with!" As you scolded him, Stu's puppy eyes grew. "Oh c'mon, babe! It was just a little joke. Some tricks for your treats, y'know!" Billy rolled his eyes and picked up the candy, "Very funny. Now c'mon, we got five more DVDs to burn through." Stu lit up, "I call sitting with Y/n!" He ran over to your bed and jumped down onto it, patting the space next to him for you. Billy scoffed, "With your little prank, I'm not surprised they haven't tossed your ass out of here." You shrugged, "He's right. Kinda lost me privileges for that one, Stu." You followed Billy back into bed, squeezing yourself as close to the brunette as possible so you don't fall off. Stu groaned and laid his head onto Billy's shoulders. "You both are so mean to me, it's not fair."
Billy peered down at him and smirked, "Just shut up and watch the movie."
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Huh, realized something sad about My Dress Up Darling — specifically from the third episode of the anime — that I hadn't seen anybody else talking about. (So probably either I'm grasping at straws or everybody thought this went without saying, but there you go.) Details follow:
Basically, the conclusion is that the events outlined in Gojou's dream/flashback that opens the first episode formed such an outsized impact on his psyche because he was still recovering from his parents' untimely demise.
This conclusion comes from many things, but primarily comes from the episode 3 scene — corresponding to chapter 7 of the manga — where Gojou is talking about why he doesn't use the word "beautiful" lightly. He talks about, and we see, briefly, when he was first introduced to Hina dolls; it's part of the same sequence we see part of at the start of the first episode, and in more detail in episode eight when he's reflecting on his grandfather's happiness then when talking to Juju. But something about this time strikes me as important.
"I'm an only child," he says, "so the first time I saw a Hina doll was at my Grandpa's place."
Now, later, other family members, like his cousin Miori and her mother, are mentioned as working in the family business (ch. 74), but it's obvious that Gojou's father didn't. We don't know why, nor do we ever really hear why Gojou hadn't been to his grandfather's before that time. And we don't know exactly how old he is, though it was young enough that he hadn't really had potential friends before the trauma he went through with Non-chan.
The conclusion I can't help but come to is that that scene — where the solemn little boy is led into the Hina doll shop and imprints so strongly on their beauty — happens when he's arriving at his grandpa's place, because that's where he'll be living now. It's very, very soon after his parents' deaths. Grandpa just wanted to connect with his grandson, show him what he does, and was surprised and gratified when Gojou really fell for the dolls, and found a real passion.
And it's that very vulnerable little boy, hurt and lonely and trying to reach out and share the beauty he's found, who's harshly rejected, because a boy liking girls' dolls is "creepy".
(I'm still uncertain whether Gojou's father and grandpa had a falling out, or if the dad just wanted to do something else and lived far away; this reading feels more like an estrangement, because you'd think he'd have been to visit his grandpa earlier if there wasn't something preventing it. Miori's mom is mentioned as the doll factory's hairstyling expert, but her dad's role, if any, isn't mentioned; I'm guessing that Miori's mom was Gojou's dad's older sister from her family resemblance to Grandpa, and that her dad does something else, but I don't have any solid evidence.)
#sono bisque doll wa koi wo suru#my dress up darling#wakana gojou#spoilers#my dress up darling spoilers
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FSR Rambles 11 big brain moments
Immediately going from Gannon's rant we wake up...SOMEWHERE.
That iconic triforce symbol glows on Shadow Link's hand.
Uh oh.
Ganondorf rants to himself smth he says during the Twilight Princess manga.
Hello Ganondorf! :D
Alright let's dissect the shit Ganondorf says real quick.
Panel 1: He's talking about Link, obviously. Who unlike Ganondorf and Zelda (Sometimes...Twilight Princess Zelda outright calls OOT Zelda herself/her so...) doesn't/never seems to remember their endless reincarnation....Which I have some THOUGHTS ON WHY but we might get to that when it's more relevant. Just keep it in your back pocket that Link never remembers "His" previous adventures.
Ganondorf's the same Ganondorf from OOT in Akira's manga series, we dunno how much FSR Zelda currently knows about her endless reincarnation because she has the soul of Hylia in her,
Panel 2: Shadow Link has never seen Ganondorf in his human form. That's established with his lines of confusion. He clearly RECONIZES him either through his presence or voice though.
Panel 3: Ganondorf ignores Shadow's question to keep rambling.
"I even thought...Two can play the split ourselves in pieces game..."
