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Mission Failed

Simon “Ghost” Riley x M!Reader x John “Soap” MacTavish

Last Edited: 17/03/2023

TW: slight angst, foul language, violence, blood, gore, gunshot wound, death mention

@denzellovehazelnuts: Hi! hope you have a good day! Can you do a poly "Ghost x male reader x Soap" (if you comfortable writing poly relationship) with slow burn, angst and fluff at the end? Where Ghost and Soap already in a relationship until the reader came into their team The two male thought the reader wasn't talkative around people but few weeks later, things change at first Ghost seems interesting in the male skill using gun and how fast he can run and Soap like the male sense of humour. Both of them thought it only a friendship type of things. Until the male save Ghost from the enemy on the battlefield and him laughing at Soap jokes. That when the two males known what happen to them, they weren't sure if M/n would comfortable in a relationship with them, so they start doing small things for him like making coffee or helping training,.. And M/n notice it, he even started to fall for the both of them. But he keep denying the things they did for him because he thought that what friend do. and M/n don't think he is ready for a new relationship, he wasn't sure he is good enough for them (the male got trauma from the previous relationships) (more angst please, I would like to suffer for a little bit) (・∀・) After a while, the three of them got into a mission together, everything went good until the male got shot. He thought he going to be de@d soon (only to find out that he only got shot at his leg) so M/n confessed how he feel about the two of them. (andddd I don't know what to do with the ending cause I'm ran out of idea. I would want to see how the treated each other when got into a relationship. Sorry about the grammar, English isn't my first language)

Word Count: 2,654

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Notes: hiiii! i dont do heavy angst but i did do some u know? slow burn it is!!! srry it took so long! irl things hold me back a lot. N since u wanted slow burn, n with all that uve put (about 350 words of things i can work on/with 2 get this drawn out as a full-on fic!! yay!) i had 2 like. try n put all u wanted in there so yea! hope u enjoy!! also! i threw in some other characters like gaz n roach. hope u dont mind em being in here since this is like, a mash of cod n codmw2 (canon? what cancon?) cause i rlly do wanna put some other characters in here that i find interesting n build some sort of character/personality 4 the reader. reader deserves some cool friends-2-brothers!

At first, you hadn’t wanted to join Task Force 141. You were comfortable with your position as the quiet, but light on your feet, knife specialist. Well, that wasn’t truly your title. You were just good with knives. You weren’t too shotty with a gun either. Either weapon being in your hands meant blood was going to be shed. KorTac needed those types, especially those who could use it to get in as well as out; you also couldn’t forget about using your skills to get information. Torturing the prisoners wasn’t something you particularly liked, but you were good at it too. Combining your skills with knives and guns, it truly was hell for anyone on the opposite side of your team. You also couldn’t forget that, out of the others, you were much faster. Sure, some could still beat you at times but that didn’t mean you weren’t good. Bets had been constantly taking place with you, along with others as it was one of the few things any of you could do to pass the time in a less-than-bloody manner.

The transfer from KorTac to Task Force 141 wasn’t smooth. Horangi, or Kim Hong-jin, didn’t let you go for weeks. You were part of his team, one of his men. The leader of KorTac is what most of you saw him as. He knew many of you like the back of his hand. Not to mention, a tiger can be cruel but would never devour its cubs for no reason, well, as some say. As far as you knew, because you were all together, you were a team and therefore family. While there were others who didn’t get along, out in the field, all of you had each other’s back. Very rarely did anyone get left to perish to the enemy.

With all that in mind, it took weeks for him to let you go. More or less, Laswell was the one to convince him; that is if you call bringing each plus every person in KorTac to ruins as “convincing”. She wanted you on a team she could keep tabs on you; doubting her power and skills was out of the question. Which meant leaving KorTac to ensure that everyone else was free from possible imprisonment or death was necessary.

Fitting in wasn’t too hard considering most of the people there were from all over the place. While it’s odd for a member from another team to suddenly appear on another, it didn’t bother most of the others. Just from a glance, you could tell who was into who; as well as who exactly was in a relationship. A man by the name of Ghost including another called Soap, you knew were together. Soap flirted with almost everyone, though it was more teasing and lighthearted. With Ghost though? The flirting went up by twenty percent. His dial for teasing went up tenfold too. Meanwhile, Ghost hardly looked at anyone else, nevertheless, stare at them unless they were the Scottish man. Frankly, you didn’t mind. Who were you to judge the two? Especially when they were good at what they did.

It takes weeks before you’re comfortable enough to so much as talk to anyone 141. Gaz, or Kyle as Soap tended to call him when annoyed, is the first to so much as approach you. While the others are interested, you coming from KorTac had put them off for a bit. Gaz on the other hand treats you like a brother. He’ll throw his arm around your shoulder, dragging you around as he laughs about the past or even at your jokes. At meals, he always throws a raised eyebrow at those who look at you oddly when you’re quiet or sitting with the man. He treats you like you’re part of the team, furthermore, that truly means more than anything to you.

The man is just as bloodthirsty as you are. His stories of falling out of planes along with taking out enemies only lead to you looking up to your new teammate and brother. His tales of meeting Captain Price, past missions, a few tidbits of him being with the SAS, together with some metals he’s earned, only makes you want to pry more stories from the man; not like you don’t have to try. Simply asking about his stories leads to at least an hour-long spill of them from the guy.

And with his stories comes a few of your own. You don’t share much of them, knowing Gaz spreads them to the rest of the team with more dramatics to try to get you to interact with the others. Something you do learn about him that you always keep in mind from his stories is that his blood type is B Negative and shooting any dog, wild or not, makes him feel a bit guilty; he had to shoot one a while ago and apologised to the poor mutt after having to put it down to finish his mission.

With all that he’s shared and how the both of you see each other as brothers, it’s only fair that you let yourself talk to the others in the team. Though your words are short, along with your jokes being told quickly to distract yourself from the stressful situations, you allow yourself to slowly relax with the others. Gaz’s constant support helps you finally allow yourself to bond with your new team and family. It’s only after a mission that things change.

