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May we see your Headcanon for Henry?

this finally gave me the drive to finish the Henry!Lore it's great what demand does to a mf

Henry is a long, fast engine. He has a thoroughbred look and like all thoroughbreds, tends to be somewhat highly strung and prone to illness. But he has a new shape now, and sympathetically driven, he will give any engine a run for its money. Though his temperament has been made famous over the years, he’s a bit of a worrier, but he works hard on the Main Line and will give any engine a run for their money.

NAME: Henry (nee Henry Regaby “Regina”) NUMBER: NWR No 3 OPERATOR: North Western Railway BASIS: LMS Stanier Class 5MT 4-6-0 Tender Engine - Rebuilt from NWR “White Elephant” Class 4-6-2 Tender Engine circa 1935 GENDER: Trans-Masculine - He/Him/His ORIENTATION: Homo-Romantic (Gay) - Espoused to Bear EYE COLOUR: Amber LINE: Sudrian Main Line

Original Sprites by Princess-Muffins, Cj-The-Creator, Diamond-Jubilee, wyattloughrie, RedEngineStudioNo5, & DemonOfNowhere.

Any & All Modifications made by Myself, LeatherBootlace.

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[[HISTORY]] Henry was built as the original Flagship Engine for the North Western Railway, but his steaming troubles and various other issues left him relegated to lesser work on the railway. This would continue for some time until the Fat Controller purchased a special surplus of Welsh Coal for the poor engine, allowing him to work wonders for the Main Line. But one dark winter morning, the infamous Killdane Rail Disaster occurred, leaving Henry in critical condition. He was sent to Crewe to be repaired and rebuilt, with Hatt using the event as an opportunity to remedy much of his original faults. When Henry returned, he was a healthier and happier engine, ready to tackle whatever job given to him. Henry’s new place in the railway family meant he was now a true workhorse for the railway, and he quickly became the backbone of goods traffic across the island. Though proud of this, Henry at times felt his work went unappreciated, especially by the likes of Gordon & James. At some point during the 1980s, Henry was moved to the sheds at the Other End of the Line, which briefly caused a stir with the Big Engines. Though some *cough* Gordon *cough* thought lowly of this decision, Henry was glad for it. Not only did it mean he could better start his work for the day, but it also meant he could spend more time with his beloved Bear.

[[ROUGH START]] In the 1920s, the NWR was in search of a Flagship Express Engine for their railway. Topham Hatt advocated for the purchase of a Robinson Atlantic from the Mainland, but when the railway was approached by a relatively unknown engineer with designs for a custom-built Pacific, Lord Harwick* was quick to approve. It was a cold January Day when their Pacific, Henry Regaby, arrived in 1922. Named after Lord Harwick’s son, Henry was truly a splendid sight, adorned in House Regaby colours and looking quite elegant. To display the railway’s newfound might, Lord Harwick had arranged a special Express for Henry from the Big Station all the way to the Other End of the Line. That elegance quickly went out the window by the time they reached the Station before the Hill. Soot blanketed his once beautiful livery, and he looked very ill. Mr. Hatt pulled Henry off the train and ordered Alice and another to cover the Express while they looked over Henry. While most of the Directors were disappointed when they learned of Henry’s design flaws, Lord Harwick was furious, and quite angered of being cheated out of a Flagship Engine. It was this day when Henry gained the infamous nickname of “White Elephant”, something Lord Harwick would refer to him as until his death. In the following weeks, Henry would be repainted into NWR Green, though that barely changed his temperament after the disaster that had been January. Come Autumn, the infamous Tunnel Incident occurred, and the rest is history… *Lord Harwick is the title for Sir Albert Regaby, original chairman of the North Western Railway, and otherwise known as the most miserable and pretentious asshole to ever grace the Island of Sodor.

[[TUNNEL TROUBLE or HENRY'S TUNNEL WAS AN INSIDE JOB]] To put it bluntly, the entire ordeal behind Henry’s stay in the tunnel and him getting out is a total mess to explain and I would be here all day. If I were to try and explain it, this lore would go on for much longer than it should. So instead, I’ll direct you to @hazel-of-sodor's take on the Sad Story of Henry, which itself is based on @mean-scarlet-deceiver's take on the story which is brilliant and you should go read it here. I can’t help but nab ideas from other people for my own AU. If it’s not nailed down it’s getting thrown into the stew of lore that is my headcanon.

[[THE KIPPER'S CURSE]] One fateful night in December of 1934, tragedy struck the Island of Sodor. In a matter of moments, the single biggest rail disaster since Godred’s Fall left the Sudrian Main Line entirely cut-off, and multiple engines in critical condition. Repairs took some time, and it was a while before the first train of the day could get through. But ever since that fateful day, something about the Flying Kipper seems… cursed. It’s become a train forever associated with one of the worst accidents in the Island’s History, and it’s not uncommon for something to go wrong whenever it’s pulled during the Winter Months. Although it was officially proven that weather had caused the accident, some (both accredited and disapproved) thinkers have strangely caught on to the thought that the accident was caused thanks to sabotage. Coupled with Lord Harwick’s resignation shortly after in the following years, some have argued the accident was caused to prove how ineffective the Chairman’s leadership was… or that he himself caused the accident to rid himself of the greatest blight to his family’s name.

[[A FINE PLACE FOR SICK ENGINES]] Henry’s Rebuild at Crewe is largely a blur to the Green Engine. For good reason, of course. Henry’s Rebuild was so extensive he might as well have been a different engine afterwards, though for the most part, he was. It is here that the ‘Two Henrys’ Theories are brought up. Due to the nature of the Killdane Rail Disaster, some things had best been kept secret from the public and even the rest of the railway. One of these things was just how close Henry was to dying. It wasn’t talked about, but according to some of Fat Controller I’s memoirs, things were very dire before Henry could get to Crewe. Once taken up by Stanier, most of the knowledge becomes a mystery known only to Charles Hatt, who was directly involved in the rebuild, and has remained tight-lipped over the whole ordeal. It is largely that secrecy to Henry that has allowed the situation to continue on as it has. Some engines say that a selection of Henry’s parts were passed on from one design to the other, with select parts chosen to maintain Henry’s consciousness. Others, though few and far between, say Henry’s “rebuild” never happened, and that the Henry we know today is a different engine entirely. However, some stranger individuals believe that Henry’s rebuild was a coverup for something greater – an attempt to dabble into “Engine Magic” – and that Stanier was seeking to understand the very nature of mechanical life for various purposes. Any time this particular theory has been brought up it’s been laughed out the shed, but some still believe for some reason…

[[FOREST THROUGH THE TREES]] Between Crovan’s Gate and Vicarstown lies Henry’s Forest, known historically as Scacahoo. For years this forest stood untouched by man or machine, before the Sodor & Mainland sought to carve a path through to connect the two towns. Many believe this was the most major factor in the line’s undoing, apart from their failures elsewhere with the Ballahoo Tunnel and their attempts to bridge the Walney Channel, as such an undertaking was incredibly difficult for the small line. Come the Great War, however, and the task was now much more manageable. The Admiralty had no qualms over the war effort, and cleared through the forest with little care for the ecosystem. They needed the wood, after all, what difference did it make. Come peacetime, the wooded hillside was scarred heavily, and a fund was put together to restore it. It took much convincing, but eventually Topham Hatt organised for the North Western Railway to assist in this task, and placed Henry to assist with it. Henry thought lowly of this at first, but over time, he grew a fondness for the forest. On his days off from work, or in between trains, you can often find him resting here amongst nature. He enjoys this greatly, and holds the forest very near and dear to him.

[[THE WARTIME BUSH]] Amidst the relaxed Engine Presentation Codes during the Second Great War, Henry’s Beard was made the only exception to the No-Shave-Unless-Absolutely-Necessary Orders, and for good reason. Henry’s beard grew in fast and thick, and could be a hassle to keep regularly maintained during the strenuous era of that time. Following the War, Henry could often be seen with a heavy stubble on his face. Bear is a keen for Henry to grow his beard out again. Henry personally believes he’ll need convincing to do that anytime soon (for the sake of his crew), but he’s not against it.

[[TO BE ENTERPRISING]] Speaking of Bear. Henry and Bear went on their first date during the Summer of '67, shortly after the Fat Controller sent the infamous 'Spamcan' packing with her train of tankers. The two love each other dearly, though it took some time for Bear to get fully adjusted to life on the island - mainly for how differently things seemed to operate compared to how they were on the Mainland. In his later years, Henry has gone on to become an exemplary engine, truly enterprising on all accounts. His dedication to his loved ones, his railway, and all his friends have marked him as an engine of distinction, respected by some of the most well-regarded and famous engines in the world. He's even been deemed an honorary member of the Gresley Pacific Family, since he technically was the first of their design (and was largely done to bring Mallard down a peg after she got rather big for his wheels during her Golden Jubilee). But it all means nothing to Henry without Bear to be at his side.

[[STUPID BIRD]] Henry does not like birds. He thinks of them as annoying pests that tend to be bothersome at best. In short, they’re stupid to him. Owls tend to unnerve him (and rightfully so).

#Sodor's Biggest Asshole #ttte #ttte au #thomas and friends #ttte henry #henry the green engine #rws #railway series #sprites #pixel art #ttte fanart #i was kinda sitting on henry for a while cause i wasn't sure how i wanted to tackle the tunnel #cause like #scarlet and hazel's take on it with the engines scheming on top of hatt's scheming is fucking brilliant #absolutely genius #makes the story so much better in retrospective #also in case you can't tell lord harwick/albert regaby is the historic holder of award #his ego knows no bounds #the killdane rail disaster is the flying kipper wreck if you didn't realize it but it's not as bad as you think it is #it's worse (:#somebody's gonna die but it ain't my place to say who #engine magic isn't real yet but it may be one day #also she/her spamcan because i said so #her name is candice because of course it is #get it? spam'CAN'? 'CAN'dice?#i'll see myself out #Bootlace's TTTE AU

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owlstar97 · 1 year

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GABIRU

(That Time I Got Reincarnated As a Slime)

#Gabiru #that time i got reincarnated as a slime #anime #series #movie #crunchyroll #austin tindle #that time I got reincarnated as a slime scarlet bound

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Scarlet Lady Essay: Frightningale

Yet another essay for @zoe-oneesama. Because you deserve it.

I’m not going to bother with a compare/contrast of canon vs Scarlet Lady Frightningale because Frightningale in canon was a pretty forgettable episode. Akuma was lame. Setup was wasted. And it’s removal from the series would lose nothing of value.

So instead, I'm going to focus primarily on the Scarlet Lady version of Frightningale and what it does that makes it memorable.

I guess to start with, I should make it clear that I’m not a fan of shows being lazy, especially when they display a lack of planning or consideration of their story and characters. And perhaps one of the greater indicators of this issue is when a series suddenly realizes they they neglected multiple plot points until it’s too late to give them all the focus they warrant so they end up shoving all of those points into one episode and try to present it like it’s supposed to be an adequate resolution of all that buildup or in any way intentional.

Penalteam was that episode for Miraculous. They had the “temporary heroes” setup going for them but then wasted so much time on filler like Frightningale that it seems like they honestly forgot about it until they were reaching a designated end point and they realized they still had four more heroes they were supposed to introduce. Whoops? Ah well, just introduce them all at once. Not like anyone will care!

And when you treat most of the cast like they’re all as shallow as a puddle, I guess that’s true.

The thing is, when you have a setup where there is a running theme of every person in a specific group getting their own episode/chapter to detail their issues and how they get a power up, it’s going to stand out whenever one of them doesn’t. Especially when that one or more are forced to share their limelight episode.

That’s not to say you can’t do it, but it’s bound to get attention if you do. It reflects poorly on the writing. It shows whom the “favored” and “unfavored” characters are. And it displays the issue with pacing—namely that it’s next to nonexistent until it hits you with the force of a freight train.

But can it be done and be done well? Is it possible to pull off such a thing and have it make sense and fit in lines with the characters?

Well, yes. Off the top of my head, I can think of two different ways to do it to make it work.

And Zoe did both of them.

If you look at Scarlet Lady as a whole, you’ll see a conglomeration of characters—each with stories and arcs attached. They have personalities. They have goals and problems and their own highs and lows. One sign of good writing is that some focus is given to highlight these other characters as people. Individuals in their own right with lives outside of the main characters or situation.

Miraculous doesn't really do this.

Scarlet Lady, however, does. Because contrary to the title, Scarlet Lady isn’t just about Chloe.

It isn’t even just about the heroes.

It isn’t just about Chloe being horrible. Or Marinette being in love. Or Adrien being in desperate need of a hug and a nap. Because while the story is centered around them, it isn’t solely about them. Other characters get focus and growth and their own arcs throughout the comics.

But the big two—the BIGGEST two with arguably the most depth and most growth and quite frankly the best storylines out of everyone in the entire series?

It’s Sabrina and Lila. And their individual stories have led up to this.

As such, this episode—which was mostly filler and all around forgettable in canon, matters here.

It’s where Sabrina and Lila reach the culmination of their respective character arcs.

Yes, it’s when they both get to become Miraculous Heroes and meet their own kwamis, but it’s more than just that! They both hang out with the girls group as full members of the crew, getting to take part in a music video together. It’s also where they both get to stand up for themselves and the city at large while calling out Chloe and Scarlet Lady. This is what their storylines have been building up to and where their growth really shows.

Sabrina started out as Chloe’s minion same as canon—albeit with more attention to her feelings and her responses, no matter how seemingly small, allowing her to feel more like her own person. And through this focus, we got to see her open up more, pull and eventually break away from Chloe and her influence, and over time stand up for herself and try to establish herself both with the class and as an individual.

Lila started off as a liar and manipulator, selfish and self centered, much like canon. Unlike canon, her lies are tied to her issues, noted to be poorly thought through, and give her more introspection as a person. After the lies are revealed, she’s not “redeemed” so much as she is “accountable”, and it doesn’t change who she is. She remains selfish and certainly far from being considered “good”, but she’s letting people in past her walls and masks in a way she hadn’t been able to before.

Both of these things? Figuring out who you are and letting people know you for who you are? They’re incredibly hard. And a lot of time was devoted to both of their journeys along the course of the comic.

Sabrina’s arc was about her figuring out who she is on her own. Outside of Chloe and her previous role of being a follower and lackey. And sometimes it feels less scary to stay with someone toxic than to be alone and facing the unknown. We see it in the way she tries to put herself out there afterwards, reaching out and risking rejection and just figuring herself out. Even or perhaps especially with those she already knows and has a less than positive history with.

And we still see the struggle of her view of herself in this episode. It was in the way she was upset that she legitimately tried to help and it still resulted in bad things happening. And it was also clear when she calls herself a “sidekick” to Marigold after the day was saved, as if it’s a role she still sees herself as and one she struggles not to fall in to. Over time, we’re seeing Sabrina learning that she doesn’t have to be attached or subservient to someone else to have an identity or be accepted.

