#chaos twins x mystic twins
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romantic at heart — kai parker x reader
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content warnings and genre: swearing, blood, violence, character deaths — angst (?)
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synopsis: kai was always known for his sociopathic tendancies, but when he meets his match, there are only two possible outcomes: benevolence and bloodlust
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the sun cast a golden hue across the garden where the wedding was taking place. a gentle breeze carried the scent of flowers through the air as guests mingled, their laughter and excitement creating an atmosphere of joy. amidst the crowd, you stood, an enigmatic presence with an air of quiet intensity that drew curious glances.
kai parker, charismatic yet unsettling, couldn't help but be intrigued by the aura that surrounded you. he had sensed something familiar in the way you carried yourself, a darkness that mirrored his own. as he observed you from a distance, a wicked smile tugged at the corner of his lips. his curiosity was piqued, his fascination growing like a wildfire.
jo and alaric's wedding was supposed to be a day of celebration, a union of love and hope. but as the ceremony unfolded, an unexpected darkness crept over the scene. the sky darkened, as if mirroring the ominous undertones that had infiltrated the atmosphere. a subtle shift in your expression hinted at the fact that you were the orchestrator of this eerie disruption.
kai's eyes met yours, and a wicked grin spread across his face as he recognized the source of the disturbance. he had underestimated you before, but in that moment, he saw a kindred spirit in your eyes—a darkness that matched his own, a thirst for power that ran deep.
the wind picked up, tugging at the edges of jo's veil and sending a shiver down her spine. alaric's concerned gaze met yours, his brows furrowed in confusion. but your attention remained fixed on jo, a calculating smile playing on your lips. a subtle flick of your wrist sent a blast of magic that shattered the joyful ambiance, freezing the guests in their tracks.
jo's expression turned from glee to dread in a matter of seconda as she clutched her stomach protectively, the unborn twins within her sensing the impending danger. with a flourish of your hand, you summoned a dark vortex that encircled her, lifting her off the ground. panic and chaos erupted as alaric and the guests tried to intervene, but their efforts were in vain against your overwhelming power.
as the vortex continued to swirl around her, her eyes locked onto yours, a mixture of fear and anger in her gaze. kai watched with a mixture of awe and anticipation, his own darkness resonating with the malevolent energy that radiated from you. in that moment, he knew that you were someone he had to get to know better. to have.
weeks passed since the disrupted wedding, and the town of mystic falls slowly returned to a semblance of normalcy. amid the whispers and speculation, you continued to navigate through the mundane routines, all while maintaining an air of enigmatic detachment.
kai's presence became a constant in your life, his charming yet unsettling demeanor a persistent reminder of the darkness that lurked within both of you. he appeared at unexpected moments, as if drawn to your aura like a moth to a flame. each interaction was a delicate dance of veiled intentions and probing questions.
one evening, as the moon hung low in the sky, you found yourself alone in a dimly lit park. the air was cool and heavy with the scent of fallen leaves, and the sound of rustling echoed through the stillness. unbeknownst to you, kai had silently materialized beside you, his footsteps betraying his presence.
“beautiful night, isn't it?” his voice was smooth and captivating, like a melody that lured you in. you glanced at him with an almost imperceptible nod, acknowledging his presence without letting your guard down. “it's a night like any other.”
kai chuckled softly, the sound carrying a hint of amusement. “you know, most people would find this kind of darkness unsettling, but i have a feeling you and i see eye to eye on that.”
a ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of your lips. “darkness has its own allure. it reveals the truth that daylight hides.”
kai's eyes gleamed with a mixture of intrigue and approval. “you've got an interesting way of looking at things. tell me, what other truths do you think the darkness reveals?”
as the conversation flowed, you found yourselves exchanging stories of the shadows that had shaped your lives, each revelation drawing you both closer to the twisted bond you were weaving. your words were laced with shared understanding and unspoken agreements, a dance of minds that reveled in the depths of darkness.
days turned into nights, and nights into weeks. your interactions with kai grew more frequent and intense, a relentless game of psychological chess. you reveled in the way he hung onto your every word, the way his eyes followed your every move. the tension between you was palpable, a current of electricity that crackled beneath the surface.
one evening, as the two of you stood on a rooftop overlooking the town, kai's gaze bore into yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. “you're different, you know. i've met my fair share of twisted minds, but there's something about you that's— magnetic.”
you turned to face him, your eyes locking onto his with a predatory glint. “magnetism can be a dangerous thing, kai. it can pull you in before you even realize you're trapped.”
kai's lips curved into a smirk. “and what if i told you i don't mind being trapped?” the challenge in his tone ignited something within you, a hunger for a connection that transcended the boundaries of the ordinary.
the subtle hum of magic lingered in the air, underscoring the confrontation between you, kai, and nonnie bennett. the bond between you and him had grown stronger, fueled by your shared darkness and insatiable thirst for power. it was a dangerous alliance, one that teetered on the edge of chaos.
“you're both twisted beyond belief,” bonnie spat, her voice laced with disdain. “you think you're powerful? you're just pathetic.”
kai's eyes flickered with a mixture of amusement and annoyance, his lips curling into a wicked smile. “you're always full of delightful compliments, bonnie.”
your gaze remained locked onto her's, a glint of challenge in your eyes. she had always been a thorn in your side, a beacon of righteousness that clashed with your own dark inclinations. but this alliance with kai had given you an edge, a way to finally show her the depths of your power.
“you think you can intimidate me?” bonnie scoffed, her posture defensive. “you're just a shadow, a hollow vessel for magic. there's nothing truly formidable about you.”
a dangerous smirk curved your lips, a calculated glint in your eyes. without a word, you raised your hand, fingers curling with intention. the room trembled as you summoned the power around you, channeling it into a surge of magic that wrapped around bonnie like a vice.
her eyes widened in shock as she struggled against the magical bonds that held her. “what are you doing?”
kai's eyes sparkled with interest, his gaze shifting between you and bonnie. “oh, this is going to be fun.”
with a flick of your wrist, you unleashed the siphoning, a rush of energy flowing from her into you. her screams echoed in the confined space as you fed on her magic, reveling in the surge of power coursing through your veins. it was an intoxicating dance, a macabre symphony of pain and empowerment.
and then, in a split second, something changed. bonnie's struggles grew weaker, her screams fading into gasps. your grip on her magic tightened, but another force took hold of you—a surge of emotions that had been absent from your life for so long. as her magic dwindled and her struggles grew weaker, a cruel smile played on your lips. you had no intention of showing mercy. with a final surge of energy, you twisted the magic, tearing bonnie's essence apart until all that remained was a lifeless shell.
kai's eyes widened in shock as he watched the grisly display, his lips parting in a mixture of awe and a dawning realization. as the echoes of bonnie's final screams faded, the room fell into an eerie silence, the aftermath of your ruthless display of power evident in the lifeless surroundings.
kai's voice was a mixture of astonishment and something else—a fascination that bordered on admiration. “you're not just powerful—you're merciless.”
you turned to him, your gaze meeting his with an unsettling blend of triumph and satisfaction. “power is meaningless without the will to use it.”
in the midst of the darkness that defined your alliance, a rare moment of quiet intimacy unfolded between you and kai. the two of you found yourselves alone, the air heavy with a charged tension that seemed to have taken a backseat to something else—a connection that had been growing beneath the surface.
under the canopy of stars, you and kai stood in a moonlit garden. the same garden where jo and alaric's ill-fated wedding had once taken place. the memory of that day lingered in the air, a reminder of the chaos you had wrought.
kai's eyes met yours, and for a moment, there was a vulnerability in his gaze that you hadn't seen before. “you know, i've never been one for sentimentality, but being around you, it's different.”
your heart, a place you had long believed was empty, felt an unfamiliar stir. the lines between power and emotion blurred, and you found yourself looking at him in a way that was both unfamiliar and strangely compelling.
“kai—” you started, your voice softer than you had intended.
je took a step closer, his fingers brushing against yours. “i never thought i'd say this to anyone, but i think i love you.”
his confession hung in the air, the weight of it settling between you like a promise or a curse. for the first time in your life, your feelings for someone had grown beyond the bounds of power and darkness. the internal struggle was evident in your eyes, a war between your newfound emotions and your insatiable thirst for control.
you leaned in, your lips meeting his in a kiss that appeared to hold a depth of emotion that might rival the darkness that had brought you together. for a fleeting moment, it felt like a surrender to something that had always eluded you—a connection that transcended your need for power.
but then, as the kiss deepened, a sinister edge crept into your touch. your fingers brushed against his, your magic subtly intertwining with his own. kai pulled back, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.
“what are you—”
the siphoning was swift and unexpected, a betrayal that cut through the quiet night like a blade. kai's eyes widened in shock as you drained his magic, the power that had defined him slipping away into your grasp.
“no,” he breathed, his voice laced with disbelief. “you– you can't—"”
your eyes remained fixed on his, your expression unyielding as you continued to siphon his magic, watching as his strength waned and his struggles grew feeble. it was a cold, calculated act—an act of dominance that echoed your insatiable hunger for control.
and then, as his body slumped to the ground, his lifeless eyes staring into nothingness, an unexpected emotion washed over you—an emotion you had never felt before. guilt. regret.
you knelt beside him, your fingers trembling as you reached out to touch his lifeless face. “i love you too, kai.”
it was a whisper, a confession that carried more weight than any amount of power ever could. you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, the gesture carrying an intimacy that belied the chaos of the situation.
as you stood and walked away, the guilt clung to you like a shadow, a reminder of the boundaries that had been crossed and the cost of your unquenchable thirst for power. and as the darkness of the garden enveloped you, the echo of kai's last words lingered in the air, a haunting reminder of the fragile balance between desire and consequence.
but what else was there to say? you were never really much of a romantic at heart.
#tvd#the vampire diaries#the vampire diaries angst#the originals#legacies#kai parker#kai parker angst#kai parker x reader#kai parker fluff#kai parker smut#x reader#angst
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Red
kai parker x reader
summary: for forty years, kai only knew three shades of red. however, he finally finds his fourth and favorite the year he settles into a new life in mystic falls.
tags: christmas / holidays, dysfunctional family, minor character death (kai's mom & siblings), loneliness, crushes, christmas party, cheek kiss, first kiss, soft (& shy) kai by the end
word count: 1.4k
a/n: i'm not sure this fic makes any sense, but it's the only christmas-y thing i conjured up this year. i hope it comes out in writing as well as it did in my head. <3
kai always hated christmas
everything about it, from the bright colors, to the overexcited children, to the dramatic traditions, to the overplayed movies
his family participated in all of it. even when they treated him like an outcast, they still expected him to join in on christmas festivities
there’s even the time his mother forced him and his sister to wear matching sweaters
they were red in color, his favorite, but heavy, and his mom was all too excited over having her twin, teenage children dressed alike as she had them dressed as toddlers
jo wasn’t any happier about it, but wore it and forced a picture for their mom’s sake
immediately after christmas, kai stripped himself of the sweater and tossed it in a bin for next year, in case he’d be forced to wear it again
but there was no sweater next year, nor was there barely a christmas, because five months into the new year, their mom had died
that year, christmas was still full of red, but it wasn’t the same festive, jolly shade that his mother enjoyed
it was, instead, a bright flame of anger, carried all year by their father. wounded by his wife’s passing, he cursed the world for taking her
for eighteen years, red was a color of joy, before it turned to pain. after their mother’s demise, it became a reminder of death
then almost two years to the date of his wife’s death became the that of the same for four children. the middle ones, survived by the two sets of twins, older and younger
the crimson stains on the once white walls were a constant reminder of the treacherous day
the day he had taken it too far; the day he had finally snapped
for eighteen years, red became to exist only in the shade of blood
it had since been cleaned off the doors and windows, but it could never be erased from the mind
in the eternal prison, it remained. a reminder of the crime that got him sent away; a reminder of the family to which he never belonged
it should’ve softened him, over time, to be reminded of such a thing, but it hardened him more, instead
two escaped, the youngest twins, and lived their lives, while he was left forgotten and alone
kai bets may 10th is his father’s modern day christmas, for now it must be the only day he remembers he has an eldest son
all other days, he’s been forgotten, omit the one he was drawn out from his room by his mother
the christmas before he escapes (unbeknownst to him), he wonders what shade of red occupies his father’s mind: his mother’s love, his own rage, or his son’s bloodshed?
kai then wonders if he’ll ever see another shade himself, or if all he’ll ever know are those tainted by his family
the following year contains more excitement than kai’s ever seen in his life
he manages to escape his father’s prison, completes the merge he was denied, and carves out a corner of life for himself in the little town of mystic falls
throughout the summer, he tries to integrate himself into the supernatural cliches around town, but fitting in with potential friends proves to be as difficult as fitting in with his family was
kai’s tempted to give up; to go back to chaos-causing, as he’s seemingly best at doing, but then he meets you
he sees you first on one chilly, autumn night, teasing a bright red lollipop between your teeth and tongue
you listen intently to your friend, caroline, kai recognizes, and only stop sucking to comment when your friend comes to a pause
he watches you, admiring your beauty and the sparkle in your eye, and realizes only too late that he’s staring
you catch his gaze and politely smile, but when caroline follows your line of sight, she suggests you move seats
kai’s interest in you only grows after that night
the second time he sees you, you swirl a red coffee cup in your hands
it’s empty, but you hold onto it until you can find a recycling bin, and in the meantime, you carry on down the street
feeling a pair of eyes on you, you turn, and gasp in surprise at the familiar face watching you
kai interprets your sound as fear, but it isn’t at all
“sorry,” he apologies, “you’re just… really pretty”
the sparkle in your eye returns, and a sudden red blush matches the cup in your hands. “thank you…?”