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“Take the left! Keep your heads down and keep movin’!” Captain Price’s voice rings out in your earpiece. Everything has gone to shit. The intel you’ve been getting was entirely a trap. You’re running through an underground tunnel, Ghost and another man named Roach is running in front of you.

Roach is a quiet man, never talking or letting out a sound, but semi-friendly. From his actions and what you’ve been told of him, he does his best to complete the missions to the tea. The few interactions you’ve had with him were silent but nice. Whether or not he’s mute has crossed your mind time and mind again but you don’t ask; you’d rather leave the man be. After all, he has become something like a friend maybe even another brother.

“Copy. We’re nearly out. Roach and [Redacted] are with me,” Ghost responds, quickening his pace. The rifle smacks against your back as you speed up to keep up with the other two men. Despite the situation, the three of you remain as calm as you can be.

“You’re bein’ tracked like a rabbit is by a hound, Ghost! Move it!” The captain’s orders are clear and the worry is read between the lines. If you three don’t get out, it’s a huge blow to 141. Not only that, but Soap loses his boyfriend, Gaz loses two of his best friends as well as brothers, you three lose your lives, and Task Force 141 loses three of its members. Dying isn’t an option here.

“We have company,” Your words are muffled by your gear but the two soldiers in front of you hear them in their own pieces.

“Fuckin’ hell-” Ghost’s sentence gets cut off by gunfire from behind. Turning around, you fire the Lachmann Sub in your possession.

“We gotta go! They’re gaining!” You clip one of the enemies in the shoulder and another is hit in the stomach. Picking up the speed, the three of you try to beat them out of the tunnel. You cover the back, hoping the two get out before you. If you get surrounded, it’s over.

Thankfully, they haven’t reached the other end of the tunnel as the three of your burst out of the exit. You grab a grenade, pull the pin and throw it in the tunnel. As soon as it leaves your hands, you’re running faster to get to Roach and Ghost before anything else can; one arm wraps around each of your teammates’ necks, dragging them down to the ground as the little metal bomb goes off. Debris flies everywhere, looking for an area to land after being shot out of its place.

With the tunnel exist now collapsed along with no more flying rock and metal, you release the men. “How copy?” Crackles through each of your earpieces. You knock your forearm into Roach’s upper arm, eyes crinkling from your smile. He gives you a grateful nod, standing. You smack Ghost’s arm as he stands, glad to have escaped the enemies for now.

“Tunnel’s collapsed. We’re good. Ready for extraction, Sir,” Blunt and straight to the point are the skull-masked man’s words.

“Good. Heli’s close by. Move to the edge of the town.” With the three of you alive, you can practically feel Captain Price’s relief.

“Copy that, Captain,” Your muffled response comes before Ghost can send in his own. He scans you from the corner of his eye but doesn’t give you a retort. You do, however, hear a small huff of air leave him. You throw your arm around Roach’s neck again, puffs of air leaving you from happiness, meanwhile, his arm comes around your back. Seems the three of you live another day.

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After that mission, Ghost tends to lurk around you more than he originally had. It didn’t help that Soap tends to tag along as well. Thankfully, he finds your jokes hilarious if the loud, boisterous laughter he lets out all the time tells you anything. His teasing ends up piling onto you as well. Before, it was light as well as spread out. Now, it’s almost like he’s talking to Ghost with all the teasing and flirting he now does with you. His boyfriend hardly seems concerned but rather encourages his behaviour. Of course, that doesn’t mean he goes easy on you when the two of your spar together. He’s dead serious when it comes to sparring; it’s only a reminder that while he does good off, he’s just as dangerous as the rest of them.

The two men seem to be fixated on wanting to help you out in training as well. More pointers plus tips are thrown your way when you practice with either of them. Sometimes, they’ll even make you coffee for those sleepless nights. Mentioning such things to Gaz and Roach only leads to your sworn brothers giving you knowing looks or a few teasing words; Gaz is the one with the teasing remarks while Roach pats your shoulder in a mocking but teasing “you poor man” way. Neither seems keen on wanting to spill the tea on why the Scottish and British men have been more affectionate.

While you enjoy their kind gestures, including their company, you’re not sure if you’re ready to admit to yourself, or them, about such feelings or relationships. On the surface, you truly do want to ask them if this is some sort of flirting schtick they have going on. Deep down though, the idea of being with anyone again makes your stomach fill with the lead. How could you enter another relationship? After the last one ended with your soon-to-be fiance’s brains splattered all over a brick wall. How can you move past that? How can you allow yourself to find someone like them? Or even better than them? The answer to that is a sigh alongside a bitter smile. The ring hiding under your tactical gloves seems to burn your skin. Truly, how can you let your first love go? After all, if you weren’t good enough to keep them alive, how can you keep these two from meeting the same gorey end?

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“To think I’d find myself here… How fuckin’ funny,” You mumble. Another mission, this one just like all the others. Well, it would have been if you hadn’t been shot. The blood leaking from your leg alongside a knife wound to your side leave you in pain. Feeling weak isn’t something uncommon but neither is it constantly happening. Words are being spoken to you through your headset. You were to be the lookout but ended up being the enemy's first target.

“How copy?” Rings in your ears. Your eyes stare blankly in front of you. You feel pathetic. Too tired to talk. Too tired to get up. You just sit, popped up against a tree in the heavily wooded area. You’ve failed, failed, failed.

“C’mon, Mate, how do ya copy?” Soap’s voice is worried and winded. He and Ghost are the people you’ve been teamed up with and you’ve failed.

“[Redacted], how copy?” The next tone is Ghost’s. It sounds slightly strained.

“Mission Failed,” You croak, head tilted back and against the tree.

“Status report, Mate. Where are ya?” He’s rushing, possibly panicked now.

“Got two wounds. Gunshot to the thigh. Knife to the side. Bleeding pretty bad, Soap.” You close your eyes, sighing.

“State your location.” The Brit seems to be just as worried as his Scottish counterpart.

“Dunno. Woods. Against a tree… There’s a lot of blood. Feelin’ woozy.” When you open your eyes, your sight is blurred. You’re losing too much blood.

“Keep talkin’ to us then, yeah? You’ll make it out. We’ll get out together,” The Scot’s words, though hopeful, only make you scoff quietly.

