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Chapter: 8
Kyoko finds Tsuna next to the river, sitting in the grass and staring pensively into the water. He turns to smile in greeting when she gets close, and she returns it, carefully tucking her skirt beneath her as she sits on the ground next to him.
"Gokudera-kun was looking for you," she tells him, tilting her head up to look at the orange-hued afternoon sky.
She had gone to Tsuna's to share the recovery of her injury and to hopefully return to training and had instead found a frantic Gokudera arguing with Haru and Yamamoto about Tsuna's whereabouts. Or more specifically, about whether or not he should track him down.
Haru had been against it.
"If Tsuna-kun wants some space from us, then Haru thinks we should respect that!" She had insisted.
Gokudera had, of course, wanted to go after him.
"How do you know he wants space?! Did he tell you that?!" He had countered, jealous and irritated in turn.
And as always, Yamamoto had attempted to mediate(?) to ill effect.
"Whoa! You're acting like his ex-lovers or something, haha."
Haru and Gokudera had then turned to him in unison and shouted, "Shut up!"
Although she had agreed with Haru, Kyoko had made the executive decision to retreat lest she be caught up in another circular argument. Most of the time, it didn't matter what Haru and Gokudera were fighting about; they could go on bickering forever anyway. Not having been raised a fool, Kyoko had left quietly. Ironically, she had then spotted Tsuna on her way back home.
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Unwavering Presence Chapter 9
Cassian X Archeron Sister (Reader)
Summary: Cassian notices that Y/N skipped training after their night at Rita's. The group heads to the human realms and Y/N reunites with old friends...
Content Warning: Familial trauma/drama, degradation (Consensual), power imbalance, slight fat shaming, so much angst, mentions of death, Nesta being absolutely cruel. Foot stuff (Its quick I promise).
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A/N: The sneak peak I put up for this chapter got cut and is getting moved to chapter 10 because I decided to end this chapter very differently.
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Feyre and Rhys left early the next day and I didn’t feel the need to get up for training. I laid in my bed reading my book when there was a knock on my door, “Come in.”
The door creaking open, and Cassian walked in, I glance up to see him in his leathers, “Your sister left with Rhys to go see the weaver.” He leaned against the door frame, and I made an effort to not watch his biceps contort in his uniform. He smirked and flexed his arm, and I rolled my eyes.
My gaze fell back over my book, and I flipped the page, “You know I don’t know the significance of that. I’m sure Rhys or Feyre will tell me what they’re up to. Why are you here?” I hadn’t meant for there to be a bite in my voice.
“You didn’t come to training.” His tone was soft, and I fought my instinct to look up at him, “I wanted to make sure you were, okay?”
The sound of the page turning was the only noise in my room for a moment, I sighed and closed my book, “Yesterday was a lot.” I looked at him and shrugged, “I don’t want to talk about it.”
Cassian remained silent, he moved to my armoire and my gaze shifted below to and took out my leathers and plopped them on the end of my bed. “Get dressed.”
“Cassian, I’m not in the mood.”
Cassian crossed his arms, “Tough.” The voice of a general talking to his subordinate, “We’re not training, we’re sparring. I expect you downstairs in five minutes.”
I crossed my arms, “What if I don’t come down?”
Cassian walked to the door, he turned back to me with a smirk, “I wouldn’t recommend it, you may not like what happens if you don’t.” He walked away, closing the door behind him. I glared at the door hoping the look seared into his back. I kicked the leathers of the bed and let myself lay back and let sleep consume me.
Cold water collided with my face shocking me up and out of my bed. Cassian stood in front of me with a bucket in his hand a cocky smile on his lips. The cold began to seep into my bones I had to clamp my teeth down to keep from chattering, “What was that for?”
Cassian bent down to pick up the leathers and pressed them into my chest focusing on my eyes and not the fact that my nipples had hardened from the cold and peeking out through my silk nightgown, “I gave you 10 minutes to come down, that was five extra minutes, and you still didn’t come down.”
I bared my teeth at him, and he only chuckled as if he wasn’t threatened by me, this male had seen the worst of humanity, went toe to toe with those people, I bet I barely posed as a threat to him. “I told you I don’t want to train.”
Cassian leaned down to my eye level the smile still lingering and his eyes gleamed with a challenge, “And I told you we’re not training, we’re sparring.” He rose back to his full height as his face softened. “Look, sometimes words don’t help, but you have energy and pent-up things you need to get out. Lucky for you I know someone who can take that on.”
I sighed, annoyed that he was right. I felt the water dripping from my hair and an idea formed in my head, I gave him a saccharine smile, “Alright, Cassie,” I purred as he tilted his head no doubt, confused by the nickname. I’ll give it a chance,” I took a step closer to him, and I could see his neck work as he swallowed. “I am going to need to dry off first.” I shake my head, letting the loose drops of water fly, spraying him in the process.
Cassian took a step back, laughing as the water landed on his skin and his leathers. Once I stopped, I grinned at him satisfied with my work, the hurt of his rejection the night before fading away. “Your trouble, Princess, you know that?” His voice was warm and made the butterflies in my stomach flutter.
Trying to ease those flutters, I shrugged, feigning calm and collected, “I’ll list it right under bad listener.” He laughed again and the sound was so joyous that a part of me would kill anyone who tried to take his joy away. I pressed my hand on his chest and could feel his heartbeat speed up. “Go on, General, I’ll be down in a minute.”
“I’ll have another bucket ready just in case.” He winked and walked out once more, leaving me to change.
I met him in the backyard of the town house Cassian’s back was to me his wings relaxed the leather pants covering his ass perfectly. “I can feel you staring.” Cassian’s voice made me jump. He turned to her with a knowing look on her face, “Enjoying the view.”
I crossed my arms and pooped a hip out, “I see an asshole, who threw water on me to get out of bed, I’m not sure if enjoying the view is what I would call it.”
Cassian raised his hand and motioned two fingers, “Come here, Princess.”
I took a step toward him, my neck straining as I had to look up to him. He opened his palms out a silent command. I placed my hands in his and he led me over to the seat. Taking out some white wrappings and he began wrapping one of my hands. I stared at his face and how there is a wrinkle that peaks through when he concentrates. His lips form in a tight line as he ties off my one hand and begins the other. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure, though you did just ask me a question.” He looks up at me through his lashes.
I laughed, “I suppose I did.”
His smile remained on his face, finishing up wrapping my hand. “What’s your question?”
“Did you always want to be a general?” I looked down and noticed that he was still holding my hand.
The little wrinkle returns as he thinks about the question. “No. I didn’t. I didn’t plan to be living the life I do now. When I was a child, I tried to make sure I survived the next day. I never allowed myself to dream of anything more. Not even when Rhys found me in my ratty tent.”
His eyes grew distant, and I pressed my hands against his cheek, “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have pried.” His eyes met mine and that distant look disappeared as he twisted his head and lightly pressed his lips to the palm of my hand and my breath hitched.
“Don’t apologize, Princess. We can talk about my childhood at a later time. We’re focusing on you now.” He led me to the mat he had set up. He placed padded mittens on his hands. “Now remember what I taught you and just hit my pads as hard as you can.”
I held up my fist the way he showed me I didn’t move to throw a punch. “What if I hurt you?”
