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chaotic-orphan · 10 months

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Oh hey , hope u are doing well , I was wondering if you'd continue the post where the hero has electrical powers and the villian has telepathy

Intoxicating fear (II)

A crude awakening

Part one // Masterpost

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A snap of fingers in front of Kit’s face and his eyes snapped into focus, his body jolting forward slightly. Kit blinked, head pounding as he tried to take in his surroundings.

His head was fuzzy, memory hazy as he tried to remember how he got here. Wherever here was.

He was standing up, his arms above his head. When he tried to pull them down, he heard the snap of chains. Warning bells sounded clear in his mind as he tugged them down again, but they didn’t budge.

Kit groaned as he looked up to see his hands locked into metal cuffs, attached to a chain that went all the way to the ceiling.

“Good. Very good, Malyn. So responsive. So suggestible,” a silvery voice purred behind Kit.

Kit froze for a split second before his reflexes kicked in. He snapped his fingers on instinct reaching for the electricity in the air. Familiar blue lightning sparked to life and Kit screamed as his entire body jerked in the chains. His body ceased, winding tight as his own electricity was weaponised against him. Kit grit his teeth as his body was forced to endure. The chains holding him up rattling as Kit’s body fell like dead weight once the electricity ran its course through Kit’s body.

A couple aftershocks jerked Kit’s muscles in his shoulder, and Kit sucked in a second cry of pain at the strain on his shoulders.

A cool hand rested on the back of Kit’s neck. Kit froze again, his muscles in his legs riding out random spasms from the aftershock as Kit forced his legs to stand himself up straight. His feet slipped as he tried to get his balance, accompanied by a sloshing sound. Kit glanced down to see his feet in a basin of water. His shoes and socks taken off and his trousers rolled up to the knees.

“You’re not as bright as I heard you were, Malyn,” said that horrible voice behind him. Kit’s heart thundered against his chest, as the hand slinked around Kit’s neck to come and stand in front of him.

It was Omen.

Kit knew it was Omen, obviously, he just didn’t really want to believe it.

That meant that Omen had actually taken Kit against his will. Taken him and made him forget the way to Omen’s fucking dungeon, and Other Hero was still at the fairground.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Hey, Malyn. Calm down,” Omen said, his voice so far away. Kit’s head dipped, gasping on air, trying to breathe, but his body wouldn’t let him. Instead, he was panting, chest rising too quickly and falling too shallow for him to take in any oxygen.

Fuck.

Not in front of Omen.

He was trapped with Omen.

Tears streamed down his face as the realisation settled loud into Kit’s mind.

No one knew where he was.

No one was coming to find him.

He was chained in front of Omen, his… the—

Two hands on his cheeks and Kit’s wide eyes went to Omen, recoiling as much as his chains would let them.

This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening.

Kit gasped, looking into those dark eyes and wanted to cry as Omen spoke again: “Oi, Malyn. Relax.”

Kit’s body obeyed the command. His lungs forced to breathe, his muscles unwinding from tightness against his will, his mind still screaming at him as his body flooded with the ice coldness that followed Omen’s commands.

“There we go,” said Omen, grinning, as his thumbs rubbed the tears from Kit’s cheeks. When did he cry? “I knew you were scared of me little hero, but having a panic attack over me? I’m honoured.”

“G-go fuck yourself,” Kit ground out with a shiver. Omen tsked stepping back away from Kit, his grin spreading into a horrible smile on his pale red lips. Kit yanked at the chains holding him up and tried to steel his expression into a (hopefully) threatening one.

Omen hummed, tilting his head as he slipped his hands into tailored trouser pockets.

“Hmm, I think you should be nicer to me, Malyn,” Ambrose said, smile and happy tone contrasting his words: “If you piss me off I might just forget to come down here and give you food and water, let you use the bathroom. Keep disrespecting me and I’ll leave you to die in a pool of your own faeces. Understand?”

Kit didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to agree. He didn’t want to do anything other than not be here. Not be standing in front of Omen, the man who ruined his life. Fucking Omen of all people! Forcing his body into a synthetic calm.

Kit licked his lips, asking: “What do you want with me?” He cursed his voice for coming out quiet. Quieter than he’d like to have it be in front of this monster.

Omen’s smile seemed to grow if that was even possible.

“I want to know why you fear me so much,” Omen said, amusement lacing his curiosity. He didn’t get closer, he gave Kit space, but his eyes. His stare. It felt so invasive.

Too invasive.

“You can just look, can’t you?” Kit snapped, pulling at his chains. Omen’s eyes flashed at the emotion, flicking lazily up at the chains then back at Kit.

“You know, Malyn. Taking you was a spur of the moment thing, so I had to prepare all this for you,” Ambrose said, gesturing to the chains and the water. “To keep you. To hold you. I know Superhero, know how hard he tried to keep you secret from me.”

Omen stepped forward and Kit flinched. Then cursed himself for it as Omen let out a dark chuckle.

“I don’t think I’ll get used to that. That raw, primal fear— like I’m the most repulsive person to ever live.”

“You’re a villain,” is all Kit said in reply, cursing the croak in his voice.

Omen cocked an eyebrow. “You flinch at every villain? Then you don’t have the stomach for the job, hero. Sorry to be the one to tell you.”

Kit’s hands balled into fists above his head as Ambrose took another step closer. Kit forced himself to stay still.

“What’s with this stupid game of cat and mouse, huh?!” Kit demanded, leaning forward slightly. If Omen wanted to close the gap to intimidate Kit, why shouldn’t Kit do the same? “You can read minds. Just take all the information you want and leave me alone!”

Omen grinned. His eyes drilling into Kit’s. Kit suddenly became very aware of his body, his heart drumming against his ears as Ambrose said nothing. He just stared.

“Here’s the thing, Malyn. I know you’re new on the hero/villain scene so I’m willing to go easy on you,” said Omen casually. He walked around Kit, past Kit’s line of sight. Kit tried to turn to follow him with his eyes, but his body wouldn’t move. He was forced to stare ahead as Omen continued.

“I’ll tell you why I won’t take your source of fear from your beautiful, terrified mind. It’s because—”A hand went to the back of Kit’s neck, fingers lacing through his hair and yanking his head back. Kit cried out as he found Omen’s cold eyes staring down at him. “—you protest too much. Clearly, that’s part of why I’m so terrifying to you, isn’t it? You want it to be easy like it was with Mentor. You want me to twist your mind until you can barely see straight.”

Kit tried to yank his head free, but Omen wrenched him further down and Kit hissed through gritted teeth. His shoulders screaming at him to stop struggling.

“I’m not going to do that, Malyn. You’re going to tell me why you’re afraid, and I’m going to be there. Watching every micro expression on your face as you do. Maybe there’ll even be some more of your delicious tears…maybe not.”

Omen wrapped a hand around Kit’s throat, grinning as he felt Kit swallow under his palm. He tightened his grip, and that’s when Kit’s fear took over. Blinding and incapacitating as Omen cut off his air.

He couldn’t breathe.

Omen was above them drinking in every pathetic struggle. Kit’s arms pulling at the chains, his feet slipping in the water below, every effort in his body to try and get a sliver of air into his lungs.

“Listen to those sounds you make, Malyn,” Ambrose said, his silvery voice the only solid thing Kit had as he desperately thrashed in Omen’s grip.

Omen watched, basked, waited until he saw the electric blue flash through Kit’s eyes. He waited a beat longer before seeing Kit’s resolve settle.

Omen let go at the last second.

The last second that Kit’s power took over in his panic and his body erupted in crackles of lightning that coursed through Kit’s veins and he screamed.

Every fibre of his being lit on fire as his electricity burned through his nerves, tearing them to shreds and leaving only pain in its wake. His jaw was clenched so hard he thought his teeth would break from the force; his neck stretched at an awkward angle as he twitched unable to correct it. Black encroaching on his vision as his body ceased against his own ability.

A normal person in Kit’s circumstance would be dead by now. In a basin of water, his wrists trapped in metal it turned his body into a perfect conductor. Omen may as well have put Kit in an electric chair.

Kit should be dead, but his ability, stemmed from a sensitivity to electric currents rippling through the air, also gave him a certain robustness to electricity. He thought meant he could withstand electric currents passing through his body easy.

That was until now.

Until Omen used Other Hero against him.

Until he nearly burnt himself unconscious not a few minutes ago.

He should be dead.

Except he just hung limp in his chains. His feet had slipped and so his toes were the only part of him on the floor; his were knees bent from exhaustion. All his body weight rested heavily on his toes and wrists. He didn’t have the strength to pull himself up.

Omen walked around Kit at some point during his second taste of his own power and dipped his head, so he was eye level with Kit.

Kit didn’t even have the energy to move his head as Omen took his chin in his cold grip, tilting Kit’s head to meet Omen’s black eyes.

“See? All this effort to try and escape me out of your delicious fear. Why in the world would I just take what I want when you’ll destroy yourself not to give it to me?”

Kit was happy that the darkness around his edges flooded his vision, and he was dragged blissfully into unconsciousness.

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devildom-doll · 25 days

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Feel free to explain your answer 💕

Brother Songs Poll: 🩷🩷🩷

Side Character Songs Poll: 💜💜💜

My fave out of these is Passion, 1000% a certified banger and I can say the same for Take it Easy

Btw, Passion slowed and reverb is strip club music, I luv it aaaaaa

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reijixia13 · 2 years

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Who Made Me A Princess x Reader Scenerio

“First Meeting” p1

Characters include Ijiekiel Alpheus, Claude De Alger Obelia, And Lucas.

Extra characters: Athanasia, Lily, Felix, Maids, Random parents.

Next part will include other boys hihi

Ijiekiel Alpheus

Let's just say you know Athanasia from the past, You both work together at anything and everywhere just to pay up taxes. Unlike her, You Still had the chance to grow up with a Guardian but as you reach adulthood, they died from a sickness.

As time past by, You were growing weak and had to check it out on the doctor, Finding out something's tryna kill you (ok this is trash, i absolutely don't know any sickness that can kill you).

So to summarize, Yes it did kill you.

Now for some random reason, You wake up to a new world with Athanasia by yourside.

