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aparticularbandit · 4 months

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For Fake: Chapter One

Summary: America lied about having a girlfriend to get her moms off her back, but when they want to meet said girlfriend, she asks her good friend Viv to step in and help.

prompted by this post.

Viv Vision/America Chavez

Chapter Rating: G. Fic Rating: T.

AO3

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punchesstars: so remember how my moms used to bug me about a gf notanandroid: Yes. punchesstars: and remember how they stopped notanandroid: Yes. punchesstars: so i might have told them i have one notanandroid: One what? punchesstars: a gf notanandroid: Oh. notanandroid: That sounds reasonable. punchesstars: yeah but they want my gf to come over punchesstars: for the holidays or something notanandroid: But you do not have a girlfriend. punchesstars: yeah punchesstars: i know punchesstars: u wanna be my gf? punchesstars: for fake punchesstars: so my moms don’t bug me again

punchesstars: viv? u there? notanandroid: Yes. notanandroid: I apologize. notanandroid: I was busy. punchesstars: u can say no punchesstars: ur better than marvel tho punchesstars: at the faking bit notanandroid: Can you not tell them your girlfriend is busy? punchesstars: i tried punchesstars: they said my gf could pick the date punchesstars: they r very insistent notanandroid: It is the holidays. Is that not a good enough excuse? punchesstars: no punchesstars: uv never met my moms notanandroid: Let me sleep on it. punchesstars: u sleep????

Viv shuts her phone off, tucks it beneath her pillow, and leans flat on her back to stare up at the ceiling. Technically speaking, she doesn’t need a cell phone; she’s set up to connect to both incoming calls and texts. But there’s something familiar about having a separate phone and a separate phone number from the one implanted in her skull. She likes having the texts on an external visual plane, and she likes not having every word on a call thrumming through her mind, and she especially likes not having unread texts sitting in the back of her mind like trash she’s forgotten to take out. Her father doesn’t approve, but then he doesn’t text – and he was created in a time before cellular phones even existed, so what does he know?

Not that any of this particularly matters, in the grand scheme of things. Her internal processors still record her every moment, including the calls she gets from an external phone, including her visuals of any texts she receives or sends out. In some ways, this is good; it means her memory is much more concrete than that of any of her friends. In others, it isn’t; it means that in particularly troubling situations, she has absolutely no privacy. She can keep nothing hidden from anyone who might have reason to demand access to her memories.

She doesn’t think it records her thoughts, though, which is the really important thing right now.

It isn’t that Viv hadn’t been paying attention to America’s texts. She had. But they hadn’t been at the forefront of her mind the way her homework was (and unfortunately for that homework, her mind is now so full of other things that there’s no way she could really focus on any of it. Except the math, which requires absolutely no thought and which she could do in her sleep...and which she will probably do to cool off later). And, well.

She hadn’t expected u wanna be my gf? out of nowhere.

Of course, America clarified all of that, and if Viv had been paying attention to the greater context of the conversation, maybe her heart wouldn’t have frozen in her chest the way it had, maybe her breath wouldn’t have caught in the heartbeat between that text and the one after, but….

She doesn’t even like America like that. She doesn’t like anyone like that! They’re just friends! Very, very good friends!

Viv groans, grabs her pillow, covers her head with it, and lets out a much, much louder groan, stifling it as much as she can.

Even still, a few minutes later, her father knocks at her door. He will ask if something is wrong. He will try to open the door.

“Do not worry!” Viv calls out, moving the pillow just enough to shout through the door. “I am only frustrated with my homework!”

“Would you like my help?” her father asks through the door.

“No, I believe that would interfere with what I am intended to learn from this experience.” It is a lie. It is all a lie. Viv is having no trouble with her homework at all and was actually nearly done with the whole thing before that singular text broke through her focus. Which it shouldn’t have. Still, she does not like lying to her father, not after the time she’d spent being so mad at her mother.

She doesn’t like to think about her mother.

With her father satisfied and away, Viv is left to her own thoughts. None of which she likes. She’s not sure why America believed she would be better at faking all of this than Kamala is when she’s no great liar, but perhaps it is simply that she is better at not speaking at all. Perhaps America is afraid that with Kamala’s talkative nature, something might slip out that she doesn’t want her moms to hear.

—that, too, is an issue.

The “moms” in question are the two women who took America into their home when Strange did not, who for all intents and purposes adopted her into their family. Agatha Harkness, the first and oldest witch, Viv has heard of in passing – both from America and, oddly, from her father – but never had the occasion to meet, despite the intrigue that surrounded her. Wanda Maximoff, on the other hand, America is quite wrong to say that Viv has never met.

(To think of that means to think of her mother’s death, and Viv likes to think of that even less than she likes to think of her mother.)

