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wangxianficfinder · 8 months

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1. Hello...how are you. I'm looking for two fix

a) I don't know if it will make sense. I think it was a time travel fanfiction and wei ying was doing a mock night hunt with the juniors and every time jiang cheng and wei ying met will chose a group for themselves and do this mock night hunting.

b) Lan Zhan was hit with an isolation curse. He first lost his hearing then sight and eventually feelings but wei ying still found a way to commicate with him @hewhomustnotbenamed24

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FOUND? And Time Is But a Paper Moon by sami (M, 139k, WangXian, XiChengQing, Time Travel, Fix-It, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Healing, Mental Health Issues, PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Depression, BAMF WWX, BAMF JC, BAMF LWJ, BAMF JYL, Getting Together)

1B)

FOUND? shadows in the sun rise by Yuu_chi ( E, 24k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Night hunts, Curses, Intimacy, Light Angst with a Happy Ending)

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2. hi wonderful people! i've never done this before so hopefully i'm doing it right. i am very desperate to find this fic because it's haunting my brain!! i remember wei ying gets encased in some sort of crystal in jinlintai during jin ling's one month celebration or near that time and is kept hidden there. there was this one part where someone tried to break it and they were attacked by resentful energy? i'm pretty sure it was an everybody lives fic and it was quite long, if that helps! thanks! <;3 @circussocks

FOUND! laughing shadow by ich_bin_ein_stern (M, 32k, WangXian, Temporary Character Death, Blood Magic, Misunderstandings, Found Family, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Canon Divergence)

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3. Hello

There is this fic i read some time ago

Wwx took the curse off a ghost. the curse said you won't be able to see the ppl who have very strong feelings about you

Wwx thinks it's hate and is very heartbroken when he can't see anyone, and starts spiraling and explaining to himself why ppl hate him

FOUND? See Me, Feel Me (Listening to You) by Ghost_Honey (T, 29k, WangXian, POV WWX, WWX Needs a Hug, WWX’s Abyssmal Self-Esteem, Emotional Healing, Angst, The Juniors love their Senior Wei, Curses, WWX is an Unreliable Narrator, JC & WWX Reconciliation, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Platonic Cuddling)

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4. I'm looking for a modern AU meet-cute where single dad WWX goes to a party at JYL + JXY's place (I think he gives JYL an ink painting for her birthday). Wen Chao hits on him and WWX needs an escape. He sees LWJ looking at a painting and pretends they're married, and LWJ immediately rolls with it to play the protective husband. They're smitten and leave together. LWJ makes pancakes the next morning and wins over A-Yuan. The fic is under 10k, I think, and probably E-rated for smut. Thanks so much!

FOUND! feel it so strong (we don’t even have to say goodbye) by curiositea (E, 6k, wangxian, Modern Setting, Strangers to Lovers, Love at First Sight, Single Parent WWX, Getting Together, Happy Ending, Fluff and Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Underprep, LWJ's Canonically Huge Cock, WC Being an Asshole, Fake/Pretend Relationship) except the Ink Painting for Yanli's birthday is from a different fic, the best of you by Sysrae

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5. hi! I'm finding this fic on ao3 where Wei Wuxian is from a minor sect. I think he was from Tianshan He (the clan that JGY and XY murdered in Villaneous Friends but I'm not very sure. The plot was starting from the Wen Discussion Conference I think ? Everyone is surprised to see a minor clan get the top spots because of Wei Wuxian, and take keen interest in him @wutheringskies

FOUND! every world, every universe by glitteringmoonlight (T, 5k, wangxian, HS & WWX, Canon Divergence, WWX is in Tingshan He, WWX Isn't Adopted by the Jiāngs, Fix-It of Sorts, Genius WWX, WIP) WWX is the Tingshen He head disciple who surprised everyone by winning the Wen archery tournament

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6. im looking for a fic but all i can remember is that after lan xichen caused wwx's death (killed him? kept lwj frok saving him? led a siege) lan wangji challenged him to a fight. for years after lxc refused to talk about his brother at conferences and i think? lwj left the cultivation world behind or went into hiding with ayuan? any help appreciated 🙏🏾 @onlyegret

Not FOUND! 💖 demons run when a good man goes to war by Miranda_Aurelia (T, 20k, wangxian, LWJ & NHS, JYL/JZX, canon divergence, angst w happy ending, NHS & LWJ friendship, not JGY friendly, dark LWJ, revenge, (presumed) major character death, not LXC friendly) might be demons run when a good man goes to war. if not, you may enjoy it anyway.

FOUND! Skin Tight by liverbiver9 (M, 28k, WangXian, Trans Female WWX, Gender Changes, Canon Divergence, Fix-It of Sorts, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Transphobia, implied/mentioned but not super explicit, mentioned hate crimes, Sentient Burial Mounds, Chronic Pain, Major Character Injury, Permanent Injury, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Isolation, Found Family, but they're ghosts!, Queer Themes, Queer Families, Sunshot Campaign, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Pining, Self-Worth Issues, YLLZ WWX, Hurt WWX, Genius WWX, Misunderstandings, Bittersweet Ending, Ambiguous/Open Ending, kind of a happy ending?, JC Fucks Up, Misgendering, deadnaming, Implied Transphobia, depends on how you look at it tbh, Canon Temporary Character Death, Self-Sacrifice, Epistolary, WWX Creates a Sect | Yílíng Wèi Sect, but posthumously, rating for body horror and mature themes, not sexually explicit) this one has a scene like that near the end!

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7. hi! i'd love help finding a fairly popular (?) time travel fic that's escaping my searching ability somehow... it's a lil short, from at least a year ago. post-siege lwj is sent back to sunshot, and wants to do better by wwx, but wwx is already friendlier to him, and takes him flying to where he's hidden the wens. they play music to a-yuan, and then! (spoiler haha) it turns out to be post-canon wwx <3 idk why i can't find it, so thank you!

FOUND! More than a Dream of You by VoidRune (T, 8k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Hurt/Comfort, LWJ centric, Pining, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Talks of Demonic Cultivation)

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8. Hi, you seem like you know things and I have exhausted myself trying to find this fic.

It’s about Wei Ying, his siblings and the Wen siblings living in a house together, modern era, while he renovates it little by little. He is actually a tattoo artist but isn’t working atm. Then Lan Zhan moves in and stays in Yanli’s room with her so he assumes that he is Yanli’s bf but never opens his mouth to ask. Lan Zhan and Yanli are actually best friends and while Wei Ying and Lan Zhan instantly click he tries to push Lan Zhan away because he thinks he is dating his sister. I vividly remember this fic but no matter what tag combos I try, I can’t find it. If you can find it you’d be my heroes :) Lan Zhan also wears skirts here which is always a bonus.

FOUND? could be Once Upon a Place by zeldasayre (E, 80k, WangXian, House restoration, Falling In Love, Misunderstandings, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Bisexual WWX, Trans Male WWX, Gay LWJ, JYL & LWJ Friendship, Modern AU, Set somewhere in America, Tattoo Artist WWX, Librarian LWJ, Mutual Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Burn, Domestic) I looked it up by the tattoo artist Wei ying tag, I haven't read it tho

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9. It's a modern-day college AU - Wei Wuxian has a roommate who is very confused why he keeps rhapsodizing about someone named Long John (as the roommate hears it)

FOUND? Long John by hasu (G, 3k, wangxian, modern, Crack Fluff, POV Outsider, College/University au)

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10. hi I'm looking for a modern au where lwj is kidnapped by the wen and wwx is being forced to work for them but they realize they're soulmates(?) and i think they might have memories of their past lives. wwx has to help the wen cuz jyl and jc are being held hostage. please and thanks 🙏🏾 @onlyegret

FOUND! in another life by dogear (M, 33k, WIP, WangXian, Past Lives, Enemies to Lovers, WWX POV)

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11. I can’t find this fic and it’s driving me crazy! It was a modern college au, and lwj brought wwx back to his family ranch for break. The premise was that wwx stole lwjs hat to wear, and everyone was giving them looks because there’s a saying like ‘wear the hat, ride the cowboy.’ There’s a scene where lwj literally grabs a bull by the horns and wrestles it to protect wwx. In the end lwj tells wwx about the saying and they fuck. I think this fic might be hidden/deleted but I can’t be sure? Even a link for the way back machine would be amazing. Thank you!! (I know exactly which fic this is but I cannot find it either :( I hope it wasn't deleted - Mod C) @adeametea

FOUND? 11 on recent FicFinder might be Local Cowboy Goes To Town (On A Poor Defenseless Twink) by Pancho. Unfortunately, Pancho's works are currently hidden due to AI scrapping

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12. Hello! I’m looking for a fic I read a while back where Wei Wuxian was resurrected by Qin Su, finds out that he is pregnant by Jim Guangyao, and tricks Lan Xichen into thinking that the child is his. I’ve been searching everywhere for this fic but I can’t seem to find it!

FOUND? So You Want to Start a War by JaenysBloodcourt (T, 41k, WIP, MY/QS, MY/WWX, WangXian, Reincarnation, Half-Sibling Incest Mention!, QS does the ritual instead of MXY, WWX as a woman, MY Is His Own Warning, Canon Divergence, Impersonation, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note, Please check the notes before reading a chapter, Timeline What Timeline, WWX Has PTSD)

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13. Hello I’m trying to find a fic i read a few years ago it was modern day and lan zhan kidnapped Wei wuxian who works at a coffee shop to be his husband and he keeps he locked up in a penthouse and he wasn’t allowed to look out the windows and one chapter he had a fever and stepped on broken glass. @stitch97

FOUND? Courtship Rite by FunkyShoes (M, 26k, WangXian, XiYao, Dark LWJ, Dark LXC, Morally Gray JGY, Malicious NHS, but that's not the focus of the story, banality of evil, Kidnapping, Courtship Gone Wrong, Manipulation, Mind Manipulation, Off Screen Violence, Supportive Sibling LXC, Modern AU, Dubious Consent, Rape/Non-con Elements, Non-Graphic Rape/Non-Con, I've been told I should tag for passive victim wwx) I think. It's JGY POV

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14. I'm looking for a fic, but the main problem is I'm not sure if it was on AO3, Tumblr or Twitter (and if it was Twitter, I think I read it as an unrolled thread). LWJ visits WWX in Lotus Pier and at one point gets accidentally whipped by YZY when she was aiming for WWX. He demands WWX's hand in marriage as reparation and I think LXC was a little exasperated but didn't contest it.

Thank you in advance, and no worries if you can't find it! (I feel like I read something like this recently but which of them was it is the problem TvT ~Mod L)

FOUND! Tumblr post by ronniexian I’m fairly certain it’s this

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15. I’m looking for a Cloud Recesses fic where Wei Wuxian wants to signal that he and Lan Wangji are courting so he grinds ink for him before class.

FOUND! 💖 Magical Marriage Ribbons Series by starandrea (Varies, 1m, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Accidental Marriage, Fluff, Happy Ending, Telepathic bond, Kink Negotiation, Family Drama, Magical Pregnancy, Dual Cultivation, Shapeshifters, Modern with Magic, Immortality, Yilling Wei Sect, podfic) I think #15 is one of the early worlds in the magical marriage ribbons series by starandrea. I'm not sure which, but I think there's a 30(?) Days of secret courting in cloud recess in it

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16. hi! for the fic finder: i remember only one scene from a fic where at a cultivation conference both lan xichen and nie mingjue kiss jiang yanli on the cheek. i think it was either to make jin zixuan aware of jyl or otherwise a result of someone's political scheming? i dont remember whose idea it was but it wasn't lxc or nmj's. im positive this fic is in my bookmarks somewhere but i dont remember enough to find it lmao

FOUND? Lynchpin by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 103k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Time Travel, Fix-It, Lynchpin [PODFIC] by Opalsong, [PODFIC] Lynchpin by Gwogobo) nhs convinces nmh and lwj to kiss jyl on the cheek at the phoenix mountain hunt to make jzx jealous

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17. This is a hyper specific ask because the only things I remember about this fic is wangxian are in university and wwx is an art major or in some art class where he shares this big space with a bunch of classmates that's divided up with tape. At some point he gets into a fight with another classmate cause he stuff spills over and lwj helps him. I think it might have been lwj's pov?

FOUND! could it be "show me a quiver, give me tonight" or its part 2 "crossed the world with these empty hands" by spookykingdomstarlight

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18. I’m looking for a fic where Lan Wangji first meets Wei Wuxian as his doctor, with Jiang Cheng storming out of his room shouting that Lan Wangji should just kill him because obviously WWX didn’t value his own life. (WWX had pushed JC out of the way of a car.) LW is darkly amused by it. He’s mildly obsessed with the pearl drop WWX wears? Runs into him in the meat department later, & eventually moves WWX in. Loves having him in their apartment, providing for him. Possibly too much @any-mouse

FOUND! singularity by azuresummer (E, 7k, WangXian, Modern AU, Dom/sub Undertones, Dominant LWJ, Submissive WWX, Serial Killers, Dark LWJ, Possessive LWJ, Protective LWJ, Serial Killer LWJ, Doctor LWJ, Stalking, Manipulation, Obsession, Mentions of Murder) I think 18 is singularity! Where lwj is a doctor/serial killer that stalks wwx at forst to kill him but falls in love wih him instead

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19. hi. i'm searching for a fic, i don't remember much except the wei family is actually a merchant family and wei changze is their 3rd or 2nd young master. wy inherited all his father wealth and let the butler to continue doing it for him? then the wei family send dowry to cloud recesses, lotus pier n qinghe? withdrawn their business from lanling jin? anyone know where i can find it? thank you. :) @aishiteru-amie

FOUND! Keep Holding On by abCEE (M, 316k, JC & WWX & JYL, wangxian, canon divergence, role reversal, YLLZ JYL, yunmeng sibling dynamics, good uncle LQR, sunshot campaign, PTSD, established relationship, angst w/ happy ending) I think its around chapter 36-37?

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20. Hi !! I've been looking everywhere for a fic (or maybe two ?) that takes place in the north (or south?) pole. I remember that they get trapped in there, and something is very wrong. I THINK that there was something about resentement-virus or something ? It was quite a while ago... I'm in the mood for Wangxian in the Arctic and i can't find it !!! xD If you managed to find it (or any like it...) Thank you so much by advance !! @czeriah

FOUND? and from our own/live to ourselves by betweentheheavesofstorm (M, 105k, WangXian, Modern AU, Fantasy, Reality TV, Arctic Survival, Blood Magic, Blood and Gore, Getting Together, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Self-Harm, Bloodletting, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Animal Death, Hunting, Mild Sexual Content)

FOUND? Found in the Sharpness of Contrasts by nickel710 (T, 35k, wangxian, modern cultivation, Antarctic Expedition, Magic and Science, Fear, Survival Horror, Body Horror but pretty minimal, chapter notes will explain if you need more info, idiots to lovers, Mystery, Falling In Love, Case Fic, Worldbuilding, Featuring a Generator Named Bertha, Panic/Acute Anxiety) a modern with cultivation fic set on an Antarctic research base

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#wangxianficfinder #wangxian fic search #wangxian fic finder #long post #wangxian #mdzs #the untamed

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thatswhatsushesaid · 7 months

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do you think NHS will ever be satisfied with the way things have turned out in the end? or is he already? I've seen polar opinions on this one and honestly can't decide which one I like more

oooh, what crunchy questions, anon.

short answer: I think he thinks he's satisfied.

the tl;dr answer: I don't think it's possible for us to know with any degree of certainty how nhs feels about anything post-canon, because the text gives us almost no insight into his interiority outside of wwx's speculation in the aftermath of the guanyin temple sequence. but I think we can make some educated guesses based on what we do know about his character.

rather than just rewrite stuff I've already written on this subject before, I'll drop some links to previous posts that I think are relevant to your ask:

nhs took so long to enact his revenge quest because he could not make up his mind about what he wanted to do. also this one, which includes discussion of his cql performance as well. indecisiveness is as core to nhs's character as his desire for vengeance, and I think that extends to his feelings about his situation post-canon, too.

this is definitely more within the realm of headcanon and speculation but I went deep on this the magnus archives-mdzs fusion reblog speculating on why I think nhs would be an avatar of the hunt, and a big thing about the hunt is that once the hunt is over, the hunters... don't really know what to do with themselves. womp womp.

now on to the point I don't think I've spilt much digital ink on yet:

nhs is, and always has been, a people person. this is extremely obvious when you dip back into the gusu lan summer camp for wayward young cultivators chapters, where nhs is at his most effervescent when he is bopping around the cloud recesses as wwx and jc's bubbly tag-along, lamenting how much lwj and lqr clearly hate wwx while cheerfully offering to give wwx more porn to make up for what he's lost. (it was nhs's porn, too! he'd be justified in being a bit cheesed off about it, but he really isn't!) if he sees a didi-shaped hole in a prospective friends' group, he sees an opportunity to make himself lovably indispensable as the court appointed littlest brother no one asked for, and quite frankly who could blame him? he loves to be spoiled and doted on, but imo there's some clear self-awareness and reciprocity at work in these dynamics that goes beyond a desire just to be pampered and looked after. I suppose an uncharitable read on teen!nhs would be that he's lazy and manipulative and finds easy marks to do the heavy lifting for him so he can sleep and paint and catch birds for his private collection, but tbh I think that interpretation does his character dirty. most people who end up spoiling and doting on nhs in the text are clearly happy to do so and seem to get something out of making life easier for this charmingly incompetent dandy. good for him--and for them!

...and then, post-canon, he is a people person without any people around him. sure, we can presume the existence of some unnamed nie sect subordinates who are stuck dealing with a sect leader who allowed his sect to languish and decline in the years after nmj's death, but I think if any of those unnamed subordinates were inclined to be people nhs could rely on to fill the 3zun and/or wwx and jc-shaped voids in his life, we'd at least know their names. I think it is telling that we don't, and that the last meaningful interaction we see between nhs and the characters who used to be his closest friends in the text amounts to an interrogation. whatever affection wwx used to feel for nhs has clearly withered on the vine and has been replaced by mistrust and suspicion--to say nothing of lxc's dead-eyed silence as soon as he begins to put the pieces together.

also: the last glimpse we get of nhs in the text before he disappears from the story altogether is him picking up jgy's hat and walking off with it. why does he do this? why is this the very last thing we see him do in the story? there are a few different possibilities:

"he's taking the hat to keep as a trophy!" I mean. maybe? I suppose I can't entirely rule out this possibility, but it is the least interesting one to me because it glosses over the complexity of nhs's pre-existing relationship to jgy.