You both are looking at one another like (๑ŐдŐ)b d(ŐдŐ๑) <-------

“WHAT HAPPEND TO YOU?!” by telepathy

Yours and Athanasia's nanny Lilian York has explain everything about this one shit history book

Now that we summarize that, Lets get how you knew a white puppy

Now Don't get me wrong- You and Athy we're 7 at the time, Extremely new to the Palace environment of the person Athanasia said that's gonna kill her in her 18 year old teenage life

Athanasia didn't agree to have a Playmate when Duke Alpheus asked if the two of you we're lonely but she was reasing she has Claude a killing Tryant, Felix her favorite and ofcourse You♡

But you, Damn you are hellaa ✨diffrent✨

I mean for 7 years Athy was trying to explain to you how to survive but you- You love ✨trouble✨ so Despite Claude disagreeing and Athy chocking on cakes after you announced you wanna play with Duke Alpheus Son and Niece, Being a Daddy's girl such like claude can get you a way better playmate than a barking dog

Anyways

You met a walking puppy at the Alpheus manor while being lost- You we're so close to telling this to Claude, cause who the hell leaves you? Absolutely no one should. Your ✨Important✨

When you met the puppy, You called out “Puppy!” with actual beams around you, a halo even

He was quite confused so he came to aid you, Only to be shock on how you acted

“Puppy, Paw” with a hand for a shake, He can only embarrassly obey before he heard his father.

“Ha, Your Highness you shouldn't run off-”

“Please stop barking, Im talking to a puppy so shoo”

Yeah you slay💅

Lucas

This is my second attempt, the other one wasn't saved and it was gone lol im crying-

Anyways

Im gonna summarize everything cause im lazy now

Your Anathancius Daughter from his made, Your mother is the Daughter of the Marquise, Anathancius was killed without him knowing your existance, Your mother begging Claude to take care of you in the future and not to kill you, Claude fell inlove when you were birthed and when your mother died he took you in as his own.

You were 2 at the time when a love between Dianna and Claude occured

You guys look like family ngl so im jealous

When things gone hill, after Athy was born you had to beg Claude not to kill Athy with Lily

At some point he was gonna point a sword at you but you had something in you so you took a larger sword

Yeah ngl you were ready to fight him so Felix has to stop you

Time skip you were 7 when you met a 5 year old Athy and became actual besties💅

So when she went into coma, You were the one who keep everything in place from the place to her manas

Then this guy showed up saying his a powerful wizard and saying he knows how to cure Athy

He was almost killed by Claude because he disturb your tea time together to have peace from worrying

He told claude something and Claude went to kill out Athy's pet which you know she'll be upset if she heard it died lol

When Athy woke up, She keep ranting to you about this random dud and you can't help but agree

The next day Lucas showed up and was declared to be their playmate

Ofcourse Athy has to irritate him saying Ijiekiel is better than him making him send her right where Athy wants to be (Athy didn't want to)

You smacked his head

“OW WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!”

“FOR BEING AN IDIOT, HOW COULD YOU SENT ATHY THERE- YOU KNOW WHAT IM OUT TO HAVE A MEETING WITH ALPHEUS ANYWAYS BYE”

It was love at ✨first smack✨ from ✨stupidity✨

Claude De Alger Obelia

Ngl his hot af

Anyways

Let's just say you were falling off the sky because i wanna isekai you

He was having one peaceful afternoon in his gold palace while you were in the sky praying for life

He just happend to see a shadow at the ground so alert, He look up before down, I feel like he saw something- But still he tried to catch you which he did

You had a stare with him

‘OMFG A GOD JSJDKEJJEORHDJWI IS THIS HEAVEN OR HELL? CAUSE IM SURE ILL BE SLIDING FROM UP TO DOWN’

His just looking at you and your weird clothes

You are containing yourself from having a nosebleed

In the end you just did

For some unknown reason Claude is a gentleman for you hihi

He asked the maids to prepare a room, Ask a physician to heal you

And that's all for now lol

Hope u guys like it, i know its short I have longer thoughts but lazy to even write it. And beside on Lucas part it was supposed to be longer and funnier but i keep forgetting this aint wattpad this is some new app im new on and i almost cry for lucas part ngl next part for other character btw

#manhwa x reader #manhwa #x reader #who made me a princess #wmmap claude #wmmap athanasia #wmmap lucas #wmmap ijekiel #wmmap #reijixia13 #scenario

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randomshyperson · 2 years

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Rulers of The Multiverse - Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Chapter Six

Summary: Strange’s faulty spell will cause a series of unexpected events, from your reunion with the love of your life in another world to the appearance of a child capable of traveling across the multiverse. This story follows the journey of a very tired Guardian alongside mischievous America Chavez and Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: (+18) explicit language and sexual content, violence, a lot of magic, found family, mentions of abusive past and trauma, mind control, use of illicit substances, mostly top!reader, soulmates analogies. || Words: 7.650k

A/N-> I don't know if anyone is getting anxious about it but the story is obv slow burn, but we have smut in chapters 12, 16 and 17 :) also, despite the angst, it's a happy ending.

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Chapter Six - The Witch World - Part II

Wanda has never seen you like this.

As she advanced into the room taking the cue from the guards before her, she reached for a chaotic scene.

It was some kind of operating room - with a stretcher in the center and work counters - and it was full of people. America was standing next to three other frightened healers, and there were at least two different sets of guards.

You were standing with what appeared to be a short dagger, and Wanda recognized it as the one belonging to America, figuring you must have gotten it by standing up.

The item was pressed against the throat of the healer you were holding.

What surprised her most was the utter panic she found in your eyes, filled with tears like the one in the reflection.

"We won't say it again, traveler! Release Healer Grey immediately!" Yelled one of the guards at the front, all armed but with items stowed in their holsters.

You only grunted in irritation, tears streaming down as you pressed the trembling blade against the girl's throat.

"I'm the one who won't say it again! Where am I? Where is my wife?" You shouted back getting more nervous by the moment.

America spotted Wanda entering, and shouted. "There she is, Y/N! Can you calm down now and let our friend go?"

Your attention fell on Wanda and you frowned. "That's not my wife. I-I don't know you! None of you!"

You pressed harder, and the healer choked, which caused the guards to conjure magic in the air, making you take frightened steps backward, dropping the healer and stumbling to the back of the room, your dagger raised in the air and your hands shaking.

"Stay away from me!" You shouted, and Jean now free, raised her hands in the air for the guards to wait.

"No! Don't charm her!" She ordered seriously. "She's just confused."

The guard made an incredulous expression, but the next moment you began to cry very hard, and put your hands to your ears, falling to your knees.

"Please make it stop!" You begged, the dagger falling at your feet. "Take it away!"

The room went into complete shock, and Wanda clasped a hand around her chest at seeing you in that state. America was startled as well, and began to cry softly, looking away.

Jean approached cautiously.

"Miss Maximoff..." She began, and Wanda blushed softly as she realized it was you she was talking to. "I need you to focus on my voice, do you think you can do that?"

You continued crying, your hands firm around your head which you shook. "No, please, it's too loud."

"I know, miss, but you need to concentrate." Jean insisted and her hands began to glow orange. She held one of them up to you, and you were crying too hard to notice. "I'll help you, okay, try to think of something happy."

You sobbed, but from the way you softened the grip of your hands, you seemed to be obeying. Jean sighed deeply the next moment, her eyes turning the same color as her hands, and when your sobbing quieted down, Wanda knew she was using telepathy.

As soon as Jean finished, you grunted and got up in a huff, running to the first sink you could find and start to vomit. The sound made half the room let out exclamations of disgust, but Jean let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Mr.Skurge, but the situation is under control." Jean informed as she turned to the guard in the center. The man raised an eyebrow at her, briefly looking at you throwing up.

"Are you sure?" He asked, but Jean didn't hesitate, nodding with a small smile.

She waited for the guards to leave, and intervened when Skurge tried to grab Wanda by the arm.

"Please, Skurge, the traveler may remain. Thank you." The guard didn't look very pleased, but he didn't resist the order. And when the room was empty except for the presence of Jean, America, Wanda, and a few other healers, you stopped puking, falling breathlessly sitting on the floor, your head resting on the wall.

"How are you feeling, Y/N?" Jean asked approaching you to help you up, and you flashed her a breathless smile.

"Fucking fine, witchy Jean." You murmured back, and Wanda's heart nearly exploded at how much it sounded like you again. You were okay. Sick, but okay.

Jean helped you stand, and you accepted whatever that colorful drink was that one of the fairies handed you, stumbling helplessly back to the stretcher. "How long this time?"

"You held out for thirteen more seconds this time. " Jean replied with a little pride, but you grunted annoyed, turning the colored potion over in one go.

"At that speed, Chthon destroys my mind before I can have any chance to expel him!" You retorted annoyed, but Jean sighed.

"Don't be such a pessimist!" She tries and her hands are working to open your jacket. "You are holding it longer. And the nausea is a great sign, I told you. It means you’re expelling dark magic in a physical way."

"It's disgusting." You grumble as you let Jean undress you. Wanda clears her throat, and the attention of the room falls on her.

"Does anyone care to tell me what's going on?" She asks in a half-high-pitched voice, well aware that Jean just went back to undressing you, and that you are basically ignoring her as you exchange glances with the healer and America approaches her with a tear-stained face.

"It's a long story, but to make it short, they are trying to remove the influence of the God of Chaos from Y/N's mind." Says the child. "And it's not nice to watch."

You chuckle, now in just your underwear, moving to what Wanda imagines is a bathtub at the back of the room.

"Neither nice to watch nor easy to do." You comment wryly and step into the tub. You shudder and clench your jaw, and Wanda realizes that it is filled with ice, but you sink in anyway.

The fairies move to throw elixirs into the water, and she watches you dive in.

"Wanda, I am Healer Jean Grey, it is a pleasure to meet you." Says the woman approaching - after handing your dirty clothes to the helpers - and Wanda diverts her eyes from your tub to Jean.

"Have we met before?" She inquires about the name, and the other redhead's smile widens.

"No, not in this universe at least." She says. "But for the last hours I've been digging through Miss L/N's memories and I've seen your face and heard your name so many times that I feel like we have." She jokes and Wanda can only offer her a forced laugh. “Anyways, I must get back to work, Miss L/N insisted that we wouldn't stop until we succeed so excuse me.”