“kai”
“kai,” you repeat, “y/n.”
he tastes your name in his lips, repeating it as you did his
“see you around, kai,” you smile, tossing your cup and disappearing from sight
soon, christmas is nearing
kai is anxious
his last twenty years have been painted red over and over, his father’s flame of anger dethroned by his own apt for violence
but while he doesn’t remember the apple-red love of his mother all that much, he can’t deny the hole in his heart he has to feel that again
even if it was a lie, the faux tenderness from his mother is something he chases
he feels it from you, a girl he barely knows, yet finds himself desiring
maybe it’s the kindness that seems to radiate from your soul; maybe it’s the twinkle in your eyes, or the redness in your cheeks
whatever it is, kai craves it
the next time he sees you, kai isn’t expecting it
he’s not expecting any of it, to be honest
but there he found himself, knocking on the door of the salvatore house, after being invited to a christmas party
damon was the one to tell him about it, but he slipped up and made kai swear not to tell that he knows, y/n practically begged the vampire to invite the young witch
unsure what made you want his presence, but definitely not missing the chance to see you, kai said yes to the invite
caroline is the one to greet him
she offers a cocktail, which he accepts
nervous, for reasons he doesn’t understand
but then he sees you and fights the urge to down the drink in one gulp
you stand by the fireplace, your own drink in hand, talking to a group of good friends
your lips are painted red with a perfect gloss to match your sweater. it stains the side of your glass, leaving a kiss-shaped mark on the side
kai swallows, stunned by your beauty, and then again, at the realization that he’s here because you wanted him there
as soon as you catch him out of the corner of your eye, you pause your conversation and excuse yourself to see him
your friends dissipate. none of them greet him, still uneasy, but they don’t try to persuade you from going up to him, as if that’s a battle they know they’ve already lost
“you came!” you say, “i was hoping you would”
“i couldn’t deny your invitation, even if most of the people in here hate me.” he glances around. his sisters stand close to the bar; his prison world companions watch him carefully from the kitchen; the last human of mystic falls shoots an angry glare as he leaves the bathroom
“they’ll get over it,” you shrug
“why did you invite me? i mean, thank you, for inviting me, but why?”
“it’s christmas,” you tell him simply, “the perfect season for second chances. now come on, follow me”
kai stays with you all night, getting to know you and meeting your friends. he’s shared jokes, and offered drinks, and eaten cookies. he’s introduced to past-enemies, now friends, and promised he could share that same title, too, if he wants
by the end of the night, a huge smile has found its way on his face
you make it permanent with a red kiss to his cheek, lipstick staining his face right below his cheekbone
it totally catches him off guard, but when he sees it in the mirror, his heart starts to feel funny. something tingles in his stomach at the feeling of your lips on him
when the guests start to go home, they swear that in the coming days, they’ll all see each other again soon
y/n asks kai specifically if he’d want to meet her for coffee sometime, just the two of them, to which he happily agrees
they part on a kiss to the lips, his move, and the red blush takes up residency in her cheeks once again
for the first time in twenty years, red is a happy shade again
but for the first time in forever, he actually feels loved
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the cherry red of promise; of second chances, and what could be
the red of her kindness is the last he ever wants to see
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2012 TMNT x ROTTMNT Crossover Idea Thingy (Disaster Twins Edition)
So Basically, Donnie And Leo Hear Through The Ye Ol Grapevine That Big Mama Has Got Her Hands On A Rather Interesting Mystical Doohickey That Will Supposedly Summon Skilled Fighters For Her Battle Nexus From Other Timelines/Universe's.
The Twins Basically Go Fuck It We Ball To This And Start To Plan A Little Recon Mission, Cause Honestly Sounds Fake But Bet. And Well Since This Recon Mission Happens To Land On Their Twins Only Bonding Day They Might As Well Confused The Fuck Outta Anyone At The Hotel Who Manages To See Them. So They Pull The One Prank Every Set Of Twins/Siblings Has To Pull At Least Once, Pretend To Be The Other, Or More Specifically Two Leos.
Rise Donnie Goes Full Cosplay On This Shit, My Guy Has A Battle Shell Made To Look Exactly Like Leos Shell, He Paints On Leo's Markings, He's Wearing One Of Leo's Spare Blue Bandanas And Each Twin Has One Of Leo's Mystic Katanas (A Back Up Escape Plan In Case Things Go Sideways) And A Normal Replica Katana. Donnie Looks Like A Mirror Image Of Leo, Granted Donnie And Leo's Red And Blue Eyes Have Always Mirrored The Others.
They Get To Big Mama's Hotel And The Plans Going Well Enough So They Split Up (Keeping In Touch Via Mind Meld/Twin Telepathy BS) To Look For More Information, This Leads To Donnie Getting Found And The Plan Changing To Donnie Playing Distraction For Big Mama Via Fighting In The Battle Nexus (The Twins Aren't Too Scared Because Leo Can Teleport Donnie Out If Things Get Dicey And Donnie Can Fight Perfectly Fine Without Any High Tech/Mystic Stuffs Anyhow) And Leo Looking For Any Concrete Info/Mystic Doohickey That Is Possibly Summoning Potentially Dangerous Fuckers.
Now The 2012 Bois On The Other Hand Have No Idea What The Shit Is Going On, It's Been A Shitty Day Okay Man? They Were Just Minding Their Business Then The Next Thing They Know Is Weird Glowy Hamato Clan Symbols Appear Underneath Them And Then One World's Worst Uber Ride Later They Are In A Not So Graceful Turtle Pile On The Floor In Front Of A Giant Spider Mutant Who Just Called Them "Turtly-Boos~".
Said Giant Spider Lady Oh So Kindly Informed Them (In Words That Mikey Is Pretty Sure Aren't Real) That They Will Be Her New Battle Nexus Champions, Which Leads Them To Where They Are Now Sitting In Holding Cell Waiting To Be Sent Out Into Some Sort Of Underground Mutant Gladiator Pitt Still Woozy From Previously Mentioned 0/5 Star Uber Ride And Thoroughly Done™ With The Day.
Now You See Leo Has Outsmarted Big Mama A Few Too Many Times In Her Opinion And She Isn't Above Setting Him Up In A Four Against One Fight, Because Well What's More Fun Than One Ninja Turtly-Boo Throwing Hands With People? Why Five Ninja Turtly-Boos Fighting Each Other Of Course!
Donnie Is Just Vibing With The Chaos At This Point (The Fights He's Been In So Far Weren't Too Hard To Be Completely Honest) And The Ring Is Empty At The Moment, The Announcer Going On A Long Winded Spiel About The Next Opponents That Donnie Had Long Since Tuned Out In Favor Of Touching Base With Leo On His Progress. Leo Apparently Had Confirmed The Existence Of The Aforementioned Mystic Doohickey And Worse He Found Out It's Already Been Used At Least Once And He's Currently Planing On How To Steal It Since They're Already Here.
Donnie Is About To Respond When His Four New Opponents Appear. Some Rather Familiar Looking Color Coded Turtles Who May Or May Not Be Ninjas... Shit. Well That Answers What The Mystic Doohickey Does And Well Donnie Has Always Wondered If He'd Win In A Fight Against An Alternate Version Of Himself... So He Raises The Katanas And Sends Leo A Simple But Clear Message, "You Owe Me $20 The Multiverse Is Real And I'm About To Four V One Our Alternative Selves."
(That's All I Got Tbh, Otherwise My Brain Says Donnie Fights For Appearances And Well Fun (They Are The Disaster Twins After All) As Leo Attempts To Get The Mystic Doohickey Before They Call Off Stealing The Mystic Doohickey For Now Before Alternate Turtle Bros Get Hurt, Leo Teleports To Donnie Then Portals Them All Out Of The Battle Nexus And Back To The Lair Where Leo And Donnie Do Rock Paper Scissors Over Who Has To Tell Dad And Raph What Went Down. 2k12 Bros Are Trying To Figure Out Why This Universe Has Two Leo's And No Donnie To Be Seen, Miscommunication Ensues Via The Twin Just Going With It. Rise Fam Are This 👌 Close To Putting The Twins On Child Leashes.)
#this has been in my head for so long#rottmnt#tmnt 2k12#rottmnt disaster twins#rottmnt leo#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt big mama#random mystic bullshit for plot reasons#the twins are menaces and they will drag Mikey April or the Caseys into their tom fuckery depending on whos most willing#2k12 bois are the equivalent of the teen who just woke up meme#the rottmnt bois are literally supersoldiers and i want people to acknowledge that more often#rottmnt x 2012#Captain's Posts
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Cherish
Fandom: Mystic Messenger
Pairing: SE Saeran x Reader
Category: Fluff
Warnings: X
Word count: 1000
Summary: “What did you just say?” His eyes glared back in bewilderment, unable to accept what has fallen over your lips.
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“What did you just say?” His eyes glared back in bewilderment, unable to accept what has fallen over your lips.
You stared back as the embarrassment kept your body paralyzed, feeling the tips of your ears pulse due to the hammering heartbeat behind your chest. It wasn't your intention to spill like this, nor put the redhead with minty colored eyes on the spot out of the blue. Your eyes went back and forth, seeing the thousand questions that must've raised into his head afterwards. The conflict of believing the thing you said. It's like a contest of whoever broke the intimacy first would lose, the tension in the air only added up to the uncomfortable atmosphere inside the kitchen.
The last time you've been tense, seeing him that caught off guard was the moment Saeyoung cheered how you'll move in for at least a few months. His reaction had been similar back then. Eyes wide in disbelief as he kept going back and forth between his brother and you. You tried your best to smile, remembering how it came out crooked because of the bland response of shrugging shoulders later. To this day you're unsure what it meant, what his opinion on your company was. Some things never changed, you figured.
You really, really didn't mean putting it into the room that way. Yet there's no turning back time, if there would be, you'd be the first to use it and get undone what you've been incapable of holding hidden. He stood at the kitchen counter, turned to the side while preparing a drink for himself. The pink color hinted that he used strawberry syrup, your strawberry syrup even, and that to your surprise. The late night kept the bunker silent, the older twin probably deep in the land of dreams already. Not aware of the chaos in both his roommate and brother's minds.
When stumbling upon his shape inside the kitchen from your way back to the bedroom, you couldn't help but sneak a peek. He'd been absorbed to make the drink taste well, last time he'd used a syrup he mumbled complains about it being too tasteless. Originally you longed to take a quick look, watch his body move fluently without the pressure of other eyes at first, but then he'd turned his head into your direction. And with that barrier down, somehow the words tumbled out of your mouth. Locking your feet with the floor. Staring back as his eyes widened.
You licked your lips wet, shaking your head unconsciously. Should you truly repeat it? He'd got the hang of the meaning, otherwise he wouldn't gloom over the way he did. There's no point for a second wave of shame crashing down onto you. He still stood stiff, however. As if you'd slapped him across the face in a verbal manner. Letting you know there's no escape, that's why you tore your head away, studying the pattern of the floor instead. Voice wavering harder than before.
“I said..” You took a deep breath, feeling red color creep over your cheeks. “I cherish you.”
He narrowed the stare like the expected you to change it up and avoid you both dipping deeper into unbearable tension. Yet you found no strength to lie, you meant what you told him. If he's happy or not's beyond your power to decide on, all you could do's stand there. Wait for him to make a choice and set you both into motion.
His voice tore slightly at the edges. “Don't say crap like that.” You bit down your lower lip, he almost sounded sad now.
You pressed your fingers to the palm of the other hand, suddenly feeling a certain calm inside your heart. “But I mean it,” You stated quietly. “I do cherish you a lot.”