"nhs doesn't know why he picks up the hat and takes it with him. he just does it." this is the idea I vibe with the most because it is most consistent with my read on his character--namely that he is never 100% sure about anything (except what qualifies as good erotica). but I think the part of him that still cares about jgy (it's there! it's tiny and shrivelled and warped by his transformation into the wuxia version of montresor, but it's still there) does not want to see his hat abandoned in the mud and dirt, and also does not want to interrogate his feelings about why he feels that way that closely.

"nhs can't abide littering! he's doing his part to keep the city streets clean." doubt.jpeg

#asks answered #mdzs meta #nie huaisang #let him have birds!! 🕊️

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not-rude-ginger · 6 months

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Hey! 👋🏻 Can you answer ❤️ ✨ 👓 🥳 🌻 📗 📚 💛 🔮 💌 🎨 from the “Fanfic Writer Ask Game”?

Thank you so much! 🥺

Goodness that's a lot. *cracks knuckles* OK, let's do this!

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

✨️ Out of the comments you’ve received on your fics, what are two or three of your favorites?

Answer here

👓 What helps you focus when you write?

I use the Freedom app that blocks YouTube and other sites that distract me - and sometimes I use a brain entrainment app to help stimulate my brain. It seems to help a bit. Also listening to music can help. Atm my focus is pretty shot but I have found these things have helped.

🥳 Why did you start writing fanfic?

It was a pretty natural progression, as a kid I loved imagining myself in the things I loved, usually as a cool or interesting character, and then I found fanfiction thanks to my hyperfixation on LOTR and I developed from there. I just really love exploring the worlds of the things I enjoy, imaging more adventures in the worlds, or changes to the canon story.

🌻 How often do you read your own fics?

Mmm, depends, I may reread a couple of times in a short space of time, and then I won't for ages. I don't like reading much older stuff, but I recently reread all of my Loki mega series because I wanted to remember the plot threads in the hope I may one day finish it. I will often go back to stuff in my most active fandom for fun too.

📗 Do you want to write something outside of fanfiction? If so, what about?

Oh absolutely, I've always wanted to be a published author. I've dozens of different stories, from a big world building fantasy series with one story focused on that world's first ever sorcerer, to a couple of thrillers set in the real world, to a kind of fairy tale inspired story that looks at what comes after happy ever after.

📚 Is there a fanfic or fanfic writer you recommend?

For MDZS:

Cerusee - Solid JC stuff

NotActuallyASpider -Mmm, all the angsty ZhanChengXian I could want and one of the first authors in this fandom I read.

ElDiablito_SF - ZhanCheng Author that writes them so sappy I wanna puke, it's great!

Oh_Fudgecakes - Just excellent writing both plot and smut.

For Loki:

Lise - Stoki author queen, insanely prolific writer, does Yi City works too.

💛 What is the most impactful lesson you’ve learned about writing?

You can't anticipate how people will read your work, both good and bad, and you will always write your best if you find your particular spin on the subject, not what someone else wants you to write.

🔮 Any advice for writers working through burnout or writer’s block?

Given how much I struggle with both, I guess I can only say be kind to yourself, especially with burnout. With a block, try to listen to yourself -- you likely know there's a problem further back in the story that needs fixing if you're stuck in the middle of writing.

If you're struggling to start, write the shit version and start wherever you want, because it's much easier to work on something that already exists.

If some tool helps you, like the Freedom App helps me, use it as much as you want!

💌 Is there a favorite trope you like to write?

Does fatherhood count as a trope? I seem to love making my male characters dads.

🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

Oh so many options! Any cute moment between JC and LWJ in Ink, JC with his son (and WWX and JL) in For What or it's sequels, JC skimming on water in his fancy robes from JL's birthday, WWX and JL holding JC's hands during his C-section. The shenanigans in Break Between Classes where ZCX are making good use of the desk and JC trying to keep the bucket up. If you wanna go darker and smuttier, LWJ looming over JC in bed as in Little Bit of Hope.

#asked and answered #fic asks

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hailsatanacab · 2 years

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ok i cant resist asking about "Ghost Town - wei wuxian is a ghost, sppooookkkyy - mdzs" that looks so cool!! is it abt his 13 years? either way it's super neat!

It's not, but I can totally see why you'd think that! This is a modern au where everyone is reincarnated BUT wwx never gets revived into mxy so he can't be reincarnated. Instead, his soul spends the thousands of years between canon and now reforming, just in time for nhs and jc's paranormal YouTube series to take off!!

Here's a snippet! I have not written much more tho 😅

The intro shows clips of the six episodes they compiled, small snippets of them exploring the Burial Mounds interwoven with old looking parchment scrolls and traditional ink drawings of various mythical ghouls and demons, complete with spooky music and a dark filter overlay.

There are small soundbites of their voices, just enough to get the audience interested in the story, over the top of the music. Nie Huaisang's voice quavers out, "Things are getting scary," and Jiang Cheng can't help but snort when he hears his own voice answer, "I'm quitting, I can't do this."

"I can't believe you did that, this is clickbait, right? People will riot. That’s not how it went at all."

"Standard industry practice, people expect it now," Nie Huaisang laughs in reply. "Besides, it did get scary."

Jiang Cheng stays quiet. It did get scary, but it's not like he's going to say it.

The intro ends with a flourishing crescendo of Lan Wangji's guqin that has Jiang Cheng rolling his eyes, and a gruesome, stylised blood-splatter that drips down the screen into the title, Ghost Town.

Nie Huaisang's trembling voice whispers, "Who are you?" just before the screen goes black and Lan Wangji's rumbling baritone answers, a strong contrast to the silence that absolutely in no way sends a shiver down Jiang Cheng’s spine as he remembers the moment.

"The Yiling Laozu."

#mdzs #the untamed #wip games #ngl i forgot how much i enjoyed this one too!!#i think im funny in it at least haha #theres so much shrek talk for some readon #i want to say this was like a big trope a year or so ago #like when buzzfeed unsolved was a thing #i do kinda wanna finish this too im into it again haha

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hewitoqewe · 2 years

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pocketfulofrecs · 3 years

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Hello! Could you recommend me some fics about WWX's life post-canon? Preferably where WWX is bonding with LQR/LXC (or both).

Ahhh, post-canon WWX in Cloud Recesses. Just what he deserves. Here are some fics for you:

🌸 one of our own by glittering moonlight - [general | 7.7k | the Lans defend WWX]

🌸 Love in all forms, something tender by Vrishchika- [teen | 4.4k | WWX gets sick, the Lans take care of him]

🌸 Deeper Seasons by piecrust - [general | 8.1k | WWX and LQR bonding post canon - very JC friendly on the last chapter, could be read only till chapter 3]

🌸 Younger Brothers by Gina3 - [explicit | 3k | LXC has the sex talk with WWX]

🌸 underneath the magnolias by krizzlesandblues - [general | 2.6k | WWX teaching little Lans and LXC watches]

Recs by our bunnies from discord (we haven't read them yet):

🌸 Ink Stains Not So Ignored by Preludian_Staves - [general | 300 words | “short but soft and sweet”]

🌸 Autumn Delights by BegrudinglyTumbling - [general | 613 words | post canon]

🌸 Joy In the Midst of These Things (series) by Glitterbombshell - [teen | 52k | wip | “CQL verse but is very fluffy wwx teaching bby lans”]

🌸 moonlight caught in mutton fat by Raitelzen - [teen | 45k | “the twin jades are cursed and LQR and WWX team up to break it”]

🌸 How Odd by bedheadrat - [mature | 35k | wip | “little less fluffy but still very fluffy”]

🌸 The Meaning of Family by flowersheep - [general | 3.4k ]

🌸 Wei Wuxian Is Now Lan Sect Approved by rainbows_rule - [not rated | 1.7k]

🌸 Menace by MnemonicMadness - [teen | 7.6k | “cql canon”]

🌸 How the elders found out (about WangXian) by like_a_bird_that_flew -[teen | 2k]

🌸 Planning for the Future by Aki_no_hikari - [general | 1.3k]

And if you think we missed some fic that fits this ask, reply and we’ll add it to the post! <3 (and thanks to all the bunnies that helped with recs)

#ask and you shall receive #post canon #wei wuxian and lan xichen #wei wuxian and lan qiren #wangxian #asks #mdzs

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flautistsandpeonies · 3 years

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Dust, Ash, & Bones

Read my prompt [here]

Word Length: 7,233

Tags: Not for JC Fans, JC Canon Characteristics, Canon Divergence, Missing Person(s) fic, Non-Linear Story Telling, Sizhui gets a different courtesy name, Probably won’t end in WangXian

It started with a hand.

It was small, obviously the size of a toddler; the other parts of the skeleton crushed by the larger bones of adults. Ragged clothes were mixed in with the fragments, the dirtied red and white silks of the Wen sect still distinguishable three years after its destruction.

“How ghastly, “A junior disciple muttered while helping move what seemed to be endless corpses on carts

‘Depraved’ is the word Lan Qiren wanted to use.

When he arrived at the path, he hadn’t expected it to be this bad. If there were going to be bodies, he expected ones numbering the tens instead of what he feared were hundreds lying underneath his feet.

“Lan Laoshi, Hanguang-jun has arrived. Where should he set up? “an assistant wearing short sleeved baby blue robes shuffled over and bowed towards him while tightly gripping clothes for body transference in their hands

He nodded, “Over there, it is the only place with no bodies so far, “Lan Qiren lifted his arm and pointed to a grass laden spot on the path

“Yes, Laoshi, “the assistant nodded towards a carriage to begin the tent set up for the Second Jade of Lan. A bed, desk, paper, ink, brushes were all going to be set up for the Lan heir’s indefinite stay on the path

The man in question was putting away his sword and fixing his robes after his long trip on Bichen before walking over to his uncle and gaving him a bow.

“Shufu, ”Lan WangJi greeted

“Wangji, “Lan Qiren nodded back, “I’m afraid the situation is more serious than we once thought. I was going to ask you to help with the digging, but I believe that you should start with Inquiry now.”

The young man nodded, “Understood”

Taking a step back, Hanguang-jun took a look around the path. Spotting the numerous carts full of the disgraced dead, a spark appeared in his eyes and his lips tightened into a frown. For the moment, the disciples working along the path had managed to fill five carts with bodies.

With a swish of his sleeves, Lan WangJi walked over to the disciples still putting up his tent. Taking a stack of papers, brushes, and ink from a crate, he nodded at the workers to ignore his presence, took his zither from his back, and sat on the ground.

The sound of inquiry rang throughout the path; Lan WangJi’s wispy, light blue spiritual energy shifted around him before morphing into lime green orbs as spirits were desperate to talk and voice their resentments.

Disciples still digging for bodies paused their work to see just how many dead they were excavating from the rocky earth

A twang sounded from the guqin, “Who is there?, ”Lan Wangji asked while dipping his brush in ink

More than one orb moved towards the zither, all wanted to be the first to talk.

Taking up a brush, Lan WangJi started to write as the dead began to speak.

Wen Yuze

Wen Shi

Wen Ping

Wen Lin

Wen Gang

Wen Da

Wen Bowen

The names seemed endless. orbs jumping on the strings crying out their identity. it didn’t look as if it would stop, when suddenly, Hanguang-jun placed a hand on the strings, halting WangJiqin’s melody.

The orbs backed away, seemingly scared. The Second Jade of Lan simply started to play a soft tune in reply.

“What happened here?, ”Wangji asked softly

A single orb took a tentative move forward. Slowly, it crept down to the zither and a light twang was released.

Hanguang-jun uttered while writing, “A massacre.”

A pluck of the strings, “Who killed you?”

A soft twang and the sound of a brush on paper, “The Jin Guards.”

Swiping his entire hand across the zither, Hanguang-jun asked,

“Can you show me?”

All the orbs seemed to still. Suddenly, the resentment in the area started to rise out of the ground and from the unearthed bodies. Lan disciples tensed, some even reaching towards their blades, as tendrils of dark energy molded together into humanoid shapes.

The orbs started to expand. The simple path around them was suddenly covered in dark storm clouds and rain of the past passed right through their clothes to the ground.

Hanguang-jun played a couple of notes, “What happened on this path?”

An elderly man, “Wen Ping” whispered a disembodied voice into everyone’s ears, kowtowed before golden robed men. Words of flattery dripped from his tongue, but his tone was drenched in fear adn exhaustion. “Please, good sirs, give the children more food, “he asked the Jin guard while nearly shoving hsi forehead into the muddy ground The Jin disciple in question sneered, kicking at the man, “Think you deserve more than your worth Wen-dog?” “No, not for me, the children. The children please, “Wen Ping stood quickly as anothe sharp kick hit him in the ribs A sword was quickly pointed at the man as the overseer shouted, “Get back to work you scum!” Wen Ping cowered, raising his hands and continued to plead, “Please, food, for the children.” “Worthless dog!” The blade stuck Wen Ping straight in the chest. Screams sounded from the other prisoners as the man collapsed to the ground and the sword wrenched out of his body. “Gah, “Blood spurted out of the chest wound and Wen Ping’s mouth. Raising a hand to his chest, a wide-eyed look on his face, he gasped for air as blood filled his lungs. Wen Ping’s blood was washed away by the rain as the light faded from his eyes.

Everyone on the path could only stare in shock as another scene morphed into view.

“You sons of bitches! You think you can treat us any way you want. Trash! Scum of the earth! Curse your generations for years to come!, “another Wen prisoner hollered at their captors “What was that, Wen-dog?!, ”a guard jumped form their horse brandishing a whip “Get your hands off me! I said get-”

And another.

“Momma, momma!, “ a small child cried as she was wrenched from her mother’s arm and thrown into the grasp of a Jin guard “A-Qing! A-Qing!, ” a woman in robes so tattered they barely covered her body lunged forward but was quickly grabbed by two female Jin disiciples “Momma!, ”the child wailed harder as the woman was dragged in the other direction “Please, please don’t take her. I’ll do more. I’ll do more, I promise, please! A-Qing!”

Sitting on the ground. Lan WangJi sat, continuing to play Inquiry, eyes blazing in fury, his fingers rapidly flying across the strings belaying his anger at what was being shown.

And another.

“Please, we’ll all work to pay for Wen Ruohan’s sins. Just please spare the women and children.”a man and three others stood arms stretched out in defense of the weak behind them “Shut up, scum! You think you can make demands of us?” A harsh shove sent the already weakened man tumbling to the ground. His compatriots ran to his side while the guards advanced, unsheathing their swords. One of the women started to scream,“Please, I’m begging you. Please don’t- PLEASE”

The screams of children echoed through their minds. Little lights snuffed out before their eyes and the cries of their parents even louder than the demands of the guards.

And another.

“Don’t touch my son!”a brunette woman spit in the Jin guard’s face “You bitch!, “the woman snarled grabbing at the woman’s hair while the infant began to wail “Stay away from me! Get away from my A-Yuan!, ”the woman struggled “Wen-whore. I’ll string you up!, ”the guard reached for her blade The mother kicked at her, “No, get away! Get off! A-Huan! A-Huan!” “A-Bao!, ”a man tumbled from his station, throwing down the rocks he was being forced to carry, running for his wife Another guard quickly stood in his way, “Stupid Wen-dog! Get back!” Wen Huan snarled and lunged forward “No, you move! Get away from them! A-Bao! A-Yuan!”

Tendrils morphed into piles of bodies. People killed in all manner of horrific ways thrown atop one another. Some died screaming. Some didn’t have a chance to.

And another.

And old woman sat panting on the ground, the tattered Wen sect flag she was being forced to carry laid on the ground. Strapped to her back was a shivering infant. A stern-faced guard approached her and shouted, “Get back to work!” The elder breathed in a large breath, rainwater bouncing off her wrinkled face. “Please, “she mumbled raising a shaking bony hand, “Mercy, a break. At least for the child.” The man snarled, “I said get back to work, Wen-dog.” The man threw out his hand. Clasped in it was a red hot branding iron, the sparks amidst snow prominent against the edge.

Lan Qiren was at the edge of his composure. Fists and teeth clenched and body shaking in fury, his eyes pierced through the golden robed guards of the path as if striking them with a blade.

The old woman’s eyes widened in fear. Throwing a hand out, she started to plead with her creaky voice. “Please, “her tired voice begged, “Please, spare the child.” The guard growled and thrust the iron out. The old woman tried to back away but slipped in the mud. “Ahhhh!, ”the old woman wailed as the iron approached Inches away from her skin, a black mass wrapped around the torture weapon.

The people on the path watched as a large figure surged into the guard, sending him and the iron flying back and covering them in mud.

Eyes widening in shock, they could only look on as a man clad in black and red silks morphed into view.

Wei WuXian.

The man stalked around the path gaze solely focused on the drenched Wen prisoners as his muddy shoes glided across the ground. After a long while, he finally turned towards the guard. “You...where is Wen Ning?, ”he demanded sternly The downed Jin startled at the question. Watching as Wei WuXian helped the elderly woman and infant up off the ground, he stuttered, “T-th-there is no here named Wen Ning!” “That’s impossible!”

Black tendrils morphed into a white and red clad figure. A distressed, haggard looking woman stood beside Wei WuXian, fists clenched and eyes wide.

It was Wen Qing.

