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little-miss-vader · 24 days

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Unbreakable Bonds

Pairing: Master!AnakinxPadawan!Reader

Summary: A master is supposed to care deeply for his Padawan… Right?

Word count: 3.8K

A/N: IMPORTANT: Anakin is 26 in this one. You’re 21. Okay? Okay. First. Sorry for disappearing! I’m fine and thank you so much for all the kind words in my inbox they meant the world to me. I just got uninspired for writing and burnt out from work. Second. I genuinely thought this was way longer than it is. Uhhhhh it’s a two parter. Maybe a three. No promises. Can y’all tell this is my fav trope? But i missed u guys 🫶🏼 lazy ending warning i didn’t wanna keep going i wanted to split it in two.

The sounds of the 501st yelling around you was not what you expected to wake up to. The men of the battalion had set up a camp for everybody on the remote planet you’d landed on in the Outer Rim the night before because the walk had been far too long to do in one stretch. You couldn’t even remember what the planet was called. You just knew your Master was assigned to a mission here and that meant you were assigned to it as well.

You shot out of your sleeping bag when you heard blaster shots above head. One flew through your tent, barely even a foot away from you. Your hand reached for your lightsaber on the ground and it flew into your grip as you ran through the flimsy tent door.

The bright suns of the desert planet blinded you for a moment and you adjusted your eyes before whipping your head toward all the commotion.

“They’re flanking left!” You heard Fives yell. You ran over to where you saw Anakin using a rock as cover.

“Master, why didn’t you wake me?” You yelled over the sounds of blaster fire and explosions with wide eyes. He smiled at you, a smile that didn’t aid your panic.

“Well good morning, Princess. Sleep well?” He always had time for jokes, even in an ambush. You groaned and ducked further down when you felt a blaster shot coming directly at you. “If you didn’t already notice. We’ve been ambushed, but I have a plan.” He finished and you stared at him with a blank expression.

“What would that be, Master?” You said wearily, you were preparing yourself to hear what could be considered by most to be an insane string of words in response to your question. To you though, it would be a normal Anakin thing to say. The 501st was doing a fantastic job at keeping them at bay for the short duration of your conversation but instead of responding, Anakin simply smiled before running right at the blaster shots, blocking them as if the ambush meant nothing to him.

The five year difference in your ages didn’t seem to matter. You tended to act and feel like the older one most days. It was a shame when your previous Master died, you cried in your room for days when the news arrived and you still flinched when you heard his name, it gave the council pretty much no choice but to put you under Anakin’s charge until you finished your training and completed your trials.

Regardless of who was more mature, you followed him blindly. The knowledge that you could trust him not to get you killed at the very minimum was reason enough to stay right on his heel. He was running toward a tank that was firing explosives at your camp. You tried to take deep breaths to calm yourself when he climbed up on top of it, dodging whatever came his way in the process. You followed him, doing the best you could with what you had been taught.

You stood with him on top of the tank and he used his lightsaber to cut the locked door open. It dropped to the floor of the small space inside the tank, crushing a battle droid in the process. Anakin jumped down to the bottom and you opted for climbing down the ladder, following him closely. He took the second battle droids head off with one swing of his lightsaber and took the piloting chair when the droid fell to the ground. You stood watch behind him, in case anybody came in behind the two of you.

With an aggressive turn to the handles that controlled the top half of the machine, Anakin turned the tanks artillery around causing your body to jostle around. You caught your footing and within moments, most of the battle droids around you became victim to the explosives flying out of the tank.

You heard something above head and your eyes caught sight of a droid holding a blaster toward you. You expected the thing to climb down before it blasted but when it shot at you from its vantage point you stumbled back with a stagger. Using a relatively easy Force ability, you pushed it off the tank and it landed on the ground. The tank moved as if it had gone over a bump and you safely assumed that you had done your job at getting rid of the droid.

“What was that?” He called over his shoulder and you looked down at your arm where your previously dry robe now had a small, blood-soaked patch.

“Nothing. I took care of it.” You replied with no hesitation. You heard the commotion eventually come to an end and Anakin let the 501st finish off the few remaining droids before getting up out of his seat.

“Thanks for trusting me, Y/N.” He said as he walked by you in the dimly lit space. You placed your lightsaber on your hip and followed him as he climbed up and out of the tank. You winced every time you pulled yourself up the ladder with your injured arm but you still got to the top fairly quickly. Anakin hopped down to the ground and held his hand out to help you. His eyes trailed to your stained robe as you reached your own hand to meet his.

Anakin pulled you down with both haste and caution. His eyebrows furrowed as he examined your wound as best as he could and you stared at him with an expression that screamed silent apologies.

“I’m sorry. I misread the situation and it shot me-“ You started and he didn’t let you finish.

“Next time I check in on you. Tell me the truth.” He spoke sternly as he guided you back to what was left of the camp. You closed your eyes for a moment, beating yourself up for not speaking up.

“I didn’t want to distract you.” You spoke softly and he scoffed.

“You know what’s worse than distracting me? Letting me turn around to see you bled out on the ground.” He stopped walking and his hand still held a firm grip on your uninjured bicep. Your eyes watched your shoes, feeling Anakin’s gaze bore into you.

“Never lie to me again. Mistakes happen, don’t let them fester.” Anakin’s voice was softer now. He let go of your arm and he continued walking before you could apologize again.

Your head hung low as you approached the men who fought valiantly for your Master; not because you were embarrassed, but because you couldn’t keep your head up. You felt your body begin to lose stability and you looked at your arm again, the patch had become almost the entire lower half of your arm and you were beginning to feel the pain. The adrenaline wouldn’t bring you much further and you knew it.

You opened your mouth to speak but you began to see small black dots in your vision. Your head spun slowly and your eyes fell shut. You had very little control over where you dropped, but you felt the impact right before you blacked out and you knew it was going to leave a bruise or two.

You woke up to see the interior of Anakin’s star fighter. You blinked slowly, wincing in pain. You looked down at your arm, it was dressed professionally and your sleeve had been cut off, likely to access the wound without undressing you.

“Keep still. You’re still healing.” A voice rang through the room and you turned your head to find the source. You winced when the movement caused your wound to burn. You heard Anakin sigh and stand up. He stood over you, eyebrows knitted in concern with his arms crossed over his chest.

“What part of ‘tell me if you’re not okay’ do you not understand?” He said sternly. You watched his eyes analyze your dressings from afar and you let out a sigh of your own, your voice sounded cracked and dry.

“I’m sorry-“ You started. Anakin held a hand up, signalling for you to stop speaking. His head angled itself away from you and he took a deep breath with his eyes shut. The way he always did when he had to calm down.

“I care about you.” He said after a moment of silence as he let his hand drop to his side, his voice sounded softer again. “I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you died under my charge. Do you understand?” He gazed at you, looking for a sign that you did in fact, understand. You nodded.

“Good.” He pulled his chair over by the small cot you were laying on and sat down. “How’s it feeling?” He asked, eyebrows furrowing with concern.

You looked at the wound with a shrug. “Could have been worse.” You seethed causing him to deepen the lines in his face, resting his hand on your arm.

“Just… Rest. That’s all you can do until we get to Coruscant.” He looked at you for a moment before getting up, presumably to fly the ship. You leaned back against the pillow and shut your eyes, letting sleep take over you. All you heard before sleep took over your body were the four words he let slip earlier. They echoed in your head as you lulled away.

“I care about you.”

You didn’t dream. At least you thought you didn’t. It was a shock to you when in your slumber, your mind filled with images of your own master smiling, laughing, and holding you. Soft words were whispered behind the backs of the council. His hand reaching for yours to squeeze it because he knew you were nervous. Kisses placed on foreheads and lingering touches were halted when you heard the 501st clanging around beyond your minds eye. In the cockpit on Anakin’s ship. Your eyes snapped open and you immediately closed them again, pretending to stay asleep and trying to grasp what the hell your brain was doing.

By the time the ship arrived on Coruscant, you’d rested and the bacta-bag wrapped around your arm seemed to have worked wonders on you. You opened your eyes to Anakin shaking you softly and the sound of his voice made a small part of you fill with an unexpected warmth.

“I’ll deal with the Council by myself, let me get you to your apartment first.” He said when you finally sat up. He rested a gentle hand on the back of your waist and you felt tingles over your entire back from the contact. The feeling shocked you, causing you to clear your throat to suppress a gasp. Anakin guided you off the bed and helped you off the bridge and onto the landing pad of your balcony.

“Are they angry?” You asked with a look toward him. He smiled, the kind of smile he held on his face when he had a joke in mind.

“They’re not allowed to feel angry remember?” He muttered humorously and you cracked a half smile. “Don’t worry about them.” He finished as he sat you down on your couch.

“Master, I really am sorry.” You spoke as he mindlessly placed the throw blanket from the back of the couch over your legs. Anakin shook his head.

“Really, Y/N. I’m just glad you’re alive.” He said, settling down on the couch beside your legs. His forearms rested over his knees and he clasped his hands between them. You looked at him for longer than you thought appropriate. He looked tired and it took everything in you not to reach out and place your hand on his cheek.

He cared about you. He said it himself. Surely it was the same kind of care every Master had for their Padawan.

But it didn’t feel that way when he looked at you now.

You grappled with your thoughts, convincing yourself you were imagining things, that it was delusion. You almost didn’t hear him speak when he did.

“I almost lost you today.” Anakin said sternly. “I don’t have the time between all my meetings for a funeral, believe me.” He chuckled humourlessly.

“But you didn’t.” You shrugged and played with the frayed edge of the blanket over your legs. He shot you a look that made you smile and he followed with a chuckle. His hair pushed further into his face as he shook his down turned head.

A silence crept its way between the two of you and you watched his every move. You couldn’t explain the feeling that arose every time he smiled at you. It was like a switch had flipped and you desperately tried to figure out a way to flip it back while you watched him place his hands on his knees to push himself to his feet with a sigh. You gnawed at the skin inside your cheek as you watched him.

When he finally looked at you again, your mouth opened to say something, but it shut just as fast. You couldn’t trust your own words right now. Not with the way you were feeling. His lips thinned as he glanced at your arm again and he cleared his throat.

“Rest. I’m leaving you with C3-PO. He’ll help you get back on your feet so we can get back to our job.” He said, not bothering to look at you. You tried to ignore the pang of disappointment you felt at that. You gave him a nod as he retreated to his ship, leaving you with nothing more than a small nod in return.

You worked your jaw as he ascended and sped off. With a swift movement you pushed the blanket off your legs and stood. You felt fine, sure maybe a little bit weak from the blood loss but him calling in a babysitter for you felt unnecessary. You channeled your confusing emotions into annoyance at his childlike treatment of you. Because that seemed healthy.

As you paced your living room you swung your arm around gently to test how mobile you were. It seemed alright, nothing to pause missions or call reinforcements in for. You planned to give him a mouthful when he came back, you practiced your speech out loud as you walked around your apartment.

~•~•~•~

Anakin left yet another long winded meeting with a sigh, closing the door behind him as he left the council chambers. The meetings were a lot more tedious when he didn’t have Y/N with him. She tended to soften the blows, her charm and kindness carried them through plenty of scoldings and lectures from the council. He ran a hand through his hair as he stalked the busy hallways of the Temple.

All he could think of was how dumb he’d been. How blind he was to her struggle. If he’d just taken one second longer to check on her, she wouldn’t have that nasty bruise on the side of her face from the fall. Maybe if he’d kept a better eye on her she wouldn’t have gotten hit with the blaster at all.

Not only did he have to deal with the guilt of letting her get hurt, it was only a matter of time before he finally faced the reality of his feelings toward her. He knew it was coming, he couldn’t hold it back much longer. It already pained him immensely to hide it before she got hurt. Now, the very real fact was, he could misstep once and lose her forever. That dwelled on him and he wouldn’t let anymore time go on without telling her he cared for her in a way a Master shouldn’t care for their Padawan.

He sighed again, turning a corner and making for his speeder that was parked in the corner of the hangar. He’d give her a choice, of course. He’d tell her it was fine if she wanted to ask the council to place her with somebody else. He’d even go as far as push for her trials to be done quicker if it meant she could leave his charge if this all made her uncomfortable. He had every aspect planned but he needed to do it. If not now it would eat him alive forever, possibly until it was too late. He shook the thought from his head as he sped back to her house.

He arrived, later than he wanted, but with flowers and her favourite fruit. It showed he paid attention, at least in his mind. As if any of that would matter if she rejected him.

None of this was right, nor okay. He knew this all too well. He knew exactly what he was doing here and he’d weighed out all the pros and all the cons. Pros, he might have her. Cons, the Code. The damned Code.

He ruffled his hair nervously before taking one final deep breath and exiting his speeder. He caught sight of her pacing around and his eyebrows furrowed. 3PO intersected his path.

“Master Anakin, I fear Miss Y/N has lost it.” He said nervously. Anakin quirked a brow, smirking at the girl pacing her apartment and mouthing things.

“I’ll be the judge of that, thanks 3PO. Stay here.” He muttered as he pushed past the droids and left them on the balcony.

With a swift hand motion, Anakin opened her balcony door and placed her gifts on the table next to him. It wasn’t long before Y/N turned to face him during her paces.

~•~•~•~

“You. What have I done to lead you to believe that I would need not one, but two damned babysitters when I’m realistically only mildly hurt- What’s that?” You stopped in your tracks as you pointed to the flowers on the table. Your eyes landed back on Anakin where he leaned his shoulder against the door frame with his arms crossed.

He gave you a smile and you couldn’t seem to remember where you were in your speech. In fact, you couldn’t remember the speech at all.

“A gift. For you. I guess it’s more of an apology now though, isn’t it? Since you’re upset at me.” He shrugged, looking down at the bouquet and back at you.

“I’m not upset.” You shrugged, crossing your own arms as you took a few steps toward him. Your eyes fixated on him, you didn’t even care about the gift.

“Is that so? I could have sworn..” He trailed and you shook your head.

“Not upset. Glad you’re here.” You muttered and he chuckled as you approached him to snatch up the flowers and fruit to place them their respective places in a home.

“Right.” He nodded, that crooked smile never leaving his face. You didn’t even have to look at him to know what he looked like right now. You muttered something in agreement as you filled a vase with water and began cutting the stems. After a few moments of letting you arrange the flowers, Anakin rounded the counter to stand beside you and cleared his throat. Your breath caught as you looked up at him.

“You feel it too don’t you?” He asked quietly, leaning against the edge of your counter as your hands worked away at the flowers. His words gave you pause, and you placed the flowers neatly in the vase before sliding it to the middle of the counter.

“Feel what?” You questioned, barely looking away from your finishing touches on the arranged bouquet before you grabbed a cutting board for the fruit. His hand rested over yours where you held the board, causing you to look at him again. You studied his features and somehow you knew. You knew exactly what he was talking about, what he was eluding to. Your heart raced as you watched his eyes scan your face, looking at every inch of you to gauge your emotions.

“Don’t make me say it, Y/N. Just tell me if you want it as badly as I do..” His voice was barely above a whisper. Your eyes fell shut for a moment and you took a breath, trying to steady your thoughts. To see reason.

“Say it.” You replied without thinking.

Anakin sighed. “I care about you far more than what would be considered normal… Or.. Correct. In the eyes of the Jedi.” He said, his mouth formed a thin line as he gauged your response.

You stared at him, long and hard. You couldn’t help but feel like this was supposed to happen, that it was always going to happen, that nothing could have stopped it.

“I care about you too, Anakin. But-“

“Show me.” He breathed.

Your eyebrows furrowed. “Show you what?” You asked, already knowing the answer. It was always like this. You were always one step ahead of each other. Which made this conversation feel all the more tedious.

“Show me how much you care. No buts. Use your feelings.” He said, his eyes never leaving yours.

Your breath shuddered again as you placed your hands on the counter next to him and pushed yourself up toward him. Your eyes watched his flutter shut and you followed suit before placing your lips against his.

You melted into him when his hands circled your waist, bringing you directly in front of himself and a small sigh left your lips between kisses. It felt perfect. It felt right. Fated, even. His warm hands sent shivers through you and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself closer.

When you finally broke the kiss, he almost chased you before retreating and placing his forehead against yours. His heavy breaths matched your own and your eyes finally opened to see blue hues looking back at you.

“Well. Shit.” You whispered and he chuckled. “What now?” You asked.

“I don’t know.” He said quietly. “I know I’m screwed if you change your mind though.” He finished with a cocky smile.