There’s no way that America would ever have known that, however. Viv would hope Wanda has no reason to bring it up, and she has not and had no intention to do so. She likes speaking of her mother nearly as much as she likes thinking about her mother. In fact, she isn’t even sure America knows what has happened to her, only that she is dead, which is more than fine with Viv. She just has no way of knowing if that will come up if she agrees.

Viv isn’t sure she can successfully fake being anyone’s girlfriend, let alone America’s.

With a sigh, Viv shoves her homework under her bed. She shuts down with the intent to finish everything in the morning, hoping that her rest cycle will help her see things with different eyes in the morning.

Well.

Not different eyes, since she has no intention of changing hers out any time soon.

But close enough.

Viv reconsiders in the morning as she finishes her math homework. It’s good busywork that doesn’t require much thought, which lets her mind wander elsewhere. Every now and again, she picks up her phone to see if she’s gotten any texts from America. Nothing. Which is for the best, honestly.

Finally, with a deep breath, she picks her phone up and sends the text.

notanandroid: I will be your fake girlfriend. notanandroid: But we will need to discuss everything first. notanandroid: I may change my mind.

It’s a full four hours later before America texts her back.

punchesstars: u wanna meet up l8r notanandroid: Send me a time and a place.

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manic-marvel · 1 year

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#Yes I gave the villain a fluffy song #What do you take me for?#she’s literally the best omg #wanda maximoff #Scarlet witch #vision #I literally almost googled their ship name my dumbass #It’s literally fuckign wandavision #wandavision #quotes #song quote #song lyrics #lyrics #holding the other by Lauren Alaina #Taking a break from stucky #Only did that last long one cuz it was bucky’s b-day #That one took SO LONG

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omgatalkingtoaster · 1 year

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After seeing her kids. Their fear and hatred. Feeling, hearing, almost tasting that. It wasn’t worth this anymore.

This fighting. The endless torment.

She just wanted to be with her family. And it was becoming increasingly clear there was only one way that would happen.

Wundagore mountain cracked and crumbled as she forced it upward.

Up like Sokovia. Her arms stretched up above her head, tears falling down her face.

The strain of the mountain was no where near as heavy as the burden on her heart.

And so with a final twitch of her fingers. She released both.

Down like Sokovia.

The rocks plummeted. She closed her eyes bracing for the impact from above, and startled by the one from the side.

@wanda-chaos-witch

A complete set. The whole power of the Universe dancing under his skin. Time, Space, Mind, Reality, Power and Soul. He could change everything- fix everything. The ach inside his soul could at last be healed- he was about to reach out, twist the time stream to his whim peal back the layers and-

He felt in. A call so familiar to his heart. Her call. Her anguished cry of pain and desperation. Dying- a small fraction rebelliously reaching out to be saved, reaching out to him. He dropped the time stream and felt for the source of this distress, another world, another time- a strand of the multiverse-

He found her. Just loke he had before. The world was crumbling- No, not the whole world, just the mountain around her. With grace and ease he lifted her into his arms again- an echo. The first time they touched, the first time he had touched anyone without violence.

The cave collapsing above meant nothing to him. She was safe in his arms for now this universe bent to his will. The rocks and dirt changing path to fall around them.

#ch: wanda maximoff #wanda chaos witch #ship: scarlet vison #ultimate vision

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siren-serenity · 7 months

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off to the grand line we go

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐖 tell me, what is your dream? to become stronger? to roam the seas in sight for freedom? whatever you want, the sea is willing to offer

-all written by 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍-

note: the ones with (nsfw) are not suitable for minors! minors dni. however, those without any other labelling are safe for everyone :)

𝐋𝐄𝐓'𝐒 𝐆𝐎 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐉𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐄'𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 note: i've only watched a couple of one piece episodes so i'm not that sure of what arcs or whatever is happening. please be patient with me!! i will not write nsfw for non-humanoid characters ex. chopper honorary tag for sfw works, sanji + ace -> @officialdaydreamer00

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐖 𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 ↳˳;; ❝ who is luffy to you?ᵕ̈೫˚∗

you would forever immortalize that day. the fated day in which you met the mugiwaras, or the straw hat pirates. luffy, thrusting his hand into your field of vision, mouth grinning and an odd laughter bursting from him. then, in the corner of your eye, you saw everyone else with an earnest look in their eyes. "join my crew!" luffy beamed, like sunshine, like the sun itself. your soul ignited. your heart resonating, beating like drums in your chest. "aye," you grinned, clapping your hand into his. "i pledge to make you king of the pirates!"

𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈 ↳˳;; ❝ pillow prince (nsfw)ᵕ̈೫˚∗

sanji's hands are shaking as he holds yours, cradling them as if they were the finest piece of treasure in all the seas. his eyes are earnest, glimmering as always whenever he looks at something he loves, but they're more sincere than ever. "my dream is not just the all blue anymore. it's you and it's always been you."

𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐆𝐀𝐒 𝐃. 𝐀𝐂𝐄 ↳˳;; ❝ lucky to have youᵕ̈೫˚∗ ↳˳;; ❝ who is luffy to you?ᵕ̈೫˚∗ ↳˳;; ❝ when he loves you (ace ver. part two)ᵕ̈೫˚∗ ↳˳;; ❝ you're so in loveᵕ̈೫˚∗

"i never thought there was someone out there who could love me," ace blows out a wisp of smoke from his mouth, looking outwards from where he leaned on the railing of whitebeard's ship. the sunset highlighted his rugged looks that always made your heart stutter. his next words are quiet, murmured like a sacred whisper. "but then you proved me wrong."

𝐑𝐄𝐃-𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒 ↳˳;; ❝ when he loves you (shanks ver. part one)ᵕ̈೫˚∗ ↳˳;; ❝ who is luffy to you?ᵕ̈೫˚∗

"let's just drink our sorrows away," shanks lifted up a heavy bottle of rum before giving you a light-hearted grin. the sun rising behind him lit up his ruby hair and he seemed to glow otherworldly. "or shall we just drink merrily until we're black-out drunk?"

𝐁𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐍 ↳˳;; ❝ my favorite shade of blueᵕ̈೫˚∗ ↳˳;; ❝ when he loves you (buggy ver. part three)ᵕ̈೫˚∗

"you," buggy grabbed your chin, tugging you closer to him. his lips curved upwards into a scarlet-smeared grin. blue eyes glimmered and shimmered with a hint of insanity yet there was something about the look in his eyes that made you drawn into the craziness of him. "you will be the greatest act of all."

𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐗𝐎𝐓𝐄 '𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐎𝐍' 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄 ↳˳;; ❝ morning routinesᵕ̈೫˚∗

you let an exasperated, yet concern-filled sigh escape your lips, hands bandaging his injured shoulder with ease. rosinante watches you with the slightest hint of guilt brimming in his eyes and you immediately felt soft again- no! he set himself on fire again! you must stay strict and- "thank you," rosinante grinned at you, charming in his own unique way, and you felt your heart flutter. "i love you."

𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐀 𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎 ↳˳;; ❝ i just wanna kiss youᵕ̈೫˚∗

"i swear, on my blade, that i will always protect you," zoro pledged and he seemed so serious that you didn't retort as you usually did. he sheathed wado ichimonji and then held your hands in his own calloused ones. the sun had set behind him and outlined his well-built body against the brilliant blue sky. "i swear it, because i will always prioritize you first and foremost." he took your breath away. he always had and always will.

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐃. 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐖 ↳˳;; ❝ early dawnsᵕ̈೫˚∗

"thank you," law whispers. he holds you tight to his chest, inhaling your sweet, unique aroma paired with the metallic, sharp scent of blood. thankfully, the majority of it wasn't yours and you were alive, in his arms. "never do that again. please." law is begging, perhaps for the first time in a long time. but he will get down on his knees and do every humiliating action if you could remain safe forever.

𝐁𝐎𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊 ↳˳;; ❝ eyes and smiles (my heart beats louder)ᵕ̈೫˚∗

"in this vast sea," hancock murmurs, having a lost look in her eyes. you step closer, embracing her gently with a hand cradling her head to you. "my love for you transcends everything." she leans back to look you in the eye and to your surprise, they had small shimmers of tears in the corners. she smiled and it was like the sun had blessed you with warmth. "perhaps our love is the most beautiful of them all."

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kaihuntrr · 1 month

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part thirteen: the scarlet witch.

Martyn meets a deadly foe.

Martyn’s footsteps crunched against the cold, silent dirt streets. Grian and the others weren’t too far ahead of him. Martyn could see them walking a few dozen paces in front of him, but something about the walk back made it feel longer than it should have. Maybe it was the way his head buzzed over the two shots of liquor, maybe it was because of the eerie howls of the wind and the dark clouds above him, or maybe it was the lingering thought of the empty street.

Martyn’s stomach grumbled. It could be hunger, too.

The stories the people in the tavern told him filled Martyn’s mind as he walked. He passed by dimly lit streets and tall buildings as he pondered on their words.

A woman who made a deal with the sea princes. A deal that gave her magic. She even saw their treasure. How did she do it? How did she communicate to the beasts?

Why did a sea prince guard the island?

Martyn shuddered. Was it the same one that he saw? What had stopped it from eating him then, if it destroyed any hunting ship that left?

…Perhaps Martyn alone didn’t look like a threat.

How could he be? The titan was hundreds, if not thousands of times Martyn’s size. It could have easily swatted him out of existence with a simple flick of its tail.

…So why didn’t it?

Martyn’s vision became a slight blur as he nearly tripped over his own feet, only to be caught by Cleo.