He's clearly referencing the FIRST time a Link used the four sword, as there's a previous hero of the Four Sword mentioned at the start of the FS Manga. (That's my interpretation since there's two different four swords games, SOME people think he meant the Minish Cap Link but...I disagree strongly with that shit ngl and I think the ONLY reason that idea exists is because we never got a manga for the first Four Swords game but the SEQUEL for whatever reason...? As minish cap Link was a child when he went on his journey and looked NOTHING like the OOT style adult hero we saw in the "Flashback/story" scene in FS. I'm like 99% sure it was referencing the hero from the FIRST Four Swords game because the four swords manga we HAVE is based on Four Swords Adventures from what I can tell?)
Either way, in FSR he's refencing THAT Link as the reason why he...split himself in pieces.
"This game of ours gets boring after awhile...We have to make new rules...invite new players, mix things up..."
So, this is why he used Vaati. Vaati was the "New player"
Technically an old player brought directly into the Triforce gang's bullshit as Vaati used to be a solo villain from what I understand removed from Gannon.
Shadow Link could ALSO be a part of these "New players" he's talking about.
Either way Gannon's view on the endless cycle has seemingly shifted to a "Game". A game he wants to win, obviously.
If you want a reason why he'd try taking this outlook: Dude's coping hard, he keeps losing. Looking at it like a childish game makes him retain SOME sanity he's shed after getting his ass kicked so many times. As he clearly shed a LOT of his humanity to become the pig form in the OG manga without ANY PROMTING Usually that's like, a second phase of the fight Something's different about Ganon in FSA compared to usual.
Panel 4:
Ganon muses he didn't think "A part of him" would play "Their" side.
He's obviously talking about Shadow Link at this point aiding Zelda and Link. But the dread of what Gannon's saying hasn't truly set in yet.
Panel 5:
So in Twilight Princess, Spoilers Gannon just like, straight kills himself when he feels he's losing. Man is a massive piss baby.
He does something similar here. "CAN'T KEEP ME IN A SWORD IF I END MYSELF HAHAHAHA" - Gannon.
But...There's still a part of Gannon around...As he passes the Triforce of power (Something he admits he cannot stand in Twilight Princess, if nothing else BECAUSE it ties him to Zelda and Link who have Wisdom and Courage respectively.)
So while not outright CONFORMING FSR Link and FSR Zelda HAVE the Triforce, it's heavily implied they do. Zelda at least, had it on her hand earlier in the comic. (With an outdated design of her haha but it still counts here. Haven't been any major ret cons as of rn in FSR and I'd mention any if they do come up hah)
Ganon not so subtly references the conversation Vio and Shadow had about the Triforce where Shadow admitted he wanted it to make his wishes come true.
Which just, with current context really puts into perspective that little desire of his.
Also, it's even FUNNIER that he says he wants to touch the Triforce...While being all over Vio. Who has a piece of the Triforce of courage.
Yes that was intentional and yes I was laughing my absolute ass off while drawing/writing those scenes...I was shaking that I couldn't mention that for so long lmfaooooooo.
He's a part of Gannon. Of course he wants the Triforce.
Shadow still looks like he's comprehending shit. I mean this is a LOT to take in. All this time he assumed he was NOTHING but Link's shadow. But NOW we know he's not only Link's Shadow, but a part of Gannon as well.
Ganon congrats our little man.
He gets to wield the title of the Demon King AND the Triforce of power! :D
HOW LUCKY...HE GOT TWO THINGS HE WANTED! :D
BEING THE KING AND THE TRIFORCE!!!
Oh...Shadow isn't a fan of that. Especially at Gannon's prospect that he should destroy Link.
Lines that are hilarious with this new context go brr:
Haha- Well he IS A KING-
Vio just look to your left.
"I've done infinitely worse in past lives pal-"
Literally this entire scene has new meaning with how VISERIALLY ANGRY he is at the prospect they just gotta do what they have to because "it's what we're supposed to do".
Shadow Link's behavior in general in current day in FSR is just, makes much more sense with the context he KNOWS he's a part of Gannon.
His desperate urge to be nice, seemingly TOO NICE?
Well, he's trying to reject the idea he has to destroy the heroes and wants to be helpful and good.
Translation: "I don't have to be Gannon if you don't have to be Link"
Also smth you'll notice in the Gannon talks to Shadow pages: Shadow's eyes are red the whole time just like when was talking to Vaati.
Shadow's ending state in FS was a form of torture and you can't convince me otherwise.
He's in misery.
Fucked up thing to note: Shadow link feels he deserves to suffer.
