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thepenultimateword · 1 year
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Hello! I would like to request something!
Supervillain/villain x thief. Just something I've been enjoying lately. Nothing specific i would like you to write with it though, feel free to write whatever you want (if you want to write it ofc, don't feel forced to write anything if you don't want to!)
Have a nice day!
CW: blood, a couple dead animals (not explicitly described)
Most people didn't come this far up the mountain. They had the good sense to heed the laws and leave the restricted area at the top alone. And if they didn't care for laws, like the thief didn't, they at least had the preservation skills to avoid the city's most legendary monster.
Yes, the thief was probably being stupid, but they'd been doing stupid things for so long, their preservation instincts had been filed down smooth and harmless. Not great at avoiding trouble and not great at getting out of it either, a double whammy for someone in their line of work. But even if they never knew when to stop or when to run, at least they were pretty good at getting a job done.
The thick wall of thorns and brambles appeared out of the mist in front of them. That meant the prison was just on the other side.
They unshouldered one strap of their pack, flipped it around, and relooped it so the bag lay against their chest. Then they dropped to their belly and began wriggling through the well-worn gap beneath the underbrush. Their pack scraped the earth, staining the orange canvas a ashen brown and slowing them to a crawl, but at least they avoided getting tangled in the branches overhead. The old scars littering their arms spoke of days when the path had not been so deep, flat earth instead of a deep furrow, but today, the blood-thirsty prickles did not even steal a drop.
When they scrambled out the other side the bars were right there, thick, cold iron built straight into the mountainside.
The thief knelt on the ground and peered squinting into the thick darkness. "Hello?" Without waiting for an answer, they dropped their pack to the earth with a poof of barren dust and began unpacking the contents into a small pile in front of them. "Anyone awake in there?"
Long, pale fingers slowly emerged from the shadows and wrapped around the cruel iron. Moments later, a matching long, pale face joined them.
"Hello, little raven. Miss me so soon?”
The supervillain’s eyes sunk dark and sharp in their sockets, like a couple pieces of whetted obsidian, only made darker from thick shadows gathered beneath. It had only been a couple weeks since their last visit, but the thief couldn’t tear their eyes away from the drastic change in weight and energy.
“Are you sick?” Somehow the thief’s fingers had found their way to the supervillain’s, and now they rested gently overtop their knuckles on the bars. There was that reckless stupidity again. They shouldn’t touch a person who could suck the soul from any living thing on contact, but…they did have that power suppressor firmly locked around their throat, and the supervillain’a skin was so cold it might as well be ice itself… It should be fine.
“Just a little under the weather,” the Supervillain said, allowing the thief’s hands to warm them. “It will pass.”
“Can’t you tell someone?”
The supervillain chucked emptily. “Who? There are no guards. No caretakers. No cooks. I am alone here.”
“But…the heroes can’t just abandon their prisoners.”
Supervillain shrugged, slumping against their bars a little. “They built me a pit, threw me in, and never looked back.”
“How do you live?”
All this time they had assumed that the villain was being taken care of. Maybe not living a life of luxury,—this was a prison—but at least with a couple square meals a day and pair of steady eyes on them in case anything happened. That was always how the media made it sound when they mentioned the supervillain’s confinement. A state of the art, highly guarded penitentiary, that would keep supervillain out of trouble for the rest of their life.
The thief cringed inwardly. They could have been bringing more useful things. Meals, medicine, water.
“The things you bring are more than enough, little raven,” Supervillain said as if reading their mind. “I have a surplus of souls to sustain me. I won’t require physical food to keep my alive for at least a decade.”
And yet they were sick.
“I can go back down and find better things.”
The supervillain shook their head, hands rotating flat so that they no longer gripped the iron and only the thief's slender hands. “I already told you I’m fine. Show me what you brought.”
The thief hesitated but nodded, plucking up a jewel-encrusted hairpin from the pile. "I have this pure gold pin embedded with emeralds, then I got this--"
"Not like that. Tell it like a story." The supervillain settled down on their side, head rested on one outstretched arm while their eyes continued to watch the thief's movements. The thief could almost imagine they weren't sitting on two opposite sides of a prison wall, one of them practically immortal and the reaper of hundreds of human souls. Maybe they could just be two people, sort of fond of each other, out camping and telling tales.
"Alright," the thief said. "So there I was, standing in the middle of the auction house with 2 hours of sleep and a secondhand outfit covered in sequins, looking good, feeling cute. That is until Miss 'Catherine Troughy' comes up and starts having an absolute fit that my clothes are too distracting, and that they clash with her dress and its tacky silver rhinestones. I'm just trying to get into the back and do my thing, but she just won't let it alone. Soon security is coming over, the host is coming over, and my invitation is being scrutinized--seriously, under a magnifying glass, and..."
They trailed a little as the supervillain's mouth tugged into a small smile, but before the pause could grow large enough to become noticeable, they leaped back into descriptions of their invitation, the tension of waiting if it would be revealed a fake, the relief at it being passed, the way they avoided this annoying woman the entire night and eventually shoved her off the stage when she caught them stealing the pin, an ancient artifact from a past king.
They reached past the bars and tucked it into the supervillain's long, untidy hair before launching into a new story about the mayor's unlocked backdoor and now missing feather pillow—it should be much more comfortable than whatever the supervillain was using now.
Not all of the stories were very exciting, but the supervillain shared just as much interest in big heists as they did in shoplifting. They asked for details about mundane things like train rides and weather and didn't seem to mind whether something ended smoothly or in chaos.
The thief liked sharing these experiences fully with someone else, almost as if they had a friend along with them the whole time, but they liked sharing the spoils even more: a diamond ring, a silk shawl, a new pair of clothes, a box of fancy, velvet cream chocolates, a tin of mints, a crochet hook and a ball of yarn, and a romance novel that supervillain allowed them to read out loud. However, by the end of chapter one, the supervillain's eyes were drooped closed, and their shoulders trembled with chills.
"I'm going to make you some soup," the thief said determinedly, clambering to their feet and brusquely wiping the knees of their pants. "I'll be back in a couple hours."
The supervillain's eyes flickered open. "You know if you really want to help. I know the ingredients for a revitalizing potion, perhaps you could gather the ingredients and brew it for me?"
"But...I don't have powers."
"Don't need them." The supervillain's eyes drooped back down, but they continued talking. "A potion makes its own magic based on its recipe. The right blend makes the right result. But if you're uncomfortable, soup would be just as well."
The thief didn't know about that. Soup did not seem like anything compared to a magical revitalizing potion. And with the supervillain suffering so much...
"What do you need?"
One eye winked back open. "It's quite a long recipe."
"I have time!"
"And some of the ingredients are somewhat...unusual."
"I have a good eye for unusual."
The supervillain paused but then nodded. "Alright, it goes like this. Three sprigs of lavender, two sprigs of thyme, three withered mints leaves, the wings of a lunar moth that have never yet flown, a thorn stained with i's first blood, the claw of a predator, the tooth of it's prey, and a few beams of moonlight shining over the surface while it boils. It must be served scalding."
That was... interesting. But certainly not impossible.
"And you'll feel better once you have it?" the thief said.
"Yes," the supervillain confirmed. "I'll be...just like new."
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It took the greater part of the night to find everything on the supervillain's list, and much of it wasn't very pleasant. Luckily, a walk down the side of the highway found them the claw of a predator they didn't have to grapple with--a poor coyote that had ended up on the wrong side of a car--but they were not quite so lucky when it came to prey. They were just glad they had gloves with them because they would have suffered a lot more serious bites getting that squirrel's tooth if they went barehanded. They felt a little awful scaring the little guy, but all they had to do was think of the supervillain shivering in their prison and they were consoled.
The lunar moth took hours, mostly because they had to find a barely hatching cocoon, not an already flying insect. Luckily, that they were in the right season for that sort of thing.
By the time they had everything they needed, the moon was high in the sky, and the thief had to walk very slowly to get up the mountain slope without misstepping and taking a deadly tumble down. As they passed through the bramble and thorn thickets, they chose one thorn from the very center, most unlikely to have pricked something before, and cut it with the blade of their pocket knife. Then they sunk it into the pad of their finger. They bit their lip not to cry out and then a second time when they pulled it out again. Despite the blanket of darkness draped overhead and tucked in on all sides, they barely picked out the bloodstain from the night.
"I'm back," the thief called to the vacant opening, sucking their sore finger as they laid out the ingredients and started setting up a spot for a fire.
"That wasn't so long."
The supervillain suddenly appearing out of the dark, leaning their shoulder against the bars.
“Ha!” Thief scoffed. “I’ve given up completely on heists that took shorter. You’re lucky we’re…er…friends.”
They wished that last part didn’t sound so much like a question, but at the same time they didn’t want to say it confidently either in the eventuality that wasn’t the case.
“Ah, perhaps I should say, it didn’t take so long as I’m used to.”
“Did you use this potion often?”
“Mmm, no. Only once. But I’ve met people who have.”
“You must have a really strong immune system then. If I had a sickness curing potion, I think I’d use it all the time, even if it does have like…teeth and blood and things in it… Are you sure this is safe?”
“Absolutely.” Their voice dragged a little now, almost like supervillain had to force each letter to make a sound.
The thief threw several leaves onto the baby flame and whipped out their thermos from their pack to begin adding each ingredient to what was left of their water.
A few minutes and a few moonbeams later, and the water had become a bubbling, silver goop giving off its own lunar light.
“It’s done,” the supervillain said, some of their energy returning to them as they reached through the bars. “Give it to me.”
“Are you sure it’s not going to burn y—“
“Give it to me!”
The thief leaped a little in their seat. The supervillain had never risen their voice at them before. Not even when they first met, and they wanted nothing to do with a powerless thing like them.
The thief held out the thermos numbly, only managing a whispered and shaky, “be careful,” before the supervillain took the hot metal in their bare hands and down the simmering ooze in two rapid gulps.
They shrieked, violently throwing the thermos away from themself and denting it on the cavern wall with a sharp, resounding clang.
“Supervillain?” the thief cried, gripping the bars.
The criminal clutched at their chest, clawing at their clothes and skin as if they wanted rip both completely off.
“Did I mess up? How do I fix it? Supervillain talk to me!”
The supervillain dropped to their knees, catching themselves on their hands and leaning their forehead against the cold ground. Sharp growls quickly faded into soft whimpers and then nothing at all.
The thief strained through one of the gaps in the bars, hesitating only a moment before they gently pushed the supervillain’s curtain of hair from their face.
The supervillain’s obsidian eyes went pale.
The thief lurched back, scrambling back on their hands several feet away and staring dumb as the supervillain careened to their feet and stretched out their hands.
Their eyes flashed, actually gave off real light, and the bars disintegrated into white ash. Their power suppressor seemed to decide to follow the bars in their fate, because half a second later, pale flakes were fluttering to the supervillain’s shawled shoulders.
The supervillain stepped past the threshold and took a long deep breath. “Ahh. I swear freedom has a smell.”
They’re eyes flicked to the thief. They grinned, stepping forward.
“I…I…” the thief retreated against the brambles, the barbs tangling in their hair and stabbing bloody pinpricks across the backs of their hands. “Please.”
They didn’t even know what they were saying. They just didn’t…they didn’t want want to die. Was Supervillain going to kill them?
The monster stood directly over them now, those awful eyes, ghostly, cold, and otherworldly, seeming to pierce straight though their soul and into their innermost thoughts. In one fell swoop, their long arms wrapped around them and scooped them up against their chest. A few locks of hair stayed behind with the brambles, but the supervillain didn’t seem to notice their yelp.
“Come, my raven.” They stroked the thief’s cheek with the crook of their finger. “We have a city to greet.”
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Thought #17
Thief crept through the house. They needed to get to the master suite. The million dollar painting was there and they were going to get it.
The house was empty. The family was going to be gone for the night. Thief had to get in and out before they got back.
They crept along the hallway and up the stairs.
"Who are you?" Came a soft voice.
Thief froze. They turned to the open door and saw a little girl playing with blocks.
"I... I'm the cleaner. Just cleaning up the house." Thief said stepping into the room. "What's your name?"
The girl kept playing with the blocks. "I'm Child."
Thief looked around the room. Child continued playing with her blocks. "Where is your family?"
She shrugged. "They left and will be back soon."
Thief turned to exit the room their eyes landing on a painting in the corner of the room.
"What is that picture you have there?"
Child shrugged. "My dad told me to protect it."
Thief walked towards the million dollar painting. It's right here. In a kids room. Why keep it here?
They reached their hand out. It can't be this easy. As their hand touched the frame a shock ran up their arm.
They were thrown on their back.
"You can't have that. My dad told me to protect it." Child continued playing with her blocks.
Thief sat up. "Who is your dad?"
"Supervillain." Came a deep voice from behind Thief.
Thief shot to their feet. Damn it.
Supervillain stood in the doorway with his arms crossed across his large chest.
Thief backed towards the window.
"Thank you honey for warning me and keeping the painting safe."
Child nodded and smiled at Supervillain. "You're welcome dad."
Thief turned and ran to the window. A shock ran up their leg. They collapsed to the floor.
Thief's vision swam. Heavy footsteps walked towards them.
"Thank you honey. Now it's time to have a conversation with our intruder."