“I’ll live, Sweetheart. I’m not easily breakable.”
I glared, “And I am?”
“Did I say that? No. Now come on.” His voice was firm but still gentle. I threw the first punch, “Good again!” I punched the other hand. He keeps praising me and encourages me to go harder. “Now tell me what’s bothering you.”
Continuing my punches, the words tumbled out “I’m anxious about going back to the human realm and seeing my sisters. I’m terrified about this impending war.” The words kept pouring out, “I feel like I don’t belong anywhere. I’m terrified that when Feyre outlives me, she’s going to forget about me. That everyone here will forget me when I die.” I dropped my fists.
“Sweetheart,” Cassian started reaching out to me and I stepped out of reach. His face fell slightly.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered and before I could run to my room, Rhys and Feyre winnowed to the backyard and Feyre looked ready to throttle Rhysand as she walked inside. Refusing to meet Cassian’s gaze, I followed after Feyre.
I walked into her room, and she was flinging various objects around her room. “Feyre? What happened?”
My twin paused and looked at me, “He almost had me killed. The weaver almost killed me. For a stupid ring!”
I felt the familiar scrape against my shield. I let him in. You almost killed my sister for a ring?
That’s a bit dramatic. The ring was an object to test if the sentiment of like calls to like. The ring is also very sentimental to me.
In what way?
It was my mother’s.
Before I could say anything to him, he left my mind and I put my shield back up. “He is insufferable. How do you enjoy his company? He looked smug when I met him out like he was surprised I survive.”
“He is kind, Fey. Also did he look smug or was he proud because not only did you get the ring, but you also got out using the skills that him and Cassian have been teaching you.” I paused, “Also, despite what you believe he is lovely to stare at.” I give her a wink.
She paused and sat on the bed with an exasperated sigh, and I took a moment to look at my sister. Feyre has gained some of the weight back that she lost after we came back from Under the Mountain. She had been sleeping the dark circles that had stained under her eyes were gone. She was finally healing. I smiled happy that life was coming back into those eyes. “I guess he is quite beautiful. Don’t tell him I said it though. He would never let me live it down,” She smiled.
I snorted and then sadness overtook me at my confession to Cassian. One day she will be walking this world alone, when my mortality takes me to whatever comes after death. Would she miss me? Would she find happiness here and be able to simply move on. Our relationship was not perfect but when her neck snapped, I wasn’t sure I was going survive this life without her. Hopefully, Cassian, Azriel and Rhys will take care of her and make sure she lives when I’m gone.
Feyre slammed me into her chest. “Stop that.” Her face was wet with tears. “Just stop. My life would be nothing without you.”
I blinked and hugged her back, “What?” Had I said those things outside?
She pulled away quickly, “Nothing.” She wiped her tears. I sighed, “So you were fighting with Cassian?”
I nodded, “Yeah.”
“You spend a lot of time with him?”
Another nod, “Yup.”
Feyre raises an eyebrow, “I assume you enjoy his company?”
I laughed, “Feyre, just ask what you want to ask.”
“What’s going on between you two, her eyes went doe eyed with curiosity that it reminded me of Elain.
“We’re friends, he helps me train and we hang out sometimes. Is that why he almost kissed you last night?”
“How?” I asked I thought about who would tell her Azriel wouldn’t have said anything.”
“Mor.” we said in unison. We made eye contact and began laughing.
“I don’t know Fey, he seemed relieved that Mor stepped in. As if he was going to make a grave mistake. Though I enjoy his company, talking with him is easy.”
Feyre nods, “And quite handsome.”
I began to think about his warm hazel eyes and his morning stubble or his raven hair. “Handsome doesn’t begin to cover it.” I look over to Feyre and there is a gleam in her eye and a smirk playing on her lips. “What?”
“You got it bad.” I threw the closest pillow at her, and she caught with, with a cackle. The laughter fades and Feyre leaned her head on the headboard. “Rhys says we’re going to the human realm tomorrow. You, me, Rhys, Cassian and Azriel.”
Dread hit me. The idea of seeing Nesta and Elain made my skin crawl. “It’s going to be a shit show.”
Feyre’s face grimaced as she nodded. “Indeed.”
***
The next day the five of us approached the edge of the forest and the manor my sisters were staying in was in view. Rhys is the first to speak, “I’ll put the glamour on us until you give us the okay to come in.” Feyre nodded, dressed in a fine black chiffon dress with silver lining the dress. I opted for A Black satin gown off the shoulder gown, A blood red belt wrapped around the waist with a bow on the back -compliments to Rhysand- kohl lined my eyes and there was a sheen to my lips.
A hand wrapped around mind the red siphon gleaming from the sun peaking through the trees. “You’re nervous.” It wasn’t a question.
“What makes you say that?” I questioned.
“You’ve been wringing your hands and tearing at your nails since we crossed the border. You were fidgeting in my arms the whole flight here.” He gave my hand a comforting squeeze. “A lot has happened since you last seen them it’s okay to feel these feelings.”
“Thanks, Cassian.” I smiled up at him and with the illumination of the sun behind him he looked like a deity.
He smiled back a full grin this time and kissed the top of my hand. “Did I tell you how beautiful you look today?”
My hear rate sped up and heat crawled to my cheeks. “I don’t think so.”
He smiles, “You look absolutely radiant, Princess.” He looked over to Feyre, “Now go, I’ll be right here should you need me.”
I nodded and I looked at Az and Rhys, Az gave a nod like he understood the challenges of visiting family, and Rhys gave a wink. I walked to Feyre, and we reached the front door, and I took a deep breath and felt the nice breeze and I could have sworn the scent of leather and sandalwood wafted through my nostrils and calmed me.
A maid had opened the door and her mouth fell, “The Archeron Twins,” She murmured in shock. She stepped out of the way for us to walk in. “Please follow me. Your sisters will be so pleased to see you.”
She walked us into a sitting room, Nesta sat on a lounge sofa reading a book, Her gray dress accentuated her curves, her face had a regal grace. Elain was in a chair working on some embroidery, in a pink tulle gown and her hair pinned halfway up with some flowers from her garden, no doubt. “Ladies, your sisters have come home.” The maid announced bowing and walking away from the foyer.
Our sisters’ heads snapped up. Nesta had a cool calculating stare assessing our attire and Elain’s face lit up with joy. She rose and ran, closing the space between us and pulling us both in her arms and I’m stunned by how tightly she hugged us. “Welcome!” She withdrew from the embrace and gripped out hands and Elain took note of the tattoos on our collar bones and the one on Feyre’s arm. “Those are beautiful.”
I smiled, Elain was always kind and always found beauty in everything. Her scent of wildflowers causes my eyes to water. “It’s good to see you, Elain.” Nesta rose and my eyes darted toward her, preparing myself for her to pounce if need be. She stuck her nose up as she approached every bit of the queen, she deemed she should be.
“I’m surprise you’re here.” Nesta said her standard Icy tone. I fought the urge to roll my eyes. “I’m surprise you’re both alive.”
Feyre nodded, “We have a lot to tell you.”
Nesta held down a glare, “So speak.”
I was about to combat her command, but Feyre was the one to speak and she told them everything. Under the mountain, Tamlin sending me to my death, how he locked her up in the house, how we both ended up in the Night Court and all the details we know of the upcoming war.