“You know… If I get outta here… Think we can go out sometime? Bourbon and whiskey? The three of us?”

“When we get out, [Redacted]. There’s no if here,” The masked man makes it sound final like there’s no way you’ll die on them.

“Yeah… Yeah..” You don’t say anymore, everything slowly hazing away. It’s like your floating in winter with how cold you feel.

“[Redacted]? Don’t sleep! C’mon! Keep ya eyes open!” Soap’s words fade away along with everything else. All that waits is cold darkness.

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“So… Think you can handle our drinking date after this?” Soap perches on the side table, messing with a lighter he took from Ghost.

“After he’s healed, Johnny. No alcohol before,” A semi-scolding is all the man gets from the brooding Ghost. You laugh slightly, jostling your wounds. You wince but wave off the concerned looks you get.

“After I’m no longer full of holes, Johnny-boy.” You take a sip of water afterwards, making Soap frown playfully.

“And to think I was gonna bring out the good shit fer ya. A shame. A damn shame.” You gently shake your head. It was a close call but Ghost got to you before you completely bled out. From what you’ve been told by Gaz, who yelled at you for an hour after you woke up from your four-day sleep, Ghost and Soap dragged you back to the helicopter. Both refused to leave your side. Captain Price ended up having to yell at the men and bribe them with a bit of alcohol to get them to even go to their own rooms. You made sure to apologize to Gaz, hugging him tightly after his blow-up. He thought he was going to lose a friend and family member so you couldn’t blame him.

Roach gave you the cold should for a while before appearing in your room with a cup of coffee. He made sure to smack the back of your head for your stupidity as well, though it was hardly rough. You grabbed the man before he could so much as bolt though when he saw you getting up to hug him. He hadn’t pushed you away though. And the captain? It felt like you were a kid again with how he pinned you with his stare. He made sure to tell you exactly how he felt, going from angry, to disappointed, to angry again. Another guy you couldn’t blame anything on. But you get to live another day at least. And you get to have that date with the two guys who were able to grab ahold of your heart after a long-time of heartache and loss.

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therealtsk · 4 months

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What Your Favorite Worm Ship Says About You

some people have found my crusty, old ass tumblr post on this very topic, so im making a new one with my updated opinions! Cause those are, in fact, allowed to change. Enjoy! Taylor x Lisa: you're into relationships that could be dysfunctional or healthy with one push in either direction. also something something sun lesbian moon lesbian. Taylor x Rachel: You love dogs, and you want a girlfriend who can kick your ass. You're also into bomber jackets. I respect you. Taylor x Alec: Sadly, you do exist, and you did make it weird. Go away! Taylor x Amy: You read altpowers on the daily and complain about canon worm being too grimdark. Solid odds on you having never read worm. To be clear, it's worse if you have. also something something FBI OPEN UP Taylor x Victoria: You like the vibes of Lisa and Taylor's dynamic, but you want them to be a little more heroic and a little less dysfunctional. But only a little. Taylor x Clockblocker: You're straight and liked that one joke that cropped up. I also haven't seen any of you in a hot minute, thank god. No offense but this ship is mad boring.

Taylor x Sophia: You've come to realize that Sophia is a great character who gets done extremely dirty by the rest of the fandom. Also, rivals to lovers. Taylor x Emma: This can go one of two ways. Either you adore childhood friends to lovers, or you love enemies to lovers. Either way, you're obsessed with hurt and/or comfort fics. Taylor x Theo: You actually read Worm and recognize that Theo is criminally underrated in the fandom. Now just stop shipping him with Taylor and you'll complete the next step on your journey to enlightenment.

Taylor x Simurgh: I can't say for sure you're a anime fan, but you're definitely at least a little bit of a monsterfucker. also something something inherent eroticism of being world-destroying power couple. Taylor x Greg. You read Worm SI's unironically and get really defensive when people say that Greg is an incel. Completely unrelated, you haven't spoken to a woman other then your mother in five years. Taylor x Cherie: I've been informed this is a ship. I've yet to be informed as of a reason why I should like it. Cherie likers stay mad!

Lisa x Rachel: I don't remember the last time I saw this ship that wasn't also tagged as a polycule with Taylor, so I'm going to go out on a limb and say you're an OT3 enjoyer.

Lisa x Victoria: You’re into the “enemies to lovers” trope, but more of the "Spiderman x Black Cat" type then the "you murdered my entire home town but i can't help but find you sexy" type. Also you have a thing for blondes

Lisa x Faultline: Your ideal relationship dynamic is bickering married couple. You're also into heist movies.

Lisa x Simurgh: You have a thing for smart girls... who hate you. Also, you really liked Part of the Whole. Contessa x Alexandria: You're fucking based. Also something something inherent eroticism of girlbosses winning Contessa x Numberman: you're friends with Peri and enjoy memes about pants and math Numberman x Jack Slash: You think serial killers are hot and are starved for m/m ships. Danny x Eidolon: You're losersexual and are starved for m/m ships. Also you frequent r/wormemes Danny x Miss Militia: Honestly, i think you all died out. I couldn't be happier, this ship is fucking dumb. Amy x Literally Anyone Besides Taylor: listen, there's like a hundred different jokes i could make here, but all of them boil down to amy defenders always defending the rapist for some reason so let's just agree amy defenders are fucking cringe and move on Dragon x Defiant: You understand that this is unironically the only healthy relationship in worm with some of the best character growth and romance in the entire story, and a majority of all of it happens off screen. You're extremely bitter that so many fanfics do both of them so dirty they get beaten into different characters. Alec x Aisha: You like the idea of this ship, cause two pranksters making everyone miserable is the kinda vibe you enjoy, but constantly run into the issue that Alec is...well. Alec. That or you're into Alec's brand of shit, in which case, FBI OPEN UP Aisha x Missy: You read It's Cold Out There Every Day. I did too. Fuck, this fic is so good. I'm going to go cry about the ending again. Lily x Sabah: Yes, you know the age gap is a little problematic, you just want to be happy with your relatively healthy canon lesbians goddamn it Purity x Literally Anyone: You don't understand why people keep calling you racist. You're not! You're just weirdly defensive of the hot milf who murders people of color and seem to constantly bring up that Kaiser didn't actually believe the nazi propaganda he was peddling. You are racist btw Taylor x Brian: You...are Wildbow

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lunar-years · 11 months

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hi! love your blog. I was wondering if you have any fic recs? I’m especially looking for royjamiekeely but I’m flexible :) thank you!!