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randomshyperson · 14 days
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Old Yellow Bricks - Heart Shaped Series
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Chapter Summary: The conclusion to the adventures of an international thief and an Avenger witch. Or the one where you stop skipping work, Valentina answers the phone and Wanda does an ultrasound.
Warnings: (+18), smut (wanda taking the lead ‘cause that’s hot), bl*wjob, unprotected s*x, creampie, more shapeshifting stuff, some supervillain drama, minor angst with a happy ending I promise. | Words: 7.094k
A/N-> Hey folks, yes, I know I disappeared for a long time but I was so busy and mentally exhausted that I couldn't keep writing anymore, and I used practically half of my vacation just to get a decent amount of sleep. This story was almost abandoned, but I decided to give it an ending, even if it was a bit hasty, out of affection for the plot and out of consideration for those who have followed it up until now. I hope you aren't too dissatisfied with the ending, I tried to address any loose ends and leave it open to the canon we already know. Good reading.
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It shouldn't come as a surprise that you got caught. But you did, mainly because for the past weeks you've felt so comfortable around Wanda that for a moment, you weren't you. No international bounty for your head, not gangs or supervillains or big schemes. 
Just you and Wanda.
Your small argument with the Black Widow was to blame for your distracted state, but fairly, those men were probably following you for a while now, just waiting for the right opportunity to show themselves.
They weren’t aggressive, despite everything. You're just walking a little further from the hotel and this Van - Strategically hidden with paintings from a pest control service - was parked next to the sidewalk and you immediately knew. The door opened and nobody came out. 
It was an invitation.
You took a deep breath and a last glance at the street before getting in.
The face of one of Valentina's most trustworthy henchmen, Mrs. Cassian Camorra,  came to focus in the poorly lit car. He was not alone, masked guards armed to the teeth took every other seat. The only vacant spot was for you.
With a discreet shift, there was no longer much difference between your muscles and theirs. The change made the white-collar man chuckle at you.
“There's no need for that, reaper.” Says Cassian with a smirk. “We're not here for a fight.”
You stare at him with an indifferent expression, lifting your chin a little. 
“The Guns send a different message.” You say but he smiles again just before nodding to the others, who immediately relax their alarmed posture even though they continue to listen to the conversation. In that small space, it would be impossible to do anything else.
You don't let your guard down but sigh once your eyes meet Cassian’s again.
“I don't go by that name anymore, Cass, you know that.”
He chuckles. “Would you prefer shithead?” He teases but you roll your eyes, wishing this conversation would end soon. He laughs again at your expression. “I still don't understand why you would be ashamed of one of your greatest achievements. The Reaper was a goddamn legend! The name gave people the chills!” He recalls excitedly. 
You swallow, shifting in your seat. “Just tell me what you are here for.” You cut his enthusiasm with a sharp demand, managing to make your voice deeper. The security guard next to him has this immediate reaction of touching his gun, but you offer him a cocky smirk before focusing on Cassian again.
He adjusts his suit, one of his hands moving to his jacket pocket to grab something. A small purple cart is extended to you but you don't move a muscle.
“I'm not looking for a job at the moment.” You tell him but he chuckles, flipping the card to show you the back of it.
You thought it was the traditional mission paper with a coding at the back, for you to find target information but instead of that habitual info, there's a written number there.
“The Countess asks to meet in person.”
You don't grab the card. “If that is what she wants, then why didn't she come here herself?”
The man chuckles, and without giving a damn about the concept of personal space, he moves his hands to find your pocket and shove the card inside.
“The Countess is a clever woman, child. Why on earth would she talk business with your new superhero friends around?”
“They are not my friends.” You mutter, pushing his hands away with a slap before pulling the card out of your pocket. “And if she really wished to see me, her face would be the one to welcome me into this car.”
But when you make mention of getting up, Cassian loses some of the calm facade he kept so far. 
“Sit your spoiled ass back right now, kid.” The bodyguards in the two seats behind you grab you by the shoulders, but their hands move away once you are back at your spot so you don't try to start a new fight. “This is the problem with Valentina's little freaks. You all think you're special. She's too soft with your type, so you grow confident in your insignificance. Let me tell you what's going to happen if you don't take this cordial invitation seriously, Lady Fontaine. Every favor for your protection, every deal, is off. You won't be CIA protégée anymore, you'll be on your own. For once in your life. That might talk some sense into your head.”
The anger is burning in your chest because of the cruel words but it spreads around with shame and guilt. Tears beg their way to your eyes but you keep your cheeks dry.
“I've been alone my whole life, Cass. You don't know shit.”
But he laughs, truly, as if you're joking.
“Alone? You? Hydra's golden egg goose?” He mocked managing some chuckles from his colleagues. “You're the one who doesn't know shit, you brat. You have no idea what people like us would do to have the kind of protection you so proudly display without a second thought. The mansions, the travels, the luxury. All that money. And don’t get me started on the attitude. The rest of us living in the gutter, trying to survive out of crumbs while freaks like you get to walk around like you own the world.” He narrates with a trace of bitterness and contained hatred that makes you shudder.  “How many times have you walked out of prison? Do you think it's the same for the rest of us? That we get those same privileges?”
Some redness escapes to your cheeks but you manage to keep your cool.
“I have no power over how things happen in our line of work, Cass. And I am hardly the one you should be angry at. Those privileges you say, believe me, they came at a very high price.”
But Cassian rolls his eyes, dismissing your words with a hand gesture. “Fragile. You always have been. Crybaby should be your next nickname.”
You sigh impatiently and this time, when you move to open the door and leave the car, they allow it without any fight. Standing on the sidewalk, you hear Cass hold the door open and look at him one last time.
He leans for one last warning. “If you ignore her invitation, she will have her answer. And we will be back, this time, not for a conversation.” He lets you know with a little smile that makes you shallow hard. The possibility of putting Wanda in danger makes your heart miss a beat. And when Cass lets out a small exclamation as if remembering something, you somehow know it's not a good thing. He searches in his other pocket only to take a small photo.
“Almost forgot. She asked me to give you this. A gesture of trust, she said.”
But that was nothing trustworthy about Valentina being aware of you and Wanda's relationship, especially for such a long time. The picture is from a security camera and is clear by the poor definition, but still, that day is still fresh in your mind as if it happened yesterday. The Avengers fair you once infiltrate to find Wanda, only for her to end any plan you might had or ever could by kissing you. Inside those tents you were safe but outside, the camera caught the last kiss you stole from her before your departure.
The fact that Valentina knew about this, for so long, makes you feel sick in your stomach.
You don't take the picture - it's a symbol of the false freedom you possessed under Valentina's wigs. You storm off and hear the agents giggling and muttering threats before the car is gone, and so are you when you make a curve that takes you back to the hotel parking lot.
The whole thing made your blood boil. How dare she? What was she even after, what did that photo even mean? Was it a treat? Or it could really be a gesture of trust? Something like, yes she knew and she never did anything about it, so maybe Valentina doesn't want your complete misery.  But then again, you know her well enough to tell that every action she takes is a well-planned one. If she knew about your relationship with Wanda and allowed that with no fuss other than a small bait in the first weeks, telling you to read Avengers files in an attempt to get you away from Wanda, then for sure, Valentina had a bigger plan. 
And for once in your life, you're done with being the pawn.
Wanda's asleep when you're back in your shared motel room so you do your best to keep it quiet on your way to the bathroom.
This will be painful but you're confident you can manage, with your powers help at least.
The small device hidden under your ribs is a high-tech tracker and it's your last physical connection to your old life. It doesn't work unless you want it to, because it answers to a biological stimulation only you can provide. Baron von Strucker gave this to you as a work tool, if you were ever captured, you could call for help without anyone being aware.
You haven't tried to use the device purposefully in years, but sometimes, when being too hurt, it would activate on its own. And because it's quite easy to forget a hidden object behind your ribs, it occurred to you that it has been active since you bled out in Greece, the same day Wanda called to tell you she was pregnant.
The realization that Valentina was aware of your location for so long, Wanda's and her friends especially, rips a sob to your throat. It’s more painful to know you’ve been putting her in danger than the open wound.
You muffle down your crying the second you hear the bed shifting. But luckily Wanda doesn't wake up. Taking a deep breath, your shaky hands keep doing the hard work - to cut open with a medical kit's scalpel your skin so you can remove the tracker.
It's painful of course but it ends quickly. You don't need a badge but it does take a lot of energy to heal on your own so when you're finally back at the bed, after destroying the little device with a squeeze, storing everything else, and getting clean, you're quite exhausted. Stumbling around, you do a poor job of laying down without much noise.
Your girlfriend only grumbles sleepy in return before her magic brings you closer to her body.
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“Wake up.”
It's less gentle than previous attempts, but Wanda had to do it. You were really disturbed in your sleep - mumbling and sweating as if you were running.
Your restlessness and discomfort disturbed her greatly, but she gives you a tender smile as she sees all the tension ease when you meet her eyes.
Sleepily, you close your eyes again the next moment and Wanda takes the opportunity to move the sweaty hair away from your face.
"You were having a nightmare." She mumbles, and she's almost sitting on your lap so you think that it would be a waste to miss the opportunity. Your hands bring her into the position with ease, but Wanda has concern on her face. "Talk to me, detka."
A smile fills your lips, and you remain in a half-asleep state. "I love it when you call me that. You're so lovely, Wanda."
A faint blush fills your cheeks, but Wanda is determined to clarify a few things. "You came back late and as big as a bodyguard. I want to know what happened." She says, and seeing you sigh with your eyes closed, she frowns her heart racing. "Did you find trouble?"
"No, everything's fine." You retort quickly, stubbornly. And Wanda tilts her head incredulously at the clear lie. You finally look her in the eye, and she thinks it's unfair that you're such a pretty liar. Unable to hold her gaze, you look away, the flush on your face more from embarrassment than anything else. "It was nothing." You correct, annoyed, and Wanda sighs at the whole thing. She hopes that one day, your barriers won't have to be so raised all the time and you'll be able to trust her by instinct. But considering the kind of life you've led so far, maybe something like that is just impossible to achieve. 
She moves one of her hands to your face, caressing the skin tenderly. "If you can't put it into words, let me see."
You close your eyes again, nodding, and the invasion is almost immediate. The whole thing happens very quickly - Wanda is getting better at it. Accessing last night's memories is easy, the hard part is dealing with their significance.
When she comes to her senses, the room comes into focus again and so does your turned-away face. Pure guilt and shame in your expression.
"I'm sorry." You say promptly, your voice a bit tearful. " I keep fucking things up. I brought them to us because I forgot the damn tracking, and I got everyone in danger. I understand if you're angry and want to shout at me."
Wanda sighs at the words, shaking her head. "No one's going to be yelling at anyone." She says, her hands moving lower to pull your shirt up a little. She traces the new scar, feeling some of the tension leave her shoulders as she sees that, apparently, you've healed fine. 
"Don't ever do anything like this again." She says, and you sniffle.
"That was the only trace I had-"
"Not that." She cuts in seriously, waiting for you to look at her. Wanda looks more hurt than angry and that confuses you. "You can't just self-harm in the bathroom and sew yourself back up in silence. You have to tell me things. You should let me take care of you, all right?"
Aware that the warmth spreading through your chest is quickly creeping up your neck and ears, you give up on putting together a coherent sentence. You nod quickly, and Wanda gives a weak laugh.
"I'm not angry." She continues, adjusting your shirt again, although her hands remain underneath, drawing patterns on your skin as she speaks. "You're always so... jumpy. And you get into trouble like it's second nature. And you're so incredibly stubborn-"
"Thanks." You grumble ironically, but your annoyance turns into a choke when you feel Wanda shift in your lap. It's an intentional fit at your hips, she's probably noticed the bulge you'd forgotten you were even carrying now. And the fit takes the air out of your lungs and makes your body jerk gently, waking you up completely. 
Wanda doesn't pay a second's attention to your reactions as she continues to talk. "You also have this habit of not letting me finish my sentences." She says with a little grin, her eyes dilating as your breathing starts to get heavy. "And I have to admit that you're hard work, but darling, you're worth every second of that effort. I wish I could take all the pain out of your past, but since I can't, I need you to understand that you're no longer dealing with things on your own. That I'm as devoted to you as you are to me."
These are romantic, intense, and considerate words. But Wanda is grinding slowly against your hips as she says them and you can only return a desperate nod, a deep moan tearing its way into your throat.
Wanda won't even let you lead - Your hands grab her barely covered ass through the oversized shirt she's stolen from you in an attempt to intensify the friction, but bright magic threads pull your wrists away in the next second. 
With your hands pinned to the headboard, you can only squirm at the mercy of the woman on top of you.
"You feel bigger than last time, baby." She whispers, almost losing her train of thought during a particularly hard thrust against your hips. You struggle to breathe.
But Wanda stops, and you bite back a sigh of frustration as you stare at her in a mixture of desperation and curiosity. She works with a certain urgency on your underwear, but instead of rewarding you with her warm cunt, she moves away until she's between your legs, her nails scratching your thighs.
"W-wanda, what are you doing?" You ask, suddenly very shy, your eyes slightly wide. She giggles, as her magic removes your underwear completely, and she leans in, planting kisses on your thighs that make you shiver.
Her dominant hand finally grabs your length and it's not very gentle so you let out something between a moan and a whimper and Wanda looks at you with a certain regret.
"Sorry, babe." She says softly, still holding you now more carefully. "I've never done this before."