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impixx · 1 year

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Hi! Could you please do some headcanons about a first kiss with the bachelors? Love your writing! :D

Stardew Valley Headcannons: First kiss (bachelors)

Hii! Tysm you don’t know how much that means to me 🥺. Sorry this took so long, I’ve been struggling a lot with motivation so this has been sitting in my drafts for awhile. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Technical cannon divergence, as these are different from the cannon heart event first kisses! Please excuse any errors, this was not proofread.

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Sebastian:

I feel that your first kiss with Sebastian would be a very spur of the moment thing

Not that it’s any less special

It would happen outside of his house late one evening, after the sun has set in sky, the stars twinkling above

You’d be sitting nearby as he works on his motorcycle, staring up at the sky, talking about whatever comes to mind

He’d finish up whatever he was doing and go to sit up, being taken aback as he sees how beautiful you look completely captivated by the night sky

Sebastian would walk over to you, wiping his greased up hands off on his pants

As you look up at him you’d notice a streak of grease on his cheek, giggling before reaching up and wiping it off with your thumb

“You got a little something…”

Your hand would linger on his face longer than normal as you lock eyes, getting completely lost in each other

Sebastian would lean down, putting one hand on each side of you, holding himself up on the arms of the chair as he stoops down

He would gently press his lips against yours, locking in a long, innocent kiss

Afterwards the two of you would sit together outside into the late hours of the night, until you eventually have to make your way home, a skip in your step as you relive the kiss in your mind the whole way back

Sam:

Your first kiss with Sam would almost definitely be in his room

You’d both be hanging out, sitting on his bed while playing a video game together

You’d both die in the game, yelling out in frustration before laughing, you leaning against Sam with a hand on his chest

As your laughter died down, a comfortable silence would rise, Sam placing his hand on your cheek and gently moving your head to look at him

He’d stare at you for a moment, building up his courage before he leans in

It would start off completely innocent, the two of you resting your foreheads together after pulling away

But it would start to heat up as you lean in again, becoming more messy as it turns into a make out session instead of one kiss

Of course, his mom would accidentally walk in on this, completely forgetting to knock

You’d jolt away from each other as Sam yelps

“Mom! Can’t you knock?!”

With one hand covering her eyes she’d scold him for leaving the door unlocked, before lightheartedly telling him to use protection

After she closes the door again, the two of you look at each other, bursting out in laughter once again

Shane:

Your first kiss with Shane would probably happen when he’s drunk, with you expecting him not to remember it

But he does.

You’d take him back to your house after finding him at the bar again, making him eat some food and drink some water before allowing him to go to bed

He would be gushing his feelings to you, going on about how much he loves you

Once he’s sobered up a little bit you bring him to your bed, making him lay down and getting in next to him, listening as he rambled about anything and everything

You’d smile as you remember how little he would talk to you when you first met, finding it crazy how much he’s changed

He’s opened up so much, and you’re so proud of him for how far he’s come

As he talks you stare at him adoringly, your eyes practically forming hearts as you stare

Without warning, you lean over him, stopping him from talking as you press your lips together

He would be surprised at first, but quickly relax as he kisses you back

It’s sweet, with love radiating off of the both of you

When you pull away he’d give you a gentle smile, muttering a “wow” before pulling you against his side, the both of you falling asleep soon after

Harvey:

With Harvey, you would almost certainly be making the first move

He’s wanted to kiss you for a long time, but he’s so nervous that you won’t like it

It would happen one day after his shift, the two of you talking at the front desk when you bring him dinner

You could tell he wanted to make a move, to take the next step in your relationship

But as you’re saying your goodbyes, it’s clear that you’ll have to do it yourself

You take his face in your own hands, gently pulling him to you and placing your lips on his

It’s quick but romantic, leaving you both starstruck

He would blush a deep red as he gives a shy grin

“That was… wonderful.”

Elliott:

Elliott would have your first kiss entirely planned out

The night would start with the perfect date, an event that both of you could equally enjoy

After that you would walk back towards his house, stopping on the bridge just before the beach

You’d both look down at the water below, mesmerized by the way the light reflects in beautiful patterns

“Y/N, I wrote a poem for you last night… I would love for you to hear it.” He would tell you, taking your hands in his own.

He reads out his heartfelt poem, gauging your face for your reaction

When you smile and tell him you loved it, he’d give you the sweetest smile in response

Always the gentleman, he would ask you for permission before kissing you

“My love, can I kiss you?” He’d ask, his voice quieter than before, barely above a whisper — but you hear him

You nod, and you both lean in at the same time, his hands gently holding your waist as yours wrap around his neck, your lips finding each other in a gentle embrace

Nobody is around to ruin the moment, it’s just you and Elliott and the sounds of nature surrounding you

Alex:

I like to think that your first kiss with Alex would come after a very competitive game of football with the townspeople

Everyone was bored on the weekend, and it started with Alex and Sam just tossing the football around, eventually more people joining in to make a small scale game

The two teams would be extremely close in score, both becoming competitive despite the only reward being bragging rights

As the game is about the end, Alex scores for his team, just barely pushing their score higher, making them the winners

He would excitedly find you in the ‘crowd’ picking you up and spinning you around before setting you back down

Before he can even think about it, his lips are on yours, kissing you deeply

A few people cheer, and you hear George grumble to “get a room”

You both pull away breathless, a gentle laughter taking you over as you realize the whole town witnessed your first kiss

#stardew valley #stardew valley x reader #sdv #sdv elliott #sdv alex #sdv harvey #sdv sam #sdv sebastian #bachelors x reader #sdv shane

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gunnerfc · 5 months

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❄️ WOSO FICMAS: Dec. 13 - Alexia Putellas ❄️

Alexia Putellas x Reader ( actor ) | WC: 1190

Dec. 13 prompt - surprise visit after thinking they’d be apart on Christmas

-> all translations from google!

-> woso ficmas masterlist can be found here!

Being an actor was fun, you got to spend hours playing someone new and traveling the world to film or do press. Acting brought you a lot of success throughout your career thus far and it was exciting to see where you would go. The main downfall though was having to spend multiple months on location filming which meant being away from your loved ones.

Sometimes filming continued through the holidays, meaning you might be missing spending Christmas with your girlfriend, Alexia. You and Alexia had met while you were filming a different project in Spain, you had bumped into each other literally at a club. The Barça girls were out celebrating another El Clásico win while you and some cast mates were out celebrating the end of filming. Neither of you were paying attention to where you were walking and ran into each other, spilling the contents of your drink on the midfielder.

You had apologized multiple times with Alexia assuring you each time that it was okay. You had offered her your jacket to cover up the liquid stain showing on her shirt, which she took after asking you to let her get you another drink. This was three years ago and since then the two of you have spent as much time together when your jobs allowed for it. Most of your time was spent in Barcelona since it was easier for you to travel but there were times when Alexia would join you on set for a few days if she could.

It was currently two days before Christmas and filming for your current film was taking longer than expected due to some set malfunctions. These delays kept you from flying to Spain from Australia as you originally planned which hurt both you and Alexia. With the season in full swing, it was hard for either of you to see one another and you were determined to spend some time together during the break Alexia had from club football.

You had been in contact with Alexia’s sister Alba after you told Alexia that you didn’t think you'd be able to leave set for a few days for the holidays. You hated seeing her upset and started forming a plan to surprise her the moment the call ended. You didn’t care if you got in trouble with the producers or director, what were they going to do? Fire you? You were the leading actor in the movie, they couldn’t do that.

It was difficult trying to get a flight on such short notice but after a long flight from Australia, you were waiting for your luggage in Barcelona. The only flight you could find was set to arrive in Spain on Christmas morning so you figured it would be the best Christmas surprise for Alexia. After claiming your bags, you quickly got a cab to take you to Alexia’s place where you knew she would be with her mother and sister.

Standing outside of Alexia’s door, you were eager to see her again, the last time you saw Alexia was after Spain won the World Cup in August. You pulled out your phone to text Alba that you were at the door, not wanting to knock and alert Alexia of your presence just yet.

Y/N:

Hola chica! ¡Estoy aquí! (i’m here!)

Alba:

Vale, ¡dame un minuto! (okay! Give me a minute!)

You stood patiently outside the door, waiting for the younger of the two sisters to answer the door, completely unaware of the conversations happening inside.

“¿A quién le envías mensajes, Alba? (who are you texting, Alba?)” Eli questioned, her youngest daughter too preoccupied with her phone to be a part of the conversation.

“Nadie. Ya vuelvo. (nobody. I’ll be right back.)” Alba responded as she stood up from her place on the couch to make her way to the front door.

Alexia and Eli shared a look as the youngest of the trio left the room, confusion on both of their faces. Alexia picked up her phone, hoping you might have sent her a text but didn’t think too much of it when there was no notification on her phone since you were on the other side of the world, either working or sleeping.

Alba let you in, with whispered greetings and a tight hug as you crossed the threshold. You sat your bags by the door, they could be dealt with later. Alba motioned for you to wait a second before following her, wanting to make some kind of statement before you entered the room.

“¡Hay un regalo más para ti, Ale! (there’s one more gift for you, ale!)” Alba cheered when she rounded the corner.

Alexia looked up from her spot on the couch, raising an eyebrow in confusion at her sister. Her eyes fell on you when you entered the room, they widened in surprise when you locked eyes.

“Sorpresa mi amor (surprise my love),” you mumbled, still not believing you were actually in her home right then.

Alexia didn’t say anything as she got from the couch, moving in your direction and wrapping her arms around your waist. Your arms locked around her neck and you buried your face in her neck, inhaling her familiar scent.

Alba joined her mother as they left the room to give the two of you some space. They could speak to you later after Alexia let you go.

“Te extrañé mucho, y/n (I missed you so much),” Alexia sighed, her arms tightened around you.

“Yo también te extrañé (I missed you too),” you cooed, pulling back slightly to look at her face.

The two of you stood there in silence for a second before you both leaned in. Your lips met in a heated kiss, the months of not seeing each other had been too long without touching each other. Alexia pulled away first when air became an issue though her arms didn’t leave your body.

“¿Pensé que no podías irte? (I thought you couldn’t leave)” the blonde asked, confused about how you were here.

“No me importaba lo que dijeran, volvería a casa sin importar nada. (I didn’t care what they said, I was coming home no matter what)” you sniffled, feeling overwhelmed with being in Alexia’s arms again.

Alexia pulled you into another tight hug, this one shorter than the first. When you both pulled away, Alexia took your hand in hers and led you to the kitchen to greet her mother and sister. Eli pulled you into a hug, one tighter than the one Alexia had given you. The older woman missed having you around, you brought out a different side to her daughter.

You spent the rest of Christmas morning giving the family the gifts you had picked out for them that you thought you wouldn’t be able to give them. When nighttime rolled around, you were thrilled to be able to sleep in the same bed as Alexia, having missed being so domestic with the star midfielder. You cherished your short break, promising that the second you wrapped, you would be on a plane back home to your lover.

#woso x reader #barca femeni x reader #fc barcelona #alexia putellas x reader #woso #alexia putellas #espwnt x reader

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bowieandqueen11 · 2 years

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Dating Dream of the Endless Would Include...

Thank you all so much for being so sweet about my last two Dream headcanons, here are the dating ones to complete the set (and also the longest ones)!

Also shock horror I know, but I still have about three episodes of the show left so sorry if this is suddenly very out of character lmao I just love him to the moon and back my petty king

This got much longer than I thought it would oops, so any and all comments are much appreciated!! Thank you ily guys I hope you liked my silly similes lmaoooo

(I do not own the Sandman or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @thekingofkawaii.)

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Since people seem to love these opening sentences so much and I adore writing them lmao... Dream you pathetic ass cape draping eyeliner scrungle of a wet hissing cat, living for the drama dumbass with the smile of a brick I literally love you in every single way you are impeccable. He’s so stupid bless I want to bonk him with a baguette and give him a big ‘ol hug until he awkwardly shoves me off and mopes away. Well guess what sir, this time you are NOT running away from your feelings you’re happy and in love now biss so guess what you’re getting ALL the fluff ‘cause it’s what y’all deserve.

Dream introduced you to everyone as fellow ruler of his realm pretty much straight after your first kiss (my man intense). As soon as he took you by the hand and led you back to the throne room, his hands settled on your shoulders and turned you to face the erratic shards of the stained glass windows. ‘Everything I have’, you feel him whisper against your ear as soft as mist, ‘everything I am... it is also yours.’ He reaches round to tilt your cheek up, until the back of your head is flush against his chest and he’s able to run his finger down the curve of your neck. ‘If you so wish. I will be yours forever... in both dreams and the waking world. Wherever you need me, or want me. I will be there.’

To be completely honest, too many times he’s been afraid that you’ve still left him, so overwhelmed by everything. All that panic twisting in his gut, only to find you talking over Rose Walker’s dream journal in the library. You’re standing near ear to ear with Lucienne, the two of you bumping fingers and pouring over the contents to understand where exactly her poor brother is, the whole time Mervyn yapping at your side. I mean, they all adore you from the get go: they’ve seen over the last few decades how the mere thought of you has been the only thing stopping Morpheus from spiralling too far into despair. As soon as your feet stepped down onto the whirling sand, you were marked as a pretty integral part of the dreaming, human or not.

Plus, all the ravens that you’ve found encroaching on your roof and landing to hop on your shoulders in the waking world finally make sense. Lucienne was under strict orders to keep an eye on you, to make sure you were safe at all times.

Or you’ll wander off, and Dream will come sauntering away from the palace and down the winding path towards the House of Secrets, knowing from instinct that it’s where he'll find you. That same tide tugs him forwards forward into the suffocating mists, until he emerges in front of a pile of crumbling dirt and sees your smile alight the dusk, as piercing and ruinous as the sun. Goldie is perched upon your shoulder, squawking and sneezing into your eyes from time to time. You just laugh, and the sound is enough to double Dream over in grievous endearment. Abel is sitting by your right, still half-leaning in the pit as he giggles and continues his wild story about the King of Dreams from long ago. You turn around only when you hear a rare chuckle, finally spotting Dream standing with his eyes crossed behind you, and an amused eyebrow raised at you and your friends’ antics.

You expect him to ask you to leave, or to at least lead you inside, but to your surprise he sweeps his coat behind him and takes a seat on the squishing dirt beside you. He doesn’t settle until he feels his knee rest against your own, doesn’t feel comfortable while Abel continues spouting his story, until you take his hand and cradle it in your lap. It’s cold, almost contorted like the first dawn’s mist against your skin, but even now it shakes in your hold. It almost makes you laugh: the mystical, awe-striking, beyond marvel King of Dreams so terrified of loving you that he’s shaking like a barn mouse hiding from the overwhelming world around it. The same man who had spent over one hundred years locked like a Greek statue behind solid glass, only to be finally brought to his knees by the one thing he could never escape: his soul’s serendipity.

Eventually the clouds begin to roll over the stars, as if the sky’s painter had thrown buckets of brown paint over her canvas and left the streaks of ribbed sand to sparkle across the gloominess. Yet the King of Dreams just sits there, still as stone, not even daring to look down at you despite how much fondness tugs him too. Sometime during the night your head has fallen against his shoulder and you’ve fallen asleep against the warmth of his coat. He doesn’t want to move you, until eventually he leans down to kiss your head. He joins you in some of the sweetest dreams he can muster: the two of you lounging out amidst a field of flowers on the eve of spring. The firecracker reds and warm sugar plum violets frame his smiling face and the glimmer in his eyes as he lies admits the reeds, gazing up at you. He begrudgingly allows you to weave daisy petals into his hair, after a while of him running after you through the meadows and picking you up, holding you hostage in his arms until you promise not to tell his family about it.

Speaking of, when you eventually get to meet his sister Death, she loves you just as much (or even more) than her brother does straight away!!! She just immediately wraps you up in a big, excited, squealing, full body hug before tugging you off by the arm and leading you off towards the coastal market. She leaves a very confused and huffy Dream to fend for himself for a while, or perhaps gives him the time to visit his old friend Hob at the New Inn. She leads you to her favourite quaint ice cream parlour, where the two of you spend the afternoon sharing a sundae as siblings do, out on the arching thatch seats. Eventually she squints through the sunlight to look at you a little more seriously. ‘That’s the happiest I’ve ever seen my brother, like... ever I think! Thank you. No, seriously, thank you. He’s had enough time to sulk about, it’s good to see him look himself again.’