Lila’s arc involved her figuring out who she is with people. Outside of the lies and manipulations she creates, the masks she wears, and the identities she crafts to make people like her. The “real Lila” is far from the best person and arguably not even a good person, but she also doesn’t have to be for the others to accept her as the still somewhat bad influence she is. She’s still very much selfish and flawed, but she’s less inclined to hide it or treat it like something that needs to be hidden. And isn’t that a common lesson? That it’s better to be liked for who you are than to force yourself to be someone else to be liked?

And at the same time, even with being less than a fully good person, she’s showing that she can still find better ways of acting that allow her to help others rather than hurt them or serve herself. She still hates Scar, but rather than working with Hawk Moth to kill her and risk dooming Paris and the world, she’s instead working with Alya through more legitimate (and legal) means…and hitting Scar where it hurts most. She and Adrien may not be friends, but rather than try to punish him for not going along with her, she’s instead rescued him, putting herself on the line—something that the former Lila wouldn’t have considered doing and one that canon Lila wouldn’t be capable of. Even if she’s motivated by pettiness or self-interest, what would have been straight up revenge on someone who upset her has grown to be something that is working in everyone’s better interests.

Both Lila and Sabrina hid themselves in different ways and for different reasons. So having them both assert themselves and call out both Chloe and Scarlet Lady is a show of their growth and overall a huge deal. It’s not something either of them would have done at the start of the series. Sabrina, because she was a “yes man” who wouldn’t dare to argue with Chloe and Lila because she wouldn’t risk openly doing something to make herself a target.

And now boom! Look at them both! Lila stepped up to openly and publicly denounce Scarlet Lady as not being a hero for real reasons that aren’t just about herself or her feelings—complete with receipts! The girl did her research, noting incidents from before she even came into the picture. Then follow up with Sabrina standing up against Chloe’s machinations and dismantling Chloe’s main source of power: her father. Even better, she’s using logic and knowledge she would have as a former ally of Chloe’s who would know her tricks, taking her former friendship with Chloe and using it against her.

And on top of that, each of them are given the Miraculous by the person they wronged in the past. Marinette to Sabrina and Adrien to Lila. Especially in Lila’s case, it says a lot that they’re trusted. That shows narratively that even with their mistakes and bad choices and continued struggles, they still can move forward—not necessarily to find redemption, but to find themselves and be their best selves.

This is why it makes sense for them to share this episode. It’s also why both of them speaking up matters. They are both publicly confronting their greatest foe, and the fact that their foes are really two faces of the same person further highlights this.

So they both have issues with the same person, are dealing with forming their identities without catering to others, are working out how to have/be friends, were formerly not the best of people, and have a fear of rejection. As such, this isn’t just their obligatory hero episode, this is what their individual stories have been leading up to. Almost like they’re two sides of the same coin. And the comparison between the two helps them both shine.

And speaking of shining, does anyone remember how the all girls team up didn’t get a chance to shine in canon? Zoe sure did.

I have a whole list of problems I have regarding Party Crasher, but perhaps number seven on that list is that the boys got to have an all male temp hero team up episode while the girls didn’t.

In fact, by this episode in canon, only Alya, Chloe, and Kagami actually got to be temp heroes.

To be fair, only four of the guys out of seven in canon got to be part of their particular event in Party Crasher, leaving out Ivan (who often tends to get overlooked) and Nathaniel (who has had a precedent of just literally disappearing from the episode). But originally, part of the appeal of Party Crasher was that the focus was supposed to be on the male classmates and getting to see at least some of them being part of a team against the akuma.

Why then didn’t we get an episode like this with the girls? Or at least something LIKE this?

Frightningale became that episode. And if any of the episodes were to do it, it makes the most sense for Frightningale to be the one.

All of the girls were together to take part in this event. So Zag would have had the perfect excuse to include them all in the fight or just have the girls do something to help even as civilians. I mean, we’ve had episodes do this before. Max in Robustus. Nathaniel and Alix in Reverser. Luka in Captain Hardrock. Let the civilians show their heroic traits even before they become heroes. It’s not a Miraculous, but it’s still giving them focus and expanding on them as individuals.

Instead, canon Frightningale was a filler episode. And not even a good one. For an akuma who forces people to sing or dance, it’s a waste that they just had the heroes spend the whole time rhyming. A waste of writing and talent. I mean, have you heard Christina Vee sing? If there needed to be a musical episode, I would think that the akuma who forces people to sing would certainly warrant it! At least more than it’s Christmas and they sing just cuz.

So this is yet another thing that Zoe improves with the Scarlet Lady version of this episode. Giving us the all girl team up episode so many of us have long wanted and getting to see all the female heroes together at last.

And with this, we get the full roster of friends-turned heroes.

Except for Alix. Poor, poor Alix. ;_;

Your day will come.

In this way, the end where Clara goes a different direction with her music video feels less like a half-assed fix to a half-forgotten plot point and more like something that was built by everyone involved. I don’t know about the rest of you, but given Clara’s excitement over the all girl band playing and Pigella’s gift showing Clara an idea for her video, it highlights the focus on EVERYONE being part of this—both the video and the episode itself. It kind of comes off as a lesson of its own about teamwork and giving everyone a shot rather than focusing specifically only on one or two specific individuals.

And isn’t that what separates the heroes from Scarlet Lady?

But there’s a third important aspect of this episode.

This is the episode where Chloe is smacked in the face with Scarlet Lady’s falling popularity.

Let’s remember that at the start of the comic, Scarlet Lady was fully and widely considered THE Hero of Paris. She was beloved for doing nothing and it was a point of frustration for Chat, who actually was having to pick up her slack. Initially, there was nothing he could do because him being the only real hero among the duo meant he often couldn't stick around after akuma fights to prevent Scar from telling "our story". In addition, he didn’t know who she was or who chose her and why. Then even when it was clear her getting the Earrings was a mistake, for a lot of the first couple seasons, she was so popular that they couldn’t just take the Earrings away from her lest they risk backlash from the rest of the city. It’s a backlash that seems increasingly unlikely as more and more people get to see her behavior and callousness firsthand.

We’ve seen hints of it in other episodes, but none of them were so blatant to Chloe that she couldn’t ignore it or shrug it off or otherwise make excuses to protect her ego.

Prime Queen wanted to focus on Marigold and Chat Noir for their “romance” to try and boost ratings. Alya and Lila made some snarky comments, but Chloe could easily dismiss them both. Nadja also made a comment that nobody cared about Scarlet’s love life, but a lack of interest in her love life isn’t a lack of interest in herself and Chloe despises both of her “sidekicks” and wouldn’t want anyone trying to pair her with them anyway. And Nadja reassures her that they’ll focus on her after they’re done with Chat and Marigold. So yes, she can dismiss that as well.

Reverser has Chloe faced with both of her identities are made as villains in art and a story. However, she clearly looks down on Nathaniel and Marc barely registers to her. So she can dismiss them.

Look at Despair Bear, the Intermission, the interactions with the various other heroes, and the fact that only Chat Noir and Marigold are privy to the Guardian’s secret existence and allowed to pass out other Miraculous. Much has been shown of the other characters being less than impressed with her, snarky towards her, or showing the process of how they discover the truth about her and how she actually handles akuma attacks…namely in that she doesn’t. And Chloe can dismiss all of that because to her, none of them really matter to her.

But Chloe can’t dismiss the fact that a renown celebrity dedicating a music video to the “Heroes of Paris” isn’t including her. Bad enough her sidekicks are taking center stage but she’s not even in the music video at all?

And when someone she despises calls out the reasons why she’s not a hero in an openly public setting surrounded by a multitude of people who all agree with her? You could say it’s insult to injury. But some would say it was a long time coming.

Some Rando: Scarlet Lady sucks! Alya: Marigold and Chat Noir do all the work, not her! Kagami: She’s barely even necessary at this point. Clara: This video and song are to celebrate hope and love. And Scarlet Lady lacks both when push comes to shove. Chloe: ARGHHH! WHATEVER!

It further shows the turning tide of public opinion against Scar. What was once a trickle has grown into a wave, and now Chloe is forced to acknowledge her image and status aren’t as ironclad as she thought. Sure, she could denounce Lila as a liar like she’s done before, but Lila is bringing up instances that Chloe can’t deny: being late (as she’s just plain been a no show to several fights), endangering civilians, and being caught live on camera being willing to let someone die in a particularly horrible way because it’s easier.

This is the episode where it’s not just people seeing Scar is horrible, but acting on it and letting Chloe know they know she’s horrible. It’s reached the point where Chloe can’t just disregard the claims or discount and ignore her critics. And we’re seeing Chloe starting to lose control as a result. To the point she has to force her dad to ruin a previously sanctioned event in what has to be one of his most flagrant displays of abuse of power to date just to shut down her detractors.

And even that would come with more consequences for Chloe if it had been allowed to continue. Sabrina herself points it out that Clara is very popular with a lot of fans—people who would be aware she’s making a music video and whom would be very disappointed if word got out that it was cancelled due to an issue with the Mayor. And given all the very unhappy people we see in the comic in question where she points that out, it stands to reason that the word would get out. Heck, I’d be surprised if someone wasn’t recording it.

Then there’s the love square/hero shenanigans.

Remember how in canon, the whole “playing themselves/risking identities” bit kinda just dropped out halfway in? The kwamis were the only authority figures involved to call out on the risk and of the two, Plagg didn’t care and Tikki gave one knowing stare at Marinette before turning around to gush about the suit. Even though Marinette offers the alternative idea to the music video by the end, there’s no further comment or notice of how she and Adrien nearly blew their identities….or alternatively a comedic take where nobody recognizes them regardless and they worried for nothing. Honestly, I would have taken either setup.

Having Fu present to call them both out shows there is a responsible authority figure watching, makes it clear there are rules they are expected to follow, and reinforces that this was, in fact, a horrible idea. Sure, Marinette and Adrien worried enough to hide their masks, but it should have been obvious that wouldn’t work long term. They are risking their identities, not just to Paris but to each other. And he calls them out for doing it on purpose.

Then there’s the beautiful crescendo of the love square dance in that the two both pretty much have figured out the other’s identity and just want an identity reveal to make it official—which Fu won’t allow. We see it in their playful banter that gets mistaken for “getting into character” and in Adrien in particular pushing Marinette to take part.

This is a point where we are seeing them be teenagers. Foolish of them? Yes. Should they have known better and not done it? Yes. But is it in character and the sort of teenage shenanigans we would expect of teenage superheroes? Definitely. And that’s part of the point. Because they are teenagers. Teenagers in love, no less. Teenagers in love with secret identities to dance around. Which is half the fun of secret identities!

It’s just another aspect to this episode that makes it enjoyable.

So overall, the episode matters in ways that the canon version didn’t and was fun in ways that the canon version wasn’t, making it stand out not just as an episode or a remake of the canon episode, but as its own standalone episode AND a noteworthy point in the overall story.

#scarlet lady au #scarlet lady essay #scarlet lady is better than canon #for zoe

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eulalielatibule · 7 months

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The Purrfect Pair

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Black Cat!Hybrid!FemReader

Word Count: 1,600

Warnings: AU, Soulmates, power dynamics, pet play, reader has powers, mentions of grief, fluff, use of honorifics: Mistress and Kitten

Summary: The Scarlet Witch has arrived which means her familiar must finally reunite with her.

Author's Note: Ahhh I'm so excited for this! I did a ton of research for this fic and I really like it. I intend for it to be a series as I would love to explore how Wanda and her Kitten get along and what trouble they get into!

If you enjoy, please reblog and comment!

Darkness.

Nothingness.

An empty void.

You were asleep one minute, the next something flickered inside your brain. You woke up and stretched out, a little yawn leaving you; you had no idea how many thousands of years you had been asleep. You shook your sleepiness off, your black furry ears twitching in excitement.

Wanda Maximoff.

That was the name that filled your head. That was the person who you were to find.

Your owner was finally here, the one and only Scarlet Witch.

🐈‍⬛

Wanda exhaled, watching as her breath fogged up in the chilled mountain air. The tea cup she was holding kept her hands and the tip of her nose warm, and she sipped the sweet beverage with a hum.

After everything that happened in Westview, she had to get away from everything. Too much sadness has been filling her life, and now that she had the new status of being the Scarlet Witch? Well she had to learn how to deal with all the power and responsibility that held too.

It was a lot of stress, and what better place to deal with stress than a cottage in the mountains?

The woman had been spending her time finessing her powers and learning how to control it. She had help from Doctor Strange and Wong, the Sorcerer Supreme, which she was grateful for. She felt like she was finally getting a hang of herself.

But there was a feeling she couldn't quite shake off.

There was something missing, a piece of her that she had to find.

Wanda was used to loss, having lost pretty much everyone important to her. This was different however. She didn't lose something, it was more like she had to reunite with someone.

As she was lost in thought, electricity filled the air. The witch broke out of her zone and looked up at the sky- it was still clear like normal- No sign of a storm. Goosebumps rose on her skin, and her red magic began sparking from her fingers unexpectedly.

What was happening?

As anxiety coursed through her, a bright light appeared a few feet in front of Wanda. Standing up, she watched with caution as the light dimmed away, revealing in its place a woman.

Everything about you was normal. You had on some comfortable clothes- a brown knitted sweater, jeans, boots. Your hair was styled out of your face and you had an excited smile on your face.

The thing that startled Wanda?

Your cat ears and long, fuzzy tail.

"Are you Wanda Maximoff?" Was the first thing out of your mouth.

"Depends- who are you?" Wanda asked, her hands twitching as her magic swirled around her fingers. You gave her your name and bowed, making Wanda quirk an eyebrow.

"I have been looking for you for so long, Mistress. I can't believe you're finally here."

"What the hell are you talking about?" The redhead dropped her hands now, but still stood on guard. This was very bizarre and she needed answers.

"You don't know who I am?" This time you were the one confused, your ears twitching and your head tilted slightly to one side. "Wanda, I'm your familiar."

"My– what? Can you please just explain what you're doing here? What do you mean, my 'familiar'?"

You approached the woman slowly. "You're the Scarlet Witch. Thousands of years ago I was bound to you as your companion for eternity. I was created to help you, guide you, and service you in whatever you need."

Wanda blinked slowly as she processed what you said. She knew that the myth of the Scarlet Witch was centuries of years old and that she had a lot of learning to do about it- well, herself- yet she had never heard of a familiar. But all her caution faded when she dove into your mind, searching for any kind of malicious intent.

All she found was your complete devotion and love for her.

It made something inside of the witch spark and she couldn't help but smile a bit. So this was why she was feeling so incomplete lately.

"Come here, sweetheart." Wanda spoke softly, a hand extended for you to take.

Her pet name for you made your belly flutter and your tail twitch happily. You happily took her hand and stepped closer, and Wanda gently cupped your face into her warm hands with a soft hum.