Hi! I have read a lot of the R/J/K tag, and gosh, there is seriously so much incredible stuff in there. It sort of depends on what kind of vibe you're going for, but here are a few* to get you started.

Note: many of these are rated M or E, so please check the actual warnings and ratings and summaries before reading :)

Start with author inlovewithnight and literally just read everything they've ever written, it is all completely brilliant and there is something for all tastes. My personal favorites are the blood in my mouth, I wish it was mine and they threw me a whirlwind and I spat back the sea, but do be aware those are definitely darker/heavier fics and heed the tags!!! (the first has quite bit of noncon [not between RJK] and the second involves physical abuse initiated by James Sr.). For a lighter option I recommend Follow the Hearts and You Can't Go Wrong which is a lovely future R/J/K fic about the end of Jamie's career

from there move along to @valonia47 (Ao3) and @belmottetower (Ao3) and Mixtape Star (Ao3) and also read everything they've written :) I wanted to single out favorites for you but how could I when it's all so very good?

our bodies touch and the angels cry by lennynards: R/J/K that starts out with Roy & Jamie having to stay within 10 feet of each other at all times after both accidentally drinking a weird tea Jane brewed up for Beard. Yes it sounds like a completely ridiculous premise but it is one of my favorite RJK fics ever, 12/10

In Colour series by lyricl: this one feels so very true to canon and it just gets them all so right, I don't know how else to describe it. It's not a complete series though and nobody has actually gotten together as of yet, fyi. They're all far too busy having a lot of complex (& horny) feelings about each other from afar.

This might be a long shot that's not quite what you're looking for but, For Now series by Wild Wren. It's actually mostly a Roy/Keeley series, and I started reading it on a whim because I literally ran out of new things to read in the R/J/K and Jamie tags at one point, lol. Then it ended up being some of my favorite fanfic of all time. It's Roy/Keeley but like, in a not normative and also very kinky way that does a great deep dive into their respective ~issues~. Also Wild Wren had them break up even before the show had them break up, and in a much better and far more detailed way, just saying!! Part 4 is pre-ot3 in the messiest possible way. What a brilliant series, I cannot recommend it enough.

Outgrow the shoes of expectations by @destinationtoast : Brilliant on the ot3 side of it and even better on the character study of each individual within the ot3. Sooo so good. I think about it all the time.

another box with a question mark by irishmizzy: going to be completely honest when I say I don't fully remember this one, but I do know it was very funny and excellent and it is also rated T which makes it different from a lot of the others on my list, so i wanted to include!! It is in my bookmarks and I'm going to be rereading it asap now :)

something that's so close by @ohlafraise : s3 outtake that is very funny and perfect and lovely and also happens to be rated T :) also check out one night upon the shore by the same author. It's Jamie/Keeley, but don't worry Roy's there in spirit. You'll see. That one is very much not T though, lol

by any other name by renecdote: Jamie accidentally wears a Kent jersey instead of his own jersey on the pitch and the internet thinks they're dating (spoiler: they are dating). Who cares if it's not realistic because it's so hilarious and wonderful, amen.

Oh Lord, You've Never Been so in Love by asexual-fandom-queen. I literally just read this one, it's hot off the presses and it is so sexy and tender and also just gets these three so very right. the perfect anecdote to the end of s3.

Anddd of course I have to self promo a little and recommend you Waterfalls (between seasons 1&2 canon divergence), The Full Picture (s3: Jamie attempting to parent-trap RoyKeeley while avoiding his feelings for both of them) and my new one Confetti (ot3 fluff where they celebrate Phoebe's favorite holidays)

*I said I'd give a few and then proceeded to be really long about it, but like, what else is new? For that reason I've tried to stick to strictly R/J/K fics, but if you'd like Roy/Jamie or gen fic/Jamie fic recs also let me know because I could totally make a whole separate post about those, lol.

#fic recs #asks #royjamiekeeley #roy x jamie x keeley #ted lasso #ted lasso fanfiction

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midnightfire830 · 6 months

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Blog Boundaries

So. It’s come to my attention that I need to set down some ground rules and boundaries. I’ve noticed some, uh, behavior for lack of a better term that just doesn’t sit right with me. So I’m going to lay out my boundaries for my blog and as an artists. I’ll put what I’m ok with and what I’m not ok with so this can kinda be a reference guide for my blog.

This may be a bit harsh and I’m sorry. Those who have gone across those boundaries BEFORE I made this post are ok as long as you start to follow the ground rules from here on.

I am ok with:

- People drawing my AUs and characters as long as you either @ me or mention that it belongs to me. (Hell, I’ll even reblog and help support ur drawings)

- Asks about my AUs and characters in general are ok. From questions about how an AU works/aspects, questions directed to my characters, or even if you wanna give something to the characters (I’ve seen that done in some blogs and as of now I don’t mind that, just pls don’t go overboard, thanks)

- I don’t think I mind inputting your OCs if your doing drawings of my AUs or characters. Just don’t expect me to make it canon or draw it into canon. (This one is iffy I might take this off if it goes overboard)

- Clarification in the comments section. If there was an ask that didn’t fully explain something or you wanted to clear something up then by all means go to the comments I don’t mind. Or put in another ask. That’s another way to do it.

- I also don’t think I mind people putting in requested ideas in asks for now. Tho there’s a chance I won’t do it if I’m not too motivated by the request. (Again this rule may change depending on how it goes from here on)

Things I am NOT ok with:

- Asking me or pressuring me to draw your AUs, characters, or OCs. This has come up a few times but I want to officially put it on record that if you ask me to, I will say no. Even for asks. Any kinds of other OCs or AUs I draw would only be for my close friends.