“It's late. You're sentimental.” He sighed, taking his steps towards the door where you stood. Your heart began to race once more as he's close enough to smell his scent. Something about it reminded you of nature, of something true rather than fake smell. He then pushed the glass to your chest, a look swimming inside his eyes you couldn't identify.
He leaned in an inch, tips of red hair almost touching your forehead. “Go back to bed.” He said and let you catch the glass. Luckily reflexes made you grab it while unidentifiable noises left your mouth.
Sadly, when you turned, he was back in his room with the door closed softly. You looked down at the drink, cool glass a welcome change against your heated skin. You then sighed. Taking a slip. And who would've thought, it's the right amount of sweetness. With a last stolen gaze towards his private walls, you walked back to your own room. Wondering what exalted he thought of you now, how he interpreted the meaning of your confession. You smiled to yourself after going back to bed. No windows available, you sat down at the edge after turning on the bedside lamp.
Your attention fell back to the drink. A little bell rang in the back of your head since you're awake before him. Surely, he'd seen the light inside the bathroom. Apart from the fact that he'd never been a big fan of syrup to begin with. It dawned on you then. The smile on your face turning brighter, knowing why exactly he'd prepared a strawberry drink in the first place. Did that mean he felt the same? Hopefully he realized that you cared for him deeply even if his heart couldn't believe it yet.
You smoothed yourself by taking another, longer sip. Sweet strawberry filled out your mouth and helped you collecting thoughts, thinking the future will settle for you both one day. As much time as needed, you'd allow him to take it all. Perhaps he's slow. But he's a good guy. And you liked him to know how happy he could make you in both the simple and complicated moments of life.
#mystic messenger#mm#saeran#saeran choi#mystic messenger saeran#au#saeran x mc#ff#one shot#saeran x reader#se saeran x mc#se saeran x reader#se searan#secret ending#secret ending saeran#fluff#soft#fanfic
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Strange Nights | Vampire!Dr Strange x Y/n
Stephen felt very much at peace after giving up the title of sorcerer supreme and settling back into the old habits of a surgeon. He had thought being a vampire would be a major drawback until it had healed his hands. Until he had people who he could call family. However, once he laid his eyes on her, he was back into the chaos of the mystic world he had so called forsaken.
Y/n Henley, a twenty year orphan; lives in a world where the Avengers suddenly disappeared after bringing an end to a zombie apocalypse. When her father dies, her estranged uncle welcomes her to live with his family in the Rockport. And when she decides to do so, the spiral of events sets her together with the man she had been looking of in another life.
⚠️Few chapters depict blood, violence and adult content
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How it began...
Dr. Stephen Strange, the Sorcerer Supreme, one of the survivors of a zombie apocalypse wielded the Time Stone to venture into different possibilities of how the apocalypse would end. The most effective way is to broadcast the energy of Mind, Soul and Power Stones together to revert the zombies into humans. But every victory comes with a price to pay - a price which he hasn’t made his new-found-team aware of. Though there wouldn’t be zombies anymore, other supernatural beings - vampires and werewolves - shall begin to rise. Was it was due to mutations caused in certain affected and unaffected humans or due to awakening of legends that were just considered fictional and mythological? Supernaturals, which they shall effectively keep under control unlike the zombies but they might be turning into them in their fight against them. But remembering the near demise of the universe, he believed in atomising the Infinity stones and; restricting witchcraft and mystic arts for the best of the world.
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▪︎ Y/N Henley (YFN YLN)
▪︎ Jane Henley (Jane Angelique Collins)
A witch who had fled from her coven. Then worked as army nurse where she met Mathew and eventually married him. She dies in a suicidal car crash.
▪︎ Mathew(Matt) Henley
After the 2018 zombie apocalypse ended, he worked in the army. Few years after marrying Jane, settles in the Town of Rockport. Has no idea of supernatural world around him.
▪︎ Charles Henley
Twin brother to Mathew. Numbers were his life until he fell for his brother's wife Jane. After their daughter, Y/N, manifested powers beyond him imagination, he turns to mystic arts to for help.
▪︎ Rachael Henley
Daughter of Mathew and Jane. Works as a nurse in the local hospital to feel close to what remained of her mother. Is imprinted by a werewolf though he has no idea that his family were once the Avengers.
▪︎ Jade Collins
Werewolf by birth. Was adopted by Steve and Natasha after their team ambushed an unruly pack of werewolves. They took the surving teenager to help them learn the new ways after being bitten by the werewolves during the fight. When he moves into Rockport, he finds Rachael as his mate.
#Dr Strange#dr stephen strange#doctor strange#Doctor Stephen Strange#dr strange fanfiction#dr strange x reader#dr strange imagine#dr strange x you#dr strange x y/n#dr strange x fem!reader#Stephen Strange#stephen strange x reader#stephen strange imagine#stephen strange x y/n#dr stephen strange x reader#dr stephen strange x y/n#vampire#vampire dr strange#paranormal romance#MCU fanfiction#multiverse
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YOU LITERALLY MADE THIS POST A YEAR AGO ABOUT GILES X ETHAN SET TO TWIN SIZED MATTRESS but i thought i was alone in thinking this.
“It's no big surprise you turned out this way/When they close their eyes and prayed you would change/And they cut your hair, and sent you away/You stopped by my house the night you escaped/With tears in my eyes, I begged you to stay/You said, "Hey man, I love you, but no fucking way!"
LIKEEEEE…that’s literally about giles returning to the council after Randalls death. Im chewing fiberglass. Sorry .
AHHH SORRY I TOOK AGES TO RESPOND TO THIS ANON BUT YOU'RE SO RIGHT!!!! literally them it makes me feel insane. sooo glad you get it too
'i wanna contribute to the chaos' um. do i even need to explain why that's literally ethan hello.
my main ethan/giles playlist is on my old spotify account and going through some reshuffling atm so while i may share it at some point i can't now... HOWEVER i did recently start a playlist of more. time accurate songs that i could see them acc listening to, so if anyone is interested in that here it is 👀and will keep being updated hopefully 👍
but like. anon literally just listen to sway by the rolling stones. literally ethan's song i promise you
#buffy the vampire slayer#btvs#rupert giles#ethan rayne#giles x ethan#in regards to twin sized mattress - i feel like because of the magic/drugs allegory a lottt of songs about addiction fit them#which is great cos that's a topic ppl write about a lot lol#ok also i was gonna talk about the cut off dates for the songs and how i wanted it to be 1978 because that's when randall's death happened#but um. i can't find info for that date so i very well could have made that up lol#in any case it doesn't matter because don't bring me down is from 79 but i had to put it on... it's such an ethan song#on giles' wiki page it says he accepted his duty of being a watcher in 1980 so lets go with that as the cut off. anything 70s goes :)#also i'm sorryyy there are 3 rolling stones songs on it but they all work so well. there are also 3 bowie songs so i'm not just being biase#need to listen to more punk too cos ik that is what giles would have been listening to... however i do not that much#asks#marchibald's
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superhero shows/movies
the umbrella academy
name: jasmine lin / the mosaic
ship: diego hargreeves
faceclaim: stephanie hsu
powers: glass manipulation, mirror travel, minor sound manipulation
summary: As one of 43 surprise births in 1989, Jasmine was a surprise to her parents. They kept her only for a few months before she was abandoned outside of an orphanage. Her strange powers caused her to be left in isolation. Never adopted, the hyalokinetic leaves the orphanage in her past after being kicked out at 18. In her 20s, she separately meets Diego and Klaus Hargreeves. Her life plateus as she opens up her own cafe and settles comfortable into routine - then Five Hargreeves throws her life a curve ball.
marvel
name: ava booker / sundrian
ship: sam wilson x bucky barnes
faceclaim: kim go eun
species: mutant
powers: advanted telekinesis, radar detection, temporary telekinetic enhancements.
summary: Between S.H.I.E.L.D and lock-up, Ava Booker chose the lesser of two evils. Neither were ideal, but at least at S.H.I.E.L.D she could pretend she was doing some good. After seemingly pushing her academy supervisor to the edge, he offers a challenge to her so-called ‘skills’: get into the avengers building and back out, with one of their S.H.I.E.L.D security cards in hand. It’s almost too easy for her. However, the glory doesn’t last when Fury pits her training the Avengers; since, quoting her, they were ‘completely unequipped to deal with mutants’.
name: farrah swyft / parhelion
ship: joaquin torres
faceclaim: hannah van der westhuysen
species: mutant
powers: absolute light manipulation + generation, glowing, night vision, blindness inducement.
summary: Farrah Swyft came from money. The Swyfts were up there with the Worthingtons and the Osborns, rubbing elbows with the wealthy in whatever city they were living in at the time; or, at least, her parents did while their twin daughters, Farrah and Delilah, were shipped off to an Australian boarding school. That was the past now though, Farrah had long since left that ‘life of luxury’ behind, ever since her family discovered she was a mutant. At eighteen, she pulled out just enough money to get her to Westchester, particularly the aptly named ‘school for the gifted’. Parhelion would never pass Jean Grey, but she was happy to be Xavier’s ‘second best’, even if she never truly took on that ‘X-Man’ title for herself.
name: ilena strophalos
ship: wanda maximoff
faceclaim: melissanthi mahut
species: demigod, daughter of hecate
powers: fear illusion, canine transformation, moonlight empowerment, ghost-speaking, levitation, minor umbrakinesis, teleportation via summoning.
summary: She cares nothing of heroes, that is what is to be said of Ilena Strophalos. She was no hero herself but she carried names upon her shoulders, as all the infamous do. She was the moonstone, the crossroad’s queen, hecate’s child. She cares nothing of heroes, but witchcraft is her mother’s right and Ilena stands with the sorcerers and witch and mages. When chaos magic comes to life in their realm, Ilena finds its essence in the ruins of Sokovia. Hecate and Ilena are no strangers to Chthon, and the wielder of his magics must be protected lest they unleash him upon the world. So Ilena is tasked with a mission: to search the mystic locals and find chaos’ host, and if she must deal with heroes to do so, then so be it.
name: marie-ange ‘mar’ carnahan / maverick
ship: natasha romanoff
faceclaim: alycia debnam-carey
species: human, supersoldier (s.h.i.e.l.d. serum)
powers: artificially enhanced physiology, enhanced strength/durability/reflexes, mildly enhanded speed/stamina/agility, regenerative healing.
summary: Marie-Ange Carnahan’s life changed at 16 when her father died. A military man and the only person Mar would ever consider her parent. His death upended Mar’s life and witnessing it destroyed her older sister, Aurore. The sisters spiralled; after years, Mar finally pulls her head in. She manages to graduate high school and turns her gaze to S.H.I.E.L.D, her father had once spoken highly of the agency. She trains extensively and graduates almost top of her class at the operations academy. She was on a good path, until her diagnosis: a brain tumour, quickly discovered to be inoperable. Mar wouldn’t go down without a fight. Stubbornness lead her to a follow the quiet whisperings to S.H.I.E.L.D’s labs, to a supersoldier experiment that was just getting legs. She’d be their guinea pig, she’d sign any paper so long as her sister would be cared for in the case of her death. Experimentation comes with difficulty, but Mar prevails. ‘Liberty’, she becomes, though she hates the name. It’s just something of a ‘shame’ that Steve Rogers is un-iced before she ever debutes.
name: salōte ‘sasha’ esau / arcane
ship: valkyrie
faceclaim: luciane buchanan
species: human, trained in mystic arts
powers: eldrich magic, tao mandalas, kamar-taj mystic tools
summary: Sālote Esau, or ‘Sasha‘ as she preferred, had once had little care in the world. She didn’t have much vision towards her future, she was happy to glide by through life, allowing herself whatever pleasures. Then the other foot drops. Out of nowhere, a heart attack hits her, something to do with a defect from birth that her parents had never told her about. Surgery goes well, but Sasha is shaken, her mind doesn’t heal as quickly as her body does. She’s a recluse, until she discovers Kamar-taj. Determined that she could be helped there, she heads off. It takes years, successes and failures, but eventually she becomes 'Arcane of the mystic arts'. If she could’ve ever figured out working her sling ring properly, maybe she wouldn’t have ended up flung across space, ending up on some trash-hole planet called ‘Sakaar’.
name: dr leta ‘letty’ shivers
ship: steve rogers
faceclaim: kirby howell
species: human(?)
powers: clairaudient
summary: Doctor Leta ‘Letty’ Shivers was normal. Really, she was! Okay, she had an odd surname that sounded ‘perfectly villainous’ when coupled with her doctorate; and maybe sometimes she heard things that weren’t actually there. But she was normal! Maybe. Hopefully. At least she didn’t have to mention it when she interviewed for her S.H.I.E.L.D position. She likes her job, she likes a lot of her fellow agents, she even gets close with renowned geneticist Helen Cho! It’s a shame that working with S.H.I.E.L.D is exactly what gets her sucked into the Avengers’ business and standing in a Wakanda lab in 2018 with an ominous snapping in her ear as aliens, once again, descend onto earth.