“Watch your step,” Cleo held Martyn’s arm up and let him lean against them. “You almost fell.”

Martyn shook his head and leaned away from Cleo. He was a little shaken, but he could stand on his own. He’d walked all the way here by himself, didn’t he? Scar and Grian paused their conversation to look at Martyn warily, and Katherine was idly looking around, her arms crossed.

“I’m fine,” Martyn smiled, a small hiss escaped him as the throbbing pain of his headache hit. He looked at his friends and sighed, “I’m just… thinking.”

“About what?” Scar tilted his head. Martyn hummed, unsure of how to start. He knew if he opened his mouth he’d likely ramble. Scar raised an eyebrow as he glanced between Martyn and Grian.

“We heard stories about this island in the tavern,” Grian crossed his arms as he looked at Katherine, Scar, and Cleo. Neither of them were there to hear it, and it seemed Martyn didn’t want to speak. “Apparently, the island is called Crescent Bay, and it’s haunted by a witch who made a contract with the sea princes.”

“Who’d make a deal with those monsters?” Cleo hissed and narrowed their eyes.

“Someone who saw their treasure,” Grian sighed. The three’s eyes widened in surprise. He shook his head, “So we’d best stay wary of this place. I have no idea what she could do to us.”

Martyn could see the gears turning in their heads, just like they had in his. A human had already seen the sea princes’ treasure, and she was given magic in return. It sounded unbelievable, but Martyn felt like it wasn’t too far-fetched. The island looked sketchy already, and the thought of facing off against a sea prince before they left filled Martyn with both adrenaline and fear.

After all, how could he fight something so large and imposing, when all it took was a growl to send chills down his spine?

“We’d better prepare for a fight, then,” Cleo hummed. “The sea princes are trouble enough, what more trouble could come if someone made a deal with them?”

Grian nodded. “I agree. We should work on making the ship heavily defended. If we can’t get a boat for the Kites soon,” he looked behind himself, listening to the distant crash of waves against the wooden poles of the port, “We just have to make them cooperate with us.”

“I’m sure they would, considering the circumstances,” Katherine let out a weak chuckle, “Especially if you’re going to be fighting a sea prince….” She shook her head, “But for now, let’s turn in for the night. ”

Grian led the group back to the docks to meet back up with Joel and the others. It was a simple walk. There didn’t seem to be too many people outside, if there were any earlier, there were fewer now. It was odd. Despite the tall, ominous buildings, there didn’t seem to be too many residents of the isle.

It made Martyn’s skin crawl thinking about what could’ve happened.

“What sort of deal was it?” Katherine asked, “Do the islanders know?”

“Magic for blind following,” Grian shrugged as they continued to walk. He crossed his arms, “Though I suspect there may be more to the story than they gave us.”

“They also mentioned that a sea prince guards the island, and that no hunter has ever left this place alive,” Martyn spoke. He shrugged with a smug smile on his face, “While I don’t want to brag, I'm certain we’ll be home soon.” He clumsily put one foot in front of the other and would have tripped, if it weren’t for Cleo catching him.

Cleo smiled and rolled their eyes with a small huff, “And get something off of the beast.”

“What are you talking about?” Katherine raised an eyebrow. “Wouldn’t just escaping be enough?”

Right. Katherine wasn’t a Canary.

Would it be alright to trust her? She’d been nothing but friendly with them. Who would she tell, anyway? Perhaps she’d tell Kites, and maybe then would that noisy crew cooperate with the Canaries.

It should be fine to trust her on this.

Grian stopped and looked back at Katherine. “Do you promise not to tell anyone?”

The two stared at each other for a long moment. Katherine’s face slowly scrunched up while Grian furrowed his eyebrows.

Katherine looks uncomfortable.

Katherine glanced between the three Canaries with narrowed eyes. “...Sure,” she finally spoke. “I don’t like the way you’re all looking at me.”

Grian hummed in agreement. “We were commissioned by the king to bring back a sea prince,” he began to walk. Katherine followed, staring at the captain with wide eyes. He looked straight ahead, “Some naval commanders challenged us to who would lead the hunt. We’re planning to bring home a scale as proof so we can lead.”

“Huh. That’s an awfully big task for just one hunting crew,” Katherine muttered, putting a hand on her chin. “You all must be very capable.”

Scar nudged Katherine’s shoulder. “We’re the best hunters around,” he proclaimed. “So we’ll be back in no time!”

Katherine laughed along with Scar before she turned to Martyn. “Enough time for you to go back to your special someone,” she giggled as Martyn’s cheeks flushed red. The others started chuckling to themselves as well. “I wish the best of luck to all of you. It’ll be a challenge to get a scale off of one of them, I’ll bet.” Katherine’s gaze faltered, her amused look turned into a contemplative one. She crossed her arms as she became more and more engrossed in her thoughts. Perhaps she was doubting them. Martyn couldn’t fault her- it was a difficult task!