“Why are you here?” Nesta asked not cutting corners and if she felt anyway of Feyre and I facing death she didn’t show it.
“We need you to open the manor to our friends. High Fae. They would like to have a meeting here with the Human Queens. However, they are stubborn gentlemen, who would like to ask you themselves and of course meet you and thank you for even consideration.” I said straightening my posture preparing myself for the verbal lashing.
“No.” Nesta said firmly not even looking at me. Here we go.
“What?”
“Elain gets married in a month to the Lord’s son. I will not risk this wedding for your silly war.”
“We should help.” Elain spoke up and we all turned to look at her. “Nesta, if the wall comes down, there may not be a wedding.”
I smiled to Elain as Nesta mumbled, “Fine, we’ll send the servants out for the next two days.”
I leaned closer to Elain, “Who’s the lucky guy?”
Elain smiled and showed her ring and Feyre, and I noticed the Iron ring adorned her finger, “His name is Graysen.”
I took a sharp breath, “Lord Graysenn?” I asked and Elain nodded enthusiastically and began going into the details of the wedding.
“Look at our good little maid, Xavier.” Graysen’s voice chuckled as I was on my knees the black dress uniforms his family required for me rising, my tongue grazing against the leather of his boot. Bits of mud and gravel getting into my mouth. “She is working so hard for her family.” He shoves his boot farther into my mouth and I begin to suck as he chuckled. “So hard, tell me what your siblings would say if they found out that you were drooling all over yourself just to make sure food was on the table.”
Muffled noises came from my mouth as drool dripped down to my cleavage that my uniform exposed.
Xavier petted my hair, “So good, maybe if she’s really good, I’ll give her those kisses she craves.” An involuntary moan came out of me, “Oh she likes that idea.” He chuckled. Hands were around my waist pulling me back, as Graysen pulled the boot from my mouth, and had me leaning against his firm chest, “Go ahead and swallow for us, pretty girl.” I did what I was told, and Xavier sang praises in my ear. “How lucky that you got this new maid, Graysen.” I looked at the man’s sharp blue eyes, his blonde hair pulled back in a bun. His thumb grazed my hip in swiping motions. Having been together for a few months his beauty and sharp features
Graysen smirked, “Yes indeed,” Graysen lifted my chin, “Do you like working for me Y/N?”
I nod, “I appreciate you offering me work.”
“Anything for my best friend’s girl.” He patted my cheek. “You can go home, after the rest of my boots get a spit shine.”
“Yes, my lord.” I smiled as Xavier’s hands wandered up my thigh, his teeth nibbling the shell of my ear.
“Xavier, please don’t distract her like you did last week. I had to doc her some of her pay.” Xavier gave him a nod and with that the lord’s son left.
Xavier waisted no time leaving kisses up and down my neck, “Xavier, I need to get this work done.”
“Later,” He growled and kissed me passionately. I moaned into his mouth and his tongue slipped in his hand groping my clothed breast. “You are delicious,” He moves to my jaw and my ear, “I’m really glad I met you.”
I smiled, “Me too, Bab-“he silenced me with a growl and a searing kiss.
“Y/N,” I shook the memory from my head to face my twin concern schooling her features, “Where did you go?”
I shook my head burying the memory farther down. “Nowhere at all.” I smiled but Nesta looked at me, her head tilted as if she could sniff out my lie.
***
The servants were gone, and all three Illyrian warriors sucked up all the air in the room. When they entered, I naturally gravitated toward the General. And what has become a habit is his wing curved around me slightly. Nesta stared at us in silence, no detail going unnoticed about her new guests.
“Nesta, we can’t thank you enough, for your hospitality.” Rhysand bows and Nesta lifts her chin. “We come here to ask for a favor.”
“You want to have me host a meeting here with the human queens. My sisters did fill me in.” Nesta’s response was short. I glanced over at Elain and noticed that she was entranced with Azriel and his wings.
Rhys, Feyre and Nesta continued with their conversation when I felt a nudge. I looked over to Cassian and he had an Orange in his hand and a slice held out for me chewing a slice of his own. I grab the slice and take a bite letting the citrus flavor consume me. He plops another slice in his mouth and picks a slice for me and he continued to do that until the fruit was gone. He threw the peels away and when he returned, he whispered in my ear, “The key to withstanding long meetings is bringing food.”
I stood on my tippy toes and whispered back, “Makes sense especially if each person in the room likes to hear themselves talk.”
He chuckled lowly, “I hope you never have to go to a High Lord’s meeting it’s a room full of people who like to hear themselves talk.”
“Sounds miserable.”
Cassian grinned, “Absolutely insufferable.”
I hadn’t even notice that Elain had left but her voice boomed, “Dinner is ready.”
***
Dinner had been tense. I was tucked between Rhys and Cassian, Feyre sat across from me. The males ate in silence and Elain was asking Azriel questions that he was kind enough to answer about his shadows. Eating my meal, I looked over to notice Feyre made a face as she bit into the food.
“Is our food not good enough for you now?” Nesta questioned with an accusatory look as if Feyre thought little of her. I groaned feeling the pain pulsing in my head.
“Just different than what we have back in Prythian.” Feyre muttered looking down at her plate.
Nesta turned a pointed look to me, “What about you? Is the food still good to you since you’re not them?”
“Can we not do this please.” I pleaded, “We haven’t seen either of you in a year. Please I’m begging. Drop it.”
Elain sat quietly, focusing on her own food, and Nesta clearly decided she wanted to lash out. “I will not. You come here, jeopardize our social standing here, and you two suddenly want to act better than us. I can tell you must enjoy the food, considering you're bigger than I saw you last. And even coming here in matching colors with this rabid beast, it's beneath you, really.”
I sighed and rolled my eyes, nothing new. Nesta was always the first to criticize my weight. She had been doing that for years. A hand gripped my knee and gave it a squeeze, I didn’t need to look to know it was Cassian.
“What are you looking at?” Nesta sneered her gaze meeting Cassian.
“A wicked, vile, woman, who would let her two baby sisters go out in the forest alone to help provide for the family. While she sat and did nothing. Feyre and Y/N were willing to lay down their life to save and protect my people. Both are willing to do it again, so you don’t have to go to war. So, excuse me if I’m not pleased that you are choosing to insult these two remarkable females in my presence. As for Y/N being in my colors. I haven’t made a claim against her. I didn’t even know she was going to wear it though the colors suit her beautifully. Also, there is nothing wrong with gaining weight and muscle, the more of her to love, the better.”
Nesta rose and crossed her arms, “You’re a fool. Do you know that? Aligning yourself with Feyre is one thing. She has excellent survival skills and those could be useful, but Y/N? Death follows her everywhere she goes. She killed our mother.” She gave me a pointed look and it felt like my lungs were going to give out. I couldn’t even feel Cassian’s grip tighten. “She killed a debt collector attacking our useless father. If you three are wise, you would leave her here in the human realm before she becomes your doom. And if you don’t than I wonder why the humans ever feared the fae in the first place.” She turns to me, and tears threaten to come down. “I wish it was you that died that day. Not mother.”
Elain and Feyre rose up from their seats, “NESTA,” they said in unison. My legs were not moving at my command as I jolted from my chair and ran out of the dining hall and out of the manor entirely, ignoring my name being called out.