- Spamming me with the same asks. If you sent in an ask and I didn’t response don’t send in the same ask again. (That includes reiterating the same ask) I can see all interactions with my blog and posts. I see your asks, replies, comments, reblogs, and likes. If I do not respond to your ask it is for a good reason. Sometimes I’m trying to answer other asks, I’m drawing up a response (that takes time), I’m holding on to it for a later date, I’m lacking motivation on answering or I just don’t want to. Pressuring me to answer your ask Doesn’t. Help. Just because you put in an ask doesn’t always mean you’rs entitled to an answer.

- Being aggressive or pushy with asks. I’m ok with playful aggression targeted towards characters (say for example someone expressing they hate Dice from Royalty) that’s ok. But there’s a line. And some have started to toe that line. Please tone it down a bit.

- Please don’t include me in any kinds of drama. Both internet and off. This includes political topics, wars, events, gossip, etc. I seriously don’t want anything to do with it. The purpose of this blog is to share my AUs and ideas and support other artists. Not for internet drama. If you’re gonna tag me it should be about art, AUs, and fandom related. I’m not gonna waste my energy, time, or stress on other stuff like that.

- And ig in terms of topics I want to avoid things like: NSFW, incest, p*dophilia, r*pe, permanent disfiguration (like chopping off limbs stuff outside of I guess whatever I have built into the lore of my AUs), outright physical torture or major character death. (The usual things)

Warning: if you cross one of these boundaries I will give you a few warnings. If you continue to cross boundaries I will block you.

I’m sorry to be harsh about this but I really have to put my foot down on this. I can’t tolerate people who won’t respect my boundaries.

This post might be subject to change and updated as time goes and as I interact more with viewers/readers. If you are wondering if something you’re doing might be crossing a boundary, you can use this post as a reference. I’ll pin it to my blog so anyone can find it.

If you are still not sure or want clarification, or you have a specific circumstance in mind, you can jump down to the comments section of this post, send me an ask, or even go to my DMs (if you want to ask privately). I will more than likely see your question and I’ll try my best to answer as soon as possible. It might take a bit depending on if I’m busy IRL. So please be patient.

Anyway, thank you guys for taking the time to read this and respecting my boundaries. Your support with my blog and art so far is greatly appreciated im excited to continue to interact with y’all going forward! (stars I sound like I’m writing a business email XP)

Also, I apologize if it might come off as harsh or passive aggressive, I’m a little bit steamed at the moment and I’m trying to make this as neutral as possible! 😅

Thanks again,

Midnight/Sanity

Last updated: 11/01/23

Also bc this post was helpful, this link will take you to the AU guide I had pinned previously

#my boundaries #blog #blog boundaries #boundaries #just some ground rules #don’t worry #no one is in trouble #and I’m not starting a witch hunt #just wanna put it on the record #you guys have been amazing so far #thanks to those who have been vouching for me #i appreciate you #❤️

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you're no good for me but baby, i want you, i want

Summary: Do you think we'll be in love forever?

Characters: Itoshi Rin, Nanase Nijiro, Isagi Yoichi, Hiori Yo & Tokimitsu Aoshi

(A/N: Please be mindful of the tags and warnings beforehand. Unnecessary comments will not be tolerated as enough warnings were provided beforehand. Some scenes are excerpts from the latest chapters of the manga hence spoilers tag is in there. Proceed at your own risk. Inspired by the song, “Diet Mountain Dew” by Lana Del Rey. I own nothing from this franchise. Respective ownership belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura for this wonderful manga and Lana Del Rey for this beautiful song.)

You're no good for me Baby, you're no good for me You're no good for me But baby, I want you, I want

Tears of pleasure pooled around Nanase’s eyes as the wide girth of Rin’s cock continued ramming inside his quivering walls in avid ferocity and lust.

“Ngh... Ah...! S-slow d-down R-rin...!” Nanase moaned out lecherously as he struggled to keep up with the ferocious pace and movements of the younger Itoshi who seemed to have a long-standing stamina when it comes to sex.

Rin was more vicious and rougher than usual, fucking him harder than what it used to be for them.

He can see the way his eyes darkened, his teal irises swirled with unbidden lust and something else entirely...

...

Was it frustration?

He couldn’t be so sure.

But it wasn’t part of Nanase to be asking him things like that.

They’ve already crossed the boundaries between their mentor and mentee relationship, but he didn’t know what they were now currently.

Boyfriends?

No. That's not quite right.

Friends?

Not the correct term either.

Friends didn’t even do this kind of thing.

They weren’t even friends to begin with.

He was just a straitlaced country boy who lucked himself out to be Rin’s student and now his own property to put him to his own use.

“What? Is your stamina that shit that you couldn’t take me that properly? Remember what I told you before about those people who couldn’t keep up with me hmm?” Rin’s cold yet husky voice jolted him out from his spiraling thoughts and brought him back to the present where Rin was leaning down to lick away the sensual tears that streamed down his face.

His mouth almost reached his lips before it slanted away on the crook of his neck where he bit and licked on the sensitive expanse of his skin.

Right.

He shouldn’t expect a kiss.

There shouldn’t be in the first place.

It’s the only sacred thing that’s tethering them on the obscured lines of reason and lust. A reminder that a kiss should be only shared between two lovers who were passionately smitten with one another.

And they were not like that at all.

“Sorry Rin... I’ll try harder from now on... Please don’t leave me like this...” Nanase whimpered needily, grinding harder beneath him in response to his rough movements. He wasn’t even sure if it meant about the sex or something else entirely.

“Good boy.” He chuckled darkly as he railed him recklessly on the mattress, letting the flames of lust and desire consume them both into oblivion.

Diet mountain dew, baby, New York City Never was there ever a girl so pretty Do you think we'll be in love forever? Do you think we'll be in love?

Nanase couldn’t even say no to him in the first place.

His mind was a mess, and his heart was weak when it came to Rin.

He’d let him use him. Toy with his body. And claimed every inch of his skin possessively.

He knew that there was something wrong, but Nanase was just a foolish bumpkin in front of him.

Rin had taken his firsts in almost everything.

But not his first kiss.

He ignored how his heart twitched excruciatingly at the fact.

Diet mountain dew, baby, New York City Can we hit it now low down and gritty? Do you think we'll be in love forever? Do you think we'll be in love?