Jean stepped aside to join the other healers lighting candles and drawing runes in the air around your tub. She frowned in concern as she realized that you had been underwater for a considerable amount of time.

"Is she okay...?" Wanda began in a whisper, and America murmured in agreement, looking away to the door.

"She has done it like four times, you're going to hate it." She mumbled before turning to one of the fairies. "Hey, I think I'll take that invitation to eat now."

"Oh, of course, Miss Chavez. Please accompany me to the room we have prepared." Says the Fairy with a gentle smile. "Miss Maximoff, would you like to join us?"

But Wanda gave no more than a nod in the negative - missing the way America sighed, whispering to the nursemaid that she needed to see at least once before the two-headed outside - as she was busy looking at the tub, feeling pressure in the back of her head.

You emerged at once, and all the lit candles beside you went out. The helpers shuddered, and Jean twiddled her fingers at the side of her body, but Wanda was completely mesmerized by you.

A corner smile that turned into a husky chuckle as you stretched your arms in the air. When your eyes opened, they were bright red and the white part was completely blackened.

"What a stubborn girl." It is your voice, but it is definitely not you. Jean steps forward, glowing hands that make the runes drawn in the airglow as well. You sigh impatiently. "Good, let's try that again."

Jean began muttering spells in a language very similar to Celtic, raising her hands in the air, and the healers joined her in the incantations, the runes vibrating.

You rolled your eyes, waved your hands in the tub as if you were bored, and even threw some ice on top. When your ears began to bleed, you laughed again as you raised your blood and water-soaked fingers to the redhead a few feet away from you.

"Careful, Miss Grey, you'll end up killing the host." You ironized and Wanda swallowed dryly, stepping forward in fear as she saw that Jean wasn't stopping. That made you - or whatever was in you - realize her presence, and your smile faltered. "Look who's here."

"Wanda, don't listen to the taunts." Jean warns back, gesturing another rune higher, but Wanda flinches when you try to charm the iron of the candlesticks toward Jean, only for the metal to hit the barrier of runes made around the tub.

"Look at me, Scarlet Witch!" You shouted as you stood up and left the ice, the water wetting the marble floor. "Tell me what you see!"

Wanda shuddered but moved closer. She stopped in front of the barrier, feeling a soft tingle from the spells, and stared back at the demon's eyes.

"You are Chthon, God of Chaos." She says. "You are the author of Darkhold."

Your smile does not reach your eyes, but you raise your chin slightly. "Tell me, child, have you been enjoying my teachings?"

Wanda raises an eyebrow. "All you have done is disturb me with nightmares of my children and whisper lies into my ears. Every time I meet another witch I realize I know nothing about any subject."

Chthon locked his jaw at the allegation but gave a short laugh.

"I have shown you the truth, ungrateful witch." Retorted the god between teeth. "But of course, you are as weak as all the others before you."

It is Wanda's turn to raise her chin. "Weak? Because it seems to me that Y/N and I are causing you quite a bit of trouble."

Chthon grunts angrily, punching the barrier and making the entire commode vibrate, but Wanda swallows dryly and doesn't flinch, staring back into the demon's eyes.

"Don't run away from this world yet, Wanda Maximoff." He warns in a low voice. "When I blow a hole in her head from inside out, I want you to watch."

Wanda hesitated, her eyes filling with tears - of anger, hurt, and fear - and she took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves.

Jean lets out a deep sigh, drawing Wanda's attention away from the red eyes.

"Sisters, do it now." She spoke opening her eyes, her pupils orange and glowing. "Chthon, I claim Gaea's blessing on our land and banish your presence from this world!"

The other priests joined in the chorus, repeating Jean's words.

Wanda watched intently as your eyes wavered, the pupils red between normal coloration, but suddenly you were smiling again, and Wanda let out a grunt of pain as she felt a twinge in her head.

Something ran down her forehead, and she lifted her fingers to touch the blood. She didn't need to see to know that the rune should be visible from the spell you had done hours before.

"You cannot banish me from whom I do not possess." Chthon warned the witches, but his voice was weak and hoarse. "Tell them the truth, Scarlet Witch, or they'll end up killing your girlfriend before any real fun." He warned quickly before stumbling away, grunting in pain and with hands-on their head.

Wanda held her breath in anticipation, seeing that you had sat down beside the tub. Jean finished the incantation, and only when the runes faded did she approach.

"Can you hear me, Y/N?" She asked with some hope in her voice. You gasped, raising confused eyes at her.

"Where am I...?" You muttered confused, eyes fluttering gold. "Where did Thanos go?"

Jean let out a disappointed sigh. "Enough, I'm not going to hurt you anymore." She said and gestured for the healers to move and hold you by the arms, easily overpowering you. "Take her away for evaluation. Only the Wise Master will be able to help her."

Wanda lets out an exclamation as they press a needle against your neck that makes you much more peaceful, and drags you out of the room.

"Please tell me what's happening." Wanda says to Jean, and the redhead sighs, frowning as she looks at the other.

"Actually, Miss Maximoff, I'm the one who would like to ask you that." She says. "Can we start with why you have a mirroring rune on your forehead?" Jean questioned, lifting her fingers to hover over the rune etched into her skin. Wanda swallowed hard, but she was exhausted. So she decided to be honest.

Just over twenty minutes later, she had chains on her hands.

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You awoke to a very soft surface, and as you forced your body to react and grope your way around, you realized that you were in a bed.

A delicious smell of your favorite breakfast filled the room, and you could also hear the sound of soft music.

It was all so peaceful, so you knew right away that it was a lie.

Grumbling a little, you sat up in bed and looked around. It was a simple room, but if you tried to focus on anything, it grew blurry, so you gave up looking for details and made your way downstairs, feeling your heart clench as you recognized the house as the one in Westview.

Your dead Wanda was in the living room working on the computer like she used to. The girls were watching a cartoon on the living room carpet.

So who was cooking?

You took a deep breath, and made your way to the commode, preparing yourself for a few more hours of torture with the god of chaos, when you felt your stomach turn around as you found your other Wanda, in modest clothes and with brown hair.

"Hey." You greeted half confused and surprised, twiddling your fingers nervously. Wanda took her eyes off the pan just for a second, an easy, bright smile appearing on her lips.

"Detka, good morning." She greeted back. "Sit down, it's almost ready."

You swallowed dryly, looking through the opening in the wall between the living room and the kitchen, but realized that your family didn't even seem to hear you two. So you accepted the invitation to sit down.

"You haven't checked if the boys are awake, have you?" she asked, and you frowned in confusion.

Boys.

"Wanda, I don't..." You started but heard the stairs, and the next minute, two little boys were running inside at high speed, and you shuddered with fright. Wanda laughed, asking them to calm down, and the boys took the free seats at the table.

When Wanda turned off the stove and set the plates, you realized that the breakfast, though your favorite, was not for you, but for the twins.

You smiled as you watched them eat excitedly, and the way Wanda ruffled their hair and had eyes shining with happiness.

"They look like you." You commented and she smiled sweetly, her hands on each of their shoulders.

"You can talk to them if you want." She says and you swallow dryly, before taking a deep breath to build courage and focusing your gaze on the one with the longest hair.

"Hi." You try, and he blinks away from the breakfast, making a funny face.

"Hi, mommy." He says, and you choke in surprise. He doesn't seem to notice anything strange. "Did you want some?" he asks over food, and you quickly deny it, dumbfounded by the whole thing.

"S-sorry, what's your, um, name?" You say, and the boy laughs.

"Mama she's doing it again!" He complains to Wanda behind him, before turning his attention back to his food. "We're not even identical twins, Mommy, that joke isn't funny." He mumbles, and you let out a tearful laugh, finding the whole thing quite incredible.

You swallow dryly, and look at the other boy, and he drinks some juice before commenting:

"Don't be mean, Tommy, mommy's just trying to make us laugh." The other comments, and his brother sighs loudly, looking at you again.

"Fine, I'm sorry, Mom." He says.

You give another affected laugh, saying it was no problem at all. You risk extending your hand across the table in Tommy's hand direction.

"Detka..." Wanda tries to warn you but you touch him. And a lump of emotion rises in your throat. Tommy smiles affectionately at your touch, going back to eating when once you stop, you gather your hand close to your chest, feeling your eyes fill with tears.

"They're warm." You murmur, and Wanda sighs, bending down to tell the boys to take the breakfast to the living room.

As soon as the kitchen is empty, Wanda sits down in the chair closest to yours. But you speak before she can.

"Wanda, they're alive." You gasp in surprise, still holding out your hand, and the brunette sighs, nodding.

"I know, that's what I've been trying to tell you."

"B-but how..."

"I don't know." Wanda cuts in, twisting her fingers nervously on the table. "When I said goodbye to them, I really thought everything that happened at Westview was a lie. But when I started reading darkhold, and when I learned about the multiverse, Y/N, I saw them. They were right there, and they were in so many places. I couldn't... I couldn't touch them, but I could visit them in my dreams. Watch them in other lives."

"Is that what you are doing now?" You ask with a frown, lifting a hand to move her hair away from her face, and feeling your heart speed up as Wanda leans into your touch.

"No, detka." She says. "I am in your head."

You swallow dryly, caressing her cheek. "Wanda, what did you do?."

She sighs, raising her hand to your forehead. "I told Jean everything I knew." She replies. "Apparently, they don't like dark witches in this universe at all, something about an ancient war that didn't end well. You, on the other hand, are what they call an Honorable Warrior. And the rune you placed to link our minds is what I'm using to be here."

You let out an exclamation, "Where is America?"

Wanda raises an eyebrow. "Thank you for asking how I am..."

You huff under your breath, getting up. "I know you're fine, you're here talking to me. You can't blame me for being worried about the kid who's all alone in an unknown universe." You comment moving to look out the window. The landscape outside is like Westview - except for the surrounding red field growing closer - and you let out a sigh. "Wanda, our memories are blending together. You need to wake me up."

She gets up too, crossing her arms. "I came to do that, but I have no idea how, this is different from telepathy. You just won't obey my voice."

You grunt softly, looking around the living room for a second before looking back at her. "It won't be pretty, but you trust me, right?"