We're not given his full thoughts on WHY but we can either assume because of his actions in the FSA manga OR because he's Gannon.
That's just sad.
Link's catatonic like usual.
Shadow likens Link's state to a corpse that's rotting which is, disturbing.
Unlike Gannon, he isn't getting any pleasure watching the Hero rot away mentally.
Oof. Yeah. What good's the Triforce of power when you can't use it to save someone?
You'll notice Shadow defaults to waving to get people's attention. What else can he do?
Link notices and touches him.
Which again: We know from Shadow's brief breakdown in the temple this isn't something he did a lot.
We can venture to guess from these pages, Link was usually just, not there mentally a lot of the time to notice Shadow Link and he wasn't filling the gaps because Shadow couldn't talk, because Link went mute after awhile.
Either way Shadow cherishes the times where Link acknowledges him.
If you go back and read the pages where Shadow's talking about his time with Link the main thing he talks about is how LONELY he felt.
He doesn't actually talk about Link's behavior in a negative way per say...Mostly that HE was lonely.
Like from the wording he isn't exactly BASHING Link for ignoring him, just expressing how it made him feel in the moment.
And from here we can see Shadow understands just how poorly Link was doing.
He wants to hug him-
Shadow wants to be comforted and to comfort but can't do or get either.
Poor dude is suffering.
Shadow dissects his feelings.
Vio's promise struck a cord with this dude for a lot of reasons, partially because Gannon as we know from Twilight Princess REALLY wanted Zelda to join him/another Triforce user to join him cobbled with Shadow Link himself loneliness and inability to trust his teammates led to Vio's promise of ruling the world basically made him explode with joy lol.
Gannon's literally always playing this "Game" alone. Shadow Link is lonely from his own experiences and from Gannon's. He actually doesn't MIND the idea they're all gonna be spending eternity together forever, he just doesn't wanna be locked in fighting them lmfao.
Art notes: Shadow's eyes look like Gannondorf's eyes in page 207 the "I want to be close to you Link" panel.
Zelda and Vio/Link have had a positive affect on Shadow Link as a person, so instead of 100% hating them like Gannondorf does he has a mixed bag of emotions towards them.
Another art note:
Page 208 Shadow's eyes look like the Malice eyeballs from BOTW/TOTK
Shadow Link interprets his own feelings as him wanting to be close to Zelda and Link/Vio due to his own loneliness. He's the new demon king and he doesn't want to further their fated connection through hatred alone.
Shadow's further thoughts on being Ganon and the affects it has on his behavior going forward are for sure going to be present so if something wasn't brought up here/expanded upon, it probs will later.
Something to note is Shadow's KNOWN he's a from of Gannon for 7 years and HASN'T Told any of the gang yet...Which is interesting.
Not like he could SAY that before and they've still only been separated for a day but still.
More art notes: The way they're structured in 208, is in the shape of the Triforce. Shadow on "Top" representing the Triforce of power, Zelda to the left representing wisdom and Link to the right representing courage.
It is interesting to note how Vio and Link are interchangeable in Shadow's mind at least in this instance...
From his further thoughts in 209 it's implied he's SPECICICALLY talking about Vio, but Link is still pictured...So Hm.
So it bares repeating Vio booked it to Shadow Link the second he saw him because of their unfinished business hah.
Further idea:
Shadow doesn't purely means "Vio's here" as the "dream" he's talking about.
He has a physical body again after 7 years. He's not a prisoner to his own mind anymore and has the ability to affect the world around him.
He was completely stripped of agency and ironically enough "Power" for 7 years.
Like Vio, someone he loves being there is nice too but I don't wanna understate how important Shadow's relationship to Link himself is either.
As in the series so far Shadow's blatantly done the things he stated he wishes he could have done for Link in the pages previous TO Vio because, he has the ability to now.
Basically: We don't need to shoot down Shadow's 7 year long relationship with Link just to bolster Vio and Shadow's.
Stalker lmfao.
So it's interesting to note he CRIED from Shadow's memories.
Weird moment for Dark Link. It's odd he even cried at all. He has an actual personality outside of just batting people's anxieties and fears back at them after all.
He himself seems rather calm but if you notice, his chest eyeball looks deeply emotional over it.
Question to ask: Is he crying from joy or sadness? Or some third thing?
Did he even realize he was crying? He didn't wipe his tears away.
You'll note, instead of just purely calling Shadow "the traitor" as he did earlier, he switches to calling him his title + traitor lmfao. "Treacherous demon king" he changes his language to be more accurate to his new information about Shadow Link.