It was bound to be a challenge, no doubt about it, but with the Canaries, Martyn felt like anything was possible.

Or maybe that was just the alcohol getting to him.

Whatever the case was, Martyn had promised Scott that he would make it home alive and well. That meant he had to come home with something from a sea prince. Now that he knew for sure that they were very real, it was only a matter of time until they snagged something from it.

“Just you wait!” Martyn proclaimed, raising his voice. His friends turned to look at him in amusement. “The terror of the sea princes will be gone soon.” He was sure of it. Even if that sea prince was hauntingly confusing to understand. Martyn probably needed some time to think–

“I wouldn’t say that,” a new voice spoke. It was loud, clear, and sounded like it came from above.

The hunters stopped walking, looking around the empty streets for the source of the voice.

Martyn whipped his head around. “Who’s–”

A loud thud hit the ground, and Martyn’s eyes widened as he turned around and saw the figure in front of him.

Her hair was long and chestnut brown with lighter tips. She was dressed like some pampered noble with her dress shirt and corset, and her red hooded cape with golden moons stitched into the hems. A pair of sickles hung from the sides of her belt.

But the most intimidating thing about her was the huge angry red scar over her left eye. It didn’t look natural, as if it was purposely carved on her face. Martyn took a step back.

“It’s so lovely to see the island’s got some new faces, and they’re hunters too,” the stranger had an eerie grin. She laid her hand on the hilt of one of her blades. “I think you’d be some good entertainment. It’s been so boring lately.”

“Who are you?” Grian’s hand hovered over his gun holster.

The stranger gasped, putting a hand to her chest. “Me? Haven’t you heard about me? The islanders just love to tell every visitor all about me.” she laughed. She rolled her eyes, drawing her sickle and swinging it around casually. She looked at each of the hunters, her eyes strangely luminous in the darkness. “I know hunters are dumb, but you’re dense.”

Her sickle. Her twin sickles.

Martyn squinted his eyes to get a better look of them. They were shaped like crescent moons. The stranger wore a red hood.

A red hood and twin-blades shaped like the moon.

“You’re…,” Martyn’s voice quivered.

She laughed, sheathing her blade as she cocked her head. “The Scarlet Witch, at your service,” she bowed with a sense of over dramatic flare. “Though I think I’ve overstayed my welcome.”

The witch stood up to her full height, looming over them, and placed her scythe hand on her hip. She rolled her eyes and turned around, glancing back at the hunters before waving her hand. She chuckled, shaking her head like someone said a joke.

“I’ll see you around, Hunter.”

The witch broke into a sprint, disappearing in a blur of red as mist began to fill the empty streets. The cold chill of the winds brushed against the hunters, Martyn shivered.

Martyn stared straight ahead, looking down the misty street. He wasn’t sure what it was, but everything in his heart told him to follow. The light buzz in his head only got worse if he thought about turning around like nothing was wrong.

He couldn’t possibly leave without getting answers.

“Wait!” Martyn dashed after her into the misty streets, hoping to find that blur of red.

Martyn could hear a set of footsteps running after him. “Martyn– don’t go after her!” Grian’s shouts did nothing more but encourage him further. Something about the witch was so engaging. He had to follow her, he had to know more. He couldn’t let her slip away.

“I have to!” Martyn glanced behind him. He stopped as he saw a blur of red on a street to the side. He took a sharp breath before breaking into a run in that direction. “I need to know what her deal is!”

“Martyn!” Grian’s shouts became distant. The twists and turns Martyn took, plus the mist beginning to grow into thick fog made it hard to see and hear.

Yet, Martyn could hear the clinks of metal from the witch’s sickles and her running footsteps just ahead of him. He had to keep chasing, he didn’t want to end up lost. He took another deep breath and followed the sound.

Martyn passed by silhouetted buildings, thankful he hadn't run into anything yet, as his heartbeat drummed in his ear. He shook his head, trying to unhear the phantom sounds of the sea prince’s heartbeat echoing through his head.

Somehow, the scenarios were similar. It was hard to see anything, and Martyn kept pushing on to the point of hearing a loud heartbeat echo in his ears. He couldn’t get his mind off of that sea prince. Those inhuman eyes. Its vast, almost incomprehensible size. The way it simply stared at Martyn before it left.

It was haunting and alluring at the same time.

When I come home, I can tell Scott the wait is nearly over.

Martyn could picture the concern on the ginger’s face when he told him about the hunt. Martyn never wanted Scott to worry too much. He should be worrying about something else- maybe about his tavern business or some petty squabble Martyn wasn’t aware of, just something not so dire. Martyn should- would be just fine. Oh, how Martyn longed to be back with the man already. He always felt homesick a few days into a hunting trip before he got used to being on the ship again, but this time, he was so ready to return home.