You and Dream reconvene in the square and spend the rest of the day feeding his treasured pigeons. He keeps looking at you out of the corner of his eyes with that twitching-lip smirk, with all the stars and constellations in the universe burning in them. He tries to be smooth, stealing a pinch of your baguette and throwing the crumbs at you, just to be able to wipe them off. His slender fingers brush over the pulse point on your neck like butterfly wings flitting over the dawning petals of a blooming rose. Then up to your chin, then gliding upwards till they’re hunched, tracing over the outline of your lips. Your heart fizzes as he leans down to kiss you for the first time ever in public, his frame shadowing you, yet bottom lip so welcoming and caressing as he brushes between your own.

Too often has Lucienne walked into the throne room, only to have to clear her throat to try and get Morpheus’ attention. He has his coat wrapped around the two of you like an inky bat like cocoon, sitting together on his throne as you read through the latest census. He stops every so often out of wild amusement when you gasp and point out a new entity. In pride at how well accustomed you’re becoming to his work that he carefully kisses your forehead and leans his own against it.

When it’s raining he’s the type to look confused at first as to why you’re shivering under your jacket and trying to run under London arches. Eventually it finally clocks in his head and he takes his coat off, holding it over your head during the whole journey to your destination, getting soaked himself by the smacking downpour nonchalantly. It’s a kind of second nature, to protect you, that he doesn’t even bat an eyeliner lined eyelid anymore. It’s innate and as natural, easy to him as dreaming.

Sometimes you’ll find Dream skulking around the palace steps like a disgruntled skunk recently kicked out of a bin, still upset after the events with John Dee. Lucienne and Matthew have attempted every possible solution to talk him out of it, but you’re the only one who can bring him back round. The only presence in any realm that feels more like himself than he does. The only one that understand his every idiosyncrasy, every twitch of his face, until you’re sitting by his side as one entity. He’s too stubborn to ever admit it, but he does indeed like it when you trace your pointer finger down the tip of his nose before tapping twice against his lips as if mockingly chiding him. He always peers down above his bottom lashes with wide, almost crossed eyes as he tries to follow you, but it does ground him again. Eventually, without anything even being said, he groans and jumps up to a stand with a ‘thank you, you’re right... of course... my dream’, and then saunters off again as if he owns the catwalk.

He tries to take you out to visit other dreams, even though you’re still terrified of the waters. He slides his fingers between your own, pulling them up to rest above his heart on the docks. He carefully and calmly talks you through everything that’s about to happen, and how he will be in control of every whiff and whim that could occur. He’s still a dramatic ass though, so before he’s even finished counting down to one he’s pulled you off the decking and into the swirling depths. In the darkness, you grasp onto him like a lifeline as he pulls you further down into the macrocosm than you ever thought possible.

It is worth it though... perhaps after a lot of snuggling and apologies from Dream. You end up in the dreams of young Irish man: one who hopes to become a zoologist after his time at university. You get to enjoy a peaceful night in a canopy beneath the stars, lying side by side with Dream as he points out the constellations that swirl gold like koi fish in the grand pond of the sky. He’s still not quite used to physical touch, which is why he seems to start and flinch back when you wind your arm to rest and rub above his abdomen. He’s spent so long... so so long never really getting much attention, or care from his family, so you’ll have to coax him into realising he can trust and relax in your presence. He does eventually let his guard down after a few hours of cuddles, until he eventually slides to sit up and falls dramatically over your knees. It’s the first time he’s ever allowed you to play with his hair, lying there in the darkness as normal lovers set alight do.

I mean, you’re family, right??? Dream begs you to come along to the family get together dinner (mainly so he can have a sparring partner of equal wit and finally get one up on his sibling Desire). He swaps the placards said sibling placed around the fire-lit table so you’re sitting next to him instead of Delirium. Between meals Dream takes your hand under the table and places it on his knee, stroking his thumb over your palm to try and calm himself down. Desire catches wind (thanks to an eagle eyed Despair), and makes some bitter laced remark with a growl of their lips, flick of their hand and sip of their red wine. This ends up with you lunging for him over the candelabra, with Death barely holding you back and Dream leaning back in his seat with a grin so wide on his face he looks like a smug, satisfied cat lmao

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raainy-daze · 1 year

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don't mind me requesting stuff

so what if there was a y/n character who was super surprised when anyone initiated physical contact because who would want to touch anyone like them? (their words)

and so donnie doesn't like physical contact, but the first hug after nearly dying just sends reader into a fucking chopping board. they are stiff as a brick and have their hands awkwardly at their side cause, again, why would anyone (especially someone as amazing as donnie) want to make any contact with them?

(gn!reader please)

You Survived! Now Have Emotions

rottmnt!donnie x gn!reader

summary: wow. explosions sure do just mess up your day, don’t they? oh well, you survived. you kind of have to explain your issues with touch to donnie now, though.

word count: 1609

warnings for maybe slightly ooc?? it’s 12:45 at night i don’t know how good it is okay

a/n: thanks for requesting! sorry this took so ridiculously long. good luck to everyone it applies to on thanksgiving family reunion hell!

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How were you not dead right now?

Hell, you weren’t even just not dead, you only had minor injuries. That was a lot better than you had hoped in the moment. You had plenty of scratches and bruises, but nothing was broken, you were sure of that much. You tested moving cautiously, moving one limb at a time before standing up. The worst damage was taken by your right leg. Sprained, maybe. Not bad enough to not be able towalk, though, thank god. You limped a bit, but hey, that still counted as walking.

There was one catch, though. When the battle was over, and you had fully assessed your injuries, you were alone. Completely, horribly alone. So, you set out, stumbling a bit on your bad leg, in search of your friends.

You called out each of their names, one at a time.

“April!” You’d been closest to her in the fight, towards the back. Why hadn’t she been knocked the same direction you had?

“Mikey!” He’d been the farthest from the explosion, you were pretty sure. If you were fine, surely he’d be uninjured.

“Leo?” Had you even seen him? Last you remembered, he had ported off somewhere, probably with some kind of idea that came too late.

“Raph?” If anyone would be hurt, it would be him, he was closest to the blast. God, you hoped he was fine. He’s tough, he wouldn’t be…? Right?

“Donnie…?” You didn’t even want to think about him, as your thoughts grew steadily darker. You were fine. You were fine. Why wouldn’t everyone else be?

You didn’t know what you’d do without him.

How far could that damn explosion have thrown you? Pretty far, apparently. You weren’t even entirely sure what had caused it. You must’ve been near something flammable, and not noticed in the heat of the fight.

For a moment, you considered that you might be going in the wrong direction, but that couldn’t be right. You could see clear signs of destruction, getting steadily more obvious as you made your way along.

“Guys…?” The longer you spent in your head, the more pessimistic your thoughts got. Your final call was pathetically weak. Your ankle hurt more the farther you walked. You had finally reached the scene of the carnage again. Surely an explosion like that would make any villain flee.

At first, your call wasn’t answered. You shut your eyes, exhausted. You might as well collapse, wait for the others to find you. Or the police, if they showed up soon.

“(Y/N)!”

So much for collapsing.

You turned towards the voice, searching desperately for its source. You found it, all right, right in the middle of this stupid battle site. You felt your energy immediately restore itself. “Donnie!”

He was standing on a pile of debris, right where the explosion had gone off. He didn’t seem to have taken any more damage than you had. You watched as Donnie scrambled down from his perch atop the rubble (which, you would later learn, had been an attempt at a lookout) and began running to greet you.

You smiled a rather tired, albeit relieved, smile, and raised a hand in greeting. You unfortunately were not expecting for Donnie to practically slam into you, pulling you into quite possibly the tightest hug you’d ever been in.

Your brain reacted not unlike a computer crashing. You went entirely stiff, not knowing how else you were meant to react. Time almost slowed down as several facts went through your head all at once.

Fact one: people touching you was not a normal occurrence. Why would it be? You weren’t the kind of person people would usually want to hug, or anything like that.

Fact two: Donnie was just about the least touchy-feely person you knew. You only ever saw him hug people in… well, in situations like this, you guessed.

Fact three: even if Donnie wasn’t so against touch most of the time, you wouldn’t expect something like this anyways. He was so great in almost every way, and you didn’t think you were anywhere near his level.

So, you shut down, with no understanding of what to do. Thankfully soon, Donnie let go of you, though you noticed his hands stayed hovering by your shoulders. “(Y/N), are you okay?”

And you found yourself back in reality, even as your thoughts stayed confusing each other. You felt something wet roll down your face. Oh, god, you were crying. You were crying.

Donnie was never exactly the go-to guy for feelings, so needless to say, neither of you were having a great time figuring out what was going on. “Oh, crap crap crap, please don’t cry-“

That’s the moment someone else chose to make an appearance. More specifically, April and Mikey. They were jogging up from the street opposite of where you’d come from. You weren’t sure whether to be relieved or terrified. On the one hand, they were alive! On the other hand, that was two more people to see you crying. Who likes people watching them crying?

So, you turned your face away, wiping away tears with your hands and trying to hold your sobs in, as they ran your way. They were both yelling, though you were having some trouble filtering it through your head. You hoped it wasn’t something important.

The next hour or so was a blur. Raph was okay. Well, he was alive and not in a coma, at least. He was definitely still worse for wear, though, which wasn’t all that surprise considering you found him heavily dazed in the same pile of rubble Donnie had climbed. At some point, Leo had ported back, yelling something about a solution to the problem which had already vanished. At least he was useful for getting everyone back to the lair without having to climb through the sewers.

That was where you sat now, on the edge of the bigger group. Everyone was treating each other’s injuries, and Mikey was explaining what had happened to Splinter alongside occasional amendments by the others. You had determined that your ankle was, in fact, sprained, and treated it best you could. You weren’t sure how you’d explain what happened to your parents, but you were sure you’d figure it out.

Every so often, you’d catch Donnie glancing at you, which you had only noticed due to you doing the same thing.

As everyone was caught up in stories and follow-up plans, Donnie got up from the first aid kit to sit next to you. The air around you just felt a little uncomfortable, and neither of you spoke for several moments.

“Is everything alright?” Donnie was the one to break the silence. He spoke in a low voice, so as not to draw attention from the others.

“Just peachy. I love getting into near death experiences.” Though phrased as a joke, your voice was flat. He tried setting a hand on your shoulder, only for you to flinch away. “Why are you doing that? And why did you hug me?”

“Well, I was worried about you.” He looked somewhat confused. “And I was happy that you were okay. And I thought that people liked to be touched, usually, so… (Y/N), did I do something wrong?”

“Well, yeah… no? I don’t know. I’m just… well, you’re so cool. And all that. I guess I just… don’t think I deserve it?”

“Excuse me?” If you thought Donnie was confused before, you hadn’t seen anything yet. He looked almost offended. “Deserve it? I’m sorry, who hurt you? Of course you deserve it.”

He continued in what was almost a whisper, as his brothers made some dramatic explosion noise (you think? None of them are great at explosion noises.)

“Look, (Y/N), I know that I don’t usually… you know, touch people, but if anyone deserves it, it’s you. You’re awesome, okay?”

You bit your tongue and turned away from him. You were not going to cry again, especially not now in a place where everyone would most definitely notice.

“Donnie!” Leo cut in. “Did I or did I not specifically say, ‘oh hey, I bet that thing’s going to blow up’?”

Your conversation was marked as ended (or at the very least, put off) as his brothers dragged him into bickering over the details of the day’s events. April rolled her eyes and came to sit with you two, so you resolved to pull yourself together for the time being. The rest of your time in the lair was spent talking things over with April, laying down your cover story to your families.

The incident wouldn’t be brought up again until a week later in the lab, where you thankfully didn’t need to worry about everyone watching you. You talked it over, and you explained your mindset more to Donnie.

After that, things continued as normal. If you were fine with it, Donnie would make a point to make some kind of contact every so often. Usually not full on hugs unless he was in a particularly good mood, but he’d try to have a hand on your shoulder, or maybe holding your own hand.

It didn’t go entirely unnoticed by the others. Every so often, one of his brothers (usually Leo) would make a remark about your special treatment, but that was it. You didn’t feel like talking about it with much anyone else, anyways.

Neither of you were great at touch. That was simply a given of life. But you tried your best, and maybe that was enough. You just hoped you’d never have to go through that again.

#tmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #gn!reader #tmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt donnie x reader #donnie x reader #donnie x gn!reader

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featureenvyproductions · 1 year

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here’s a bird’s eye view of my comic Eyan Eternal

For people who don't know what it is. Bc I think some of you might find it's right up your alley. Well this is an updated one anyway. I do actually have a volume of this out in print right now, but the low def, basic version is online and complete, and tbh, I just want people to read it. I took almost two years to complete this and quite literally poured every waking moment (after work and when I wasn’t fixing stuff in my house) into this to try and finish it.

Ahem

Here is one of these at a glance things!

If that’s enough to intrigue you, take a look at my chapter masterpost which has convenient links to every chapter post so you don’t have to go figuring out where they are and what order they go in!: https://www.tumblr.com/featureenvyproductions/717516139934154752/eyan-eternal-tumblr-chapter-masterpost?source=share

If you like it and want to support me you can also buy a copy of the first print volume, which collects chapters 1-5 and has a smidge of bonus content (only available in the US right now, but that’s not going to be forever, and I’m working on an e-book as well): https://www.etsy.com/FeatureEnvy/listing/1447399615/eyan-eternal?utm_source=Copy&utm_medium=ListingManager&utm_campaign=Share&utm_term=so.lmsm&share_time=1683565699335

And now here is a more detailed break down if you need more info than that...

*Jonathan Frakes asks you things meme voice* have you ever wondered what you’d find if you REALLY lived forever?

Well, meet Eyan, an immortal vampire.

He’s slowly finding out the answer to that question...

...And it appears to be unbearable isolation.

Eons into the distant future, when most stars have faded in the night sky and the cosmic event horizon has confined any remaining beings to an isolated pocket of the universe, Eyan roams interstellar space in a repurposed generation ship in search of anything that could be considered alive/sentient in the way he is.

So far, he’s out of luck.

That is until he runs into an unexpected former rival on a remote planet - Zero, a sentient android he never expected to be the only other person left alive.

Well. That is, if either of them can really be considered “alive”. What does that mean anyway, when the humans who defined what it means to be alive are all gone?

This is something they’ll have to explore and define for themselves as they attempt to set aside their myriad of differences and try to work together on one of the few ways left to escape the dark fate of ultimate isolation - The Grand Encoder, a machine that can upload minds to a special medium - if it even works for them anyway. In the process, they slowly come to accept that maybe they’d had each other all wrong and weren’t seeing the bigger picture.

You may not find any action-packed Star Wars like escapades here in this sci fi drama. You also won’t find ponderings about the origins of vampires or what gave rise to robot sentience - It’s integral to the plot that these things just ARE. But you will find a thoughtful exploration of identity and how it can cause us to define ourselves and relate to (or abandon) each other depending on the framework within which we are doing that exploration and within which we are compelled to exist. It asks the question, what if the frameworks within which we defined our existence and purpose no LONGER existed...Where would we go from there?

And as two immortal guys who are the only folks left in the universe (as far as they know), Eyan and Zero are just the right people to mull over that.

There is both textual and allegorical queerness in this story - both main characters should be considered gay men, even if it’s The Future TM and terms/exact scopes of identities may not be EXACTLY 1-1 with today’s...But I want to be perfectly clear that it was my intent to make them gay because I wanted to see more gay guys in sci fi and I don’t want anyone erasing that. As for the allegorical stuff - I myself am a trans gay man in my late 30s, so this act of re-exploring and re-framing myself and evaluating how and why queer folks interact with each other the way we do is something I’m very familiar with, and I feel like other folks might relate. (I also peppered in some neurodivergent-person-in-a-neurotypical-world moods tbh.)

Of course it’s not all serious. I do have a bit of fun with some old school vampire tropes, tossing Eyan around and putting him in Situations.

Anyway if this all sounds interesting to you, take a look at my tag and site (above)! I’d appreciate it! I also like to hear from people and see if there’s anything about it you related to! :)

I also do everything. Every last monotonous step (well, aside from literally loading up a printing press to churn out volumes lol - BUT REST ASSURED IF I HAD $10K TO PISS INTO THE WIND I WOULD DO THAT TOO). So if there’s ANYTHING you want to know about my process, I’m happy to tell you so please ask, especially if you’re like trying to get started on your own comic or trying to go to print :)

Edit before I go ahead and blaze this: I want to say, to be honest, the creation of comic was initially motivated almost entirely by the isolation/loneliness I’ve felt in my life. It’s not as bad as some folks’ and I know that, but it is a really prevalent thread throughout my life and sometimes is almost unbearable, and my comic began as an exploration of that loneliness, as well as a narrative exercise to try and express the depth of it at its worst point. I’m putting this out here because ultimately I don’t know...maybe someone will catch my drift and understand the feeling I’m trying to illustrate, and maybe they’ll want to see the plot that came of those feelings. I am not above the need to feel seen lol, especially if other people out there feel like they can resonate with this experience as well.