Your mouth is dry, and your eyes want to close and just enjoy the sensation, but you fight these instincts to speak. "Done what, Wanda?"
She giggles mischievously, and her hand moves slowly, giving a tentative squeeze that makes the muscles in your thigh twitch. "You know what." She says in return, although you both share the strong blush on the cheeks, Wanda seems more confident about what she's about to do. "It can't be that hard. And if I do something wrong, you can just tell me to stop."
"Wanda, you don’t have to-" But she leans in, and unceremoniously takes your member into her mouth. You break down in an aroused sob, arching up on the bed. 
It's heaven, you're sure. Wanda Maximoff decided to wake you up with a blowjob, it’s a gift from the heavens that you must definitely don’t deserve but you won’t complain. You struggle against the magical chains just as you struggle to breathe and not to come immediately when Wanda continues to suck you off. 
It's sloppy at first - as she mentioned, she had never done that before. But the lack of practice doesn't make the act any less deliriously enjoyable. You feel very close very quickly and have to use all your concentration when Wanda meets your gaze, mouth full.
"Jesus." You groan, your whole body vibrating. Wanda pulls back, licking the tip and your eyes roll back. "Fuck."
She revels in your moans as much as she does in the whole thing. She can feel her own core throbbing at seeing you so pathetically at her mercy, but she wants you to finish first. Her hand moves to help and with each lick of the head leaking pre-cum, your body jerks in a way that makes the bed shake.
"Come on, baby, you can cum." She encourages you firmly as she alternates between sucking and licking. "You need this. And I got you."
You cry out the warning, and Wanda takes your whole length so as not to waste a drop. Your back arches on the bed, and the hot shot is deep into her throat. Wanda moans in return, making a mess all around as you try to return to orbit, your chest heaving and your body jerking.
She kisses your now flaccid member, biting back a smile as she watches the final throbs. Taking advantage of your state, Wanda resumes her previous position on your lap. Her magic fades from your wrists.
Just the brief rubbing of her thick thighs against you is enough for Wanda to feel you harden again.
"Are you sure, babe? You're still shaking." She asks teasingly, but all you give in return is an affected chuckle, your hands helping her to settle into you. The invasion happens slowly, and Wanda groans satisfied at the proof that yes, you are bigger. The stretching is gentle, and it's not painful because she's soaked, but it's still there and she has to bite her lips as she slowly sinks down until you bottom up.
Panting together, you watch her adoringly, your hands on her hips helping her move.
Wanda doesn't rush things. She rides you leisurely, feeling every inch of your cock inside her warm walls until the slowness is too overwhelming. 
Her hands rest on your shoulders, and you don't care that her nails are digging into your skin because Wanda feels too good for you to think of any other sensation than that tight pussy wrapping around you.
She holds your gaze, and between the grunts and moans she lets you know; "I love you." You can only nod, trying to gasp the same when Wanda suddenly bounces harder.
One of your hands grips with more strength, enough to mark the skin and she has to grab the headboard for a firmer support.
You groan at her nearly roughness; "Easy, woman." You try, even though she's grinding vigorously and the room has started to spin. "Wanda, damn it. Be more... ah... careful. You're pregnant...slow down… God."
She comes first, which is a surprise because you honestly don't know how you managed to hold it for so long.
You're still coming inside her when she collapses on top of you, falling down against your shoulder. But then there's satisfied laughter filling the room, and a joke about that being a very incredible way to start a day.
-&-
It's decided that you guys need to move as soon as you and Wanda are properly dressed and Wanda has encouraged you to be honest with the other Avengers.
And she also doesn't need to be a mind reader to know that there's something wrong with Natasha, who doesn't offer more than a mumble of agreement and doesn't say anything about you keeping a tracker jammed in your ribs all this time. 
While Wanda goes out to buy breakfast for the team, you stay behind and busy yourself packing the bags. But she is recognized at the grocery store near the motel when she tries to buy breakfast. It's just a child and her older sister, wanting photos with an Avenger, but it still causes her so much anxiety that she goes back to the bedroom with something more than food: a box of hair dye.
"I thought I'd follow Natasha's idea." That's what she gives as an explanation, and you laugh confusedly but end up believing it until Wanda has bleached spots and ends up confessing what really made her late. 
You're standing in the doorway, and she's focused on painting her hair, her eyes meeting yours through the reflection in the bathroom mirror.
"I'm sorry for not saying it right away. I just didn't want to worry you." 
You let out a sigh before offering her a small smile. "No problem, love." You assure her, reaching over to pick up the empty box of the product and read some of the labeling on the back. "I'm more concerned about whether pregnant women can dye their hair."
Your comment makes Wanda giggle. Her magic continues the process of coloring the spots, and she busies herself with washing her hands at the sink. 
"Well, most pregnant women can't manipulate energy and move things with their minds. I think I'll survive." She jokes back, sticking her tongue out at you when you smile. It ends up being a small grimace battle before you return the empty box to the garbage can and lean in to steal a kiss from her.
Wanda smiles through it, but her cold, wet hands reach under your blouse and make you jump. She laughs at the reaction, and you can barely notice the time passing as you play with each other and wait for the dye to finish settling on your locks.
When Wanda disappears back into the bathroom for a while, you wait for her to finish washing her hair and nothing really prepares you for the new look. Your girlfriend is slightly shy as she reappears, the towel still slung over her shoulders.
"So, what do you think?" She asks about the red hair and you swallow dry, speechless. Wanda blushes immediately, a nervous giggle escaping her lips. "What?"
"You look..." Your voice fails you and you have to clear your throat. "Really beautiful."
Wanda smiles, but then raises an eyebrow, gesturing gently in your direction. "It does seem that you truly like it, dear, I'm flattered."
You blink in confusion, before following her gaze and noticing your own body, and the bulge in your pants. Grinning in embarrassment, you quickly cover yourself with the nearest pillow. "Sorry." You mumble with your ears burning, but Wanda giggles, glancing quickly at the ajar door.
"I wonder if we still have time before we leave." She comments, scarlet threads appearing through the wood with the thought of closing it, but as if guessing the intentions of a delay, the door suddenly opens and Captain Rogers is practically pushed inside by Natasha.
"Nice change, Maximoff. But I hope your suitcases are ready." That's what the widow said, and she looked stressed, most likely because of all the stories about her adventures the night before. If your embarrassment over the tracker story wasn't enough, there was the other one you were trying to hide under your pillow. Wanda disguised it better than you, nodding quickly to the widow and gesturing toward the ready backpacks. "Steve can you take these to the quinjet please, I want to have a word with Romeo and Juliet."
The Captain sighed, trying to ignore being made a baggage handler - Muscles must be good for something - and offered you and Natasha a sympathetic look before leaving the room.
The widow closed the door but you spoke first. “Listen Nat, if this is a second scolding for the tracker, I've already made sure it can't be retraced and-"
"That's not it." She interrupts you with a certain determination, then a forced smile. "I've found a doctor for you. For Wanda, to be more exact."
The now red-haired woman gives Nat a surprised look and it's you who asks; "Are you sure it's safe? Risking a medical appointment in the situation we're in."
"You underestimate me."
"I didn't mean it like that."
But Nat smiles genuinely, shrugging. She checks her watch.
"We're actually going to meet her. Apart from Banner, she's the only doctor I trust."
You and Wanda exchange a look before nodding to Natasha in thanks. Your girlfriend then asks; "That's not all you wanted to talk about, is it Nat?"
The widow nods, seeming to get upset for a moment.
"I'm not saying this for the tracker story, I swear I'm not, but... maybe it's better if Y/N doesn't stay with us anymore."
Wanda snorts indignantly, ready to protest, especially as you lower your head. 
"We stay together-"
"I know." Natasha cuts off Wanda's defensiveness with a sigh. "I wouldn't expect otherwise." She mutters, taking a deep breath to gather her courage. "Rogers doesn't agree, you know how protective he is over you. I mean, he was pretty indignant when Tony tried to ground you in the Tower. Anyway, that's not the point. Clint left. He accepted a decent deal until things settle down, and yes, they will settle down. I know it feels like our world has turned upside down overnight, but we need to remember why the Avengers were created in the first place. It's only a matter of time before they need us, all of us again, and maybe it's experience talking, but I've seen so many governments collapse and rise again. I have seen this movie before."
The widow vents and you and Wanda don't have the heart to interrupt her. 
"What I mean is that Clint can make a deal for his family, and maybe you can do the same."
Wanda thinks for a moment until she swallows. "I'm not an agent with years of military service to my credit. General Ross would never offer me a deal."
"Not him. And not to you." Natasha retorts, turning her face towards you.
You sigh deeply as you understand exactly what she's implying. " Is there really no other option?"
Natasha gives you a sympathetic smile. "That's not an ultimatum, mercenary. Just think about it. None of us wants a pregnant woman in the life of a fugitive, and don't make that face Wanda, I know you don't want the baby to be in danger either." Your girlfriend begrudgingly shuts up, knowing that the widow is right. "Just give it a thought. Melina has agreed to do the prenatal care, so you have all this time to make a decision."
Natasha nods in farewell before heading out the door, and you turn to Wanda.
"Do you have any idea who Melina is?"
-&-
In the safety of the Quinjet and the untraceable lines of the Avengers, you call Contessa Fontaine.
The first thing Valentina says when she sees your face in the high-definition hologram is a scolding; "That tracker was worth a billion dollars."
You have to laugh, your back resting on the cold metal of the ship. "Can't say I'm sorry, boss. Having a tracker in the middle of your ribs doesn't scream work ethic."
She gives a short laugh, and you realize from the surroundings that she's in the private room of the Fontaine Mansion, a place you've been to countless times before.
"What can I do for you, my dear child?" She asks, slightly impatient. You swallow dry.
"Your people said you wanted to see me." You comment. 
Valentina laughs wryly. "Oh, yes, in person. Not talking through an Avengers line. You must have lost your mind."
"There are no more Avengers, Val, you know that." You retort, and she smiles in satisfaction.
"Touche." She mutters before raising her bright eyes to you. "But let me guess, they're listening to this conversation."
You sigh impatiently. "What difference does it make? I've been with them for weeks. I could have told them all the secrets I know about your work, but I didn't. Just as you didn't inform General Ross of their location. So how about we stop playing games?"
Valentina gives another evil little laugh, nodding. "Oh, dear, I miss our conversations, you're always so direct and attentive. Yes, I didn't hand over Team America to Ross, because unlike that arrogant fool, I have no interest in seeing our heroes trapped in the Raft. Only someone like Ross and his ballistics background would think of something as stupid as taking out Earth's main line of defense for threats we have no means of dealing with." You remain silent at Val's words, and she takes a breath to continue. "You know me, Y/N. I like my... enhanced ones. I understand the grandeur of this new world, men like Ross, impressionable with colored rifles, don't."
"So... you've been trying to help the Avengers?"
She breaks into a laugh. "Help? Don't go that far." She retorts grinning. "Let's say we had allied objectives up to the present moment. And I have no reason to put them out of work, you know? In any case, perhaps a little time out of the spotlight and struggling will lower some of their egos. It's a shame that Mr. Stark always seems to shrug off the consequences of his actions, he could learn something without having billions to spare."
You sigh without patience for the speech, adjusting your body. "Val, speaking of money-"
"Oh, it's about time."
With a short laugh, you continue; "I need mine."
She looks at you for a moment, before smiling. "Your money has always been yours to use. Nothing has changed."
But you force a smile, not quite believing it. "Everything has changed, Val. I don't want Lady Fontaine's money. I don't want to be one of your pawns. I want a new account, a new life. With everything I've worked to earn."
"And what makes you think I can give it to you?"
You snort, rubbing a stress point on your forehead. "Please, Val, don't take me for someone naïve, who doesn't know the extent of your influence."
But Valentina sighs deeply, resting her elbows on the table and her chin in her hands, to look at you intently.
"In fact, I'm beginning to think that your naivety is indeed remarkable and, unfortunately, my responsibility." She comments, and you chuckle ironically and indignantly, but she doesn't let you question it. "There is no new beginning for you, Y/N. Not the way you're asking me, not the way you really want. You're deluding yourself if you think I can bring in false documents and billions of dollars without anyone ever finding out the truth. That's not how things work. The bill always comes, and a past so stained with red always catches up with people like us." She says and you swallow, not having the heart to interrupt when you know deep down that she's not lying. Despite her seriousness, Valentina's gaze softens: "I know it's not what you wanted to hear, but all is not lost. You've been walking around for weeks with someone who committed as many atrocities as you did, and yet have been allowed to experience the greatest version of freedom a criminal can get."
It takes a moment for you to realize that she's talking about Natasha. You glance quickly at the main area of the quinjet through the glass of the private room they got you to call Val, and your former boss uses this time to light a cigarette.
"I'm not a black widow."
Val chuckles. "Of course not, they fight much better." She comments and you grimace. Val takes a slow drag, blowing smoke against the camera before continuing to talk; "Speaking of them, you should thank your new friend sometime. The amount of black widows she's put on the market looking for work is what's given you so much time off. I'm not short-staffed, thanks to that."
"I'm glad the rescue of trafficked women has given you new employees, Contessa." You sneer in annoyance, stepping out of the way of the video and ignoring her confusion to tap lightly on the glass. The Avengers outside look up at the same time, but you wave for Natasha and Wanda to come inside. 