"Thank you for coming all this way to find me. Let me get you some tea and maybe a snack and you can tell me more about yourself?" Her thumbs caressed the apples of your cheeks as you gazed up at her with sparkly eyes. You simply nodded which made Wanda chuckle softly at how sweet you were.

She took your hand in one of hers, the other picking up her mug, and she led you inside her little cottage. You noticed how it was a little bare inside, only the necessities and a few cozy items. You couldn't help but frown at the thought of your mistress not having the very best of everything.

Wanda took you into the kitchen and took out another mug for you before pouring some tea into each mug.

"Don't worry about me, I don't mind being a bit minimalistic." Your cheeks heated up in embarrassment- how could you forget she could read minds??

"I– I'm sorry mistress, I hope I didn't offend." Your head tucked down. You heard Wanda's chuckle and then she was tilting your chin up to look her in the eyes.

"Don't apologize, kitten. I know that it isn't exactly homey in here. I never liked much clutter, but seeing that you'll be living here now I can conjure up some things for you."

"Live– I can live here? Really?" Your ears twitched as excitement came over you.

"Well of course, I can't let my little familiar live outside." She spoke with such conviction that you felt butterflies in your stomach. There was a little smirk on Wanda's lips and you knew that she knew how she was affecting you which just made you even more excited.

Soon Wanda was handing you a cup of chai and the two of you were sitting on her couch. "When you came here it was like you entered through a portal. I'm guessing you have powers too?" She asked as she set her tea on the table in front of her. You took a sip of the sweet liquid then nodded, licking your lips.

"I do, I'm not a witch though. I can teleport, shapeshift, I can also turn invisible. Not being human means I am also stronger than normal. And since I am bound to you, I can feel what you feel." You explained and Wanda quirked a brow.

"What can you shapeshift into?" You grinned and set your own cup down before closing your eyes, and a second later you were changed into a little black cat. Wanda giggled as you headbutted her hand, giving you little scritches behind your ear. You licked her hand before sitting back and changing into your human form again.

"I can also hide my ears and tail, but I don't like to do that unless I'll be around humans."

"I don't blame you, your ears and tail are very cute." Her words made you grin proudly, the two of you continued to chat and you finished your tea.

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The rest of the day was filled with you helping Wanda around the cottage and outside. Thanks to your strength you chopped up maybe too much wood to build a fire. Not that Wanda minded- she loved how cute and eager to please you were. And you used your teleportation to pop into a market and get some food and other necessities.

Wanda was already loving having you around. Thanks to the bond the two of you had, you had an instant connection and it felt like you two had known each other all your lives. Plus living in the mountains often got lonely- and while she had gotten used to solitude, being a lone wolf wasn't something she wanted forever.

She wanted a forever partner, someone to share her life with. And maybe with you, she was getting a second chance at that.

"Mistress, may I lay with you?" Your sweet voice shook Wanda out of her thoughts. She smiled when she noticed you were done building the fire and she nodded, patting the cushion next to her.

"Yes, Kitten, come here." At her approval you quickly made your way over and laid on the couch next to her, your head in her lap. Her slim fingers ran over your hair, stroking it. She could hear soft purrs coming from you and it made her heart bloom with affection.

"I am so glad I found you today, Mistress. I've missed you." You spoke softly, a small pout on your lips. It was hard living without her for as long as you did, but it was all worth it to lay in her lap like you were now.

"I'm glad too, Kitten. I promise I'm here now, and you won't be lonely ever again." Her words were just as soft as yours as she leaned down to kiss your forehead. You closed your eyes, the excitement of the day wearing you out.

Wanda flicked her wrist, her powers grabbing a blanket from her- your- bedroom and laid it over the both of you.

Her own words echoed in her mind: You won't be lonely ever again. And Wanda couldn't help but think that maybe it was true for herself as well.

#Wanda Maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x poc!reader #wanda maximoff x woc!reader #my writing #au: the purrfect pair

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wandasgf · 8 months

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I. THE PROPHECY. mdni. 18+. series masterlist

pairings: wanda maximoff + mutant!reader

summary: wanda finds out about the prophecy and the two of you meet

warnings: none

wc: 2.8k~

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The last thing Wanda expected during her Sunday afternoon downtime was to be called into an emergency meeting. She had made it very clear that if she were to join the Avengers, she needed a few days to herself, to just be Wanda and not the Scarlet Witch, and Sunday was one of them. So, to say she was surprised when Tony called over the intercom that they needed her in the war room would be an understatement.

“This had better be good, Stark. I just put some pasta on the stove, and if it boils over because of this–” Wanda pauses, brows furrowed as she steps into the room– “Agatha. I wasn’t expecting to see you today. What’s… going on?” She asks slowly, looking around and seeing that everyone is already gathered around the table. As she steps closer, she realizes that they’re looking at a photo on the desk. Specifically, she realizes they are looking at a photograph of the Darkhold. “What is that doing here?” She knows she shouldn’t be so harsh, that the Darkhold isn’t actually anywhere near her, but she can’t help it.

“Wanda, dear, don’t be like that. Come sit down.” Agatha ignores her question and pulls out a chair for her to sit in. Wanda takes a deep breath and softens considerably. Agatha has been like a mother figure to her since she’d been rescued from that small Transian town near the mountains of Wundagore, and she tells herself that there’s no need to be upset with her, that Agatha must have a perfectly reasonable explanation for this. She starts to walk closer as she reminds herself that everything is fine, “I would prefer to stand.” She crosses her arms over her chest and peers down at the photo.

Agatha gives her a knowing glance and sighs, “Alright, dear, if you’re sure.” She knows how Wanda must be feeling right now, she knows that she would have recognized the book from the photograph, and she hopes that this isn’t dragging up any unsavory memories for the younger witch. “Recently, there has been a change in the earth’s ley lines. I have been monitoring it for a few days now trying to uncover the source and unfortunately, it’s much worse than I could have thought.” Agatha speaks up, addressing everyone in the room.

“The earth’s ley lines? Magic. There’s been a change in the earth’s magic?” Tony speaks up, gesturing with his hands as he talks. “Can’t you just do some hocus pocus and fix that all up? What’s this meeting for?”

“I wish it were that simple, Tony. That photo on the table is a picture of one of the pages of the Darkhold–” Agatha turns to Wanda now– “Do you know what that says, Wanda?” And Wanda reluctantly looks at the words in the picture instead of staring at it blankly. It’s not in English or Romanian, but for some reason, she feels like she recognizes what it’s saying. “Yes, maybe? I don’t know.” She reaches down and picks up the photograph now that she’s sure that the Darkhold isn’t able to sink its talons into her through it and studies the words: यदा अन्धकारमाता उत्थाय अग्रजदेवं छथोन् आह्वयति तदा आकाशं हरितं भविष्यति, कालस्य अन्तः च समीपं गमिष्यति।.

Her fingers dance over the text and she lets the words sink in even though she could not read them out loud in their original language even if she tried. Her tongue feels heavy as she speaks, “When the Dark Mother rises and calls upon the Elder God Chthon, the skies shall turn green and the end of time draw near,” she swallows harshly. That is not a name she wanted to hear again, “The Lovers, born from the Mother, the Hunter and from Chthon, the Witch, are bound by eternity. Only when the Hunter walks in the Light and the two Lovers join will the apocalypse fall.”

Wanda feels her blood run cold. She was a witch created by Chthon, perhaps the witch created by Chthon, but that is not a reality she wants. She can feel everyone’s eyes on her now that she’s done speaking and she looks up, “No.” She says simply, placing the photograph back on the table. Agatha frowns, “I know you may not like it, but this is not just a fairytale in the Darkhold, Wanda. Lilith has already risen and if we have any hope of stopping her we need you.”

When Wanda stays silent, Agatha continues, “The change in the ley lines that I was sensing is from the dark energy that Lilith radiates. Although she has only been on our plane for a few days, she has been able to manipulate the ley lines completely without even trying. Her strength is something that I fear will only grow if we do not act in time. I have not been able to pinpoint her exact location, but I have at least reached out to the Hunter. I know this is a big favor to ask, but it’s not just Wanda that we need. If we are to fight off Lilith’s army and save this universe, we are going to need the Avengers' help.”

“I am not a character in Chthon’s damned book, I am a person, Agatha!” Wanda snaps. She feels like a teenager acting out against her mother, but when she heard that this Hunter had already been contacted she couldn’t help her little outburst. She has no interest in fulfilling anything that book has to prophesize because prophecy be damned, she is not letting Him tell her who she is anymore. She turns on her heel and walks out of the room before Agatha can get another word in, she doesn’t want to hear it.

“Looks like Vision here’s not your real loverboy!” Tony jokes, “hope this one’s handsome.. And a little less metal!” He calls out to her as he watches her storm out of the room. He has to stifle a laugh when she raises her right hand and gives him the middle finger. Natasha rolls her eyes, “Don’t be an ass, Tony,” before she follows behind the witch.

Wanda hates that how she's been feeling for the past couple of weeks seems to be explained so simply in two sentences of that stupid book. “The Lovers, what a joke,” she mumbles to herself. Things with Vision have never felt exactly right, but she didn't think anything was supposed to feel that way. These past couple of weeks, though, have felt increasingly not right. So maybe she's been avoiding him both at the compound and at the tower… and she's been requesting specifically not to be teamed up with him if it could be helped.

She had been chalking it up to the fact that even though she loves Vision, she just doesn't love him like that and she'd just been happy to know that someone would always be on her side. Tony’s comment struck a nerve. She knows he was only teasing, but he was right. She did want something a little less… metal and a little more human. She just hates to think that her feelings are not her own and that somehow, some way, she'd been influenced by that damned book.

That does not, however, mean that she wants this Hunter person.

She lets out another little huff before walking into her room, slamming the door shut but not locking it. She knew the red headed assassin would be following her and she'd never say no to a little comfort from one of her favorite people.

The Avengers compound, not tower, you realize as you drive up the unnecessarily long driveway. It’s been two days since you received the letter from Agatha and perhaps you took a little longer than you needed to get here, but for some reason, you think the witch might have predicted that. You have the stupid envelope in your hand with the picture and the note, slightly crumpled because you might have balled it up and thrown it in an attempt to forget about it.

It clearly didn’t work, though, because here you are. As you step out of the car, a black Ford Bronco you might be a little too proud of for someone who could snap their fingers and create a portal to wherever they wanted to go. The words of the prophecy float around in your mind as you walk towards the compound. The Hunter. That was you, wasn’t it? According to Agatha it was. And if you were the Hunter, then your mother was the Dark Mother and she planned on bringing about the end of the world. What a wonderful family tree so far. You can’t help but think that your actions these past 10 years might have aided in the resurrection of your mother. You shake your head, that is not something you need to think about right now.

Instead, you think about what little you know of your mother. Your mother has always been a mysterious figure in your life. The only experiences you have with her are in your dreams and you don’t really think that counts towards actually knowing your mother. Even if it did, you hadn’t had that type of dream in at least 8 years. You know that she died when you were a child and that no one ever wanted to let her around you or give you the chance to meet her. You have no memories of being with her, you could have been plucked from her arms as soon as you were born for all you know.

You remember hearing hushed conversations between Agatha and… someone else when you were still living with her about how your mother was growing ‘worse’ each day and that the situation was ‘getting more out of control’, but you don’t remember anything specific about what was worse and out of control. You guess this may have been what they feared happening. Everyone always seemed to fear your mother– or you turning into your mother. The teachers at the Xavier school certainly did. Not that it matters much to you, your feelings towards her are practically non-existent. She was absent, how else were you supposed to feel besides nothing?

Before you can get to the door, it’s opening and Agatha is stepping out, “Y/N, dear, I’m glad you got my letter.” She looks exactly the same as when you last saw her, if not a little older, but she certainly does not look like she’s aged 15 years. Your movements stop for just a second before you take a deep breath and continue walking towards her, “Agatha.” You nod in greeting, slipping the envelope into your back pocket and then crossing your arms over your chest. “Would you mind explaining what exactly you expect of me right now?”

“You’ve certainly grown since the last time I saw you.” She smiles and motions for you to follow her inside. She ignores your question just like she ignored Wanda’s as she begins walking with you in tow. “I assume you’ve read my note and looked at the photograph. Do you know what the book is telling you?” She glances at you and you let your arms fall to your sides before settling your hands in the front pockets of your jeans as you walk. “Yes… no, maybe? I’m not sure,” you’re not sure why you’re talking to Agatha so easily, like all these years haven’t passed, but you think you like the familiarity, “It’s a prophecy of sorts, correct? I got the gist of what it meant, but I don’t even know what language that is let alone what the words actually say. I just… understood somehow.”

Agatha hums and takes a mental note of how similar yours and Wanda’s answers were. You two may not be happy to meet each other, but the universe has always meant for you to be together, and to her this was just another piece of evidence to support that theory. This may go better than she expected. “Yes, dear. Your mother… Lilith, she wasn’t always destined for this path, but the Darkhold got her before I could stop it. I had always feared this day would come, but when she died, I assumed it wouldn’t be something you ever had to worry about. It was foolish of me, I know that now. I should have kept you with me, to prepare you for this if nothing else, and I will always regret that, but now we must face the consequences.”

You stay silent as you let her speak, afraid that if you say something it might be out of anger, something you’ve learned not to let consume you. Instead, you take in the information she’s giving you, trying to understand what exactly is so dire that she contacted you out of the blue like this. And trying not to think about the fact that you wish she had contacted you because she wanted to, not because she had to.

Agatha continues, “This, of course, makes you the Hunter. You are Lilith’s only child and one of the only people that can put a stop to her. I understand that this is a lot to take in, but I really do think that stepping into the Light, even if only for this, will be something you won't regret.”

“As opposed to all the other things I've done and regretted?” You bite back before taking a breath, “don't… answer that. Alright, let's do this, shall we?”

All heads turn towards you as you enter the war room, as Agatha had called it and you let your eyes scan over every person individually, none of them give you the impression of a witch. You wonder where she could be, you assumed she'd just be waiting in here like everyone else seemed to be. “Where is she exactly?” You tilt your head inquisitively and look around.

“Oh, this is rich,” laughs a man who looks to be about 6-feet tall before he presses the button and calls from someone named Wanda. The Witch, you can only assume. ”Tony Stark. Billionaire, ex-playboy, philanthropist.” He introduces himself, and you give him an apprehensive look before nodding slightly. “Y/N, I'm not any of those.”

“You're the Hunter, though, right? I'm just gonna call you Hunter.” And you only sigh in response, you weren't aware that any of the Avengers were this arrogant… or annoying. As a way to defuse any tension before it's created, the rest of the Avengers begin introducing themselves before Natasha walks into the room. She gives you a slow once over before giving a small nod, “Hm.” and then she's walking over to lean against the wall. She sounds almost impressed. Of what, you have no idea.