#Eyan Eternal #my comic #vampire #robot #queer sff #indie comic #indie artist

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Incredibly excited to finally start releasing this into the wild!!

After my 2-part Rolan x Tav fic Good Night For Company, I really wanted to write a longer continuation of their story set in Act 3. And at last, here is the first chapter--multiple others planned! (With more romance soon to follow)

Note: this chapter explores darker themes than my usual work. I encourage you to check the AO3 tags if you have any doubts. They will be updated regularly 🖤

A Strand to Climb - Ch.1

Two very different heroes find themselves in Baldur's Gate at last. All Tav can think about is seeing a certain apprentice wizard again, but Rolan finds himself trying to push her away.

Tags: Angst, Physical Abuse, Mutual Pining | Word Count: 2,840 [Read on AO3]

Lorroakan liked to make Rolan wait.

He was a man who enjoyed toying with people, and Rolan found himself the newest and current favorite toy in the archwizard’s collection. He tipped his head back to gaze up at the criss-crossing arches in the high ceiling of Ramazith’s Tower, trying to occupy his mind away from the fatigue pooling in the soles of his feet.

Tonight’s lesson should have begun half an hour ago. He knew better than to move from his usual spot on the fine carpet, however.

Whatever Cal or Lia might think, Rolan was no blind idiot.

He hadn't gotten this far in life without a bitter skepticism about human nature. He'd filed away every rumor he heard about Lorroakan on the road from Elturel, though he hadn’t given them any weight at the time.

The revelation that the man was even worse than what he'd heard was…a disappointment, to be sure. And a complication.

But it did nothing to change his path or his determination to succeed. Apprenticeships with archwizards didn't drop out of the sky, even with ones as worthless and vapid as Lorroakan. Especially not to a student with Infernal blood.

And Rolan could be very patient when he put his mind to it. He’d waited many years to find himself standing here in Ramazith’s Tower, hadn’t he? He could survive another year or two as Lorroakan’s apprentice.

Rolan gathered the thoughts around him like armor where he stood in the center of the cavernous room, awaiting the arrival of his master.

As if on cue, the rushing portal sounded behind him as Lorroakan himself swept into the room.

“I understand my apprentice has been pawing through the merchandise.”

Entering rooms with a full sentence was another of Lorroakan’s favorite tactics. Though he expected it by now, Rolan still found himself thrown off balance by the words for a moment—no doubt their intended purpose. His mind raced to grasp what he was being accused of before he looked to his master.

Lorroakan stood on the step before him with lips drawn into the hint of a smile, an expression that didn’t reach his eyes. The man was angry.

Rolan kept his voice calm and careful. “Master Lorroakan, I should have explained. Two of Aradin’s men managed to get past the guards several nights ago, raiding for valuables. It took some time to salvage the scrolls they damaged in the process.”

“I see. And as a result, you took it upon yourself to give Klank a little upgrade, did you?”

Performing magic in the shop outside of Lorroakan’s direct orders—a mistake. “Yes, Master,” Rolan replied reluctantly.

“How clever,” said Lorroakan above him. But he didn’t sound like he thought it was clever at all.

“I know what a nuisance they’ve been to you, Master Lorroakan.”

“Don’t lie to me, boy—”

As he spoke, Rolan felt a foreign presence prodding at the corners of his mind. There were few spells Lorroakan had demonstrated complete mastery of thus far—but the ritual for detecting thoughts was certainly among them.

Rolan knew he would face a far worse punishment than whatever was coming if he resisted. Instead, fighting all his natural instincts, he let his mind’s defenses go slack.

Lorroakan’s consciousness pierced through his own, rough and careless. It rapidly shoved through his thoughts then withdrew just as abruptly. Rolan held back a wince of discomfort at the treatment.

His master’s eyes narrowed at him, that placid smile still on his lips.

"On your knees," Lorroakan instructed silkily.

As his body obeyed in silence, Rolan felt churning bile and indignant pride rise in his throat. If Lorroakan hoped all these trials would break Rolan's spirit, he'd find they were having the opposite effect.

Lorroakan’s voice was dangerously even. "Although I’ve expressly forbidden it, you decided to avail yourself of a bit of private study from the scroll stock while you were at it. Outside my wishes."

Though Rolan kept his eyes down on the carpet below, he heard the rustle of Lorroakan’s robes as he began to circle him. Like a cat with a mouse.

“Forgive me, Master,” Rolan said down to the floor. “I only reviewed the spells you’ve seen fit to instruct me in.”

A second mistake.

“Oh?” Lorroakan’s voice dripped with fresh venom. “And is my instruction insufficient?”

Yes. Completely fucking useless. “No, Master Lorroakan. I only know how short your time is with more important matters…locating the Nightsong. I hoped to perfect what you’ve taught me, to arrive better prepared for your lessons.”

Surely that was sufficient for his ego? Rolan dared to hope so as Lorroakan’s steps came to a halt in his periphery.

Without warning, the red wizard's palm connected with the soft dip of his temple.

Defenses still down from his earlier mental invasion, Rolan's body jerked sideways; he caught himself with sharp nails into the carpet. The blow rang deafening and shrill between his ears.

"—suffer insolence, boy," Lorroakan was warning somewhere above him as Rolan's hearing returned. "And put those filthy claws away. Are you a man or a beast?"

"Yes, Master," Rolan gasped, hardly knowing whether he should agree or say no. The pain in his skull overwhelmed his senses in a way that must have translated as meekness.

Lorroakan sighed, the way one might at a dear but misbehaving pet.

"Young Rolan," he tutted. "Still so willful. So much yet to learn from my wealth of knowledge. And I am generous…"

As he spoke, his polished boots moved closer into Rolan’s downturned field of vision, and Rolan felt the archmage's soft fingers under his chin guiding his gaze upwards.

This was always the very worst part. Rolan would willingly take a dozen more blows if he could avoid what came after.

Instead, he witnessed the gleam of satisfaction in Lorroakan's eyes as he examined his past weeks' handiwork on his apprentice's face—as if the sight brought him a deep pleasure that verged on carnal. Rolan's insides turned over in disgust.

"Yet even my favorite apprentice must be trained, must be disciplined." Lorroakan's words were silky soft, but his thumb and forefinger gripped into Rolan's chin with bruising force. "You'll stay to reorganize the abjuration wing tonight, alphabetically by subject."

Rolan nodded mutely, as much as Lorroakan's grip allowed. He had just finished reordering them all by title a few days ago. But what did it matter anymore?

At least his penance appeared to have cut the evening short. Lorroakan released him without a backwards glance.

As the archmage swept away toward the portal to take his leave, Rolan got to his feet as slowly as he could manage. He ran hands down his robes, hoping the scuffs on his knees would come out with some careful spellwork. This was the only set he had.

By the time he raised his eyes to look around, Lorroakan was gone. One of the metal Myrmidons shuffled aimlessly near the railing, quite harmless without its master's direction. Lorroakan controlled them, but he hadn’t created them; Rolan had gathered that early.

Alone again, Rolan let out a pent-up breath. Then he turned toward the towering case of books and scrolls on abjuration.

He'd be able to touch them, he knew, but turning a single page would result in a painful rebuke. The nerves in his right hand smarted in memory of the first and last time he'd been stupid enough to try.

Of the vast wealth of texts contained in his tower—how many of their spines had Lorroakan actually cracked open? For an archmage, he was profoundly lacking in a desire for learning, among many other qualities. The wealth of this place was wasted on one like him.

A memory came back to Rolan from the Druid's Grove, a time and place that felt several lifetimes ago now. Gale, her erudite wizard, asking him to repeat Lorroakan's name. Making those insinuations that got Rolan's hackles up in defense for his new master—and for his own judgment.

Rolan should have listened to the words from an older and clearly wiser mind.

Would it have changed anything in the end? He'd reverently carried Lorroakan's invitation with him all the way from Elturel. No matter what he heard, there was never a chance he might have walked away from the offer.

But he might feel like less of a fool.

Hot shame rose in Rolan’s throat. If only Tav and her wizard could see him now, he thought bitterly. The fresh bruise forming at his temple throbbed as if to punctuate the idea. Rolan pushed up the sleeves of his robe and set to work.

—

Though it was only her first morning in Baldur’s Gate proper, Tav found that her list of urgent tasks had grown longer than ever.

There was the spate of gruesome murders, the rival thieves’ guilds warring in the underground, the freshly ordained archduke and his formidable army of Steel Watchers. Not to mention the little problem of a godlike Elder Brain that had begun to test its weakened chains.

Tav had always thought of herself as a patient person. But these past few days, her companions all seemed to be tugging her in opposite directions. Everyone was irritable and on edge, herself included.

After Lae’zel and Astarion had nearly drawn on each other over the campfire last night—a row over what to do with the cambion’s latest offer of a deal—Tav snapped. She made the executive decision that they all needed a day away from each other to clear their heads.

Yet rather than pursue any of her many important leads, here she was loitering alone in front of the message board outside Basilisk Gate.

A good bit of it was taken up with Enver Gortash’s face, looking every bit the messiah he was definitely not. There were other notices: Flaming Fist enlistment posters, a few hand-written notes for missing persons. More likely unfortunate victims in the city’s recent murder spree.

She found her eye uselessly searching for another name altogether. It was probably stupid—did wizards usually announce their new apprentices to the public?

Just as she’d made up her mind to move on, Lorroakan’s own name caught her eye. Tav tore the pamphlet down from the board.

‘Seeking Information About the Nightsong! Report Findings to Archwizard Lorroakan, Master of Ramazith’s Tower in the Upper City, Famed and Illustrious Mage of the Sword Coast.’

Unease bloomed in her stomach. What did an archwizard want with Dame Aylin?

She turned the paper over, looking for anything besides vague details. Nothing on the notice said anything about capture or forcible delivery, but there was a reward printed in large type at the bottom of the page.

Her brows descended at the figure. Something about the size of it only increased her sense of foreboding.

Though she’d planned to make her way to Ramazith’s Tower to see Rolan as soon as she possibly could, perhaps now she had another reason to pay it a visit.

“Hey, Tav!”

She looked around at the sound of her name. Lia stood on the top step from the Basilisk Gate barracks, a slim scroll in her hand. She followed Tav's eyes to the parchment.

“Enlistment papers,” she explained, tucking them in her belt as she descended the stairs. “They’re no Hellriders, but it’s a decent job. Plus I heard some mad cult is planning to march an army down on our heads. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?” Lia added with a wry smile.

Somehow Tav was relieved to hear Lia could joke about it. It lightened some of the weariness in her own chest. She hastily pocketed the reward pamphlet—though she thought Lia’s eyes followed the motion. Then she rounded to return the smile.

“Gods, is it good to see a friend,” she admitted. “How are you, Lia?”

“You mean besides the constant threat of murder and war, and the stupid comments about my horns? Alright, considering,” Lia chuckled.

Tav felt a prickle of anger. She supposed that was a common experience for Tieflings, but that only made it worse somehow.

Lia caught her mood. “Don’t worry about it. We certainly don’t. Besides, it’s loads better here than it ever was back home.”

Tav moved the conversation along. She asked after Cal—trying to avoid immediately turning the subject to Rolan. Even though her heart ached to know how he was. Rolan and his siblings had taken the direct path from Moonrise to the Lower City, no doubt reaching it weeks before her own party had made their winding way toward the gates.

Lia was clever enough to realize what she was doing. Tav’s close relationship with Lia’s older brother was anything but a secret at this point, after all. But the younger woman played along politely for the moment.

When they were all out of other topics to catch up on, Tav did her best to sound as casual as possible. “How’s our brilliant apprentice getting along?”

Lia’s face changed at the question. Her brow flew into a scowl, and the muscle in her jaw tightened.

“I don't talk to him about it anymore,” she snapped.

Tav blinked in surprise, but the feeling was quickly replaced by concern. “What is it?”

Lia looked around for a moment, as if worried someone might be listening to overhear. She moved down a few steps to stand with arms crossed beside Tav.

“Look…Rolan’s proud,” she said in a low voice. “You know that well as I do. He won't ever give me or Cal a straight answer about it. But Tav, seriously? I'm not sure he's been taught a damn thing yet. Rolan always gets upset when me or Cal come by the Sundries. Like he’s scared of someone seeing us there. And every time I’ve been in, Lorroakan’s got him working the stupid counter instead of studying. And his—”

Tav was hanging on every word by the time Lia abruptly cut herself off. The two of them shared a long look.

“I don't think he’s treating Rolan well,” Lia told her. Her nails dug into the fabric of her sleeves. “I know he isn't.”

“Not treating him well how?” The concern had grown to a snake of worry coiling through Tav’s insides.

Lia’s hands continued fidgeting over her arms. She glanced away behind the curtain of her hair, as if regretting how much she'd said.

“Listen, just—just go talk to Rolan. Please? You should hear it from him. If he won't listen to us, maybe he’ll listen to you. Don't think he could ever tell you no,” Lia added with a weak smile, an expression that was more pained than anything.

An ominous feeling swirled around in Tav’s brain, muddling the tail end of their conversation. Her head nodded along automatically as Lia gave an invitation to her and Cal’s flat in Heapside Strands, but her ears barely caught the street name.

Once Lia had given her a quick one-armed hug and departed, Tav stood hardly knowing where she was. A Flaming Fist jostled past her shoulder from the barracks with a backwards comment about loitering in byways.

She hardly heard the man. Her mind was filled with images of Rolan; proud, hopeful, excited for his future. Had this Lorroakan done something to spoil the dream he’d fought so hard to achieve?

As Tav’s hand brushed against the reward pamphlet in her pocket, the fingers there clenched into a fist. The other closed tight around the hilt of the longsword resting in her scabbard.

Whatever it was, something was wrong here. Very wrong. She was tempted to march straight into Sorcerous Sundries, find Rolan, and demand the truth out of him. And if he put on his stubborn act, she could think of a few very pleasant ways to get honest answers from his lips.

But what if he was somehow in danger from this archwizard?

That thought brought her up short. Lia’s voice before had held a hint of fear; not an emotion she’d know Lia to express lightly. Perhaps rushing into the situation blind would risk causing Rolan more harm than good.

Tav felt her pulse pound at the thought of putting him in danger. She let out a breath, trying to clear her head of the tangle of emotions. None of them would help her make a sound decision. As much as she might want to, she shouldn’t go racing off straight to Ramazith’s Tower.

And she shouldn’t go alone. If some kind of trouble was waiting there—increasingly likely when she considered Lorroakan’s cryptic interest in the Nightsong—she would need her companions with her. And they were currently spread out gods-knew-where across the city.

Though her heart fought against it, the logical choice was clear. The wisest course would be to leave this for tomorrow.

In the morning, they would pay a visit to Ramazith’s Tower…and Tav would finally get the measure of this archwizard for herself.

#rolan x tav #cw: abuse #angst #tw: abuse #bg3 rolan #rolan bg3 #mutual pining #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fanfic #tav x rolan #lorroakan is a bastard and he will be dead soon #sage and soldier

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basilf1res · 1 year

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DP x DC “Why do these look like jello?”

Just a little idea I had, the prompt I created for this post was:

Jason Todd experiences a bit of ghost hunger. Once these ghosts start showing up, so do the blobs. They come in different shapes and colors, the most common blob being the electric green ones.

So why are these little green blob ghosts starting to become more and more appetizing to Jason?

(Personally I hc blob ghosts are like a quick way to consume ectoplasm, they’re also another way ghosts are formed, if a blob is around when someone dies then the person imprints and develops from the blob. Blob ghosts are meant to help form and feed ghosts, they don’t really have much of a personality, only the desire to help a ghost out.)

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It had been three days since Tim had been able to capture and contain one of the green bloby ghost thingys, and Jason was set to watch it for a few hours. The birds and bats observed that it had the most reaction around him, the next being Damian and Cass.

He didn’t know how to feel about these things. They first showed up after tin can - who had more than enough guns in his suit to make Jason jealous - completely wreaked an apartment complex in Crime Alley.

Ignoring how the Terminator-wannabe screeched about hanging his pelt on the wall.

Currently, Jason was sitting in a chair, looking at a tinted green glass box that contained the best smelling thing in the whole wide world. It was green, glowing, and had the appearance of jello.

He forcefully kept his helmet on, trying to block out that - delightful, delicious, ambrosial - thick and sour smell. Jason pushed his chair back, noticing he was creeping forward, almost looming over the box.