"I do, but I don't want to hurt you." She warns with a frown as she notices your expression. And you give a short laugh.

"Don't worry, honey, I've lived all before." It's your last warning before you take control again. It was a little painful, but gradually the surroundings were transforming. You had no idea which memory would come first, but as a temple formed, you shivered.

Wanda intertwined her hand in yours, watching with curiosity as the memory stabilized.

"Where are we?" She asked.

"The Kamar Taj of my world." You replied, taking a deep breath to build courage before starting to walk toward the entrance.

Wanda muttered in surprise, but you said nothing more until you reached a room where several teenagers were practicing mystical fighting.

You stopped when you found your younger version, on one of the far tatami mats.

Wanda let out an affectionate exclamation, muttering something about you being cute, but you were watching the memory with your stomach churning, knowing exactly what you would see next.

"Who's the boy fighting with you? He's good." Wanda asked as she watched you fight back with great difficulty an older child who was attacking you with an enchanted stick like yours.

Before you could answer, your younger version received a blow to the face and fell to the mat. The boy hesitated, guilt stamped on his face. But one of the masters watching shouted:

"Samuel, in a fight, our enemies won't hesitate! Your mercy may cost your sister her life!"

Wanda's eyes widened in surprise when she discovered that you had a brother, but the surprise gave way to shock at what happened next. You gave him a nod from the floor, confirming that he should continue. And your brother landed the first blow to your cheek, but you didn't pass out, grunting in pain and spitting blood on the mat. The master stood.

"Proceed. Either we fall forever or we get up." He guided, and Samuel's eyes filled with tears, but he swallowed dry and hit it again, and again.

"Y/N, please give it up." He pleaded crying on the fifth blow when you could barely keep your eyes open from the bruises.

But you spat the blood back onto the stained tatami.

"We don't give up at the Kamar Taj." The master commented, but Samuel grimaced and threw the enchanted stick on the floor.

"I won't kill my sister." He retorted angrily and turned to leave the room, receiving a sigh of disappointment from the Master, who looked at you.

"Cowards cannot be Masters of the Mystic Arts, Miss, and there is no place in the Kamar Taj for visitors." Declares the Master before turning away. You let out an exclamation of despair, standing up with difficulty, and shouting for Samuel to come back.

"Please, Sammy, fight me!" You shouted stumbling with difficulty, grabbing the enchanted staff and running after him with struggle.

Your brother kept walking, ignoring your pleas for him to wait.

"No, Y/N! I won't keep hurting you!" He fought back, looking over his shoulder. "No shelter is worth the price, let's find another place."

"Sammy, please, we have nowhere to go!" You tried but he kept going, and you yelled back. "Fight me!" And you raised your arm to throw the stick at him. But when you threw it, golden energy flashed around and the object flew with much more force and speed straight into your brother's chest.

He stopped, choking in pain and falling to his knees a minute later. You watched the scene in complete shock.

"S-sammy?" you gasped, and he fell to the ground, dead.

Wanda covered your field of vision as she stepped in front of you with her hands on your face -the image of the mages running, of your younger self screaming and being dragged away, or the horrified looks of the other masters and students.

"Detka, look at me, focus on my voice. I'm so sorry..." She whispered, leaning her forehead against yours, her fingers wiping the tears from your skin. You sniffled softly.

"I'm waking up." That's what you told her before sliding your arms around her, burying your face in her neck.

–///–

Wanda blinked the tears away, the chains on her fists making noise as she raised her hands to wipe her face.

A dead brother. Just like her.

The similarities between you, as well as the differences, never failed to surprise her.

She grunted in discomfort as she forced herself upright after lying in that uncomfortable bed - the palace dungeon was nothing like the comfortable room they had offered her before - and stared at the dark, damp surroundings.

She turned her head as she heard a noise at the iron door, her chest filling with hope that you had already found her so quickly, and the feeling fading completely when a pair of golden horns became visible through the window sill before the door opened.

Loki nodded to the guard, entering the place with a casual smile, and Wanda grunted impatiently, hugging her legs.

"God, not you." She grumbled annoyedly surprising the man, who nodded for the guard to close the door and approached Wanda with some confusion stamped on his face.

"Sorry, have we met before?"

"Not personally, and not in this universe." She retorts watching him conjure a chair right in the middle of the room, and sit down.

"Oh, what an interesting thing." Loki said with a gentle smile. "And what was I like in your world, Miss Maximoff?"

Wanda sighs. "I've only heard stories about how you tried to take over the earth and killed several people."

Loki gave a surprised little laugh but nodded. "Yeah, sounds like me." He said, moving his hands to his jacket and pulling out a small gold item from his pocket - a scale - and as soon as she sees it, Wanda lets out an impatient sigh.

"Not that again." She complains, but Loki just smiles, ignoring her comment and aligning the item with the woman in front of him. In a few seconds, the scale stops swaying and remains unbalanced to one side.

"I see the lady has returned to crafting dark magic." He declares putting the item back away, but Wanda grunts.

"I literally have not left this cell, and your people have not returned my powers, so no, Mr.Laufeyson, I am not crafting anything."

"You can't lie to me, Miss Maximoff." Loki retorts with a small smile, surprising Wanda. "I'm very good at reading that sort of thing. And unlike my white magic colleagues, I have no problem getting the truth out of you."

Wanda clenches her jaw in a mixture of anger and fear, trying to think of the best solution for this. You and America are still theoretically, in their custody.

"I thought this world despised dark witches." She comments and Loki shrugs.

"Not really, it's more like an agreement between the two parties." He says gesturing a bit, "It's all about balance, Miss Maximoff. And no world can survive without light and darkness working together. In the past, wizards like us tried to dominate the light, and it almost tore everything apart. So now we have an agreement, to maintain order and balance between the forces. The light can take the glory, after all, people like us always work better in the shadows." Loki explains with a small smile, and Wanda swallows dryly as he stands up. "I am here to remove the rune on your head, I need you to show me the movement Miss L/N made when conjuring it."

Wanda lifted her chin to him, narrowing her eyes in suspicion as she did so. "And if I refuse?"

Loki laughs softly, and Wanda turned her face away, evading his touch when he placed his fingers against her cheek. "The order I was given was to protect a pure witch from a dark witch, that's all I'm here for, daily work. But if she is someone important to you, I would advise you to consent, Miss Maximoff. There are several types of mirror magic, and if I am correct, and I usually am, the one that was placed in your head is not only for you to play memory-watching games with your friend. It serves for her to receive Chthon's damnation in your place."

Wanda gasps softly in surprise, looking away. So that's what you were doing.

"Wife." She whispers and Loki frowns in confusion, but she sniffles softly before raising her eyes to him again. "She is my wife."

"That's a yes, I suppose?" Loki asks and Wanda swallows dryly, before nodding.

She demonstrated the movement as best she could remember, and Loki hums in understanding, tracing his fingers across Wanda's forehead.

As soon as she feels her skin burn, her eyes fill with tears. She knows she will hear the boys again.

It's not a really painful procedure, and it's really quick. Loki murmurs in a Celtic language with his eyes closed and wipes the blood that runs down Wanda's forehead before it drips.

Then he steps away, muttering that it was done. Wanda sniffles softly once the loud whispers return and is ready to lie down again when Loki hesitates on the way out and looks at her again.

"Miss Maximoff, try to remember that although demons may whisper our worst fears, witches are made to rule them. And not the other way around." He says and offers her a small smile before knocking on the door for the guard to open.

Wanda tries to remember this, but as Tommy and Billy's screams echo in her mind again, she curls up on the dirty mattress, closing her eyes tightly and covering her ears.

Chthon's wicked laughter also sounds in her head.

It's good to be back in this little pathetic mind of yours, Scarlet Witch.

She pressed her hands harder against her ears.

Good thing we were introduced. Now I can take care of you personally, no more lackeys. Aren’t you excited?

Wanda sniffled. The background noise of Chthon's voice was the distant cries of her children, and they were getting closer by the second.

How about you stop playing the helpless witch, Wanda? The twins are out there, needing their mother.

"I don't have my magic." She muttered tearfully and received an evil laugh in return.

That cheap trick? Y/N underestimates me, but I'm not surprised. She is lost and weak, an unsworn sorceress. She is not like you, my sweet Scarlet Witch. Your affection for her is the only weakness you have.

"Shut up."

You don't believe me? You know she lies. She didn't even tell you about her brother. Imagine what other kinds of dirty secrets she's hiding... I can tell you all of them, you know. I was in her head.

"Stop talking." Wanda gasped, but Chthon only filled her with flashbacks of images of the boys hurting themselves, and she whimpered.

I don't care if you want to play fairy tales with her or anyone else. But stop pretending that a cheap magic trick can stop you. The only block is the trust you put in her. My chaos magic cannot be contained by anything but its equivalent, and we both know she didn’t fight you for good, so stop pretending before I lose patience!

"N-no, stop talking." Wanda whined, hearing the boys clearly now. "Y/n did that to protect the sorcerers..."

But they hurt her, Wanda, have you forgotten? You saw it yourself what they did to her, all that fighting and training until she bled. And you just want to protect her, don't you? Well, you can't do that from a dungeon. Concentrate, Wanda. That trick is only for sorcerers, you're a witch, magic always flows in you. And chaos cannot be contained.

Wanda felt a gentle pressure in the center of her chest, and after that, her whole body vibrated at once without stopping. Every cell in her body electrified and her eyes glowed red.

She gasped, relaxing as she set her magic back, if somewhat, even stronger than before. But it was always like this, her power only seemed to grow.

With just a thought, the chains disappeared. She had no difficulty at all in leaving the cell.

Don't let anyone stand in your way, Wanda. And don't forget that the child is your one-way ticket to your boys.

This time, Wanda didn't ask Chthon to be quiet. Her hands glowed scarlet, and as she marched inside, her clothes were stained red.

–//–

Jean is the first person you see when you jump out of bed and try - and fail - to leave the room and find the girls without alerting anyone.

"By Gaea! Do you wish to scare me to death?" She exclaims but you grunt impatiently, lowering your hands off the defensive position. "Wait, how are you up?"

"Long story, decide now whether you're going to help me or stand against me, witchy grey."