[ mcu recast ]
dc
name: cosima clayborne / patchwork
ship: bruce wayne / batman
faceclaim: alaqua cox
summary: Cosima Clayborne never intended to become some vigilante type, but living in a city like Gotham, it was almost fated. She gets lucky in the form of befriending Selina Kyle, working alongside her to pay her bills that were quickly stacking up. It’s a shame her assistant job didn’t fully pay the bills, but it at least gets her introduced to Bruce Wayne during an art show. Patchwork, at most, is an irritant more than any real dastardly criminal problem in Gotham. To give credit to her skills where it’s due though, her colour-shifting, borderline invisible suit is a masterwork. The Batman is sure he can lure her to the heroic side, but she seems more interested in him than any of that.
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Phra Ngang Powerful Amulet Pendant. Phaya Ngang Great Treasure Mystical insulation material, Charming, Reverend LP Watchara, Wat Tham Twin, Kanchanaburi
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Recommendations
Video, political where a woman talks about money and I can’t describe stuff but it’s amazing
Moodboard by @cupids-crystals- A Draco x Hufflepuff moodboard
Marauders new year fluff blurbs- by @comfortscripts (Sirius,James,remus)
Sad regulus- a blurb about Reggies sad life by @scorpiwrites
Astoria’s masterlist- I realized it would be easier just to add the master list since I love all of her fics so much @scandalous-chaos
Not mine- @dracoslittlesunflower this person recommended stuff so I put it here (if you don’t want me to have it here I can take it down)
Not mine - recommendations by @handsomelydarkgreen (this is mainly so I can read later)
Cute draco blurb by @dr4cking - A rainy cuddle day with draco
Sleepover by @midnighttmarauder -marauders era!sirius black x reader. The boys spend the night at the girls dorm and you get to cuddle with Sirius
A bit of help would be nice by @comfortscripts - Sirius black x reader. Sirius jealousy and a detention alone reveals the hidden feelings you both have held for each other.
@aslut4andrewgarfield - a account for the slutty babes. I’ve only read a few of their fics but I love them already
Wingman - by @storiesforallfandoms
- a yungblud x reader fanfiction where you are MGK little sister and he sets you up with dom. I just honestly love this one and it’s been on my mind for days. It’s the best yungblud fic I’ve read.
His Hufflepuff- by @ama0310
- a amazing fic. Has been one of my favorite for as long as I’ve been on tumblr. About draco falling in love with a hufflepuff.
Tom riddle smut -by @hpimaginesandblurbs
- friends with benefits, jealous reader and smut with Tom. What happens when Tom sees you’re jealous.
After all this time - by @httpbakugou
- Fred Weasley, angst to fluff. Fred breaks up with you unknowing to you being pregnant. What happens when you save him in the battle and he comes back a year later to say thank you and meets his twins. (Favorite Fred fics)
Every little detail- by @scandalous-chaos
- regulus black x reader where they’re super close, fluff. This is amazing and super cute
Cause I don’t want you like a best friend - by @winterwisteria
- friends to lovers with Sirius. Mutual pinning, angst, jealousy, fluff
Our dreams- by @mirclealignr
- Sirius black angst to fluff. When y/n wanted to move somewhere else with Sirius it causes complications when Sirius wants to stay. Su where v*ldy never killed then :)
Shadows of the night- by @velvetcloxds
- reader helps post Azkaban Sirius black. (One of my favorites and just amazing writing)
Muggle devices- by @cupids-crystals
- Reggie fluff. You teach him how to use a phone.
Schat- kaz brekkar fic - by @amourology
- after learning y/n does not speak kerch, kaz gives her a nickname in his native language that makes her want to pull her hair out - without ever knowing its real meaning.
Cherry- by @mendesxruel
- this is just so amazing. James potter fic where he calls you a nickname in another language.
They’re not the only ones - by @maximoff-pan
- Benedict and y/n judge others from the side lines 4 times, 4 times where those people were obvious to others feelings. Yet they both are obvious to each other’s feelings.
Just friends- by @mystic-writings
- mutual pining with prince caspian. When jealousy overtakes you a secret is revealed. Angst to fluff
53 minutes and 55 seconds - by @fan-fictent
- Robin Buckley x reader. Steve called the gay
Robin, gay, amazing- by @leossmoonn
- you’re relationship with Steve is perfect, until you start having feeling with Robin Buckley.
When in Rome- by @sleekervae
Based off of this fic idea by me! This is part one and it’s amazing!
When I’m Rome pt 2
- Part two of the fic above
When In Rome pt 3
- Part 3 for the fic above
Comfort - by @nevilleismywhore
- a fic for young Peter pettigrew. Reader comforts Peter
Smitten with you- by @heartspiked
- Mike wheeler, snowball fight, fluff, smut
On your left - by @anonymityisfunwriter
- when Bucky pulls reader out of bed for a run and they get exhausted by Steve’s constant “on your left” as he passes, Bucky helps reader make the run more fun. (Super cute and short)
Hellfire baby- by @venisvendetta
- when the group is ready for the campaign and finds a toddler sitting in the throne, Eddie Munsons baby girl
Mine- by @beaucherie
- pre moon fuck with Remus
Micheal myers being a weirdo -by @slashingdisneypasta
- just a lil micheal fic, fluffyish. Little sexual undertone but nothing currently sexual
Thursday, jegulus - by @biderboy
-jegulus. James after regulus dies. Like freaking poetry. So sad.
You’re mine- by @redsxcks
-Wednesday Addams gets jealous when you’re talking to Kent
Silly girl- by @/cauliflowertree
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the catastrophic history of us
PAIRING: ryoumen sukuna x reader
SUMMARY: This is a story of two people - one was destined to see all while the other was destined to be all-powerful.
They came from different factions of society, though not entirely different if you compare a humble hut versus the slums.
This is a love story.
But it is not a happy one.
A/N: This is a continuation and sort of prequel to 'written in the stars' which gives light on why exactly Sukuna killed the reader and what he meant by 'waited a thousand years for this'. It's been in my head for a while and was an idea I wanted to try.
From what I've researched, Ryoumen Sukuna is said to hail from royalty while some he was just there, so I kinda wanna explore more on his background and ended up crafting my own. I'm sorry if it's kinda cliche. I ended up using the already existing lore about him, but added a bit of my own to fit the story and the narrative I want.
also available on ao3.
disclaimer: i own NOTHING but the plot.
This is a story of two people - one was destined to see all while the other was destined to be all-powerful.
They came from different factions of society, though not entirely different if you compare a humble hut versus a grandiose palace, a benevolent being versus a power-hungry one, one who dances with the mystic arts versus one who challenges the fates, one royal highness and his royal spiritual advisor, - two very different beings destined to meet, destined to fall together, destined to be together.
This is a love story.
But it is not a happy one.
This is a story of two star-crossed lovers.
But again, to reiterate, this is not a happy story. There is no happy ending here.
Legends speak of a name, so feared and great that just the mention of it sent shivers down the spines of many – young, old, human, curses.
Just the mention of his name was akin to devastation and disaster, killing all forms of life regardless of status.
Ryoumen Sukuna.
Also known as ‘King of Curses’.
Call his name, and you are invoking yourself to a life of damnation, of no return, of death.
However, once upon a time, Ryoumen Sukuna was once a simple man.
A prince to be exact, son to the Great Emperor, heir to the throne, general commander of the royal army, and quite possibly, the strongest warrior in the land.
Once upon a time, Ryoumen Sukuna was a man of great power and privilege.
He could take soldiers with a swift blow of his sword, could conquer lands in a day, with only a swagger down the road that could bring the mightiest men quaking, could overpower just about anyone with only his presence - his menacing and great presence.
Wise beyond his years, versatile in combat, cynical, ambitious, and wicked – these were the traits of the soon-to-be Emperor? How unsettling. The kingdom would no sooner meet its demise and burn into flames than to shine brightly with a ruler with blood and warfare on his mind.
Many had thought so as well, yet did little.
For what can they do against someone who can promise dominion and power? They can all but kneel and acquiesce to his bidding.
He did possess a younger twin brother, but compared to his brother, he was passable at best. The brother doesn't talk much, says very little, but paid close attention to his surroundings, his companions, even to his older brother, whom he admired greatly.
It was sometime during his time as a prince when fate decided to play their hand.
But no one saw it coming.
Save for one.
The Emperor’s royal spiritual adviser, the kingdom’s revered onmyouji known only by the name (Y/N).
"That's quite the look on your pretty face, (Y/N)."
Sighing, the (h/c)-haired woman ever so carefully dipped her brush into the ink well before continuing her writing.
"Oya? No wisecracks this time?" the voice drew near, she could feel his hot breath beside her ear. "Is that any way to speak to your future king?"
Unfazed, she dipped her brush into the well again, careful strokes bleeding into the paper. "Truly not worth his royal highness' time if I even breathe or say a word."
Even without looking, she knows he's smirking. He knows he got what he wanted, ever the child.
Silence filled in. She, continuing on with her scrolls, and he, lazily perched himself awfully close to her side, sliding his gaze from her eyes, her face, to her kimono, to her nimble fingers.
From the first moment he laid eyes on her, he was fascinated by her very being. More so, when she revealed that she was to be the royal onmyouji with the ability to see all.
Technically, her position was better suited for a man, especially a man from a renowned jujutsu family – for trivial reasons.
However, no man could ever compete with one with an all-seeing eye, with impressive control of her cursed energy other than this woman, this strange woman.
No one else but her.
He would like to think that he became a man no long sooner after their first verbal spat, after their second introduction – having differing ideals and morals, never backing from the other despite their status. He and his twin had just turned 18, a prime age for the king to be. It was what drew them together in the first place.
From the moment their eyes met, he had unwillingly declared this fascinating woman as his and only his.
When she was finished writing, just as she laid her brush aside, a hand slammed on the table. She didn’t flinch, even as the man effortlessly picking her up into his arms. "Surely you must be bored from all that gibberish writing, eh?"
Allowing herself a genial smile, (e/c) eyes alit with life, she draped her arms around his strong shoulders.
"Must I remind you time and time again that they're readings?" Fingers slipped and carded through his locks, grabbing tufts of hair playfully. Tilting her head, she used her free hand to ghost over his strong jawline. “Your great kingdom would crumble would it not be for said readings. Lives would be lost. Blood will be shed. Your name tarnished and damned-”
"Blah, blah, blah, is all I can hear you say," pushing her against the wall, he welcomed himself between her legs, drawing himself ever so close to her. “Don’t you ever get tired of spouting bullshit?”
“Surely you would know,” she gasped as something hard pressed against her core. “that’s all your mouth is good for: running your filthy mouth.”
He met her smirk with his, hot breath fanning hers. “And here I thought you’d be this docile diviner.” Scoffing, he drew close. “Thank fuck I was wrong.”
Hot lips pressed against hers, just as the ink dried out and the shadows danced in the dark.
"We order you to join forces with us destroy Ryoumen Sukuna."
"I refuse."
Even she can't deny that the man she loved was a danger to everyone, probably to all of humanity. He was quick to be enamored with power, sadistic even in his means to achieve greater feats and exploit his foes.
Eventually, she saw how the man she came to love drastically turned into the cynical, malevolent King of Curses he was.
Mad with power, ambition, and glory, in order to achieve all and more he sought out the dark mystics that made him murder his younger twin brother granting him his grotesque figure - two faces, added appendages, and dark marks littering his body.
It started with a vision. Then came the prophecy.
Overnight, a brother was murdered in cold blood by his own, through his blood spawned the King of Curses.
Many months were soon bathed in more blood as he sought nothing more but destruction and chaos,
In the end, she knew what she had to do, what must be done, what must happen, what was foretold – even if it ends up breaking her heart.
"Could you do it?"
"...I have no choice."
This is it, she thought. The end.
The end of the beginning.
Fire licked throughout the field, soot rising from the ashes, craters, devastation lurked wherever the eye could see. There was even the occasional ice covered in blood, sometimes encasing
It had been a long, treacherous, arborous, and exhausting battle – sorcerers and Imperial soldiers against fellow sorcerers and curses.
Jujutsu sorcerers – especially the high-ranking ones from esteemed clans, set aside their petty differences for this one battle, to put down the King of Curses.
Ryoumen Sukuna.
It was a hard-earned battle, as Ryoumen Sukuna had with him a rather interesting set of warriors to fend off against them.
But finally, they got him.
In the middle of all this madness and bloodshed, a victor was finally declared.
And it wasn’t him.