It's only a few moments later that Wanda walks into the room and you turn your head to look at her. The Witch. You can sense it, the energy she radiates. The two of you make eye-contact, Wanda frozen in her spot as she sees you, for what seems like an eternity before it's interrupted by the annoying voice of Tony Stark, “turns out your new loverboy isn’t a boy at all, Maximoff! How funny is that?”

Wanda tears her eyes away from you and fights the urge to roll them, “Very funny, Stark.” She crosses her arms over her chest, “you’re the Hunter?” She doesn’t really have to ask, she already knows the answer. As soon as she laid eyes on you, she knew exactly who you were. She could feel it was you, just like you could feel it was her, and suddenly she's reminded exactly why you're here. Not by chance or coincidence, but because of some damned prophecy. She hates that stupid book and its stupid prophecies and she hates that she can tell you’re destined for each other even before you’ve spoken to her.

Your tongue darts out to wet your lips and you take a breath, the Scarlet Witch is not exactly what you were expecting her to be, “yes, but my name is Y/N in case you’d like to use it,” you give a side glance to Tony as you say your name, but he just makes a face. Perfect, it seems that name is never going to leave you.

Wanda was… breathtaking. If this were any other situation, you’re sure you would have made the decision to court her regardless of any consequences. Unfortunately, given the circumstances, you’re not sure whether that feeling is because it’s something you truly feel or because some strange book told you to. You were called the Lovers, after all. Still, you can’t deny how beautiful Wanda is.

“Alright, Y/N. I’m Wanda,” she knows that you know already, but it felt awkward not to introduce herself as well. She takes a second to ask her next question, because it’s not something she wants to talk about at all, really, “I suppose you know about the prophecy?”

#alice's series !#alice's fics !#wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x you #scarlet witch x you #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch imagine

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korasonata · 1 year

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Headcanon about the Life Series members remembering whichever season they won, but it also extends to their partners in varying degrees.

Grian won 3rd Life, so he remembers that season fully. He was partnered with Scar, so Scar ALSO remembers, but Scar didn’t WIN, so he doesn’t remember quite as clearly. There’s gaps in his memory, but he remembers some things. He remembers Grian, bits and pieces of their life together. He remembers Monopoly Mountain, and he remembers fire. He remembers leading Grian through the desert on a llama, but he doesn’t remember how the two had come to be partnered. He remembers Pizza, and he remembers a grave, but he doesn’t remember how they died. He remembers a pond, a sacrifice, a promise. He remembers a cactus ring, and he remembers Grian covered in blood, and he remembers the words “I’m sorry” spoken from his own lips like a broken sob, and then he remembers pain. So much pain…

Scott won Last Life, but he was partnered with Pearl and Cleo. Scott remembers fully. Cleo and Pearl, like Scar, only remember fragments. Pearl remembers Scott the clearest. She remembers holding his hand and staring into his eyes. She remembers the house they shared and their walls filled with lava. She doesn’t remember the circumstances that had led Cleo to them, but she remembers the woman holding her in her arms. She vaguely remembers someone shooting at her, a dark figure that was familiar and not. She remembers Cleo covered in arrows, the woman stooping down to hold her, to soothe her, and she remembers feeling scared and yet…safe. Protected.

Cleo doesn’t remember her time in the Fairy Fort, but she remembers BigB, a knife in her back, a sense of betrayal, a burning forest. And she remembers Pearl and Scott taking her in. She remembers Scott giving her a life, she remembers Pearls dance floor. She remembers Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss. She gets very vague flashes of this person she doesn’t recognize. A woman with pink hair on a path, running away from her. She thinks the woman afraid of her, has very vague memories of herself wanting the woman to be afraid of her, although she doesn’t know why. She thinks she remembers being angry, but above all else, she remembers being sad.

Pearl won Double Life, and by extension Scott. But Scott was partnered with Cleo. Who was ALSO kind of bound to Martyn. Scott remembers the most. He remembers Cleo, obviously, but he also remembers a red cloak and a lone wolf. He remembers Pearl, but not why he had left her to start with. He doesn’t remember that he was the reason that she had become the Scarlet Witch. He remembers feeling bitter, and he remembers feeling resentment. He remembers cold. So much cold. He remembers a dying Cleo, and he remembers TNT. He remembers a self sacrifice.

The only thing Cleo remembers is wolves. Hundreds of wolves chasing her, like a recurring nightmare that keeps her awake every night. Wolves and a single flash of scarlet like a streak of blood through the trees. Aside from this, Cleo gets feelings. Like when you recognize the face of a stranger on the street but you don’t know their name or where you might recognize them from, but you just know you’ve met them before. She functions off of vibes, and for reasons she can’t explain she tends to know when someone is lying to her or when someone is untrustworthy. She remembers Scott vaguely, but doesn’t really know the full extent of their relationship, only that he feels comfortable and familiar. Like an old friend she had once knew.

Martyn also gets feelings, but in reverse. Like a completely random sense of de ja vu that seems to not make any sense to him at all. Unlike Cleo who might see a random stranger on the street and recognize their face, he has no recognition of anything. Like passing someone whom he does not know or recognize and then suddenly getting a “this has happened before” vibe. He might see flashes of the person, but he doesn’t connect that they are the same. Every now and then he’ll be out with his friends laughing and joking around and then out of the blue he’ll start to feel lonely, even when surrounded by the people he loves, and he can’t pinpoint why.

Martyn wins Limited Life, and by extension Scott. Scott remembers water and coral, hundreds of sea creatures swimming through the ocean. He remembers Martyn. Remembers begging the man to kill him, but not why. He has very vague memories of Cleo in this, him giving her time, but not much else. He remembers an army chasing him, and he remembers a fall. And then he remembers water again. He has vague memories of alliances turned bad, and he remembers Martyn threatening those who would cause him harm. He remembers feeling loved, and then he remembers betrayal. He remembers Martyn standing over him with a sword, but for the life of him, he cannot remember ever seeing it coming.

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weemssapphic · 11 months

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in my head (series)

Chapter Ten: Happy Together?

Larissa Weems x f!reader

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words: ~2.6k, ao3 link

chapter-specific warnings/content: none really, mentions of alcohol, mentions of wenclair

chapter summary: A surprise visit from Enid leads to a heartfelt conversation. Reader would love nothing more than to ask Larissa on a proper date.

A/N: After some planning and some plotting, it seems there will be two more chapters after this one - we're nearing the end and I've updated the total number of chapters in the series page on tumblr and on ao3 to reflect that (although I do reserve the right to change my mind if my writing takes me in another direction). There are a few minor things I want to wrap up, and I can't resist just giving these two a little fluff as they feel out the change in relationship. Anyway, let's get into it, I hope you enjoy!

The rest of your Sunday was spent in Larissa’s quarters. The relationship you’d shared before had given you immense joy - now, this newfound realization of Larissa’s feelings towards you was nothing short of catharsis.

You spent the morning holding the blonde close, basking in the warmth and safety that her touch provided you. Eventually, when your stomach had growled for the third time and Larissa’s teasing had become relentless, the two of you set about scrounging Larissa’s kitchen for some scraps to eat - though you eventually settled on ordering take-out, which you ate sitting knee to knee on the floor of Larissa’s living room.

You hadn’t broached the subject of feelings or the future of… whatever this was again, wanting to keep the day light after an emotional start. But the knowledge that your feelings were returned, that Larissa could want something more from your relationship, filled you with a warmth that you carried with you back to your own quarters that night, and that gently lulled you to sleep, your thoughts full of Larissa Weems.

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“You and Principal Weems are such a cute couple!”

You heard the bubbly girl’s excited squeal before you saw her - then there was a flurry of blonde hair bounding towards you, stopping just shy of your desk.

Enid beamed at you, looking almost like an exact personification of the heart-eyes emoji in her excitement. “How long have you guys been together?”

“Woah, woah, slow down, Enid,” you laughed, closing your laptop and turning your attention fully towards your student. “Principal Weems and I aren’t together.”

Enid raised an eyebrow at you and you continued hastily. “Not really anyway, we’re still figuring things out.”

“Oh come on, you guys are totes in love. I ran a poll on my blog about the cutest couple at the Rave’N and you guys won. Unanimously!”

“Miss Sinclair!” You felt yourself turn scarlet, which only made Enid grin wider. “Must I remind you that I am still your teacher?”

“Sorry, Ms. Y/L/N!” She raised her hands in mock-surrender. “We just don’t have many other open sapphic couples at Nevermore right now. You and Weems? You guys would be, like, the school’s power couple.”

You couldn’t help the smile that crept up on your face at the young werewolf’s enthusiasm. At least you hoped that you and Larissa could one day be Nevermore’s ‘power couple’ - you kind of liked the idea.

“Is there a particular reason you came to see me during my office hours, Enid, or did you just want to pester me about my personal life?” you asked, still smiling.

Enid began to roll back and forth on the balls of her feet, her gaze flitting briefly about the room before landing back on your own. “I think I messed up with Wednesday,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Oh, Enid. Come, sit.” You stood and pulled a chair up to your desk, allowing the girl to join you. “What makes you think you messed up?”

“I don’t know, she won’t talk to me! I thought everything was fine at the Rave’N but then I tried to kiss her and now she’s avoiding me. She won’t even look at me!” Enid worked herself up further and further the more she spoke, her lower lip beginning to wobble.

“Have you tried talking to her about it?”

Enid huffed. “I tried but she keeps avoiding me. Can’t you just read her mind and tell me what she’s thinking? Please?”

“I don’t think anyone wants to read Wednesday Addams’ mind,” you chuckled, but your gaze softened at the earnest distress written across the werewolf’s face. “Enid, you know I can’t do that.”

She nodded, sighing sadly. “I know… But how am I supposed to talk to her if I’ve barely seen her since the Rave’N?”

“You’re roommates, she can’t avoid you forever. At some point you’ll have to see her again, and then you can talk to her. Maybe you can catch her after class - I know you two have botany together.”

“How did you and Principal Weems handle it?”

“Principal Weems and I aren’t…” You let out a heavy sigh. “You might not want to use me and Principal Weems as an example.”

“Why not? You guys look so happy together… I want that.” Enid’s pout reminded you a bit of Larissa - it tugged at your heart.

“I’ll let you in on a little secret.” You smiled conspiratorially and leaned towards her. “Principal Weems and I started off as friends too, just like you and Wednesday. But things got kind of complicated for a bit, and it hurt both of us. A lot.”

Enid’s brows knit together in confusion and she cocked her head to the side, waiting for you to continue.

“You know why? Because we didn’t talk to each other. I really liked her, but I was too scared to tell her. And she was too scared to tell me that she liked me, too. So I know it’s really scary to tell Wednesday how you feel about her and have the potential of her rejecting you - but it’s going to hurt so much worse if you don’t tell her. And sometimes, it might be better to have a talk before you try to kiss her.” The irony of your advice wasn’t lost on you - hell, it might’ve been a lot easier for you if you hadn’t slept with Larissa before admitting to your feelings. But perhaps you could save Enid the trouble of making the same mistakes.

“But are you and Principal Weems okay now?”

You smiled. “I think so. And you and Wednesday will be okay, too. The girl’s one complicated piece of work but I can tell she cares about you - I don’t think she would’ve gone to the Rave’N with anyone else.”

Enid nodded hesitantly, cheeks flushing.

“Thanks, Ms. Y/L/N.” Then she rose from her chair and opened her arms - you mirrored her movements and hugged her tightly, matching the ferocity at which she squeezed you and only pulling back when she loosened her grip.

“Anytime, Enid. Thank you for coming to me with this.” You hoped Enid would have the courage to talk to Wednesday about her feelings - you hoped even more that you were right and Wednesday cared enough not to shut her out entirely.

Enid’s smile was back in place as she turned to leave your classroom.

“Keep me updated!” you hollered after her, falling back into your chair.

~~~

“Keep you updated on what?” Marilyn asked, entering your classroom as Enid disappeared from sight.

“Just a personal situation,” you replied. “What’s up?”

“What’s up? I should be asking you that. How’d it go?” Marilyn was grinning from ear to ear as she stepped up to your desk, placing both hands on the surface and leaning in eagerly.

“What are you referring to?” you asked cooly, playing idly with a pen that lay around on your desk, though the blush that warmed your cheeks gave you away in an instant.

The redhead rolled her eyes. “You know exactly what I’m referring to, Y/N. How are things with Larissa?”

“Good, I think.” You shrugged, lips curling up into a smile as you dropped your gaze absentmindedly to your desk.

“Just good? That’s all you’re going to give me?”

“We’re still figuring things out, okay? But that really was a lovely song you had the DJ play when we were cleaning up - thanks for that.”

“Someone had to do it. When are you seeing her again?”

“Oh.” You paused, stilling in your fidgeting with the pen. When were you going to see her again? You hadn’t addressed that, you just assumed… “I don’t know, actually. I thought I’d probably see her around school anyway.”

Marilyn looked at you incredulously and you felt a twinge of guilt swirl around in your stomach. “What?”

“The two of you are hopeless.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ask her out! If you don’t do it, I’ll do it for you.” Marilyn reached over the desk to grab your phone. You tried to stop her, but you weren’t fast enough - she held your phone just out of your reach, a devilish grin on her face.

“Don’t you dare,” you whispered.

She took a step back, unlocking your phone - you cursed yourself internally for having given her your passcode once while you were driving her into Jericho - and scrolling through your contacts.

“Marilyn,” you warned.

She began to type, sounding out the words as she went. “My dearest Larissa-”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you grumbled, standing and moving around the desk, reaching desperately for your phone.

“It would be be my utmost honor if you were to-”

“If I tell you I’ll go to her office right now and ask her, will you stop?”

Marilyn raised an eyebrow. “Right now?”

“Yes,” you huffed.

“Here.” She passed you your phone back and you glanced at the screen, rolling your eyes as you realized she’d only been typing in your Notes app. Well played, Marilyn, well played.

~~~

After wrapping things up in your classroom, you parted ways with the redhead, who reminded you of your promise with a cheeky smile. You headed towards Larissa’s office, a nervous excitement bubbling up within you. Knocking on the door, you poked your head in.

Larissa sat behind her desk, engrossed in her work - she was reading something on her laptop, chewing away at her bottom lip as she scrolled. Her head shot up when she heard the door open, and a beaming smile spread across her face when she locked eyes with you.

“Hey, you got a minute?”

“Of course, darling, come in.” Larissa’s voice was warm, bordering on sultry, and you slipped inside the office, closing the door behind you. “I was just finishing up here - would you mind waiting by the fireplace for me?”

“Sure.” You took a detour by Larissa’s desk to press a soft kiss to her lips - the little squeak of surprise that the blonde let out before reciprocating the kiss made you feel you could melt straight into the floorboards with adoration.