The uncertainty of this whole commission might be sending imaginary alarm bells in his head, but Martyn pressed on.

I can’t wait to tell you everything.

It sounded unbelievable enough that Martyn was on an island guarded by a sea prince and terrorized by a witch. Martyn couldn’t wrap his head around it being so bizarre. It was a step closer to understanding the sea princes however, and Martyn couldn’t waste that opportunity.

The sound of Martyn’s steps changed from a mix of dry dirt and a stone path to creaking wood and the rush of water. A bridge over a river, good to know. He made himself stop. He didn’t want to fall over the edge. The heavy fog slowly lifted as Martyn waved away the air and revealed the entrance to a dark oak forest. The trees in front of him were tall and dense, its leaves were tightly packed so that there were only small hints of light filtering into the forest.

Martyn looked up to see the darkened clouds pull back ever so slightly, letting the ominous moonlight trail down to the ground around him.

The Scarlet Witch was there, too. She had her back turned towards him, facing the entrance of the forest. She stood completely still as Martyn pulled his gun out of its holster and aimed it at her. Martyn saw a slight twitch from her as he cocked the gun.

“Don’t move.”

“I won’t even try,” the witch shrugged. Despite having her back turned, Martyn could tell she was smiling. “What do you want?”

“I want answers.” Martyn’s grip on his gun began to shake.

“About what?”

“The rumors. Are they real?” Martyn tried to stop his heart from speeding up. He’d never done this before. He’d never threatened a person. But this was his chance to learn more. He needed to learn more. Martyn pointed his gun at one of the witch’s hands, noticing a small twitch, “Put your hands up.”

The woman raised her hands up. She laughed, “Oh, those things?” she nodded. “Yes, they’re very real.”

“Including the sea prince?” Martyn gripped his gun tighter.

“Yes, including the sea prince,” the witch sighed. “Are you going to talk my ears off about what goes on around my island, or can I leave?”

How did she act so… casual? For all she knew, Martyn could pull the trigger then and there, and she’d be dead. Was this not serious for her? Still, Martyn was learning from this.

“So they are real…,” Martyn muttered, glancing to the side and lowering his guard to think. He wasn’t sure if the sea prince guarding this island and the one he saw near the world border were the same, but they were the same accursed species lurking around. He aimed the gun back at the witch’s back, “How did you find the treasure?”

“You really want to know, don’t you?” the witch turned her body, showing the calm, murderous glint in her eyes as her lips formed a small smile. Martyn flinched at seeing the long, strange scar on her face. Martyn has seen and worn some nasty scars on his own body, but the witch’s scar was jagged and odd-looking. It looked like it was supposed to stretch longer, but it was all scrunched up. Clearly, there was something very wrong about her. She giggled, “I’ll admit, you’re a very eager hunter.”

“I said, don’t move,” Martyn growled, his hands shaking as he pointed the gun at the witch’s face. “Or do you want me to shoot you?”

The witch rolled her eyes. “If you do shoot me, you won’t get your answers,” she laughed. “So how about you play nice?”

Martyn glanced between his gun and the witch. She called his bluff. In all honesty, Martyn couldn’t dream of shooting a person. It just felt… wrong. At least with monsters, they don’t feel. They scream and writhe in pain, but it's not the same as hurting a person.

Martyn lowered the gun, his grip beginning to loosen as he took in deep breaths.

“There, that’s better,” the witch smiled. “And for good measure…”

In one swift motion, Pearl leapt forward and tackled Martyn off the foot of the bridge and into the dirt.

Martyn felt the back of his head collide with the ground first, the rest of his body flailing as the witch used her arm to pin him down, pressing it against his neck. Martyn tried to form words with his mouth, but her arm pressed harder on his neck, making them sputter off into nothing. She sat on top of his chest, pushing her weight on Martyn’s chest and shoulders.

“Get off of me!” Martyn choked. His legs thrashed against the ground as he tried to push the witch off of him, but she only shifted her weight higher. She wrapped her hand around his throat and squeezed, her nails biting into his skin as the other hand grappled for one of her sickles.

The witch grinned, her expression darkening, “What? You get to threaten me, and I can’t do the same to you? On my island?” She grabbed the hilt of one of her sickles and whipped it forwards, stabbing the tip of it into the dirt, dangerously close to Martyn’s neck.

Martyn gulped as the weight behind her grip on his throat lessened enough so that it wasn’t choking him anymore. Where was his gun? He moved his hands along the ground to find it, but when his fingers brushed against his gun’s handle, the woman twisted to kick it away. It skidded off the dirt path, falling into the long grass.