"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!?" He screamed, binding spells forcing him to his knees, his whole body weakened and paralyzed by countless battles and countless spells against him. “(Y/N)!? HOW COULD YOU!?”
She forced herself to hold him down as the sorcerers around her continued their spells.
Amidst it all - the undeniable pain, the humiliation of being pinned, the utter betrayal - Ryoumen Sukuna turned to her and only her, red eyes burning her very being, as though ready to incinerate and devour her on the spot.
At the front line, that’s where she was to be – supposed to be, as she was their leverage to get close to the King of Curses.
She was leverage at best, the one thing that can keep Ryoumen Sukuna down - despite the countless claims that no one and nothing can do so.
"In this life, know that you were always the man I hold closest to my heart, the warmth on a cold winter's day, the joy from a day's tiresome work. There is no one but you, Ryoumen Sukuna," she was openly crying now, uncaring of anyone and anything. "But in this life, we cannot be."
The spell had been cast, paralyzing Sukuna, allowing the rest of the jujutsu sorcerers to attack.
With the final blow, she poured a bit of herself into her final, most powerful spell. Sealing him and vaporizing any memory of her in it, emptying his being until he was but an empty husk.
"YOU BITCH! YOU LIED TO ME!" Despite being in constant pain, his body slowly reddening and wax appearing all over, he found it in himself to spout angrily at her. "WAS EVERYTHING A LIE!?"
Memories upon memories - of their first meeting, their first verbal spat, their next meeting, him cornering into a corner, of their first kiss, of their first night, of their many nights, of promises under the sheets, of eyes searching, of eyes yearning, of eyes hurting - voided one after the other.
"I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU DEAD, YOU FUCKING BITCH!" He doesn't mean it, she tells herself, adding more spells that caused him to scream in even more pain.
"Y-YOU FUCKING BITCH! I SWEAR I'LL KILL YOU!" His eyes were blank, regarding her with all the hatred man could possess. "YOU'LL BE THE FIRST PERSON I KILL THE MOMENT I GET BACK!" choking on blood, he feels himself weaken. "I SWEAR IT! I'LL KILL YOU THE FIRST MOMENT I GET!"
A sob escaped her, as much as she tried to swallow it down. To no avail, she cannot fake her remorse, her pain. She knew it was the right thing to do, for the betterment of all – humans and sorcerers, but it cost her so much sorrow and pain.
"Nothing is a lie," she croaked, feeling the last of her energy leave her, tearfully gazing into the eyes of her beloved. "But I have to say goodbye."
And just like that, the King of Curses was no more.
And when the fighting was over, the Seer vanished without a trace.
It came abruptly.
Without warning, without a sound, without a whisper, without a call.
The end of the beginning.
Of when fate decided to try its hand with life, changing the course of all.
For a thousand years ago, the jujutsu society was at its high boasting about great families within their ranks and a seer to guide them all.
The seer, who were specialists in the mystics and great beyond, who helped build empires, defend against curses, win wars - the great seer revered, respected, and treasured.
Alas, this seer fled, vanished, and doomed the jujutsu society.
For without her visions, how can the sorcerers ever know of the truth and lies that the future holds, to protect them from whatever threatens them? Of the corruption that would soon waste them away? Their arrogance and overdependency on her visions became their downfall, yet few could actually attest to that.
The jujutsu world was a strange, fickle, archaic, and destructive kind with an equally disturbing system. A system unwilling to change, unwilling to adapt, willing only to lead by example.
After her disappearance, they were left with crumbs to pick up, on where she'd be for their next life - for without her visions, how would they be able to secure safety for themselves?
(how selfish of them)
Lo and behold, a thousand years later, and she would appear again, outside of Japan and born half a Gojo! What tremendous luck they have!
Without wasting another second, they sent their best sorcerers to abduct the child and took her by force from her mother, bringing her all the way to Japan.
Only they could have their hands on this seer, one they've waited for thousands for years, one who remains theirs, rightfully theirs, one who has to atone for her sins of leaving the jujutsu society vulnerable all those years ago.
Yes, this child must bear the sins of her ancestors, must live a life for the future of the jujutsu sorcerers.
She is theirs.
Theirs and theirs alone!
But alas, Gojo Satoru caught wind of the other Gojo, singlehandedly took her from them and took her under his care.
How dare he!
So long as he was alive, no way would they ever get their hands on the seer, the great diviner, the all-seeing eye!
How dare he!
Gojo Satoru who manages to effortlessly insert himself in situations he shouldn't be, halting or stopping decisions entirely, establishing his presence as the strongest sorcerer - a title that many of them cannot deny, with much disdain, he, who is without a shred of doubt, a threat.
The Gojo seer continued to live her life, foolishly and blissfully unaware of her true value. Foolish little girl!
The past and present converged into one another, tightly wounding and bounding, meshing and mixing in between the seems, for a future nobody knows, a future nobody is prepared for, but a future nonetheless for all.
However, unbeknownst to all - even to the jujutsu higher-ups, the Great Gojo Satoru, and his beloved little sister, the future in store was not kind. No.
It's as though the past comes back to haunt, to call out for sins to be repented.
Strange as it seems, it all went according to plan - Gojo Satoru finding out about his sister, Fushiguro Megumi sent to Sendai, Miyagi to fetch a cursed object and meeting Itadori Yuuji, Itadori Yuuji ingesting said cursed object and hosting Ryoumen Sukuna, reviving the King of Curses after a thousand years. Yes. Marvelous. All according to plan.
The characters were set, ties looming into each other. Glorious.
It was inevitable, that these characters had special ties connecting them with each other, keeping their lives intertwined, for such was the plan for the grander scheme of things.
There was nothing.
A sea of nothing.
Endless nothing.
It went on and on and on and on and on and on.
It was a nothing that comforting, a nothing where nothing existed, a nothing where nothing was felt.
It was a nothing with that - nothing.
The perfect word for it would be void, however, voids can still have something in them.
And there was red.
A field of red spread across, going on forever and ever and ever.
Curious, she got to her knees to inspect. A flower, it was a red flower with six umbels and a long stamen, blooming outward, as though seeking life. Fingering through its petals, her eyes followed along millions of them spread.
Suddenly, a cold chill ran down her. For some reason, she looked up, meeting nothing.
And yet, she remembered the feeling dwelling in her in a sea of nothing.
Yes, she remembered this feeling.
She knows that feeling.
"Where am I?" a voice cut through the nothing.
In front of her stood someone who looked exactly like her, except, one pair of her eyes had the trademark Six Eyes of the Gojo clan, there was a streak of white running down the right side of her hair, and she was dressed in clothing much different from hers.
Recognition fell upon her, blinking calmly as a faint smile graced her lips.
“Who are you?” asked the girl.
Her smile turned sad as she approached, crushing the flowers under her feet.
The same recognition fell unto her mismatched eyes, but probably not the same kind of recognition she had.
With the gentleness akin to a mother, she eyed the girl before her.
“I’m sorry,” she cried, her voice echoing in the dark. “I’m sorry to have cursed you – all of you,” confusion crosses her face, it hurts her even more. “to have you all carry my burden." The red all around them seemed to glow, a vibrant, blinding red. "I’m sorry.”
Confusion continued to riddle her features, which makes this meeting just more bittersweet.
And then came rain, pouring down on them.
It washed over them, over the flowers.
And then nothing.
Come a thousand years later, and there they were.
A promise foretold, enacted finally.
He, a man resurrected from the dead, free from the curses that kept him away, taking what was rightfully his with her beating heart in his.
And she, a shell of a woman in the form of her now empty descendent.
At last, he had his comeuppance, at last, he got his revenge.
As he devoured her heart, feeling the remaining pieces of his powers return, as did the memories. What a cruel twist of fate.
Suddenly, his mind felt like a rush of water downstream. He could feel his immeasurable power returning, could feel in pumping his veins, yet at the same time, there were tears.
Elsewhere was Fushiguro Megumi, screaming over and over the name of the woman he had just killed – a scream of desperation, anguish, and pain. Why did it sound so familiar?
Finding a blackened uniform, hovering over a body laid in her own pool of blood, the boy continued to scream and scream.
Fushiguro Megumi was a man he couldn’t wait to see at his full potential for battle, another in his list of to-kills, having shown great potential as a jujutsu sorcerer and as part of the wretched Zen’in. But this was far from the man he knew, all he saw was a weeping boy, a boy who lost his mind as he was grieving, begging over and over a corpse, the corpse of his beloved.
Satisfied, he should be, right? Yet, why doesn't he feel it? Why does a part of him feel a great loss? Why does a part of him feel as though he was the one with a ripped soul?
A flash of white came to view, standing next to the crying boy, his stance was rigid, apart from that nothing with his back turned.
Kneeling, Gojo Satoru let his fingers press against the dead girl's eyelids, closing them shut. His hands fell to her cheeks, engulfing them in his large fingers, lingering, thumbs caressing her ice-cold cheeks. Once filled with warmth and life.
"Megumi," says Gojo Satoru, cursed energy just radiating off him. "mind if ya take yourself and (Y/N) aside?" lowering his blindfold, his cursed energy increased in power, reeking of maliciousness. "Things are about to get messy."
He met Gojo Satoru's murderous look head-on, finally getting that fight he long promised him.
And yet, as he stood there, tears leaked from his eyes.
Even with all his powers returned, him being at his full glory, his heart felt more hollow than before.
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The Merge
Kai Parker x Female Reader/Character
Word Count: 1687
Warnings: typical tvd themes, the merge (not fluff, not smut, there’s a sentence of angst but its not much, mostly just toxic friendship)
Summary: “V” took Kai out of his prison world with a condition that they’d stick together. She helps him find his family and prepare for the merge. ((read part I – IV of the series to understand the backstories))
***since y’all like the one shots better than the series, I’m gonna write one shots for female readers under the name V for what I would’ve/will write in the series***
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V and Kai have been out of the prison world for a few weeks. She got him out under the conditions that they would stick together no matter what, and that’s what she was doing, sticking by him.
Kai explained his plans to V when they got there and put together a plan. She knew his true motives, and she wanted to help.
While they prepared, trained, and got everything ready they stayed at motels but were mostly busy with the plan and didn’t see each other very often. The motel they were staying at only had one bed. They checked in in the middle of the night when they got back, “queen room fine?” asked the clerk, “absolutely,” Kai responded in his dramatically sarcastic tone.
“Hope sleeping in the same bed as me doesn’t scare you off… I’m a violent sleeper,” he joked with big eyes.
“Better than sleeping in vamp infested woods with a violent sleeper… I think I’ll be fine,” V responded with the same dramatics.
There were a few nights Kai had woken up in the middle of the night or before V and had intrusive thoughts come into his mind of killing her, not that he really wanted to. When he woke up one morning with his hand resting on her throat, he decided to sleep on the couch instead. He might have been a proclaimed sociopath, but he had morals for killing, and killing people who help him weren’t on that list. It scared him, but he ignored it.
V had the gift of seeing behind people and what they say their motives are, which is part of the reason Kai didn’t scare her. She knew why he started sleeping on the couch but didn’t bother to tell him she knew, just like she knew where he went during the day to antagonize his family, but still didn’t bother to confront him about it. She already knew why and what he was doing.
She liked pushing boundaries with him. To see how far he’d really go or what he’d do if she didn’t act scared or flinch even an inch at the things, he’d say to get a rise out of her. She liked seeing how he’d react to her affections, knowing he hadn’t experienced much of it.
When he started sleeping on the couch, she would sometimes join him, walking over to him with a blanket around her shoulders and laying on top of or next to him under the blanket. She liked how he’d tense up until he fell back asleep, nervous to put his arms around her. Sometimes she’d tell him she had a bad dream and say, “this is the part you put your arms around me,” when he wouldn’t.
They were best friends who loved pushing each other’s buttons.
V found his twin for him and told him where she worked, she found this out through gullible Elena. She didn’t question him about his whereabouts when he found out either, she knew this too.
They made another deal with each other when they started playing out their plan – if either of them was going to be out, they have to tell the other how many hours they’d be gone before the other should start worrying, and the general location they’d be, just in case anything went wrong. They didn’t have to explain what they were doing, they actually preferred if the other didn’t know, it worked perfectly.
When Kai disappeared for longer than he said he’d be gone, V knew to worry. She went to the cemetery he said he’d be around and saw Damon, the person who sent her to the prison world before her and Kai got out.
She hid behind a tree just enough so Kai could see her, but Damon couldn’t. Through the Earth, V sent Kai some of her magic to siphon, just enough so he could siphon the magic out of Mystic Falls that the travelers put there and free himself.
“How do you feel?” V asked Kai when they got back to the motel.
“I feel…. Really good,” he responded, “I soaked up a lot of magic,” he chuckled.
“Do you know how to use it?” She asked, “I can’t even imagine how much magic was in that spell.”