Wei WuXian raised a brow at the man, “No one?” The guard nodded rapidly, “That’s right. No one standing here is named Wen Ning.” Giving him a cruel smile, Wei WuXian replied, “And the dead?” The man seemed to jump at that question. Looking at his fellow guards, they all didn’t seem to know how to answer the question. Wei WuXian laughed in their faces, “No need to answer” Taking out ChenQing, Wei WuXian played a couple of notes. Resentment rose once more, flowing through the piles of corpses, they all started to rise one by one. Wen Qing suddenly gasped, “A-Ning!” Running over, Wen Qing suddenly took one of the corpses into her arms. Covered in blood and mud, one could barely recognize Wen Qionglin. Tears were running down Wen Qing’s face, “A-Ning!” The woman was shaking now, over and over she cried for her little brother, but he could not answer her. Wei WuXian slowly walked over to them, a look of horror painted on his face. “Wen Ning, “the words were barely heard from his lips His teeth clenched and a red spark flitted from his eyes; hand tightening around ChenQing, resentment from the corpses started to swirl around the man. Wei WuXian turned and snapped at the guards, “Which one of you killed him?!” The golden-robed killers flinched back at the anger thrown at them. No one answered, and some unsheathed their swords in fear. “Ah, he-he got himself killed. We told him to stay away from the ledge but he wouldn’t listen! ”a woman shouted “He was being an arrogant Wen-dog and got what he deserved!. ”a man hollered “Mhmm, it wasn’t us! It’s his own fault!, ”many of the other guards agreed Growling, Wei WuXian lifted ChenQing to his lips once again. A quick sharp tune echoed from the dark wood, “Everyone, you have my permission. Here and now, take your revenge on those who have slaughtered you!” Screams flew; the prisoners, recognizing the sound of ChenQing all ran away as quickly as their weakened bodies would allow them. Some of the Jins hopped to their swords and quickly tried to escape the scene; others were quickly and ruthlessly ripped to shreds by the fierce corpses. Locking on to the sword fliers, the corpses tried to follow but a whistle from Wei WuXian stopped them. The anger melted off the man's face and was replaced by sorrow. Turning back to Wen Qing, she continued to wail over her brother’s body. “A-Ning!, “She cried against his unbeating chest, “A-Ning! A-Ning! A-” Suddenly, Wen Qing collapsed to the ground. With a gasp, Wei WuXian hurried over and took the woman into his arms. Staring at Wen Qing’s wet face, Wei WuXian sighed sadly adn wiped at her face with his sleeve. “Can you walk?, “Wei WuXian shuffled over to a Wen prisoner who hadn’t run far The man jumped at the question, afraid to answer the demonic cultivator. Wei WuXian shifted Wen Qing in his arms as the man strode a little bit further away. Gulping, the prisoner nodded, “Y-yes. I-I can walk, “he stuttered Wei WuXian nodded at the man, “Gather the others. I’ll get the horses. We’re leaving” Wide-eyed and shocked, the man could only nod in acquiescence and hurry off. Standing in the rain, Wei WuXian began to hum a soft tune. The corpses led the guards’ horses straight to him and lined them up along the path. Wei WuXian switched to a whistle. The corpses all started laying on the ground, one by one, except for Wen Qionglin who walked to a horse attached to a cart and laid down on it. The man returned with the other prisoners; everyone was shivering from the cold and Wei WuXian’s presence. “Everyone, try and fit as many of you as you can on a horse. I know it’s not much, but I’ll watch over you, “he said The people were terrified but hurried to obey him. Fitting three to a horse, they all were ready to leave the path. Walking over to Wen Qionglin’s cart, he placed Wen Qing right beside him. The sound of a fan snapping closed had Wei WuXian lifting ChenQing in defense.

The Lan members looked up at the simulated cliff’s ledge. Standing there, was Jin GuangShan, Jin GuangYao, and the surviving guards.

“Wei WuXian, what do you think you’re doing?, “the Jin sect leader raised an eyebrow at the younger ma Glowering, Wei WuXian replied, “Jin GuangShan, do you believe just because QishanWen is gone, LanlingJin has the right to replace them? Jin GuangShan laughed, “Wei WuXian, you truly are arrogant. The young man replied with his own derisive laugh, “Do you really think no one would defy you. Jin gold can only go so far. Snapping open his fan, Jin GuangShan laughed again and started to fan his face, “The Jin sect is the largest and most influential sect as of late. I think...we can do whatever we want.” Stepping forward, Jin GuangYao bowed to his father before giving Wei WuXian his signature smile, “Wei WuXian, this doesn’t have to get ugly. We will forgive this transgression if you reimburse us for the lives you’ve taken.” Wei WuXian raised a brow, “Reimburse? You think the lives of a couple of guards are more than the hundreds they’ve slaughtered.” “Is the name Wen not taboo? These people are only paying their penance. Weren’t you someone who advocated for the death of Wens yourself?, “Jin GuangYao smiled A fierce look returned to Wei WuXian’s face and hsi eyes bled red, “I killed Wen Ruohan’s soldiers, not innocents! You dare consider my actions during the war to be like yours?!” Shaking his head, “Jin GuangYao continued, “Never-the-less. Wei WuXian, if you give us the Stygian Tiger Seal, we won’t have to go to Sect Leader Jiang for this.” Wei WuXian snarled, “I’ll die before I give you this seal.” A waved of resentment bubbled together. Commanded by ChenQing, It was aimed towards the cliff’s edge. “These people....are under my protection now. Come for them. Come for us, and you will only have yourself to blame for your own death!” The resentment charged into the cliff. The Jins quickly retreated in fear of falling into the waters below.

The simulation suddenly dissipated, the spirits fading away as they ran out of strength. The bright sun returned and shined on the path, warming the faces of all the horrified Lan Sect members present.

Shovels had long ago found themselves thrown to the ground. People shook in anger; others had started crying.

Before, Lan Qiren wanted to call this situation “depraved”. However, now, no one could say anything. No one wanted to say anything. The visions they were shown flashed repeatedly through their minds.

But they all knew for certain...

they were going to act.

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3 Days Ago

‘There’s nothing here, ‘were the words that reverberated endlessly through Nie Mingjue’s skull as he and his men searched the entirety of the Burial Mounds for any form of life

“There’s nothing there, “these words repeated as the entire cultivation world flew to Lotus Pier for an emergency discussion conference

Almost like a funeral procession, cultivator after cultivator marched through the wooden gates of the Jiang Sect Manor and piled into the discussion hall. Constantly glancing at one another, no one knew how to start the conversations. All of their minds were muddled, and they could barely think, let alone speak and agree on things.

A loud fake cough suddenly had everyone narrowing their eyes on Jin GuangShan. The Jin Sect Leader smiled while fanning himself, a look of total indifference painted across his face.

“I must say, “he started, ‘the Yiling Patriarch is far craftier than I think any of us could have imagined.”

A rogue cultivator frowned, “Jin Zongzhu?”

“I mean, the man must have spies within our sects! For him to move his entire army before we got there, he must have known for months that we were coming, “Jin GuangShan stated with a sigh

One or two people nodded along with this reasoning. It made plenty of sense and explained their current predicament. It was unsettling to think that any of their peers could be a spy for a heretical cultivator, but at least now they knew so-

“Do you expect me to believe that, Jin GuangShan?. ”an angry voice growled

Eyes turned to Sect Leader Nie who sat impatiently on the other side of the room. Nie disciples watched warily as their leader gripped his saber’s hilt on and off as if he was contemplating striking someone with it. Nie MingJue’s purple spiritual energy circled him in ragged waves, a warning to anyone who would try to get close to him.

Jin GuangShan continued to smile as if the situation wasn’t life-threatening, “Nie Zongzhu ?”

Nie MingJue gritted his teeth, “This...all these years...Everything has been a lie!”

Hopping from his seat, Sect Leader Nie started to shout, “Three years! Three years of listening to absolute bullshit about the Yiling Patriarch and you have the arrogance to sit there and pretend that you haven’t been leading us astray this whole time!”

Cocking his head to the side, Jin GuangShan replied, “I think you might be exaggerating, Nie Zongzhu.”

Sect leader Nie laughed, knuckles cracking as he gripped his saber even harder, “Exaggerating? Who was the one who sent reports on the Yiling Patriarch to all the sects? Who organized the Nightless City pledge? Who helped lead the siege? Tell me GuangShan...Who!”

The answer was already known by everyone in the room, but the implications of the questions are what really stuck with everyone.

For once, Jin GuangShan was speechless. It wasn’t as if he could deny his own actions; the entire cultivation world relied on the Jin sect for reliable information on Wei WuXian, and now that information...

“Nie Zongzhu , aren’t you just playing into Yiling Laozu’s hands?, “Sect Leader Yao quickly stood and butted in, “To say that Jin Zongzhu has deceived us; he’s trying to turn us against one another! If you keep talking extremities, we will only find chaos!”

Nie MingJue turned all his anger on the minor sect leader, “Three years I’ve read countless reports of merchants and cultivators racing with treasures, desperate to become demonic disciples. I’ve read of slaves and concubines strolling the halls of a great stone palace. I’ve read of an army filled with Wen Ruohan’s most favored disciples, and the second I set foot on the damn mountain I don’t see a damn thing. Not a slave, not a soldier, not even a damn toilet!, “his eyes were bloodshot, “Yao Zongzhu , you dare sit there and try to tell me I’m being extreme?”

Murmurs erupted across the discussion hall. Most were in agreement with Nie MingJue, voices mixing with one another about wasted time, wasted resources, and the information fed to them over the years.

Sect Leader Yao felt himself shiver as a few disapprovign stares were sent his way. Usually, during discussion conferences, he was quite inventive with his words. He used his advantage as an ally of the Jin sect to give his words more credibility and thus more people readily believed him and decided to follow what he said. However, in a situation like this, if he continued to hug the Jin Sect’s legs he’d only be kicked from all sides!

He coughed as he sat back down, “I suppose your words do have credit, Nie Zongzhu.”

Nie MingJue snorted at the man’s cowardliness, “A show of hands. Who really believes that Wei WuXian had spies and disappeared his settlement?”

A hand or two rose at the question but the outcome was almost unanimous. The thought that ‘if Wei WuXian had spies this whole time, he would’ve conquered us already!’ rooted itself in their minds.

Pleased, Nie MingJue returned to his seat, finally letting go fo his saber, “That’s what I thought.”

Whispers followed, everyone had something to say about this situation. A lot had theories jumping through their heads and wanted to voice them to the closest person. The hall was filled with inquires and mindless chatter.

Wanting to turn the discussion back in his favor, Jin GuangShan quickly thought, ideas turning through his head. Looking to Lianfang-zun, he wanted to use both of their influence to manipulate the lessers in the room. However, before he could, a sharp knock had everyone jumping. Turning heads once again, everyone eyed Lan Qiren. The man was sharing a look with Sect Leader Lan, both seeming to be communicating without needing to use their voices. Sect Leader Lan nodded at his uncle, and the man stood.

“This situation is truly appalling, “Qiren started, “We agree with Nie Zongzhu. Jin Zongzhu , it can be said that the only crime Wei WuXian has committed is killing your guards at the path; however, the validity of his actions after comes into question. It is your sect that delivered information to all other sects over these years; we trusted you to give us accurate reports, but that trust is questionable now”

Putting a cordial smile on his face, Jin GuangShan replied, “Lan-Xiansheng, I honestly don’t know what to say. I can promise you that every bit of information that we sent to the sects was genuine. I even put GuangYao in charge to make sure that everyone would get the same reports. How this situation came to pass, I have no idea.”

“Is that true?, “Lan XiChen looked towards his sworn brother

“It is, “an amicable smile was on Jin GuangYao’s face, “Everyone, I have personally vetted all the information given to us and fact-checked all that was assembled. For Wei WuXian to not be there, it has to be his demonic power and craftiness at work.”

Nie MingJue snorted at him, “Because you couldn’t possibly have lied”

“Da-ge, “XiChen frowned at the older man

“No, “A fiery look ignited on MingJue’s face, “XiChen, you can’t possibly believe this farce.”

Standing, Sect Leader Lan surprised them all, “I do not.”

“Er-ge?, “Lianfang-zun had a shocked look on his face

A saddened look crossed Zewu-jun’s face while he glanced at Lianfang-zun. Usually, he wanted to always believe that his sworn brother wouldn’t commit nefarious deeds; however...

“I do not believe that Wei WuXian could move his entire settlement in three months without us noticing, “Zewu-jun started, “While planning the siege, we kept meticulous watch on the Burial Mounds, did we not? We saw no movement whatsoever.”

Turning to an assistant, Lan XiChen requested paper and ink, “I do not wish to believe that Jin Zongzhu or my sworn brother would lie and manipulate us, so I offer a solution. An investigation into Qionqi Path, Wei WuXian, and the Jin Sect.”

“Eh, “a minor sect disciple gasp, “Why Qionqi Path?”

“Qionqi Path is the start of this is it not?, “Zewu-jun nodded towards the disciple, “the start of the Yiling Patriarch, and the start of LanlingJin’s reports.”

The assistant returned and shuffled over, handing over the paper and ink. Taking up a brush, Sect Leader Lan started to write while saying:

“The surviving guards of Qionqi Path should be re-questioned. Lan disciples will use Inquiry to question any and all spirits at Qionqi Path. The people of Yiling will be questioned, and all their personal accounts man, woman, child, and elder will be recorded. The team that worked to send reports on Yiling Laozu will be extensively questioned, as will the couriers between the sects, ”Lan Xichen spoke with a finality that assured that if someone tried to fight his words would be put on the list of people to be questioned

The type of investigation Zewu-Jun was proposing would be extremely meticulous. Questioning the guards, comparing their words and actions against one another, questioning the people of Yiling and fact-checking their accounts, re-checking the Yiling Laozu rumors, and making sure they were all valid would take a substantial amount of time and resources.

Putting on a friendly smile, Lan Xichen concluded, “With this, we can confirm whether or not LanlingJin has been telling the truth, and, if we prove they are, we can put all our resources into finding Wei WuXian and punishing him properly.”

Hearing Zewu-jun's words, everyone in the room felt as if a weight was lifted off their shoulders. An investigation that could only lead to two possible outcomes, they couldn’t have hoped for something better!

Seeing almost everyone in agreement, Lan Qiren turned his gaze towards another culpable party, “Jiang Zongzhu , you need to answer us as well.”

Jiang WanYin snorted, “And what am I supposed to say? Is YunmengJiang suddenly responsible for Wei WuXian again?”

Lan Qiren fixed his sleeve, “No, but please inform us of the situation on the burial mounds when you went there three years ago. You fought with Wei WuXian not long after.”

People were murmuring again. Some had forgotten that Sect Leader Jiang had seen Wei WuXian’s encampment and had been the only person from the sects allowed on the mountain before the barrier locked everyone out and Sect Leader Jiang declared him the cultivation world’s enemy.

"I saw Wen Qing and Wei WuXian chattering and the Wen Remnants building, “Sect Leader Jiang crossed his arms while glaring at the elder

“What were they talking about? And what were they building?, “Lan XiChen asked

“Does it matter? Have you forgotten what he did to my sister, to her husband and his cousin? Has GusuLan and QinqheNie suddenly gone softhearted for a demonic cultivator? “he spat the words harshly

A hard look crossed Lan XiChen’s face, “Jiang Zongzhu , at this moment we don’t know whether or not Wei WuXian is truly responsible for the attack on Young Madam Jin. We shouldn’t be laying blame just yet.”

Jiang WanYin sneered, “Wei WuXian controls corpses! Fierce corpses attacked my sister! What more do I need to know?!”

As always, Jiang WanYin’s temper flared, “An investigation is pointless! Wen-dogs deserve to be slaughtered! Those who cultivate the demonic path deserve nothing more than to be killed and fed to dogs!”

Having prepared for this sort of reaction, Lan XiChen replied, “Jiang Zongzhu , you have crucial information that can help us with the investigation. If we work diligently, we can find Wei WuXian and the Wens he freed. If he is responsible for Young Madam Jin’s injury, then he will be punished for it.”

Sect Leader Jiang simply rolled his eyes and sneered in return.

Sect Leader Nie huffed in the younger man’s direction, “Why are you so against an investigation? Perhaps we should add you and your sect to the list of inquiries.”

Jiang WanYin glared in the man’s direction, “What are you trying to say?”

Never one to cower, Nie MingJue replied, “I’m saying it’s suspicious why you refuse to tell us what you saw on the burial mounds. You say you saw Wei WuXian and Wen Qing talking, but not about what. You say you saw the remnants building, but give no adept description of what you saw. How can I not think you’re not hiding something?”

A dark look covered Jiang WanYin’s face as others in the room hollered in agreement with Sect Leader Nie’s declaration. Some even demanded Jiang WanYin answer the room immediately. Zidian started to crackle against his finger, and he rubbed his hand against it.

“Tch, “disdain filled his face, “How about this, if you find some evidence at Qionqi Path, maybe I’ll think about telling you what I saw on the Burial Mounds. Until then, I won’t have to tell you anything.”

His response displeased many in the room, and several people bristled at his tone and disrespect.

Jin GuangShan felt it was time to include himself once more, “I must say, Lan Zongzhu , you are very bold, “he started, “Are Jiang Zongzhu and I supposed to just let you question our disciples willy-nilly? Should the inner workings of our sects be free for all to see?”

Lan XiChen smiled, but there was nothing polite about it, “Jin Zongzhu , if you have been telling the truth all these years, you have nothing to worry about. If Jiang Zongzhu has nothing to hide, then he has nothing to worry about.”

“And what are you trying to say, Lan Zongzhu , “Jiang WanYin glowered, “Yunmeng Jiang cut ties with Wei WuXian a long time ago. I’m not responsible for what he does anymore.”

“I’m not holding you responsible for Wei WuXian, his actions are his own, but I am telling you that if you have information that you are withholding, information that, whether it makes Wei WuXian innocent or guilty, whether it makes LanlingJin innocent or guilty, and you choose here and now not to say anything, that myself, Chifeng-zun, my sect, the Nie sect, and minor sects will hold you responsible for your actions, ”Zewu-jun’s voice was steel against Jiang Wanyin’s sharp tongue

Sect Leader Jiang growled deep in his chest, “Is that a threat, Lan Zongzhu ?”

“It’s a promise, Jiang Zongzhu, ”the words were cold

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, do Jiang Zongzhu and I not have a say in this, “Jin GuangShan waved his hand in the air, “Who would even lead an investigation like this?”

The question had many people speculating. The head investigator would have little ties to YunmengJiang, LanlingJin, and Wei WuXian. They would have to have a good reputation and many merits to their name for people to believe their findings.

“How about Hanguang-jun?” a minor sect leader suggested

“Yes, yes, while he dislikes Wei WuXian greatly, he is a man of renown and is unbiased in all his actions. He is the pinnacle of his clan’s rules and wouldn’t lie in any report sent to any sect., ”another agreed

The man in question did not reply. Hanguang-jun did not participate in the siege and only joined the discussion after passing the cultivation world on their way to Yunmeng by chance. He rarely joined discussion conferences and preferred night-hunting, but today he sat diligently beside his sect leader reading the notes his brother had written for the investigation.