In the cold expanse of the bathroom with nothing but only them inside in the ungodly hours of the night that Nanase could pretend.

He could conjure up the vivid images of him and Rin ensconced inside the fragile bubble of their own reality away from the oppressive tension and pressure of the program.

He could pretend that Rin was also his as much as Rin owned his body and soul.

He could pretend that he possessed Rin’s heart just as much as the latter had taken his heart into his own palms.

Because he could pretend that the tears streaming down his face was tears of pleasure of being fucked wildly against the stalls instead of tears of being brought down into a harsh realization that it was an illusion to begin with.

And there wouldn’t be any forever between the two of them to begin with.

Baby, put on heart shaped sunglasses 'Cause we gonna take a ride I'm not gonna listen to what the past says I've been waiting up all night

Rin’s tongue dragged lazily along Nanase’s chest as his hands were planted firmly on his hips to secure him on his lap and let him bounce on his cock like a spinning top.

“I can hear you thinking all the way over here bumpkin.” Rin said throatily as his mouth encircled on one of his sensitive nubs and sucked on it greedily.

“Hhhh... Ah... R-rin... Does it feel g-good f-for you t-too...? A-am I making you feel good...?” Nanase asked in between moans as his cock reached deeper inside of him while he rode him like a professional horse rider.

Rin paused and glared at him heatedly. “You’re a fucking idiot. What do you think huh?” He set the pace punishingly hard which made Nanase quiver and tremble like a leaf on his lap.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! I-I'm s-sorry R-rin! So—.”

His words died on his throat when Rin took him by the nape and brought him down towards his face to capture his lips in a deep yet wild kiss which made his thoughts came into a screeching halt and heart jumped out of his throat.

The soft yet hot sensation of his lips against his own sent his entire being into a frenzied mess and he could do nothing but melt against him, letting Rin take all of him that he was willing to give him.

“Never ask stupid questions like that again got it bumpkin?” He mumbled hotly against his lips.

“Y-yes Rin... I won’t.” He murmured back against his lips as his hands tangled around his damp locks and tugged on his scalp, letting their bodies and union become one that night.

Take another drag turn me to ashes Ready for another lie? Says he's gonna teach me just what fast is Say it's gonna be alright

A deep breath was exhaled from Nanase’s lips as he readied himself for the match today.

Today was the day that he’s gonna put all his efforts and what he learnt from Rin’s training.

A match against BM was not an easy feat to win but if he wanted to make it to the top 23, he needed to make himself useful out there in the field and help Rin in scoring.

As he tried to prepare himself physically and mentally for their match, his gaze caught on to something that made his brows speak in volumes and mouth thinned into a firm line.

“Hey Rin.” Isagi called out to him and stopped right in front of him.

“Let’s put the title of the “No. 1” on the line and see who’s the strongest once and for all.”

Rin looked down at him. “...No. 1? I don’t give a fuck about that. What I desire the most, Isagi... Is the moment I destroy you.” He replied coldly as he glowered at him.

Nanase looked away from their proximity towards each other.

He couldn’t be distracted now.

He couldn’t.

Even if there were pinpricks of agony raining down on his heart.

Diet mountain dew, baby, New York City Never was there ever a girl so pretty Do you think we'll be in love forever? Do you think we'll be in love?

“Rin! I’m here. Use me.” Nanase declared as he tried to catch up to him on the field.

Their gazes locked.

He couldn’t let him down.

He needed to be used.

‘Rin helped discover my hidden talent! If this leads to Rin scoring goals, then I’ll gladly sacrifice myself over and over again!’ Nanase thought in determination as he kept the ball under his heel firmly before he sent it flying towards Rin’s direction perfectly.

For a moment, Nanase was mesmerized at how he easily sidestepped away from Kaiser while keeping the ball under his control, but his eyes grew wide as saucers when he saw that Rin easily took Isagi on the back of his shirt and lifted him like a wet cat when Isagi’s hand was holding into his shirt as well.

“I told you before. You will have a front row seat to witness my ascension to becoming the world’s no. 1 player. Here’s your VIP seat.” Rin snarled at him as he kicked the ball ferociously going into the net before it was surprisingly blocked by Hiori himself.

“Sheesh. Quit the makeout sess ya lovebirds! You prima donnas are all hopelessly predictable. Trying to show up Isagi-kun by purposely drawing him in before taking a shot. If ya wanna score ya might wanna come up with a better script that even I can’t predict. Dumbass!” Hiori smiled mockingly at them.

“Tch.” Rin’s eyes darkened before he let go of Isagi and walked away.

Nanase stood there rooted on the spot, the image of Rin’s expression and manhandling of Isagi replayed inside of him and gnawed at his insides.

‘Focus on the match dumbass.’ His mind chastised him harshly.

Diet mountain dew, baby, New York City Can we hit it now low down and gritty Do you think we'll be in love forever? Do you think we'll be in love?

“We were on the same team but... If I’m being honest, I'm not thrilled every time Shidou-kun socres.” Tokimitsu said nervously.

“Yeah.” Nanase sported a grim expression on his face.

“To raise our value and survive beyond the Neo Egoist League we need to do everything we can to help Rin-kun score goals. If we don’t make Rin-kun the hero of the match, we’re screwed!” Tokimitsu added dejectedly.

“Yes. If Rin fails, we fail.” Nanase replied seriously, refusing to listen to any other thoughts inside his head.

Nevertheless, the viscous, green of envy slowly festered inside of him as he watched Rin’s gaze firmly planted on Isagi’s spot.

He waited for a good feeling to come but it never came.

Let's take Jesus off the dashboard Got enough on his mindㅤ We both know just what we're here for Saved too many times

Maybe I like this roller coaster Maybe it keeps me high Maybe the speed it brings me closer I could sparkle up your eye

(A/N: This fic was born out of curiosity and misery blended together. I just want to see some Nanarin angst and porn today so might as well serve it piping hot to the fandom. Reviews are amusing so let me hear them from you.)

#blue lock #fanfiction #oneshot #spoilers #angst #smut #nanarin #pining #top itoshi rin #bottom nanase nijiro #itoshi rin #nanase nijiro #isagi yoichi #hiori yo #tokimitsu aoshi

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andromeda-pleiades · 4 months

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Feel free to just read this and delete it, I don't need a response.