Kai jittered and sat down, “I uh… I should probably practice, you know? Make sure I can control it.”
“Let’s practice then,” V said.
He looked up at her when she said, “push me with your magic.”
“I don’t know if I can control it—” she cut him off, “I can handle it, I can’t die, remember?”
“Remember we can’t hurt each other though, that’s the pact,” he said. Kai was a lot of things, but deal breaking wasn’t usually one of them.
She stood in front of him and pushed his head playfully before getting on his lap with both legs on either side of his, “we said no fighting, this isn’t fighting, it’s practicing.” She pushed his shoulders back and pinched his face to annoy him, “come on, do something to get me off of you,” she played.
He grabbed her arms, “I can’t practice on you,” he spoke to her with an almost serious tone for the first time.
She grabbed his biceps and shocked him with her magic before sending burning waves up his arms, making his face turn in pain.
“Fight back,” she said, “or I’ll go hotter.”
Kai squeezed her biceps as she squeezed his and tried sending the magic she was using on him back to her, but it didn’t work.
“Try harder,” she said.
“I can’t—”
“Yes, you can, you have to focus,” she sent warmer magic through his arms and down his chest making him groan. “Make me stop at least once, you’re not gonna hurt me, you got this, focus on sending me the pain.”
With that encouragement Kai was successful not only in sending the magic she was using back to her, but sending it back more intensely, causing a sensation of being on fire for a couple of seconds.
When he heard her wince and felt her arms go limp, he knew it worked and quickly pushed her off of him to stand up, not knowing if he could stop if they were still touching.
She let out a “whoof” breath and chuckled, “you did it,” she looked at him, “why the long face?”
He stared at her like he just killed a puppy, “I need someone else to practice on.”
“Kai, it worked, what’s the problem?” she asked.
“I just need someone else to practice on, I’ll be back tonight,”
“Wait, I think I know who you can use,” she said, stopping him from rushing out and finding a random person.
“Elena Gilbert. She’s always pissed me off. When I found out vampires were in town she acted like I was crazy, now she is one. She never treated me how she treats everyone else, she’s still hung up on the fact that her brother confided in me instead of her,” V said, “everyone’s always saving her and letting others die for her own life. I think she could be put in her place a little better.”
Kai was always confused about why V was so helpful to him, another thing that scared him a little. It was unusual to him.
He practiced his magic on Elena at the high school after he left while V did her own thing, which usually included writing, drawing, or causing some chaos, until she got a call from Elena.
‘great,’ she rolled her eyes before she answered the phone.
“What?” she answered harshly.
“Kai just tortured me for hours,” Elena whined.
“Ok? How is that my problem?” V answered, knowing that all of them still didn’t know she had been with Kai this whole time.
“He’s on his way to the woods to complete the merge!” Elene blurted out.
“What,” she said with concern this time, “I’m on my way,” V left and went to try and stop Kai from doing the merge so soon.
She called him multiple times on her way, but he didn’t answer. When she had got there, Kai and Luke’s eyes were already white, and they were about to complete the merge.
Just when she was about to run up and stop them, they both fell back, and everybody stood like statues until Jo ran to help Luke.
V watched them both with wide eyes, looking for psychic signs that one of them has died or merged, but saw nothing.
After a few seconds of watching, she walked up to Kai. Everybody was watching Luke at this point, so V knelt down and put her hand on his chest, feeling for magic but felt none.
She teared up and tried blinking them away, shaking him by his shirt and saying his name before pressing her hand on his chest to transfer magic to him, waking him up.
His eyes darted open and he grabbed her wrist, sitting up silently. Nobody had noticed him yet. V sat behind him with her hand still on his chest when he turned around, “thanks, kid,” he whispered before he stood up.
Kai said some words to Jo before turning around and offering his hand to V before they walked off. They heard them ask, “did they just leave together,” but ignored it.
V drove them back to the motel and glanced at Kai every so often with worried expressions as he sat silently and wondered at his hands, “how do you feel now?” she asked.
“I feel good.. I feel.. different, I don’t know how to describe it,” he said in breaths.
“That’s good, I think,” V said still confused and paused for a few seconds to think, “we should get out of town, like, tonight, they’re going to look for us,”
“Don’t worry, I got it covered,” is all Kai said.
She looked over at him with a worried face again, “no really, we need to get out of town,” she was serious.
“I dunno, I kinda like it here,” he smiled ominously.
((read the next story for continuation of this one))
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hi! 100% ok if you're not comfortable writing this, but could i request something with se saeran and an mc who's... really not comfortable with sexual stuff because of past trauma (and will probably never actually be comfortable with it), and is really insecure about romantic stuff because of the expectations most people have about sex and romance? this is probably a weird thing to request from someone who writes a lot of smut but, i just really like how you write saeran!!
🎀 Oh dear of course it's not weird! I love all genres in writing and there's nothing weird about not being comfortable with romantic or sexual aspects! That is just as valued. So of course I can :3 🎀
I get it
Fandom: Mystic Messenger
Pairing SE Saeran x Reader
Category: Fluff
Warnings: Slight hurt/comfort, referenced sexual assault
Word count: 2690
Author's Note: He is just as insecure about these things, I'm sure of it.
Summary: You want to get it out, the fears about you relationship.
Saeran really went out of his way to assure you every way possible.
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You lied if you'd say that his gaze upon your work's not nerve-wracking. Yet Saeran always had his own way of showing compassion, therefore you're allowing him to stay inside the room. Especially if he's the one asking for it, wanting to be near you as he once explained to justify his presence coming into your walls again and again. Given it's only quiet in this place once you're alone together, since Saeyoung liked to recollect all the time he'd lost in the agency. For which you could never blame him, it's just that it became lots to deal with over multiple hours. That's the moment Saeran snapped at him to leave, and much to the older twins' credit, he did. Moments like these ended up with you both being in the same room for quite a while, regardless if there's background noise or pure silence. You sighed softly, looking down at the work you've been putting effort into, watching the words you've written become blurry to your own eyes. He's behind you while reading a book on the couch placed at the edge of your room. Although it's as easy as ever, today's the inner flame of insecurities nagging on your soul. You turned around for a short second, catching a glimpse of the face you've come to appreciate so much. Saeran's white hair long gone, replaced by the original red chaos he shared with his twin. Minty green eyes spilling with focus for the words written inside his new book, pale skin let the color of blueish ocean stand out immediately. Cream sweater, usual dark pants as he's walking on socks around the house. His posture's relaxed for once. One leg over the other with the book resting on his lap, one large hand holding it at a comfortable angle. His foot wiggled slightly; he must've been too deep in his story to notice. The longer you soaked in every inch of the boy behind you, the harder the lump blocking your throat became to bear. You really spend the majority of your free time with Saeran, simply because he's one of the quieter, more serious people in your life. And as much as you loved having fun, playing around and messing with each other, it's a beautiful contrast to have someone so calm albeit serious beside you. Helping you out of misery if necessary, leaving you alone when needed without prying questions. He understood lots of your insecurities and pain, considering he'd been much worse all his life. And yet, he's still a helpful and lovely person you're lucky to have by your side. He's having a big meaning in multiple aspects of your life, best about it, he probably could tell by now. Saeran, even though he's not the best at words, often assured you in smaller ways he felt the same. Which's a big relief, you wanted him to finally find peace in life.
"Is something wrong?"
His voice brought you back into reality, only then you realized you've been staring at the man quite intensively. A red shade caused by embarrassment rushed over your cheek before turning around again. Weird, you thought while pressing one fist against your chest, this wasn't the typical reaction of yours. He must've known, that's why you searched words the fastest you could.
"No! I just... I was thinking about something and ended up sinking into thoughts. Sorry."
There's silence coming back as an answer, leaving a painful twist inside your stomach to hurt. It's no use, you felt the bitter taste of defeat spread over your tongue, you're more than aware of what's happening. By how long have you been seeing Saeran in this bright light. Or rather that pink one, as people seemed to phrase it. You're not very familiar.
"Do you need help, is that it?"
Evey inch of your body flinched by his rough tone being so close to your ear out of the sudden. You looked up with wide eyes, meeting calm ones scanning the progress you've made over the past couple hours. Saeran's face's tender, just like the rest of his shape. However, that's nothing bad in your eyes, if anything, he's very beautiful. A little sigh fell over your lips, the sent that's indescribable coming from him filled your nose. Something sweet, something that made you feel safe. Urging you to reveal doubts without second thoughts about the consequences.
"What do you think about dating, Saeran?"
You've gone straight to the point, because speaking through the flower forever wouldn't work. Considering you've been doing it all this time; it's liberating to address one topic that's eating away at your soul at night. For a couple times you've tried to give it attention, yet you backed out every single moment it happened. Shame on you. Saeran raised an eyebrow, standing straight again after letting the question roam through his head.
"Why do you ask? Are you trying to get advice? If so, sorry. I can't help you."
"No, I just... Did you ever wonder if what everyone says about it might not be for you?"
Surely he's confused, it's no surprise since you never brought up this topic before. Less so when saying words which made sense inside your own head, but not when speaking out loud. Saeran leaned at the table, hips pressing against the wooden edge as he closed the book. He's really taking this seriously, neither judging from the beginning without context, nor laughing as it seemed so meaningless. That's one of the endless reasons you liked him so much.
"I never cared about dating to begin with. I don't know what you're trying to say exactly."
He sounded confident, not ever hesitating in his choice of words. Saeran always appeared as if he had his own opinions ready to be shared, you only had to ask. The bright eyes watched how you placed down the pen, coming around your arms to hug yourself. This felt odd, out of place since it's hard to even bring up the topic. But actually holding a conversation about it felt even less secure, yet with him, you tried to comfort yourself, it would all be fine. Regardless if he agreed or not, and even if it cost some of your precious intimacy as best friends. Or, depending on the view, being more than that already. Despite the air being thin, you breathed through deeply.
"You and me are... closer right? Like..."
The sentence died in your throat, too many bad memories poisoning your brain until it's incapable to get across what's bothering you. Saeran ran his hand over the cover of the book, slowly up and even slower back down. For a second you feared having made him uncomfortable, however, he still sounded confident in his words.
"We are, sure... Is that not okay with you?"
The frown on your face had been a reaction the redhead didn't expect. Frustration added onto the list of inner pain scratching at your walls. You shouldn't have been surprised he's worried about that part before considering anything else, that slightly pessimistic tendency's a stubborn habit he's having hard times with. Although things worked better between you both, it's still presence. How come this was so difficult? You thought about it at least a million times, this shouldn't be problematic anymore. But there you sat. Biting your lip bloody as the words ran over themselves.
"Of course it is! But... Would you be the kind to- to... want more...? In a physical way?"
Without being able to breathe, you kept your stare glued to the paperwork. This was terrible, the awkward tension in the air's hopefully nothing but your own concern. Saeran huffed shortly, you managed to see his cheeks flush even from the corner of your eye.
"Why are you asking that, (N)."
Good question, valued even since he's probably worrying about whatever war was taking place inside your brain. The attempt to vanish into thin air ended in vain. Your skin tingled once he placed his hand against your cheek, these breathtaking eyes staring right back with many questions shown openly. You swallowed, feeling your adrenaline rush into your ears with him being so close. For two completely different reasons.
"If you have something to tell me, then you can do that. You know I don't judge."
You nodded, strength becoming weak by these considerate words. By now he's familiar with what helped you become relaxed the most. Saeran got better at giving comfort thanks to his brother's care too, that's worth acknowledging when it comes to their complicated bond. You closed your eyes, feeling hot tears rise up without warning, about to embarrass you to the bone.
"Remember I told you about me having... dealt with bad people back then?"
"Yeah, you never explained. But you did mention it."
That's good, he could remember you briefly sharing that part of your past. You grabbed him by the wrist, needing to know he's truly with you and not some kind of illusion. If Saeran's going to disappear right now, it would've broken you into pieces. He's kind, given he lets you hold onto him despite his own issues with physical contact.
"I've... Ever since things happened I... I'm very uncomfortable with sexuality as a whole."
Your whisper filled the room, somehow, it's hot all around. Saeran hummed low to acknowledge he'd been listening, still gifting you the time to figure out how best to tell him. It made you smile unconsciously as he turned his head, holding your smaller one in his.
"Even romantic stuff I– I'm scared! Of a lot. And I'm worried because..."
Sweat ran down your temple, avoiding his gaze at all cost after turning away your head. It's so scary, the possibility of him not being undefeated. Or worse, not wanting to put any more effort into this. You ignored the tears that started to run skillfully.
"Since we get closer all the time you maybe wanna.. one day... But I-I can't do it. I just... I can't. I'm sorry if you looked forward to that..."