“I agree, “Lan XiChen smiled, “Wangji will lead the Lans to use Inquiry at Qionqi. I will also delegate my uncle and seven elders to the Lan contingent.”

“The Nie will appoint nine elders who have never been in contact with Wei WuXian to assist with the investigation, “Nie Mingjue nodded in agreement with Zewu-jun’s words

“Is that acceptable to everyone else, “Sect Leader Nie looked to his fellow sect leaders, “Will you stand with us? Or do you stand with the Jin and Jiang sect?”

Voices rang out.

“TingshanHe stands with Lan and Nie!”

“YueyangChang stands with Lan and Nie!”

“BalingOuyang stands with Lan and Nie!”

“PingyangYao stands with Lan and Nie!”

“RunanWang stands with Lan and Nie!”

“LaolingQin stands with Lan and Nie!”

One by one, the sect leaders in the room stood and announced their allegiance to the investigation. An enraged look had formed on Jiang Wanyin’s and Jin Guangshan’s faces as even their subsidiary sects stood against them.

A pleased smile came upon Mingjue’s face.

“It’s settled then.”

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6 Months Later

The trial lasted a week.

Jin GuangShan, Jin GuanYao, Jiang WanYin, and multiple Jin disciples sat chained with their spiritual powers sealed away in the middle of the Lan sect’s discussion hall. Behind them were all the minor sect leaders of the cultivation world. In front of them, on a raised dais, were Sect Leader Nie, Sect Leader Lan, Madam Jin, a few Jin elders, and the investigation team.

It started simple; Lan elders read through the reports of the entire investigation. The record spanned hundreds of books and scrolls.

“From a Hu Jiming, a civilian from Yueyang region has asserted that Jin GuangYao, with permission from his father, gave him two taels to spread rumors around his area that Yiling Laozu had cursed him with misfortune.”

“From a Song JingYi, a civilian of Laoling has asserted that Jin GuanYao, with permission from his father, gave him three taels to spread rumors that Yiling Laozu had kidnapped his ex-wife and children.”

“From a Hou Caiyi, a resident of Yiling. has asserted that there had been no influx of merchants in the past three years and that his business had been the same. He also asserts that the Yiling Patriarch, Wei WuXian never made an appearance in the city.”

“From a Lu An, a resident of Yiling has asserted that no person that traveled to Yiling to become the Yiling Patriarch’s disciples were allowed up the mountain.”

“From a Jin Lan, daughter of Jin elder Qiuyue and sitting here today for trial, has asserted that Jin GuangShan tasked her with spreading rumors that the Yiling Patriarch, Wei WuXian kidnapped children to commit cannibalism to every region that she night-hunted.”

“From a Jin Lei, daughter of Jin elder Qiuyue, and sitting here today for trial, has asserted that Jin GuangShan tasked her with spreading the rumors that the Yiling Patriarch Wei WuXian had a harem of witches to every region in which she night-hunted.”

“From a Jin Zihan, sitting here today for trial has asserted that Jin GuanYao ordered him to refuse the prisoners of Qionqi Path new clothing and to limit their food to once every few weeks.”

“From a Zhu Huang, sitting here today for trial has asserted that Jin GuangShan ordered him to separate the child prisoners from their parents so that the parents would “work harder”.

“From a Jin He, sitting here today for trial has asserted that Jin GuanYao tasked him with carving Stygian Lure Flags into Young Madam Jin’s carriage”

“From Qin Zongzhu ’s wife, she has asserted that Jin GuangShan assaulted her and such resulted in the conception of her daughter Qin Su.”

“Jiang Zongzhu himself asserted that he saw the victims of Qionqi Path. Instead of reporting to the sects that the Jin sect had committed crimes against innocent civilians, he instead battled Wei WuXian and declared the man and his charges enemies of the cultivation world. Jiang WanYin also helped plan and then led the siege on the burial mounds to execute what he knew were civilians”

On and on, this continued for hours.

After, the accused were given a chance to defend themselves.

Jin GuangShan

“You son of a whore! You dare kill my son? Just wait, I’ll have you strung up for all of Lanling to see your worthless corpse!”

“Qin CangYe, aren’t we good pals? I would never harm your wife. I know how much she means to you.”

“Hadn’t we all agreed that those surnamed Wen were nefarious? I was only acting on our collective thoughts.”

Jiang WanYin

“You Jin-dog! How dare you! I’ll kill you! I’ll rip you to shreds! Just wait and see! Just wait!”

“Since when were Wen-dogs considered people anymore, huh!? Am I just suppose to forgive the slaughter of my clan!? The murder of my parents?! The destruction of my sect?! How long will you continue to kiss Wen’s ass!”

“Wei WuXian created the demonic path! If someone uses it to do harm, then he’s at fault just as much as they are! All diabolists deserve to die! Anyone who chooses to cultivate the demonic path deserves to die!”

Jin GuanYao

“I will admit that I was ambitious, and my ambitions caused my actions. I wanted to become a great cultivator of the Jin sect, as was my mother’s wish. I could only be a good filial son and try and live out her wish through any means necessary.”

“Er-ge, Da-ge, I wouldn’t have done such deeds without great reason. The three of us have known one another for so long, you both must know the type of person I am.”

Jin Lan

“It was Jin Zongzhu ’s idea! I didn’t know it would lead to this. I believed the other rumors as well. I’m not in much fault as the others!”

Jin Lei

“I was only doing what I was ordered! Mother? Mother, you believe us don’t you?”

Jin Zihan

“Please, I was only following orders. I couldn’t refuse an order from my sect. One should always stay loyal to their sect leaders should they not?“

Zhu Huang

“I was only following orders! I’m an outer disciple. If I don’t do what they tell me, I’ll be kicked from the sect!”

Jin He

“It was that prostitute’s son plan! I shouldn’t be blamed for something he came up with!”

Their cries bounced off the white walls of the discussion hall. Some pleaded for their lives while others could only continue to shout in anger. In the end, they all had to be silenced using the Lan sect’s technique.

Finally, the sects gave their verdict.

“We of GusuLan find Jin GuangShan, Jin GuanYao, Jiang WanYin, Jin Lei, Jin Lan, Jin He, and the guards of Qionqi Path, guilty of all charges.”

“We of QingheNie find Jin GuangShan, Jin GuanYao, Jiang WanYin, Jin Lei, Jin Lan, Jin He, and the guards of Qionqi Path, guilty of all charges.”

“We of LaolingQin find Jin GuangShan, Jin GuanYao, Jiang WanYin, Jin Lei, Jin Lan, Jin He, and the guards of Qionqi Path, guilty of all charges.”

“We of BalingOuyang find Jin GuangShan, Jin GuanYao, Jiang WanYin, Jin Lei, Jin Lan, Jin He, and the guards of Qionqi Path, guilty of all charges.”

“We of YueyangChang find Jin GuangShan, Jin GuanYao, Jiang WanYin, Jin Lei, Jin Lan, Jin He, and the guards of Qionqi Path, guilty of all charges.”

“We of TingshanHe find Jin GuangShan, Jin GuanYao, Jiang WanYin, Jin Lei, Jin Lan, Jin He, and the guards of Qionqi Path, guilty of all charges.”

“We of PingyangYao find Jin GuangShan, Jin GuanYao, Jiang WanYin, Jin Lei, Jin Lan, Jin He, and the guards of Qionqi Path, guilty of all charges.”

“We of HedongFu find Jin GuangShan, Jin GuanYao, Jiang WanYin, Jin Lei, Jin Lan, Jin He, and the guards of Qionqi Path, guilty of all charges.”

“We of RunanWang find Jin GuangShan, Jin GuanYao, Jiang WanYin, Jin Lei, Jin Lan, Jin He, and the guards of Qionqi Path, guilty of all charges.”

And their sentence:

“Jin GuangShan, we find you guilty on multiple counts of rape, disrespect of the dead, terrorizing civilians with corpses, yao, and spirits, using non-cultivators in labor camps, bribery, and the defamation of character and attempted murder of the Yiling Patriarch, Wei WuXian and the victims of Qionqi Path. For your crimes, your sect strips you of your position as sect leader. As the next in line, Jin Ling, has not reached an age of succession, the clan elders will lead the sect along with Madam Jin until he does. Your spiritual powers will be sealed permanently, and you will be sent into seclusion indefinitely. A portion of Jin treasures will be made into reparations for the Qionqi Victims and Wei WuXian.”

“Jin GuangYao, we find you guilty of disrespect of the dead, terrorizing civilians with corpses, yao, and spirits, using non-cultivators in labor camps, bribery, and the defamation of character and attempted murder of the Yiling Patriarch, Wei WuXian and the victims of Qionqi Path. We also find you guilty of the murder of Jin ZiXuan and the attempted murder of Young Madam Jin and sect heir Jin Ling. For your crimes, your spiritual powers will be sealed permanently, and you will be sent into seclusion indefinitely. “

“Jiang WanYin, we find you guilty of the defamation of character and attempted murder of the Yiling Patriarch, Wei WuXian and the victims of Qionqi Path. For your crimes, as there is no one to depose you, two-thirds of the land that YunmengJiang is responsible for will be distributed between your subsidiary sects along with two-thirds of your disciples. The Jiang Sect will also be subject to routine evaluation by the Lan and Nie sects. A portion of Jiang treasures will be made into reparations for the Qionqi Victims and Wei WuXian.”

“For the guards of Qionqi Path, We find you all guilty of the torture and murder of civilians numbering the hundreds and disrespect of the dead. For your crimes, we sentence you to death by hanging”

“For Jin Lan and Jin Lei, we find you guilty of the defamation of character and attempted murder of the Yiling Patriarch, Wei WuXian and the victims of Qionqi Path. For your crimes, we sentence you to death by hanging”

“For Jin He, we find you guilty of the murder of Jin ZiXuan and the attempted murder of Young Madam Jin and sect heir Jin Ling. For your crimes, we sentence you to death by hanging”

The guilty parties thrashed against their restraints. Tears flowed down the faces of the Qionqi guards as they tried to fight the silencing technique to plead for their lives once more. Sect Leader Jiang ripped his lips open, and started shouting, blood dripping down his lips and voice hoarse,

“You can’t do this, you hear me! I won’t stand for this! I won’t let you do this! You hear me! You won’t get away with this!”

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4 Months Later

A inn’s dining hall was bustling with travelers, rogue cultivators, and a multitude of civilians tired from a long day’s work.

“Hey, hey, hey, did you hear? Yiling Laozu’s still missing!, ”one traveler chatted up a group of farmers

“Eh, they haven’t found him yet?, ”the man raised brow as he sipped at his wine

“Nope, not a hair has been found., ”the traveler shook his head “It’s like he disappeared from existence.”

“Well, can you blame him? The cultivation world was ready to kill the poor man!, ”a woman having a meal with her husband called out to the group

“He’s probably too scared to get killed for something he didn’t do., “her husband added

“I don’t blame him, that’s for sure, ”the traveler smiled in their direction

A rogue cultivator stood and sat at a table closer to the conversationalists,“Lan Zongzhu has issued a statement that the Lan will continue to search for him to give him a full apology and assistance to his surviving Wens.”

The group was awed at the rogue’s words.

“With how everything is, we’ll probably never hear from him again., ”one of the dining men filled a cup of wine for the rogue cultivator

The man smiled as he picked up the drink, “Probably.”

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Author’s Notes:

-If anyone’s confused, this is a fic where WWX has no contact whatsoever after his fight with JC. There is no Yiling Date, No Wedding Dress Showing, No Qionqi Path Part 2, No Bloodbath of Nightless City- other events have transpired to cause the happenings of this fic.

-If you didn’t read the tags, I’ll remind you that this isn’t a fic for JC Fans. I will write JC with his canon characteristics. I will not woobify him to fit your fanon.

Read my Other Prompts and WIPs [Here]

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crossdressingdeath · 3 years

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Is their anywhere in Canon where it's shown that JFM prefers WWX over JC outside of YZY and JC's heads? I've been digging my brains out for a situation where he does but all the events that some like to point out as JFM favoring wwx over JC have other perfectly logical explanations, for example: the incident between wwx and JZX, JFM doesn't rush to the CR because it's wwx who got in trouble but because he fought with the heir of another allied sect who also happened to be his daughter's fiance. Of course JFM had to come sort things out with JGS, that was a diplomatic incident and nothing to be compared to a few teens messing around and getting drunk and being punished for it!

Also before the Wen camp when JFM doesn't force wwx to go with JC. It's not because he like him more but because 1) wwx is not an heir so his presence isn't obligatory 2) wwx is one of their best disciple s and an "asset" to the sect. Why willingly hand him over as hostage to the enemy when a war could break out anytime soon?

There are a few other incidents but they too can be easily be explained as JFM acting like any sect leader with half a brain would. I'm not saying he was a great father, he definitely was emotionally neglectful and unavailable and coupled to YZY abuse and manipulation it wasn't a good combination for those 3 children.

Yeah, it’s another one of those things where you can actually justifiably invoke unreliable narrator on it as a part of the canon but the stans claim is indisputable fact. JFM rushes to the Cloud Recesses for WWX but has never done anything like that for JC? Well, it’s a brawl with a sect heir over an insult to his (JFM’s) daughter, that’s serious shit, not to mention that there’s no evidence there’s ever been a situation that would have required JFM to rush somewhere because JC got in trouble anyway (remember that in the novel JC never actually gets punished in the Cloud Recesses and CQL does a terrible job of making the wider story fit the changes they make). JFM doesn’t force WWX to go to the Wen camp but does force JC? Well, first off it’s actually YZY who forces JC to go (because the alternative was sending JYL; sending just WWX was not an option because WWX is not a member of the main Jiang family), not JFM, and second yeah, WWX is the best cultivator of his generation within the Jiang sect if not among all the sects, why the fuck would JFM risk him if he didn’t have to? Not to mention that “Eh, he can go to this obvious death trap if he wants to” is quite possibly the clearest “I don’t give a shit about what happens to this person” JFM could offer without outright saying it.

Basically... yeah, you’re right. Every scene where JFM “favours” WWX has a logical explanation that suggests otherwise (or at least makes it inconclusive as proof of favouritism); there are no such explanations for the scenes where JFM puts WWX in danger (sending him to the indoctrination camp even though the letter the Wens sent might as well have had PLANNED HOSTAGE SITUATION scrawled all over it in bright red ink for how unsubtle it was) or orders him to put himself in danger specifically for JC’s sake (JFM’s last scene wherein he orders WWX to protect JC and in CQL orders WWX to die for him if need be instead of saying goodbye). Was JFM a great father? No. Was he even a good one? Largely dependant on what you think of YZY’s parenting and whether you think he (as the man in the relationship and so presumably the one with all the power from a legal sense in the setting) should have stopped her from treating her children the way she did. Did he prefer WWX to JC? I’d argue that the evidence suggesting he did is circumstantial at best due to the alternate explanations available and the evidence suggesting he didn’t is far more compelling, so... I’m gonna have to go with a hard no on that one regardless of what YZY and JC (the two most obviously dishonest characters short of JGS and JGY) say about it.

#mdzs #cql #jiang fengmian #a bit of grapehate #lotus mom #anon #asks

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inkblot-inc · 2 years

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To Be Back In Step

Summary: Set during DSMoM; Sometimes it’s just worth it to be selfish.

Pairing: Christine Palmer x Reader

Warning(s): We're basically out the gate with smut, so 18+ ONLY aka MINORS DNI, strap-on use (r giving) and some choking. Dark themes; dark!reader (r being...honest and morally questionable tbh T-T) Character death (happy endings, but for who? Answer: the people that matter-), SW/Wanda being a…good friend? Idk it’s not really manipulation, and some language

Notes: Bet you weren't expectin' this one! This is purely self-indulgent, and you can thank @aneverydaymarvelsimp for having me rewatch MoM and simp over Christine Palmer. A thanks to @lizzieslobster for giving this a once over as well! Sidenote to the note- There's not enough fic for this woman- (I hear you loud and clear @wickedmuses), so here's a little somethin somethin. Hope you enjoy!

Double Double Note: The Prequel to this one shot, What we've Lost, is up now as well!

Word Count: Just skidding past 2.1k

*squints* I give NO ONE permission to repost or translate my work. Make your own shit

You watched as the dark-haired girl quickly backed into a corner, you could almost taste your long-deserved reward. "Please please please don't kill me, you don't have to do this!"

You grabbed her up by her jacket, the worn denim tearing slightly in your grip. "You're talking to the wrong higher power, kid. I'm fresh out of mercy."

"No!-"

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"Please!"

The room was filled with the steady sounds of the headboard rocking into the wall as you went deeper into your wife, both of your moans mixing together.

Christine's eyes were screwed shut as you fucked her into the mattress and you reached a hand up to apply a bit of pressure to her neck, straddling the line between pleasure and pain. "Look at me Chrissy,"

It took her a second before she managed to open her eyes through her own haze. "There you go, I want you to watch me while I fuck you. Practically sucking me in,"

She let out a small mewl as you held your hand against her throat for a good minute before you brought it back to balance your stance on the bed. Christine's cries continued to get louder and more insistent as your strap on hit that familiar spongy spot inside of her.

"God I'm so close. Don't stop baby, please!"

You let out something between a grunt and a chuckle as you adjusted yourself on your palms. "Not even if you begged me,"

Leaning your head down, you brought one of Christine's pert nipples into your mouth. One of her hands left your back to push your head to stay there as you swirl your tongue around the nub, bringing one hand up briefly to play with her other breast. As you ground harder into her, she felt the tightening at the pit of her stomach as she came undone below you. Her third orgasm of the night.

You slowed to a languid pace as you released her nipple, letting her ride out her high. You move upward to leave feather light kisses across her face before Christine brings your lips together for a proper kiss.

Pulling away, there was a smirk resting on your face. "Now, aren't you glad I got our windows soundproofed? I know our neighbors must be,"

Wiping her steely blue eyes that had begun to water slightly, Christine lightly hit your shoulder with a small giggle and a breathless 'shut up' as you proceeded to slowly slide the toy out of her. The two of you settled into a makeout, only pulling away long enough for you to use your magic to unfasten the strap and have it tossed to the side to deal with later. Cuddled up to each other, you basked in the content feeling that was shared between you.