"Where'd you go, little bird?" Val asks the wall, and ends up choking on her smoke as the faces of the two Avengers come into focus next to you. "Oh, hello. What an honor-"
"Cut it, Val." You interrupt annoyedly, squeezed between Natasha and Wanda on the seat in the room. "Make your proposal. I want Romanoff to tell me if it's true, because she's the only one with any real experience of these things, and well, Wanda's my partner and she should be up to speed."
Your former boss smiles impressed. "What a lovely thing, a thief and an Avenger, my eyes can hardly believe it." 
You snort impatiently, but Valentina doesn't keep up the teasing. She nods, before turning her attention to the personal computer next to her phone. As she types, she repeats her earlier proposal. "I need to work on it first, dear. But I understand it will be something very similar to the agreements Miss Romanoff signed with Shield when she was hired as an Agent. Serving the American government entirely in exchange for freedom."
Natasha looks at you. "Is that what you want to do? Be an Agent?"
But you shake your head, offering her a sad smile. "There's no more Shield to recruit me. And I don't think I'm fit to be an Avenger anyway. But Val is director of the CIA. She could offer me something perfectly legal. And I could have an almost normal life."
"But what about the Sokovia agreements?" Wanda asks in concern. "You're an enhanced one."
Before you can answer, Val hums and grins. "Oh, I can see why you like that one, she's clever." You roll your eyes at the provocation, wishing you'd gone to see Val in person and could pull a gun on her to make her behave. Your boss stops typing and turns her full attention to the three of you. "Miss Maximoff has a very good point. If you wish to work with me at the moment, a CIA Agent contract, you would be legally obliged to sign the Sokovia Agreements."
You snort impatiently. "I'm not signing something that would force me to become a lab rat again! And certainly not something that says Wanda should be behind bars or-"
"Relax, I didn't say I was going to make you sign it." She cuts in. "And you're the one in a hurry for a new job after all. I don't understand the hesitation to do something that could be entirely bureaucratic if you stay out of the spotlight."
You hesitate, and exchange a quick glance with the two women next to you. Natasha shakes her head in the negative, but Wanda sighs.
"I'm pregnant."
Valentina chokes on her cigarette again, and Natasha covers her face with her hands. You don't know how to react, and Wanda keeps talking.
"Y/N is doing this for us, and if your partnership has meant anything other than work all these years, I know you'll help her."
But Valentina shakes her head, chuckling incredulously to herself. Wanda begins to worry. 
"I don't want to appeal to sentimentality, I'm just asking you to be considerate. Job or not, no one is going to put my family at risk. I won't take it lightly if your people follow and threaten her again."
But Val gestures quickly. "A child, little bird? How can you keep this a secret from me?"
You sigh tiredly. "It wasn't exactly any of your business."
But Val leans over to pick something up from the table, and you frown as you recognize your old research file. "Except, well, it's entirely my business." Val retorts seriously, her eyes running over the pages she's leafing through. Until she lets out a small exclamation. "Yes, here it is. Strucker specifically wrote that you were infertile. And that was a disappointment of course, because everyone who gets an enhanced one, would love to make more of them."
Wanda looks at you with confusion, but you stand up as if you're going to choke on the attention, taking the cell phone with you to the other corner of the room.
"I know exactly what those pages say, you don't have to read them to me." You retort angrily. "Strucker had to believe that he couldn't have more of me, okay? I couldn't..." Your voice falters, but you control your emotions by swallowing hard. "I did what I had to do. The changes to my body so that he would never find out. So that no one would find out. But when I'm with Wanda, I just... I don't think about the past. I can breathe, Val. And it happened. And I'm asking you, if your mentoring has meant anything all these years, to give me a chance to be more than a goddamn puppet. Please."
Your boss remains silent, thoughtful, before sighing and offering you something like a sincere smile, however small.
"Ten years, little bird."
You frown in confusion. "What?"
"Ten years." She repeats. "That's the most I can offer you. Your money, a new identity, a fresh start. Think of it as extended maternity leave. The child will be old enough for boarding schools, and I'll charge you for the services."
"I-I..." You hesitate, looking at Wanda who has an expression that says she can't make this decision for you.
Valentina stands up, taking the phone with her. "I'll work on your contract carefully. Nick Fury is not a foolish man, little bird. He sees the world as I do, the dangers that surround us and that must come from the outside. I like the idea of a team working on my behalf, but it's too early for anything like that. Especially with everything that's happening with the first team." Val continues, and you swallow. She gives you a genuine smile. "And of course, all those years have meant something to me. You're the first person I'd trust with the job."
You want to tell her that this isn't the kind of meaning you'd like, but you think that work reliability is all Valentina can offer you. You nod and thank her and she says goodbye before hanging up.
Natasha thinks it best to leave you and Wanda alone for a moment, and when you sit down on the floor, Wanda sits down next to you. Silently, she holds your hand and rests her head on your shoulder.
"A lot can change in ten years." You murmur, and you don't need to explain for Wanda to understand your hope that you won't have to fulfill any contracts. She squeezes your hand tighter because the decision has already been made. 
Your cell phone vibrates again, not with the CIA contract, but with your new documents and bank account filled with all the money you've earned as a mercenary. It makes your stomach turn with the feeling that you've just sold yourself again, and there's nothing you can do about it.
Wanda turns away to look at you and waits for you to do the same. Once your gazes are connected, she raises her hand to your face and pulls you in to kiss you softly on the lips.
"I'll always love you. Nothing will ever change that." She whispers against your lips, her forehead resting against yours. "I need you to promise that you'll always remember it."
You caress the wrist of the hand she holds to your cheek, and continue with your eyes closed. "I won't remember anything else."
She smiles, ending the distance again.
You kiss for a moment before you pull away to press your lips to her forehead and squeeze her hand. 
"We'll be fine, Wanda. It's me and you, and just one baby. We can manage."
She smiles tenderly, nodding before hiding her face in the crook of your neck and sighing as she repeats the words. "You're right. Two of us, and a whole team of grumpy superheroes to handle one little baby. How hard can it be?"
Six hours later, Melina Vostokoff carried out Wanda's first ultrasound, which would reveal not one, but two little boys growing inside her womb. Both of them had a natural inclination towards superpowers. 
But that's another story.
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Hobie Browne x fem!!supervillain!!reader summary: y/n and Spider-Punk have always had a complicated relationship, torn between fighting and flirting most of the time. But that gets put to the test when danger is afoot. tw!! swearing, kissing? violence, sexual innuendos notes - I am yet to read the Spider-Punk comics so if some of this doesn't seem accurate to his world I do deeply apologise- I'll be doing research whilst writing to make sure I don't mess anything up for him :)
"COULD YOU ACTUALLY KEEP WATCH THIS TIME?"HER ACOMPLACE, MAX, SPOKE TOWARDS A DAYDREAMING Y/N.
She snickered and glanced to him. --"I always keep watch."She said simply. He hummed in response as he picked the lock of the British museum.
"And yet somehow- Spider-Punk always somehow manages to stop us before we can even steal anything."His tone held annoyance to which she only grinned in response. --"Spider-Man."She corrected with a pointed finger.
"He hates being called Spider-Punk."She informed him, shrugging after receiving a look from Max. --"Are you certain you don't know his identity?"He scoffed, returning to picking the lock.
"Positive, Max."She lied, her blue eyes moving to staring straight forward.
Her relationship with Spider-Punk was weird from the very beginning but it only got weirder when she figured out who he was under that funny-looking mask.
Hobie Brown.
What's funnier about her knowing his identity is that he has no idea that she knows. She had seen him unmask in an alley months ago. And though she wasn't entirely close with Hobie, to begin with- she knew if she started randomly speaking to him a lot more than she normally would it would arise suspicion.
Believe me, she wanted nothing more than to randomly start speaking to him more, get to know the man beneath the spider-suit but she ultimately decided that it was a terrible idea.
Hobie Brown was better off not knowing that she knows.
"Alright, I don't trust you enough."She snapped her offended attention to Max who had finished picking the lock. --"You get the stuff and I'll keep watch."He ordered.
She sighed but nodded in agreement. --"At least I don't get the boring job this time."She hummed as she disappeared through the museum doors.
Her long blonde hair cascaded down her suit which prompted her to lift her hands and tie it into a ponytail. y/n came from a long line of family burglars unfortunately so she knew exactly how to dress and act when she was stealing from somewhere.
Thus she was dressed in a black bodysuit, and combat boots sat on her feet. She also wore a mask which was tied firmly around her head with a piece of thick ribbon.
Tilting her head back, she glanced around the museum with a small smile on her face. She had never actually been to a museum before. She never had the opportunity to due to her father's demands.
Reaching into her hip bag she pulled out a pouch of white dust. Emptying some onto her gloved hand, she put the pouch back into her bag.
Swallowing nervously she lifted both hands, slapping her hands together so the dust could spread around the room successfully. Within seconds she could see where the security lasers in the room were.
There weren't many, surprisingly.
Eyeing the ones in front of her, she took a few steps back before running forward- successfully dodging the lasers. She stood in the middle of the room just as her phone buzzed.
Her eyebrows pulled together in surprise as she pulled the device out. Her father was always strict to not send anyone messages during a heist so her phone buzzing was incredibly surprising.
MAX - LOOK OUT!! sent at 23:28
Just as she was about to make her way back to Max to figure out what the fuck was going on there was a loud bang.
This loud bang was an explosion coming from the front of the museum. Her eyes widened as she started running towards the back- taking notice of how the lasers had disappeared- the security system must have been destroyed.
Another explosion sounded- this one packing a way bigger punch than the first. The force of the explosion sent her flying, nearby exhibits collapsing at the impact.
She had collapsed to the ground, curling herself up into ball to avoid any pieces of structure falling on her. Once the shaking of the building had come to a stop she pushed herself up to sit on her knees, her eyes wide with confusion.
Just as she turned her attention to the front of the museum a group of thugs come waltzing in, guns in hand. And Max in hand.
Her gaze darkened as she rose to her feet, catching the attention of the one in front.
"well if it isn't, Black Cat."He snickered, he pointed to Max with his gun carelessly. --"Should have known you'd be here if you're little bitch was."He spoke.
She hummed as she walked closer, stepping over pieces of wreckage. The man instantly turned the gun on her prompting her to lift her hands up in defence.
"Drop what you've nicked."He demands. She chuckled and shook her head. --"I haven't even stolen anything yet."She informed him.
The click of his gun is heard as he fires a warning shot to the ground just next to Max, causing the man to flinch in surprise.
"You think am an idiot? Drop it."the gunsman snapped at her. The second the sentence left his lips a web shot out from above, sticking to the mans gun and pulling it away from him.
"Nah."A familiar voice spoke and y/n had to fight the smile on her face. --"I reckon you're an idiot, mate."
Hobie dropped down out of nowhere, standing a couple of feet away from y/n. --"Good one, Spider-Punk." she told him sarcastically, smiling brightly in his direction that she had no doubt he was scrunching his nose up at.
"Don't just gawk you fuckin' idiots!!"the shooter snapped to his men. --"Shoot them."He demanded.
This demand had y/n snapping her head forward in surprise just as an arm suddenly wrapped itself around her figure as she goes flying suddenly.
Hobie, upon hearing the demand had instantly grabbed ahold of y/n to swing her to safety somewhere. He didn't want her getting hurt in the process of him taking these shooters down.
He landed them somewhere behind a pillar, that was as best as he could do without risking being shot at.
"My hero."She mocked as she pressed her back against the pillar, peeking around the corner. --"'don't believe in heroes."He reminded her and she chuckled and glanced at him.
"Then what exactly are you doing, spider?"She mocked. He shrugged and gestured to her, --"Rescuin' a damsel."He responded just as mockingly.
"Lucky for you"She reached into her boot to pull out her own handgun. --"I don't need rescuing." she spoke, leaning forward to glance around the pillar.
"Where the fuck did you get tha'?"He asked, surprised at the weapon she had pulled. --"2293 mind your own business street."She responded as she suddenly moved from one pillar to another.
"What is with the mask? that one's new." He gestured to the mask on her face. --"Oh you don't like?" She teased, turning her head to his.
"Didn't say that, love." He responded, smirking underneath the mask. She smirked and leaned forward a little, --"I'll be sure to wear it more often, then."She told him. His gaze fell to her thigh highs.
"What else you got in those?" He questioned, gesturing to her boots. The smirk never wiped from her face. --"Wouldn't you like to know." She retaliated, her eyelids hooded as she stared up at him.
Hobie swallowed as y/n suddenly moved again from the pillar they were behind to another one, her gun drawn.
He debated staying by her side but ultimately settled on taking down the shooters before they actually hurt someone. y/n watched him disappear up to the roof and she turned her attention forward.
She wasn't actually considering killing anyone, the gun was simply for protection. Spotting one of the shooters she sneaked around the edge of another pillar before running forward and sweeping his legs with her own causing him to fall to his back, she kicked his gun away with her feet and delivered a swift punch to the side of his head, knocking him out instantly.
The click of a gun made her snap her head to the side in surprise only to see the same shooter as before, this time with the gun pointed at Max.
"you're ruining everything you bitch, "he snapped at her as her eyes flickered to Max. --"Let my brother go."She demanded, her voice strong.
The shooter only chuckled at the demand, failing to see the way she had angled her gun in her hands. --"Not happening."he mocked just as she pulled the trigger.