The blob thing had two black dots for eyes, a glowing green bloby body, and was pressed up against the glass wall closest to him.

He sighed, only a few more minutes and his ghost watching shift would be over. The rest of the family would be coming down to see the test results and conclusions Tim came to.

Stretching, he took off his helmet.

He needed to breathe.

Jason took in a big breath air, an aroma of something good filling his nose, making him feel all gooey inside as he did so. Staring at the blob, his mouth started to salivate the longer he held eye contact with it.

His stomach was empty.

The pit was silent, almost with what felt like anticipation. He wondered if the blob ghost would have a texture more like a chocolate-filled doughnut or the time he emptied a jello cup and shoved the whole sugary treat in his mouth.

He hummed, the thing wasn’t much bigger than his palm, fitting snugly in the center of his hand.

When had he opened the glass box?

Jason lifted the blob ghost up to his eye level, the ambrosial scent wafting through the air. He thought he heard the elevator doors open, but it didn’t matter at the moment.

All reasonable thoughts vanished and he popped the green orb of delight into his mouth and swallowed it whole. Jason absentmindedly thought it was like sorbet but made his insides feel warm and tingly as he began to hear the rapid footsteps to his right.

He purred in pleasure, leaning back in the chair. Jason glanced at the group that was now surrounding him, someone had gripped his shoulders and was talking fast paced. There was a light panicked tone before whoever- Dick, it was Dick - trailed off, wide eyes meeting his dazed ones.

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When Bruce, Cass, Damian, Dick, Steph, Duke, and Tim stepped out of the elevator, they didn’t expect the scene they were greeted with:

Jason had the blob ghost in his hand, his head was slightly turned to the left - enough that they couldn’t see his eyes.

All conversation stopped, Damian couldn’t even bite out a witty remark before their brother tipped his head back and tossed the ball of ectoplasm into his mouth.

That’s when the shouting started, Dick took off and skidded in front of Jason and put his hands on his shoulders. The rest not far behind.

“Jay? Jason!?” The eldest shook him a bit. “Can you hear me? Are you ohh…kay..?”

Dick trailed off, baby blue eyes meeting toxic green ones. A soft inhuman rumbling of satisfaction started coming from his brother’s chest.

“…what…” was the only thing Tim managed to say before Jason blinked a few times, the purring cut off and crystal blue eyes that they knew returned.

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Jason was looking at Dick’s concerned gaze, he blinked.

“Uhm…”

Memories rushed back, like someone had opened a floodgate. He jerked and fell off the chair, Bruce catching him as he started to gag and cough.

He- did he really eat that thing?

The pit was silent.

Jason wheezed, dry heaving for a few seconds. Nothing came back up.

What the fuck??

Dick scooped him up, his arms wrapping around him, Jason buried his face into his brother’s neck. He remembered how amazing the blob smelt like, how light it was, how his mind turned to a gooey mess, the feeling of it sliding down his throat, how the rage receded and the pit fled his mind, how the toxic waters were vanquished and his thoughts no longer muddled.

To say he was disgusted by his own actions was an understatement. He wanted to find a nice dark and lonely hole to roll into and never crawl out of.

Jason hated the silence.

He felt more bodies press up against him, the safety of their arms, how he wanted nothing but to return the favor by keeping them safe.

Words of comfort were constantly murmured in his ears.

It would be okay.

They’ll figure this out.

We’ll always be here.

The pit was gone.

A core was formed.

His stomach was full.

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If anyone wants to expand on this (or any of my prompts really), please tag me! I live for prompts being used and creatively twisted into something light and fluffy or cold and angsty.

This took a little bit to write, it’s also a filler as I kickstart “Project GH05T” since so many of you liked it- like really, it fills me with so much joy to know that y’all enjoy my posts and want to see some more.

I won’t be doing much more for this one specifically, but think of it more like a prologue to a fic, where Jason grows a core and basically goes through half of season one of DP before Danny himself shows up like: wtf?? Who are you???

And Jason proceeds to adopt a ghost kid on the run.

Anyways, I’m a mess because of school and I have to cook dinner tonight (it’s my turn :D).

See y’all with an official addition to “Project GH05T”

#dp x dc #danny phantom #jason todd #red hood #ghost hunger #batfam #blob ghosts #blob ghosts are meant to help feed ghosts #but only sometimes

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kichiyosh1 · 10 months

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Deceitful Youth: "III - Eyes on you, always"

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The ringing of the bell echoed throughout the school's hallways, alongside it are the sounds of shoes swiftly coming into contact with the marbled floors. Quickly turning corners and going up stairs, you finally made it to your destination. Panting heavily, the both of you took a moment to let air into your lungs. You didn't even notice you were still holding hands with the new girl when you knocked on the door with your other hand.

After giving the two of you a questioning look through the small screen glass on the door, the teacher let you in shortly. Her expression quickly changed after registering the presence of the person you brought with you. "I see you took it upon yourself to bring in the new student. You really are such a hard worker, y/n." You were quick to dismiss what she said, a little embarrassed by the compliment and a little guilty since you only happened to bring the new girl here by coincidence after bumping into her.

"Really mrs. ningguang, I don't deserve to be called such after arriving late like this, it's unbefitting of me."

"Alright, alright. Best you take your seat now so we can begin the lesson. Oh, but have your friend here introduce herself first to the class, please." You nod your head. Turning to your friend, you felt how her hand slightly clenched yours, an unreadable expression on her face.

Introductions were unnecessary, It's not like he came here to make friends with a bunch of nobodies anyways, but the caress of your touch, both of your hands now clasping his. It surprised him, and the determined look on your face said he had nothing to worry about.

"No worries! if you end up getting scared then just focus your attention on me, it'll be easier and less overwhelming." You gave her a smile before completely letting go of her hand and heading to your seat. Good thing you did because if he was in your presence any longer he'd have surely fainted on the spot. Red quickly brought color to his face, as he could only sheepishly smile.

This was the [y/n] that had helped him in the past. The same girl that insisted on staying by his side even when others had disregarded him. The thought of you alone was more than enough to sooth him. You took away his pain, gave him a new meaning to what he wanted to be with you

But you also caused it when you decided to transfer here.

'focus my attention on you, huh?' He was already standing in front of the class 'I'll make you crave it', the room's gone silent. A few of them still whispering among themselves, but she didn't pay them any mind since her sights were already set on you.

"The name's Scara—" (Using his real name was far too risky. In the past you were one of the only few that he allowed to call him by his real name, Kunikuzushi. He'd prefer if people called him by the new name he made up for himself, but you didn't know that.)

He said a few more things, throwing in some random hobbies and ambitions all while maintaining that sweet voice, but what he said last had you holding in a laugh.

"Oh, and I'm not into guys."

The bell rang to indicate it was finally time for recess. You could hardly keep your hand steady to fit your coin into the vending machine, still thinking about how scara ended her introduction. "What was that about? Not gonna lie but it kind of caught me off guard." A soft laugh escaped your lips, the coin finally slotted in and your favourite snack fell out.

"I don't see what's so funny." He was able to calm down his previous elation from meeting you. Finding it natural to hold a conversation with you now.

"I guess that's just something I wouldn't expect coming from a pretty girl like you, you know?" You said it so calmly while opening your bag of food, you weren't able to notice how red Scara got again. Were compliments this easy to give and receive between girls? He could hardly keep his composer, but inside he's feasting on any positive comment you send his way.

"I dislike people in general, but guys are just the worst." he said it in such a sickening tone but his face stayed neutral, giving you a glance before the clink of the vending machine sounded. He was trying to see based on your reaction how comfortable you were with the topic. Did you perhaps have a change of mind? Was it still necessary for him to keep up this facade? Did you still look at guys with that same amount of discomfort and disgust your mother had?

You pondered for a moment, before a single chuckle left your lips.

"Yeah, guys are just the worst."

You started munching on your food, brows furrowed as you made your way back to the classroom. "Dthey jusht can't vbe chtrusted!" your words were barely audible as you continued to angrily speak your mind. Not that He minded, Scara seemed more focused on the sound of your voice. He hasn't heard it properly in so long (even now when you're talking with your mouth full, but that's besides the point), and even back then, the sound of your classmates and the background noise of your previous school grating his ears. You were actually talking to him, the nostalgic feeling bringing a contented smile to his face.

It was just like back then when you first approached him. You didn't have trouble speaking your mind before you started to distance yourself. The empty feeling in his chest started to fester, to the point that not a minute, not even a second goes by that he's not thinking about you. That he's not imagining the warmth of your first hug. That he's not dreaming of you and him together.

He was scared, that one day you'll disappear for good and all he's left with is the faint image of you and the past memories you shared. So he made sure to watch over you whenever he could. Slipping extra money into your bag whenever he'd hear you complain you didn't have enough on you, (in exchange he'd take one or two of your hair ties). Scaring off any guys that would linger near you locker (so that he could slip in some of the love letters he wrote.) Following you around to make sure you got home safely ( snapping a few pictures whenever he could).

He did all those things out of love, because he cared for you. There are times he wished you'd notice him, how much he's doing for you that it actually starts to hurt. He just wants you to look at him again, the same way you did back when you were younger, more innocent.

But he's afraid. Afraid you'd look at him the same way you looked at other men. Having your eyes on him, only for you to scrunch your eyebrows and morph your face into a look of disgust. It feels too cold, too cruel it has him shivering. He looks at you with so much love and adoration, and not once has he given you such a hateful gaze. So until now that was the extent of it all. Hand reached out but never enough to reach you, as if afraid to hurt you, but more terrified to hurt himself.

The sound of fingers being snapped slowly started to fade in. "Hellooo, Scara? You were spacing out just now." You looked pretty worried, but Scara dismissed it by giving you a genuine smile. 'Good to know you still cared'

"I'm fine. We should hurry though, don't want to be late again, right?" He already took hold of your hand, giggling to himself while you gave him a confused look, but nonetheless smiled along.

He liked that look on your face. He hopes that one day you'd look at the real him that way, but right now this was enough. You were finally looking at him again, and he's able to look at you without being scared that you'd leave. He'll make sure to keep a close eye on you. He won't tear his gaze off you so easily this time.

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desafinado · 1 year

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ confessing to them hcs

i swear i’m stronger than these emotions, but they’re taking over me

°｡⋆ alhaitham, kazuha, kaeya x reader

°｡⋆ fluff, alhaitham a bit ooc bc i haven’t finished sumeru storyline, kaeya’s has a twinge of angst, overall very ouch (in a good way)

note: ahhhh kazuha’s is my favorite one in this batch… and ik alhaitham might be a bit very ooc, but i like the idea of him becoming more shy and moving delicately around your feelings once he notices he has that effect on you.

(diluc, zhongli, kaveh,) | (alhaitham, kazuha, kaeya)

alhaitham ♡

how do you have the courage to jump off a cliff without any wings? that was basically how you summarised the conundrum of talking to alhaitham.

you only really saw him in passing, seeing him pass the corridors, eating in the cafeteria, out in port ormos.

you never bothered to approach him other than for work, but despite some of the negative rumours about his attitude, your interactions with him were quite pleasant.

“you have my sincerest thanks for your insights. i trust you’ve been well?” “y-yes…” “and, you’re okay, right now…?” “a-ah, yes!”

over time you grew accustomed to his surprisingly amicable disposition towards you, but you could never quite be the first one to approach him.

it was weird, because you could interact with everyone else just fine. you were someone who took initiative amongst your peers, but also handled affairs with a gentle and understanding touch.

anyways, he continued watching out for you. in meetings he’d send a glance your way every now and then as if he was only talking to you, he’d also pass by your office after hours with some tea.

you put it off as him being good at his job, making sure everyone’s functioning and productive. hell, that was what drew you to him in the first place, why you were so scared to strike up a conversation with him.

you admired all his authority, hard work and efforts… i mean his genius was an amazing thing to witness.

so, it only made sense that you'd rather him perceive you as a meek background character than a bumbling flustered idiot.

that all changed, however, when he asked you for insights and advice regarding "emotions" and being a bit more cautious of others’ feelings.

you don't know why he asked you, and frankly you didn't really care. you just wanted to help him the best you could.

"how about this? your ideas are intriguing, but…" "ohh, good so far!" "they could desperately use some fine tuning." "just uh remove the desperately part, and you’ll be set."

to be honest, he doesn't even follow your suggestions half the time, but you being there instantly lightens the mood by 50%.

you saw him in a bit of a different light after then; he was still a genius, of course, but you saw parts of him you’d never expect to see otherwise, and you loved him much more for it.

you hoped it wasn’t obvious in the way you shared a bit too much about your day with him or how you’d let your hand stay on the small of his back a little longer than necessary.

ironically enough, he was the one who got a bit more shy towards you, though much more present. instead of announcing his presence and letting himself into your office with some tea, you’d find him knocking quietly waiting for your affirmation.

he was acting a bit more soft and gentle, as if he had been defeated and something sent him running.

you were quick to catch up in this attitude change of his, as it was even seeping into his attitude with others (“that man…alhaitham… being soft???”). you knew nobody else was brave enough to ask, so you might as well do it yourself.

once again, a delicate knock played itself against the door to office. you looked up at your paperwork, an amused sigh escaping your lips. “come in, alhaitham.”

you heard some shuffling before the door opened to reveal the man, himself; his eyes weren’t completing darting around, but you definitely notice the way they almost restrained themself from looking at you. he closes the door before sitting before your desk; he sets a cup of tea in front of you.

“for you. i know you’ve been a bit more busy lately, the recent changes in the akademiya surely contributing to that.”

you chuckle softly, earning a raised eyebrow from him. “what’s funny?” his voice was firm and slightly rushed, like he needed you to answer right away. you shake your head and pick up the cup between your palms. “you say that as if you don’t bring me tea every day anyways.”

“i do, don’t i?” he looks down and mumbles faintly, rubbing the back of his neck. his bashful gesture only eggs you on further to ask what exactly is going on with him. you take a quick sip of your tea before probing him.

“so, you gonna tell me what’s been up with you lately?”

“ah, you’ve noticed.”

“of course, i think i’d be a bad friend if i didn’t notice.” you watch his embarrassed smile curve into a childish pout. you know it shouldn’t, but it only makes your cheshire smile grow wider. “by now, you should know you could never be such… anyways, if you’ve noticed the shift, i guess there’s no hiding it.” you put down your cup, bracing yourself for whatever revelation comes next.

“i guess i just wanted to accommodate you better. i know you were quite shy when talking to me initially, and you do seem much more comfortable around me now.”

you hum in acknowledgement, knowing he has a bit more to share. he was always like this, sharing only what he deemed necessary, but you always knew he had more, you just had to give him that space.

“you look better like this, spending more time with me. uh i mean, i like seeing you unafraid of my presence, being curt with me. i…”

he finally meets your eyes, and you’re entranced by that look. your head starts to feel dizzy as you focus on the vision of him to keep you grounded. “oh, alhaitham… you d-don’t need to dance around my feelings, i…”

his eyes widen, and he quickly grabs your hand; you’re shocked by his touch, but you’re certainly not deterred by it. if anything, it’s only helping you process whatever is going on.

“i don’t want to lose you, dear, isn’t that obvious? i don’t care what those others think, as long as it means that you’re still standing by my side.”

“a-alhaitham, wait i–”

“you love me, correct?”

you freeze up, pondering if this was still reality; if alhaitham had really known and if you were really faced with the task of answering such a question. you suppose you should’ve known, nothing ever really gets past him.

“i didn’t know how to approach it, that’s why i— you already know i’m not best with those sorts of things. all i knew is that i couldn't lose you over it; i didn’t want to upset you, i didn’t want to overwhelm you. i couldn’t bear to watch your adoration turn into hatred and angst, especially when all my flaws became more apparent.”

your free hand caresses his cheek, trying to brush away his fears. “alhaitham… if you knew i loved you, you should’ve also known that i love you just the way you are. knowing you better, i only fell harder, and… if we’re being honest, i don’t think i could ever hate you.”

he looks up at you, the desperation is clear. “neither could i… i mean, i believe my feelings for you are obvious now, so would you like to give it a try? loving me, i mean. ” your eyes crinkle and smile from eye to eye.