Martyn glared up at her. “You don’t, because you’re withholding vital information about the sea princes.” He tried to take steady breaths, but with the weight she still held against his throat and the blade so close to his neck, it was useless. “And as a hunter for the king, I’d say you owe me some respect.”

The witch’s eyes widened. “A king’s hunter, you say?” her grin split wider across her face as she bent forward over him. “Tell me this, what’s your crew’s name called?”

Martyn couldn’t think straight anymore. “We’re the Canaries,” he spat. “And we’ll leave this island alive, and show the world to not be afraid of the sea princes anymore.”

For some reason, that answer caused the witch to lean back, her grin dropped. Had she heard of them? She looked away from Martyn and hummed, he could see the gears turn in the witch’s mind for several moments before her eyes widened and she looked straight back at him. She giggled for half a second, then erupted into full-on laughter.

Martyn wanted to laugh too, in order to ease the tension in his mind, but his eyes darted back and forth to the witch and the blade next to his neck and he kept quiet.

“Little birds who flew too close to the sun,” the witch rolled her head, smirking at Martyn. “I’d say I’d feel bad, but I don’t. I’m excited for the carnage, actually.”

She leaned in close. Martyn wished he could look at anything else other than the piercing witch’s blue-green eyes. “Now be a good little bird and sing somewhere else,” she hissed. “Unless you want to try the open waters… Die like the ‘heroes’ you want to be.”

Her voice sounded different. Martyn could’ve sworn it sounded like thunder with how the ground seemed to tremble as she spoke.

The witch leaned away, her face illuminated by the moonlight. “But, to be nice, I’ll tell you my name, little bird,” she put a hand on her chin and smiled, her teeth almost looked like fangs. “My name is Pearl Moone. Welcome to the island.”

Pearl Moone. An odd name for an odd lady.

Pearl chuckled to herself before lifting her sickle from the dirt and delicately grazed Martyn’s left cheek with it. He flinched and hissed as a stripe of pain cut along his cheek, under his eye. She quickly got off of him and stomped on his gun as she passed it, somehow breaking it immediately. Martyn cupped his bloodied cheek as he stared at Pearl with wide eyes.

“Consider that as a welcome gift,” she grinned mockingly at him, “I’ll see you soon.”

Pearl spun the lightly bloodied sickle and watched as drops of red liquid flew away. She rested the twin crescent blades on her shoulders before casually striding into the forest. The mist grew thicker until it was covering the entrance, obscuring the red cloaked witch until she disappeared into the darkness.

Martyn stared after Pearl. He didn’t realize how quickly blood began to pour out of the cut on his cheek until it began to leak out of his hand, dripping down his arm. But he couldn’t move. It was like staring at that sea prince again. There was something about her that made Martyn stop in his tracks even as his heart raced.

Pearl was just as scary as a sea prince was.

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ultimate ship confession lets go (well not really but here's what i think):

cleril: isn't in a great place right now, but it has potential to be good. i like them a little more platonically. people need to stop ignoring peril's character development omg.

glorybringer: i'm too tired to care at this point. this has been debated to death.

blacier: it's kind of cute (well, the fandom version is; canon is more toxic and that's less of my thing. good for you if you like that though). no strong opinions.

jamapple: POSSIBLY ONE OF MY FAVORITE SHIPS 💖💖💖💖 they got their spotlight in OND BOOK and that's all they needed to win me over. the flashback to them snuggling in the hammock????? MY HEARTTTTT 💕💕💕💕💞

mastermind x chameleon: i have seen this shipped maybe twice. and i can't get it out of my head. it's just so interesting to me.

winter x kinkajou: wait...... maybe? a part of me thinks they could be cute, but most of me says pass.

ripnami: somewhat has potential; is currently very boring and questionable. i'm not against tsunami having a love interest, but i'm loosing faith in riptide. riptide i KNOW you can become interesting please do literally anything before you bore me to death.

lunatail: they're adorable together!!! obsessed with them omg. people need to talk about them more (for my sake).

clearsight x sunstreak: no opinions; seems fine. i feel like most of the people who hate this ship hate it because they wanted clearsight and darkstalker to get together. which. 🤨

moonbli: it's just okay. a little cute, slightly bland. could get better as they develop their relationship.

quinter: i normally love these types of dynamics, but i'm not interested in quinter? no idea why. i guess like them more platonically.

sunnyflight: uhhh no. don't like this one. i think sunny kindly shutting starflight down and him being okay with that is very refreshing.

whiteout x thoughtful: i feel like people forget about them a lot..... and i can see why. i really think it's cute how they're both artists, but they just don't have much momentum.

glacier x boa: i find this one is more compelling than blacier. glacier crying when she heard boa's backstory... girl me too.

smolder x thorn: i started to appreciate this one so much more when i read smolder's section in the guidebook. that man was a sopping wet disaster. hope they're happy together. i really like them.