She frowns at you. "Depends, are you still under the influence of the God of Chaos?"

You sigh, looking down the empty hallway trying to find the right direction, but Jean continues around the corner, on your way.

"No, Grey, I felt the connection break about fifteen minutes ago, just a bit after I woke up. God, why do I feel like I'm running in circles in this place?" You mumble in stress, and she laughs softly.

"You probably are." She says, raising her fingers to your forehead as if to check that the spell really wasn't there anymore. "The palace is all enchanted, Y/N. Only by using magic you can find your way forcefully, that is, if you don't have permission to be here. And you don't have it, at least not until the next three minutes."

You blink in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Jean sighs, turning around, and you take your cue to follow her. "I came to get you actually, the council wants to see you. I think they want to know your intentions, and which master you serve that sort of thing."

You swallow dryly. "And I suppose they won't be happy to hear that I serve none?"

Jean laughed in confusion. "What? Your universe doesn't require devotions?"

You give a nervous laugh, your gaze running around. "Well..."

A loud explosion outside attracts your attention. You and Jean run to the plate-glass windows, being able to see soldiers running but nothing beyond that.

"That doesn't look good." Grey comments, checking a wristwatch that has no number on it, only symbols. "But your audience hasn't been canceled. Maybe it's just something with the solstice."

"Shouldn't you check...?"

"That's what the guard is for." Jean retorts before walking back, and you stumble a bit as you follow her. "Look, just try to be honest and don't say anything that might offend the old gods, this is very important."

"Where is America?"

"She's already with them, I just came to get you so we could get started." Jean said. "She eats a lot."

You smile lightly, nodding, but suddenly remember. "Shit, where's Wanda?"

Jean hesitates, but you have reached the iron doors and she holds up your hands. "She's been taken prisoner, for the crime of worshipping chaos magic, a crime under the law of the Five Supreme Priests. You have the magic of the Order circulating in you, it is higher magic. Maybe you can convince the council to change the judgment."

"But Jean..."

The door opened, and she pushed you in by the back of your shoulder, and you grunted softly as you stepped into the large oval hall.

Jean disappeared down a hallway, and you swallowed dryly as you felt all the eyes in the room on you. Besides a small crowd of witches, there were five occupied chairs - each by a woman wearing a cloak and an infinity stone around their neck - in the center.

America was kneeling to them but waved to you as soon as you entered.

"Miss L/N, the sorceress of the Order." Announced the witch who carried the power stone into the room, who bowed slightly as you made your way clumsily to your friend. "It is an honor to welcome you into our universe." Greeted a woman as soon as you stopped in front of her chair. Exchanging a clumsy look with America, you started to bend down, but before you could do so, a red glow forced your limbs back upright as the power witch laughed softly.

"A Supreme never bows to her equals." Says the witch next seat, who carries the Reality Stone.

You swallow dryly. "Sorry, my bad I think." You mumble clumsily. "It's just that I saw everyone lowering themselves..."

"Don't worry, Sorceress, customs are different between worlds, we are understanding." Says the power witch, sitting down like her colleagues.

You clear your throat. "Sorry again, but, I think there is some misunderstanding. I'm not a supreme sorceress."

The reality witch let out a short laugh, rolling her eyes at your awkwardness. The power witch offered her a sympathetic smile, nodding to the woman next to her.

"Sister Calypso, please introduce Y/N, to her truth." Asks the power witch, and the one carrying the soul stone stands up elegantly, her black braids swaying at the side of her body as she approaches you.

Calypso's eyes glow orange as she raises a finger in your direction, but you only have time to gasp as you feel a golden thread being pulled out of her chest, and flowing through the air to the ceiling.

It forms, right there in the center of the room, your image, but without any concrete features, just a figure of the same physical size. Many golden threads float around it until they gather in the center of its chest in the same shape as the infinity stones.

Suddenly it explodes around the body, and all the witches let out soft gasps.

The enchantment then fades away, and Calypso offers you a glance before sitting back down.

"As you can see, the fate is clear." Says the power witch. "Our people have struggled to maintain balance for two centuries, and we have finally been gifted by Geae with the Supreme Missing. The Order Sorceress through which the Mind Stone runs in their veins has finally arrived."

The room applauds softly, but you frown and stare at America for a moment, before clearing your throat and raising your hand to ask to speak. The power sorceress's smile falters.

"Do you want to use the bathroom now?"

"What? No! Is that what it means to raise your hand here? That's weird." You mutter quickly lowering your arm and stepping forward. "Look, I don't want to ruin anyone's speech, but I think you guys really got the wrong person. My destiny is certainly not to be a High Priest Witch, I'm not even a witch!"

"I told you that was a mistake, Saturnyne" Murmured the reality witch, her legs crossed in her chair as she admired her nails. Saturnyne - The witch of power - let out a loud sigh as her other sisters began to whisper among themselves.

"Calypso's vision is unmistakable!" She declares irritated, slowing down the side conversations. "I admit that it had been an unusual thing for a sorceress to be chosen for the position, but we must not question the will of the gods."

"Sorry again, but why do you think the will of the gods would be a sorceress from another universe?" You try, and the reality witch lets out a laugh. Saturnyne gives her a pleading look, but she stares at you anyway.

"Our mind stone was destroyed in the great war, and even with all the sacrifices, we were never able to balance our universe again." She declares, her eyes wavering between normal and red coloration. "Suddenly, we are graced with a visit from three powerful creatures, one of them hailing to be the Destroyer of Worlds, and another with the blessing of Oshtur in her veins, plus the missing singularity and a child who carries the power to travel between dimensions, a point of contact for the gods." Continues the witch, rising to her feet. "My sisters read these events as a clear blessing from the gods, but someone among us has to be cynical about it all. And I do not recognize a strong will of Oshtur in you, Magic Thief."

"Psylocke, do not disrespect a Supreme." Asks the power witch causing the other to let out a wry laugh.

"But she didn't take the rank, sister."

Saturnyne rolls her eyes. "It's not a choice." She said waving for the other to sit down, but you let out a grumble.

"It's not a choice, I beg your pardon?" You questioned between your teeth, surprising everyone. "I have no intention of offending your customs, but I must warn you, I have no intention of staying either. I couldn't give a lesser fuck about the wills of the gods and their prophecies." You declare shocking the whole hall - Jean slaps her hand against her face from the audience - but you don't flinch. "And if it's not clear after 200 years, the stones are the problem. My advice is to destroy them all and tell the gods to go fuck themselves."

The hall exploded in shouts and gasps from accusations of blasphemy to death threats. The witches lost their temper too - the time one looked ready to attack you, along with Psylocke, both were held back by others - and you stumbled backward, patting America on the shoulder so she would stand as well.

"I can't conjure a portal for us now, can I?" she muttered to you.

"No chance, I need to find Wanda." You whispered back watching the confusion increase by the second. Some guards in the distance seemed to be preparing to arrest you at any moment, and almost all of the witches had their magics awake - eyes glowing - as they argued among themselves. "Any chance you could lead us to the dungeons?"

"I don't know where it is..." America began to justify but her speech turned into a shout of surprise when Calypso raised her hand from where she was, and one of the braids stretched long and frighteningly wide until it hooked around your neck and forced you to your knees on the floor.

You struggled for air, hands around the grip. You heard something about an escape attempt, and the guards conjured up enchantments as they approached, but suddenly all the candles in the castle went out and an icy air invaded the place.

One of the witches, the one carrying the space stone, rose into the air elegantly - her eyes and hair completely white - and her powers seemed to have something to do with the rain that began outside suddenly, because the lightning became large enough to illuminate the room in flashes.

"The Supreme Court of Witches demands that the Scarlet Witch leave not only this sacred temple but this universe!" Warns the woman in a loud voice floating in the air. All her sisters move into attack position, and Calypso's grip firms so tightly that you think it will break your neck.

Your groan of pain is enough for Wanda to start attacking.

She kills Ororo first - pushing her hard against the long glass panes to the outside, and using her own lightning to electrocute and immobilize her, while scarlet magic rains shards of broken glass down on her.

Calypso must have been next because the grip loosens in the last minute before you can lose consciousness, and you put your hands on the ground, gasping for air. America kneels beside you, trying to help you somehow, and as soon as you can breathe again, you hug her.

"Don't watch." You ask, holding her on the ground braced against you, and using the only remaining magical form to conjure a small shield to protect you both from the fight.

It's a massacre, basically because no one has a chance. You watch Wanda kill the supreme witches with ease, but when you realize that Jean is going to fight too - maybe for morality's sake - even if she's not your friend, you look away, hugging America tighter.

It doesn't take long to finish. Wanda is half out of breath, not from the effort, but from what has just happened.

She is completely covered in blood, and she is barefoot - you imagine that because she has been treated as a prisoner - and yet she doesn't mind stepping on the shards of the broken windows. She looks around in confusion, as if she didn't know exactly what was going on, trapped in a state of pure adrenaline, or as if she was expecting more people.

"America, take us somewhere nice, okay?" You whisper as you break the embrace, and the girl swallows dry, and though you both know she can't choose, she nods.

You gesture for her to stay behind, and approach Wanda with slow steps.

"Hey, sweetheart, it's me. Come, give me your hand." You said, and she blinked her distant eyes at you but obeyed. And you saw the tears welling up.

"T-they were...hurting you." Wanda tried in a broken voice, confusion and anger streaked across her face. "I made them stop."

You nodded, pulling her by the hand toward America. "It's okay, darling. Hey, don't look at them, Wanda. Look at me." You ask as soon as you see her shiver as she begins to notice the amount of bloodied bodies on the floor, and she swallows dryly, trying to focus her watery eyes on you.

America conjures a portal behind her and waits for you two. You guide Wanda out of that world, sighing softly as you feel a new atmosphere. The portal closes behind you, and Wanda reaches for your shirt, her whole body visually shaky, and you can do nothing but hug her tight.

--//--

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda x reader #wanda x you #elizabeth olsen x reader #marvel imagines #Rulers of The Multiverse

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java-lava · 6 months

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The Obey me songs ranked by how much I like them,

(Originals only.)

(Disclaimer; this list is made purely out of how much I enjoy listening to the songs, not preference of character)

Pomade

Passion

It’s My Party

Crazy About You

Are You Ready?