Another thing: Dark Link isn't INTERACTING with Shadow Link here like he did with Vio. How he approached it was purely as a spectator.
He's not mentally fucking with Shadow here.
Which shows an odd sense of, genuine interest about Shadow's past that didn't exist earlier with Vio when he purely only said things to make Vio break down.
HE was watching those flashbacks with us and soaking in the information. He has a better understanding of Vio AND Shadow because he can see from BOTH their perspectives as you noticed...and Vaati's.
But that cute little fact isn't important rn.
And with all that word vomiting we will pick up again another time.
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I'm Going Under~Ricky Horror
Y/N Pov:
I'm in my bedroom, searching for my Evanescence shirt. My boyfriend, Ricky Horror, yes, THE Ricky Horror from Motionless In White is taking me somewhere tonight. He said that it's a surprised, and I'm honestly scared. I've always been scared of surprises. Everyone likes to prank me, so that's probably why.
I sightly smiled, and started thinking about when I met Ricky. It was actually very interesting how I met him.
Flashback\
I was at Hot Topic, like I usually am, shopping and looking at all the band shirts. I looked around and found a MIW tee, but before I could grab it, another person got it before me. I rolled my eyes, and walked over to him to see that it was Ricky Horror?! What the fuck?! I was in the same store as Ricky fucking Horror?! I'm assuming that he saw that I was not breathing and freaking the fuck out, because he asked "are you okay, miss? I didn't mean to frighten you"
I looked at him, and said "Oh no, don't worry! You didn't scare at all! I'm just shocked that I'm in the same store as Ricky Horror". I heard Ricky chuckle, and say "You're a fan?" I nodded my head, nervously, then I felt a soft shirt in my hands.
I looked up at Ricky, and saw him smiling "Every fan needs a shirt of their favorite band" I blushed, and next thing I knew, I had his number in my phone.
End of Flashback\
That was only a month ago, we have been talking everyday, and we will call every chance that we got. We going on our first date today. We haven't done a date earlier because of Ricky's work schedule being hetic. I really like him. To say that I'm nervous is an understatement. I'm terrified. What if I say something and he takes it the wrong way?
I just need to calm down. Y/N breathe in and out, it's gonna be okay. It's all gonna be okay. I breathed in and out, trying to calm myself down. I can do this. Just then, I saw a black shirt with a familiar logo on it. I smiled as I saw my Evanescence shirt.
It was a black shirt, with the Evanescence logo and symbol in purple.
I sighed of relief, as I slipped the shirt over my head. I quickly grabbed my black and white striped tights, and skirt and put them on. I put on some accessories, along with my leather jacket and sparkly boots. I smiled as I looked at myself in the mirror. I already had some makeup on, so I was all set!
A few minutes later, I heard 'Bring Me To Life' start playing. I looked at my phone, and saw that Ricky had texted me. I smiled, and read the text, which said "Hey Y\N! I'm outside your house". I smiled, and quickly grabbed my bag and ran downstairs and outside to Ricky's car.
I opened the passenger side door, and sat down and the first thing that I heard playing was 'Tourniquet' I looked at Ricky confused, and he just smiled about it. Okay, he's acting strange. "Why are you playing Evanescence for?" I asked. I saw Ricky look over at me, and say "am I not allowed to listen to one of your favorite bands?" I looked at him, and said "yeah but I didn't know that you liked Evanescence"
I saw Ricky smile as he pulled out of the driveway, "oh babydoll, there's a lot that you don't know about me" I looked at him shocked, and said "same for you Horror" I smirked as I saw him looking shocked.
After an hour, we finally arrived to where we were going, and I'm confused as fuck. Why are we at a concert venue? I looked at Ricky, and saw him smiling wide. Now I'm even more confused, what is happening? I felt a soft hand grab mine and started holding it; I smiled, and I felt being lifted off of the ground.
Next thing I knew, Ricky was running towards the building while carrying me. Damn, wasn't expecting this at all. Just then, I saw a Evanescence poster. Wait.. this isn't what I think it is, is it? Am I seeing Evanescence live?! I looked at Ricky, and saw him smiling, proudly. "We're seeing Evanescence live! But before that I got you VIP, so you can meet Amy Lee" Ricky said.