Crossing to the little sofa by the fireplace and plopping down, you kicked your shoes off and tucked your feet underneath yourself. You listened as Larissa began typing rhythmically away at her keyboard, allowing your eyes to fall shut.

After a few minutes, the typing ceased and there was a soft click as her laptop was closed. Heels clicked on the hardwood floors, stopping just behind you, then gentle hands came to rest on your shoulders and began carefully kneading the muscles at the base of your neck.

You groaned softly, tilting your head forward to give Larissa further access to your neck and back. Her thumbs worked at the tense muscles, the intimacy of her touch melting away all of the day’s pent up stress.

Her fingers stilled in their ministrations and you whined softly, but then pillowy lips attached to the side of your neck, placing open mouthed kisses to the sensitive flesh. Warm breath caressed your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps and causing a shiver to run down your spine, all the way to your toes.

You turned your head to the side, desperate to feel those soft lips upon your own. Larissa could sense what you were searching for and pressed her lips to yours. The kiss was languid, sensuous, affectionate - you reveled in the safety that it wrapped you in.

“Could I entice you into sharing a bottle of wine with me?” Larissa murmured against your lips as she pulled back ever so slightly.

“I could be convinced,” you mumbled, chasing her lips with your own.

Larissa chuckled and pulled away, crossing her office to fetch a bottle and two glasses. She filled the glasses generously and handed you one, settling next to you on the sofa.

“What brings you by today?” Larissa’s eyebrow was raised, her voice light and filled with humor.

“Do I need a reason to stop by?” You grinned at her, taking a sip of your wine.

“Not at all.” Larissa’s eyes glittered as she regarded you fondly over the rim of her glass. The way she looked at you through mascara-coated lashes - cheeks rosy, painted lips pulled into an affectionate smile - was different from how she used to look at you. Unbridled. Unguarded. There was no hiding the emotions that she displayed freely on her face - it was a new level of openness that you swore to never take for granted.

Larissa’s lips moved and you were so mesmerized by them that you missed the words that came out.

“Darling?” Larissa’s shoulders began to shake with mirth. “Are you with me?”

You suddenly felt warm all over as a blush spread across your cheeks.

“Larissa?” You weren’t sure why you were feeling nervous all of a sudden - it was clear Larissa harbored at least some sort of romantic feelings for you, so you didn’t think she’d say no, but you found your stomach fluttering anyway.

“Hmm?” Larissa’s smirk never left her face as she watched you struggle for words.

“Do you think maybe… I thought it would be nice if…” Way to be eloquent, you thought to yourself, cringing internally. Your mouth suddenly felt so dry. “Would you like to go on a date with me? An actual date?”

Larissa’s smirk turned into a bashful smile - her reply came out breathy and soft. “Yes. I would like that very much.”

“Cool… cool.” You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Larissa seemed to notice this, her confidence growing.

“You seem nervous,” she teased, placing a hand on your knee and scooting closer to you.

“A little,” you breathed.

“Do I make you nervous?” Her voice was sultry, her eyes half-lidded, and you weren’t sure if it was the wine or her hand at the hem of your skirt but you felt dizzy.

“A little,” you mumbled, your eyes falling to her lips - plump, soft, warm, inviting lips, that curled up at the outer corners and parted slightly to reveal brilliant white teeth. You felt her hand inch up your skirt, caressing your inner thigh, and desire began to thrum within you.

Your phone began to buzz in your pocket - you tried to ignore it but it wouldn’t stop, and you let out a frustrated huff and pulled it out just enough to glance at it.

Marilyn: Well?! Marilyn: How’d it go? Marilyn: Did you ask her?

You smiled in spite of yourself and looked up to see Larissa’s questioning gaze upon you. You tilted the phone to show her the messages, your heart doing a somersault when she let out a tinkling laugh.

Larissa smirked. “So how did it go?”

“I’d say well,” you whispered breathlessly.

Larissa laughed, cupping your cheek and pressing a kiss to your lips. “So when do I get the honor of accompanying you on this date?”

“How’s Saturday?”

“Saturday is perfect.” The smile that you received was blinding - you still couldn’t believe you were lucky enough to be the recipient of such a beautiful, heartfelt smile. “Will it be a surprise again?”

You felt your cheeks heat at the memory of your definitely not a date, date. “If you want it to be.”

“You know I didn’t think I enjoyed being surprised all that much but when it’s by you, I find I quite adore the mystery.” Her hand was still on your cheek, her thumb brushing against your lip, and you realized just then how thoroughly screwed you were. This woman had you wrapped around her little finger - you would do anything for her, you realized.

“Then a surprise it shall stay.”

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Temple of the Forbidden Eye (3)

Indiana Jones x OC

Series Summary: The relationship between student and teacher is strictly professional, or at least it should be. He’s never met his match in archeological intelligence, and if he ever does, it might drive him to do something stupid.

A/n: since indy came out this weekend, here’s a veeeery long chapter to suffice your indy needs

Warnings: oh boy… bullying, good ol’ fashioned misogyny, mentions of past abuse, mentions of blood and bruises (not explicitly), like.. one swear word.

(Co-written by the lovely @theatrelove3000 you guys should go give her a follow)

The late night work became a regular occurrence, along with her occupying the guest room for those nights. She was always gone when Dr. Jones woke up. It concerned him at first, but he figured she just didn't want to be a burden, not that she ever was. The more time he spent around her, the more it became obvious to him that she tried her best to take up as little space as she possibly could.

Since her presence in his home became a regular event, he started keeping food stocked. He made it very clear that he did it for her benefit and she was welcome to anything he has. This led to her making dinner for the both of them often while they worked. He would bring whatever they had been working on with him and set it up on the breakfast counter connected to the rest of his kitchen. She would read between steps or they'd talk about whatever the work was. He came to enjoy these times, even if it was only subconsciously.

Of course, spending as much time with him as she was, it was bound to come back around to bite her. The rumors started relatively quickly. She was able to handle rumors; they'd unfortunately been a major part of her life growing up, and mostly just drew attention from those stupid enough to believe them. That didn't mean she enjoyed the staring, though. She much preferred when she was more or less invisible to her peers and professors. She knew they looked before, that was fine. They were surprised to see a woman in their fancy, expensive classes, let alone one who wears trousers. She didn't mind those looks. Those looks at least were respectful enough to look away when she caught them. Those looks were only because they were shocked to have seen something of her nature…

Now, it's different. Now, they don't look away when she sees them looking. Instead, they throw daggers with their eyes and whisper to each other as she passes. She has had things like this happen before but never for her own decisions. It is different when one makes the choice to continue doing the thing everyone is gossiping about. It made everything more… obvious to her.

Scarlet was many things; traits that she knew she had and traits that people who she entrusted told her she had. Paranoid was not on the list of said traits. She had never had a reason to be paranoid. Perhaps she did now. Jealousy can make a person do terrible things, especially when the person believes they are more entitled to whatever the object of their envy has. Boys don’t like when they are shown up by girls who are supposedly smarter than they are. Little rich boys hate it more than anything else in the world.

The twenty-some year old college goers who sat in front of and across her in Professor Jones’ class, only looking behind or to the side of them when he called on her for every question he asked the students. She was smart, but they all had reason to believe he was favoring her over one thing. Her good looks and time available after school. Everyone had heard about their little arrangement, with her as his ‘apprentice’ though she had never done any work in the field. It all seemed too suspicious for a young girl to be residing at her Professor’s home every other day. Her test scores didn’t lie, but the boys in the class did not exactly have access to those. They only saw what was right in front of their eyes, and it looked to them like a scandal. Teacher’s pet, the favorite of them all. She had what they couldn’t have. They couldn’t possibly look at their own merit and decide that it was the real reason for their lacking, so they insisted it must be the fact that she was getting special attention.

There were two boys in particular, that were especially miffed about her enhanced situation. They had discussed it with one another and took it upon themselves to be the voice of reason, deciding it would be best if she were brought down a few pegs. Just enough to be sure that she wouldn’t feel as high and mighty anymore.

They waited by the glass case of school awards in the hallway closest to Professor Jones’ classroom, pretending to be in full conversation whilst their colleagues walked by. Some of them entered the class, completely unaware of what the foolish boys planned to do.

Down the hall came Scarlet Ledger, accompanied by none other than Henry Jones. No other heads were turned as they walked, however, for it was a rather busy time of day, and the students were more focussed on getting to their next class, rather than who they saw in the way of their destination. Last night, they had gone over a series of notes from an old friend of his, who was unable to finish an expedition on an artifact he’d spent years preparing to find. Having received the journals and maps from the retired associate was like being handed the answers to a test. It was all there, and all he had to do now was go out and find it. She had been helping him to figure out the little details, and now the discussion was if she would be joining him or not on this wild endeavor. He, of course, claimed it was too dangerous for a first timer to be brought along on such an elaborate journey.

“You should start with something more local, like I did,” he turned to her, trying to convey that he did not think her unable, but only inexperienced in the field thus far to take on something so big.

“It’s not like I’m going alone,” she replied with a small laugh. He made it sound like she would be single handedly making the trek to the treasure. It was a silly notion to think that he was so worried, when he himself was running point on the entire thing. “Not to overestimate you Professor Jones, but I believe you have the ability to defend me if the need should arise. Not that I think it will, I’ll only be assisting you when needed, hence the title of ‘Apprentice.’”

His chuckle was combated by the shake of his head. He knew that eventually he would be giving in to her, because she had this trait of arguing, and just plainly talking her way into something she hadn’t been a part of before. It was often infuriating, but he never walked away from a challenge, even one he knew there was no chance of winning.

“We’ll talk more after school,” he said, temporarily ending the conversation and walking ahead of her to his classroom. She stopped in her tracks, smiling like a ten year old school girl that was about to be on summer vacation.

He curved his steps, stepping into the doorway and out of her vision. She usually lingered in the hallway for a few moments, as to avoid the stares when she walked in precisely after he did. It sounded ridiculous that she would even make such efforts, but she made the decision consciously, and it often worked.

She kicked her heels over the ground and clutched her books tightly to her chest, wandering about for a few seconds more. She took steps towards the door, but collided with two young men, and had to back away quickly.

“I’m so sorry,” she looked to the floor, where one of the boy’s papers had been dropped. She knelt quickly and grabbed them before the breezy open hallway could send them fluttering about. She stood back up to face them with a smile, handing the shorter boy his papers back. “You’ll have to excuse me, I’m afraid I’m a bit clumsier than usual.”

They didn’t say anything, just stood there and stared at her. Strange boys, she thought. She attempted to simply nod and pass around them, but the taller one blocked her way, making himself like a brick wall between her and her favorite class.

“Pardon me,” she said sweetly, trying once more to walk around him but failing to do so when the other boy decided to also stand in her way. She was peeved, but wouldn't show it on her face. “Gentlemen, I am very sorry for bumping into you, but I really need to get to my class.”

“Hear that, Jim? She really needs to get to her class,” the taller boy said tauntingly. She furrowed her brow, misunderstanding why they could possibly have the need to bother her at this precise moment. She recognized them, they sat in front and across from her. Shouldn’t they also be running along to be seated in time?

“I think Professor Jones can do without his pet for a few minutes,” the other one spoke with a humorless chuckle. It was clear to her now that they had meant to hold her up, and probably to start a scuffle. These boys were obviously clued into the rumors and false gossip that spread through the halls, but actually having the balls to instigate a fight over it was a rarity.

“Please, if you could just let me pass,” she tried once more to barrel through the small gap between them, but they shoved her back, and she tumbled to the side a little from the force. She readjusted her grip on her books, trying to compose her posture once more. This all seemed so juvenile, like they would be the school bullies on an elementary school playground.

“No, I don’t think I will,” one laughed, taking a step closer to her with crossed arms, the other followed. It was beginning to make her feel uneasy, and her usually confident stature was caving in upon being forced into a corner.

As uneasy as the boys made her, she still tried her best to talk her way out. “Honestly, gentlemen. What are we, children? We all have a class to attend. I doubt you want to be late and risk missing important material.”

“I’ll take my chances,” the taller one said as he took a step closer.

Henry was nothing if not observant, and furthermore, he was intricately observant. When the pair of boys walked into his class three minutes late, along with the fact that his best student was still missing from the crowd, he was able to deduce that something happened in the short time he was separated from her, and it involved the two of them. He didn’t know how, but he was quite sure. It was also notable that the two young men were the ones that sat closest to her in the room. She didn’t have a deskmate, for obvious reasons, so the fact that they were in the near vicinity also made him think that they were involved somehow. She was never late, and she was never one to ditch a class of any kind, much less her favorite.

“Looking for someone?” one of the students asked, clearly referencing the teacher’s pet. It was funny, or at least the rest of the class thought so, breaking into small fits of quiet giggles that filled the classroom. Henry was far from amused, and did not even hesitate to ask about his prized student.

“Has anyone seen Miss Ledger?”

The question reverberated against the walls of the room, and made everyone quiet down. There was a hand that had been raised in the very back, it was the boy who had come in late, and sat directly across from Scarlett on most days. After being pointed at, the boy wore a proud look on his face, the expression was enough to send adrenaline coursing through Henry’s veins.

“I saw her in the hallway only a minute ago. She seemed to be going mad, something about needing to get home so she could find more trousers,” he said, his comedic tone indicating it may have been partially a joke. The classroom again erupted into muffled laughter, but the look on their professor’s face made them straighten up very quickly.

He wasn’t exactly worried over her, per se, but now very paranoid as to what really occurred in that hallway when he had left her there. She wouldn’t just miss a class for the reason of finding a new pair of trousers. She was his most dedicated student, and would walk through hell or high water to be in her seat by the time attendance was taken. It all just seemed too suspicious for his liking, and as annoyed as he was, he heaved a sigh, continuing his class.

“Everyone, pay attention,” he began, droning on all the notes he had prepared with Scarlet the evening before.

She did not leave his mind the entirety of his lesson, which made sense, given half the time he read from the papers, it was her perfect handwriting that was scrawled over the small lines. He was thankful for the release of the bell ringing through everyone’s ears when the hour was over. He only had two classes in the day, and once they were done, he was free to either sit in the Professor’s lounge, or go home. He’d much prefer to go home, considering the circumstances he’d been met with on this particular day. Avoiding the multitudes of female students as he left his office, he nearly ran to his car in the lot, trying his best not to seem like he was in a hurry. The rumors had been heard by his ears, too, and he didn’t want to give anyone fuel for the fire.

He got home fairly quickly, which was all well and good, but the thing was that he didn’t have the slightest clue of what to do with himself once he’d entered his front door. It seemed ridiculous for him to be acting this way, as he wasn’t even sure of what had happened, but he assumed it was nothing good. He tried to calm himself by sitting on the couch in his office, reading over some of the things they’d started marking out for the expedition. He had maybe distracted himself for an hour before his doorbell rang out.