My feet were moving of their own accord, ignoring the cold bite of the evening as I pushed hard and kept moving. Once I finally stopped and took a breath I looked up and found myself in our old cabin. The wood splintered from when Tamlin barged in, the chipped paint of Feyre’s work. The smell brought back memories of late nights, stiff necks, and pain. The depths I went to just to make sure we had some money on the days Feyre couldn’t catch game.
I walked into our bedroom, the dresser calling out like a beacon. I sat in front of it and took in my sister’s work, flowers for Elain, Flames for Nesta and Feyre and I shared the third dresser which was painted with a night sky and a cabin with a shadow by the window. Nothing indicating where I belonged.
I wished you died instead of her. The emotions of the day took hold and deafening sobs unleashed from my body as I covered my face in my hands. Wondering what I ever did to cause Nesta that much pain. My sobs were so loud I didn’t hear the door creak open, but I heard footsteps. “Please go away, I don’t want to talk.”
“Well, that’s a shame,” My spine sat up straight at the familiar voice, “I so desperately want to talk to you, Baby.” I turned to find Xavier in the doorway. His hair cropped short, his white uniform pristine and four gashes scarred above and below his cold blue eyes. My breathing was coming in short rapid, spurts.
Another set of footsteps followed, and a hooded figure walked in. Lowering his hood the moonlight revealed another familiar face, Elain’s now fiancé, Graysen, his smile sinister, “Hello, Y/N.”
Chapter 10
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Chapter 9, Part C is now available to play for Patrons! Part C concludes the entirety of Chapter 9 which means it is the full and complete chapter.
Play the game here.
Part C includes:
The family dinner;
Choose to bring one of four companions to the dinner;
Deal with the family dynamics of your Vinia family and Salyra's family;
Comfort Uncle Belahm;
Confront Salyra about your chosen companion;
Learn more about the political ramifications of venturing to speak with the Nomad Tribes or returning to Vinia;
Speak with your four companions to get more insight into the politics of their choices;
Make an important decision which will play out in Chapter 10.
Release Schedule:
31 May 2024: Ishari Tier Patrons ($15)
3 June 2024: Vinia Tier Patrons ($10)
8 June 2024: Cyre Tier Patrons ($5)
15 June 2024: Nomad Tier Patrons ($2)
Regardless of the tier you join, you will be able to play the early access of the demo up until its completion (the epilogue). You will also get sneak peeks as I write new chapters, get to make decisions on polls, get extra side stories and get sneak peeks of the full portraits of the characters (when completed).
The full word count of Part C is around 80K words without code, which brings the total word count for Chapter 9 to 140K words without code. As of now, the entire game comes to 680K+ words without code. If you wanted to play Chapter 9 but couldn't commit to more than a month of being a Patron, now's your chance to join to play the full chapter!
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Bulletproof (8/10)
Part Summary: The walls of the hideout, though homely, start to feel like a prison as the days go by. Wanda's presence is omnipresent, and there's a comfort in that, even if the situation is far from ideal.
Chapter word count: 3k+ | Tags: Light Angst, Still unresolved feelings, Still gay, Still sharing a bed, Wanda has a confession to make
Ship: Wanda Maximoff x Gender Neutral Reader
Next Part | Series Masterlist
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The soft glow of morning light sneaks through the worn-out curtains, nudging you awake. Blinking slowly, you take a moment to recognize where you are. As you stretch out, you instinctively reach for someone next to you, only to be met with the cold absence of the bed. This feeling of waking up alone, strangely enough, feels like a distant memory.
You push yourself up and swing your legs over the edge of the bed, rubbing your eyes. Soft murmurs reach your ears, pulling you out of your disoriented state. You follow the sound and find yourself moving silently toward the kitchen. Before you get there, however, hushed whispers halt your approach. You linger near the entrance, peeking just enough to catch sight of Wanda, her back turned to you, engaged in a quiet but intense conversation with someone.
You lean against the door frame, observing her, wondering who is on the other line. The conversation continues for a minute before she seems to reach a resolution, ending the call swiftly.
Wanda turns around, startled when she sees you standing there, eyes wide with surprise.
“I didn't mean to eavesdrop,” you say quickly, “I just woke up and—”
She cuts you off with a sigh of relief, “It's okay. I just... wasn't expecting you to be up so soon.”
You tilt your head at her. “Who was that?”
Wanda hesitates, taking a deep breath before replying, “That was Vision.”
“Vision?” The name sounds familiar, but you can’t quite place it.
She nods slowly, her gaze searching yours for any spark of recognition but there’s none. “He thinks he has an idea about the organization that attacked you. He's already informed Steve. For the time being, I'll be here with you.”
“Steve? As in... Captain America?”
Wanda gives a small nod. “Yes. And about me staying here... technically, he didn’t exactly allow it. I've been suspended for breaking protocol.”
“Suspended? Wanda, what did you do?”
“I shouldn't have intervened when they were relocating you, but I couldn't... I couldn't stay away. Not after everything that happened.”
You step closer to her, feeling your heartbeat pick up. “So you're risking your position, your status, just to be here with me?”
Wanda lifts her head, her eyes filled with a determination and sincerity that leaves you breathless. “In a heartbeat.”
There's no denying the strong connection you and Wanda seem to have; everything in you feels like it naturally gravitates towards her. But you can't just trust your gut on this one. She's kept you out of the loop for quite a while. Jumping in and giving her your full trust might be jumping the gun a bit.
But for now, one question burns in your mind.
“Why are they after me?” you ask.
Wanda grins, her gaze flicking to your tousled hair and the crease marks on your cheeks. “How about some breakfast first? I cooked up some bacon and eggs. And there’s coffee too,” she says.
The mere mention of bacon weakens your resolve, and you find your stomach growling in agreement.
“Yeah, I’d love some, thanks.”
Wanda's face softens into a relieved smile as she moves towards the kitchen. “I thought a hearty breakfast might help,” she mutters over the sizzle of bacon. “You always loved a good meal to start the day.” The comforting aroma fills the space, and for a fleeting moment, everything feels almost... normal.
But as you're settling into the comfort, Wanda's tone changes, becoming more somber. “Look, I'm not entirely sure why they’re after you, but I've got a hunch.” Suddenly, her hand darts out, grabbing a knife from the counter. Alarm surges through you, and you can't help but step back, hands raised defensively.
“Whoa, Wanda!” you exclaim.
“Do you trust me?”
“I... I don't know yet,” you confess.
A flicker of disappointment crosses her face. But then, without warning, she suddenly drives the sharp end of the knife into her palm, drawing blood.
Your eyes go wide and you yell in panic, “What the hell, Wanda?!”
“Heal me,” she states, her voice unwavering.
“Are you out of your mind?” you retort, trying to keep your composure even as you're reeling from the suddenness of it all.
“Trust me, Y/N. Just... heal me,” she pleads.
Your heart races as you process what Wanda has just done. Despite the urgency of the situation, memories you can't quite grasp trickle at the edge of your mind. You know you've done this before—healed someone—but you can't recall when or how. The knowledge is there, like a distant song, but you can't make out the words.
“Y/N, please,” Wanda implores, bringing you back to the present.
Wanda's unwavering faith in you, however, gives you the push you need.