I immediately felt hot tears rush to my eyes. I was gonna meet the girl who saved my life? I quickly wiped my tears, and hugged Ricky tightly. "Thank you so much. You didn't have to do this for me" I felt Ricky's string arms wrapped around me, and I heard Ricky say "I wanted to do this for you. I know how much you love Evanescence and Amy wanted to meet you too. I told her about you"
I smiled, and wiped more tears away. "I love you so much" I smiled at Ricky, and he gave a soft, but sweet smile back. "I love you too. We gotta go meet her now" I heard Ricky say. I smiled even wider, and grabbed Ricky's hand as he led me towards the meet and greet room.
As soon as we got in there, I saw Amy and started sobbing. I couldn't believe that I was in the same room as my savior. I felt soft arms grab me, and pull me into a hug. "It's okay sweetie. Ricky told me all about you and I would love to be your friend" I heard Amy say.
Amy Lee wanted to he my friend? What the fuck?! This was the best day ever. I looked up, and saw Amy looking at me. I hugged her tightly, and said "thank you so much for saving my life" I saw tears in her eyes, and I heard her say "you're welcome sweetie. I love you so much. Even if I don't know you too well, I love all my fans. I would love to be friends with you. Ricky already gave me your number, so I'll text you later"
I smiled, and said "I'll see you on stage Amy" I saw her smile, and quickly say goodbye. I hugged Ricky as we walked towards the barricade. I turned to Ricky, and started slowing leaning in. Next thing, I knew our lips were placed on top of each other's. Our lip rings getting tangled in each other's. Nothing can ruin this moment. "Wow first kiss I'm assuming" I heard Amy's voice. "Yep it's out first kiss and I wouldn't have it any other way"
I smiled and looked towards Ricky; Ricky was smiling. Tonight was an amazing night! Turns out Ricky asked Amy to play all of my favorite songs, and I screamed my heart out to 'Going Under'! I ended up staying at Ricky's house that night, and that was the best night ever!
Thank you for reading! :) :3
#fanfiction#fanfic#emo#motionless in white#chris motionless#motionless in white imagine#vinny mauro#ricky horror#ricky olson#amy lee#evanescence#emo girl#emo kid#emo fanfic
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Alright let me put y'all on game.
This is really some high school drama but I gotta wait till Monday to tell my best friend and I have to tell someone. So This dude, let's call him A, so A broke up with his gf. Their relationship was 1 year long. I kinda knew they weren't gonna last but I was hoping they would beat the case.
Everybody was wondering why they broke up and he wasn't telling anyone anything so we dropped it right? Like a week later on my TikTok reposted some shit that said "If someone that you've talked to for 2 weeks makes you feel more than someone you talked to for 2 years it's time to let them go" right? I reposted it cause I was like real shit even though I never experienced it. So then A liked it. I'm thinking 'maybe he liked it cause he saw I reposted it and he was supporting' cause that's what I do.
Jump about 2 days later I see, let's call her B, walking down the hall with a jacket on. I'm not thinking anything of it cause why would Idgaf about a jacket. BUT THEN I SAW A HAD THAT SAME JACKET LATER ON THAT DAY!
A and B cool so I again didn't think nothing of it. But then she kept wearing it and they were always walking together. Every time I would walk up to them to say "hey" it was like the conversation stopped. Which AGAIN I didn't think anything of it cause Idgaf.
But then I'm on TikTok again and I get some shit that B reposted. She reposting shit about relationships and shit. Now I'm sitting here thinking 'who tf is she talking about'. The shit was talking about FaceTime and texting during school. I had a That So Raven flashback and remembered that big ass iPad she always carrying around. Every time I ask her who she's texting she says 'just A'. AGAIN they been cool before I even met them so I didn't put 2 and 2 together.
I know A. So I checked if he was active on Instagram, TikTok, or the game. All said negative and B wasn't either. So one can only assume they're talking to one another. I COULD BE WRONG THO!
Earlier that day I told her "there's something off about you" My bsf and my other friend said "I have a hunch on what" and she got all defensive. She's a horrible liar. We knew she was lying.
Then I saw she reposted something about switching jackets. THAT'S WHERE SHE FUCKED UP. Now I have all the evidence I needed for my claim.
I know everything.
Had to get that off my chest real quick.
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Pale 8.6
Rather than fold the clothes as she got sorted, Verona smoothed them out and rolled them into tubes, then stacked the tubes together, side by side.
hey same! I find it wastes less space and travels better than folded, especially in a bag rather than a suitcase
“I’ve got a sock of yours in the gap between mattress and the footboard of the bed, here,” Avery noted, throwing it at the side of Verona’s head. “How?”
socks go where they will
“I think your judgment of how okay you are is a little suspect, Ronnie,” Lucy said.
yeah
Turns out that people who both know about the practice and who can teach are few and far between.