He jumped from his seat, scattering the papers and taking large steps towards the door. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting to see when he opened the door, but the lovely image of Scarlet Ledger wearing a skirt was not on the list. She had made it more than clear in the time they spent together that she had a distaste for skirts because of some not very fond memories in her youth, and yet here she stood in a fitted tweed skirt that started high on her waist and fell just under her knees. Her sweater was the same cream one that she had been in earlier, but the skirt was not even close to her favorite chocolate brown trousers.

Pants are more comfortable, she always said, and they leave no room for impish schoolboys to mess around and flip them over your head when your back is turned.

His furrowed brows were uncontrollable, and it made her feel even worse about the situation than she already had. His eyes that scanned her up and down about three times more were not because of his dislike, but because of his shock. Truly, this was the last thing he ever thought he’d see her wear.

“Sorry I’m late,” she said, a cheerful smile as if nothing had happened that day. “May I come in?”

He shook his head to get rid of the nasty feeling, giving her a tight lip smile that was unconvincing next to the one he always gave her when she first arrived.

“I already started marking out the route on the map,” he said while stepping aside to let her in. Feeling the hem of her skirt brushing against his leg felt so strange, and he wasn’t sure if she was ever going to fess up to the reason why she was wearing it in the first place, but he wouldn’t bother her about it, yet.

“You were supposed to wait for me,” she sighed out, slightly disappointed that he hadn’t paid attention to her words from last night. It had been one of the things she was most excited about. The location had been found, but it was the journey to said location that would hold all the fun that was finding such an artifact.

“I didn’t think you were coming.”

At this she stopped, turning around and nervously looking him over. It didn’t seem like he knew anything, but she had to be sure.

“I always come after school,” she murmured, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Well sure, but when you didn’t show up to class, I had my doubts that you’d show up here,” he was nonchalant, but something inside him was irritated. That way she was so perfectly calm, much less while wearing a skirt. She didn’t seem to have any problem in the facts of her absence, and acted as though it never happened at all. “Speaking of which, I’d like to know why you missed my class?”

She stood awkwardly with her hands folded behind her back. She seemed very stiff, and he figured it must be the effects of her wearing the skirt. She seemed far less confident, boreline uncomfortable, which never happened in his presence. He’d made it clear what he thinks of her, and she’d never felt the need to mask her personality, nor her spunky attitude.

“Oh? Yes, I’m sorry to have worried you,” she paused, straightening up slightly before looking him in the eye as she lied to his face. “I was lingering in the hallway, and felt a bit nauseous, so I decided to stand outside for a minute. Unfortunately, there was a bump in the doorstep that I hadn’t seen before… I fell down and scuffed up my trousers, so I went home to change before walking here.”

The look of utter ‘this is horseshit’ on his face when she finished speaking was so evident, she had to look away in order to prevent herself from faltering. Truth be told, the thing he found most amusing was just how rehearsed the story had sounded. It was so well gone over in her head, and he could hear it in the evened spaces of her words.

“Is that the story you’re sticking with?” he tilted his head with an unconvinced expression.

She stopped for a second to think about her response, because clearly he wasn’t buying into any of this. She knew he wouldn’t, but the truth was far more embarrassing and she’d rather not have to retell the events of which she fell into this afternoon.

“It’s the one I have decided on, yes," she turns back to walk towards his office, choosing not to elaborate further. She decided that her response was good enough, and continued as if she wasn’t being incredibly vague and unconvincing.

He would get to the bottom of it, but if she was this defensive over what had happened, he would need to let her become comfortable again. She looked so out of place in a home she had resided in more than her own.

As they got started, he neglected to mention anything about the incident. He joined in the act of pretending all was well, but it didn’t settle her like he thought it might. As the night went on, she perhaps got even more tense than she was when she had arrived.

He watched her as she sat, decidedly uncomfortable in her attire. Her posture was not nearly as good as it normally was. Even when she is half asleep, she sits straight as an arrow, as if a string had been pulled through the entirety of her spine and was holding her up. Her shoulders were always back. It was so natural for her, that normally he would have thought a slumped and curved position was not possible.

Looking at her now, the best way he could describe her stature would be curled. She was curled in on herself. As though she was hiding, or protecting herself from something. It almost appeared that she was trying to shrink in on her already small form.

“Are you ready to talk about it now, or should I wait a little longer and make you a cup of tea?” Professor Jones tries his best to make his voice light and teasing, but the smile he has that often makes her grin back doesn’t even cause a twitch of her lips. Strange. She barely even glanced at him.

“Talk about what?” She just opens the file in front of her and starts to flip through it. She was clearly going to try and sweep it under the rug. He decided to let it go for now, hoping the work will distract them both enough to get back to normal. That is, until she shifts slightly and her skirt rides up her leg. Even through her stockings, he can see the bruise blossoming. Her knee was also partially skinned, the dried red that would become slightly scared was evident.

“Alright, I’m sorry,” he closed his book and tossed it aside, uncaring where it landed for the moment. “I was going to let it go, but now I can’t. What actually happened? And don't give me the ‘I tripped’ story again. You don’t get bruises on your lower thigh from tripping on a doorstep.”

Her face froze, and she shifted her skirt down to cover her knees again. It was too late to make up another story on the spot, not one convincing enough anyway. The best one she had come up with was the one he’d seen through the entire time. She sighed out and dropped her eyes to her hands. Her pride kept her from admitting what happened, because in her mind, nothing was more embarrassing than being treated the way she was for such unjustifiable reasons. She trusted her Professor, and he made her feel safe, but this was different. It concerned him.

Neither one of them had spoken about the circulating rumors, just let them hang in the air and ignored the stares from people as they walked by. Confronting the gossip meant that things might change, and she didn’t want them to. She was perfectly fine with the after school arrangement, the late nights that were ever so productive.

“There were two boys in the hallway that blocked me from getting to class,” she began, still looking down, and missing as his fist clenched against his palm. He knew those boys were up to no good, he’d been able to tell just by the way they walked in. “They shoved me into a corner and tried to get me to admit to… something. I denied it and they got upset, so they grabbed me by my pockets and tossed me to the ground. My trousers had gotten completely torn, and my leg was scuffed up, too.”

She rushed out the last of the words, and had to slowly even her breath so she wouldn’t cry. She’d cried her entire walk home, and decided after she changed that she wouldn’t cry over it again. It wasn’t like her to be so offended, but the things they said hurt more than the bruises and scrapes. She’d try and avoid telling him if she could, but of course, his curiosities were ever present.

“What did they try to get you to admit? You haven’t killed anyone, have you?” He said, his humor entering the scene even in this moment which was serious. She huffed a small laugh, feeling a bit better as she prepared herself for this next step. She needed to choose her words carefully, because what she said now would determine how things would go for the next several months.

“Professor, I think you may have been hearing rumors at school lately, ones concerning you and I,” she said slowly, watching for his reaction and eventually receiving a nod from him. Of course he’d heard the rumors, everyone had. She was surprised that the entire University faculty and staff hadn’t heard by now. “My classmates are convinced that because of such things that I am receiving special treatment.”

“You are receiving special treatment,” he reasoned, but she shook her head, and he gestured for her to continue.

“Not for doing the things they think I am,” she let out, the first tear escaping her eye, marking out a path on her cheek and dropping down to bleed a small stain onto her shirt. After that, more started following, and she couldn’t hold the choked sounds out of her voice any longer, either. “I have been called a lot of things in my life, most I can take, but for boys who claim to be gentlemen to corner me in a hallway and accuse me of prostituting myself for grades before throwing me down and calling me a whore is probably one of the worst feelings I’ve ever felt in my life.”

She instinctively did what she’d always done as a child. She sought comfort from outer warmth, from being touched. She wrapped her arms around herself and brought her knees to her chest, laying her chin atop her arms and closing her eyes tightly. She hated that she was breaking down here, in one of the only places she could seek comfort in, but thinking back to her horrible experience, and thinking that there could be plenty more ahead waiting for her was suffocating. She couldn’t help how pathetic she looked or sounded, though she’d like to bet she’ll regret it later.

She heard shifting in the room, and felt a dip in the couch beside her. She looked up to meet his eyes, and he placed a hand on her shoulder, using the other to take his glasses off and set them on the table. She had seen him without them before, as he usually discarded them when he grew tired, but she’d never been so close up to really see what he looked like without them. He looked younger, boyishly handsome.

“I’m sorry,” he was so soft spoken, and his eyes held so much compassion. He was a man in this field. He’d never had to deal with anything of this sort in his life, so he could never understand how devastating it must be to commit yourself to your studies and be treated like there was some ulterior motive, simply because of gender. He would never know how it feels to be called such things or be bullied over stupid jealousies. “I’ll make sure they get what they’re owed, alright?”

Immediately she turned to him with wide teary eyes, shaking her head rapidly. “No, please. If you involve yourself, It will only look worse.”

“I can’t just let it go. This is far more serious than you seem to be grasping-"

"Professor, I understand perfectly fine!"

"No, Scarlet, you clearly don't. What they did was wrong, no matter what reason they had," he pushes past the fact that he just called her by her first name. In every closeness they had by now achieved, that had been a line which wasn’t crossed until this moment.

His assertive tone made her straighten up her spine, and she forced onto her face a look of indifference. She knew he was only trying to help, but she would not let this get out of hand. She already earned a bad reputation on account of nothing but good natured studying and commitment to her field, and she would at some point have to draw the line as to where she stood in all of this.

“Professor Jones, I must insist that you do not say anything to the young men in your class. As much as I appreciate your willingness to help my case, I think it would be a bad idea to let you defend me, now.”

He seemed peeved, but not completely annoyed. Curious as he was to her reasoning, he felt it ridiculous to neglect his attempts. Why would she push away someone who was trying to help her?

“And why is that?”

She had to take a deep inhale in order to look him in the eye when she spoke her next words.

“Because they expect you to,” she was trying to convey the unspoken words to him as appropriately as possible, but of course, Henry was never as lady-like.

“Because they think we’re sleeping together.”

Well, bingo. He’d hit it right on the nose, and she had to duck her head to hide her flushed cheeks from his stone gaze. “Yes, that would be why.”

He sat back in his seat, looking at other objects in the room, and hoping they would help him to think about a solution. He couldn’t help but feel like this was a rather out of his hands situation. The students of his class had made up their minds about her, but maybe he could change that. Perhaps, he could expose the boys for their actions without calling on them directly.

“But we aren’t sleeping together.”

“No. We are not.” She tries hard to keep her voice level, though he can hear the slight catch in it. She’s still trying to hold back tears.

Henry sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Look,” he starts, “it’s one thing to be accused of something you aren’t doing when it’s only rumors. They crossed a line when they approached you physically, and there has to be a way to address it.”

Again, she looked scared, or at least rather uncomfortable with his suggestion. He hadn’t been finished though, and held up his hand to allow room to continue.

“I have a friend in the office who owes me a favor. He might be able to address them without anyone else knowing about it, or that you ever told me anything.”

This, she decided, was a solution worth trying for. Her subtle nod made him quirk a small smile from the corner of his mouth. He nodded once too, and squeezed her shoulder as he leaned further back into the couch. She had begun relaxing immediately after that, and he felt he’d done something right in all this.

She was only to be his student, but he could not deny he wanted to protect her from such things as these. He’s not always the kindest hearted person in the world, but he felt that perhaps he may have done the same for another girl in his class, as it was simply the right thing to do. He wasn’t so sure, though, that he would be so gentle and tender around her like he was now with Scarlett. He tread so delicately, because God help him, he cared so much about how she reacted to things. His attachment to what was only supposed to be his student had far surpassed what should be considered normal.

Never before had he ever had a ‘teacher’s pet’ or a ‘professor’s lackey’, but it was plain as day to anyone, now. Scarlett Ledger was his favorite student.

“Thank you,” she started smiling at him, now knowing that her reputation would not be further damaged, and her assaulters would receive punishment. There was also another reason. “For helping me.”

“It’s no problem. What they did is not acceptable from anyone in my class, their actions will have consequences.”

They settled it there, and continued on with the work being done. Papers littered the floor an hour later as they worked, and though the hour was late, there was still so much to be done before the expedition took place. The question of her going still hung in the balance, and she had hoped that with all the work and time she had devoted, and perhaps a bit of Henry’s guilt from this situation being caused, he would allow her to join him.

He had been sat on the floor by now, handing papers and notes he’d written down to her where she sat on the couch, but as he went over some journal entries of the dear friend of his that handed this adventure over to him, he neglected to realize that the soft shuffle of papers behind him, along with the quiet sound of a pencil moving had ceased. When he finished with the journal entry, he had marked the lines he had wanted her to see and was about to hand it over… but when he turned around, Scarlett had fallen into a restful sleep. Her head laid on the arm of the couch, and her arms wrapped around herself to keep warm without a blanket.

He knew that in the groove he fell into that he wouldn’t be able to sleep for several more hours, but he didn’t want to just leave her on the couch in his office as he ruffled about his work when there was a perfectly comfortable and warm bed in his spare room. Normally, he would wake her, have her walk to the room herself and ready for the night… but she had gone through a hard day, and this was the first time since this morning that he had truly seen her relaxed. It would be just cruel to make her leave her state of slumber when he was very capable of just transporting her himself.

He sighed and stood up, careful when he lifted her from the couch, and trying his best not to crash into anything or trip over the items on the floor when he moved between rooms. Thankfully, he made it safely into the spare room with little to no obstacles, and set her on the bed as gently as he could. He rid her of the shoes she wore before tucking her in beneath the sheets and duvet that used to remain untouched until her nighttime stays. She turned her head on the pillow, her brow furrowing a small bit when she faced him. He hoped she hadn’t woken up, otherwise he just spent meticulous time in carrying her all for nothing. She took in a deep breath before releasing it, and her face returned to normal. Her expression was bliss, and he found himself staring for longer than he would care to admit.

Standing here, a thought entered and left his mind in a fleeting manner. It simply came, and went… but caused him to think more. The thought in question? She’s so beautiful. It would bury him, that thought. He begged his mind to never think it again, but on that tangent, a whole new slew of thoughts along those lines began to pile in his head like dug up dirt.

He needed to leave the room, that would help.

“You’re gonna get me in some real trouble, kid.”

He walked out and back to his office, continuing to study his work, but finding that he retained no information on the account of his racing thoughts yet again. He sat back and raked a hand through his hair and down over his face before leaning forward to try and perhaps balance out all these intrusive thoughts with things he found annoying. He started with just a few things he often found to be peeving or invasive: She nags at him about the temperature he keeps his home, finding it too difficult to focus if she’s cold. She is constantly telling him how bad his handwriting is, hoping he will make an effort to write more legibly for her own sake. She reorganizes his work often, and it bothers him that he can’t find anything afterwards without her help. She raided his kitchen the first day she arrived, and mocked his eating habits while doing so… but in all fairness, she did make dinner and stop the work to allow time to eat. She had also been the one to help him arrange lessons when he was falling behind from other work. She was there to talk with him when he’d been stressed about the day from the events that occured. She was-

It was right then that he realized how truly and downright domestic their relationship had become. It washed over him in the most uncomfortable way, and clung to him like wet clothes on your back. He tossed the paper in his other hand to the floor and tried his best to make sense of any of it… but whenever he thought he was getting close to an answer it returned to bite him in the ass through a new slew of questions.