The bullet lodged itself into the shooter's foot. He let out a loud cry of pain, releasing Max as he fell to his ass. y/n rushed over to her brother to make sure he wasn't injured which he wasn't thankfully.
But she was too busy checking on her brother that she completely missed the gun that was pointed in her direction.
BANG!!
A bullet came hurling in her direction, grazing over the corner of her shoulder. A loud cry of pain passed her lips as she doubled over, her hand instantly flying to her shoulder.
Max's eyes widen and he instantly grabs the gun from y/n's hold, pointing it towards the man who had shot at her, shooting him straight through the shoulder.
y/n fell to her knees, grunting in pain as she pressed against her injury. Max kneeled down next to his sister, a worried expression on his face but he knew they didn't have time to dilly dally here.
"y/n, hey- look at me."He cradled her face in his hands. --"We have to get out of here before we're taken."He reminded her, nodding towards Hobie who was nearly finished up with the last remaining shooters.
She huffed out and nodded her head. --"I know. You take the roads I'll take the alley like usual."She mumbled as she stumbled to her feet. Max shook his head.
"You're injured we shouldn't split up-"He attempted to argue but shut up the second y/n shot him a look.
"Road way. Got it."He mumbled, taking a few steps backwards before running off.
Turning her head, y/n kneeled down next to the guy that she had knocked out, ripping off some of his shirt to tie around her injured shoulder.
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She staggered down an alley, a hand pressed to her shoulder instinctively. Her hand clutched the gun she had stolen from the man she had knocked out, worried she would run into more trouble.
Tonight could have gone a lot smoother.
Not only did she get injured but she had failed to steal anything of meaning from the museum. Boy, was her dad going to be pissed at her and Max.
Perhaps that was why she was taking her time walking through this alley. She could have been home a while ago but she slowed her steps- wishing to enjoy the peace she was getting in that moment.
Not to mention she was going to have to be stitched up and she knew that was going to hurt like a bitch.
"That looks like it hurts a belter."
Her eyes widen and she instantly spun around, the gun pointed at the source of the voice. She relaxed somewhat when seeing Hobie hanging there, upside down, his face covered by his mask.
"Are you following me, bug? I'm flattered." She mused taking a step forward as she dropped her arm holding the gun.
He only chuckled in response. --"You're a wanted thief aren't ya?"He asked sarcastically to which she hummed and nodded her head, pouting her bottom lip as she walked closer to the upside down man.
"You have to be a good thief to actually be wanted."She said with a chuckle, deciding to slip the gun into her boot. She raised an eyebrow, --"You not going to take me in?"
Hobie didn't respond for a moment. --"Nah. I'm not gonna to take you in, y/n."
She was surprised to hear her real name come from him. --"Ah. You know my name now." She put on a brave face as she lifted a hand to pull off his mask. --"Hobie." She finished as she pulled his mask off fully, clutching the fabric in-between her gloved hands.
Hobie didn't have a surprised look on his face. He looked calm and concerned. --"How long have you known?" She questioned after a moment of silence.
"A while. You?"
She raised both of her eyebrows. --"Ditto."
She lifted a finger to press against his eyebrow piercing. --"Always liked you're piercings." She hummed, dropping her eyes to look into his brown ones.
"You goin' to get on with it or not?"He said boldly, she quirked an eyebrow as she scoffed a small laugh, taking another step forward.
And as she leaned closer, she glanced down, taking his shut eyes as consent enough to press her lips against his. Her hands lifted to rest against the side of his face, no longer caring that her shoulder was in agony cos holy fuck she was kissing Hobie Brown.
Hobie, being upside down of course, leaned into the kiss as much as he possibly could but left all the work up to y/n who moved her lips tenderly against his.
They had both wanted this for a while and now knowing who one another was helped significantly with getting across the finish line.
Hobie dropped one of his hands from above him to rest on the back of y/n's head, pushing her further. His fingers tangled themselves in her blonde ponytail, taking enjoyment in twirling chunks of her hair between his fingers.
Of course they knew they couldn't do this for the rest of the night and they are reminded of that fact when a sudden pain shot through y/n's arm causing her to let out an abrupt gasp of pain against Hobie's lips.
She hissed and retracted her lips, leaning her forehead against his chin as she removed her hand from his face and placed it over her injured shoulder.
"you need patchin'" He informed her like it was old news. She chuckled through the pain and nodded her head, shutting her eyes as she tried steadying her heart rate.
The thud of him dropping to the ground in front of her didn't make her open her eyes, she kept them shut, resisting the urge to squeeze her shoulder.
"you can crash at mine, tonight."He told her. Now that did make her snap her eyes open.
"What? Hobie I can't, my dad-"
"You're dad's going to be nicked tonight."he blurted out causing her to pause, her eyes wide.
Hobie was fully aware of the difficult situation that y/n was in with her dad. All of her friends knew that she had a weird relationship with him. And when Hobie found out that she was Black Cat he finally understood why she always seemed so afraid to even mention him.
y/n's dad had been forcing her to steal since she was a child but that could all finally stop if he was going to prison.
"You're free, y/n."He informed her.
y/n hated her father. Always has. He had taught her to steal since she was 5- abusing her when she refused. She had never wanted to be a thief in the first place, she wanted to be an artist. But her dad had always only had money in mind.
But if he was going to be prison she wouldn't have to do this anymore.
Without warning she had lunged forward, wrapping her arms around Hobie's waist. Hobie didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her figure, accepting the hug without a seconds thought.
She pulled back, a small smile on her face as she lifted her hand to pull off her mask. Hobie smiled at that. She handed him back his mask as he noded to her shoulder.
"Let's head to mine."
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a/n this was so shit and I apologise- I was actually thinking about making this an actual book on my wattpad cos I like the idea of this very much- I had to rush everything into this one I apologise- apologies if the kiss seemed rushed- if I do decide to make it a book it will be the complete opposite I promise!!
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Round 4 - Catholic Character Tournament
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Propaganda below ⬇️
Gambit
He is catholic, cares about the cross and baby jesus and everything. He also has red and black eyes and a member of a Guild of Thieves. He has been a thief since a child and is proud of it. His marriage was anulled and he got remarried later, but inbetween he had a lot of sex with random people. The fact that he is catholic and doing all this shit is never brought into question.
Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler Propaganda:
good lord where do i start. in the animated series he converts logan to catholisism and then fucks off basically thats the main thing he did there. i think one time they tried to make him a demon to explain how he looked but everyone hated that. he sold his soul one time to help his friends out after he died. he and logan have a weird little gay thing. he was a priest one time but he was made a priest by a fake bishop from a religion that hates mutants iirc so he just wasnt a priest. like 3 people have written him in a way i like and one of those is my friend just talking about how they view him.
wow marvel loves making catholic characters dress/look like demons
Kurt is a mutant who was born to mystique who looks a LOT like a devil (technically is half one but that cannon truth isn’t real go back to bed), his mother dropped him off a cliff when he was born and he was picked up by a Romani group/circus (fuck old comics man) however he then narrowly escaped being sold to a freak show and found himself in a small German town. There he met a kind priest, who showed him God, and he quickly grew attached to the idea- However, it wasn’t long before people began labeling him a demon and soon the whole town was against him with pitchforks and fire. Cornered and injured, Kurt thought this might be the end for him- maybe he would see heaven so long after finding it- but he was then saved by Charles Xavier who invited him to the X-Men. AND ITS BEEN SO MANY YEARS AND HE HAS BEEN THROUGH SO MUCH THERE. SO MUCH. SO GOD DAMN MUCH. BUT THE MOST AAAA THING TO ME CONCERNING HIS FAITH HE WHEN HE LITERALLY DIED AND WENT TO HEAVEN BUT THEN BECAUSE OF DRAMA WITH HIS FATHER HAD TO BRING HIS FRIENDS IN WITH HIM FROM THE BEYOND. THEN WITH ALOT OF TROUBLE THEY FOUGHT HIS FATHER AND THE ONLY WAY KURT SAW TO STOP HIM WAS IN A MOVE THAT STRIPPED THEM BOTH OF THEIR SOULS AND PUT THEM BACK ON EARTH. SO KURT CANONICALLY HAS NOW LOST HIS ABILITY FOR ETERNAL PEACE, LOST HIS VERY SOUL, TO SAVE PEOPLE- AND ALSO TOLD NO ONE NOT EVEN HIS GAY LOVER WOLVERINE.
Nightcrawler is a mutant vigilante who looks like a classical demon. He can’t even go to church without people panicking and trying to exorcize him. Despite it all, he’s so full of faith and hope and compassion, and he wants to believe the best of everyone. Also, he’s bffs with an extremely angry Jewish sword lesbian. That has nothing to do with anything, but it’s important to me that you all know that.
What if you were a devout christian and literally looked like the devil? He nearly became the pope, which was a plot by some supervillains that also involved faking a rapture? There is nothing like comics I swear to god.
A catholic who is half demon I don’t think I can better explain a struggle than that. But his character is so relatable to people who feel unwelcome with their congregation because of something that is a part of them but still feeling a connection to the faith. Kurt actively engaged in his faith and shares how his faith helps him through all the things he has faced in life and how he found a home with those of the church who leave the judging to God.
so they made kurt a priest briefly before deciding to retcon it, resulting in nightcrawler actually being part of a plan by villains to promote him to pope then reveal to the world that the pope is a demon. wild.
I have a side blog and a tattoo about him and i really really want him to win
Wisecracking devil-appearing devout Catholic with the Best superpower (teleportation)? HECK YES
German Catholic circus acrobat who looks like a demon & can teleport through a hellish alternate dimension with a puff of sulfur. Character of all time.
hes catholic and his dad is the devil. what could be funnier than that. also hes my silly little guy.
Nightcrawler is the world’s most fun catholic priest. I first was introduced to this kindhearted teleporting acrobat while he saved a boat full of stowaway refugees from inter dimensional pirates with swashbuckling gusto!
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Hero x Villain Masterlist
Recurring Characters:
These Two Dorks Masterlist (mostly fluff but angst looms on the horizon, hurt/comfort)
Vampire Hero Masterlist (black comedy, affectionate whump parody, lots of torture attempts/mentions even if that rarely turns out the way the torturer planned)
Others:
Reverse chronological order. (prompt) indicates when the original idea is from someone else.
Random Word Prompts: What it says on the tin. Marvel as I turn one random word into a bunch of H/V prompts.
Through the mirror : What’s the thing to do after having an epic fight with the local Villainess ? Drinking a couple of beers with her, of course. It’s only polite.
Crash Meeting (prompt): Detective tries to bring down Villain. They don’t succeed, but what they’ve just discovered might be even more important.
Jack-in-a-box Surprise: A bunch of civilians are stuck in the room with a villain taking the form of their worst fears. Good luck with that.
Pounding Headache (sicktember): Thief has a bad day. The burglary didn’t turn well, Villain turned on them, what better moment for a migraine to begin?
Gilded Cage (prompt): Villain has Hero trapped in a ghastly – wait actually, it’s a pretty cool apartment. That’s a trick, right?
Who dies, who lives (prompt): You’ve always been a fan of Superhero, and you don’t take too well that they’ve just been killed. Where’s your partner anyway?
To make a right (prompt): A gritty detective informs his unlikely friend and unanimously beloved superhero Sunblade that distasteful things were made in his name.
Mind-Melting (prompt) part 1 and 2: Hero has a lot to do between an amnesic Supervillain, an emo teen Sidekick, and a cat. One of them is much more powerful than the others. One of my first posts here so the style is, ah, certainly made of words.
Detective x Thief
Cold Case (for sicktember): A detective gets hired to find a stolen painting. Unfortunately, he catches a cold before catching the culprits.
Cold Meeting (prompt): This detective really wishes this client would leave him in peace. He might have secrets of his own.
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And now for something mildly different:
Whump/Horror Masterlist.
Fantasy Masterlist
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Save My Love (Or Kill This Heart) by raethye
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Seokjin x Taehyung
Length: 61.8K, complete
Characters: Kim Seokjin | Jin, Kim Taehyung | V, Kim Namjoon | RM, Park Jimin (BTS), Jeon Jungkook, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Min Yoongi | Suga, Original Character(s)
Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Superheroes, Superpowers, Supervillains, Revenge, Memory Alteration, Secret Identity, Angst, Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Light Bondage, Superpower Sex, Second Chances, Romance, Top Kim Seokjin | Jin, Bottom Kim Taehyung | V, Trauma, Blood and Violence, Major Character Injury, Justice, Sad Kim Taehyung | V, Aged-Up Character(s)
The new guy in apartment 1613 is loud. Not in the usual sense of blaring music or stomping feet or overenthusiastic workouts combining both, but nevertheless loud. A surge of secondhand loneliness slams into Seokjin. He's got half a bottle of whiskey to offer some ‘welcome to the neighborhood’ shots with, but no way to explain his pre-dawn presence.
How does one show up unannounced and tell a complete stranger that they seem sad?
The superheroes of Seoul are dealing with a high-profile thief. Seokjin is dealing with Taehyung, his mysterious new neighbor, who may or may not be stealing his heart.