You reach for her bleeding hand, memories or not, driven by the undeniable need to help her. Gently cradling her wounded hand in yours, you close your eyes, reaching deep within to tap into a familiar yet forgotten energy.
It starts as a soft tingle at the base of your spine, traveling upwards, through your heart and then branching out into your arms, pooling at your fingertips. The sensation intensifies, almost as if you're redirecting a current, focusing it all on Wanda's wound. A heat emerges, gentle at first, then building to a searing warmth that you fear might be too much.
“It’s… scorching,” you mumble through gritted teeth. But just when you think you should pull away, the heat starts to wane.
Opening your eyes, you pull your hand back. The wound has completely vanished, replaced by smooth, unblemished skin. The bloodstains, too, are gone, as if they were never there to begin with.
Wanda rotates her hand, marveling at the restoration. Then she smirks and says, “I was right.”
You shouldn't find that smirk on her so attractive, but even though you think it's not really the first time, seeing that look now makes your mouth go dry.
“Do you recall any occasion that you got hurt but the wound healed incredibly fast?” Wanda asks.
You think for a moment, remembering a recent incident. “Well, I got a papercut at work last week.”
“Anyone see it happen?”
“Yeah,” you answer. “Louisa and a customer were right there.”
“I already ran a background check on your friend; she’s good. It must be that customer.”
You frown, trying to recall the customer's face. “He was just some random guy, maybe in his late twenties or early thirties, sandy blonde hair. He didn't seem all that interesting.”
Wanda's eyes sharpen, “Did he have a particular symbol or tattoo anywhere? Anything you noticed?”
You shake your head, “I don't think so. I wasn't really paying much attention. Why? Do you think he's related to all this?”
Wanda pauses for a moment, “There have been a few... incidents lately. People with abilities are being targeted—mostly former H.Y.D.R.A agents—but we're not entirely sure why or by whom. This guy might just be a scout or someone low on the hierarchy, but we need to be careful.”
You nod. So, this isn't a simple matter to resolve, especially when what they're after seems to be an intrinsic part of you.
“What happens now?”
“I... don't know,” Wanda admits. “Vision advised that we should stay put for now. The others are handling the situation. As much as I dislike it, I think waiting is our best move at the moment.”
A week ago, being stuck under one roof with your crush felt like a fantasy. Now, you're not even sure how to feel about it.
Your life teetering on the edge isn’t exactly how you envisioned yourself getting close to Wanda.
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The walls of the hideout, though homely, start to feel like a prison as the days go by. Wanda's presence is omnipresent, and there's a comfort in that, even if the situation is far from ideal.
On the fifth day, as Wanda hums softly to herself and prepares what smells like another delicious breakfast, you can't help but blurt out, “You can’t keep me here forever, you know?”
She stops momentarily, looking over her shoulder with a half-smile. “I know. It's just... safer here. For you.”
Your eyes trace the movements of her hands as she expertly flips pancakes on the stove. That's when you notice it — a faint scar on the back of her left hand. It looks old, but the irregularity of it draws your interest.
“How'd you get that?” you ask, pointing to the mark.
Wanda freezes, seemingly caught off guard by the question. She places the spatula down and turns to you, the smile from earlier fading.
“This?” She touches the scar gently. “It's a reminder.”
“A reminder of?”
She chuckles lightly, but there's no humor in her eyes. “Of my own stubbornness, I suppose.”
“You never were one to elaborate much, huh?”
“A minor accident while preparing dinner for the team. And someone I knew offered to heal it. But I declined.”
“Who?”
She looks away for a brief moment, taking a deep breath before she answers. “You.”
A baffled look crosses your face. “Me?”
“We were having one of our group dinners. I accidentally burned myself while serving. I excused myself and headed to the bathroom. You... you followed me, out of concern.”
Suddenly, the scene plays vividly in your mind: the lively chatter in the dining room, the accidental spill, Wanda's quick exit, and your concern driving you to follow her.
“I think I remember,” you whisper, stunned by the sudden clarity.
Wanda's gaze sharpens. “Really?”
“Yeah,” you say, lost in the memory. “I tried to heal the burn. Wanted to make sure you were okay.”
She sighs, a bittersweet smile forming on her lips. “And in my pride and... well, jealousy, I brushed you off. I was upset about something Daisy mentioned earlier. Took it out on you. Told you that not everything needed your 'magic touch’.”
An old sentiment surfaces, and you repeat words from the past, “...’Let it scar then, see if I care.’”
Wanda looks down, her voice soft, “Yeah, those were your words. I felt horrible right after.”
“So, everything you've told me, everything you've said about us, about me being an Avenger... it's all true?” Other than your powers manifesting a few days ago, it’s only now that you’ve recovered a fragment of your lost history, that you can begin to fully grasp everything Wanda has said in the past few days.
Wanda nods. “Every word.”
You sigh. Wanda never pressed to fill in the gaps of your past, and you've been deeply appreciative of the space she gave you to think and decide whether you wanted to learn more.
Now, you believe you're ready.
“Tell me more?”
Wanda tilts her head, regarding you with that adorable expression. “About...?”
“About me? About them? And,” you clear your throat, “about us.”
Instead of answering immediately, Wanda places some pancakes onto your plate and slides it over to you. She serves herself next. Carrying two steaming cups of coffee to the dining table, she gestures for you to start eating.
“Alright, where to begin?” Wanda starts. “Your introduction to the Avengers wasn't typical. You weren’t recruited or asked to join. It was... well, more complicated.”
You take a big bite of your pancakes, humming in delight at the taste. Wanda's face lights up with a smile as she watches you eat, before she continues, “H.Y.D.R.A had you captive for years. They were relentless in their experiments, pushing the human body and mind beyond its natural limits. It's there you gained your unique abilities, a power to heal, not just yourself but others. When the Avengers conducted a raid on a H.Y.D.R.A base, we found you. Confused, scared, lashing out.”
Pausing to meet your eyes, Wanda’s gaze is soft, filled with empathy. “Steve saw past the brainwashed soldier H.Y.D.R.A had tried to mold. He saw a person in need. And he’s always had a knack for seeing the best in people, even when they couldn’t see it in themselves.”
“He approached me?” you ask, your mind swirling with half-formed images of a shield, and strong, kind eyes filled with determination.
“Yes, and he offered you a choice. Redemption, a chance to do good with the powers that were forced upon you,” Wanda adds.
“And the team...?”
“For a while… you were the only Avenger who slept in a cell.”
She grimaces slightly, “They weren’t all onboard initially. It’s not that they doubted Steve's judgment, but... there were trust issues, understandably. So, for a short period, you were kept in a secure section of the compound. Not as a prisoner, but more of a... precaution.”
You swallow hard, the idea of being confined again hitting a nerve. Yet, you nod for her to continue.
Wanda takes a moment, her cheeks flushing deeply as she remembers, “But... things took a turn one day when... when I was in a tight spot. A mission, it... it didn’t go as planned. They knew we were coming. It was an ambush. We were cornered, completely outnumbered.” She hesitates, recalling the memory painfully but with mild fondness for what she says next, “And then... you were there, seemingly from nowhere. You stepped in, putting yourself directly between me and a sniper's bullet, oblivious to the risk... all to protect me.”
Your eyes soften, trying to picture yourself in that scenario, “I... I did that?”