“let me love you, and i shall.”

kazuha ♡

spring was always your favourite season, but kazuha’s presence made it all the better.

hanami: flower viewing, usually done during cherry blossom season.

hanami-zake: sake specifically for hanami; fallen cherry blossom/s are typically immersed in the sake.

you could listen to his mellow voice for days on end, short haikus and poems whispered amidst the pollen in the spring air.

you were friends for the longest time, and after a few cold years in inazuma, you had finally met again without any worries, care for time or need for secrecy.

before he had escaped away, you both hung around the same small group of friends.

one of your favourite memories was participating in hanami with them; perhaps it was the bare beauty of the flowers or the intoxicating hanami-zake, but you both especially enjoyed each other’s company far too much during this period.

tangents about how beautiful life and nature is, ramblings of small yet imaginative ideas you both, and simply basking in what the tomorrow could possibly bring.

this of course changed with the death of your mutual friend, and it seemed like you were the only one standing by and holding out hope for the kazuha. everyone else had left, either too scared, angry or hopeless.

you definitely did feel pity for his situation, but that wasn’t why you didn’t abandon him.

you trusted him, his will, and his actions, and a big part of you wanted to believe that he would come back a hero to inazuma.

once he caught wind of this, he started exchanging letters with you, appreciative of your trust in him, and frankly, he could use a familiar friend.

while you both addressed the elephant in the room, you mostly talked about your feelings. you shared your sadness, anxieties, grievances, and small moments of happiness.

you could talk to him about anything, as he could; you quickly became a dear friend to him, a reminder that someone had seen all of him and still trusted him.

you didn’t fully understand it at the time, but you so painfully yearned to hold his hand and give him all the affection he deserved.

letters turned to secret meetings in the dock, and secret meetings eventually turned back into normal ones; his name being cleared and inazuma welcoming him with open arms.

the day he came back and you saw the most precious smile you could imagine to see, that was when you fell hard. a few other people got to him first, but you didn’t mind. the view of him getting the praise he deserved was delightful.

“don’t forget about me, now that you’re a great hero…” “i… i could never!”

you were only teasing, but the moment his head turned to find you. he ran towards you and pulled you into the warmest of hugs, even raising you up.

it felt different, different from all the other times at least. it made your heart race, your face flush and your fingers tremble ever so slightly.

it was a few days into your catching up with one another, when you decided to bring up these strange, unnecessary, but almost enjoyable feelings.

“zuha?”

he hummed in acknowledgement, gazing at the clouds,. your head lay on his lap as you both rested in the middle of a field. there were a few clouds, but the sun still shone bright upon you, the both of you.

“i have some… feelings i need to share.”

he looked back down, raising an eyebrow. you both never really shied away from talking about such in letters, so he was quick to note the uncertainty in your voice. “oh? share away.”

you swallowed a lump in your throat before speaking; it wasn’t as though you were revealing some scandalous secret, so you didn’t understand why your body was acting the way it did.

“i’ve been having some feelings for you recently.”

kazuha almost choked on his own saliva, hearing you be so straightforward. sure, he recognised the ambiguity in your voice, but he certainly did not expect this. he was a bit shy, but did want to express that he returned such feelings. “o-ooh! that-t’s… um…”

“it uh makes me uncomfortable.”

for the second time, the shock is more than apparent in his face. he’s horrified by your admissions and his own actions; he’s frozen in place, sputtering out apologies. “a-ah, i’m sorry! let me just get that and y-you can stand up and-”

“kazuha, wait a minute.” you chuckle, brushing the flower chain off your face and onto the grass below. you lightly take his hands, intertwining his finger in yours; your grip is firm, but not by any means, rough. he quickly realises you’re trying to calm him down, and he lets you do so.

“i didn’t mean it like that. i meant like… its as though i’m running a marathon whenever we hang out. it isn’t negative feeling, but it is a new one.”

you speak slowly, squeezing his hand at every other word. you’ve never seen him this way, a flustered and bumbling mess, but it is quite a cute sight; something you wouldn’t mind seeing again. fortunately for him, you do have enough courtesy to help him calm his heart.

“ah, i see.” his breath evens out, and he lets out a sigh of relief. for a moment there, he really thought you were revealing your annoyance and/or hatred for him. after processing your words, he has a good idea of what’s really going on. he gives you a kind smile and squeezes your hand in response.

“hmm… could you describe it further, darling?”

“ah.”

you let out a small squeak at his nickname; he’s called you it before in letters so you don’t know why you’re being so bashful about it. you feel a blush spread across and wish you simply fade into the wall.

“like right now, actually… i… when y-you call me such things, touch me in certain ways.” his gaze on you only softens as you continue speaking so timidly; on the other hand, you want to turn away, bury your face in the grace, but you want to get your point across. “t-the way you’re looking at me, right now.” your voice comes out a bit quieter, but all the same to kazuha.

“hmm… i think i understand how you’re feeling. just one more thing…”

he asks inches his face closer to yours, lips above yours, as though it was the sun’s light grazing the grass.

“would you perhaps want to kiss me right now, darling?”

you nod a little too excitedly, any self-restraint you had flying out into the sunset. you’ve never really considered it, but the mere mention of the idea seems really good. he lets out another quiet chuckle, you can feel it against your cheek.

“then i think what you’re feeling is love; love for me to be more specific. you need me to give you an example of my love for you?”

kaeya ♡

it all started when you both ended it. you argued day and night about the smallest things; you suppose that the stress from work and transitioning into adulthood had taken its toll on you both.

since then, there was only one thing you both agreed on, and that was how you would be very much better off without each other.

you cried, a lot. it was a mix of sadness and frustration.

sadness, because you genuinely did love him, you wanted to make him happy. frustration, because you never did make him happy, you knew he’d be better off without you.

if love was the only thing needed to sustain a relationship, maybe you wouldn’t be here, but life got in the way and you both had greater ambitions. under all that fighting, you knew that you just didn’t want to hold each other back.

you knew you couldn’t stay when that pain was so fresh, you needed to clear your head. you moved away for a bit, planning to return in two years time.

and those two years passed by quietly, until you found yourself being welcomed back to monstadt.

only, it seemed your feelings for kaeya had only grown more complicated as you watched him bloom.

he thrived without you, he had grown to be quite a noble captain, charming everyone from children to grandparents. he was someone the whole community could rely on, someone who strived to do good for the welfare of everyone.

because of this, it was pretty hard to miss him. whether it was his name being the subject of tavern gossip or your observant eyes spotting him in the shadows, you just couldn’t avoid him.

you’d scoff, roll your eyes, do anything to show you didn’t care, but it was clear that you cared enough to perk up when you heard his name.

you were so proud of him and the person he’d become. it was safe to say that you remembered why you’d fallen in the first place, that playful smile, moonlight blue eyes, and inviting familiar warmth.

your memory of meeting him was blurred by adrenaline, he had approached you noticing you were awfully quiet among everyone else. he made conversation with you, making you laugh within a minute. you opened up, he did the same. you trusted him as he did you.

right now though, you were falling harder this time around. you intended to deny it though, deny it until it broke you.

today, you were having a busy day, visiting old friends, seeing all the new sights you had missed out on, when you saw him approaching you.

you knew you weren’t equipped to handle whatever it was he had to say; you didn’t need to hear it.

you ran, letting the adrenaline take you far far away, and soon enough you found yourself by the monstadt lake. the wind was blowing as fiercely as your heartbeat.

you tried to squat down to catch your breath, but your tiredness got the best of you and misstepped.

bracing for a cold splash into the lake, you closed your eyes and let gravity take its course; only that coldness came in another form.

“you’re being dramatic, you know that?~”

he chuckled, arms around your waist quite snuggly. sure, you had been fantasising about him holding you like this, but it wasn’t welcomed at the moment. he pulled you back up to some even land before letting you go. you huffed and crossed your arms, not in the mood to deal with his cheekiness. your eyes never met his as you spoke up. “what do you want?”

he feigned hurt, dramatically placing a hand against his forehead. “so cold, dear. not even a thank you, how are you, or hello.”

you were quickly reaching your boiling point, so you decided to step away before things could escalate any further. before you could take another step, however, he gently grabbed your wrist; you looked up at him, eyes wide, and it seemed that he was surprised by his actions as well. his touch was as cold as the last time you met, but this coldness now felt much more like frostbite.

his eyes darted up into your eyes and back down to your wrist before he let you go, flinching away. a faint blush spread across his cheeks, one you certainly could not see under the moonlight. “sorry, i– you dropped this.”

he hastily fished out a key from his pocket; it was your house key. the moment you recognised it, you wanted to fall over in embarrassment; maybe you did deserve to be in the cold waters. he was right after all, and you were being dramatic. you looked down at his palm and hesitantly took it from his hands, as he explained further.

“you dropped it by ms. blanche’s shop.”

“thank you.” your voice was soft, almost inaudible; a stark contrast to your initial hostility. kaeya frowned, watching your timid movements. “do you hate me that much?”

your swiftly looked back up at him, the hurt in his expression was more than clear and genuine, at least from what you could tell. “no. i… i just–”

“after these past couple of years, i was excited to see you again, dear.” his voice falters as he tries to push through his own self-disappointment. “i-i didn’t realise i hurt you that much, that you didn’t want anything to do with me.” he sighs, finding the courage to look into your eyes; he’s a coward in that moment though and his fears and insecurities are eating him up.

you pity him, and you know you’re starting to succumb to defeat. “you don’t scare me, kaeya. its… its my feelings for you that scare me.”

“is it that strong? you really fear you might hurt me or—”

“it’s not hatred, kaeya.”

that takes him by surprise, and his thoughts start running miles per minute. “sadness? disappointment? frustration? please, i need to know, please.” his voice is almost cracking at this point, eyes glassy. he gently takes your hands in an attempt to plead with you to set him free.

you never were the best at denying him, and you thought you’d set yourself free too.

“it’s love, kaeya, it’s… i still love you, and i’m afraid it’s striking me harder this time. look how far you’ve come without me.” at that fact, you find hot tears running down your cheek. “i’m happy to see you so happy, kaeya. it just hurts that i missed it.”

“i’m not. i’m…” he’s taken aback, but he tries to articulate himself. he takes your cheeks into his palms, gently guiding your gaze to his eyes. “i was lying earlier, you know? saying i was excited to see you was an understatement, dear. i missed you everyday, i wondered if you were doing fine without me, and seeing you come back, having seemed to forget me i just…”

“kaeya…”

“can we start back just before things went wrong? can you give me… can you give us another chance?”

it’s that same desperate look as his touch softens and he waits for a response. despite your trembling from the rush of emotions, you feel that things can’t be clearer. you acted fast to meet his lips, giving him your decisive response. it was a simple truth that had never left you, even as you left him; you always loved kaeya alberich, and now, you knew he loved you just the same.

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becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys · 1 year

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They’ve suspended Matt Hancock for going on I’m a celeb. Thoughts?

YEAH THEY HAVE

Okay so for those just joining us let me explain this latest dance segment in the clown show

So during the Pandemic, back in the days of Big Dog the Clown being our Prime Minister and encouraging us all to go out and catch COVID because he thought that would make us all stronger, our Health Secretary was a terrifyingly incompetent humanoid blancmange called Matt Hancock. As with all of BlowJo's Cabinet, Matt got the job because he was absolutely fucking terrible at everything except being an oily sycophant. Imagine, if you will, they looked around the circus and saw, not even a clown, but one of the freaks in the freak show; not because he even fit the profile for 'circus freak', but because all he had to do was sit there and guard the bin or something equally useless, and that was all he could achieve (for about 71% of the time, and he would otherwise get distracted by candy floss, which he would try to eat by ramming it into his own nostrils and then get into a muddle and cry); and then imagine that guy is who they selected to be in charge of safety for the acrobat show, and called him Chief Safety Clown.

This guy.

So obviously Britain immediately generated one of the worst covid mortality rates on the planet.

But he didn't stay in position too long, because in the summer of 2021, he broke his own lockdown rules by, yes you guessed it, having a greasy affair with an aide in his Downing Street office and taking her on taxpayer-funded dates. And obviously, that was a big problem because the public were super furious with politicians breaking the lockdown rules, so Boris Johnson did the sensible thing and fired him LMAO LOL ROFL I'm sorry I can't keep a straight face, Boris Johnson said it was completely fine and he could stay.

But uh. Matt Hancock decided a lynch mob was not a scenario he'd planned for, so he resigned, and bumbling ham Sajid Javid took over instead.

So, that explains who he is. Now, his signature move is basically to just fellate whichever ringmaster will give him a job, because as you may have guessed, he certainly is not capable of getting a job otherwise, other than guarding the bin. So as the latest ringmaster auditions began, he immediately set about making little "Rishi is the Greatest Briton" badges and generally doing a really good imitation of Nadine Dorries, except for Sunak instead of Johnson.

...which didn't work because Rishi Sunak passed him up for a job entirely lol

So as far as I can see I think Matt Hancock has finally realised that the only reason he was given a job was because Boris gave him one for doing good cheering. I think he's actually spotted that no one else even likes him, because he's greasy and disgusting and also killed loads of people. So if he wants to get back into politics - or indeed if he wants to move from there into the lucrative world of after dinner speaking - he needs to build his public profile as someone who is likeable and doesn't kill a chunk of the country and doesn't have grubby wandering hands like moist prehensile plums.

So, he decided to go on I'm a Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here.

(???!?!?????)

Except the thing is, "being an MP" is actually a job, and you are actually expected to pretend to do that job. I don't know how anyone else's jobs work, Tumblrs, but I personally am not allowed to just... go to Australia for three weeks without taking any annual leave and abandon the office, and also get paid to do so while still drawing my salary. And it turns out nor are MPs.

His excuses so far are:

I can be an MP in the Australian outback, I'm going to talk about dyslexia so really I'll still be working

I don't think I can work in politics for much longer because I'm bad at guarding the bin and Rishi won't let me do anything else even though I said his hair looks nice :(

Let's see how this is going down!

Oh to have a job where you can decide for yourself you're taking a month off, abandon your work and responsibilities, get paid shedloads and face little consequence. I'm sure he'll be an inspiration to other public servants

-Dave Penman, general secretary of the FDA union which represents senior civil servants

The prime minister believes that at a challenging time for the country, MPs should be working hard for their constituents, whether that's in the house or indeed in their constituencies.

-Rishi Sunak's spokesperson

Matt Hancock isn’t a ‘celebrity’, he’s the former health secretary who oversaw the UK having one of the highest death tolls in the world from Covid-19 while breaking his own lockdown rules. The fact that he is trying to cash in on his terrible legacy, rather than showing some humility or seeking to reflect on the appalling consequences of his time in government, says it all about the sort of person he is.

-Lobby Akinnola, from the Covid-19 Bereaved Families for Justice campaign

Following a conversation with Matt Hancock, I have considered the situation and believe this is a matter serious enough to warrant suspension of the whip with immediate effect

-Conservative chief whip, Simon Hart

I’m looking forward to him eating a kangaroo’s penis. You can quote me on that.

-Deputy chair of the West Suffolk Conservative Association, Andy Drummond

So there we have it, folks! It's going super well!!!!

But having the whip suspended means "expelled from the party until the matter is resolved", which means he is, as of now, no longer a Tory - he's an Independent. I imagine his constituents are delighted.

#politik #asks

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fool-inthe-rain · 1 year

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All the Right Reasons

Sirius Black x Potter!Reader

wc: 1500~

Content: Fluff!!!! Angst if you squint. Use of she/her pronouns, use of Y/N. Let me know if I missed anything.

Request: I’m a hoe for Sirius Black and was wondering if you could write a Sirius Black x Potter!reader secret relationship. Maybe some sneaking around and getting found out and James being mad or something but with a happy ending.

Anon I'm so sorry this took much longer than I expected it to. Thank you so much for the request and I hope you enjoy reading!

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To say they were in love, well, that would be an understatement. The pair were totally and completely infatuated with each other. They did a remarkable job of hiding their intimacy, however. The only other person who knew about the relationship between Sirius Black and Y/n Potter was, of course, Remus Lupin. It’s not like they wanted him to know, but when he walked in on them making out on Sirius’s bed, it was pretty difficult from there on out to hide what was going on from him.

Remus was, unsurprisingly, incredibly supportive of them. Sure, he was skeptical at first. Who wouldn’t be? Sirius Black, best friend of James Potter, and dating his twin sister? Remus made it a point to set boundaries, even though he knew, he didn’t want to hear about it or see anything too relationship-y from either of them. The less he knew the better. The last thing he wanted was to know every detail of their relationship, and have James find out he knew. Remus knew Sirius and y/n better than either would admit, that being said, even though they had been diligent so far, he knew how incredibly unstealthy the two were. James was bound to find out sooner rather than later.