We kind of offed one of the teachers who knew their shit and who could teach half decently, too.
I will never stop loving the comedy of the Kennet Trio going off to magic school and promptly killing off two headmasters
“They- the stupid people, they came over and they saw opossums the first time! The guy opossums have two- two heads, forked! So clearly, bahahaha, they think it has to go in the nose!”
I could have lived a long life not knowing that... time to go tell my friends
Avery jogged off with Snowdrop, as Verona turned to head into the library. She pushed the door open, and came face to face with the entire library of books she hadn’t been able to read.
I think one of things Verona isn't correctly judging how okay she is about is leaving the school
She stroked the back of Verona’s head. It felt like a big sister or mom thing, and that made Verona feel weird, because she’d never had much of either.
It's stuff like this that originally made me think Verona's parents divorce happened when she was little, but what we've seen in flashbacks puts it at within the past couple years. It seems like her mom was just checked out of parenting all along.
Lucy shrugged. “Booker’s home. I can look forward to that.”
I'm looking forward to that
“I know some of you have expressed some interest in visiting the Shedding Tree, the Corridor Market, the Doll Alley, and other landmarks. We will not be doing that. As appealing as the idea of visiting key locations is, I have taken on the responsibility of guiding you, and I am focused on safety and stability. Those landmarks are tourist traps of a sort, emphasizing the traps."
I love the concept of Faerie tourist traps. How much traffic do they even get? Or I guess it's not just humans, Fae from other courts can visit.
Your long and storied experience with siblings or friends is more material for them to work with, the nuances between you are subtler, and you will lose in that subtlety. No, I’ll pair you off with people you barely know.
oh, this is a good chance to build alliances. I'm sure this is a good precaution anyways, but I wonder if Estrella is going to pair the Kennet Trio with people she thinks could be allies, given that she helped them before.
“Lucy Ellingson, Tymon Leos,” Estrella called out.
yeah, that's someone they worked well with before. I don't think lucy had any issues with him the way she did with Corbin?
“Huh,” Zed frowned. “I wonder if we can work in some gentle talk about tricky parent stuff.”
there was a mention earlier about this trip giving Estrella a chance to show that she could be a good teacher/mentor, but looks like it'll also give Zed that opportunity. He is inclined towards helping people.
“Avery? Fernanda.”
“Of fucking course,” Avery said. “Don’t you say anything.”
hahahaha
but she was also one of the people I thought could be an issue, so this could be helpful
“Raquel? With Verona Hayward.”
and Raquel is dissatisfied with her family, and is one of the people they had Alpy work on
Raquel was wearing a dress, her hair up in a swirly sort of bun that wasn’t super neat, but seemed un-neat in a way that was very designed, with locks of hair peeling off intentionally. Strands of hair ran down in front of her ears, which had pearl studs in them.
I wouldn't be surprised if the Mussers are a few decades out of date in how teenagers dress
“In my family, and families of those close to me, twelve or thirteen is the cut-off point. You need to figure things out by then. You own whatever happens after that.”
which explains why she's already dressed as a (somewhat old fashioned) adult woman
“Okay, so is there anything about all this that you get excited about? Practices you love? Stuff you’re into?”
So far these two seem like polar opposites. I don't know if Verona will want to get into her own family, but that seems like a point of connection: that the practice, which is an escape for her, is Raquel's stifling day-to-day
“I think she might have paired us off like she did so we’d temper each other. Each of us being impatient with the other’s shopping.”
I can definitely see that with Avery and Fernanda
There was art to it and that simple fact made her ache for what her world lacked. That nobody would pave the footpath of a bridge with colored stones in a way that made it beautiful. That murals like that one they’d left behind didn’t exist except maybe as graffiti.
things Verona needs to experience/witness in the mundane world:
Adults with fulfilling jobs and lives
Aro communities
Relationships with no interest in kids
Places with lots of public art
“Soft implements.”
“Which means?”
“Indirect use. Like your friend’s earring. Or chalices, or talismans, or books. Less swords and wands, which are good at doing.”
this is so much better than what I thought it meant, which was organics
“I think there’s some link between hair whorls and autism,” Verona mused. “But I don’t think you’d want to jump to using autism as cover for being nonhuman. That’s gross.”
things Verona needs to experience/witness in the mundane world:
5. tumblr
“Tell me about the knife.”