Question Love

Dreamscape

Sinful Indulgence

Number 1

Read My Heart

Arcadia

My Chance!

Choose me

My Wish

Telepathy

Six Pack

Our Destiny

Eternal

#obey me #obey me!#obey me shall we date #satan obey me #simeon obey me #lucifer obey me #obey me mc #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #asmo obey me #obey me belphegor #obey me beel #obey me solomon #shall we date diavolo #barbatos om #obey me songs #obey me luke

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atticsandwich · 9 months

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OBEY ME! CHARACTERS AND TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS I ASSOCIATE THEM WITH

listen i need this as self assurance and indulgence. will include all dateables, mephisto, thirteen, and raphael. will also include any honorable mentions!

I'll link a playslist with all the songs at the end for funsies hehe

LUCIFER

False God (Lover)

I know heaven's a thing; I go there when you touch me, honey, hell is when I fight with you.

I was debating between this one or I Can See You from Speak Now TV, but I feel like the religious imagery in this one really sold me

hon. mention: Invisible String, Don't Blame Me

MAMMON

Paper Rings (Lover)

I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings

I want to drive away with you, I want your complications too, I want your dreary Mondays

I think Mammon's definitely the type to propose with a paper ring either while he's drunk or as an impromptu proposal (of course, he'll still buy you an actual ring) but it's kind of a cute contrast from his greed image

hon. mention: New Year's Day

LEVIATHAN

Glitch (Midnights)

I thought we had no chance, and that's romance, let's dance

This one is definitely not just because of the song's theming 🤞 Even the first line (we were supposed to be just friends) is a direct parallel to his character song 😭 (which, fun fact, is my favorite out of all the songs we have... That and Telepathy.)

hon. mention: Tied Together with a Smile

SATAN

cowboy like me (evermore)

I've got some tricks up my sleeve, takes one to know one

You're a cowboy like me, never wanted love, just a fancy car

Satan was the hardest to pick for, I think. Originally I wanted to go for something like. idk. Sweeter Than Fiction? Which to be fair could be a good pick too. But I feel like cowboy like me encapsulates his "i've finally met my match, so i'm never letting go" kind of thing

hon. mention: Sweeter Than Fiction, I Think He Knows

ASMODEUS

Gorgeous (reputation)

You should take it as a compliment that I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk, you should think about the consequence of your magnetic field being a little too strong

This one was the first one I thought of LMAO I think people might say it's a pretty shallow pick but it's exactly why I went with it anyway - he seems like a very shallow demon and his aesthetic is definitely what first draws you in, but if you don't bother trying to get to know him, he'll only ever be gorgeous and nothing else. Do you get what I'm going for here. I hope you do.

hon. mention: Style, Bejeweled

BEELZEBUB

Stay Stay Stay (Red, Taylor's Version)

You carry my groceries and now I'm always laughing, and I love you because you have given me no choice but to stay

All those times you didn't leave, it's been occuring to me, I'd like to hang out with you for my whole life

I take back what I said about Satan. BEEL was the hardest to pick for 😵‍💫😭 tbh this pick went purely off of vibes and not necessarily any deeper connection. How dare I call myself a Beel simp. (Someone help me out here i'm dying)

BELPHEGOR

Run (Red, Taylor's Version)

Darling, let's run, run from it all

We can go where our eyes can take us, go where no one else is, run

I think I gravitated towards this song for Belphie because of the themes of escapism. Like all he wants to do is be with you and no one else (and maybe Beel) but as long as he's with you, anywhere is home

hon. mention: Untouchable

DIAVOLO

Enchanted (Speak Now, Taylor's Version)

This is me praying that this was the very first page, not where the storyline ends, my thoughts will echo your name until I see you again.

He was so fun to think for because he definitely has this almost naive, fairytale charm when it comes to romance, I think. Like he's definitely the type to reference fairytale romances with prince charming and sweeping you off your feet and all that. I think.

hon. mention: Today Was a Fairytale, gold rush

BARBATOS

Dancing With Our Hands Tied (reputation)

I could've spent forever with your hands in my pockets, picture of your face in an invisible locket, you said there was no one in the world that could stop it

I was divided between this one and Timeless, but went with dwoht bc the vibes felt right. On-the-low sutuationship-relationship yet always craving their presence and intimacy? Yeah sign me up

hon. mentions: Timeless, Haunted

SOLOMON

Sweet Nothing (Midnights)

Outside, they're push and shoving, you're in the kitchen humming, all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

note: do NOT let him do shit in the kitchen

I picked this one because I think out of all of them, I associate Solomon with domesticity the most. I think he'd be one to crave for that too, and that all he wants is to go home after a long day to see you.

hon. mention: Ours, Our Song

SIMEON

Treacherous (Red, Taylor's Version)

Your name has echoed through my mind and I just think you should, think you should know, that nothing safe is worth the drive

Oh Simeon, the most un-angel angel (or ex-angel?) to ever exist. I originally wanted to go for something a bit more sensual for him, but I think Treacherous encapsulates his inner conflict of where he stands as an angel, his love for the brothers, and his love for you.

hon. mention: So It Goes...

MEPHISTOPHELES

Electric Touch (Speak Now, Taylor's Version)

All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life, got a feeling your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life

And I want you now, wanna need you forever, in the heat of your electric touch

Listen. Mephisto feels like a slowburn which was why I chose this song exactly. The uncertainty, the hope, the longing, but with a sprinkle of denial and starvation. The overthinking. YEAHHHH BABYYY IM GOING TO LOSE IT (<- has the unfortunate trait of being a mephisto simp)

hon. mentions: Cruel Summer, Afterglow

THIRTEEN

Wonderland (1989)

Haven't you heard what becomes of curious minds? Didn't it all seem new and exciting? I felt your arms twisting around me, I should've slept with one eye open at night

Oh picking a song for her was fun. I also got stuck between two songs but chose Wonderland just bc I felt it suited her better. There's an air of mystery, skepticism, madness, longing... you name it

hon. mention: Message in a Bottle

RAPHAEL

Snow on the Beach (Midnights)

This scene feels like what I once saw on a screen, I searched aurora borealis green, I've never seen someone lit from within, blurring out my periphery

Okay this one feels like a stretch but also I'm half projecting because Raph is my favorite undateable LMFAO I just think his. Distance(?) makes it so it's almost magical that he gets drawn in. y'know. Almost like a once in a lifetime thing.

hon. mention: Dress, Superman

And that's all of them! I'm aware I didn't include Luke and although I still could include him with a more platonic/familial song, I went into this with like. Romance in my brain so. Sorry Luke ur still my bff don't worry.

There's also a distinct lack of debut, fearless, and folklore i'm so sorry i didnt mean it 😭

Anyways if you have any songs you also associate with them, I'd love to hear it!!

I made a playlist here!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me mephistopheles #obey me solomon #obey me thirteen #obey me raphael #taylor swift

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downbadmostofthetime · 1 year

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I ranked all of the obey me songs so here are my rankings + my opinions

sorry for large wall of text idk how tumblr works tbh

25th: Our Destiny- Solomon

I listened to this song like once and then never again

This song is so bad I’m sorry

I can see why I never touched this song again after it came out oh my god

24th: On Your Way- Demon Brothers

Roblox Tycoon Music

First time listening and it’s eh

Yeah no I don’t like it

23rd: My Wish- Luke

I’m so sorry Luke I love you as a son you are my son my boy but this song just ain’t it

Sounds like a youtube gachatuber intro song

This song is not good I have nothing else to say

22nd: Telepathy- Beel and Belphie

Honestly I’ve never really liked this song

It’s cute but it’s just not my thing

Somehow I forgot Beel and Belphie were twins. I don’t know how but I did

SATOSHI ONISHI

Yeah I don’t really have much to say

21st: Arcadia- Lucifer

The guitar here is tasty

I don’t like the voice distortion. Also Lucifer sounds weird in some parts

I don’t really like the music after the first chorus. It sounds like it belongs somewhere else than in his song

I forgot how high-pitched Lucifer sounds here, it’s not a bad thing though it’s just a bit jarring

I don’t hate this song as much as I used to though (I think)

20th: It’s My Party- Demon Brothers

I forgot if this is the opening or the ending song

It’s a nice song I guess

The chorus hits but everything else misses

19th: Choose Me- Mammon, Levi and Asmo

Ah yes, the unfortunate leftovers forced to sing together (because Beel and Belphie have their twin dynamic and Lucifer and Satan have that hatred or whatever, if that makes sense)

This song is alright? I used to like it a lot more but now it’s just kinda bad

One of those songs that’d be overplayed on the radio that I would get sick of very quickly

I thought Asmo had an extra finger on the cover art

18th: Trigger- Levi, Asmo and Beel

The leftovers forced to sing together part 2 (Why are Levi and Asmo in both leftover songs)

When did this song come out (it came out today)

I don’t like this song much

Actually I lied it’s okay (I guess)

Why does Beel sound like the butler guy from Paradox Live

17th: Question Love- Simeon

Simeon my boy what did they do to you

I used to hate this song but it slowly grew on me

Another overplayed radio song

The cover art holy shit

Please give Simeon another character song Yu Hirata slayed but the song does him so dirty

Simeon sounds like his voice has been heavily autotuned(?)

16th: Are You Ready?- Mammon

Mammon sounds like he’s talking for most of the song (if not, all of it)

Rather than being an overplayed radio songs, it sounds like one of those gems that gets played once a month on the radio

This song is nice

15th: Rock On!!- Lucifer and Mammon

I actually like this song

I didn’t expect to like it as much as I do

I have nothing else to say

14th: With You- Demon Brothers

A slow song

I like this one

I also have nothing else to say really

13th: Dreamscape- Belphie

I love Satoshi Onishi btw his voice is so nice

This song is like a breath of fresh air and I love it

I don’t have much to say about this song other than I love Satoshi Onishi’s voice

12th: Take It Easy- Satan and Belphie

I like this song way more than I thought I would

This song is a huge vibe

11th: Read My Heart- Satan

It’s a nice and calming song, like Belphie’s, it’s a breath of fresh air

Shinya Sumi did such a great job here

I’m such a huge sucker for slow songs

Refreshed my brain thank you Satan Obey Me

10th: Eternal- Demon Brothers

Another breath of fresh air

I really like how this one sounds

This was my first time listening to this song and I really liked it!