Then you felt that familiar tingling pain.

Your hand moved to your right cheek on instinct to try and alleviate the sensation to no avail. Christine noticed this and brought her own hand up to rest on the cheekbone that was smoother than the rest of your face, her fingers carefully running over the indentations left behind.

Her blue eyes glinted with concern, "It's happening again? This late?"

You inhaled briefly before sitting up in your shared bed. "Well, I forgot to finish up before we got settled in," Leaning over, you leave a quick peck on her lips to help satiate her. "Got kinda busy,"

She playfully pushed the good side of your face backward, "Well now that you're not busy, you can handle it hmm?"

Lightly huffing, you relented and pushed the covers off completely. Christine watched as you swept your legs over the side of the bed before making your way to the connected restroom, only closing the door slightly to obscure her view as you rested your palms on the sink counter with your head full of thoughts cycling around.

You clear your throat as you grab the jar you came in for, closing the medicine cabinet to meet your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes narrowed at the noticeably lighter portion of your face, then trailing up to the streak of stark white in your hair. It had yet to go away and stood out like a sore thumb as it ran along your temple to the back of your head.

You rubbed the prescribed cream on your cheek like Christine told you to. Even if you knew it was never going away.

It’d always be there as a reminder. To never forget. No specially made development was fixing it, and you knew that.

It was a freak accident at the Baxter Building after Reed and Ben had gone home. A mishap while burning the midnight oil on an independent project.

That’s all anyone would know.

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Wanda made quick work of the monks on the front lines before stepping into the temple of Kamar Taj. You'd seen it take place from afar, not wanting to get involved. The only reason you were here was because you're forced to listen to Stephen's orders as the Sorcerer Supreme. Personally? You'd cut your losses with the random child and go about your business, but no one seemed to share your sentiment.

Wong had gone to hide the girl as you were left with Stephen to fend off Wanda, her eventually getting the upper hand. It was then that you'd finally heard her deal to you.

"I'm not a monster Y/n, and you know that. I just want my boys. They're out there, just like your Christine. A world where you are happy. Happy with her."

You felt the familiar weight in your pocket as you heard her name.

She's out there for you.

As you thought about what she just said, Wanda used her whisps to incapacitate Stephen as his powers were sieved away. She focused on you again, but she knew that she didn't need force.

"I can take you to that world, Y/n. To your happy ending. I'll give you my word. I just need the girl."

You slowly nodded at the proposal. You knew America could traverse the multiverse at will, and with Wanda having access to that ability it was certainly possible. To finally be free of your hapless life without aim, to be with your love as you should have been.

“That's what you want Y/n?! To live a lie?! To force your way into Christine's life in some fantasy gone by?!”

“Is it really a lie if you wholeheartedly believe it? If it was supposed to happen anyhow?” Wanda was the devil on your shoulder as you stared at a restrained Stephen. You could begin anew with one action.

You were the last line of defense standing between Wanda and this America Chavez girl, who was foolishly idle under the temple of Kamar Taj. Stephen had brought her here, a problem unto herself until you and everyone else were roped into it. And really, what was stopping you from ending this farce now?

“You are better than this, Y/n! America is a child!”

Oh. That’s what.

Your stare was carefully kept blank as you mulled things over. You had nothing left to lose, quite literally. Immediate family already gone or died while you were blipped…

Your eyes flitted to the ring on Stephen’s finger, practically mocking you.

Nothing left to lose.

“But you know what you stand to gain Y/n,”

Wanda was a friend. You’d gone to each other for solace and comfort as you’d both lost everyone. She understood you. You’d both been made to watch as the world seemed to move on while you were left to play five years' worth of catch up.

With this chance? You could be on time.

You could have her back.

Your hand subconsciously stroked the broken face of your pocket watch over the fabric of your left pocket.

“Y/n listen to me, Wanda is in your head! You can’t let her win and get to America-”

“You keep saying that, but what’s that child supposed to mean to me?!”

You watched him sputter for a second as he was set off kilter by your pushback. He always had to have the the last fucking word.

"Wanda's not in my head Stephen! And nothing she's said has been a lie either! I still don't see how this involves you or anyone else,"

“Wanda will have unlimited access to the multiverse, which cannot under any circumstances be left in her hands!”

Wanda crept up to your side. She’d been largely quiet as she patiently watched you make your decision. Whether Stephen acknowledged it or not, Wanda knew you were on the same page as her.

Her lips came up to your ear, “Was the time stone in the right hands when he stole it from you and gave it to Thanos?”

You were sent back into memories you'd revisited time and time again, and they remained clear as day.

Dusted, just hoping and praying that Christine was home safe. Floating away, as you watched Tony hold Peter in his arms. Coming back in what felt like mere seconds, an aged Stephen hastily guiding you to a portal to fight a fight that you quite frankly didn’t want to be a part of anymore. Getting home, finding a place you could no longer recognize; framed pictures of your Christine with him. How she so easily let your memory go by the wayside. Somehow, they'd figured it out. You wound up alone.

It was a world where you were no longer welcome.

A world where you were out of step.

You could have it all back, Wanda said. Wanda promised. And really…

That’s all you want.

If it takes the life of a girl you barely knew and a man that’s been nothing but a residual thorn in the side of your existence?

So be it.

You have a way to finally be happy with the one you love and leave it to Doctor Stephen Strange to involve himself and actively deny you from his moral high ground while he lives what should have been your life. The whole unending story of it really.

It's insulting.

Wong had always said that your apathy would be your downfall, but today it would be your key to life anew. Where you can be content to live and not just go through the motions.

To hell with Stephen Strange.

You took quiet steps toward Stephen as he gazed up at you with a pleading look. Getting ready to put an end to him, the sorcerer quickly managed to conjure one last snake, shooting out a pestilent spray. Yelping as it coats part of your face, you feel a burning pain encompassing the right side of your face to your forehead with the skin beginning to erode and the coated hair losing pigment at the root.

Before Stephen could manage to break free, Wanda reinforced the restraints before you surged forward, grabbing his head and unceremoniously snapping his neck.

Stephen’s body fell limp as you went to work fixing the damage done to your face, but it could only go so far. You looked to Wanda with a smirk, the distinct scar still thrumming in pain.

“Let’s get the mouse hiding in the basement, shall we?”

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'Always had to have the last goddamn word, Strange.'

You took a deep breath before you finished washing your hands clean, leaving the restroom to join your wife in your shared bed. Her deep red hair falling over her shoulders in a tousled mess as she sipped on a glass of water from the nightstand. Christine’s eyes shifted from the tv, that had begun lowly playing a random movie, to look up at you.

“You ready for bed?”

You kept a small smile on your face as you got under the covers with her as she set her glass down and scooted closer to you. You wrapped an arm around her naked waist as you looked up at the ceiling, mind still buzzing.

“Christine,” You could feel her look up at you. It was almost always “Chrissy” or “Chris”.

“Yes, love?”

You tilted your head to look her in the eye.

“Are you happy?”

Her eyebrows furrowed for a second. “Of course I am. I have you,”

She placed a lingering kiss on your scarred cheek.

“Are you happy, Y/n?”

You moved a loose strand of hair from her face before bringing her into a deep kiss of your own, passion effortlessly leaking into it. Pulling away, you take a moment to just look at her.

“Every day I’m with you.”

And those days would never run out now that you finally have her. With her, your life finally fell back in step.

#marvel #marvel one shots #multiverse of madness #doctor strange multiverse of madness #stephen strange #doctor strange #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #christine palmer #christine palmer x reader #back in step #jc ink canons #jc inkworks #ink.chrissy #ib-jc.

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pinespittinink · 4 years

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This or That

tagged by @jc-shay, thank you jenna!

hardcover or paperback / rent or buy / reads in silence or reads with music / standalone or series / annotations or pristine pages / ebook or physical copy / dog ears or bookmarks / mismatched series or complete set / cover matters or you don’t judge / lend books or keep them to yourself / enjoys lit classes or despises them / browses shops or orders online / reads reviews or goes in blind / unreturned books or clean library record / rereads or once was enough / fanfic enthusiast or a stickler for canon / deep reader or easily distracted / must read the book before seeing the movie or order doesn’t matter / neat bookshelves or messy bookshelves / skips ahead or resists temptation / reads aloud or in your head / guesses plot twists or never sees them coming

tagging: @nectargrapes, @ink-whiskey-seats, @sundaynightnovels, @bookenders, @kaatiba, @rhikasa

#i have Thoughts about this #tag memes

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not-rude-ginger · 8 months

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Hi! Your WIPs all sound interesting!! I want to ask about them all! If I have to choose though… All right, nothing about For What because I can't pick only one of those, and I'm always asking about Ink so let's change it a bit, how about Blank Space? Is the name "Blank Space" or " "? I need to know that. Also, if I may ask a second one, I'm curious about "For a Moment, You Stayed in My Arms", would you mind sharing anything about that one?

"Blank Space" is the temporary name of an original work so I remember the plot, it comes from the music video that gave me the idea. So it is actually Blank Space, not " ".

"For a moment" is my "JC has disappeared post canon AND there's a puppy that will not stop following WWX around while he tries to find his one time shidi and of course the two things can't possibly be related."

Thanks for asking!

#wip ask #wip game #my writing

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bksayinfuckitall · 4 years

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It’s 8 pm and I feel compelled to list all the things I did today instead of proactively job seeking:

Slept until 11 am and was still exhausted.

Made a protein shake and took to the couch.

Woke up to the church bells ringing the one o’clock.

Found my Staples order of 48 cans of Diet Ginger Ale (for 16 bucks!) had arrived and was in the vestibule. Took each 12-pack down to storage individually, in order to amass steps and stairs for my fitness tracker.

Stood in the open front doorway for 10 minutes watching the mid-afternoon downpour.

Posted a box of unusable Canon printer toner (since I paid $60 for what ended up being the wrong type and didn’t realize this until I opened and tried to use it and stained most of my fingers teal blue) on FB Marketplace, hoping to get a few bucks.

Spent approximately 90 minutes trying to print out this week’s choir anthem for tonight’s rehearsal. (The number of abortive attempts cannot be counted, encompassing problems regarding my iPad wireless, the iPad connection to the printer, being out of black ink, running out of yellow ink, miscellaneous errors in mid-print facilitating the need to reboot the iPad and start over.

During this process, when downloading the anthem PDF to Google Drive, saw an alarming message that my Google storage was at 80% full and I would need to add to storage or I would be unable to download anything further. So I deleted every video, which made no dent. Then I scrolled back to the 2012 mess in Google photos and worked my way back to the present. Took 10% of that way!

Forgot to eat lunch. At 5:30 pm, drank the second half of the protein shake and housed cherry tomatoes with the rest of the hummus, resulting in substantially uncomfortable bloat, enough I had to unbutton my shorts.

Finally went to LinkedIn and started browsing. Wellington has a number of Exec Asst jobs — I have Wellington connections aplenty — so started trying to print each out for review. I ask you to refer back to the entry about printing out the choir anthem. 45 minutes later, BTW.

Choir Zoom — sitting mute listening to sweet Nora talk and talk and talk and play with her hair. Spent most of meeting watching how my forehead glowed in the glare of my kitchen lamp, moving to different angles to try and blunt it. Stood up to sing at a point and spent that part of rehearsal trying to ensure my Hillary Clinton “I’m With Her” tshirt text was filling the screen, hoping to get a rise out of someone, anyone.

My shoulders and neck are killing me. So after choir I sat for 10 minutes with the massage vest in action, in such pain that I may have taken JC’s name in vain a couple dozens times.

Now I’m getting my daily writing in, so that I don’t skip doing my planned session a second day.

Going out for my run now, and will do PT after. Should probably have supper after that.

If I can get to apply for some jobs by the time that is all over....successful day!

(Oy. I need a better system. Or something else.)

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jcmorrigan · 7 years

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Random dump of ASOUE headcanons involving minor anti-villains coming, ruthlessly blending showverse and bookverse extended canon

But given that I try to obsessively give backstories to all of my favorite characters that don’t have them yet, I’ve been thinking about the showverse Henchperson of Indeterminate Gender (referred to in the rest of this post as “Ainsley,” my personal favorite name for them, for the sake of convenience and not typing out either that whole title or an acronym) and what their life might have been pre-Olaf.

Meanwhile, it occurs to me that over in All the Wrong Questions, Ellington is oddly enough treated like kind of a stranger by all the other kids (except Jake and Cleo). Was she not part of the group? Was she somehow apart from the community? Who was she hanging out with if not Moxie and co.?

And it hits me that Ellington and Ainsley are both morally ambiguous and love coffee...

So now (without doing any math to see if the ages add up because they probably won’t and I don’t want this to get ruined that easily) I have this whole thing going on in my head about Ainsley growing up in Stain’d-by-the-Sea and them and Ellington being each other’s only friend forever. I actually CONSIDERED making a fanfiction of this, but that would involve me having to go out and actually purchase the entirety of ATWQ instead of just library-ing it up, and then reading all four of them again, and I have other books to read and fics to research for in other ways, so I can’t be bothered to marathon a four-book series for a oneshot. (Watch me change my mind in a month.) Anyway, because right now I am decidedly set on NOT making a fanfic out of this (come on, JC, nobody buys that Ainsley and Josephine are the same age anyway!), I’m just going to give you the bullet points of if this had actually happened.

Adding a cut because this is gonna get long

EDIT: I just did some looking up of stuff and the ages REALLY don’t line up, so this is super AU but I’m leaving it here for you to read anyway

-Ellington first meets Ainsley by coming across Stew Mitchum beating them up for being a “guy who thinks he’s a girl” (despite Ainsley’s insistence that they are nonbinary, which they try to emphasize in very verbose terms in between getting kicked in the shin). Ellington, thinking she can play hero as seen in the fantasy novels she loves, rushes in, attempting to beat up Stew. However, as Ellington has not been trained in combat in any sense whatsoever (YET!), she gets utterly decimated - bruises, teeth in danger of falling out, ends up lying on the ground unable to get back up. Stew warns her that she doesn’t know who she’s messing with before turning and walking ominously away. Ellington lies on the ground for about thirty seconds thinking about how big of a mistake she made before Ainsley gingerly approaches her, helps her get up, and walks her back home for first aid.

-They have a long discussion about how everyone around them is so literate and both of them sort of feel like outcasts, as Ellington is the ONLY person in town who has read ALL of Lord of the Rings and Ainsley prefers plays by and large to books. Now, Ainsley is turned off by the idea of reading even ONE book as huge as a Tolkien, and Ellington finds plays utterly too short to hold her attention when they’re not actually performed onstage, but they make an agreement not to belittle each other for their literary choices.

-Ellington is the one who gets Ainsley hooked on coffee. Specifically Black Cat coffee. The two of them commandeer that shop and are basically its only two regular patrons before Lemony comes to town.

-Armstrong isn’t a fan of his daughter having a friend. There are secrets, Bombinating-Beast-related secrets, he doesn’t even want to tell HER. And now she’s bringing a stranger into their life? A stranger who might learn way too much by accident by being too close to Armstrong? Armstrong disapproves. But he’s not going to be overt about this, or his cover will be blown.

-I’ve been a fan for a while of the idea that Ainsley prefers dressing in male clothes specifically for the sake of comfort (largely inspired by statements by MCards) (In-universe, though, it’s more like ”Because, you know, women’s clothes are intentionally designed for form over function as a byproduct of the misogyny that has permeated the industry...” Ainsley goes on for another five minutes), but can appreciate throwing small feminine touches onto their ensembles (like that pearl necklace). Ellington, on the other hand, loves skirts because they make her feel regal. Ellington is SO femme. They have disagreements over this at first, but then Ainsley spots Ellington’s perfectly painted and groomed black fingernails and asks if Ellington wouldn’t mind painting theirs. Ellington is more than happy and Ainsley ends up with blue fingernails (she retains the monopoly on black; am I the only person who sees her as a bit of a Goth fashion-wise?).

-Ellington has a crush on Ainsley for about a week before trying to drop big obvious hints. “Have you ever felt anything about a close friend, like they should be more than that?” “I don’t like you that way, Ellington.” “...Oh.” “Besides, I’m half convinced love is just a fallacy concocted by our culture in order to” AINSLEY GOES ON FOR ANOTHER FIVE MINUTES

-But she gets over it, it’s okay

-They’re both aware of the fact that there are big things going on in the world around them. Plots, secrecy, underhanded schemes, covert organizations and operations. The Inhumane Society. They both want in on this, as the unexamined life is not worth living. But it’s one of those “be careful what you wish for” scenarios.

-They decide to try and write a play together as a passion project of their friendship. Ellington wants to write about a secret agent who finds himself stranded in a small, economically troubled town populated by strange characters. Ainsley wants to write about a set of children who are orphaned thanks to the machinations of a diabolical villain. Ainsley insists their idea is more suited to at least two adaptations of varying quality by sets of actual actors while Ellington’s idea is better suited to print.

-Though at first, Ellington wonders about writing a comedy. Ainsley talks her out of it. Tragedy, after all, paints the world as it truly is. Ellington finds she cannot disagree, even though she hasn’t experienced a tragedy of her own. (YET!)

-Armstrong REALLY doesn’t like how much time they spend together writing this play.

-They never get the chance to finish it.

-Armstrong begins acting very strange, and he might actually voice his concerns to Ellington about having friends she doesn’t know if she can trust. Ellington tries to argue hard that Ainsley IS trustworthy, but Armstrong doesn’t buy it and pushes back.

-Basically something happens with the Inhumane Society, Armstrong, and the Beast to make Ellington start to doubt her friendship with Ainsley for real. She tries ignoring them and giving them the silent treatment, but they notice. They confront her about it, standing in front of her and refusing to move until they get some answers. Ellington just shoves Ainsley over, and while Ainsley stares at her in disbelief, she tells them that “If you didn’t want to get pushed over, you shouldn’t have stood in my WAY!”

-They stop talking.

-Then Armstrong goes missing. At the same time Hangfire rears his villainous head. Ellington is blind to the connection from the start.

-You’d think now would really be the time she’d need a friend, but she’s starting to think her father was right about friendships, as she’s already lost one person she loved. For one thing, can she endanger someone else like that? For another, how does it speak to Armstrong’s memory if she runs right to the person he didn’t approve of?