“It’s a key, it’s a way in, you see. A violent means of entering the person stabbed. You’ll get one breath to do as much harm to them as possible, while walking around in the temple of their Self.”
any sharp object can be a key if you define the lock as "the squishy bits on my opponent"
She stepped a bit back, surveying the crowd and keeping an eye on America, as America held out something that was clearly goblin-made.
The children from earlier sat and reclined on the rooftops on either side of this market, the girl with the bird mask and coin-eyes draped on the downslope from a roof’s peak, on the verge of tipping over and falling the full way down, the lightweight boy standing on a peak.
is America going to bribe some Fae to attack them?
She turned, and saw a child, about ten, of indeterminate gender and shaggy hair, inside a birdcage. The person carrying the cage on a pole tugged, and the child hung on, resisting.
“Help,” the voice was reed-thin, sonorous.
“I didn’t think they sold children in these markets,” Verona observed, her heart in her throat.
this is fucked! not really much more to say, I don't know if there's any way to intervene. Can't help thinking of Shellie, or that woman from one of the extra materials books whose mother made cursed items
“A ruse,” Raquel said. “It’s bait on a hook, I think. To pull us in. It’s good you care, but don’t fall for it.”
... yeah. Probably. But I don't think there's any way to know for sure.
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Ikevamp Act 2.5
Chapter 17 Romantic Premium
𝗛𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗠𝘆 𝗛𝗮𝗻𝗱
Vlad: "I don't want flowers that do bad things to this world or humans."
Mitsuki: "Stop, Vlad!"
The moment I screamed to stop him, the smile I had seen the day I met him came back to me.
~~~~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~~~~
Vlad: "Hey, fighting is bad."
Vlad: "Your hands are not meant to harm other people. Don't we all want to be friends all the time?"
~~~~~~~Flashback Ends~~~~~~~
(That's right. You said it yourself, Vlad.)
I hugged Vlad from behind, driven by the feelings that welled inside me.
Vlad: ".................."
Mitsuki: "Vlad..."
I wrap my hands around Vlad's blood-soaked hands from behind.
The wound may have already started to close up, but I gently stroke it to drown out the pain.
Vlad: "Mitsuki, your hands will get dirty."
Mitsuki: "It's okay. It's okay now, Vlad."
Mitsuki: "Don't put any more blood on your hands."
Mitsuki: "These hands are not here to hurt anyone."
(Because these hands...)
Made many flowers bloom in that garden.
These hands can compassionately care for children.
These hands have the same warmth as mine and humans.
Mitsuki: "Vlad, you're not a God."
Mitsuki: "As proof, look, we can hold hands like this."
Vlad: "................"
Vlad is not saying anything.
I don't know what he's thinking in this silence, but still, I want to tell him.
Mitsuki: "Don't hurt anyone's or your own heart anymore."
Vlad: "Mitsuki..."
The strength leaves his body, and the guy he's holding by the neck falls with a thud.
His clasped hands tremble just slightly.
Vlad: "The day I saw that future, I vowed to protect the world no matter the cost."
Vlad: "If my fate is to get my hands dirty, then that's what I'm going to do."
Comte: "Vlad..."
Comte approaches Vlad step by step.
Comte: "You don't have to carry the past, future, or the sins of humans alone."
Comte: "I'm not like you. I'm the lost in contradiction guy who can only help what's within his reach."
Comte: "But that's why I want to take your hand again."
Vlad: "Comte..."
Comte: "Let's think about humans and this world together."
Comte: "Let's hold hands, so you don't have to dirty them anymore. Just like when we were little."
Vlad remembers the day he reached Comte's hands and said: don't cry.
But this time, Comte is the one who reaches out to him.
Their hands and feelings are now about to overlap again after hundreds of years of passing each other.
Vlad: "Mitsuki, Comte, what you guys say is always beautiful."
Vlad: "But I don't know why, even if it's beautiful, I want to believe it."
Vlad: "I wish I could be close to you..."
Mitsuki: "Vlad..."
His crimson eyes narrowed softly, and he tightened his grip on our clasped hands to fill the loneliness that had lasted for too long.
(I will never forget the warmth and strength of this hand.)
To others, this may have been just an ordinary night, but for us, it was a fateful night that held one lonely pureblood together.
We then handed Ulfa over to the police and left the place.
Vlad: "Mitsuki..."
Mitsuki: "What's wrong?"
Vlad, who stood behind me, called me over, and as I turned around, he reached out to hold my hand with a slightly sad look in his eyes.
Vlad: "I'm sorry for getting your beautiful hands all dirty."
(He's right. I was so distracted that I forgot about it.)
When I grabbed Vlad's hand earlier, the blood got onto my hands.