It reminds me of when I cried to an a3 song (the slow song where every actor sings)

If I was deep into my Obey Me phase still I probably would’ve cried to this song today

9th: No.1- Diavolo

I went insane when this song came out

I was so happy to see that the side characters were getting songs that I exploded into a million pieces

I replayed the trailer so many times the full version did not disappoint

King

8th: My Chance!- Levi

I love the music in this song, it sounds like it belongs in a game

If I recall, Satoshi Kada didn’t really have much singing experience prior to this song

BUT HE ATE AND LEFT NO CRUMBS!!

This song has made me cry before

Leviathan my scrunkly

7th: Hungry Six Pack- Beel

GOD I LOVE SONGS LIKE THIS

This was the first song to come out after I got into Obey Me (January 2021) so it’s special to me in some way

I love how in some parts Beel sounds kind of desperate to get rid of his hunger, really adds more to him and his character

What kind of title is ‘Hungry Six Pack’ though 🤨

6th: Pomade- Asmo

I love Miura Ayme he solos

I’ve probably also cried to this song before

Sounds like an idol boy song that i’d hear 200+ times but actually like

Yes hit those high notes!! Pop off!!

Would anyone believe me if I said Asmo is my favourite demon brother

Ugly crying to his song rn (help me)

5th: Passion- Lucifer and Satan

I remember wanting this song to be a heavy metal duet . It’s not but I still like it

I think I went insane when this song came out

Such a banger

I think my dad likes this song

They harmonise so well!!

4th: Sinful Indulgence- Miura Ayme

THIS SONG IS SO GOOD FOR AN OPENING

I wish more people would listen to Miura’s songs it’s just banger after banger

I think my parents like this song

This song goes so hard Miura Ayme never misses

3rd: Celestial Ray- Miura Ayme

I did not know Celestial Ray was an Obey Me song

THIS SONG IS SO FUCKING GOOD

The slow part!! Before the chorus!!!!

Miura Ayme has never missed part 2

2nd: Loveless- Miura Ayme

Three Miura Ayme songs back to back

God I love Miura Ayme’s songs

I’ve cried to this song

IT’S SO FUCKING GOOD

Ugly crying at the chorus

Obey Me devs please let Miura Ayme make more songs for Obey Me. They all go so hard

THE SLOW PART OH MY GOD more ugly crying

1st: Crazy About You- Barbatos

I went fucking INSANE when the trailer for this song dropped

IT’S SUCH A GOOD SONG

God that chorus HITS. IT’S SO GOOD

I am the Barbatos Fan ever!!

I replayed the trailer for this song so many times when it came out

THE WHISPERING

This song sent me to the ER from how good it is

THE GUITAR SOLO??? HELLO?????

They should give Barbatos another solo song he slayed fr

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me luke #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me songs #ranking

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Come Into the Light

Douxie and Archie go exploring a not-so-abandoned castle. Douxie finds himself making a deal for Archie's safety.

Guess who finally wrote the Beauty and the Beast AU ey had mentioned in discord back in 2021! I have more planned, and even some of the next scene written, but I couldn't get it done in time for @krexieweek. I'll try to publish a sequel sometime this summer.

AO3

FFN

It had been almost an hour, and Douxie was tired of waiting. It should have been simple. Archie would fly in, check to see if there were any obvious traps in the first part of the castle, and report back to Douxie. It shouldn't have taken more than twenty minutes, unless perhaps there was a pool of fish inside.

"I swear we need to find some sort of telepathy spell," Douxie grumbled as he cast the spell to light up his bracer. There were a lot of spells that Douxie wish he knew. Telepathy, for one, but also general quality-of-life spells. Sure, Merlin had had a point about hard work. There was a difference, though, between hard work at the castle and Douxie having to loot abandoned castles to be able to pay for food and lodging while also having time to keep an eye on any signs of Morgana's magic.

(Maybe he could get a job with the false alarm they had encountered. Then again, Douxie had no idea which guild Claire's mother represented, nor if she knew that her daughter was a shadowmancer. Just because the city-state of Arcadia Oaks was more tolerant than Camelot had been didn't mean it was safe to tell secrets like this.)

The castle wasn't as abandoned as it had looked. There wasn't any dust, and no cobwebs clung to the walls or ceiling. There was a hallway and two stairways coming off the main entrance. One led up, and the other led down.

“Arch? Archie, where are you?” Douxie called out. He heard a panicked yowl come from the downwards staircase. Douxie broke into a run and descended the stairs. “I’m coming, Arch!”

“No! Go back!” The desperation in Archie's voice only spurred Douxie further to him.

When he reached the bottom of the staircase, Douxie came to a long hallway with closed doors on either side, as well as a passageway veering off to the left. At the end of the hallway was a faintly glowing transparent dome. Underneath it was Archie. The dome's color was almost the same as Douxie's magic, if not a little more and vibrant. Douxie suppressed a shiver as he walked towards his familiar. Nothing, not even an uncomfortably similar color of magic, could stop him from helping Archie.

“Douxie, you need to go!” Archie hissed. “There's a strange monster in here; it’ll trap you!”

“Not without you.” Douxie knelt by the dome, inspecting it. He touched it, searching for a weakness, and found nothing.

“And just what are you doing with my prisoner?” The voice came from the hallway to the left.

Douxie glared into the darkness. While there was a faint cyan glow coming from it, it wasn't strong enough for him to make out any details. “He’s not yours. He’s my familiar, and he’s coming with me.”

“Your familiar? So, you’re a wizard, then.”

“What’s it to you?”

“Well, you’re obviously not a changeling. As a wizard, you should be more useful to me than your familiar is. I’d be willing to let him go if you were stay with me and obey my orders. Don’t worry; I’m not planning on ordering you to do anything directly harmful to yourself.”

There were many things that Douxie should have been.

“How long would I be here?”

“As long as I need you for.”

“Douxie, you can’t possibly be thinking of doing this.” Douxie turned to his familiar.

“I’m immortal, Arch; I'm not a little kid anymore. I can make my own decisions.” He could make his own sacrifices for the people he loved. Besides, Merlin had always liked Archie better than Douxie. He turned back to the monster. “Come into the light.”

Douxie had to suppress the snicker that battered at his lips. The so-called monster was a man who, when not counting his hair, was no taller than Douxie. Sure, he had strange eyes, four arms, and blue skin. He also had a complete and utter baby face. Maybe if he wasn’t holding Archie captive, Douxie would have found him adorable. For all the arrogance in the man’s voice, his posture and facial expression marked him as clearly uncomfortable under Douxie’s scrutiny.

“This is the monster you were talking about?” Douxie asked his familiar. What next, was Charlemagne only the Devourer of Fruit Pies? “I can handle him.”

“Douxie, don’t do this. Please.”

“I’m sorry, Archie, and thank you for everything.” Douxie looked directly at the man's face. “Let him go. Take me instead.”

The man reached to a device on his wrist, one that reminded Douxie uncomfortably of his own spellbook bracer. The man then pulled up an illusion and manipulated it. A similar barrier appeared around Douxie as the one around Archie. The barrier around Archie lifted off the floor in a bubble that floated next to the man.

“I’ll escort your familiar out, and then I'll be back for you.”

Archie pawed at the barrier. “I’ll come back for you, Douxie! I’ll find a way!”

“I’d rather you didn’t,” the man said as he and Archie disappeared into the darkness.

Douxie was left alone for fifteen, maybe twenty, minutes. Long enough to regret that he had left his lute back at the inn. That was another spell he wished he could learn, one that provided him with an instrument wherever he went. Even if they had had more time together, Merlin would have been more likely to teach Douxie shadowmancy than to summon a lute. And for all her so-called kindness, Morgana hadn’t been willing to teach Douxie such a spell, either.

What did the four-armed man want a wizard and not a dragon for?

Douxie had promised to stay and be the man’s prisoner. He hadn’t promised to actually be helpful. Both Merlin and Morgana had found Douxie annoying, and in their own ways they had tossed him out. And Douxie hadn’t even been trying with them!

This man didn’t know what he had gotten himself into.

The man came back and dismissed the barrier around Douxie. “Come. I’ll show you to your room.”

“Oh, really? You’re not making me stay in the dungeon?”

“Do you want to stay in the dungeon?” The man rolled his eyes. “Besides, I need you at your best.”

The man led Douxie through the castle. It was like nowhere Douxie had ever been – there was so much metal on the floors and ceiling. Cyan lights came on in the orbs embedded in the walls as the two of them passed.

“When you’re not working,” the man said, “you can go almost anywhere you like in the castle – just stay out of the West Wing.”

“Oh? What’s in there?”

The man glared over his shoulder. “None of your concern if you value your life.”

Well, so much for the earlier reassurance.

The man opened the door to a surprisingly lavish room. The bed looked more comfortable than anything Douxie had ever slept upon. “I have two servants, Ricky and Lucy. If you need anything, they will attend you.”

“So, I suppose they’ll give me your name? You never exactly introduced yourself.”

The man flinched. “I, well, you and your familiar intruded! But it’s, I’m, you can call me Krel. He called you Douxie?”

Douxie tried to be friendly most of the time, he really did. He had no intention of being friendly now. “You can call me Hisirdoux.”

A/N: As a fun fact, I was tempted to sneak in a joke along the lines of "I can handle him"/"In a fight, right?" but I just couldn't find a way to make it fit the tone.

#krexieweek #krexie #hisirdoux casperan #toa archie #krel tarron #beauty and the beast #enemies to lovers #i guess this fulfills two day's worth of prompts but i wrote this for day 4 #my writing #tales of arcadia #3below #toawizards

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seknots-izumimir · 4 months

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“i’m going to sleep soon” i did Not sleep soon . anyways what are your fav obey me song(s)

godspeed kit

ok in no particular order: crazy about you (barb), dreamscape + its remix (belphie), pomade + its remix (asmo), my chance! remix (levi), question love remix (simeon), our destiny remix (solomon), telepathy + its remix (belphie+beel), take it easy (belphie+satan), sinful indulgence, and magic moment <3

#top 5 are probably crazy abt you dreamscape telepathy take it easy & magic moment

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trickster-archangel · 1 year

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I have been thinking a lot about this, and I've come to the conclusion that it's surreal that the H50 fandom, and the McDanno community specifically, have so seldom used a very specific trope, compared to others.