There, you said it. Both, the fact you'll probably never be able to give into sexual desire again due to past memories and the apology for not being able to act like all other people in a relationship. Sure, you and Saeran haven't had anything official going on yet, but everyone could tell you're very close. And at this point, you're aware it's only fair to warn him before regretting his decision, giving this a try. He's still healing, and so are you. You blinked the water away while Saeran rubbed the one on your cheeks with his thumb. Too scared to see the pure disappointment in his face, you're unable to do anything other than stare at the furniture in your room.
"Why are you crying, (N)."
"I'm just sorry if you wanted to... in case you did."
You rubbed the rest of your tears away by using your sleeve, the bitter taste from earlier now reaching deep inside your stomach. Chasing disgust through your veins, it's almost like you're going to puke. The redhead bend his back forward more, coming close enough for the heat of his cheeks to meet your own.
"Honestly, I don't care. Look at me, please."
And you fulfilled the wish, you met a pair of eyes filled with the same certainty as ever. Saeran followed his fingertip stroking over your cheek, a small smile tugging on the corners of his lips, even. It'd taken you aback hardly at first.
"I told you, I never cared about this stuff to begin with. I like being with you, it doesn't matter what way."
The relief taking away all the weight off your shoulders got you crying a new wave of tears, you're happier about these ones though. Saeran seemed to understand, with one hand coming around your head, a little sound left your throat. The redhead pulled you closer, leaving a short kiss at your forehead and pulling away afterwards.
"See? All we need. Easy as that."
He reassured you with the kiss having your blood rush into the tips of your ears. Your body's lighter, the feeling of his forehead pressed against yours unbeatable. It's having you shake your head, by how unbelievable it felt.
"You're really okay with only this...?"
"Only this? (N), everything you give me is beyond what I deserve. You make me very happy just by trusting me."
He's oddly open with words, it let you wonder. Asking yourself for how long he'd been holding these in himself. Despite it all though, hearing him say the words you've been desperately craving ever since feeling more for him, you're not sure if it's simply a dream after all. Saeran let go, taking the book from the table as he stood up again. Somehow when staring at him, he seemed more familiar now, much less imitating in the matters of your current relationship. He agreed you're close, he felt no need to push any further. What a man that guy could be.
"You do deserve everything, though!"
His eyes widened for a moment, making you giggle as the facial expression's quite hilarious. Saeran shrugged his shoulders, pushing his finger between all the pages of the book when trying to find where he left off.
"I'm not sure about it. By the way, if you ever want to talk about what happened exactly..."
He pointed with his eyes to the chair, the one where he spend lots of time being with one another. You nodded, already got the message you're more than just grateful for. Reading him's easy at times, yet that skill luckily worked both ways.
"Thank you Saeran... Thank you so much. Sorry for the drama."
You giggled, rubbing the irritation from your system completely. The redhead exhaled through the nose, reaching out in order to stroke some of the baby hair away from your face. With such a feather light touch, you surely would never feel insecure about him caressing your face.
"It's not drama, okay? I'm glad you told me; you've been on the edge of your seat for days."
You blinked away the shock, Saeran hid the grin creeping over his lips by going back in place, finding the perfect spot on the chair. You turned on the chair, raising both eyebrows at the statement.
"You already noticed that...!? How? I was so careful to hide it away."
The redhead sat down in the exact same position as before, putting the bookmark somewhere on the table nearby before giving you a rather amused look. Glad it killed the remaining tension hanging inside the air, you couldn't help but adore him even more. The way his eyes sparkled thanks to the sunlight coming through the curtains, you almost drowned in that sea for the countless time.
"I know you a few days, (N). You're like one of my favorite books."
You made a noise between confusion and curiosity, placing both arms on the backrest. Saeran smiled down at the pages, red hair falling forward over his eyes, it's become a tad longer after these past months. You'd like to stroke it away, instead you watched him flip the sheets of paper.
"Interesting... Complicated... And something I know like the back of my head."
Your blush increased drastically, it actually got Saeran to chuckle. A sound you didn't hear often, considering he's not the happiest person out there. However, hearing it by itself healed your inner wounds a bit more. Seeing he's there, still sitting with you even after revealing some of these insecurities you're dealing with day in and out, he's the same he'd always been. What else could you possibly need in life, if it's not him? You shook your head in an amused manner, sitting back straight as you needed to get the project finished. For a moment you breathed in the sweet air, enjoying the calm. Feeling love gushing out of you and coming from his care. It made you giggle as well.
"Okay, okay. Thank you Saeran. You're the best."
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Resources used for this episode under the cut:
Annie Besant and C. W. Leadbetter, Thought-forms
Alexandra David-Neel, Magic and Mystery in Tibet
David V. Fiordalis, “Miracles and Superhuman Powers in South Asian Buddhist Literature” PhD disseration, University of Michigan, 2008.
Ben Joffe, (13 February 2016). "Paranormalizing the Popular through the Tibetan Tulpa: Or what the next Dalai Lama, the X Files and Affect Theory (might) have in common". Savage Minds.
Thompson, Nathan (2014-09-03). "The Internet's Newest Subculture Is All About Creating Imaginary Friends". Vice.
#tulpa#tulpas#tulpamancy#*drops this like a hot cast iron and runs*#i big heart emoji and big heart eyes emoji OC. had a good talk about this in their discord#wonderful folks and a super fun and informative podcast and i can't stop recommending them#them and the cryptonaut podcast are my two all time favourite podcasts
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Animanga
Jujutsu Kaisen
❅ Rewritten Fate : Platonic!Junpei & OC; First Year!Junpei Yoshino
What would’ve happened if the events that night changed? What if an anomaly showed up just when he needed it and completely rewrote his fate?
Sword Art Online
❅ Let’s rewrite history, shall we? : Eugeo/OC
Eugeo Headcanons no one asked for. That may or may not be a story later on. So what happens if Eugeo’s already an established character from the start?
❅ A Forewarning : Eugeo/OC
Second part of Eugeo headcanons where he and Kirito meets the guild, and a potential ally...
Imagines
Robbie Kay
❅ Smile, for me?
POTC Co-stars!AU. Can you describe your perfect guy?
Shawn Mendes
❅ 2 AM
Two insomniacs going for an adventure of their own
❅ I Love You
How does one try to confess without the person ever knowing it?
❅ Let’s play a game!
“You’ll pretend you don’t know how I feel, and I’ll pretend I’m not breaking inside.”
❅ Only a Moment
You say you’ve already moved on from him but why does he still have this effect on you?
Tom Holland
❅ Hogwarts AU
Remind me, whose fault was it why we’re not talking anymore?
Ian Nelson
Supernatural School Series
The idea behind this story sprouted from my daydreams after reading this story. However, this series focuses more on the relationship between Ian Nelson (The guy who played young Derek Hale in Teen Wolf) and the reader where they happened to be co-stars and Ian had always harbored a crush on the Reader. This series may also known as the Party Games series.
❅ Two Truths and a Lie ❅ Twenty Questions ❅ Would you Rather?
Marvel
Loki Laufeyson
❅ Loki Dictionary
Loki Laufeyson., n.
Prince of Asgard., Rightful ruler of Jötunheim., Master Magician., Sorcerer., Trickster., Silvertongue., Agent of Chaos., god of mischief., god of lies
But there’s so much more to him than what meets the eye, isn’t there?
❅ 1 AM
Established!Loki x Reader where Reader is an Enhanced whose ability is to foresee and experience a stranger’s death
❅ I can’t lose you
Sometimes, you need to know when to step back or walk away
❅ Is this what [love] feels like?
Because of a misunderstanding, Loki expects his relationship to burn down in flames but Reader kept on surprising him
Peter Parker
❅ 5 Times Peter thought Tony was hugging him and that one time he actually did
Based on this fanart, fanfiction about Tony Stark and Peter Parker’s relationship
Musicals
Newsies
❅ Spring time : Jojo Dela Guerrera/Reader
Spring time madness for our lil ray of sunshine
❅ Party Games Series : Racetrack Higgins/Reader
How do you admit to yourself that you’ve fallen for someone? Through party games, of course.
❅ Truth or Dare
Otome Games
Mr. Love Queen’s Choice/ Mr. Love Dream Date
❅ MLQC Dictionary
It is after all, a love story in the form of dictionary, with entries from dialogue to epistolary, from aberrant to zenith, only a handful of which are longer than a page.
Mystic Messenger
❅ Bright like you
A Luciel entry for @/gureishi’s June event for the Choi twins: #More than words 2021.
There are more than enough meaning for your name but I think this one is the best meaning out of all...
❅ Give me the stars
Another Saeyoung entry for @/gureishi’s June event for the Choi twins: #More than words 2021.
He loves her... and that scares him the most.
Potterverse
Felix Rosier
❅ Soulmate AU
Felix week ‘18 entry. Inspired by a friend’s dream where one bears a burden while the other bears hope.
❅ HPHM MC
A little background of Lillian Sanguine, a character in Harry Potter: Hogwarts Mystery
❅ HPHM Veela!MC
Headcanons about MC being a veela
❅ HPHM Jacob
Hogwarts Mystery Event Day 5. MC’s dear old missing brother.
❅ HPHM Actor! AU
A little fun idea between writers
❅ HPHM Angst! AU
What’s life without little angsts?
❅ Centerfold
Coffee shop AU for Felix week ‘18. A single photo can convey what the heart can’t say.
❅ E correi
5 instances Felix called you those words and the one time he meant it.
Sibling!Jacob
❅ See you again
This isn’t an illusion isn’t it? This isn’t a dream of a dream where your brother is right there, right within your reach, is it?
TV Series
Once Upon A Time
❅ Fascination : Peter Pan/Reader
“Why can’t I read you?”
❅ The Boy who could’ve been : Peter Pan/Reader
“Is this who you’ll be?”
❅ What is Happiness? : Henry Mills/Reader
“How do you define happiness?”
❅ Scars : Emma Swan/Reader
Established Relationship! Where Emma asks for the meaning behind the scars
❅ It’s a mad, mad world : Peter Pan/Reader
Cursed!AU where Reader and Peter can’t stand each other
❅ Goodbye means : Peter Pan/Reader
Hero!AU where Peter Pan is one of the good guys and Reader sees the world in grey who happens to like Peter but does he like you as well?
❅ Jealousy Series : Peter Pan/Reader
Cursed!Peter Pan x Reader where Peter learns that there are different types of jealousy existed...
❅ The First Type: “I’m jealous but I’ll live,”
❅ Seven Kisses Series : Peter Pan/Reader
Cursed!AU where Reader and Peter Pan was swept by the curse just like everyone else. Reader is the princess of the Underworld whose True Love happen to be the Prince of Lost Boys.
❅ First Kiss (On the back of her hand) ❅ Second Kiss (On her knees) ❅ Third Kiss (On the nose) ❅ Fourth Kiss (On the forehead) ❅ Fifth Kiss (On the cheek) ❅ Sixth Kiss (On the neck) ❅ Seventh Kiss (On the lips)
The Flash
❅ Even if it hurts? : Barry Allen/Caitlin Snow
“You pause for a minute and two then try again”
The Umbrella Academy
❅ 7 times he confessed and the 1 time she accepted his confession : Five Hargreeves/Reader
For all it’s worth, he just want to confess his feelings, dammit!
❅ When he’s drunk ❅ When he’s overwhelmed ❅ When he’s trying to apologize ❅ When there’s only one bed ❅ When they’re dancing ❅
Original Works
❅ 5 Stages
The rollercoaster of emotion called love
❅ 12:12
‘Tis a story of a guy trying to slip through the cracks of a broken girl
❅ I grew up
At what cost?
❅ I wonder
It’s all fairytales and stories until...
❅ That Kind of love
It’s not unrequited love, but it isn’t a requited love either...
Inner Musings
❅ Rain ❅ Writers ❅ Comfort ❅ Notebook ❅ Hands ❅ Affection ❅ Play Pretend ❅ Tell me ❅ How’s it like? ❅
Poetry
❅ Don’t tell me ❅ Vulnerable ❅ What I truly mean ❅ I only love three things ❅ Melody ❅
❅ None yet ❅
❅ None yet ❅
❅ None yet ❅
❅ Forget the Past Series
An original story of mine created back in high school which depict the story of five girls who experienced the same heartbreak, created a band to forget what they’ve been through while doing so, they had forgotten what it really means to live their lives....
❅ Fall
“What’s gonna make you fall?”
❅ If Only
“Should I let my heart keep listening?”
❅ The 72nd Hunger Games Series
Before Katniss Everdeen volunteered for her sister’s place in the 74th Hunger Games and eventually igniting the flame of rebellion, there had already been several unfortunate children who had been fighting for their own little sparks.