sunnyspeaker: seems very cute! no strong opinions. i'd feel a little bad for starflight lmao.

mangrove x orchid: 💖💖💖💖💖💖 I LOVE THEM AND I NEED TO KNOW HOW THEY'RE DOING.

anemone x tamarin: anemone SERIOUSLY needs a good influence, so i think tamarin would be good for her. i'm very curious and i want to see their relationship develop.

winterwatcher: ehhhhhh. i can see the vision, but the vision isn't for me.

scarlet x burn: no. love LOOSES 🔥🔥🔥 the only love for burn is BLOODSHED.

starspeaker: it's cute. that's it. idk. i used to not like them together, but now i think they're fine.

sunlow: 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 THEMMMM!!!! the flashback to their first meeting had me giggling and kicking my feet.

darksight: no. their relationship was very interesting and complex and well written, but from a shipping standpoint??? no way in HELL.

kinkajou x moon: it's cute! no strong opinions. stuck between whether i would like them more as friends or lovers.

clearsight x listener: fun to entertain, but i like them better as friends. if clearsight stayed on pyrrhia, listener would've turned her into a wine mom and they would gossip.

lynxfall: no strong opinions. they're both gay as hell and seem right for each other, but i'm just not really interested. again, no idea why.

anemone x pike: i DO like the bodyguard trope... but anemone x tamarin has more potential in my eyes.

blicket: kind of a guilty pleasure for me....... YES it was rushed but they're really cute this each other. luna imagining that wedding tapestry of them...... melting my heart.

umber x qibli: sounds cute. i like the idea of umber crushing on qibli and then finding someone else though.

turtlejou: meh. has a little potential, but is mostly boring to me. i appreciate how kinkajou was honest with turtle about her feelings at the end.

blister x morrowseer: idk. if they were married i think they would try to poison kill each other 24/7.

carnelian x moon: ehhhh, not for me. i don't like it that much. maybe because carnelian is kind of an eh character to me (SORRYYY i know a lot of you guys are carnelian girlies).

fathom x indigo: glad they got a happy ending. wish we got to see them interact a liiiiiiiiitle more, but i like them.

pertle: no. they're besties and you can't change my mind.

snowfall x sky: thought about this one for a while...... but..... ehhhhhhhhhhhhh...... no.

coral x blister: no.

jambringer: again, very fun to entertain; i can see the vision. but i can't abandon the jamapple ship 😤

arcticslayer: probably one of the most realistic relationships in the book. very conflicted about them. i think they were more attracted to the ideas of each other. maybe.

ok i KNOW there's more ships but i'm cutting it off here because this is getting long. also i haven't read the winglets so idk what's going on over there.

if you're hurt by my opinions and want to rage over them, you're a baby. ship whatever you want (so long as it's not really really weird); i do NOT care.

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Lost and Found

Earlier this year, Rec' Fest founder Scarlet (@givereadersahug) started out on this adventure of setting up a fest to celebrate all the works in a fandom she held so dear.

31 days' of prompts and over 1,000 fic recommendations later, we come bearing the heart-breaking news the Scarlet never lived long enough to see the end of her beloved fest.

After a hospitalisation in early December, Scarlet allowed Danni (@danpuff-ao3) and myself Coco (@coconutice22) to join her on this reccing adventure to help support her.

Even while she dealt with her health struggles throughout the month, she remained dedicated to the fest. Though she passed away on the 26th, Scarlet's brilliant organisation meant the daily posts for each day's prompt were already set up. A post to announce the fest was finishing was already set up and queued to post the exact day and time she thought best.

Before we even knew of her passing, she had herself continued her own legacy with these posts.

Scarlet was an incredible person. Her passion for fandom and her kindness to people in fandom (both new and old) led to a reputation of someone who was brilliant, who was giving, who put the work in to bring fans together and to celebrate the characters and ships she loved so much beyond anyone else. She was so incredibly humble about it all, too, never expecting anyone to praise her.

There truly is no send-off more fitting to her spirit than this fest. Danni and I hope to keep this going, to keep up the energy and to keep Scarlet's love around in the world.

Scarlet, we miss you more than words can say, and can only hope that you'd be proud.

Tomorrow, we'll post a round-up for the fest as Scarlet would have wanted. It was the final post she had prepared for this fest, and it means everything to us that even in that, she's with us showing us how she wanted this fest completed.

Thank you to everyone who has joined in on this inaugural HP Rec Fest, and who helped to celebrate and perpetuate Scarlet's vision of spreading positivity and love in the world.

#mod post #scarlet #givereadersahug #hprecfest2023

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— TEASER —

Material is subject to change in post editing.

“SIREN, BE BOUND TO ME”

Read it here!

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

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

— READER DISCRETION —

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

Enjoy the excerpt!

—- not my gif, credit to original poster! -—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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