She nods as her own glistens at the memory. “You did. Your bravery that day changed everything. The team started seeing you differently, not as a potential threat but as one of our own.”
“So, that's how...?”
Wanda sighs, eyes darting everywhere but you. “Yes, that’s how we began...uh, sharing a bed. It wasn't, you know, because you... saved me, that I... sort of, maybe, asked you to my room. I mean, it wasn't an invitation-invitation, or at least not as a... thank-you-for-saving-my-life kind of thing.” She continues to fidget, inadvertently mangling her pancake with her fork. “It just seemed... wrong, having you in a cell when there wasn’t a proper room ready for you. So, um, I might have, you know, kind of offered to... share mine. Just temporarily.”
Your eyebrows rise in amusement, and you can't help but let out a soft laugh. “I was actually asking if that's how we became friends.”
Wanda's face turns a brilliant shade of crimson. “Oh,” she murmurs, wishing the floor would just swallow her whole at that very moment. “I thought... I mean... never mind.”
“I didn't even realize we'd shared a bed before,” you comment, not quite letting her off the hook just yet.
“Uh, about that…” Wanda starts, then hesitates, pushing herself back from the table as she stands up.
You put down your fork, picking up on Wanda's rising anxiety. For a split second, you almost expect things around you to start shaking from the intense vibes she's giving off.
“There was one night. The lines... they were blurred while we were both sleeping,” Wanda says.
“What do you mean ‘lines were blurred’?”
“It's... complicated,” Wanda sighs, running her fingers through her hair in frustration. “You felt so guilty afterward that you went back to your old cell.”
Your mind races, trying to piece together that night and your actions. “Why would I feel guilty?”
Wanda gulps, her voice barely above a whisper. “I trespassed into your mind while I was sleeping. And in doing so, it inadvertently allowed you to see my thoughts about you.”
“And what thoughts would those be?” You press, hanging onto her every word now.
Wanda’s eyes dart to yours, a vulnerable honesty in them. “Thoughts that should’ve stayed inside my head because of their... explicit nature.”
Your eyes widen in realization, feeling the weight of her confession. “You were having… dreams about me?”
She nods, her cheeks flaming red. “Yes. And you saw them, felt them, and that’s why you felt guilty. I shouldn’t have let that happen. It was an intrusion.”
You sit back, processing everything. Every time you slide into your side of the bed at night, the palpable tension, the fleeting glances exchanged between the two of you, and the way Wanda cares for you—unlike anyone ever has—it all seems to have been building to this very moment.
Wanda looks as if she's bracing herself for a storm, her gaze downcast and fearful.
“Look,” you finally say, voice filled with regret. “I'm...I'm sorry, Wanda. I don't know what happened, but I'm so, so sorry.”
She looks taken aback. “Wait, why are you apologizing?”
“Because it seemed like I was the one in control. That I let it all happen,” you say, staring at your unfinished meal. “I deserve to be locked up in a cell… not cooped up in this safe haven.”
Wanda suddenly looks frustrated, shaking her head vehemently. “You've got it all wrong,” she says softly.
“How?” you whisper, feeling completely lost.
“Because,” Wanda's voice trembles, her eyes glassy, “if I weren't asleep, it still would've happened.”
“Oh.”
Wanda looks away and takes a few steps back, trying to create as much distance between the two of you as the confines of the small kitchen permit.
“Listen, I have to leave. Steve, uh, is expecting me today, so—”
You aren't buying her excuse. “Wanda—”
“I'll be back later tonight, alright?” she interrupts, brushing past your objections.
Before you can react, red tendrils envelop her, causing you to halt in place as she swiftly exits the hideout.
You sink into the couch, your thoughts more jumbled than ever. It's evident that there's mutual attraction between you two—perhaps even deeper feelings. But if that's the case, why did Wanda keep you at a distance? Why did she let you forget her?
She makes you feel important right now, but you can’t help but wonder if she merely doesn’t want to hurt your feelings by being truly honest about hers.
#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda maximoff imagine#wanda maximoff x you#wanda x you#wanda maximoff#unbetad#my writing#my fic#elizabeth olsen x reader#elizabeth olsen#wanda maximoff fanfiction#natasha romanoff#captain america civil war#the avengers
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Follow Me Not [ZCL] Masterlist
Description: After Chenle "accidentally" hits the follow button on Twitter, you try to get him to unfollow you by any means necessary, even if he's keen on staying right where he's at.
Pairing: Zhong Chenle x Reader (featuring NCT Mark, NCT Jaemin, aespa Ningning, & aespa Karina)
Genre: SOCIAL MEDIA AU! :D suggestive, crack, funny haha stuff idk
This series includes explicit & suggestive content & is not suitable for audiences under 18. If you are a minor, please do not interact.
Content Warnings: suggestive content, man-hating jokes, kys jokes, etc etc will add more when I think of them
Notes: I hit 500 followers!! Thank you everyone <3 this is a little experiment I've been wanting to try for a while, and what's better timing than this??? lol please ignore time stamps i'm too lazy to fix all of them
taglist: open! message me or comment to be added🥰
Contents
profiles: ✨sm’s dumb shits + chenle✨
profiles: the gorlz🤪🩷
chapter 1: plz think of the ratios 2024.1.29
chapter 2: y/n declares war 2024.1.31
chapter 3: russian roulette nct version ☹️ 2024.2.2
chapter 4: detective y/n on the case 🤓👆🏻 2024.2.4
chapter 5: he SNUCK???? 2024.2.5
chapter 6: all the way formal 😉 2024.2.6
chapter 7: i've been bamboozled😭😭😭 2024.2.7
chapter 8: 🥰🤭🥺🫠 always always always 2024.2.8
chapter 9: time lapse 2024.2.9
chapter 10: operation y/nle 2024.2.10
chapter 11: here's the deal 2024.2.11
chapter 12: come here and act normal 2024.2.12
chapter 13: ?????? REPENT SINNER 2024.2.13
bonus: chapter 13.5: maroon (m) 2024.2.13
chapter 14: like the old days🤪🤩 2024.2.14
chapter 15: tired of you two 🙄 2024.2.15
chapter 16: sleepovers every night 🥳🥳 2024.2.16
chapter 17: #ynleisback ❤️ 2024.2.17
chapter 18: 😍that mess is all mine😍 2024.2.18
chapter 19: 🤠 -> 🧢 2024.2.19
epilogue: 结尾 ❤️ (the end❤️) 2024.2.20
+ sneak peek at the timeline...
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Chapter 4 & 5 is finally out!
The wait is finally over. Grab your plot armor, Chapter 4 and 5 of Dear Diary, We Created a Plot Hole! is finally here!
🚌 Play it here! 🚌
To celebrate the release, a +50% ✨EXP Bonus Event will be running for the next couple of weeks!
The full change log is over 500 lines long, so here's an overview of all the new stuff:
🌈 UPDATE HIGHLIGHTS
~ 509,000 total wordcount (including code)
~ 278,000 additional words (including code)
~ New average playthrough of 115,000 words!
New Stuff to Discover!
52 New Secrets to discover, 8 New Trinkets to collect, 12 New Achievements
30 New Character Traits, 15 New Heritage Passives, 3 New Phobias, 16 New Status Effects
3 New Main Quests, 12 New Sidequests
and 1 New Song to sing along to!