Summer was hard. What with Sirius living with the Potters and all. This was his third summer with them, and his last, as they were going into 7th year and would–hopefully–be graduating. Sirius spent his nights waiting for James to fall asleep so he could sneak into y/n’s room. He was exceedingly grateful that James was such a heavy sleeper.

Sirius was already laying out a game plan in his mind for how he and y/n would get ample alone time during the three-month break. He figured it wouldn’t be much different than last summer, but he still wanted to be prepared for what he liked to call ‘unprecedented changes to the mission’ the mission being their relationship. To his credit, Hogwarts was much larger and much easier to sneak around in, so y/n let him have his silly code phrases as long as it meant they would still be able to get away from James when needed.

They had gotten home late, as the ride from Kings Cross to the Potter’s home was excruciatingly long and boring. Euphemia and Fleamont let them know in the car that come morning, they would be heading out for a small family engagement on the coast. James and y/n were not expected to attend as it was extended family they really had no relationship with. As soon as Sirius heard the house would be free of adults for a few days the gears started turning in his head. When they had finally gotten home, decisions were silently made between Sirius and y/n to just sleep for the night, no sneaking around. They were too drowsy to be careful.

Sirius and James parted ways from y/n and made their way to their shared bedroom only a few doors down from hers.

“Thinking of going out tomorrow with a few old friends from the neighborhood. You game?” James asked Sirius, turning his head to look at his friend.

Sirius smirked from where he was standing, facing away from James.

“Nah mate, you have fun. I think I’m just gonna hang out here, maybe see about that motorcycle I had been telling you about.” He was trying to hide the smile from his voice. This was almost too perfect. Effie and Fleamont would be out, James would be out, and then there were two.

“Alright, well if you change your mind…” James’s sentence trailed off into a yawn. “Godric, I’m bloody tired.”

“Me too.” Was all Sirius could get out before he caught James’s yawn.

James turned the light off and within seconds the pair was asleep. The next morning, as per usual, y/n was up early, in time to see her parents off. James woke up around mid-morning and when the clock hit 12:30, Sirius was still sound asleep.

“I’m heading out for the day. I’ll be home around dinner.” James yelled as he left the shared bedroom, slinging a backpack over his shoulder.

“Mhm, whatever.” Sirius grumbled from under his sheets, sticking one limp hand out to wave away his best friend.

James made his way out the door, offering a quick goodbye to his sister while tousling her hair. When she was sure he had left, she silently made her way upstairs, creaking open the door to Sirius’s bedroom.

“I thought you left?” Sirius once again grumbled in annoyance, if there was one thing he hated more than his family, it was being woken up.

“Oh? And where exactly was I supposed to be going?” y/n snickered teasingly.

Sirius turned around in the bed, enough so he was facing the door. A large smile was plastered on his face as he held the sheets up signaling for her to join him. Of course, she did, when Sirius Black wants you in his bed, you go.

He draped an arm around her waist, running his hand up and down her back as they two just admired each other, and basked in the silence of the house.

“This is nice.” She squeaked out, it didn’t matter that they had been together for almost a year she still got nervous around him.

“It’s exceptional. How lucky we are. First day home and we have it all to ourselves.” Sirius punctuated his sentence with a long kiss to her lips.

The two were so wrapped up in quiet conversation, and each other's eyes that neither had heard the front door open. They certainly didn’t hear footsteps coming up the stairs, but they did hear the bedroom door opening and the loud gasp that followed.

“What the hell are you two doing? Get off my sister!” James was wide-eyed as he stood in the doorway.

The two sprung out of bed, y/n’s chest was heaving from the adrenaline his yelling had caused. Sirius stood slightly behind her.

“I can explain!” Sirius quickly offered.

“Oh, I’d love to hear this! What you bed my sister and then leave her out to dry like every other girl?” James was fuming. “Give me one reason not to punch you right now.”

“I love her.” Sirius shrugged as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Y/n snapped her head back to look at him, her eyes wide in shock. They hadn’t said that before. Sure she thought about it, but to hear him say it made her heart swell.

“Okay, can I just say you two with the wide eyes, you look creepily alike so can you please stop with that look?” Sirius deadpanned as if he had just not made an earth-shattering confession.

“You love her?”

“You love me?”

The twins said in synch and Sirius just nodded.

“Of course I do,” he was looking at y/n “I’ve loved you since the day I met you.” His eyes were full of honey and adoration.

“I love you too-” Before she could get in another word James cut her off.

“Okay, wait, lemme get this straight. You guys are dating?”

The couple nodded.

“Merlin’s beard,” James ran his hands down his face a few times, trying to grasp the situation at hand, “How long?”

“Almost a year.” y/n squeaked out, afraid that he would get angry again for keeping it from him for so long.

“Okay, okay.” James sat on his bed.

“And you,” He pointed at Sirius, “Love her?” He pointed at his twin sister.

“Yeah mate, I really do,” Sirius said, nervously playing with the hem of his shirt.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” James asked, a twinge of hurt lacing his words.

“Mate, one of the first things you ever told Moony and I was that y/n was off limits. I thought you were gonna rip my head off!”

“Well I mean yeah if you were gonna use her for a quick fuck then I would be pissed, but you love each other,” he stood up, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, “who am I to deny love!” he cried out with a dramatic flair, drawing them both into an equally as dramatic hug.

“Why are you even home? I thought you were going out?” Y/n questioned when he let go of them.

“Yeah I forgot something, but now I can’t remember what it was.”

James took in the sight before him one more time before picking his backpack back up.

“Oh, young love! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” He left the room and the couple could hear his loud laughter as he exited through the front door once again.

“Well, he took that better than I expected.” Sirius smiled. “Now shall we pick up where we left off?” He got back into the bed, lifting up the sheets the same as he did before.

Getting in the bed she couldn’t hold back her happiness any longer.

“You love me! Sirius Black is capable of love!” She sniggered poking at his sides.

“Oh come off it!” He responded with a smirk of his own.

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EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY [CH 6 - finale] - WANDA MAXIMOFF X F!READER

ㅤㅤㅤ Summary: Y/N proposes to Wanda and she says… no. That’s when things get complicated, too much.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x f!reader | Natasha Romanoff x oc ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ Jules is portrayed by Adelaide Kane. Here.

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CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER SIX - finale

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authors note: Please, listen to Hard to Concentrate - Red Hot Chili Peppers and enjoy this fluff as fuck really melting finale. ✨ Could make you puke. ✨

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Waking up had been more painful than she'd expected, especially when there was nothing but an empty spot on the bed next to her.

ㅤㅤㅤ Despair hit her, sitting up in bed and trying to remember everything about last night. Fear made her freeze, did she imagine everything? Was it just a dream? ㅤㅤㅤ

All those thoughts vanished when the door opened. That adorable brunette entered smiling with a breakfast tray in her hands, closing the door with her powers.

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“You were really tired, huh. Morning, detka.” Wanda greeted and set the tray to the side of the bed, leaning down to kiss her lips. And finally, Y/N felt her soul return to her body as if struck by lightning. ㅤㅤㅤ

Y/N's incredulous look said it all. “Morning.”

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“How are you?” Wanda sat next to her and took Y/N’s hand, as if she knew what was happening. Reminding her that she was really there by her side, forever.

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“Can't believe you're here.” Y/N sighed, completely in love. “And kinda my ribs hurt a little too.”

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They shared an adorable laugh.

ㅤㅤㅤ “So, tell me everything that has happened in these five years...”

ㅤㅤ Y/N sighed. “Well, it all started when you disappeared from the face of the earth...”

ㅤ They both chatted for a while while having breakfast, Y/N told her how she managed to control her powers, despite the pain she felt everyday, she had this huge responsibility. How despite her attempts to keep everything okay, Jules distanced herself by taking a more vigilant and vengeful path. Y/N told her everything that happened in the Compound, how they tried to keep it in order but the world was no longer the same. It was cold, hard and a little more lonely.

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They finally turned on the TV to see what was happening in the world outside of that beautiful bubble. All the newscasts were talking about the most important event in the history of humanity. They talked about how the Avengers had brought back the fallen, how people went out to celebrate outside their homes, but also how people desperately protested the loss of their homes.

ㅤ ㅤ “Thank you for everything you have done for me, for everyone.” the brunette rested her head on Y/N's shoulder. She knew that Y/N was happy but also worried.

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“You know I would go to the end of the world for you.” Y/N smiled and kissed Wanda’s forehead. ㅤ ㅤ

“I love you, Y/N.” the sokovian turned to see her, kissing those lips, brushing her nose against hers in a highly romantic and adorable gesture.

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“Love you, Wands.”

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They both smiled, getting lost in that warmth until Y/N's phone started ringing over and over again. Sighing in defeat, Y/N took her phone and saw that she had several missed calls and some texts. Especially from Natasha.

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“Fuck.” Y/N growled.

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“What is it?” Wanda asked curiously, frowning.

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“Real world calling us back.” Y/N turned to see her, caressing Wanda’s cheek gently. She didn't want to leave that little world that together they began to build, but they had to. “Are you ready?”

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Wanda smiled with tenderness, kissing her forehead. “Have we ever been? Let 's do this, detka.”

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The sound of the metal doors opening and some beeps caught her attention but she did nothing. The raven-haired woman just kept sitting, with her eyes closed trying to meditate. But all she could hear was the clink of metal, nature too far out of reach.

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“Meditating or chatting with someone telepathically? Ready to run away.”

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That raspy and definitely hot voice made Jules open her eyes, finding a beautiful and clearly hurt Natasha Romanoff in front of her Containment Module. A cell technologically prepared enough to keep her locked up for a long time.

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“Meh… I managed to have this nice chat with a puffer fish but it was too far away. She said that if she managed to talk to a whale soon, she would let me know.” The brunette scrunched her nose. “These walls around me don't allow me to do anything. Didn't you bring a seed by any chance?” Jules teased and arched an eyebrow.

ㅤ ㅤ “Nope, I had my breakfast in the compound early.” Nat kept her arms crossed and a frown, clearly pissed off. “They barely let me pass with what I'm wearing, that's saying a lot.”

ㅤ ㅤ “Yeah, I figured.” Jules got up from the ground, moving closer to the wall that separated them.

ㅤ ㅤ “I see that you've discovered your true powers.” Nat whispered, trying not to feel sorry for noticing that collar on her neck, preventing the inhuman from using her powers. Just like they wanted to do with Wanda that time.

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“It was pretty interesting to find out.” Jules smiled sadly. She just kept watching the redhead, seeing that nothing had changed, absolutely nothing, Natasha looked like that last time in Wakanda. “Many changes, as I said before.”

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“I've seen it all, I've seen where you've been all this time.” The black widow narrowed her eyes and using Stark technology on her watch, she showed some videos where Jules was ruthlessly murdering human traffickers.

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Jules rolled her eyes. “Is it safe to talk here? Cause I want my lawyer.”

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Natasha walked over to the wall and looked at her watch one more time, which began with a countdown. Suddendly that angry and serious look completely disappeared.

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“Look, Stark is sugarcoating Ross while communications are failing and cameras aren't recording-” Before Natasha could continue, Jules cut her off.

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“I have done terrible things.” The inhuman said really sorry, she knew very well that Natasha was good at faking it, especially for the cameras and for Ross. “Ever since I lost you, and I don't want it to sound like an excuse, I… I have been a very different person.”

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Nat sighed. “Hey. I get it. I know what it is.”

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“Nat…” Jules took a deep breath, her lips twitched. “I have murdered people. As you saw there… You changed for the better, I changed for the worse.”

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Natasha didn't say anything, she just watched as Jules's brown eyes filled with tears.

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“Bad people. Murderers, human traffickers, cartel people. Every one of them is gone. All that you see there? It's true.” She sniffled. “I wish I could have stayed the girl you knew, so… pure and good.” Jules wiped away the tears that fell down her face. “But I couldn’t… I’m sorry.”

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“I lost you.” Jules just started crying. “I lost you and I didn't tell you that I loved you! All this time… I just watched you die.” She just shrugged. “A-and everyone tried to move on, but I couldn't, I couldn't. And I couldn't tell you that I loved you, all these years… I loved you.”

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Completely devastated, Natasha placed her hand against that wall, shedding a tear. “I'm sorry I left you. I’m so sorry, Милая. ”

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“I love you, Nat.” She put her hand against the wall too.

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“I love you, Jules. Я люблю тебя всей душой.”

ㅤ ㅤ Smiling through tears, both of them simply kept their hands together that way. Wishing they could have each other, be able to hug and caress each other. But that was the way things were.

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“I missed how good you looked with braids.” Jules teased and both laughed.

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“Don't try to flirt with me right now.” Nat smiled sadly. “We shouldn't have left Norway.”

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“You know that was impossible for both of us. You would never do that and neither would I.” Both of them finally moved away from the wall, returning to their starting places. “They may lock me up here for a while… The government is not going to forgive me easily. You have to go, be safe.”

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“Yeah, about that…” A small beep sounded on Natasha's wrist, the countdown was ending, there was only one minute left. The redhead looked at Jules again, now a bit more worried.

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“Listen carefully. Nick used his contacts to delete all information and videos involving you over the past few years. There’s nothing that binds you to that, except yourself. You can accept what you did and stay at the Raft forever, or you can accept it and do better, with us.” Natasha said quickly, seeing that the cameras were still off.

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Jules frowned in disbelief. “What?”

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“Senator Nadeer is coming for you and Y/N. With just footage of what you did, she can make Y/N fall as well. Ross was working for her.”

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“But it wasn’t her, it was just me! I did it!” Jules screamed.

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“We know… but that's the way it is. Nick says you owe him one and one day he will ask for something. He needs you and your abilities.” Natasha sighed. “The only thing Nadeer can accuse you of is helping Steve years ago, and that's nothing.”

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Jules babbled like a fish out of water, not knowing what to say. “Natasha, even with that, I don't think they'll let me go easily.”

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“We saved half of the universe, of course they will forgive you.” The redhead stared into her eyes, begging Jules to please stay by her side. “We can go, if you want… I just want you this time.”

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Jules smiled tenderly and sadly, her heart skipping a beat. “Like going back to Norway?”

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“Go back to Norway or some place where you feel comfortable.” The black widow said desperately, seeing how there were only thirty seconds left. “Just us.”

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Jules thought for a moment. “Do you think Fury is going to let you go?”

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“I definitely need a vacation after being dead for five years.” Natasha smirked one last time. “We can make amends together. Now just put on your best sad face, okay? I'll say some ugly things for the cameras, but you understand why.”

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Jules just sighed and nodded. When the countdown ended, Natasha just opened her eyes showing her coldest gaze and the hardest words she's ever said.

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Y/N walked hurriedly with Wanda by her side. They both went through that enormous door on the Capitol, where one of the most important hearings was taking place. Her best friend was there in ordeer to to face a committee headed by Senator Ellen Nadeer, who was highly outspoken in her distrust of Inhumans and the threat that she believed they posed for their society.

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They sat next to Natasha, who was sitting with her arms crossed watching everything.

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“How are we doing?” Y/N whispered.

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“Cross your fingers if you believe in higher beings.” Nat sighed. Many of the senators agreed to pardon Jules, but Ellen Nadeer was willing to send her down the darkest pit on earth.

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“I would like to know what you want to accuse my client of?” Jennifer Walters stood up and asked, though one of the senators quickly made it clear that this was not a trial.

ㅤ ㅤ After half an hour where everyone seemed to give their point of view that this woman should be forgiven as Bucky Barnes or Sam Wilson were, Senator Nadeer quickly testified that Julia Hale had committed atrocities in these five years, and that the inhumans or the enhanced people were extremely dangerous people for this planet.

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The room was filled with whispers and shouts, until one of the senators asked for silence. With a smug smile noticing how Y/N and Wanda shifted in their seats, Ellen Nadeer then asked again to play the evidence she had about what she was saying.

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But all they saw was video footage of how Y/N and Jules saved those people in Puerto Rico, or footage of many avengers fighting the battle for Earth. Nothing to incriminate them.

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“What is this?!” Senator Nadeer exclaimed in anger. “This is not the evidence!”

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“What does it mean? I have helped Steve Rogers, yes. I admit it, but you gave pardon everyone who did… What other evidence do you have against me?” Jules leaned in, using her mic. Y/N and Wanda looked at each other without really understanding what was happening.

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Natasha just smiled.

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Senator Nadeer rose from her seat, pointing at her. “I know you did something, you freaks of nature!”

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One of the senators interrupted her quite annoyed, taking the floor. “Senator, do you have actual evidence to prove what you're accusing Ms. Hale of?”

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“I had.”

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Of course, that confession made all the senators exclaim, annoyed and shaking their heads. The room erupted with whispers and disapproving shouts.