Re: your recent post about noncon/underage content in fandom spaces, specifically in CoD:MW.

It's not an individual's place to police what Fanfiction or Fanart people create. The characters are fictional. The death, torture, and destruction in CoD fics are also fictional. In no country is murder "okay" either, but people die in Fiction all the time. There's a specific tag on Ao3 that authors can and should put on their works if the work features Under-Age or noncon content. You can filter out that tag and not read it.

I don't read them, certainly, bc that's not the kind of story I'm interested in reading, but it doesn't mean it's my right to tell authors to stop writing it. I don't read fics involving daddy kink bc it squicks me out like hell, but it is not my place to tell authors to stop writing fics with it. Fictional characters can't break irl laws, even in "reader insert" fanfictions. Authors are not and cannot be held accountable for the things they write, because they write fictional stories.

I recommend you block the users and tags you don't want to see, and you help encourage the creators you do want to see without insulting others. Your experience will improve. I want it to improve. I don't want you to be unhappy with your experience in any fandom. Fandom spaces are places to find your people, find your little joys, and to coexist peaceably, and it's wonderful when it all works.

With all due respect, you're well spoken, but that's where my respect ends

Let's do this in points

I am not policing what people write. I simply stated how i feel about certain content on the internet.

If you think writing character death or death in general is the same or equal to writing pornographic content about children, you're too far gone.

Once again, you try to dumb down pedophilia into something less than what it is. The things about daddy kinks are two consenting adults who are not getting off on the manipulation and r*pe of children.

Like I said in my previous post, I don't care about your laws or that 'fictional characters' can't break them. I believe that pedophiles are the absolute scum of the earth, and I have no positive feeling when I think of those horrid and disgusting people.

Also, I want to make this very clear. I don't care if you write weird, illegal things like vore or kidnapping on the internet, I only care about the children, and I wish nothing but the worst on anyone who wishes harm on them mentally, physically, and sexually.

I know it may seem hypocritical for me to be okay with certain things on the internet and not okay with other things but I am my own person and I'm allowed to have my own moral compass. And I find no reason why anyone should be okay with this type of content being allowed on the internet.

I know that blocking them and moving on about my day would be the socially acceptable thing to do. But I don't have to be content with the media people consume on the internet. I also have a platform, and I feel strongly about this, so I'm gonna speak out on it.

I know I might sound a bit extremist on this matter, but that's exactly how I feel, I care so deeply about children and their future, and well-being. That I will commit war crimes to make sure they're safe

Also next time you write something think what's the point, if the point is defending pedophiles then you're probably on the wrong side.

#call of duty #call of duty mw2 #cod #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #ghost #john soap mactavish #john price

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nisuna · 2 months

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Niniiii can you add a blog with info on what animes you write about and what you don’t feel comfy writing about? :3 just some info before we request stuff <3

Oh, true!! Thanks for reminding me<3 I've been wanting to do that for a while now anyway, idk why I kept putting it off for so long

First and foremost, please be respectful and polite when requesting something, also be mindful that I might not pick yours. As I'm currently doing this for fun in my free time between work and uni and not for money, you should know that I mostly pick ideas that I find interesting or that I think will make a good story. No hard feelings, most of my requests have been very kind. There have been a few rude or demanding ones, but I paid those no mind.

So basically, when requesting:

m!character/multiple!m!characters x f!reader ONLY I'm most comfortable with writing from a female perspective/stuff I have experienced/could experience

[I do not feel comfortable with m!character x m!reader; f!character x f/m!reader; I'd rather not write for gn!reader and I'm not comfortable with character x character either (except if its during a threesome/more-some with f!reader); gender bending characters isn't something I'd like to do either]

Shows//Games//Characters:

my main schtick is JJK(up to date with manga and anime): Yuji(my favourite character of all time, I always appreciate requests with him); Megumi; Gojo; Nanami; Toji; Yuta; (sometimes Sukuna); (preferably hidden inventory arc personality)Geto; Satosugu tag team; fushiguro stepcest tag team

CSM(up to date with anime and most of the manga: only Aki

Genshin Impact(playing for 2½ years now)/Honkai Star Rail(playing since launch): most tall-male-modelled characters

ex: Thoma; Ayato; Al Haitham; etc

ex: Jing Yuan; Blade; Gepard; etc

You can request multiple characters for one scenario, and I'll do short drabbles for each<3

DOs: Honestly most kinks should be OK (including anal, spit, menstrual blood, mommy-daddy, impact play, threesomes, stepcest, choking/breathplay, etc etc; if you are unsure about a certain kink you can still ask and if I'm not comfortable I will either answer you or add it to my DON'Ts list), I'm open to mental health topics and always put trigger warnings; aging up characters is OK; angst and darker themes are mostly OK; age-gaps are OK as long as both parties are of age; I'd like to do more fluff requests as well!!

DON'Ts: incest; depictions of gore, m*rder, r*pe, p*dophilia, minor x minor, furry; as this is mostly an 18+ blog please don't send requests if you are not of age

I'm very open-minded and easy to talk to, so as long as you are respectful, I will not get offended. I will keep updating these rules if anything else comes to mind. This is a happy and horny place with a lot of smut and some occasional angst, I hope you'll enjoy your stay!♡

Happy requesting & Happy reading! 🥳

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pavo-ocxllus · 1 year

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❝ 𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐧—𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠-? ❞

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡… two men who's share a single brain cell decides to give you their jersey in the most unconventional way possible 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠… atsumu miya x gn!reader, shoyo hinata x gn!reader 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠… fluff, second-hand embarrassment, 1.9k words (atsumu: 0.9k, hinata: 1k) 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬… sweaty atsumu = menace atsumu, definitely not realistic lololol, i guess it's suggestive?? it won't be in the rated-r tag; coming from a volleyball player, [name] mentions a play atsumu did that i'm not sure is entirely possible 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭… after who knows how long, i finally found the inspiration to write slightly based on this (https://youtu.be/71G7IXjUx6U) video of ronaldo giving a fan his jersey! you could also think of this as sort of a sequel to this post, just with different characters! happy late new year and pretend i didn't disappear for a bit <3

𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚. ･ﾟ: *. — 宮侑

the victorious sentiment echoed in the stadium, the cheers specifically belonging the crowds adorned in gold and black. the match between the msby jackals and the ejp raijin had finally concluded, with the jackals coming out on top.

the thing about atsumu was that no matter what—once he gets into your life, he never seems to get out of it. you thought taking a job as a manager for the raijin (which, last time you checked, their home location was definitely not in osaka) would finally get you to part ways with the setter and heal from the obviously unrequited puppy crush that grew out of hand.

unfortunately, the japanese volleyball world seemed to be quite small, considering the numerous times the two teams went against one another. well, perhaps it was good luck for you; you weren't exactly ready to let him go as a friend yet.