New Scenes!
Introductions to Wayne, Lily, and JM's parents!
New exclusive bestfriend scenes!
Get a sneak peek into the story worlds you'll visit in future, in the Story Exchange!
Revamped crush confession scene with your twin!
Steal a kiss on the cheek from your crush!
Catch a preview of Chapter 6!
New Choices and Customization!
Choose the name of MC's dad!
Choose a second bestfriend, other than your twin (and give them a custom nickname)!
You can now choose to have two different pronoun sets!
Choose a mild swear word for your MC
Added B as a crush option
Tons of Diary and Stat Improvements!
New, updated, and expanded character diary entries!
New unlockable codex entries!
Write custom post-scripts in your diary!
Added new toggle settings for simple/detailed view of traits/passives, and background transitions
New trait option that reduces the frequency and gives additional context to Filipino expressions
Improved diary and stat notification layout
So Much More!
Added lots of new character art!
Added gameplay tips!
Lots of references to In Auctorem Credimus!
Roselyna is now approximately 20% more huggable!
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I've also updated the Trinkets & Secrets Guide, as well as the Twin Character Templates!
If you encounter any errors, or have any questions or feedback, feel free to send me an ask! I'll go through my ask backlog after I have recovered from the update.
I hope it was worth the wait! 😊
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Covet (Masterlist)
Summary:
Life was good. No, life was great.
Was.
Until.
Jake Kiszka crashed into the picture.
You welcomed him into your life—your home.
Yes, he was your best friend’s twin. But, he was also the one who would end up disrupting your whole world with his attitude, his troubles, and the annoyingly natural way he lured you in.
Jake Kiszka came with so much you really didn’t want.
At least that’s what you tried to convince yourself.
Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!Reader
Genre: and they were ROOMMATES; slowburn; enemies to lovers; enemies to lovers to friends to who knows what the hell they are
Warnings: 18+ (minors stay away); struggles with anxiety; absent parents; use of drugs and alcohol; sexual situations; etc. *each chapter will include the warnings that you should be aware of as the reader. i promise.* <3
Here is a Covet Visualizer that you can refer to if you're curious what certain outfits may look like, what the boys look like at any point in the story, or if there's a special performance I envision for a chapter... use if you want!
Please enjoy the playlist as you read 🖤
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Covet (Roommates AU)
Word Count (currently): 318,200k+
🌼 🌼 🌼 🌼 🌼 🌼
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5 (sneak peek)
Chapter 6 (sneak peek)
Chapter 7 Pt 1 (sneak peek)
Chapter 7 Pt 2 (sneak peek)
Chapter 8 Pt 1
Chapter 8 Pt 2
Chapter 8 Pt 3 (sneak peek)
Chapter 9 Pt 1 (sneak peek)
Chapter 9 Pt 2 (sneak peek)
Chapter 10 Pt 1 (sneak peek)
Chapter 10 Pt 2
Chapter 11 Pt 1
Chapter 11 Pt 2
Chapter 11 Pt 3 (sneak peek) (coming soon <3)
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Epilogue
#jake kiszka fic#jake kiszka#josh kiszka#greta van fleet#gvf#greta van fleet fic#josh kiszka fic#sam kiszka#danny wagner#jake kiszka smut#jake fic#covet#my fics
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The Girl in IT - Chapter 5 - Pony - Sneak Peek!
Oops??! What happens when our favorite technology-inept CEO accidentally posts a 🍆 pic to the wrong Slack channel...
Chapter 5 out this weekend!
Sneek Peek under the cut!
Connie leans in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as you stroll into the office. Her hand cups her mouth as she shares the latest gossip with Jesse in Engineering.
"Have you heard? Apparently, Joel is getting cozy with someone in the company," she discloses, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Did you catch that Slack message? Wow, what a lucky girl—"
"Or lucky guy," Jesse interjects with a smirk. "'Baby' could be anyone."
Connie turns her attention to you, a playful grin on her face. "Hey Sugar, what's your take? I'm thinking Joel is packing an 8-incher—"
Your eyes widen, and you interrupt in a huff, trying to hide your embarrassment. "What are you even talking about?"
"The Slack message! The admin channel is blowing up!" Connie exclaims. "Don't tell me you missed it on your phone? I haven't seen this many replies since Tommy accidentally sent a dick pic last year. Didn't think Joel had it in him—"
Panic sets in as you pull out your phone, unlocking it to find hundreds of Slack notifications. Your eyes widen in shock. "OH MY GOD!"
#MCG ADMIN
50 members
Joel
Hi baby, someone's missing you today ;P
0003.png - image sent to Miller Construction Group Chat
He's been waiting for your sweet pie, why don't you head on over here and warm him up...
Baby?
Playing coy with me now
Don't be shy...
Tommy
JOEL?
WRONG CHANNEL
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?
Connie (Reception)
OH.
MR. MILLER
YOU DOG YOU 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀
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Frank (Interior Design)
Well.
Ain't that something. Huh.
Wow.
WOW.
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Bill (Civil)
FRANK!
Eugene (Electrical)
Well. Thats some fine 🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆 you have there!
Sarah (HR)
DAD??
ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?
THANK GOD ELLIE IS NOT ON THIS CHANNEL...
Could you please do yourself a favor and delete that?
I'm just going to keep messaging
Guys, please disregard Joel's messages.
I would like to remind you that sending images of this nature is prohibited and NOT acceptable. Please do not use this channel for any inappropriate behavior.
Oh my GOD.
Tommy
Sugar? can you please delete these messages?
SUGAR?
WHERE THE HECK ARE YOU GIRL??
Tess
Shit. I sent her on-site.
FUCK.
Anyone have her key to her office? SARAH?
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8/6/2023
First things first...as of one month ago, I'm no longer an intern!
That's right - I'm now a resident (!) and with that comes more responsibility, but better pay and a better schedule.
What does that mean for Citadel? It means...more time to write! More content! (Case Three: Chapter Two is, in fact, 1/4th of the way complete!)
Thank you to everyone who's supported Citadel so far (and - by extension - supported me through my intern year). I'm so grateful that, through 80+ hour work weeks and 10-day-straight stretches and weeks of night shift again and again and again, you all have been here for me.
Cheers!
-Bouncy
Psst...
If you'd like to gain access to extended sneak peeks, exclusive short snippets, and other goodies (such as character audio clips), consider subscribing to my Patreon. Every dollar really does go to improving my quality of life (you will be...feeding a resident! housing a resident! promoting ✨ wellness ✨ in a resident!). Almost all content unlocks at only $5/month.
Monthly subscriptions not your thing? Consider contributing to my Ko-Fi instead. Follow my Ko-Fi to also be the first to receive notifications on when short snippet commissions re-open!
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"And what are weddings like in District 6?"
You did not move.
This moment had been a long time coming, perhaps too long for someone with his intellect, but here you were. Your turn in his direction was excruciatingly short, head unbowed and eyes clear.
Before you could utter a word, Coriolanus Snow got on his knees before you.
"I know every secret you have kept from me, every lie you have said to my face yet if you asked to burn down the capitol, I'd fetch a match. What you need to understand is that I will never not want you and only you, by my side."
-Sneak peek at Connubium, Chapter 8.