I tried to tell him not to worry about it, but Vlad brought his face close to mine.
Mitsuki: "Vlad?"
Then, his lips gently touch the palm of my hand.
My heart beats faster as he repeatedly kisses my hand like an animal licking its wounds.
Mitsuki: "U-Um, Vlad. What's wrong...?"
Vlad: "Because you looked like you were in more pain than I was."
Vlad: "I thought if I kissed you like this, it could heal you a little."
Vlad: "It's funny because I don't have the power to heal wounds."
Mitsuki: "Vlad..."
(This is the real Vlad.)
Even when he knows there's no wound, he'll be brokenhearted if it looks painful.
The kindness he shows me makes my heart ache.
Mitsuki: "No, it's not funny. Thank you, Vlad."
Vlad: ".............."
Vlad: "Mitsuki, why...?"
Mitsuki: "Huh?"
Vlad: "I've caused you so much trouble, so why are you smiling so happily now?"
Seeing Vlad's cute surprised expression made me smile even more.
Mitsuki: "I told you before, remember? If everyone I care about is happy, that's enough to make me smile."
Mitsuki: "And, of course, that includes you, Vlad."
Vlad: "................"
Vlad: "Thank you, Mitsuki."
With that, Vlad smiles.
It's not a doll-like smile but a smile that exudes joy from deep inside.
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Chapter 168.1
Now that we know that the people who picked the doll and Kanitarou up are friendly and just happened to see them, that means that the person who was chasing them in the last chapter was someone else. Probably the guy from Chapter 167.1. And probably gonna track the doll to where she's currently hiding out.
Two things. One: we can see a bit of a scar on the mechanic's nose that matches the one on Kai's. The mechanic being amiable with the doll while maintaining a wariness towards her is also a very Kai thing to do. He's very observant. I think at this point he's older than he usually appears once resurrected, and judging from the apparent ages that we saw on their wanted signs, I'm guessing they were freshly resurrected a few years ago.
Second thing: Kai's probably referring to the Beholder/Satoru when he talks about someone who wanted to become human, and not Fushi. Because Fushi's never described themselves as human or discussed their desire to be human after the Takunaha arc. Satoru, on the other hand, was very upfront about wanting to be human, and Kai was there when Messar insinuated that the Beholder wished he was mortal.
I really like that Kai and Eko have both become mechanics. Or Eko has become a mechanic and Kai is her assistant, it's a bit unclear. It's so nice seeing Eko having something that she's passionate about, and that her dream of being able to communicate her thoughts to others has been fulfilled without her having to sacrifice an important part of her identity. And Kai is a blacksmith, so he knows a bit about working with metal and maybe that translates over to engineering somehow? I don't know.
A few notes about this part of the chapter: first, the script that hasn't been translated (because Ooima made it up) says the same thing that appeared in Chapter 166.2 before the doll's flashback.
The only difference is that the percentage that's been restored is marginally higher.
In the original Japanese, the text for the dialogue is in a specific font that's only been used for the person with the blindfold. I've included the raws for comparison.
And finally, the pill is the same one that was around their neck.
Based on the evidence, we can conclude that the doll's "self-identification system" is for her memories, we'll get a flashback every time a bit more of that system is restored, and the pill was an essential part of the process of making her human. We'll probably get the full story when the system reaches one hundred percent, but at the rate we're going it's gonna be a while.
Kai says earlier in the chapter that the mud only responds to human brainwaves specifically and on the final page we see the doll controlling it. df;dfa;dafslkadfs;dasflkj NICE.
How the doll has brain waves and no brain is a bit of a mystery, but the point is that they're implying that it's human already and just stuck in a different form. Which :\ is part of the mystery I guess, clearly the doll has a past involving efforts to become human that it can't remember. I don't love the idea of its backstory being "well, it's not a normal doll, it's a special doll that was secretly human all along." I'm hoping we get something else, because I think the doll being a piece of technology who's human anyways is more in line with what the manga's had to say about humanity so far. Like, maybe experimenting to make it human failed, or the experiment was just to make a program that thinks it's human, because thinking you're human = actually being human. I would imagine that learning that would really fuck the doll up, because in that case everything it's been trying to do in the name of proving that it's human was just more proof that it's not. And that's what I would do if I were Ooima because she loves to think of the worst possible thing that would happen to a character and then do that (compliment).
Still, no matter what the doll's backstory turns out to be, I'll be into it as long as it adds more layers to her character and to the story. Which it will because this is Ooima we're talking about :)
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