This type of thinking was dangerous. They had crossed so many lines that should never have been crossed without even realizing. He hadn’t wanted to believe there would ever be any weight to the rumors at the University, but sitting here alone in this room, having just tucked Scarlett into bed one room over, he suddenly felt completely and totally wrecked.

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darkdemeter · 3 months

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— TEASER —

Material is subject to change in post editing.

“SIREN, BE BOUND TO ME”

Read it here!

A/N: Ahhh ha ha... demie did a wee oopie?? WHAT?! I love pirates and the whole golden age of piracy - I'm just a period piece addict - okaaay? So here's a teaser for it because I don't have enough Bucky stuff, he's just got a series happening right now, in which, part 2 is in the works, our beloved mafia Bucket Bucky hasn't been abandoned! P.S: if you recognise that the writing style is a bit different, it's because I have moments where I write like this and then... it switches off. So I'm trying to get into the habit of keeping it consistent.

Semi-dark! Pirate! Bucky Barnes x Siren! Female Reader

— READER DISCRETION —

Nothing majorly triggering? — Pirate. Bucky. — possessive Bucky elements — light hinting of reader being a sort of fuck toy — pet names! ("little Siren") — Wanda's got magic in this au — FYI, reader is wearing a robe, so she ain't butt naked for the crew — I think that's it?

Enjoy the excerpt!

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Your gaze drops to the limb of his remaining flesh hand, the other limb itself brings an uncomfortable yet hazy familiarity, you dare not to look at it up close when in the awoken presence of his intimidating stature. Often you would question its being there and admire its raw and uniquely - strangely mystical - materials, when your captain lay beside you fast asleep.

Wrapped tightly over and under the callousness of his palm, the golden chain twinkles in the pale moonlight, the larger pearl at its centre holstered by binding gold and tinier pearls, beneath the gilded net a more refined shape of a pearl dances on its hook.

However, your mesmerised pupils flicker in an instant, brought to the attention of your captain awaiting your obedient answer. A noise is pitched in your throat with the answer but it dies swiftly before its deliverance.

Your vision focuses behind him, up near the ship’s helm, her fingers lace slowly in their hypnotic movement as the fabric of her scarlet magic is weaved together. A warning. You do your best to hide the distressed visage of fear, batting your eyelashes and brushing aside the death of your verbal response, you bow your body forward submissively to his that towers over you.

When your lips touch his, he almost instantly devours yours in a hungry kiss, the soft caress of your fingers tracing the curves of his chest brings pride and lust to possessively reel you into him, your nude front colliding against the hardened wall of his own.

Your hands run their course of exploration up the swollen bulk of his arms until they find purchase and entangle themselves in his dark locks. His own hands ravage your body, kneading the flesh and slim muscle of your hips.

He groans when you submit to his overpowering will, mouth parting to his eager tongue that shoots forward like a fired cannon, aimed to dominate you in every sense of the word. Your soft whimpers beneath him bring him unimaginable pleasure, the sort that drives him to seek it evermore, with no seeming end to his insatiable hunger for what is you; your entire being. Wolves are known to be ravenous beasts. It’s why he’s known by the moniker as the White Wolf.

His tongue fiercely dances over yours, swirling and his bottom teeth tease you by nipping your lip, earning a high pitched squeal from you. He chuckles, the sound rich and dark in its intention. Your core comes alight, burning hotly and the once cool air dissipates as heat courses through every vein and nerve in your body, your mind swimming in the ocean pools of his eyes. Eyes that at times are the only thing you need to be connected to the sea.

The prominent tent of his erected endowment presses against your stomach and lower abdomen. You finally pull away, however, in his caging embrace it’s not very far you’re able to move back.

“Wait for me in my cabin, little Siren,” he orders gruffly. Your mouth falls agape and you sputter in your rattled confusion.

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nanami1chu · 12 days

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I’m sorry for any spelling errors!!

I just wanna put this out here, I been dreaming about for like two weeks it’s like a series in my head. So this happens when Alastor was still alive, he falls in love with a woman who was a bit younger than him, she was a sweet doll. They slept together once!(sexually, they were each others first) But they were never officially a couple, Alastor wanted to but hasn’t made a move on it (cuz he was busy killing). So after they slept together she founds out she’s pregnant, since she was younger than him she was scared to tell him because they weren’t even in a relationship and didn’t want to ruin his career and reputation, (she kinda knew what he did at night another reason why she was scared that he was gonna hurt her or the baby, still loved him) but she was just scared so she told her family and her family sent her way and she never told Alastor. He was kinda of heartbroken when he found out couple days later that she moved away. Her family wouldn’t give him any information where or how to contact her. So he never saw her again.

That’s the basics of it!

Anywho, so she’s pregnant with twins one boy one girl (girl looked like her mom while the boy is a copy of their father), Alastor dies 3 week later when the twins where born, a hard working single mother. She did talk about their father to her kids and what he was like also looked like with the one picture she had. Years later mother dies of a sickness when the twins are 18 years old. (Mother goes to heaven)

The point of this is that the twins took up, dark magic, same as their father, but didn’t know that he did that to.

(Idk why but I like the names Maddie(boy) and Louisa(girl) for the twins, the boy is older by a couple minutes or months idk how the twin thing works )

By now the twins are 20 years old and for some reason Lou (short for Louisa) wants to know more about the mysterious Alastor, who is known to be their father. So she’s going through looking for information, anything about him. She just feels a little sad she never got a dad like the other girls she went to school with or when in middle school she couldn’t go to the Father daughter dance. She just wanted a little bit of a father figure while Maddie wasn’t really interested in knowing about their father, he sees their “father” as a guy who’s just a guy.

(As you can see both Daddy issues in two different ways, Maddie more of a mommy’s boy also was very protective of their mother when alive, and sister. Promising his mother to look after his sister)

I have more to this but I wanna get into what kind of powers the twins have.

Louisa ability is more of a witch more like the Scarlet witch but she’s more a soft girl so she doesn’t really use it for evil. She very more connected to nature (like kiri from Avatar). She is the kindest person you’ll meet, she’s every understanding about others (she’s someone you can talk to without feeling judged) she doesn’t really care if she’s hurt physically, but emotionally not just to her but to the ones she loves… things get dark.

Maddie is more of a… fuck around and found out will inflict pain on you for just looking at them or his sister in the wrong way , like Alastor smiles a lot too, I wouldn’t say he’s soft but he’s very aware of his emotions but it’s hard for him to talk about it( rather suffer in silence) ability is… it’s kind a like Alastor, but not really, but the form of it is also a Wendigo. he does know dark magic like spells, but he transforms into a beast like a Wendigo. (yk how Alastor and his shadow are like “friends?” They talk to each other and stuff) well Maddie has that too but it’s not a shadow kinda more a (venom) thing of his Wendigo who is his friend and they are bound together.

I have more but I can’t put it into words for right now Alastor does come up in this and meets the twins but this right here is more about them

More outfits

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lizzie-is-here · 8 months

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lonely is a man without love

part viii- home

“love you to the moon and to saturn” - taylor swift

summary: after magic cults, a talking skeleton bird, and meeting a mercenary/gift-shoppist that’s now your boyfriend, you finally get to go home

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warnings: none really, my irresponsible time management

a/n: 🧍‍♀️ i have nothing to say for myself. that’s a lie i am so sorry y’all 😭. my only excuse that i switched my major and have been being eaten alive by school also my sister had her baby today so i’m tryna figure out how to get home to see him and also some other stuff. i’m so sorry this is so late and also kind of bad but i hope y’all enjoy 😭 i love y’all and thanks for your patience 🫶

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“What if they kill me for getting you killed?”

Standing outside the entrance to the Avenger’s compound, travel bags in hand, you slap Marc’s arm.

“Oh, shut up! They won’t kill you, I promise.”

“That’s a hefty promise when there are several assassins on the other side of those doors.”

“Милый [Dear], I’m an assassin.”

You that it’s not that Marc doesn’t want to meet the people you call family, it’s that he’s rather concerned they’re going to throttle him for getting you hurt.

After a few minutes of preparation, you finally coax him through the lobby and into an elevator, heading up to the main floor where the team is waiting.

The ride goes by much too quickly, and the door dings open sooner than Marc would like.

You slip through before the doors even open all the way, squealing as you run into the waiting arms of Natasha and Yelena, who happily lift you up as they coo praises in your native tongue.

The rest of the team is equally excited, welcoming you back. They congratulate you on a successful mission and on controlling the situation even as it escalated.

It’s a bit before you remember Marc standing in the doorway, and you gesture to him.

“Everyone, this is Marc,” you begin. “Be nice.”

Everyone greets him, except for one.

Natasha is far more intimidating than any man in the room as she stalks closer to him. She circles like a hawk, and your poor boyfriend has no choice but to stay still and hope she doesn’t filet him right there.

She circles back in front of him. Despite the difference in height, she may as well be as tall as Stark Tower with the way she’s glowering at the man.

Finally, a smirk spreads across Nat’s face.

“Nice to meet you, Spector.”

She takes his hand in a firm grip, analyzing his every move.

“Good job getting my sister killed.”

“Nat!” you gasp, the both of you chuckling.

She turns back to him, shaking her head. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Kind of. You got her home safe, so thank you.” Her tone is genuine, even if she does intend to beat him into the training ring later. For good measure.

As you prance around the room greeting everyone, Marc tries his best to not be intimidated.

Your other sister, Yelena, appears next to him silently. He flinches and she rolls her eyes with a smile.

“No one’s gonna hurt you. Unless you hurt her, that is.” She nods to you. “Lighten up, relax, have fun.” Playfully shoving him, she bounds back to her seat, a bowl of macaroni in her hands.

Her words bounce around his head.

‘Relax.’

Easier said than done.

The room is full of living legends. All of which could kill him in various nasty ways where he would never be found.

And they’re treating you like their baby sister.

Hell, the Scarlet Witch is wrapping her blanket around you like she’s swaddling a baby and the ex-Winter Soldier is passing you a cup of tea.

“Steven,” Marc hisses under his breath. “A little help, buddy?”

‘If you want me to take over, I think I’m a bit better in the conversation department,’ Steven offers, chuckling slightly. It’s only a moment before Marc takes him up on that.

Bundled in the fluffy cloth, you turn back to Marc, smile beaming. In an instant, you spot the change.

“Oh, hi Steven!” No one blinks twice, simply greeting the man as he waves.

He laughs, a bit awkwardly and waves back, answering a few questions.

What was his job? He worked in a museum, and was definitely not a gift-shoppist.

Have any close family? No.

It’s okay. No one really else does either, save a few exceptions. Like you. (Tony gets a well-deserved pillow to the face for that one.)

What does he want for dinner? Anything is okay with him as long as it’s vegan.

“Sorry,” he whispers to you. “Marc got a bit skittish.”

You smile, shaking your head at their antics.

“Don’t apologize, I know it’s a lot. I promise it’s okay.” You gesture to the elevator. “ Now come on, I have to show you around, yes?”

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Marc and Steven take turns fronting as you show them around the compound, happily explaining anything and everything as you bounded along.

You spend a solid twenty minutes raving about the training room, and another fifteen getting distracted and helping some newly recruited agents with target practice.

Your energy is infectious, and by the time you turn in for the night after pizza and planning a party for your return, you’re both worn out.

“Was today too much?” you ask, watching Marc emerge from your bathroom, brushing his teeth.

He shakes his head. “No, of course not,” he manages around the brush. “It’s nice seeing you so excited about being home.”

“But what about your home? What about London?” You wouldn’t say it, but you were beyond worried about how this would work. The compound was your first home. But you didn’t want to take Steven and Marc away from their home.

Clearly, neither of them shared your concerns. Marc shrugs nonchalantly, briefly retreating into the bathroom to spit out the toothpaste and rinse.

“We’ll take it a day at a time, okay?” he whispers as you turn off the lamp and crawl under your blankets. He joins you, laying on his back so you can use him as a pillow. You claim it’s comfy.

You nod as you rest your head on his chest, relaxing as you breathe in time with him.

“Like a big adventure,” Steven cuts in, gently rubbing your shoulder.

“I don’t know if we can get a bigger adventure than dying and coming back,” you laugh.

“Well, you never know,” he says, glancing down at you. He loves you so much. They both do. In all honesty, they don’t care where you want to go. They’d live in Antarctica if you so much as asked, as long as you were there with them.

“Can we save the adventure for tomorrow?”

Everything is an adventure with you, they think. But Steven nods anyway.

“Yeah, of course, love.”

They’d wait for you forever.

“Ok. Goodnight, Steven, Goodnight, Marc.”

And you get two “goodnights” in response.

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chokememaximoff · 8 months

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Riding Hearts: A Biker's Love Story I

Wanda Maximoff x Reader series

Abstract:Wanda infiltrates a dangerous biker gang to uncover secrets of super weapons. Amidst the chaos, her bond with Y/N evolves, leading to passion, sacrifice, and a love story that defies the odds.

TW:Violence,Death,Blood,Gore,Trauma,Manipulation,Language,Substance,Sexuality,Danger,Criminality

Y/N Y/L/N's leather-clad fingers tightened around the handlebars of her roaring motorcycle as she sped down the darkened highway. Wind whistled past, carrying with it the scent of freedom and rebellion. She had been part of the Wolfpack biker gang for as long as she could remember, a family forged in the crucible of danger and loyalty.

Her mind wandered back to the day that had changed her life forever. She had been a young girl then, innocent and vulnerable, when a predator had cornered her in an alley. Just as fear had threatened to paralyze her, a group of leather-clad bikers had stormed in like avenging angels. They had fought off her assailant and taken her under their wing.

Now, Y/N was a force to be reckoned with, her name whispered with a mixture of awe and trepidation on the lips of anyone who dared cross her path. She had earned her place as the right hand of the Wolfpack's leader, a position that came with both respect and fear.

The night was alive with the rumble of engines as Y/N and the gang pulled into their makeshift headquarters – a rundown warehouse hidden on the outskirts of the city. Her heart quickened as she dismounted, the weight of her responsibilities settling on her shoulders.

As she strode through the warehouse, the other gang members parted like the Red Sea, clearing a path for their fierce leader. Y/N's piercing gaze scanned the faces of her companions, a mix of misfits and outlaws bound by loyalty and a shared thirst for adventure.

But tonight was different. Rumors had spread like wildfire that the notorious Avengers had set their sights on the Wolfpack. The Avengers were known for their uncanny abilities, a league of heroes who often walked the fine line between good and questionable tactics.