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Jules swallowed, knowing that what she would say would change everything in her life, but it was only fair and she had to pay for what she did. “I protected this country and this planet a thousand times over. I'll keep doing it all my life.”

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And she would pay for it, working for good people.

Nodding, Senator Oppenheim agreed. She watched her colleagues who did the same.

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“Ms. Hale, on behalf of the United States Intelligence Community…” The senator smiled kindly at her. “I'd like to offer you our sincerest apologies.”

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In the room some whispers were heard again, especially from Y/N who along with Wanda couldn't believe what they were hearing. Completely smiling.

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“You have been a loyal agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. all these years, even risking your life trying to contain the bomb that could have created chaos in Puerto Rico with Agent Y/L/N. The process that you both lived through has been a sacrifice that we value.” Jessica Oppenheim smiled one more time.

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Y/N sighed and closed her eyes, remembering that moment. Many years ago.

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“Shh, everything will be okay.” The taller woman comforted her friend, placing a small kiss on her forehead. She could see how the timer was decreasing. ㅤ ㅤ “I don’t want to die, Y/N/N.” Jules sobbed against her friend’s chest. “I know I should be brave as I was trained, but I don’t want to die right now.”

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“I know, honey. I know.” She closed her eyes, tears fell down her cheeks. ㅤ ㅤ

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“It’s okay, sweetie.” Y/N cupped the face of her best friend in her hands. She tried not to break even more, tried to be strong for both of them. After all, this was the end. “I love you, you know? Everything will be okay…”

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“Sacrificing your humanity, becoming inhuman, and now risking it once more to get half the universe back.” Another of the senators added, moving closer to his mic.

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“Your mother has been an amazing S.H.I.E.L.D agent, just like your grandfather, who was a Howling Commando, and we don’t forget that sacrifice.”

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Although there were some faces surprised by this revelation, Y/N only smiled. She was one of the few people who knew.

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Jules nodded, moved. “Thank you, ma’am. I've never wanted to use my grandfather's card, but it's good to keep that in mind.”

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“The Y/N, Dugan and Hale names have always been synonymous with service and trust. We'd like to offer you a full pardon.”

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“Thank you, Senator.” Finally, people in there started clapping and the brunette just nodded, gladly. She didn’t feel that she deserved it, but she knew that the best way to redeem herself was by doing good and not being locked up.

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“How did that happen?” Y/N smiled and turned to see Natasha, who was just trying to hide a smile from the side when she saw how Senator Nadeer along with Ross exploded in anger.

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“Fury.” The redhead just winked at her.

“So, what’s the job?” The brunette whispered while she saw how Y/N and Wanda laughed with Clint, waiting for the drinks at the bar at Tony's party. Yelena and Kate were together, laughing at those who were already drunk.

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“Fury needs us looking into this.” Making sure no one was around, Natasha whispered, showing her a file.

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ㅤ ㅤ Without further ado, she opened the digital file and after a few seconds closed it completely, remaining silent. Her gaze fell on Natasha, who was watching her in the same way.

They both knew there was something wrong.

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Skrulls. Infiltration. Government.

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“Natasha, is this real?” Jules whispered concerned. “You knew about this?”

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“Just a few knew.” Natasha sighed. “Some of them are going all rogue. He needs allies for this, Fury doesn't want any avenger.”

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The brunette sighed. “Just an inhuman that no one knows.” Jules shrugged. “Well, I’m in.”

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Once they noticed Wanda and Y/N coming back with some drinks, they both kept up appearances. They didn't want them to worry, especially with the wedding so close.

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“You never told me your grandfather was Dum-Dum Dugan.” Natasha said, trying to be heard in that bar. The four of them were sitting at a table apart from the other avengers, celebrating at one of Tony's parties.

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“You didn’t know that?” Y/N said surprised as she left two pints of beer and two cocktails on the table, one for each of them.

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Jules rolled her eyes, taking the cocktail. “I never bragged about it. Grandpa met my abuela when he was on a mission. One night stand stuff.”

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“Ha. You fucked the granddaughter of one of Steve's friends!” Y/N laughed so hard, that Natasha had to nudge her.

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“Detka!” Wanda tried not to laugh.

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“Hey!” Jules groaned and punched her shoulder too. “I felt like everyone at S.H.I.E.L.D would see me as taking everything for granted. The only ones who knew were Fury and Hill, after a while I told Y/N.”

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“Look at you, VIP bitch.” Y/N smiled smug.

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“Well, you used my VIP card very well.” Her best friend joked and drank some of that cocktail.

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“Yeah, good old times.” Y/N rested her head on her beloved Wanda's shoulder for a moment, seeing how far they had come together. Wanda took her hand and they both intertwined their fingers, finally revealing the rings. ㅤ ㅤ

“What’s that shiny thing over there? It's burning my eyes.” Smiling, Jules nudged Natasha so she'd see it too. “I'm glad you two are doing so well.”

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“Me too.” Y/N looked at Wanda tenderly and kissed her cheek.

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Of course everyone in the compound was happy that they could finally be together, everyone kept reminding them how beautiful and happy they looked together. Especially Bucky, he was a secret shipper.

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“Thank you for the chance.” Wanda whispered, smiling happily.

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“You're welcome, if you break my sister's heart again I'll make sure you get seeds coming from your ass for life.” Jules intervened just to annoy them, making them laugh.

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“That was really violent.” Natasha frowned, a bit amused.

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Y/N nodded. “Yeah, completely unnecessary.”

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“I felt kind of intimidated.” Wanda commented, holding out her fist for Jules to bump into it.

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“Yeah, right? Sorry, I'm sorry, I think jail changed me a bit.”

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They all shared a laugh and a nice chat before getting up to dance together, finally being happy.

“Ready for the most important day of your life?” Natasha asked Wanda, who just sighed and looked at herself once more. Wanda was wearing a beautiful white dress, quite soft and elegant. ㅤ ㅤ How not to be ready? She was about to take one of the most important steps of her life. After several weeks of their return, Y/N and Wanda's relationship had become much stronger, more than ever.

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“I am.” Wanda smiled, taking a deep breath. Natasha stopped before they went out into the garden, handing her something.

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“Wait, you’ll need to wear this…” The redhead approached, carefully put a quite adorable tiara of red flowers on Wanda's perfect hair. “Done, looks perfect.”

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“Really good.” Yelena nodded, smiling.

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“What is it?” Wanda frowned, not understanding why the change. But seeing the kind of flower it was, she widened her eyes. “Is this-”

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“Paeonia tenuifolia from Sokovia, before it… was destroyed, you must wear this little crown in your hair.” Yelena handed her one of the candles. “Carry a candle in your hands and wear something red. Sokovian tradition.”

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“That means I have to do it too.”

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Y/N's voice made Wanda turn around quickly, scared.

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Of course, she didn’t want Y/N to see her before, it was something essential that people always asked in the sitcoms that Wanda watched since she was a little girl.

They couldn't see each other before the wedding.

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Y/N smiled widely, standing in front of her. She wore a traditional sokovian scarlet garment around her chest and shoulder, besides the gorgeous white dress. “Not bad, huh? Look at me, I look good!”

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“Y/N…” Wanda gasped. Those big green eyes showed how amazed she was.“Why are you here? Don’t look at me! Why are you wearing-”

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“This is not a conventional wedding, sweetie.” Y/N muttered quickly as Yelena lit the candle, for both of them to hold her together. “It’s a… well, it's part of the Sokovian tradition, right?”

ㅤ ㅤ “Yes, but- Detka… H-How did you know about this?” Wanda stammered, trying not to cry from how moved she was.

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That was one of the most beautiful and important things that someone has ever done for her in her whole life.

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“We spoke with many Sokovians who live in the city, to make it special... they told us many things about traditions. Natasha helped me a lot in that, plus five years alone.” Y/N laughed nervously, especially when Natasha helped her fit that garment well. They were now ready to go through the gate into the garden. “One of them said that your friends should kidnap you and I'll go after you, but with so many avengers at the wedding I think it’s gonna be complex. Even if I know I can kick some of them.”

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“I can’t believe you’re doing this for me.” Wanda finally reached out, ready to kiss her but Yelena got in the way.

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“Save those kissy lips, Wanda Maximoff, we're not so sure about breaking all the rules. No kissing until the wedding.”

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“It's totally worth it.” Y/N laughed. “You look amazing.”

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“You look beautiful.” Wanda grinned broadly.

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They both settled next to each other, waiting for Natasha to open the door.

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“Such a power couple.” Y/N took a deep breath, seeing the door. “According to what this Sokovian professor told me, he explained that we should take the candle safe to the altar and-”

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“Take them together all the way to the altar, going to those who we love the most to give us their blessing. If they throw us a flower... it means yes.” Wanda answered with a look and a sweet smile. “My parents did it that way.”

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“Are you sure of this?” Y/N turned to look at her once more. Oh, Wanda looked wonderfully beautiful.

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“Wanda Maximoff, would you make me the happiest woman one more time, and marry me?”

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“No… I… I’m sorry.”

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“Why?”

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“Because I just don’t want to! Or what? are you going to force me to say yes?”

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This time, Wanda turned to see her and smiled widely. Her green eyes filled with tears of happiness. “Completely.”

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Nodding, Y/N gave the signal to Yelena to open the door. And Wanda never expected what awaited her on the other side.

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In front of them, an altar with many flowers and very beautiful arrangements, thanks to Pepper.

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All of her friends were sitting, waiting to see them walk down that corridor together. Smiling. Tried not to cry when Jules started to sing that song with Kate playing Wanda's guitar.

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“Hustle, bustle, and so much muscle. Cells about to separate, now I find it hard to concentrate. Then, temporary this cash and carry. I'm stepping up to indicate the time has come to deviate.”

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Wanda took a deep breath and they both began to walk together holding the candles, very slowly.

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‘And all I want is for you to be happy and, take this moment to make you my family, and finally you have found something perfect. And, finally you have found…’

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The sweet and deep voice of Jules accompanied them at every step. ‘Death defying this mess I'm buying, it's raining down with love and hate. Now, I find it hard to motivate. And, estuary is blessed but scary, oh. Heart's about to palpitate now, I'm not about to hesitate and…”

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Y/N sighed deeply, trying not to cry. That song was just perfect. She swallowed and continued with her soon-to-be wife under the gaze of her closest friends.

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“Want to treasure the rest of your days here, and give you pleasure in so many ways, dear.” ㅤ ㅤ

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“And, finally you have found something perfect and finally, you have found…” ㅤ ㅤ

At that moment, Jules stood in front of them with Natasha, throwing flowers at their feet. Unfortunately, Pietro wasn't there, or her parents, but Wanda knew that each one of them was her family now and forever.

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ㅤ ㅤ “Do you want me to show up for duty? And, serve this woman, and honor her beauty and, finally you have found something perfect… And, finally you have found yourself, with me…”

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At that moment, each of their friends began to throw flowers down the hall, giving them their blessing. Every one of them, even Bruce with that big cast on his arm.

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“Will you agree to take this girl? Into your world… And now, we are as one.” Jules took the place of the bridesmaids, next to Natasha.

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ㅤ “My lone ranger, the heat-exchanger, is living in this figure eight. Now I do my best to recreate and, sweet precision and soft collision, oh. Heart's about to palpitate, now I find it hard to separate. And, all I want is for you to be happy and take this woman and make you my family. And finally you have found someone perfect And, finally you have found...”

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They finally made it to the altar, where they placed that candle in front of them. The flame was still more alive than ever.

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“All I want is for you to be happy and, take this woman and make you my family and, finally you have found someone perfect and finally you have found… yourself.”

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Playing the last few chords, Kate and Jules smiled and wiped away their tears before settling into their respective places. It had definitely been one of the most beautiful moments of their lives.

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“Thank you Kate and Jules for that beautiful song for the brides.” Sam smiled and stood in front of that altar. “We're here to celebrate the love of Wanda Maximoff and Y/N Y/L/N. They gave me the honor of presiding this wedding, thank you so much.”

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“Two lovebirds.” Sam cleared his throat and adjusted his tie, especially when Bucky just waved just to annoy him. “That they have traveled a very long road, rocky one but showing us that it is really worth falling in love.”

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They both looked at each other for a moment, trying not to cry so many times. Perhaps the hardest job they had ever had as avengers.

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“Would you like to start with your vows? Y/N?” Sam encouraged her with a wink.

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Y/N took courage and a deep breath, looked next to her, seeing that Jules and Yelena were next to her as bridesmaids. They both smiled and nodded. “You can do this.”

Nodding, Y/N smiled happily and turned to take Wanda's hand.

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“Wanda Maximoff… I don’t know how to start, but I’ll do it with my heart and not my head. Sometimes I'm not very good at thinking, but I think I'm good at feeling.” She cleared her throat. “Everyone is waiting for me to say ‘I do’, but I think... I know I wanna say ‘I will’. I will take your hand and stand by your side everyday, as we did so many years ago, always together.”

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Wanda pursed her lips and felt how her tears finally began to fall, not caring too much about her makeup.

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“I want to be with you in your moments of happiness, success, laughter and love.” Y/N said from the bottom of her heart, those vows that really came from her and not a long list impossible to remember. “But I also want to be with you in moments of sadness, sorrow, and let you know that you will never be alone. I hope those are few, I pray to any god that is near... Not you, Thor.”

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Everyone laughed between tenderness, happiness like Jules and Thor who didn’t stop crying together like babies. Natasha just tried to stay strong but Clint was falling too.

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“I promise to encourage your compassion, I promise to nurture your dreams, I promise to fight your fears with you, not for you, but next to you. I promise to be your partner, not just possessing you but also working with you to always do better together. There’s no perfect love nor am I looking for that, I am looking for us to work together on this unique love everyday.”

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Of course, after that, no one could hold back the tears and Wanda's vows were coming next.

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“Do you, Y/N Y/L/N take Wanda Maximoff to be your wife, to cherish in friendship and love everyday, and for as long as the two of you live, to trust and honor her, to love her faithfully, through the best and the worst, whatever may come, to remember your love for each other and the reason why you came together with her this day?”

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“Yes, I do.” Y/N finished saying that and took the ring that Jules and Yelena gave her, to put it on Wanda’s finger.

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“Oh my god, okay, that was beautiful.” Sam sniffled and then he turned to see Wanda. “It’s your turn, Wanda. Make us cry already.”

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“Okay, here I go.” The sokovian giggled then cleared her throat. “Before you, I never truly believed in love. I lost my parents, I lost Pietro, I lost my best friend and I lost my country. Today, surrounded by the people who love us, I choose you to be my wife.”

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Wanda smiled through tears. “Years ago the pain was present in our lives when I made the biggest mistake, losing you for fear of losing you and I don't want to do it again. I am proud to be your beloved and to join my life with yours, now in this way. Detka... I vow to support you, inspire you everyday, and love you always forever. For as long as we both shall live, I will be by your side, Y/N Y/L/N.”

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Wanda tenderly scrunched her nose when she saw how Y/N was excitedly waiting for her words.

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“You're my one and only today and every day. I promise to be your partner, best friend, lover and wife. I promise to honor, love, and cherish you through all life's adventures. Wherever we go, we'll go together, detka. That’s a promise.”

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When Wanda finished her vows, of course they both had to take a moment to dry their tears. Y/N just sighed deeply, trying to stay strong.

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Sam smiled and finally asked. “Do you, Wanda Maximoff take Y/N Y/L/N to be your wife, to cherish in friendship and love everyday, and for as long as the two of you live, to trust and honor her, to love her faithfully, through the best and the worst, whatever may come, to remember your love for each other and the reason why you came together with her this day?”

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“Yes, I truly do.” The sokovian took the ring that Nat and Clint gave her and put it on Y/N's finger carefully, finally intertwining each other.

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“So I declare you wife and wife, you can now kiss each other and bond forever in front of those who love you.”

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Didn't have to say more because they joined in a passionate and beautiful kiss, finally smiling, finally meeting each other once more. Despite the fact that everything started in a different way, time always put everything in its place. And just as promised, they were together forever, living endless adventures together.

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Okay, I know, this is probably the most disgustingly cheesy fluffiest thing I've ever written but that song means a lot to me!

I tried to research some nice wedding traditions, trying to give them something interesting and something that meant to Wanda after losing her country. The girl always dreamed of that, a nice happy ending like a sitcom, I'm all in with that.

I must say that I saw videos of Adelaide Kane singing and I said: this woman-

I swear... I'm gonna write pure angst next!

Hope you enjoyed this story, this is one of the most important to me. Thank you for being here!

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