-Ellington basically disappears from social life.

-Ainsley just wants to know what happened.

-Eventually, Ainsley’s family leaves Stain’d-by-the-Sea because the ink economy is in the toilet. It’s unclear whether this is before or after Ellington found Lemony and saw her opportunity.

-But once Ellington got wrapped up in that plot, she stopped caring (made herself stop caring?) about Ainsley.

-Fast forward several years later and Ainsley still hasn’t found coffee that tastes as good as Black Cat.

#asoue #all the wrong questions #asoue netflix #ellington feint #henchperson of indeterminate gender #ainsley #like i said never gonna write this sooooooooo have the plot on a platter

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inkblot-inc · 1 year

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What We've Lost

Summary: The prequel to To Be Back In Step; Set a bit post-Endgame. Essentially the pot before it boils over, the pot boiling over, and then having to put more water in the pot to restart making the ramen, and then watching that water come to a boil like a hawk.

Pairing: Christine Palmer x Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Reader (Platonic)

Warning(s): Dark Themes; This is an angsty boi, but hey read TBBIS and you get a happy(?)..-let’s use a neutral word- decent ending for the Reader, The buildup to dark!reader, 616- Chrissy being a bit of a dumbass, Stephen is still a self-ingratiating dick (as per usual in this universe), R and Wanda being two sad bitches with overwhelming powers and trauma and grief….so besties. Also Language (because, again, this is me we’re talking about here-)

Notes: The patience you and I needed to have to get this here- when I tell you this shit has been in the works and sitting in my doc before it was even requested, before TBBIS was even finished, I mean that shit. (Mainly because I had so much more that I wanted to write here, TBBIS just wound up done quicker. To be fair to myself, this shit is just about QUADRUPLE the length of TBBIS-) But I also mean it when I say life has been kicking my ass like this is Mario Strikers T-T. but hey hey it’s here! so I hope y’all enjoy :3

Word Count: bud, you're looking at a little more than 8.3k

*squints* I give NO ONE permission to repost or translate my work. Make your own shit

“When I went under, the world was at war. I wake up, they say we won. They didn’t say what we lost.”- Steve Rogers, Captain America

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You were so tired.

Too many people had to die for this “plan” to work. You watched as Tony Stark snapped his fingers to undo this entire mess while stewing on the fact that this shitshow could’ve and should’ve been avoided.

As much as you wanted to just be done with everything after the battle, you had to tend to your duties as Sorcerer Supreme.

You spent your first few weeks back making sure everything was functioning properly. It was probably the most important of the duties The Ancient One prepared you for. The people that were brought back from The Snap in less-than-ideal conditions were moved to safety, those that had loved ones were taken to them as well.

There was an incident in New Jersey that you were meant to look into and fix, but it was suddenly marked out of your jurisdiction as those below your station marked it as “Dealt With”. Trusting this, you had to use your astral form for the last bit of your maintenance. The conditions of the mystical and spiritual worlds needed to be accounted for and settled as they’d gone awry in your absence.

You’d think they have someone able to handle this while you were gone.

As soon as you were sure the time to be selfless was over, you headed out. Despite your fatigue from restoring balance and the heavy decline of adrenaline, you managed to have your sling ring finally take you to the one place you wanted to be. Looking up at your shared penthouse, your only concern was making sure Christine was okay and making sure this dusting mess didn’t take too much out of her, whether she was or wasn’t dusted herself didn’t matter to you.

The lock was stubborn as your key didn’t slide in anymore. Using some quick magic, you simply undid the lock yourself before making your way inside.

You almost thought you had the wrong house.

The walls were repainted, taking you back to the few swatches you remember Christine showing you. They complimented the ebony wood perfectly, just like she said they would.

It was everything else that made you raise an eyebrow.

The sleek metal accents clashed heavily with the questionable minimalist paintings, neither of which you remember being mentioned between the two of you, the big L-shaped couch sitting in the living room instead of the cozy pair of couches you’d gotten shortly after getting this place. These pieces were gaudier than you’d like, and they weren’t really Christine’s style either. One look at the pictures over the mantle of the newly finished fireplace told you why:

Strange.

Pictures of Christine and Stephen together, new pictures you’d never seen, sat in frames. Your eyes rested on the “centerpiece”.

Their wedding photo.

You immediately felt your heart drop, seemingly drilling a hole for the rapidly growing pit in your stomach. You sunk to your knees, eyes fixed on the five by seven.

An icy numb feeling took hold of your body. Coddled by despair and reassured by slowly building anguish.

Then you heard it. The soft click of the door shutting somewhere to your left. Your eyes clenched shut at the sound of those familiar light steps. She was still in her work clothes. She changed shifts.

You didn’t even flinch as you heard what must have been groceries abruptly fall to the ground. It wasn’t until you heard her voice, brimming with a series of emotions that your shoulders jumped involuntarily.

“Y/n?”

You slowly turned your head to look over your shoulder to see her looking right at you. Christine was still in her scrubs, light auburn hair tied back in her usual fashion. As you’d guessed, she’d just gotten off of work.

Taken out of her stupor, Christine rushed forward, joining you on the floor and wrapping her arms around your shoulders. you could only manage to loosely grasp her biceps as your eyes began to water.

Nothing truly registered as Chirstine continued to check you over, proclamations of relief and confusion tumbling out of her mouth as your gaze stayed on the resident of her fourth finger.

That’s not your ring.

Christine stopped fussing over your haggard appearance when you had yet to say a word to her. Bringing her hands to cup your face, your eyes were glassy as you appeared to look through her, hyper focused on the bit of cool metal that met your skin.

“Y/n, baby, talk to me.” Her honeyed words came out thoughtlessly before Christine took a pause, unsure if it was for your benefit or her own.

For you, the phrase brought anything but comfort, because it was tainted. It was scalding ice as your head all but tore from her grip.

“Let go- Let go of me!”

You skittered backward, your palms slipping slightly on the hardwood as you try to keep balance. You go to collect your thoughts when all that keeps running through your head is that this shouldn’t have happened.

This shouldn’t have happened to you.

Whenever something seems to be going right for you it always comes back to-

You both heard a familiar hiss and crackle as orange sparks form into a portal, one Stephen Strange stepping into the room. His steps stop short at seeing your figure in his home.

But you supposed that’s expected.

There’s a lull in the tense atmosphere as Stephen levels his gaze with yours. “Y/n, your presence is presently required at Kamar-Taj. If you’d come with me, please.”

Your eyes squint on reflex at the out-of-place request, taking you out of the vacuum you felt sucked into. While you certainly could understand why they would need to see you, you’d been gone for an especially long time no doubt, you didn’t want to go anywhere with Stephen Strange right now.

One look at the expression on your face was enough to let the sorcerer know you wouldn’t exactly be compliant. “Please, Y/n. It’s urgent.”

Rising to your feet, your jaw clenched as you got ready to deny him with eyes focused back onto Christine. You wanted to talk, to figure out what had happened on her end, and if she was okay, your own pain set aside.

While you were still gathering your bearings, it seemed that Stephen’s courtesy and patience only ran so far as you were brought into another portal he’d quickly created, bringing you to Kamar Taj himself.

Regaining your balance was easy, but the disdain you felt for your situation came tenfold as you were thrust back into a situation you had not wanted to deal with at the moment, nor did it matter nearly as much to you right now.

You weren’t slow. The love of your life had apparently moved on and married Stephen. While that reality broke you, Christine was still your friend. You were both adults, and you wanted to speak to her. Initial hurt and even anger aside, if she was happy now then… That’s all there was, wasn’t it? You don’t know that you could even deny her that, you’d just wish she would have been happy with you.

Like she could have been.

As you watched Stephen walk up the steps to the temple you merely watched him before speaking up, “Take me back.”

Stopping short, Stephen turned around to address you, “Again, the matter is urgent. It has to do with your title of Sorcerer Supreme.”

At this, you merely let out a sigh before begrudgingly moving forward to follow. “Let’s get this over with then.”

making your way into the main corridor, you observed that the other masters of the Mystic Arts were in attendance, seated and waiting. They all stood up to bow as you and Stephen came into view. You bowed toward everyone out of respect before moving to make your way further into the hall, only to be stopped by Wong.

“Well, are you going to let me through?”

Wong kept his hand firm on your shoulder keeping you in place, “You must remain in the center for the proceedings to commence.”

You furrowed your brows, “Why? I’m not being tried for a crime or misconduct, it’s a matter of discussing upkeep while I was away, correct?”

Wong merely remained silent before moving past you to take a seat of his own. “Stay here.” You school your face as everyone goes past you, feeling another brush pass your shoulder.

Once you made your way to the center as requested and everyone else was situated, Stephen spoke up. “We may now begin if everyone is ready.”

You actually raised your hand, though it was unnecessary seeing as though you were at the front of everyone’s vision. “Actually, I would like to know what this gathering is about specifically, seeing as though this is the first I’m hearing of it. Great confusion, as you can imagine.” Even now you couldn’t completely get rid of your snark brought on by annoyance of being left in the dark.

It was Sara who spoke up, “You have been assumed dead, lost to us, for five years, Dr. L/n, and while you have been away many things have had to change.” Her tone was light and even sympathetic. easing into this information seemed the best way in her mind.

One of the masters a few seats down spoke next, “Yes, and one of those things was finding someone to be suited with the title of Sorcerer Supreme in your sudden absence.” They were less subtle going forward and you weren’t sure if you appreciated that or not. Their hands remained folded in front of them as they continued. “Stephen Strange was appointed Sorcerer Supreme in your place. We are here today to give our verdict on who will maintain that title going forward.”

At this revelation, you closed your eyes, taking a second to let the words sink in. Again, logical choices that you could bring no fault to, but as you ran your thumb over the face of your pocket watch in your pants, something began to stink.

While you had been gone for the last half a decade, and you truthfully couldn’t have known what transpired between then and now, you knew one thing: none of this was supposed to happen…but you couldn’t specifically remember why. There was a sudden haziness to your memories that unsettled you.

You simply stood quiet as you listened to them deliberate. Though you had been gone and more than likely behind on mystical affairs, it wasn’t really your fault or intention that you’d been essentially dead for five years.

Some wanted to keep you on, being chosen by the late ancient one herself and wanting to honor that. You’d done especially well as Sorcerer Supreme. Others viewed this to be a moot point as the cycle of Sorcerer Supreme continues with or without you there, and it’d be tedious to catch you up to speed when they already had someone appointed that didn’t need such things. Your eyes were brought back to Stephen, who carefully kept his gaze from meeting yours.

“While we’ve honored and appreciated L/n’s work as the Sorcerer Supreme, the world has changed much while they were…away. The physical and the spiritual plaine have been set off kilter by The Snap five years ago. We need the Sorcerer Supreme to help guide that hand, and preferably one who has seen the damage firsthand.”

“While I agree, Y/n L/n was appointed Sorcerer Supreme by the Ancient One herself who taught them to lead this role, and it was of understanding that the current Sorcerer Supreme was to choose the next. While Dr. Strange’s work is also appreciated a great value, there are also those that see it as no longer necessary now that the rightfully appointed is back. Informing L/n of the current state of affairs is but a small price to pay in their unexpected disappearance.”

“Need we all be reminded how this “disappearance” occurred in the first place? I think we all are aware that it was also Y/n L/n’s duty as Sorcerer Supreme to protect the time stone, and somehow the Mad Titan, Thanos, acquired it without issue. Their incompetence led to not only their disappearance, but half of the population! It was Stephen Strange who tried to fit everything back together with some success before everyone was brought back. I believe the choice is obvious,”

“Well, Dr. Y/n L/n, how do you plead in this course of events?”

How do you plead?

This wasn’t a discussion or even a fair trial. This was more like an arraignment.

Why were things playing out this way, as if the very snap was your fault? You recall going to Titan and having the plan go smoothly, you could see Tony Stark and his spider-powered charge making headway getting the gauntlet off of Thanos’ hand. You even remember getting ready to subdue Peter Quill to stop the stupid decision you knew he was gearing up to make.

Everything was working until it wasn’t.

You’d somehow lost focus as you’d felt the shift that came with not having the time stone on your person. You lost the time stone. How did you lose the time stone?

Your eyes flitted to Stephen as you tried to get your mind to cooperate with your mouth as it felt almost like trying to wade through a pool of molasses. Something fucking stinks.

“While I cannot excuse the loss of the time stone, I can only assure you that my integrity as the Sorcerer Supreme, as merely a user of the Mystic Arts rather, that it will never happen again naturally. The circumstances were grave and cannot all be placed on one individual, but they occurred in part because of me, and I accept the consequences that come with oversight that happened on my part. I would-”

Someone's trying to speak through you.

You stopped to take a deep breath to refocus and gain control. “.... I would also like to bring to mind that the rest of my actions during my time as Sorcerer Supreme go unnamed and uncredited while they are overshadowed by this singular lapse in judgment. Even before knowing the state of things at present, ensuring the safety and stability of our world was the first thing I took to after the battle with Thanos was over. Several issues that were left to fester, in my absence I assume, were handled efficiently. I assure you my absence has not hindered my ability on that front. I simply wish to continue my role as the Sorcerer Supreme in whatever form that takes and bring things to rights now that I’m present. That is all I can ask of any of you.”

While you were able to cut whatever ventriloquist act was going on short, you couldn’t double back now. But you did offer some sort of truth by the end. You see Stephen’s eye twitch out of the corner of your eye. Him with a few other masters were unsettled with the latter half of your statement while others seemed to genuinely think this over. With your statement given, you merely had to wait while the rest of the Mystic Arts users decided. Your head was only somewhat clearer than it had been by the time you got there, and the more it cleared up, the angrier you got.

But even that felt subdued while you were in the temple.

‘What the actual fuck is going on?’

As that question occurred to you, the door to the main corridor was opened by none other than Stephen Strange, and you were almost certain that he was a key player in your plight.

Stephen simply stepped to the side as he held the door open for you to pass through, “We’ve reached a verdict.”

You heaved one more sigh as you made your way back to the main room. By now the outcome was already a foregone conclusion, and maybe that’s why you couldn’t be bothered to fight harder. Everything seemed to cast you in dim lighting, and what were you to do about it?

Why couldn’t you fight harder?

You just walked to the center of the room awaiting the words you knew were coming.

“Everyone that is present, as Masters of the Mystic Arts, have come to the decision that Stephen Strange will fulfill the role of Sorcerer Supreme. Y/n L/n, you, still recognized as a fellow Master of the Mystic Arts and gifted sorcerer, are implored to teach the next of us here at Kamar Taj to be of use-” The rest of whatever shpiel was white noise as you took in their words.

Be of use…

Is that all they cared about?

Surely you weren’t the only one that knew something didn’t sit right. While you’d been made to wait for hours as the council went back and forth their view on the entire matter made it all feel like padded time. Was no one considering the fact that this entire "trial" felt so fucking empty? Why couldn’t you put it into words.

You know things weren’t supposed to be this way.

The green glow by your hip drew your attention to the now empty Eye of Agamotto on your belt. Its glow subtlety made its way up to your temples and passed through your ears with a new sense of clarity. Vague confusion became clear anger as you realized your words were purposefully getting caught in your throat, having to listen to an incomplete verdict. Not being allowed to speak at your own sentencing, for lack of a better term, was probably just what they wanted anyhow.

You stood stock still with a mask of neutrality as you waited for this meeting to be over. They need nothing else from you; You don’t have the time stone anymore, and the third Eye of Agamotto chose you. Its scope of power was outside any of their purview anyways, today only served to prove that.

As the meeting wrapped soon after, everyone began to filter out of the main room to leave, you being one of the last.

You felt a small pat on your shoulder.

“Hang in there, Y/n.”

Looking at the back of Stephen’s head as he made his way out, you didn’t hesitate to kick him in the back. There was only one thing left on your mind as that anger you felt bubbling up came back with a vengeance. “This was all you!”

Stephen, now on the ground, turned onto his side to look up at you, his gaze was almost a smug indifference that made you want to tear it right off of his face. “Look, Y/n, if this is about Christine, it was her choice. That had nothing to do-”

“Don’t try and feed me that bullshit, Strange! You preyed on her vulnerability at my ‘supposed’ death, you piece of shit!” You slammed another bout of kicks into his exposed side as the situation became all too clear. “You gave Thanos the fucking time stone! You got rid of half the goddamn planet, you got rid of me, so you could finally get what you so badly wanted, Stephen! You couldn’t leave well enough alone! You couldn’t stand that someone was naturally beating you at life that you had to go and royally fuck it over so that you, Dr. Stephen Strange, can come out on top!”

“I’m sorry that you feel that way Y/n, even if you have sich a distorted memory of those events. But what’s done is done. We can’t change the past, but we can continue to move forward in the present. I hope that you are able to do that with time, L/n.” The manufactured sympathy wasn’t lost on you. The calm and placating voice he used to mock you seemed to echo as he finally left the main room with an air of superiority.

Watching the doors come together leaving you by yourself, you let out a scream of frustration as your head rested in your hands. You took a look around the hall. You felt your emotions wash over you as the events from the past few days crashed on top of you and knocked you down. The anguish, the confusion, the anger, the sadness. All of it amounts to this foreign, grating feeling of helplessness.

Your eyes stayed to the floor as you mulled over what you would do next, and one thing became clear: You wouldn’t stay here.

You flexed your fingers at your sides as you began to think quick on your feet, they wouldn’t leave you alone for long if they were smart.

Making a small formation with your hands, two portals appeared in a ray of green sparks, one significantly smaller than the other. Taking off your sling ring, you tossed it into the smaller portal leading to a pocket dimension. Facing the bigger portal, you didn’t hesitate to walk through.

You were thrust into the new environs of Romania, close to the Carpathian Mountains.

Looking up, you saw the sun just starting its descent as you looked for any people around. Finding none, you released a quick sigh of relief. Heading toward the mountains to prepare for nightfall, you felt an odd spike of energy.

Magic specifically.

It wasn’t a signature that you recognized all too well, so you weighed your chances. Worst case scenario, they’ll be associated with any of the people you left in Kamar Taj which seems unlikely. They could attack you too, but you could handle them quick enough if you had to. Best case: You get some supplies from a random magic user and go about your way. With your mind made up, you made your way closer to the source of the magic signature.