Word had it that they were after the gang's alleged connections to acquiring super weapons – weapons that could tip the balance of power. And so, with trepidation simmering beneath the surface, Y/N braced herself for the arrival of these so-called heroes.

As the gang settled into the warehouse's dimly lit interior, Y/N leaned against a stack of crates, her steely gaze fixed on the entrance. Moments later, the massive doors creaked open, and in walked a figure cloaked in shadows.

Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch herself, stood in their midst. Y/N's eyes narrowed, assessing the intruder with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. This was the woman who had come to infiltrate their ranks, to play the dangerous game of deception.

The tension in the air was palpable as Wanda's eyes met Y/N's, and for a fleeting moment, the two women sized each other up. Y/N's aura exuded power and danger, a stark contrast to the subtle intensity that radiated from Wanda.

As the gang murmured and exchanged glances, Y/N's lips curved into a sardonic smile. She knew the drill – a test to see if the newcomer had what it took to be part of the Wolfpack. And she was more than ready to see just how far this Scarlet Witch was willing to go.

Little did Y/N know that this encounter would set the wheels of fate into motion, weaving a tale of intrigue, danger, and a love that defied all odds.

The warehouse air crackled with anticipation, the eyes of the gang members fixed on Wanda Maximoff. Y/N Y/L/N leaned against the crates, her arms crossed, as she observed the Scarlet Witch with a mix of skepticism and intrigue. This was no ordinary newcomer – Wanda's aura held a unique blend of determination and hidden vulnerability.

Razor stepped forward, his biker vest adorned with intricate symbols that told the stories of his battles and triumphs. "Welcome to our little slice of paradise, sweetheart. We've heard you've got guts, but here in the Wolfpack, we don't just take anyone."

Y/N's lips curled into a half-smile as she unfolded her arms. "Razor's right. We're a family here, and family comes before anything else."

Razor nodded in agreement, his stern expression softening slightly. "So, Wanda, let's see what you're made of. You want in? You'll have to prove it."

The gang members moved in a little closer, their challenging stares fixed on Wanda. Razor motioned to a makeshift target at the far end of the warehouse. "You've got a shot at that target. Impress us."

Wanda's gaze remained steady as she focused her powers. Scarlet energy crackled around her fingertips, and with a sudden surge, she released a bolt of energy that streaked across the room and struck the target dead center.

The gang members exchanged glances, some of them nodding in approval. But the air remained tense, and Y/N's raised eyebrow conveyed her begrudging acknowledgment of Wanda's display of power.

Razor's lips curled into a smirk. "Not bad. But raw power won't always save your hide."

He signaled to the gang members, who produced a series of makeshift weapons – a knife, a chain, and a pair of brass knuckles. "Pick one."

Wanda hesitated only briefly before choosing the knife. She held it firmly in her hand, her stance determined as she braced herself for what came next.

As Razor signaled the start, gang members lunged at Wanda one by one, attacking with ferocity. Wanda's movements were swift, but the odds were against her. She managed to evade some blows, but others landed, leaving her with bruises and scrapes.

The gang members jeered and laughed, taunting her as she struggled to hold her ground. Y/N's gaze remained fixed, her expression unreadable as she watched the scene unfold.

Wanda fought valiantly, but eventually, she found herself pinned to the ground, a gang member's knee pressing into her back. The laughter echoed in her ears, and humiliation burned in her chest.

Razor's voice cut through the commotion. "That's enough."

The gang members stepped back, leaving Wanda on the ground, breathing heavily and disheveled. Her pride stung as she slowly pushed herself up.

Razor's gaze locked onto Wanda's. "You've got heart, but you'll need more than that to survive with us."

As the gang members dispersed, Y/N pushed off the crates and approached Wanda, her expression inscrutable. "Welcome to the Wolfpack," she said, her voice a mix of begrudging respect and something else.

Wanda nodded, a mixture of determination and humiliation in her gaze. As Y/N walked away, Wanda's jaw clenched, a silent promise forming in her mind – she would prove herself, no matter the cost.

As the echoes of laughter and the sting of humiliation lingered in the air, Wanda's path into the heart of the Wolfpack became more uncertain and challenging than she could have ever anticipated.

...

Weeks passed since Wanda's initiation into the Wolfpack, but the gang's skepticism hadn't faded. The dimly lit warehouse buzzed with anticipation as Wanda stood at the center of the room, a mixture of trepidation and determination in her eyes.

Razor's voice cut through the tension. "Time for your next trial, Wanda."

A murmur of excitement rippled through the gang as they gathered around, eager to see how the Scarlet Witch would fare. Y/N Y/L/N leaned against a pillar, her arms crossed, her gaze piercing as it fixed on Wanda.

A gang member stepped forward, holding a bucket filled with a thick, gooey substance. "For this trial, you've got to dig deep. Reach into this bucket and find a hidden object."

Wanda's brow furrowed as she glanced at the bucket, then back at the gang member. She hesitated for a moment before plunging her hand into the goo. Her fingers squelched into the mess, searching blindly.

The gang members exchanged knowing glances, smirks playing on their lips as they watched Wanda's struggle. Y/N's gaze remained steady, unmoving, her expression inscrutable.

Finally, Wanda's fingers closed around something hard and cold. She pulled her hand out, revealing a small metal object. A key.

Laughter erupted from the gang members as they clapped and cheered, their amusement evident. Wanda's cheeks burned with embarrassment, the goo dripping from her hand as she held up the key.

Razor's voice broke through the laughter. "Impressive, Wanda. You've got a sharp eye."

But the trials were far from over. Another gang member stepped forward, holding a makeshift costume – an outlandish outfit that seemed better suited for a carnival than a biker gang's initiation.

Wanda's eyes widened in disbelief as she took in the ridiculous outfit. The gang members roared with laughter, clearly enjoying the spectacle that was about to unfold.

Y/N's gaze remained unmoving, her lips quirking into a faint smile as she watched Wanda's reaction. There was a spark of something in Y/N's eyes, a glimmer of understanding beneath the surface.

As Wanda reluctantly donned the costume, her face flushed with embarrassment, she stepped forward and began a hesitant, awkward dance. The gang members clapped and hooted, their amusement showing no signs of waning.

Wanda's heart raced as she danced, her movements stiff and self-conscious. The gang members' laughter echoed in her ears, a constant reminder of the spectacle she was making of herself.

Finally, the dance came to an end, and Wanda stood in the center of the room, breathing heavily but resolute. The gang members applauded her efforts, their approval evident.

Razor stepped forward, his expression a mixture of amusement and something deeper. "You've shown us something tonight, Wanda. You've got guts."

Wanda's gaze flickered to Y/N, who stood at a distance, her expression unreadable. Wanda couldn't decipher Y/N's thoughts or emotions, and the uncertainty only added to her unease.

Y/N's voice cut through the commotion. "But remember, the Wolfpack doesn't just tolerate weakness. We test it."

As the gang members dispersed, leaving Wanda standing alone in the center of the room, Y/N approached her, a glint of something in her eyes that was more than mere amusement.

"You're not like the others," Y/N said, her voice a low murmur. "You've got a fire that burns even through humiliation."

Wanda met Y/N's gaze, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't read the emotions in Y/N's eyes, but the intensity of the moment made her feel exposed and vulnerable.

"I'll prove myself," Wanda replied, her voice steady despite the tremor in her nerves.

As Wanda walked away, the echoes of laughter and the sting of humiliation mingled in the air, a reminder of the trials she had endured and the challenges that still lay ahead.

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(reblogs r appreciated btw)

What if the life series went backwards

Enter secret life:

tame, people just milling about, doing tasks and stuff, making friends (except scar). The watcher, the secret keeper is the surrounding aspect. The closest the watchers have EVER been to the players.

People start dying, starting with a girl with no allies and a pumpkin themed house. Falling into the endless void. She can't share her secrets there.

Alliances stay steady. People begin killing each other, until only 4 remain. Two out of three of a band with no songs, one who lost everyone, and one who had nobody until the end.

Scott, inherently loyal, thinks "gem deserves this win more than I do" and sacrifices himself.

The two defeat the final band member, a note of melancholy in the air as they stare each other down. How could they betray each other?

Pearl, having lost her alliance, her mounders

Scar, who never had anyone

Both finding kinship in their loneliness

Pearl falls, scar wins

The villainy he was forced to commit means nothing now. What's the point of being victor with nobody else to celebrate

The clock strikes twelve, and suddenly

Tick tock

Everyone wakes up with a clock in their heart and only enough hours to get them through a day.

Scar remembers. Of course he does. How could he forget the secret he kept? How could he forget that it got him nothing?

He joins a family, their namesake becoming the very thing that ticks, every second inching towards their doom. The clockers.

Scott, who sacrificed himself, has a vague feeling in his heart. A feeling that maybe something came before this, before this endless tick tock.

Martyn comes along, they band together. Become the 'mean gills'. Martyn, who tried to kill him. But Scott is ever forgiving, isn't he. Always kind. Perhaps that's why the watchers do not like him. How could he have sacrificed himself previously? It makes no sense, this was a death game! He didn't follor the rules of red.

Strange how martyn and Scott teamed up, the one who was all bark and bite in a previous life, and the one who's final act was one of loyalty.

TNT falls from the sky, raining down like almighty retribution. Alliances are strong, and yet so subject to change.

Kaboom

And then there were three.

Impulse, the band member who perished before he could help his friends.

Scott, the fourth placer, who sacrificed it all for another

Martyn, a man plagued by visions of watchers. Whispering in his ears. Telling him secrets.

Scott calls for sentimentality

Martyn has another idea

And then

Tick tock

And then there was one

The tug of a string, hearts tied together.

Soulmates

People begin searching immediately. Searching for the one they've been bound to by the threads of the universe.

They all find each other.

"but why didn't pearl stop taking damage?"

Scott wondered. Why should he be with someone so careless? He would be vulnerable! And she had no regard for his own safety when she paraded around the server. She didn't even look for him!

Scott ran off with martyns soulmate. Perhaps there was some lingering resentment towards the man. Lingering from what? Scott didn't know.

Pearl was lonely. Pearl was so, so lonely. Ostracized by her soulmate, and the rest of the server, she became the 'scarlet pearl'. A witch who lived in a tall tower, torturing her soulmate who had cut ties with her all but literally (the string of fate still wrapped around them, their health symmetrical).

Pearl finds some solace in Scar, who's soulmate, a strange bird man named grian (who always introduced the games. Why was he always doing that?) ,was cheating on him with another. Two lonely people.

One with an alliance that fell apart.

And one with nothing at all

Strange how the roles had reversed since a previous season.

Scar still remembered.

The ranchers were out first, it seemed that after Lizzie died that first season, a canary named Jim took the brunt of death's grasp. He was out twice in a row first! In double life too. That's got to mean something, right?

Chaos followed that. People dying left and right, pairs of them.

And then there were four.

Cleo, a zombie who's soulmate wasn't her favourite man.

Scott, a man who felt uncared for by his soulmate, and cast her out, condemning her to loneliness

Martyn, a man who remembered his previous life, who messed things up with his soulmate after being the cause of her first death

Pearl, a lonely, slightly crazy woman who's only friends were wolves. They were her soulmates, she said.

Pearl was ruthless, killing martyn and Cleo with her army.

Scott was heartbroken. His soulmate, his true soulmate, Cleo, had died to the hands of his literal one.

Heartbroken, disguising his squalor with a self sacrifice, lit the TNT below him

2nd place again. In double life. How funny was that.

Pearl only saw the tnt until it was too late.

"tilly death do us part" and ode to Pearl's first wolf

Kaboom

Pearl awoke. She remembered everything. She remembered scott, how he'd sacrificed a win. For her. Maybe, she thought, maybe he still cared for her back in a previous life.

Maybe he could care for her in this one

They teamed up. Scott felt a connection to pearl, a melancholy one. It was as if she was literally tied to him by a string. Weird.

Scar followed another path of loneliness. Perhaps his family back in the land of ticking time was a fluke. Perhaps his was a face only a mother could love.

With 6 lives under his belt, and nobody to call a friend.

Martyn joined the southlanders, their name quite literal, having built their base in the south corner of the map. He was still plagued by the watchers voices, telling him what to do. They spoke in riddles. They spoke of Scott, a previous ally, of grian, his latest one.

Last Life was the bloodiest of them all. With so many lives to lose, people began treating them as a resource. Trading them around, destroying them.

A wither here, steady alliances crumbling to the ground. Blood, betrayal. Even greens and yellows weren't safe, having been inflicted with the curse of the Boogeyman.

And then there were 4. There always seemed to be. Limited Life was an exception. It always seemed to be.

Perhaps Scott knew in his heart that this had happened before. Perhaps he was tired of sacrificing himself for others. His closest ally was dead, and he had nothing to lose and everything to gain.

And he finally won.

Only to be taken out by an otherworldly force

The same one that plagued martyn. The one that told him to kill, that told him to destroy. The one that spoke of Scott with venom, as if he had wronged them.

And then came third life.

Scar was prepared for another lonely season. Of course he was. It would be no different to anything else. He was cursed to remember all the games.

And then grian, the one who had stolen his first life in Last Life. His soulmate in double life. His (lame) gang member neighbor in limited. Grian, who ran the games, who always treated scar strangely.

He killed him on accident.

Swearing his loyalty, grian promised to be in scar's service until he lost his first life.

They went to the desert, and monopoly mountain was born.

Scott teamed up with the resident canary. Perhaps it was pity, perhaps it was love. He wasn't sure. But maybe Jim wouldn't be out so early.

Pearl wasn't there.

Martyn swore his undying loyalty to a king.

Scar died a second time. Grian did not.

And so grian served the first red life on the server

Scar and Grian quickly became the villains. A lifestyle scar was woefully familiar with. It reminded scar of his time during the first season. The one where he was dragged along by a statue into becoming the villain, only to win.

Death after death after death. Red winter. The desert blew up. grian blew up. The flower husbands died.

Soon enough, it was only Scar, Grian, and Bdubs left.

Bdubs had killed someone for a clock. Perhaps it was for old times sake. Something about bdubs holding a clock reminded him of the bdubs he once shared a brothership with. Perhaps that's why he killed grian, knowing he wouldn't be fast enough to grab the 'no kill slip'.

He murdered bdubs soon after. Brothers by everything but blood. Blood that now stained the sword he held.

Grian was livid. All that time serving scar, and for what? To get murdered by him over a piece of paper?

"you may slay me and take the enchanter"

But he couldn't. He couldn't just do that.

The two walked to the desert.

A ring of cactus.

Scar was tired. He had won once before

He pulled his punches, bumped into the cacti on purpose.

And in the end, covered in poppies and lilacs. Just like the beginning.

Grian wept.

Scar smiled. He died smiling. He died knowing that grian would win.

The desert winds whipped at grian's face as he buried scar. The poppies and lilacs at his grave, a testament to his partner.