FULL WORK (complete)
Chapter 01
Chapter 02
Chapter 03
Chapter 04
Chapter 05
Chapter 06
Chapter 07
Chapter 08
Chapter 09
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
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dreamlandcreations · 8 months
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Moodboards masterlist #2
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This is (the continuation of) my graveyard for the moodboards I will not write about… no, I will not… well… maybe…
• Moodboards masterlist #1• Main Masterlist •
Aleksander Morozova
Dystopian AU inspired by @marvelmusing's Rebel Hacker!Alina
His Dark Materials AU
Star Trek AU (The Darkling as Q) inspired by @oeuryale's comment on Balance Between Forces
Peter Pan AU (Captain Hook!Aleksander x Tinkerbell!Reader)
Red Riding Hood AU (wolf!Aleksander x red riding hood!Reader)
Stargate: Atlantis AU - wraith!Darkling x ex-Runner!Reader
Tradition - warlock!Aleksander x witch!Reader
Tidelands AU - tidelander!Aleksander Morozova x tidelander!Reader
Timetravel AU - Darkling x Grisha!Reader 100% inspired by @marvelmusing’s amazing In Another Life series
Secret Sweet Tooth - Darkling x chef!Reader
Stardust AU - warlock!Darkling x star!Reader
A Midsummer Night’s Dream AU - fairy king!Aleksander x fairy queen!Reader
The Maze - fae!Aleksander x Reader
The Wedding Planner AU - modern!Aleksander Morozova x Reader (Aleksander x Alina)
The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor-ish AU (“Mummy”!Darkling x reincarnated Shu princess!Reader)
Anime AU - fox demon!Darkling x half deity!Reader
Underwold AU
Meet Joe Black AU - Death!Aleksander Morozova x doctor!Reader (Billy Russo x Reader)
Alfie Solomons
Magic Academy AU - headmaster!Alfie x student!Reader
Oceans Thirteen AU - casino owner!Alfie x thief!Reader
Modern Gangster AU
You've got mail AU
Grimm AU - blutbad!Alfie x grimm!Reader (fuchsbau!Tommy)
architect!Alfie Solomons x artist!Reader
Supervillain roommates AU inspired by @creativepromptsforwriting's list
Tidelands AU - smuggler!Alfie Solomons x tidelander!Reader
Timetravel AU - King!Alfie Solomons x archaeologist!Reader created for @raincoffeeandfandoms ‘s 1800 followers celebration
The Mentalist AU - mentalist!Alfie Solomons x D.D.A.!Reader x detective!Tommy Shelby
Sabotage - chef!Alfie Solomons x manager!Reader
Men (modern AU) - Tommy Shelby x Reader x Alfie Solomons
S.O.S. love! AU - Alfie Solomons x Reader(+Tommy Shelby x May Carleton)
The Illusionist AU - Illusionist!Alfie Solomons x Duchess!Reader
Billy Russo
Star Wars AU (Emperor!Billy version) Star Wars AU (ex-smuggler/criminal version) inspired by @marvelmusing's Jedi!Billy and Sith!Billy
Star Trek AU (Billy as Borg) inspired by @oeuryale's comment on Balance Between Forces
Castaway AU
Arranged Marriage AU - mob boss!Billy Russo x Reader
The Vow AU
Pirate AU - pirate!Billy Russo x mermaid!Reader
Pirate AU - pirate!Billy Russo x princess!Reader
Pirates of the Caribbean AU
Surprise baby inspired by this which was inspired by idk what
Vampire Hunter AU - hunter!Billy Russo x vampire!Reader
Grim Reaper AU (Kdrama style) - grim reaper!Billy Russo x deity! Reader inspired by the Goblin, Hotel Del Luna, Tomorrow
Supervillain roommates AU inspired by @creativepromptsforwriting's list
Tidelands AU - tidelander!Billy Russo x siren!Reader
Madripoor - powerbroker!Billy Russo x extremis powered!Reader
The Invitation AU - Billy Russo x vampire!Reader
The Siren and his Pirate - siren!Billy Russo x pirate!Reader
Underworld AU
Meet Joe Black AU - Death!Aleksander Morozova x doctor!Reader (Billy Russo x Reader)
The Last Witch Hunter AU - warlock!Billy Russo x witch!Reader (witch hunter!Frank Castle)
Billy Russo x Daredevil!Reader
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#12
A Hasty Decision
Warning: their is none.
Paring: villain x thief
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The Villain was sitting with thief at their hideout, playing a game of cards and having a somewhat pleasant conversation.
" You know the hero is going to fight today." The thief said with a simple shrug of their shoulders.
" And, why should I care about that?" The Villain question with one brow raised.
The thief placed down a plus 4 wild card before saying." That's 4 cards and the new color is yellow, also I just thought I'd let you know that our stupid hero is going to try fighting the supervillain head on." 
The villain's eyes twitch when they laid a total number of 21 cards down, ending the short game of uno. 
" They're going to do what?!!" The Villain the had shricked out in a furry.
The thief sighed as they tossed their 2 cards down onto the table as well. " and here I thought you didn't care." The thief had said with a sly grin at the end.
" oh, don't you start with me, Right now WE'EV got an idiot to save!!!" The Villain had loudly said to the thief as they staggered out from the seat in a hurry.
The thief sighed as they watched the villain take off in a hurry only to come back a moment later. " forgetting something, or rather someone?" The thief had muttered out with a deadpan expression.
Without a word the villain scooped the thief up, resulting in the thief yelping when being tossed over the villain's shoulder. 
" Ok, now I'm ready!" The Villain had loudly declared once more, as they took off with the thief.
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mastermasterlist1p1 · 3 months
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Stuff i like
Anyone has some good stories without the smut? I don't care about the fandom
Whump :
[tw choking, manhandling, captivity, stockholm syndrome, masochistic whumpee]
Vampire x human whumpee (A centuries old vampire takes in a mortal bloodbag as a gift from his maker. )
some Stockholm
what's best
giving information
Two Weeks of Whump Masterpost
The Scry Masterlist
Clove Masterlist
The Scry
🩸 Kane & Jim Masterlist🩸
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old bones
The Promise
White moves first pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5
Bruises
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JJK :
Yuuta x reader (basically yuuta is like a yandere but reader is okay with it, literally the best one I've read I LOVE IT)
Haunted (toji x reader)
synopsis in which satoru really needed to start reading the gc more often. solves a lot.
tell me about love (show me how) | gojo satoru
❝ 𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐌𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐘! ❞
❝ PROF. GETO'S CLASS IS SO HARD, BUT HE'S SO HOT!! ❞. Pt.2
AURORA BOREALIS GREEN
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Hero, villain and stuff :
Protective ( villain x villain stuff, Supervillain swoops in to help them out of their misery )
Hero x villain (hero has wings and she's basically a monster)
Some romantic hero x villain 😏
Hero x medic
Bodily Responses
"I love you."
Hero got amnesia
Mutually Assured Destruction (DAAMAMMMNNNNN EVERYONE NEEDS TO READ IT)
Hero has amnesia from an injury Villain caused. Guilty, Villain took them in until their memory returns
A Good Roommate Is Hard To Find pt.2 pt.3 pt.4
Kidnapped by the Boss pt.6
First meeting (dork villain and hero)
Sweet dreams : pt.1 pt.10
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Masterlists :
@treasuringizu masterlist
Watercolorfreckles masterlist
Masterlist of oddsconvert (whumpee stuff)
Masterlist of thepenultimatword
Jazz's Master List
Neptunsopening
arealphrooblem masterlist
im-a-wonderling's masterlist
treasuringizu's masterlist
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Mixte1963 :
Joseph Descamps x Michel pt.2 pt.3 (it's on Ao3 ) A Mixte 1963/Voltaire High fanfiction about Michèle Magnan and Joseph Descamps
Joseph Descamps x reader
I don't know
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BNHA :
Deku × reader (ok so deku is a pro hero famous and stuff but he's lonely and needs a partner, meets reader and decides to date her but reader is a thief. I won't die peacefully unless there's a pt 2)
Katsuki x reader (divorced, it's Christmas)
He hadn't meant to fall in love. (Katsuki x reader)
Shigaraki being touched starved
Love like a ghost (shigaraki x reader)
Yandere Vampire!Shoto x Human!reader
Touya x reader
vitality : pt.1
Accidental Boyfriend (tomura x reader)
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Denji with a Codependent gf!
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Some stuff I didn't read yet
Hmm1
Hmm2
"creature of myth."
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lesbianwriter · 1 year
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Master list #2
I reached my link limit on the other one :(
Retired Hero
Part one
Part two
Werewolf x Witch
Part one
Henchman x Villain
Part one
Part two
Part three
Part four
Detective x Thief
Part one
Part two
Sick Villain
Part one
Crabby Villain and Naive Hero Stuck Together
Part one
Part two
Single Mother Villain
Part one
Love Serum
Part one
Part two
The Show Must Go On
Part one
QPR
Part one
Supervillain and Scientist
Part one
Was It All a Lie
Part one
Princess in the Dragon Tower
Part one
Morally Grey Hero
Part one
Favorite Villain
Part one
Cage
Part one
Spies and Lies
Part one
Part two
Part three
Villain Kidnaps Civilian For Attention
Part one
Part two
Working Together
Part one
Cop x Villain
Part one
Lonely Lamia
Part one
An Old Enemy
Part one
Mentors and Mentees
Part one
Aro/Ace Assassins
Part one
Sidekick x Supervillain
Part one
Secret Identity
Part one
Cuddles and Kisses
Part one
Villain’s Child Wants to be a Hero
Part one
Part two
Asthma Attack
Part one
Replacement
Part one
Does It Hurt?
Part one
Civilian Kidnaps Villain
Part one
Straight Hero Flirts With Villain
Part one
A Goddess’s Aid
Part one
Hero x Civilian
Part one
Demon Transformation
Part one
Valentines Day
Part one
Hourglass
Part one
Bratty Hero
Part one
Stockholm Syndrome
Part one
Villain Dies
Part one
Running from the Law
Part one
Illusionist Vigilante
Part one
Retired Superhero and Supervillain
Part one
Evil Monologue
Part one
Childhood Friends to Enemies
Part one
Bad Day
Part one
Civilian and Villain are Roommates
Part one
Rehabilitation With Silent Villain
Part one
Part two
Villain x Reader
Part one
Hero is Villain’s Maid
Part one
Part two
Robot x Human
Part one
Part two
Part three
Hero Sitting By the Window
Part one
Dragon Kidnaps a Princess
Part one
Shy Vampire
Part one
Sunlight
Part one
Villain Cares for Civilian
Part one
Sleeping In
Part one
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Second Secret Santa
There were some extenuating circumstances with one of the secret Santas, so I got this lovely bonus prompt. This is for @lili-loves-whump. I'm so so sorry, it's late. I've been traveling so I've just been writing when I can. I hope you like it!
"Hero x Villain comfort after villain has been hurt or panicked or smth."
Villain could barely breathe. Every time they inhaled, they choked, phantom fingers digging hard into their larynx. No matter how much they rubbed away Supervillain's touch, the murderous pressure lingered.
"Hiding in our hole today, are we?"
Villain gave a little leap, whipping around so fast they knocked their shoulder against the wall. They gasped, clutching it as they squinted at the familiar face in the doorway.
Hero.
How did they manage to make ever word out of their mouth condescending? Did they practice? Drawl sarcasms into the mirror until they hurt their own feelings?
Villain curled tighter against the wall. "Just get out."
"What's up with your voice?"
Great. They'd hoped the squeak wasn’t too noticeable, but apparently there was no hiding it.
"Just a little under the weather," Villain muttered. "So you can go. There's nothing going on today. No plans, no fight. You wasted the trip."
Hero crossed the room in three strides, the back of their large hand smoothly transferring from their side to Villain's forehead.
Villain fell back on their hands. "W-what are you doing?"
"No fever," Hero said. But you are a little flush--" They froze, hard eyes sliding from Villain's face to their throat. "What. Is. That?"
Villain quickly crossed their arms over the bare skin, but Hero snatched their hands away, wrapping a supernaturally strong arm around them to pin both limbs at their sides. Ironically, even while gruff they were more careful than Supervillain. Their hold was firm, but it didn't hurt.
Hero's free hand ghosted the bruises marring Villain's throat. Villain flinched violently, and Hero's hand moved back a couple inches.
"Finger marks," Hero said matter-of-factly. Villain hadn't had a chance to look at the bruises yet--they'd only had time to run and hide--but it must have been obvious. "Who did this?"
"Why does it matter?"
"Because I'm asking," Hero said, furrowing their brow.
"Ah, and you're a hero? Again, why does it matter? Why do you care?" Their voice rose a little with each word and their throat ached even more.
Hero clenched their jaw. Slowly their arm slid off Villain's waist, and they stepped back. Strangely enough the strength wrapped around them had been almost...in some strange way...comforting. At least, it had lowered their heartbeat a little. They were a little reluctant for the pressure to let up so soon.
"Believe it or not," Hero said. "I'd rather have you behind bars than find you dead in an alley."
"Believe it or not," Villain echoed. "I couldn't care less for your preferences. And I can take care of myself."
"You have handprints on your neck. Obviously you can't."
"It was a disagreement. That's all."
Hero narrowed their eyes. "Anithero...Other Hero...Thief...Supervillain?"
Villain flinched.
"Ah ha!" Hero whipped toward the door, pushing their fluttering cape back over their shoulder.
"No!" Villain's voice grated painfully.
Hero swept out the door, climbing out the window and onto the fire escape.