❅ District 1 Female: Reaping Story
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lots of folks say wanda is wrong in the mcu because she is not with the x-men and daughter of magneto like in the cartoons and does not have luck powers but there is also saying she can create entire armies and is more powerful than what the mcu shows
I'm not totally sure what you're asking me here, but it sounds like you're curious about the discrepancies between different adaptations of the Scarlet Witch character.
In the main continuity of Marvel Comics, Wanda Maximoff was introduced as a teenage mutant, and a member of Magneto's Mutant Brotherhood. She and her brother, Quicksilver, were born and raised in an unknown region of Central Europe before being recruited to the Brotherhood. They appeared as recurring villains in the early X-Men comics, but they eventually defected from Magneto's group and emigrated to the United States. Xavier offered them a place among the X-Men, but they chose instead to join the Avengers, and, for the most part, they've remained a part of the Avengers cast ever since.
Much of Wanda and Pietro's backstory was filled out through retcons over the years, including their surname, their ethnicity, and their parentage. The most popular version of the story states that their biological parents are Magneto and a Sinti woman named Magda who died in childbirth, and that they were raised by a Romani couple named Marya and Django Maximoff in a fictional country called Transia. Magda was separated from Erik during her pregnancy, so he was initially unaware that he had any living children-- during their time in the Brotherhood, Erik had no idea that the twins were his kids, and he didn't find out until Wanda and Pietro were already grown up. The comic-book version of Wanda wasn't raised as Magneto's daughter, and she was never a long-term member of the X-Men or Brotherhood.
Wanda has appeared in several animated series, wherein she's mainly portrayed as Magneto's daughter-- X-Men Evolution and Wolverine & The X-Men are the two most popular examples. In Evolution, Wanda and Pietro were raised by Magneto and consistently appear as teenage members of the Brotherhood; in WaTXM, they're young adults who, along with their half-sister Lorna, are helping Erik construct a mutant nation on Genosha. These animated versions of Wanda appear to be American, and give no indication of their Roma ancestry.
In the Marvel Cinematic Universe, Wanda is a young woman from a fictional country called Sokovia. She is played by a white actress and gives no indication toward her cultural background or the identity of her parents, save that they died when she was young. Wanda and Pietro received their powers not from genetic mutation, but from a HYDRA experiment using one of the Infinity Stones. As you can see, MCU Wanda's origin is completely divorced from the source material, but her presence on the Avengers is more in line with the comics than with the cartoons.
As far as powers go, Wanda's abilities have never been well-defined. In the comics, her mutant power is often explained as luck or probability manipulation with a natural tendency to bad luck or destructive outcomes. These "hexes" are versatile, but not exceptionally powerful. After moving to America, Wanda began studying magic, and the combination of her natural abilities and mystical skills made her a formidable witch. Various ideas about chaos magic and nexus beings have been attached to Wanda over the years, but they never stick for very long. In the last few years Wanda has mainly settled into the role of a witch, and her powers are primarily shown as spellcasting. This is due in part to a poorly-received retcon which established that she and Pietro aren't actually Magneto's kids after all, which is really stupid, but it did allow writers to sweep the more confusing "mutant" powers under the rug and and just focus on magic.
There is an image of Wanda as a near omnipotent being with the power to warp reality-- conjuring armies, as you described, along with rewriting history and bringing back the dead. This mostly comes from a mid-2000s story called Disassembled, and the follow-up, House of M. These stories are deeply ableist and sexist, and the depiction of Wanda's power as reality manipulation is incongruent with prior writing. The basic gist is that Wanda was suffering a severe mental breakdown after years of trauma and gaslighting, and, in the midst of this breakdown, she was made into conduit for an immense, external power called the Life Force. As a result, she began involuntarily altering reality in accordance with her delusions and hallucinations, which escalates to catastrophic levels. These days she's in much better health, and no longer in possession of the Life Force. This episode is an exceptional circumstance, and this level of power is well outside Wanda's natural range-- anybody who tells you that this is something Wanda should be capable of is wrong.
The cartoons have generally simplified her powers as either telekinesis or energy manipulation, although Evolution did show Wanda training with her magic mentor, Agatha. From what I understand, the MCU Scarlet Witch is, more or less, psychic, and her fighting style is mostly just throwing around telekinetic energy. I think this is a reasonable adaptation of the "hex" power that I described earlier, and certainly one that works better in live action, but it does make her seem like a knock-off Jean Grey. Whether or not she'll move on to learning magic, I can't say. The MCU has generally done a poor job of adapting magic anyways.
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Seen this on Variety website. Though it was really good!
The 9 Biggest Burning Questions Ahead of Friday's WandaVision Finale
SPOILER ALERT: If you haven't seen Episode 8 "Previously On" of WandaVision please don't read!!!
Who is "Fietro"?
Evan Peters arrived at the end of Episode 5 "On A Very Special Episode" , claiming to be Wanda's brother, Pietro. Since then the internet has been in a tizzy over why Peters was playing Pietro Maximoff, and not Aaron Taylor-Johnson, who originated the role in “Avengers: Age of Ultron.”
In Episode 8 ("Previously On"), it was revealed *it was Agatha all along*, having magically pupeteered an alt-Pietro to prompt Wanda into confession over how she is using complex magic (now revealed as Chaos Magic) to control West View.
But why Evan Peters' Quicksilver? Many thought this was Marvel Studios President, Kevin Fiege's way of introducing X-Men into the MCU but it seems likely now - with only one episode to go - that this plot point will go unresolved. Maybe he really was a way for Agatha to get Wanda to spill the magic beans.
Are The Twins Real?
In one of the comic book inspirations for “WandaVision,” Agatha explains to Wanda that the twins she had with Vision disappear from existence when she’s not around to conjure them into beings.
Wanda's magic expands vastly in WandaVision, but it's not perfect and West View townspeople were real before Wanda showed up. Billy and Tommy however, were "conceived" inside the Hex, and grew to 10-year-olds in roughly 48 hours.
Was Agatha behind Billy and Tommy’s rapid aging when she sprayed “lavender” on them as babies? Or did she merely take advantage of the situation as a way to manipulate Wanda and will take them away to provoke emotion from Wanda?
In the [West Coast Marvel] comics, Billy and Tommy end up getting reabsorbed into the soul of Mephisto, the devilish Marvel Big Bad some have surmised is behind Agatha’s set-ups. It’s only later that Billy and Tommy’s souls are freed and placed inside actual human boys, who become the Marvel superheroes Wiccan and Speed - and become part of the Young Avengers.
In Episode 8 we see Wanda create Vision from a yellowish haze that could signify Mind Stone powers are behind his resurrection (inside the Hex) and it's clear here he is his own being, with his own thoughts and dawning awareness (he explores West View and leaves without Wanda's knowledge), but he also cannot survive outside of the Hex. Will this be the same for Billy and Tommy?
Is Monica the MCU's First Mutant?
After Monica dives back into the Hex for a second time (this time willingly) in Episode 7 "Breaking the Fourth Wall" - we see her develop abilities like glowing blue eyes, super strength and the ability to spark blue-tinged energy - though we don't yet know the full extent of her powers.
All evidence seems to point to Monica Rambeau becoming the superhero Photon, who in the comics has also gone by the names of Spectrum, The Lady of Light, Sun Goddess and even in some storylines Captain Marvel.
In the X-Men films and comics, mutant biology is explained as human mutants possessing an X-Gene - that gene is then activated usually by aging, stress or trauma.
If Marvel Studios somehow ties in that Wanda is, in fact, a mutant, then Monica Rambeau would technically not be the first one to step into the MCU scene.
What is Agatha's Book?
In the 7th and 8th episodes of WandaVision we see this book in Agatha's dungeon, emitting a strange mystical orange aura. The focus on it as Wanda first enters the dungeon couldn't mean a mere coincidence; just another prop in a creepy dungeon.
There are plenty of magical books in the MCU - Doctor Strange has seen/read his fair share - including the Darkhold, the Necronomicon and the Tome of Zhered-Na - but none of which have been explored in the films.
It could be the Book of Cagliostro, the book of dark mysticism that was stolen from the Ancient One’s (Tilda Swinton) private library in the first “Doctor Strange” movie. Agatha owning the book is a sure possibility of Doctor Strange's' tie-in for the sequel, Multiverse of Madness, and making his cameo in the season finale highly potential.
Is There a Bigger Bad Beyond Agatha?
Only in Episode 7 did we come to realise that it was *Agatha All Along*, before fingers had been pointed at Wanda for the actions inside of the Hex. But it turns out Wanda wasn't entirely to blame.
Agatha revealed to Wanda in Episode 8 that she sensed Wanda's powers and decided to come check out what was happening, since then it's seemed like Agatha is desperate to know the full extent of Wanda's powers and where she got them from (especially as she knows what Wanda supposedly is - "This is Chaos Magic, Wanda. And that makes you, the Scarlet Witch").
Whether or not Agatha has existing alliances with other Big Bads in the Marvel comics that could become relevant in this current MCU phase (and/or in future ones) — such as Mephisto, the Grim Reaper, Nicholas Scratch, Salem’s Seven, Nightmare, Chthon, Ghost Rider, etcetera - it doesn't necessarily mean they'll be introduced in WandaVision.
That said, this is the MCU and there's no clear "Big Bad" for the next few phases of the MCU for our heroes to fight against. Will they follow a similar route that of Thanos with someone like Mephisto?
Who Is The Mysterious Guest Star?
This could be the trolling of the decade - and we all fell for it.
For weeks Paul Bettany had teased us with a surprise actor popping up at the latter end of WandaVision. He reported that it's been an actor he's “always wanted to work with” and in the show “[they] have fireworks together."(He announced this after Evan Peters' reveal).
Actors including Al Pacino, Mark Hamill, Patrick Stewart, Michael Fassbender, James McAvoy have been theorised from the clues Bettany hinted at, playing various roles such as Professor X, Mephisto, Magneto etc.
At the end of Episode 8, in a post-credit scene, S.W.O.R.D Director Hayward awakened White Vision, who is also played by Bettany. Did Bettany mean himself all along? It's likely we may see White Vision (of S.W.O.R.D creation - he has no memories and doesn't speak in the comics) come head to head with Wanda's Vision in the finale.
Will Vision Survive the Finale? Can He?
Episode 8 heavily showed us the trauma and loss Wanda has experienced in her life, including Vision, who helped her after she lost her twin, Pietro in Sokovia. And the Hex is an example of just how powerful Wanda can be in grief.
If “WandaVision” were to end this season without Wanda confronting what she’s done, and finally allowing herself to accept Vision’s death and move forward, well, this wasn’t the show that we all thought it was going to be.
White Vision may come head to head with Wanda if he manages to kill Wanda's Vision - if she can help create him, surely nothing can stop her from destroying the evil doppelganger of her soulmate in the blink of an eye?
Either way, it looks like Vision will have to die in order for Wanda to move forward.
Will S.W.O.R.D Survive the Finale?
Before WandaVision we had never heard of S.W.O.R.D (Sentient Weapon Observation Response Division), but the organisation has been around for years, in the trusted hands of Monica Rambeau's mother, Maria (played by Lashana Lynch) who was then followed by Tyler Hayward (played by Josh Stamberg).
S.W.O.R.D is like the F.B.I, but for space, and Director Hayward's focus has seemed to be entirely on resurrecting Vision and what powerful weapons can be created from Tony Stark's (and Bruce Banner's) creation.
White Vision could be the end or the beginning of S.W.O.R.D, but with upcoming Marvel films set in outer space incuding Thor Love and Thunder, Guardians of the Galaxy 3, The Eternals, Captain Marvel 2, it's unlikely that the organisation tieing Earth to these other-worldly characters (including the Skrulls) will be wiped out after it's first introduction.
Will Doctor Strange Show Up in the Finale? Or any other Avengers?
We already know that Elizabeth Olsen will be reprising her role as Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch in Doctor Strange 2: Multiverse of Madness, as will Benedict Cumberbatch as Doctor Strange, in March 2022.
Marvel Studios chief Kevin Fiege has remarked repeatedly, that WandaVision directly links up with the events of the Doctor Strange sequel. So it's not entirely unbelievable that Doctor Strange will pop-up in Wanda's self-created reality. Whether this arrival will be a happy visit or not, is the question.
Will he be taking Wanda away to protect her from the likes of Agatha Harkness or S.W.O.R.D? Will he be taking her on a journey through the multiverses to help him save the world? Or will he be taking Wanda to help her study the Chaos Magic and her Mind Stones' powers (like the Ancient One did with him in the first Doctor Strange film)?
#WandaVision#WandaVision Spoilers#Elizabeth Olsen#Paul Bettany#Wanda Maximoff#Vision#Marvel#Disney Plus
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