-----

By the time the sky had gone from peachy orange to plum purple, you’d reached an isolated cabin. Your footfalls quiet, you made sure to conceal your own signature as you made it to the door. Knocking lightly on it a good few times, you stood waiting for someone to answer. No reason not to put your best foot forward.

Eventually, you heard movement from inside before the door slowly opened up revealing someone you didn’t think you’d be seeing anytime soon. “Ms. Maximoff?”

Her own eyebrows furrowed as she took in who was standing in front of her. “Y/n? Y/n L/n?”

Slowly nodding, you looked behind you needlessly to see if there was anyone else behind you before focusing back on her. “Yes, can I come in?”

Wanda also looked out her door to see if there was anyone with you before stepping aside to let you in. “Please.”

Looking around as you walked through, you breathed some warmth into your hands coming from outside. Wanda directed you to a couch as she only stared after you for a second, still confused and even cautious. You hadn’t seen each other since the battle with Thanos as you found yourselves fighting alongside each other.

Wanda idly stoked the fire in the hearth with the poker while her eyes were far away, her mind running quickly in a moment of anxiety. Were you here to issue your own punishment to her for what she did in Westview? Would she be going to a high security prison again? She would have to after all that she’s done. No one would be satisfied with less.

Wanda thought she’d gone far enough away to be left alone and for her to rid the public of her presence, lest they think ill of her owning a house on a row-home corner. When Wanda made her cabin here, she figured it was perfect. She was as close as she could be to home with Sokovia having been blown to bits years ago.

You watched as Wanda Eventually settled in her own seat on the couch, leveling you with her own gaze. “You’ll have to forgive me for the sudden appearance, Ms. Maximoff. I didn’t even know that I’d wind up here really,”

Wanda merely gave a bit of a forced laugh through her nose as she used a waiting tea kettle to refill her cup while red wisps brought another cup out presumably from her kitchen area. “Only if you forgive the lack of hospitality I’ve been able to prepare.”

You let the corner of your lips pull upward as you took the now filled cup of tea, cradling it for more heat to run through your cold hands. “Done.”

-----

There was a common ground between the two of you: You had no one else. You found out that Wanda was behind the incident in Westview, New Jersey as well as why the incident occurred in the first place. Apparently “dealt with” meant they just lost her when she went MIA from the scene. Wanda Maximoff had your sympathies beforehand, but it feels like the world is especially cruel to a select few.

After you explained what had happened in your life recently, Wanda felt a similar bout of sympathy, and she allowed you to stay at her cabin. Her hesitation at you being there all but went away the more the two of you began to talk.

As the weeks turned into months, you and Wanda had come to make your own piece of peace with each other in this cabin and an easy friendship was born between the two of you. Willfully living life without using your powers substantially was a much-needed respite for the both of you. It almost helped remind the both of you that you were human first.

You'd taken to putting together a farm and orchard. It was tiring work and successfully growing them was even more so, but it felt just as rewarding. You eventually used your own sorcery to keep livestock in their designated area to graze in while also helping tutor Wanda disguise and eventually remove her own magic signature so that neither she nor the cabin would be found by others.

You were content...for the most part.

The longer you stayed in the cabin, the more your mind filled with thoughts and memories of Christine.

This newfound experience of domestic bliss you had with Wanda was welcome but mocking at the same time. Taunting you of all the things you could have done with Christine; the simpler things that were few and far between.

~~~

Giving the pot a final stir, you cut off the heat of the stove before feeling two arms wrap loosely around your waist. You give a brief laugh through your nose before looking over your shoulder to catch the eye of the auburn-haired woman. “Yes, can I help you, Chrissy?”

Christine gave you a brief squeeze, “That depends: Are you still holding the kitchen on lockdown?”

You gave her an exaggerated noise of agitation, “I’m simply trying to make us a perfect dinner. If you want half ass we can still order out-”

Christine placed a few quick kisses on your cheek, “Now I never said that. Spaghetti’s never smelt so good, Y/n/n.”

You let out a small thank you with a grumble as Christine moved away to grab plates and utensils for the both of you.

It was the end of your first week in the new house after unpacking. The both of you were still getting used to the new layout and where everything was when you decided to make dinner for the two of you.

Christine made sure to show you her appreciation later that night...

~~~

It was seven months after you’d started staying With Wanda that you’d discussed actually going into the local market to get other supplies and groceries for the cabin. For you, it was all a part of doing things without jumping to using your powers like you had been. Initially, anyway.

There was a darkness that you couldn’t seem to slip out of while you were here, being reminded of you and Christine together and happy, only to remember that she was married and happy to Stephen Strange on the opposite end of the planet.

You just wanted to have a reason to step out and clear your head now and again. You chocked it up to going stir crazy.

Wanda was immediately against this to begin with, not wanting to risk a single appearance in the public.

You set down the drying cloth on the counter as you put the last clean dish away, having just ate dinner together. “I just think it’s something we can consider at this point. Get into a new sense of normalcy, you know?” You kept your eyes trained on the empty sink as you heard Wanda's movements become stunted.

Wanda’s relaxed mood was almost immediately choked out by your proposition, “No. Absolutely not.”

You could feel her want to leave both the room and the conversation, but you pushed it forward still. “Wanda, hear me out please,” You knew she would react this way, practically expected it, and kept a steady stance.

Wanda stared across the kitchen island at you with her head tilted, her palms resting flat on the surface of the island. “We’re not doing this, Y/n and We’ve talked about this before. I’m not giving anyone any kind of fuel to have the public hate me any more than they already do. End of discussion.”

You kept your voice level as you too leaned on the granite top. “You don’t even have to come with me, Wands. At the very least I want to do this for myself.”

“No, you’re not going either! You have people actively looking for you too, Y/n!”

“They won’t find me out here, you know what I’m capable of Wanda. I’m just asking you to trust me.”

“I do trust you-- I just-” She releases an unexpectedly shaky breath as she leans back on the cool metal of the fridge behind her. Her eyes shut as her arms cross tightly over her chest as if she’s hugging herself.

You come around to stand directly in front of the redhead with your hands resting on her shoulders. You watch as she takes a couple of breaths before tilting her head downward, looking at the ground.

“You are my best friend Y/n, my only friend that's still around. I trust you more than I have most people in my life. It’s everyone else that I don’t trust-- that I…I can’t trust. Not right now. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you.”

You bring Wanda into an embrace as your thumb runs up and down on her back in a calming gesture.

And you didn’t bring it up again.

You understand Wanda’s worry- Wanda’s fear, and it wasn’t necessarily unfounded. Wanda has quite literally lost everything trying to trust in others, and for her, the safest hands her loved ones can be are her own. That’s not something you can just will away. Wanda would have to come around to the idea on her own, and that was something you were willing to forget about.

—----------

A few more months went by, and the leaves began to fall again. You were behind the cabin making your rounds in the pasture. Currently wheeling out the chicken feed, you slowed your pace when you saw Wanda make her way out of the cabin.

You could tell Wanda was a bit uneasy as she made her way up to you. “Everything alright, Wanda?” Her movements were a bit jerky, hesitant as she nodded briefly.

Wanda didn’t know how to go about the conversation she wanted to start, “...We have an excess from the harvest again, don’t we?” It wasn’t a surprise or even a real question; there was always excess.

You carefully set the wheelbarrow off to the side, “Yeah. I still have to place all the extra in another pocket dimension like usual. I’ll probably do that after I finish up here,”

“You aren’t worried it’s going to waste, wherever you put them?”

“Mm, sometimes. I try and remember to cast preservation protectants on everything before it goes in. No big deal.”

Wanda knew how you felt about things as they were now. You trusted her enough to not have your mental barrier fortified all the time.

Wanda knew this sort of monotonous routine was eating away at you.

You thought about Christine Palmer more than you cared to admit out loud. What you'd had together was something you didn’t think you’d ever find again, and it was almost cruel how you were trapped with those memories.

A sort of malice began to build up inside, and it upset Wanda to see you that way. Even if you hardly showed it.

This cabin was supposed to be a peaceful place where you both found solace, and yet, that was getting corrupted for you more and more.

Wanda looked in the direction of the small barn, “Maybe you could see if the locals would take them. At the markets, I mean.” Maybe more room to stretch your legs or even new scenery would help you.

Your eyes widened at Wanda’s idea, “Are you sure, Wands? That’s not necessary, really-”

Turning to rest a hand on your forearm, Wanda stopped you from rambling on. “I’m sure, Y/n. A new sense of normalcy, remember? That’s all this is.”

It took a bit more reassurance from Wanda before you conceded and grabbed a heavier coat while she got a few crates together for you to take along with you to the open market.

Wanda double checked everything for you before sending you on your way, telling you to at least be home by five.

Watching you head off into the sea of trees, Wanda cradles her cup of tea closer to herself, resisting the urge to call you back as soon as she couldn't see you anymore.

Wanda had no desire to visit other people, but that didn’t mean she’d deprive you of the opportunity. She was also worried for your mental state that seemed to get worse under the surface. You’d been nothing but understanding of her, offering to help her through her own plights. Wanda could definitely do the same for you on this front, especially when all you seemed to want was space from familiar surroundings. Even if that small want was enough to scare her.

And even further; the thought that her fear wasn’t misplaced.

—-------------------

You move around people with practiced ease as you make your way through the smaller marketplace, it being more full than usual due to the upcoming holidays. Even with all the customers around, you made your way to the back of a specific stall.

You tried not to spend too much time here any other week, but you were cutting it a bit close today with all the pedestrian traffic.

Reaching your destination, you went around the back of Octav’s shop. This was the most reliable vendor you found in the marketplace to drop off your goods. Octav was a plump old man who never asked too many questions and ran his shop like a well-oiled machine.

You set the two full crates down, “Octav, you and the wife doin’ alright?” You made small talk as you passed the man your crates over the counter.

“We’re good. Our daughter and her family are coming down in a few weeks for holidays.” He would unload your goods and then refill them with his own wares for you to take back to the cabin.

“Well, I know there are a few chickens in there, a lot of produce too. You should really show out to the family; Have a big dinner and all that.”

Octav passed the crates back to you with a small smile and a nod. “My Vena will like that, she likes cooking.” He was never much of a talker.

You give a quick nod back, “Well I’m off, have a good one Octav. Be seeing you,”

“Wait”

You turn your head to look back at the older man, a brow raised in confusion. He gestures for you to come closer with a small hand movement. quickly checking around you, you get closer to his market stall.

Octav places a hand on your shoulder, “There was a man looking for you the other day,” he spoke in a lower voice, his English was highly accented and slightly choppy.

Your eyes narrowed at the counter as you took in what the vendor said. In a way you should’ve expected this. You didn’t notice yourself getting sloppy, but who’s to say Strange didn’t have people checking every crevice they could find.

“What’d they look like?”

“He wore an odd getup with a big red cape. gray hair on the sides with a goatee, pretty tall. Very American.” Stange. Of fucking course.

“He was alone, asked everyone if we’d seen someone who looked enough like you that I just let him pass on through. He made a big stink of things too.”

You let out a sigh as you rubbed the space between your eyebrows trying to relieve the headache that was bound to start. Looking back up at Octav, you set the two crates on the ground. You kept your hand out of view as you made a quick portal to your pocket dimension, the crates easily dropping into it.

You adjusted the cap on your head to sit a bit lower, throwing the hood of your jacket up as well. The last thing you need to do is panic or draw attention to yourself. Blend in and get to safety first.

Octav merely watched you with a glint of concern in his eyes, “Are you in trouble with that man, Y/n?”

You stopped rooting through your pocket for a second, “Something like that- hey look. Thanks for letting me know. I’ll be alright but listen, you get home safe Octavy, it’s just starting to get dark out here. Give Vena and the family a hug for me will ya? I gotta get goin’.” You made sure to thicken your Romanian pronunciation as you finally got your pocket watch out to check the time. 5:27. You’re already late getting back.

Turning to head out of the market, the last thing you catch the old man murmur was a quick “be safe” before you made your way to the edge of the market square.

You had to think this through. If Strange was roaming around this area looking for you, it would only be a matter of time before he found Wanda and the cabin, magic signature or not. He could be thorough like that. Stephen Strange was stupid, but he wasn’t dumb. If Strange found Wanda he more than likely would take her in to punish her further for the Westview incident, and you simply weren’t willing to let that happen to your friend.

Stephen Strange was here to get you, and he would get only you.

There wasn’t a way to avoid being found without raising further suspicion in the area with a zero-energy signature area of land that simply wasn’t there before. There was no way out of this.

You could almost feel the presence following you before you stopped in a clearing. “Don’t waste my time, Strange. Your cloaking has always been shit.” You looked over your shoulder as you watched Stephen appear a ways away. His eyes narrowed on yours with a clenched jaw. “What a year will do to you, those frown lines are much deeper than they were before.”

You were making your way to the smaller wooded area, not too far from the market entrance, where you cloaked a Waystone to get back to the cabin to alert Wanda when you stopped short of uncovering it...

You dug around in your pocket and grasped a small roll of paper you kept in your coat in case of emergency. Rolling it between your thumb and middle fingers, you inconspicuously flicked the paper at the travel-point instead before you changed course walking away from the Waystone and further into the woods. He’s already here. Wanda needs to get clear and quickly.

His glare was unwavering, “All the stress from work if I had to guess.”

You let out an empty hum as you faced forward again. You heard him take a few steps toward you. “I’m not going back, Strange. I feel like you know that.” You could feel your powers surging from within, ready to defend yourself.

Stephen let out an exasperated breath as his own powers were licking at his palms. “Can we skip the dialogue and quit the running Y/n? Seems it’s all you ever do these days.”

A smile crept over your face, but there was no warmth behind it as you turned to face the ‘Sorcerer Supreme’. “Well, here I am. Not running.”

There was a stillness in the air as you both anticipated the other striking. When you saw Strange blink was when you struck him with your own magic. There was no wind up required as your Eye of Agamotto, still fastened to your hip, crackled to life. Green lightning hit him hard and fast, knocking the sorcerer backward. You hit him with three more in quick succession as you carefully angled yourself further and further away from the cabin.

It had to only be you.

Strange began to retaliate with his own strikes to try and gain the upper hand. It wasn’t fully effective, the attacks only pushing you back bit by bit…Like he was holding back….

This almost felt like a-

You were blindsided as another portal appeared by your head as an unexpected Wong came flying out and leveled you with a full force kick to the temple, knocking you out instantly.

As you slumped on the ground, Stephen came to stand above you, his face twisted in a grimace before he looked at Wong. “That could have killed them, you know?” He was uneasy, but there wasn’t any real heat behind his words.

Wong also looked down at your limp form, “It was the quickest way. They would have gotten away otherwise.” He quickly used his sling ring to make a portal to Kamar Taj, Strange following after him.

Stephen turned to face your body and used his own sorcery to lift and bring you through the portal before it closed.

With nothing but a note, Wanda was left safe and sound...and alone once again.

~~~

You and Christine laid together in bed, you on your stomach and Christine on her back. Her nails running up and down your back mindlessly as you both just talked softly and enjoyed each other’s company.

“These moments with you are the ones that I love the most.”

grabbing her free hand, you intertwined your fingers together before kissing them. “Me too,”

You felt the pace of Christine’s nails slow down, “It’s a shame we won’t be able to have any more of them.”

Your brows furrowed before turning to face Christine as she still has that same small smile on her face. “What’re you talking about?”

Christine’s face only showed confusion at your response, “I’m with Stephen now. We won’t have any of this anymore. It would be me and him”

“You and Stephen?”

“Yeah, he and I are married now. Don’t you remember?”

Abruptly the scene began to change as the walls around you became darker, the bed became bigger. You didn’t recognize any of the pictures hanging on the walls anymore.

You could feel your world beginning to fall in on itself as your heart rate hit an uptick. “Wait, it wasn’t supposed to be like this! We were- I was!-” there were so many things that you wanted to say- needed to say.

Christine had a sympathetic smile on her face now, everything just felt cold. “I know, Y/n/n, but-”

The doorknob to your shared bedroom began to turn, and through the open door came the last person you ever wanted to see.

“Oh, back already, honey?” Something twisted in your chest when you saw Christine’s face light up when her eyes rested on Stephen Strange.

His answering smile was coy, and one you wanted to erase from his face forever. “I just went to light the fireplace; it wasn’t that long.”

All you felt was cold. Why was it so fucking cold?

~~~

Suddenly it was as if you were having an out of body experience, moving further and further away from Christine. A bystander in your own nightmare, you couldn’t look away nor would your eyes shut as Christine brought Stephen in for a deep kiss while maintaining eye contact with you. You were made to watch as Stephen Strange ruined Christine in every way for you. You could almost feel the warmth she had for you dissipating as she grew further and further away from you until she was gone.

Ah... That's why you felt so cold.

You woke up in a cell of sorts. Looking around, you recognized the artifacts around the larger room: You were under the main temple of Kamar Taj.

The cell was reinforced with magic that you couldn’t break through, not for lack of trying. Your Eye of Agamotto was still on your person, not that anyone else could remove it anyhow. The cell would almost fight back as it threw your own magic at you. Soon enough, you heard the familiar hiss of a portal appearing as you watched Stephen Strange step through.

Your face immediately set into a scowl as you watched him come closer. “What do you even want with me now, Strange? You’re already the Sorcerer Supreme.”

Stephen’s face was kept neutral as he stood in front of your cell. “The knowledge of the Sorcerer Supreme is unique in that there are things only they know. They pass this knowledge onto the next Sorcerer Supreme before they die and so on. You’ve caused a bit of a hiccup in this cycle,”

Your eyes rolled to the ceiling, “I would say sorry for living, but I fear that it wouldn’t be giving a genuine apology.”

Stephen continued like you hadn’t spoken. “We’ve all come to the conclusion that since you hold sacred knowledge that you can’t just be left to your own devices, as recent developments would have you placed as a risk to the natural and mystic world. All of us at Kamar Taj have discussed how to proceed with your presence here going forward. One option was to simply fix the cycle and have you die-”

“Sounds lovely, honestly,”

“-The other was to have you live out your days here at Kamar Taj and put your knowledge as former Sorcerer Supreme to good use and teach and assist the other students here in the mystic arts as, regrettably, you know things that even I do not. You have proven too volatile to be left to yourself, so you will stay here. This is the best-case scenario that I could persuade the other masters to compromise on.”