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when the next chapter for chaos in their bones ??I’m sorry but I just finished the last chapter !! i need more 😫😫🙏🙏
Osiyo, Nonnie,
I’m currently finishing up Uni work and writing in between. I’ve been asked a few for a sneak peek into Ch. 8 so I’ll add that one here. Hope it helps :)
Chapter 8 Preview:
“You do that again to her Mosshead, and I’ll be the one there to pick up the pieces.”
Zoro’s eyes narrowed in on him, but Sanji wouldn’t flinch. Not when it came to Doc.
“You won’t be picking up shit-“
“Hey Zoro, not to but in-“
“You’re butting in.”
Usopp swallowed around his need to flee and stood his ground. Zoro had to give him props for that. He was sure he looked ready to slice them both in half at any minute.
“But maybe this could all be avoided if you just told Doc how you felt.”
Zoro looked away from them both. His eyes scanning every inch of the galley as he tried to imagine telling the woman who joined up with Arlong he had feelings for her. That all he wanted to do that night in the galley when she stood in front of him blanketed in moonlight and stars was to kiss her. To lace his hand into that stupid corset shirt Nami let her wear and keep her locked in place to where she couldn’t run away. Not anymore. Not ever again. What he settled on was, “I’m not good at talking. I hit things.”
“We know,” Usopp and Sanji both blurted out together, equally sounding like different pitches of annoyance.
“You’re a waiter. You don’t know anything about me, and you sure as shit don’t know anything about Doc.”
“I know a big green-haired idiot who would allow a beautiful and talented woman to get away from him when I see one.”
Yeah, Zoro was going to have to do something about this waiter. Every time he mentioned anything about you, it made him want to hit something and that something looked a lot like a certain blonde-haired waiter. He’d been wanting to do that since they left Baratie, but he’d been holding back the urge because he’d already knew what Luffy would do. Now though, Zoro felt like he could take whatever scolding Luffy might give him just to have the satisfaction of throwing Sanji overboard.
“I’m willing to bet I also know more about her than you do, at this point. Since, you know, talking is hard and all.”
Sanji sent a shit eating grin in his direction and Zoro hadn’t realized he’d started moving around the island until Usopp appeared next to him. A heavy, “Whoa, okay guys,” practically squeezed out of him with his arms lightly raised as if he was too scared to actually spread them out any farther to keep the two of them apart.
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honeysuckle’s & huckleberry’s | open ask
Howdy y’all!
Enjoy a sneak peek of chapter 8’s moodboard aswell as a little updated name change to the chapter, “What Was I Thinkin’”. As a little reward for all the love and support, I wanted to open requests for future chapters/content of h&h.
If you have a request, please submit it here!
I can not guarantee I will be able to fit everything in, but I have a lot of fun writing things I myself might not think to include! Bonus points if its ✨spicy✨
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Writeblr Introduction
Please reblog!
Hello Writeblr! I'm oliveScales, and I'm currently writing and illustrating my webcomic named "The Forgotten Legends of Chima", or TFLOC for short.
I'm a fan of mythology and folklore, and I'm trying to study a few of them for my worldbuilding. Worldbuildings with focus on culture are my favorite! I also really like stories with animals and anthropomorphic characters. I'm an american who enjoys studying other cultures, and am currently studying the Portuguese language!
The Forgotten Legends of Chima is a fantasy science fiction story about the land of Chima, home to eight animal tribes. Here, you'll learn about their cultures, witness intriguing and complex relationships between them, and understand the importance of diversity.
TFLOC is an interpretation of Legends of Chima's storyline, which means that worldbuilding and characters are going to be developed alongside new content to add further depth into the story, such as unimportant/secondary characters becoming important and vital to the story.
Synopsis
In a world where civilizations clash for Chi in order to survive, Laval, prince of the Lion Tribe, strives to overcome every war and all injustice without ever gripping a sword. It all started when Laval witnessed evil and inequality with his own eyes. Since then, he has promised himself to protect anyone, no matter who they are, from suffering and that he will restore peace in the land of Chima. These are the Forgotten Legends of Chima.
Chapter 1
Episode 1
Episode 2
Episode 3
Chapter 2
Coming soon :)
Sneak Peeks
TFLOC Full Sneak Peek
TFLOC Episode 2 Sneak Peek
TFLOC Sneak Peek (part 1)
TFLOC Sneak Peek (part 2)
TFLOC Sneak Peek (part 3)
TFLOC Sneak Peek (part 4)
TFLOC Sneak Peek (part 5)
TFLOC Sneak Peek (part 6)
TFLOC Sneak Peek (part 7)
TFLOC Sneak Peek (part 8)
TFLOC Sneak Peek (part 9)
TFLOC Sneak Peek (part 10)
TFLOC Sneak Peek (part 11)
TFLOC Sneak Peek (part 12)
TFLOC Sneak Peek (part 13)
TFLOC Sneak Peek (part 14)
TFLOC Sneak Peek (part 15)
TFLOC Sneak Peek (part 16)
TFLOC Sneak Peek (part 17)
TFLOC Sneak Peek (part 18)
TFLOC Sneak Peek (part 19)
TFLOC Sneak Peek (part 20)
TFLOC Sneak Peek (part 21)
TFLOC Sneak Peek (part 22)
TFLOC Sneak Peek 2 (part 1)
TFLOC Sneak Peek (part 23)
TFLOC Sneak Peek (part 24)
TFLOC Sneak Peek 2 (part 2)
(Check the #tfloc tag to see everything TFLOC related!)
Snippets
TFLOC Snippet 1
TFLOC Snippet 2
TFLOC Snippet 3
TFLOC Snippet 4
TFLOC Snippet 5
TFLOC Snippet 6
TFLOC Snippet 7
TFLOC Snippet 8
TFLOC Snippet 9
Laval and Lagravis
Worriz and Gorzan
Sir Fangar
Found Family (Tormak and Li'ella)
Heads Up Seven Up 1
Asks
Are there any proverbs [in Chima]?
When and why did you start writing?
Laval's purpose
Laval and Cragger
Storytelling Saturday
Character Ask (Laval)
WBW Chi Market
STS Halloween Party
Cragger character ask
Muse Monday Ask (Laval)
WBW ghost stories
Links
The Forgotten Legends of Chima Carrd
oliveScales' Carrd
oliveScales' Cohost
oliveScales' Toyhouse
oliveScales' Bluesky
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Crown of Exile Progress Update 👑
Hi wonderful people of Tumblr 😊
It's been a long time since I updated anyone on my progress with Chapter 8 so I'm here to give you a small update. I've been sharing a lot of sneak peeks with my Patrons, and as of Monday, I completed a huge dialogue scene that was taking forever to write.
The current word count of Chapter 8 is around 38K which isn't much, but I'm halfway through the chapter so expect it to go up. There's going to be two NSFW scenes in the second half of Chapter 8, one with Irus and one with Elora. You'll get to reunite with Dena (and Emos) and there'll be a lot of fun times ahead 😋
There's still a lot to write and code and I expect to be done in October. My writing time is really constrained by real life, my job and just general tiredness. Writing in the evenings is hard because sometimes I'm half-asleep and others, I just don't feel like it 😬 That said, progress is being made 🎉 I'm hopeful to have the demo updated next month, but I will let everyone know closer to release time.
Thank you to everyone who's continued to follow, like and just support me 💖
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