"Hero, no!" Villain caught the end of Hero's cape just before they leaped over the edge.
Hero turned on them, that stupid arrogant face staring down at them with that usual condescending look. Like they couldn't believe Villain was even wasting their time with an argument.
"Don't. If Supervillain thought I told you... If they thought I was consorting with heroes at all..."
Villain couldn't breathe. They gasped in a couple useless breaths, but their lungs still burned and their vision swayer.
Hero clapped a hand on Villain's shoulders, bending close so their concrete gaze loomed right overhead, cementing them to the spot.
"I don't plan on leaving them alive."
The air rushed in all at once.
Hero unfolded Villain's fingers from their cape and stepped up onto the fire escape railing.
"Why?" Villain said, blinking after them. "We're enemies. Not even the flirty kind. Just plain old beat each other up and hate each other enemies."
"Maybe you just haven't caught on," Hero said.
Villain flushed, and Hero grinned smugly. Though after a moment their expression dropped into something more serious. "I don't know. Even if we're not on good terms...feels wrong to let it happen." They looked away quickly. Almost as if, for once, they were afraid of what Villain might read in their eyes. "I'll be back once its over."
With that Hero took off into the air, disappearing into the glare of the sun.
True to their word, they returned two hours later, splattered in blood and swinging a plastic grocery sack full of vanilla ice cream, cold packs, and ginger tea in their fist.
Their relationship was quite a bit different after that.
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fictionadventurer · 9 months
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AU asks, for all eleven of the AUs you mentioned in your tags (including the Blackberry Bushes one because why not!), mix and match for whichever one you like: 2, 5, 9, 10, 11, 13, 17, 18, 20, 21, 24
2. Summarize this au in 5 sentences.
Psmith Star Wars AU: Mike Jackson is a cadet at an Outer Rim Imperial Academy whose dreams of flying an X-Wing for the Empire shatter when he learns of the Empire's atrocities. When his brother defects to the Rebellion, Mike and some of his fellow cadets decide to leave the Academy and join the rebel cause. The boys are nearly captured during their escape attempt, but they're saved by Mike's eccentric roommate, Psmith, who turns out to be a former Jedi youngling who's been hiding from the Empire. After they make their escape, Mike and his fellow cadets have to decide whether they can trust this sly, arrogant boy with these unnatural powers, and they need to find a way to find and help the Rebellion.
5. What is something you kept the same?
Lord Peter Wimsey Telepath AU: I've kept the setting and situations as close to the originals as possible. It's still 1930s England. Harriet's still accused of murdering her lover. Lord Peter's still an aristocrat. The only difference is that various superpowers are a known and accepted part of society, and Peter's ability to literally know Harriet's thoughts adds a whole new and more difficult dimension to the power imbalance between them.
9. Is there a scene you wish you could've included, but couldn't? Why?
Sherlock Holmes Pushing Daisies Crossover AU: I wish I could have figured out what the actual mystery was for the first snippet I wrote for this AU. Unfortunately, my mystery-writing skills don't extend that far.
10. Is there a character you wish you could've included, but couldn't? Why?
Queen's Thief AU of Psmith: It would be really fun to have Queen's Thief versions of Billy Windsor and Bat Jarvis, but I can't think of a great way to fit them into the story that I've outlined--as I've laid it out, Psmith takes Attolia's throne mostly through his cunning and convenient connections.
11. Is there any relationship that's different in this au than in the source material?
Supergirl "Kara raised by the Kents" AU: Since Kara's actually raised by the Kents in this AU, she's got a much deeper and more complicated relationship with them. Her relationship with Martha is rocky, because she sees Martha as competition for her role as Kal's primary caretaker. Taking care of Kal is the only purpose Kara has left in life, and it takes a lot for her to let other people into that relationship.
13. Write a lil snippet set in this verse.
From Powers and Prejudice:
"Lizzie, Jane's on TV!" Lydia shouted. Lizzie rushed into the living room, where her sisters were gathered around the set. Headlines blared BREAKING NEWS beneath live footage of a supervillain attack downtown. The Blur was already on the scene, speeding innocent victims away from danger. The Archer--outside of Pemberley--was even lending a hand. And among them in pink spandex was unmistakably-- "Jane?" Lizzie shouted. "What's she doing there?" Mom was so excited that sparks crackled around her hair. "She did so well the other night that I couldn't let the Blur fight this one alone. It was my duty to send Jane to help." Lizzie was horrified. That had been a skirmish, easily dealt with. This was turning into a battle. One of the criminals had some type of fire manipulation ability, and flames filled most of the screen. To see Jane among that-- "Are you nuts?" Lizzie shouted. "She could die out there!" Lydia rolled her eyes. "What are you so worried about? It's not like she can get hurt." Not externally. Jane's skin was invulnerable, and there was nothing that could overpower her strength. But her respiratory system was as delicate as anyone's, and there was a lot of smoke out there. Jane acquitted herself well, but eventually, Lizzie's fears were realized. Just as the last of the criminals was neutralized, Jane collapsed to the pavement. The Blur, in bright blue, was at her side in an instant. He checked over Jane and gathered her into his arms, a look of panic on his masked face. In less than a second, they disappeared from the scene. While her mother and sisters exclaimed over the scene--did you see the way he looked at her?--Lizzie headed toward the door. Mom asked, "Lizzie, where are you going?" "I don't know if you noticed, but your daughter is injured. I'm going to help her. "She's in the care of one of Netherfield's Defenders! She's perfectly safe." "I'll believe that when I see it." Kitty, fretful, said, "The Blur's so fast. They're miles away by now. Hidden away in his secret headquarters." Lizzie shrugged. "Then I'll find his secret headquarters." Ignoring their protests, she went out the door.
17. What important events have you 'translated' from canon to make sense into this au, if any?
Milo Murphy's Law Star Wars AU: Murphy's Law makes a lot of sense as an out-of-control connection to the Force. And I've turned Diogee into a droid (DO-G) because there don't seem to be many dogs in Star Wars.
18. Is there any theme or motif in this au that isn't in the original work?
Politically-realistic Princess Diaries 2 AU: There's a much stronger exploration of the theme of duty vs. love, because we have multiple characters who have dealt with this conflict. There's also a thread exploring religion, because Mia's priest uncle is a prominent character.
20. Share THREE headcanons! But about different characters.
American Hallmark Royal Romances:
The princess of California was a candidate for an arranged marriage with the crown prince of Maine until a Spunky Commoner came along and stole his heart. She was actually rather hurt by this, until it sparked her own romance story.
The Spunky Commoner met the crown prince of Maine while working on some artistic endeavor for his family. She was rather baffled by this whole royalty thing, until her relationship with the prince provided some cultural background.
Sam, the crown prince of Texas, is a bit ashamed of his nation and especially the over-the-top Texas-ness of his father. He's an excellent code-switcher, and has a bit of trouble straddling the cultural expectations of Texas and the outside world.
21. What makes you most excited about this fic?
Lord Peter Wimsey Star Wars AU: What's there not to get excited about? The Scarlet-Pimpernel-ness of Peter as a double agent within the Empire! The drama of Peter dealing with Force-visions of the future. Force-sensitive Dowager Duchess. Peter having Thrawn as both an art-and-culture buddy and an increasingly-suspicious-of-him nemesis. He's just such a fun character to throw into the structure of this universe.
24. Ramble about something you haven't gotten to talk about yet.
Blackberry Bushes Superhero AU: It says to ramble, so I'll ramble. First off, I feel guilty even claiming this an an AU, since this was really your idea and I just added some stuff to it. But it's such a fun concept and it comes to mind as an AU quite a bit because there are so many fun ways this story warps the typical superhero plots. The Superman character marries a former villain who has good reason to fear him and be suspicious of his fellow heroes. The former supervillain dictatorship is undergoing reform, and it's a legitimate thing, and we get to see the politics of that and see the ruler's children growing up in this system. Delclis' father used to be one of the great heroes, but his memory is tarnished because of the collateral damage his extreme powers caused, and now Declis has to deal with getting the same powers. Antavia's plotline of walking away from the throne become her walking away from her superpowers and inadvertently leading to the creation of her best friend's most dangerous nemeses. They're stories you couldn't come up with under the usual superhero tropes, but combining it with this very different type of story creates new and interesting angles that wouldn't ordinarily come to mind, and that's so fun.
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therese-lokidottir · 5 months
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The Avengers: Earth Mightiest Heroes & X-Men Evolution series watch
The Man in the Ant Hill written by Christopher Yost
This episode begins somewhere in the African jungle where scientist Hank Pym is studying a rare piece of vibranium that was discovered by SHIELD. Ulysses Klaw invades Pym's lab in attempts to steal the sample but is quickly defeated by Hank utilizing his Ant-Man technology.
Sometime later in New York Janet van Dyne expresses disappointment that Hank's only interested in his research and not utilizing his abilities for anything else. A supervillain named Whirlwind attacks New York City destroying after attempted robbery. Janet as The Wasp, engages in a battle with Whirlwind. During the fight, Wasp leads Whirlwind into Ant-Man's swarm of insects, stopping him from causing more damage.
After Whirlwind's capture, Fury thanks the Wasp and Ant-Man and offers them a recruitment pitch. However, Hank and Nick get into an argument about the prison that Hank created. Hank had designed the Big House, a prison that shrinks down criminals and places them in a miniature prison, for SHIELD as a way of rehabilitating criminals, not punishing them. Fury argues that Pym's views are too idealistic. SHIELD is fighting on the front lines to protect people from supervillains. Fury then asks if they even bothered to ask what Whirlwind had stolen, which was a sonic disruptor for Klaw.
King T'Chaka faces a challenge for the throne of Wakanda from the Man-Ape. Prince T'Challa tries to convince his father not to fight, but T'Chaka is a traditionalist and refuses to back down. During the battle, the Man-Ape fights unfairly and uses an invisible sonic weapon to defeat T'Chaka, killing him and claiming the Wakanda throne. In response, Prince T'Challa flees Wakanda, takes on the persona of the Black Panther, and leaves his homeland. Later on, the Man-Ape is revealed to have teamed up with Klaw, promising to give him access to the valuable Vibranium.
So a little trivia is that these first five episodes Were originally released as 20 micro episodes before being edited together. This is the episode where that is the most obvious. It's not a critique but this episode feels very much divided into segments. The Black Panther part was just kinda place at the end only tangtially related because of the vibranium.
As for characterization I think this is the strongest. Probably because Janet and Hank are together, they have someone to bounce off of in a strong way as heroes. Hank is really so sweet in this with his enthusiasm about science and thinking everyone must love it. Janet also comes of strong with her desire to be part of the action.
T'Challa sadly get a little a lost in the background as his interduction is more focused on the fight between T'Chaka and Man-Ape. Also people die on this show pretty violently. They don't exactly show it fully onscreen, but T'Challa gets beaten to death. Even the last episode Bucky crushed a man to death.
I really love how the animation of this show incorporates elements of Jack Kirby's art it' looks really cool. Also this show has such a strong used of shadows and colors that I feel is absent in a lot of modern action cartoons.
Speed & Spike Written By Bob Forward, Bob Forward & Rick Ungar
Storm watched her nephew Evan play basketball at his high school where Pietro Maximoff is also a player. Even scored the winning basket, but spikes grew out of his arms as he fell. Storm and Pietro noticed and later, Storm invited Evan to join Xavier's Institute. Evan asked her to wait until the next morning to talk to his parents. Xavier contacts Storm about Jean Grey and Scott Summers joining them. Cerebro detects a new mutant at a ball game. Evan's locker is broken into again and Pietro offers him money to catch the thief. Later, Jean, Scott, and Storm visit Evan's home but he behaves rudely and leaves. At school, Pietro wrecks the lockers and frames Evan.
Everyone meets at the jail to pick up Evan. Scott proposes Evan's release in exchange for joining the school. Evan agrees. The X-Men talk about his desire for revenge. Magneto and Mystique plan to recruit Quicksilver by organizing a basketball game between Bayville and Evan's former school. Evan trains with X-Men in the Danger Room. The basketball game is suddenly scheduled, so Kitty calls Evan. Evan confronts Pietro, but Jean and Scott arrive to help. Quicksilver wrecks Main Street. X-Men stop him. Evan is cleared, Magneto frees Pietro. Quicksilver agrees to join Magneto. At the mansion, the X-Men are gathered together. Xavier assures Evan that he is a welcome addition, and Storm agrees.
So, Pietro but no Wanda. She won't be introduced until the next season. I don't know why they did that if they had any specific plans.
This is the episode is another to touch on the self-fear that mutants might have about themselves as Spyke starts off with a reluctance to join the Xavier Insitute and not wanting to tell his parents he has a mutant despite them knowing it was possibly and clearly having no problem with Storm. I wish it could have delved a little deeper into this but it ends up being drop the first after the first act to focus on Spyke and Pietro rivalry.
This was another fine episode. The action scenes I feel were a little choppy but not bad. It's just compare to EMH they do come off a little weak in comparison.
Evan Daniels/Spyke was a character specifically created for the series. But he never really taken of in the mainstream comics.
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Alrighty, my pretties!
So, let's get #fantasci tumblr going!
First things first.
"Learn by example" & "Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery"
I'm a #heroes and villains gal, and I love the community that exists around that tag. So let's try to encompass that!