“Mmm…Dying still sounds pretty compelling,”

You could tell Stephen was fed up with you, “Would you just listen?! This isn’t a joke Y/n-”

You abruptly stood up, marching straight up to the barrier separating you and Strange. “No, it IS! It honestly is! You cannot be serious right now. This offer I’m meant to leap at because I get to live! I get to live on fucking house arrest in a place I hardly recognize! I get to clean up more messes of ingrates and tutor you on how to do your job in a position that you shouldn’t even hold! Do not come and propose this ‘ideal compromise’ to me as if you did not orchestrate the fucking disintegration of my entire life! Every single piece of goddamn happiness was ripped away from me! By YOU!”

You throw your hands in the air, green sparks fly all around your cell as you unceremoniously fall back onto the ground. Stephen says nothing as he looks at you with a stare that almost reads as regret before it’s gone.

You stare blankly at the ceiling, “Go to hell and stay there, Stephen Strange.”

Without another word, Stephen leaves the room.

If you were lucky, they would just put you out of your misery and be done with it.

But of course you weren’t.

You were kept alive and in your cell like a trapped animal.

You almost felt like the magic mirror or the genie in a bottle. Others came down to see you in latch ditch efforts to fix problems beyond their ability, Stephen more often than not was the one to see you.

You didn’t teach anyone, and maybe that was for the better. You’d been relegated to the scary monster in the basement that others were warned to stay away from. Any sane or rational person would ask why, it wasn’t like you were a criminal. All it did was isolate you further.

And with that isolation came anger.

Came resentment.

You committed no crime and here you were. Made to be a prisoner of life when life had nothing left to offer you. It was like some sick joke. Too dangerous to live but still too valuable to be killed outright.

The Sorcerer Supreme was recently called away with a disturbance in New York, so you hadn’t seen him much. Maybe that was to his own benefit.

In your time alone you were almost haunted by the happy memories that you had, and your mind kept coming back to Christine. How content both of you were with each other until Stephen Strange ruined it all. The reality of things was thrown in your face every time you looked at where you were; every time you looked at the simple band on Strange’s ring finger.

Resignation soon turned into malice. And it continued to grow the longer you were in the presence of Doctor Stephen Strange. Memories gone by became dreams of watching the light leave Strange’s body, falling limp and lifeless. These dreams were what fed you.

There was a familiar magic signature that pulled you out of your stupor as you sat up. What’s going on now?

You ran your thumb over the cracked face of your pocket watch as you heard rapid footsteps above you. Thinking about Christine was pain, but a sort of numbness set in. You couldn’t blame her for how things turned out between the two of you, but you could definitely blame him.

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There's Always Today

Summary: Set post Westview; Can we get some sort of closure somewhere PLEASE I’m begging- oh hey there it is :3

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warning(s): The mood is pretty somber for most of it but we’ve got a happy ending, so think hurt/comfort vibes; Wanda tears (I feel like that should be one), R sometimes needs to think before they speak but hey, they only mean well- (they just fumble the tactfulness bag a bit), break up/end of relationship but like amicable? (Bud it's a complex situation to think through), Also Vision being a toaster (but not a bad toaster per say)

Notes: So like, after Wandavision, I kept thinking about the fact that Vision is now essentially alive again with all of his memories and how he kinda just…took off? Yeah, I was bouncing ideas based off of that fact and out came this. Also was lowkey listening to Die for You by The Weekend while writing (don't know that is has any bearing on the story but you know...vibes). Hope you enjoy it!

Word Count: Somethin' like 3.2k

*squints* I give NO ONE permission to repost or translate my work. Make your own shit

You kept to the slightly worn path as you pulled up to the isolated residence and there she was, sitting on the step of her cabin.

She’d waited long enough.

As you got off your Davidson and cut the engine, Wanda got up to greet you with a quick hug that you gladly returned. “Thank you for coming, Y/n. For answering I mean,”

You laughed through your nose, “I’ve only been looking for you for the better part of a month.”

She pulled away to look you in the face, a sad smile made its way onto her own as she tried to return the same energy. “Well I hope you’re not too tired of the routine.”

You squeezed her shoulder under your palm.

"Never."

Wanda brought you inside as she put the kettle on. She took the time to make her request for your help more clear.

You’d kind of just been…Wandering the world as of now. With the Avengers coughing up dust with vacancies and having all but missed a good five years of your life, you yearned to regain connection.

There weren’t many things tying you to one place and you took full advantage of that. It was also a bit of a perk that people didn't really contact you for one reason or another, your schedule clear more often than not.

Missing five years of your life had done a lot to your psyche and lasting effects always trickled down, but you just wanted to make the sacrifice worth it.

Even though Yelena was a grown woman and could look after herself, you kept an ear out and a private phone line for her. It’s the least you could do to help a friend rest easy.

When Wanda disappeared after the smaller service you'd gotten together for Natasha, you'd gone to look for her. With both of you discombobulated and grieving the losses thrown at you in what felt like minutes, you figured it'd be best to stick together to have someone to lean on. You wound up going in circles before finally hearing about Wanda being somewhere in New Jersey. Maybe too late.

You were the best tracker Wanda knew. It was your specialty on the team; your superhuman sense of smell and hearing proved to be an invaluable asset on many a mission especially when paired with the efficient skill and tutelage of your late mentor. That being said, it was like something was actively keeping you away from Wanda, something she had no idea about. The block keeping you away simply ensured that you persisted that much more, and this time? There was finally a give to the wall coated in byzantium color.

Wanda told you all about what happened in Westview, her life with “Westview Vision”, her kids, the hex, Agatha Harkness, seeing “Real Vision” again, and the confusing mess of it all over a borderline addictive hibiscus blend.

“And he just..took off?”

“I know that he has his memories back. It’s Vis, my Vision, it’s just—I don’t know why-” Wanda heaved a sigh as her palms pressed firmly against her face. The past week had done nothing but let her stress from the whole ordeal grow and fester while on her own.

Why did he just leave? Without so much as a word. Wanda just finished grieving Vision and accepting that he was gone, only to find out that the revived version of him had somehow regained his memories sometime after he nearly killed her. It was like someone was playing a cruel joke on her over and over. Yes, she wanted to just move on with her life, but the fact remains that if her Vision is alive now, they can just go and live their lives together like they wanted somewhere else. For real this time.

Knowing that you’d been looking for her was the good news that she needed to hear.

So why wasn't he here?

Why did she have to wind up alone again?

You rested your hand over Wanda’s from across the dining room table with a warm smile on your face. “We’ll find ‘em, then you can ask Vision yourself," You stood and made your way back to the door before tossing your head over your shoulder. "Then I can kick his bolts in if you want.”

You wasted no time and it was still relatively early in the day when the two of you set out to find Vision. This case was a bit tougher to get a read on.

One: Vision didn’t own too many things to use as a fresh reference, and Two: He’d been in a sterilized building for the past five years, so you’d doubt he’d smell like much of anything now.

Every moment mattered at this point.

You settled on starting at places you know that he’s been before branching outward, Wanda narrowed down the list to start with the cities they’d visited together while on the run some time ago.

He’d never been anywhere else.

As you both traveled through Europe, You made it a point to keep Wanda’s mind off of the negative tilt of what ifs that seemed to ice out her optimism frequently.

The mention of Vision seemed to kill whatever positive buzz you could pull out of her. It wasn't much of a learning curve to it; Copenhagen was an especially quiet venture.

-----

You and Wanda slipped into a quiet cafe out of the light shower of rain. Both of you seated in a table near the back, you quickly tucked into a croquette platter without hesitation. Being set on high alert as a default actually leaves an impression on your stomach. Debatable whether it’s good or bad.

Wanda followed your lead much more slowly; she could probably actually taste the food.

There were hardly any leads as of now, and Vision's scent was just about gone from the navy jumper Wanda gave you for reference.

A grim smile rose on her face as she watched you, "I'm sorry for dragging you through all of this, Y/n."

You raised a brow as you proceeded to toss three cherry tomatoes in the air before catching each one, your arms out in a presenting fashion. "What're you sayin' sorry for? This is quite literally my whole life, Wands."

Wanda giggled a bit as she conceded with a small round of applause, "Yes, this is precisely what they paid you to be an Avenger for."

You narrowed your eyes playfully as you chewed. "I didn't get paid at all," You tossed a crumpled napkin at Wanda. "And neither did you, slick!"

She went into a full laugh as she threw her straw paper at you. Your eyes filled with mirth at the sound you'd come to be bent on bringing out of her.

Settling down and swallowing the contents in your mouth, you have your fist cover your mouth and stave off a belch. “Well we can cross Antwerp off the list. What do we have left? Paris and,”

“Edinburgh.”

You hum, “Right. Well we might have to double back here to catch the ferry that goes out to Scotland. France has gotten real finicky about rides the past few years and we got a lotta ground to cover,”

Wanda’s eyes were upward as she thought things over. “We can skip France altogether.” Her tone was resolute, certain. “Vis didn’t care to go to Paris anyways, It’s probably pointless to go.”

You took a quick drink from your beer, “Odd. Why?”

You kick yourself. The dimming of her eyes should’ve been enough.

Wanda keeps her eyes up, but her eyes aren’t wet as she gives a wry chuckle. “Vis said it was too typical for us. In the City of Love, going to the eiffel tower for an evening, fugitives or not. And typical as it sounded, I kind of wanted that y’know?”

You nodded along, “Yeah I get it, I mean sure everyone talks about it, but it’s a classic spot,”

Wanda fiddled with her fingers a bit as her eyes narrowed into as squint, still trained on the ceiling like the answers were written there. “To have a moment at a classic spot, if a bit cheesy, just to pretend everything was normal. That we were normal. We still went, but he was quick to add Belgium to the list afterward.”

Finishing up your food, you put your empty plate off to the side. “Well, I’ll make you a deal. We can go to Paris again after this, and we can do whatever the hell ya want, alright?”

And there they were again. Those reassurances you had no problem giving to Wanda, just sprinkled in.

You didn’t question a lot of things and preferred to take them in stride. It would cause problems from time to time, but it was something Wanda had grown to be very appreciative of. Even when she first met you; the times she needed her space were readily given and you never begrudged her when she went to bend your ear.

Moments like these remind her why she sought you out first, and why you were the first to show up.

As flighty as you could be, you were reliable.

You came back after tossing both of your trash out. Settling back in your seat, you both discussed the plan to get to Scotland.

-----

You kept an eye out for lurkers and people that might stare a bit too long as you walked out onto the deck of the boat. Neither of you were the general public’s favorite people, and the Westview incident was making its rounds outside of the states.

Wanda came out of the restroom to stand next to you. Your crossed arms rested on the rail as you leaned forward observing the clear scenery until you turned to face her.

You lightly bump Wanda’s shoulder, “I thought we left the bags in the cabin,”

Her eyebrows furrow before she catches on, letting out a tired laugh. Her hand ran over her face to try and wake herself up more. “Are they that visible?”

“No no, I just never really heard you settle down last night. Figured you didn’t sleep much.”

“You’d be right then,”

You turned to look at all the cloud cover, “Senses haven’t failed me yet.”

Both of you looked up when you heard the announcement that they were coming into port.

Wanda took a deep breath, “Let’s hope.”

She made her way off of the ferry in rushed steps with you behind her. You quickly take the lead going past a train station as you catch the remnants of a metallic pine-y scent, like offset Christmas. It was close enough to what you remember of Vision. That and it was only March.

You could see Wand’s posture stiffen a bit as you reached an apartment building.

Recognition.

You turn to the redhead, “Are we headin’ in?” This was ultimately her search and venture. Less courteous parts of you had lost fondness for the synthezoid when he turned you in back at that german airport as you let certain parties escape imprisonment way back when. That, and you and Vision didn’t mesh well to begin with. Whatever the outcome was when Wanda and Vision met again, you would simply follow her choice.

Wanda wordlessly pushed the door open as you stepped aside to let her go in first. Going up a few floors Wanda eventually stopped in front of a cherrywood door, the “416” all but scratched and faded on the plate.

You took Wanda’s hand in yours to offer some form of comfort, and she squeezed it slightly in appreciation.

Using her powers to unlock and open the door, you both made your way inside. The scent was more concentrated here.

Wanda seemed to go off into her own world, her hand passing over the back of the small sofa as she moved past it. It was only slightly more furnished than she remembered and new light fixtures made the space appear brighter than she’d ever seen it.

“I see you’ve let yourself in, well that’s fine.”

That voice

Spinning on her heel, Wanda turned to find Vision, granted in his human form, wearing a cream sweater and slacks.

His eyes flitted to you briefly, “You’ve brought the Bloodhound. A peculiar acquaintance, but I suppose it would only be appropriate.”

You pointedly ignored him as you stayed by the door. You looked to Wanda, “I’ll be just outside if you need me.”

Wanda looked at you, uneasy. “Oh- alright then.” It was odd for you to not be there with her now that it’d become a constant for her the past couple of weeks. As she watched you softly click the door shut, she debated whether or not she should call you back in to stay so her nerves would fully settle. She took a deep breath as she rooted herself to the floor, listening as your footsteps eventually began to peter out.

---

Wanda rooted herself to the floor as her gaze shifted from the door to Vision who stood a ways away, apparently more content with the silence than Wanda herself.

It was a good minute before Vision moved fully into the main room. Wanda felt lost. Angry? She felt that her expectations had been met and missed at the same time and she just wanted to move past the wall that seemed to divide them.

Before she could say anything however, Vision brought a hand up to stop her.

"I cannot go back with you Wanda. I will not, rather."

Of course he knew why she was here.

Her tongue was almost trapped in her mouth, "What? Why not? -" The part of her that held out hope began to shrivel up as she felt her pulse rise. In a way this wasn't surprising, but the hurt she felt from the statement was still very real.

Vision's words were not harsh, but they were cutting, "We cannot- I cannot simply go back to the way that things were, Wanda." He then deactivated his human cover as she got a good look at his new glacier form. Wanda struggled to keep looking at him and took a hard swallow, opting to look to the floor and wishing that you were in the room to give her your strength as she glanced at the door once again.

Her hands stayed clenched at her sides as her eyes began to water. "What I did to you, in Westview and to in lieu of that-"

“It has nothing to do with what you’ve done, Wanda. I do not think less of you, nor do I think ill of you. and although I understand it must be difficult to hear, I would like for you to hear my words and believe them.

Vision's eyes remained steady on Wanda. "I simply do not want this. I've taken time to reaffirm myself and think. I've come to the conclusion that I desire none of the life I remember living, no matter how vivid it was. It is not a beauty that I can recognize for myself anymore. As I am, my past feels far off and what I felt for you feels foreign, Wanda. It is something that I can acknowledge, but never fully grasp again.

"We have been torn apart and stitched back together and we have become vastly different people for it. I am simply not the same person...I am not who you've been looking for, Wanda.”

Vision’s words were a startling mix of heartfelt thought and clinical logic that Wanda found it hard to see past, fighting the overwhelming urge to recede into herself.

But she listened to him.

Her tears had yet to stop, but they were slowing down as she caught a glimpse of you outside the window, kicking a non-existent can as you had yet to be still.

Vision came closer and lightly placed his hand on Wanda's shoulder as he looked out of the same window from behind her.

“Every day I wake I find that I know frighteningly little about life, but what I’ve come to understand is that you create your memories in the present because it is the only thing that is promised. I can only hope to make the most of it as it comes, and I hope for you to do the same, Wanda.”

Vision pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead.

Wanda turned to face him and, for the last time, she raised her hand to Vision’s head over the blue chip gleaming back at her that took the place of the yellow she knew. She bit her lip as a smaller wave of new tears ran from her eyes.

“I-I can feel you.”

Vision covered her hand with his own in a soft grip.

“I’m glad.”

Wanda wasn't left with nothing as she had previously believed. And it was time that she understood that.

She looked back out the window.

---

You looked up from the steps to the building entrance as Wanda came out of it. Her face was a bit puffy and eyes red, but she was calm.

“I would ask how it went, but uh-”

“Better than I thought.” She took a second before she nodded to confirm as the conversation replayed in her head again.

“Oh! Well that’s good then,” You felt her hand slip into your own and you were more than a little confused. Where’s Vision then?

“Let’s get home, I’ll fill you in on the way.” You watched her create a portal back to the bed and breakfast to grab your things.

“Oookay?”

-----

It had been a little over a year since then. Wanda took that time to heal and process with all that happened seemingly one after another. It was a much needed calm as she used her powers less and less and just focused on other things to occupy her time.

She’d taken up farming and even got some area cleared to start growing other plants on the terrain surrounding her home. Certain topics were discolored, but they were less and less sensitive for her to think about.

It was an effort for a fresh start.

You hadn’t been traveling as much so you could be around for Wanda should she need you, but still enough so that you could stretch your legs. She wanted to wait a bit longer before she began to join you on your trips and venture freely.

You’d just come back from Bucharest, an extra set of hands to get a hold of a particularly slippery widow as a rare favor to Yelena.

As you pulled up to the remodeled cabin and got out of your new truck, you saw the familiar figure on the steps before she got up to meet you.

Hands full, you let her take one of the bags out of your grip.

“Nice trip?”

You shrug, “Eh, it was eventful. Yelena says hey by the way. It’ll probably be a bit before she can come by, but I was able to get you somethin’ while I was away,” You held the door open for her with your foot as you both made your way to the kitchen. “I got my contact to hook me up with some sugar maple seedling-things, since you mentioned wanting to grow ‘em last time. Jin even threw in a Gorosoe for a loyalty benefit.”

As you unpacked your to-go bags, Wanda simply listened to you ramble on about spiles and looking out back to find a spot for the trees to grow.

A smile bloomed on her face as she leaned forward to close the distance between you from across the table, and you gladly sunk into the kiss. Eventually pulling away, you were in a bit of a daze before you broke out into a grin. It'd been about a week since you'd last seen her.

“Thank you for being here.”

“As long as you’ll have me.”

As you got everything squared away and began helping Wanda prep dinner, her eyes drifted to a small frame that held two used ticket stubs to Paris sitting on the mantle in the main room.

The present is the only thing that’s promised.

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