I remember a discussion, on a Good Omens server whether The Best Trope™ to portray A/C was the "fucking just once at the very beginning, then stopping and silently pining one for another until the very end" option, the "mutually pining for the other from the very beginning but never acting on it because of course it cannot be mutual, and then having the mutual OH moment and finally fucking" option, or even the (probably most favorite) one which was either called "fucking while pining" or "pining while fucking", a sort of intensified Friends with Benefits trope.

So, about Danny and Steve, I've seen the almost totality being the second one, with some egregious FWB (alas too rare, because someone kept throwing in girlfriends at any corner, and both of them are too good to be cheaters), but I noticed an alarmingly scarcity of the first kind of trope. It might be my fault, but I only found, what? Two or three.

Which, to me, is….baffling? I mean, let's just do this mental exercise for a moment.

I know we all love to point out that for Steve, meeting Danny was love at first sight, later consolidated by love at first punch, because he saw in Danny something fascinating and alluring, someone who didn't bow and salute and yell "Sir, yes Sir" and obey to Steve's role with no questions asked. That had been Steve normalcy until the moment he stumbled upon Danny, either obeying or being obeyed, but never giving or being given a choice. He was so fascinated by Danny's attitude and his stubbornness to keep his case, that the only way he had to keep this new, shining toy, was to ditch the Navy, go into the Reserves, put aside all his plans to leave, and accept the Governor's offer.

Because he had found something that had made him change his mind.

And then we have years and years of longing gazes, yearning stares, constant touching and hugging and caressing and being in each other's personal space, showing an intimacy and a tenderness and a trust, and simply put, a perfect synchrony and a perfect telepathy since the first moment, like they were always meant to walk together. And that stubborn refusal to build a life with someone else, postponing the choice and diluting the feelings, until the relationship, every relationship, fizzles out and vanishes. Danny keeping this sort of stubborn shadow that he could go back to what he and Rachel had, rebuild a time when everything was new and good, revive the corpse of some long dead love instead of committing to someone new. Steve hanging on the threads left by an on/off friends with benefits thing that they both left to die, and being the only one who sees a future of, because mourning something you once had is easier than blaming yourself for not taking what you want. Always going back to the other, finding that comfort they seem unable to find in anyone else. That comfort they look unwilling to look for in anyone else.

Yet, we could imagine something different here. Because let's be honest: for how impulsive Steve can be, that choice in his father's garage was a huge change into his plans, and plans are his field of expertise. He gathers intel, he plans, he acts. Straight to the point. Isn't it a bit odd that this steel-minded man, suddenly, impulsively, sees this man he knows NOTHING about, decides "Yes, this is the one. I want this one. I'll do everything I can to keep him", and ditches all his carefully plotted plans, and his career too? For how interesting and endearing it can sound, it's still an odd behavior.

But what if that moment in the garage hadn't been the first time he had met him? What if their mutual rage and aggressiveness had another explanation, aside from stubbornness, impulsiveness and alpha-maleness? What if their anger was simply a cover for another feeling, one like….Shock? Fear? Guilt? Shame? Better to yell, scream, point a gun, and take some pissing contest, see who's boss.

Let's imagine. And see if it doesn't all make much more sense, this way.

It's the evening before their fatal meeting. Steve, after donning his dress blues to attend the service for burying his father, all authorities present, after paying his respects and taking care of what was left, before leaving to hunt Hesse, goes back to his temporary dwellings, dismisses his formal uniform, and sporting just his cargo pants and tee, goes to find some old joint to get thoroughly plastered, drinking at his father's memory. He gets inside, and proceeds with his plan, determined not to feel or remember a single thing about this day when he'll wake up the day after with the mother of all hangovers.

He purposely chooses some dubious, smoky, unnamed, not touristy alley, where it's obvious he can find only people with his same goal in mind, and no need to do small talk or mind someone else's business. He's halfway through his plan, remembering all things that could've gone better and all those that went spectacularly wrong, when he notices someone in a shadowy corner, not far from where he sits, sporting some of the sourest faces he's ever seen, one which makes him think this man, this haole who sticks like a sore thumb in a crowd of dark hairs and tan complexions, is having an even harder time than he is. Blondest hair Steve has ever seen, blond eyelashes fanning the bluest eyes, so blue they are shining even in the dark corner he sits in, blond stubble over his cheeks and around those rosy lips. Muscular shoulders and a chest to die for. Awakening something Steve thought long dead and buried. Wearing a goddamn tie over a tight shirt over dress pants. In Hawai'i.

Of course, since Steve is already half-shitfaced, he doesn't notice he's been staring. For a while. And of course the haole has noticed. He gets up, bringing his scotch and glass with him, and lands on the seat opposite to Steve. Staring back. Silently. Until he barks out, voice raspy maybe for too much scotch or maybe too much crying (his eyes, so blue, are red rimmed, Steve can clearly see it from this near), if he's something to tell him or if he intends to keep on staring like a creep. If he's seen something he likes. And smiles.

Steve's heart does a complicated and not entirely funny thing, one it hadn't done in a long time, a very, very long time, since when he joined the Navy and the SEALs. Probably even before, surely before, when he started attending Annapolis and those muddled, hazy, flustering thoughts could've compromised his entire future and left him adrift, even more than he already was, without a purpose and a goal. So it was easy to decide to cut that side of him, keep only the allowed one, and never act on it again. Think, maybe. Dream, sure. Wish, sometimes. But never act because he had too much to lose, and anyway, it wasn't like anyone had ever made a mystery of finding it extremely easy to ditch and abandon him. The Navy, though, it was a sure thing, definitely an exigent owner, but a sure thing that would've never abandoned him as long as he obeyed, behaved, and kept sacrificing himself.

Now he's not on duty, though. He's no one, at least for these few days. He's just John's son, mourning his father and reading himself for a revenge mission that could take his life in the process. He's drinking alone in a shady bar where no one can recognize him after so many years, and surely not when his first impression on these people had been one of a fully decked out Officer in high uniform. And with a beautiful, lonely, sad man who's maybe interested in the same thing he is: forgetting everything that's going on in his life right now, forgetting everything just for this night, feeling good, feeling empty. But feeling good is surely a nicer option than feeling empty. And the haole is definitely interested in feeling good and empty at least for today. No explanations needed, no niceties, no buying drinks, no asking about what brings him here. So they carefully test the water before diving in headfirst, and just a look is enough to understand they are on the same page.

Steve is more careful than ever that no one would recognize him when he leaves the bar, the blond man following him at a distance as they walk the few alleys and streets to Steve's place while he's in Hawai'i, heading in just a few minutes after Steve and going straight to the point, in the half-light coming from the open curtains. It's not sentimental. It's not sweet. It's not meant to be, and yet….Yet there's some kind of instantaneous and instinctive connection between them, to the point that while they agreed this was just a one night thing, and they didn't need to know the other's bruises and griefs, or the reasons for taking this leap, for needing this kind of anonymous comfort, they can't help but exchanging their names. Just that. And if you know someone's name, you hold them in your power, or whatever that shit was.

It's not romantic, but it almost is. And Steve is almost crying because of Danny's (the beautiful, golden stranger's name) protectiveness and gentleness with him, like he's sensing or understanding by experience alone that Steve might scowl and purse his lips all he wants, but he's way more inexperienced at this than he liked to think he was. Danny has strong hands, but they are so soft and careful, like he's accustomed to handling frail, little, tiny things, like people's hearts or children's hands. Steve, for the first time since when he was a little kid on his mother's knees, feels cared for. Loved, almost. And it makes him sick, because being loved and cared for is not something he's allowed to.

But this isn't love. This is a one night stand, and he's a Navy SEAL, and DADT is still in full force, and tomorrow he'll leave for his quest, and he'll never see this kind, caring, attentive man who's offered him at least one night of comfort like he's never felt even with Catherine (it had never been about the comfort with her, it was about taking a breath before diving again, and it was his role to be up to the task, always), giving without asking, offering without expecting. He had said he was looking for relief, but in reality he had offered it. This man who now is gathering his clothes, dressing back and heading for the door, a brittle smile on those gorgeous lips while he turns and looks at Steve for the last time before disappearing. This man whom Steve will never meet again, taking with him this memory of how people, even complete strangers, could be a beacon of life in the darkness that had swallowed him too long ago to remember a time where light existed. This man who clearly carried a heavy burden of his own, an unspoken pain, and whose eyes were so bright and yet so sad.

Steve drifts to sleep too, wondering how much time will pass until he'll forget the beautiful stranger's face, and how much until the stranger does the same.

Funny how the answer to that question, just the following morning, would suddenly come to him while raising his gun and yelling at an uncomfortably familiar face, a face equally frozen when taking in his own face.

Of course, being partners, and being Steve technically Danny's boss (even if Danny has opinions, very loud opinions, on this matter), and being Steve still in the Navy, means that they look at each other over a beer that same evening, and with just one look agree that it must stay exactly as they had agreed: a one night stand among two strangers trying to run away from their nightmares for just some hours. And that's it. Or so they believe.

Turns out that when you know exactly how your partner and best friend looks like in the dim light of a bedroom, what he sounds like, what he tastes like, and how he is when he's at his most vulnerable….it's very difficult not to remember it constantly, and to fight back the yearning and the longing. Especially if you've been such an idiot to fall in love with a stranger you met in a bar. But they had agreed and shaken hands, and that had to be it. Living the rest of their lives, both of them, wanting to have just that one thing they thought the other considered the worst mistake of his life, not imagining he wanted it back so badly, so desperately, that everyone else coming in their lives could never stay enough before the ghost of that night hunted them out of Steve's or Danny's bed, and heart.

Funny how the answer to that question turned out to be Eternity.

#pardon my brain #it's been like this all day #mcdanno #mcdanno headcanon #mcdanno speculation or maybe AU #pining!danny #pining!steve #mcdanno invented pining #mcdanno invented love #everything comes back to mcdanno #the night before #prequel #steve mcgarrett #danny williams

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