All of the below goes for all types of creators: writers, artists, meme creators -- I just can't ctrl+h on Tumblr.
My experience with #heroes and villains has taught me that:
A - Ships
People love ships! #hero x villain is more popular than #heroes and villains, so make sure to tag your ships!
Your ship doesn't need to be romantic, I tag platonic, found family and friendship snippets and prompts as #hero x villain too!
It may get annoying for readers who don't want romance to see their favorite tag bombarded with romance. #hero x villain doesn't have a solution to that, except the occasional #enemies to lovers tag which makes the genre clear.
In our new community, make your content reader-friendly by tagging your post as romantic or otherwise, or mentioning it in the A/N at the top, or adding a genre disclaimer. Put a readmore so that users can scroll past if they don't have the right settings enabled.
No, don't have a blandly tagged post just to fish in defenceless readers! That's unethical! And your readers will be annoyed and may even block you (I know I've blocked users who won't add the right trigger warnings, make me uncomfortable).
B - Names!
Snippets and prompts without names receive more traction than ones with them in the #hero x villain and #heroes and villains "fandoms".
Idk, guess it's easier to get into the story, at least for me.
Of course, you can't have just Hero and Villain. What if they're both heroes? What if you have more than 2 characters?
Solution:
Villain names: Villain, Other Villain, Supervillain, Sidekick, Villain Sidekick, Henchman, Thief, Vigilante(?)
Civilian names: Civilian, Reporter, Mayor, Kid, Child, Teen, Parent
Now, what if your characters aren't easily definable? That's fine too! Some heroes are evil, some villains are good. But they still take their Hero/Villain name in the story BUT it's made clear who's the good guy
1) through their actions or
2) the tags like #good villain #bad hero #evil hero. These tags also make it easier for users to navigate their niche.
For example:
Maybe I want to read about sweet villains?
Then I'll look at the tags #good villain #kind villain #soft villain
What if I don't want to read about abusive characters?
I'll filter out the tags #abusive hero, #abusive villain, #cruel hero, #cruel villain and so on
It makes my navigation simpler, and if a writer prefers to write about cruel heroes, I can just filter them out without outright blocking them, keeping the door open for me to read their other works which may contain the tropes I do like which won't show up if I've blocked them.
It may feel weird, especially after you've chosen the perfect names, but I sincerely think the lack of names makes it easier for readers to get into the story.
If you still want names, you can always create a character list separately, or add in the names at the end or in a later part of the series (series of snippets! Not talking about your novel series here!)
Examples of #fantasci "names" off the top of my head:
Pirate, Queen, Thief, Mermaid, Prince, Knight, Robot, Alien, Human, Fairy, Warrior, General, Leader, Monster, Dryad, Dragon
If they're famous myth or fairytale figures, then feel free to use Cinderella, Medusa, Athena, Ares etc.
Disclaimer: I don't know if this might not be as big of an issue in #fantasci. Because while I have seen nameless fics get more traction on #heroes and villains, and I prefer those too, because I like just running head on into the story, who's to say #fantasci tumblr will be the same?
C - Organize!
<> Use the tags like above, it's still a new community so tags will grow and decline organically, I hope. But that's the tagging system I'll be using on my blog and for my works.
<> Have a masterlist on your blog, categorized however feels right for you.
<> Write what genre your work is, in the tags or A/N. Fluff, angst, flangst, whump, hurt no comfort, hurt/comfort etc.
<> Differentiate between mediums!
If it's a snippet, prompt, or if you're promoting your OCs or published works.
This community started because of the information overload on #creative writing #fantasy etc, such that people weren't getting readers, and the #hero x villain writers who were getting readers, weren't getting readers if they went outside that genre.
So, tag it as #fantasci snippet/s, #fantasci prompt/s, I guess
If you're promoting your book, maybe tag it as #fantasci book?
I can guess how good it feels to complete a book and you want everyone to buy it and read it, and it may seem like you should promote it everywhere to everyone...
But think about it from the reader's perspective.
Maybe they can't afford to buy books at the time, but they would be the absolute best supporter of your snippets because they love cyberpunk found family which is the specialty of the snippets you post for writing practice on Tumblr.
And maybe they'll be so in love with you as a person for making their days better with your snippets, that they buy your book the first chance they get when they have cash to spare.
Don't scare them off by filling the tag with books that you have to buy before you read them. Yes, even if you're indie authors. We already have #fantasy #indie author etc (and I think they suffer from a highly skewed writer: reader ratio too).
This community is for people who want to check out the fantasci genre, want to fill prompts, want to read short snippets that explore one trope or one cliche they like.
It's perfectly okay to be excited for your book. But think of the community.
If you really want readers, do it organically through what's essentially content marketing. Write prompts, snippets, prompt fills. This will get you followers and traction. THEN promote your book on your own blog. The people who like your snippets will like your published work you put more effort on lol.
<> Put trigger warnings! Tag it if it's not sfw! If it has those themes or even allusions to them! It is NOT fun to be reader and suddenly come across something that makes you uncomfortable. Happens enough times and you're blocked.
D - Interact!
Here's a handy list for interacting with creators.
I once wrote a long and heartfelt email to an indie game company. They responded with a generic corporate thank you and a "look out for our next game."
That sucked.
Made me feel bad, actually. I would've preferred no reply at all because then I could assume it got lost, or I could've forgotten.
But they replied and didn't make it seem they valued my appreciation... that company has a bad impression in my brain now, and if I do play their games, I just don't want to interact with them anymore.
More Tumblr specific is when I interact with a blogger's work and write such a long heartfelt reply and they don't reply at all. Still better than a corporate reply, but happens enough and it makes me feel bad and I regret spending time writing that stupid email.
If I write a paragraph-long appreciation letter for 2 people, and one person replies back and interacts, while the other doesn't do anything, who do you think I'm gonna write more paragraphs of appreciation for?
Why am I saying this? Don't I think you already know, most of you being creators and all?
The success of #hero x villain lies in its community. Of course, there are more lurkers and likers instead of rebloggers and commenters.
But rebloggers and commenters exist! People even send asks! They especially send anon asks, with requests for prompts or snippet continuations
How it works is that:
A reader will enter the tag first as a lurker. They might not even heart your posts.
They see a few posts, see what they like and don't like
They check out an author's masterlist for other works
They follow if they like your work enough
They might let you know what they like as an anon, might even become a regular anon
They might send anon ask requests which you are free to accept or reject. Do not feel pressured. You are allowed to say no.
Best case scenario is they comment their appreciation, and reblog for their other followers to see.
I see that, despite this blog (@fantasci-side-blog) getting followers thanks to the pinned post, there's isn't much interaction.
I'm sure you know that hurts. Doesn't hurt me much right now because I'm not actually posting my own works, just reblogging stuff I like. Sometimes I'm adding little comments.
It does make me anxious over the lack of community though. But I'm going to chalk it up to it having only been a few days since I created the hashtag.
The fact that you're not interacting could have multiple reasons:
<> You don't like the content I'm reblogging.
Valid. But seriously, nothing? Wow, my interests are niche online too. You want to follow blogs you want on your dash, right? Why are you following my blog if you don't like the stuff I'm posting?
<> You don't want to reblog on your main blog and are thinking of creating a separate blog just for reblogging.
Hmm, that could work but only if you have a good enough following, or expect a following on that blog. Otherwise, you're just talking to an empty void and defeating the purpose of reblogs.
<> Posts aren't showing up on your dash.
Valid. Time differences, or your dash has too much already, or Tumblr glitches.
<> No time.
Valid. I hope you find the time to relax. Please prioritize your health (mental and physical, idk if there are any other) over social media.
<> You liked it but have nothing to say.
Valid. But an empty reblog might help the creator. Not all creators appreciate empty reblogs, but if that empty reblog leads one of your followers seeing it who does interact with it, well, that's the dream.
<> You hearted it, isn't that enough?
Unfortunately, not always. Some creators like likes, for sure. But all creators prefer some form of interaction.
<> "I queued it."
Hi-5! I do this too! Read the next point.
<> "I'll tag and queue later."
I do this too! Valid imo. But I try to make it a point to prioritize posts with low notes or low interaction or new writers over popular Tumblr blogs with hundreds of notes a piece. I hope you can see my logic. Sometime posts that didn't get interaction when they were first posted get a lot when they're reblogged at a different time of the day or year.
<> No one interacts with my work! Why should I for anyone else?
Community, darling. Read below.
You can't just keep posting your work and expect engagement but then not respond to said engagement.
As a reader, it's like talking to a void. I will stop engaging and feel sad. I am giving my time, energy, feelings. But I feel embarrassed about writing so much for nothing.
The writer doesn't owe me engagement, of course not.
But why should I, a reader, interact if I'm not receiving anything in return?
What if there's another user who's not as a good of a creator but is actually friendlier?
I'll go there. I'll interact more over there.
It's not that the writer already invested time and energy into making their work that they shouldn't have to put more time and energy into a back and forth.
It's that the reader is also putting in time and energy to
1) actually go through your work
2) think about what to write
3) writing it
4) reblogging or comment or sending an ask for others to see.
It's a symbiotic relationship.
It's community.
Most of my friends are users turned mutuals whose posts I interacted with. We don't need to reblog all of our friend's works, but I have friends I can talk to, help out, get help from, tag on posts I think they'd like, share posts with which they then do reblog.
It's just a wholesome relationship.
Sometimes an author won't reply to my reblog publicly, but will take the effort to message me privately. This may also soon take the form of them becoming my actual friendo! 🤩🥰
A social media consultant I worked with once (she was really nice and intelligent, don't be mean) said that if someone is taking the effort to engage with you, you should put double the effort to engage back.
I agree. For the above reasons.
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E - next steps
This is just me trying stuff out! This is NOT the #heroes and villains community so some things might work, some things may not. We're here to try everything including new ideas and see what to stick with!
Next steps for me and you
Create a masterpost/ masterlist of previous works
Create an intro post (optional)
Mention if you prefer asks or anon asks (optional)
Mention if you take requests (optional)
Interact with blogs and stories you like
Use #fantasci tumblr on your old posts, they'll show up in the tag dw
Don't tag me for every single one of your posts, because this is my side blog, not a community wide blog. I have my own preferences and time limitations and I won't read stuff that doesn't interest me. And I'll only reblog stuff that does interest me or stuff I like. I would appreciate being tagged in stuff you think I'm interested in though! Just not everything you ever post lol
PUT TRIGGER WARNINGS. Tag your stuff! Or risk getting blocked!
My birthday's coming up soon so prepare presents. I do accept early and late presents so you can give them to me any time of the year. I take cash, credit, gold, magical amulets, books, writing advice, and more! :) (highly recommended)
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norwegianfantasia · 11 months
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Figures, badges, keychains, and games for sale:
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I accept payment through PayPal send a direct message and I'll weigh them and find the shipping price and send them out as soon as possible. Prices are for each, so if you want all 4 Inuyasha oval badges will that be 20usd.
Badges:
Inuyasha oval: 5usd (Kikyo, Kouga, Miroku, Sesshoumaru)
Inuyasha round: 4usd (Shippou, Kagome, Miroku, Sango, and Sesshoumaru)
Zombie Land Saga: 6usd (Sakura Minamoto, Tae Yamada, Junko Konno, Ai Mizuno)
Digimon Adventure 02: 6usd Iori Hida, Miyako Inoue, Ken Ichijouji, Daisuke Motomiya)
Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne/Phantom Thief Jeanne: 4usd (Jeanne, Fin Fish, nervous Maron, Miyako Todaiji, Sinbad, Chiaki Nagoya, happy Maron, surprised Maron, floral Maron)
Keychains:
Inuyasha: 8usd (Sesshoumaru, Kikyo, Miroku, Kouga, Kouga flattening Inuyasha, Slapped Miroku, bumped Shippou, Sesshoumaru stepping on Jaken, Inuyasha playing with Buyo, embarrassed Sango)
Splatoon: 20usd (Spyke)
Figures: (first two based on ebay prices but lower)
Final Fantasy Static Arts Mini*: Sephiroth (slightly damaged box lid 60usd, box in perfect shape but sword fell down 100usd), Tifa (150usd)
Attack on Titan Ichiban Kuji Ymir and Krista (80usd)
Hunter x Hunter sitting (20usd, Chrollo Lucilfer, Shalnark, Feitan Portor)
19th century office blind box (18usd 10/10 left, perfect for making an office for Dai Gyakuten Saiban characters)
Nintendo DS Games: (these are Norwegian exclusives** and region free, still sealed, not dumped online)
Flunkene Superskurker (50usd, 10/10 left, here they are supervillains)
Flunkene På Månen (50usd, 10/10 left, here they go to the moon)
Vinter i Blåfjell (100usd as there's just 1, based on a cinematic universe, if you want can I try getting as much of it to go with it as possible, so the TV shows and the movie)
Lego:
Lego Technic 8272 (100usd, unopened*** but the box is a little banged since it's been years)
Feel free to ask any questions.
* I was planning to use these for some customizing before I noticed nendoroids so the figures themselves are mint as I haven't touched them.
** I have nothing against sending them to a streamer/let's player/reviewer of your choice if you want them to try another language, I won't be insulted by they pronouncing anything wrong as I find it funny)
*** my family gave it to a cousin of mine for Christmas many years ago, but his overprotective mother returned it before he even opened it in case it was something that could hurt him 😓, kid was 12.
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