(in your opinion, the word 'friend' was a bit of a stretch, but your point remained standing.)

atsumu, like always, was one of the players that were the center of attention in all his sweat-drenched glory; honestly, it was quite difficult not to notice him.

so, after congratulating the opposing team's manager and coach, you decide to be the good sportsmanship-like person you are and praise his performance (as well as stretch his already over-inflated ego... but it wouldn't be that bad, right?)

"miya-kun!" you called out once he was finished talking to some interviewers, running up to him when he acknowledged your presence with that stupidly big grin of his. once you eventually stood before him, it was as if the words you were mentally preparing yourself to say we're stuck in your throat. "y-you did great today!"

"didn't i tell 'ya to call me atsumu? 'ya know i'm not gonna let 'ya call me that when 'samu and i are in the same room, so why stop there?"

you flushed at the forwardness, though you respected his wishes regardless. "well then... atsumu-kun, you did great!"

he arched his neck back with his hands stationed at his hips, laughing for a while at how swiftly you corrected your "mistake."

"wow," the setter chuckled a bit before finishing with a cocky smirk. "didn't think i woulda had one of my fans be a manager for the raijin, out've all people."

you froze a bit slightly for some reason, but found yourself relaxing not long afterward. he never seemed to change. sometimes, you forget he's just as dorky as ever. you didn't hold back from comparing it to volleyball—he still played the same way as he did in high school.

"well, of course i am, atsumu," you've stated blankly, as if this were and obvious fact. before hearing those words fall out, the blond's head drifted slightly to study a nearby team warming up for a match. however, when he finally registered it in his head he widened his eyes, doing a double take. "you've come a long way from high school... and that rally when you faked a dump, a set, yet actually dumped was nothing short of incredible-"

not bearing to let you incessantly compliment him despite it being only five seconds, the man interrupted. "yeah, yeah... i know, i'm amazin', aren't i? is it gettin' hot in here? personally... i think they should tone down the heater right about now, heh."

you noticed that? was along the lines of the blond's thoughts as he tried to cool down the burning red on his face, blazing across his cheeks. the announcers kind of brushed it under the rug, much to his chagrin, yet it wasn't a big deal that he was noticed. why did you make it a big deal? most importantly, why did he?

"atsumu!" you called out, breaking him out from his thoughts by perching your hand on top of his shoulder. "you're heating up and spacing out... i know i'm not the jackals' manager but you really have to start lookin' out for yourself. though, i suppose it's kind of warm in here..."

"'ya know what? you don't gotta get me to the infirmary, [name]-san. it's scorchin' in here!"

not paying attention to the somewhat cryptic wording, your eyes bounced around the arena, attempting to find the quickest route to get atsumu taken care of. "right, just follow me okay—oh my god."

it all happened too fast—you swore he was wearing a shirt a few seconds ago, and now it was held snugly around his arms before he practically shoved it into your hold.

rather than resting your focus on his defined figure (though, to be fair, you couldn't but sneak a glimpse of it), your eyes were trained on his damp, black and gold jersey, displaying the number in bold font: 13. a part of you didn't even feel the least bit disgusted at the admittedly gross gesture, you simply were standing there, paralyzed in the sheer audacity of it all.

"i- atsumu, there's no way i can-"

"anythin' for a fan, am i right?" he smirked, paying no heed to suddenly grabbing the attention of various newscasters not to far from you two.

deciding to escalate the situation even further, he added something else to the conversation in a lower tone. "if 'ya want, i can give 'ya my shorts, too."

winking at you and flashing his teeth, you couldn't help but feel the urge to turn in your two weeks' notice.

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐲𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚. ･ﾟ: *. — 日向翔陽

the awe of the crowd watching the tiniest player in the msby jackals soaring above his teammates and opponents couldn't even come close to holding a candle to your own expression.

it's only amazing to see that he's come so far... you remember when you first discovered HINATA on that low-quality, youtube video you discovered when searching for nothing in particular attempting to fill the void of having absolutely nothing better to do. even at his debut, even at the clumsiness he initially felt during the beginning of the match, you could feel that there was pure passion and skill behind it all.

when you heard that the infamous ninja-shoyo was coming to japan and made the msby black jackal's starting lineup, you knew you just had to purchase a ticket for one of his games as soon as your busy, hectic life would let you. and now here you are, already have been to seventeen of his games (and counting!) managing to somehow score the same seat in the middle of the stadium, particularly on the side with the gold and black team playing.

the excitement coursing in your veins still remained even after 30 minutes since the match had concluded. the little grin on your face continued to stretch as you ordered some onigiri near the food stand that had been set up right outside the volleyball court; not even the scene where one man (who, may you add, bore a strange resemblance to the owner of the food stall) and two others out of your peripheral vision were causing beside you, clamoring about how they deserve food on the house for "winning," wasn't able to break your attitude.

inevitably, your prior upbeat mood had toned down, now replaced by a strong sense of curiosity regarding the situation behind you. it was only a matter of time before you couldn't handle it, swiftly turning your head around to see what was up. though, you weren't necessarily expecting to have your eyes widen at the sight.

the blond one was somebody you recognized from the game earlier and behind him was a spiky, silver haired man, who also participated in the match. apparently, you didn't notice the obvious pattern, seeing as you still managed to widen your eyes even more when you noticed the fluff of orange hair right behind you.

for a split second, both you and hinata locked eyes, before you glanced away first. you directed your attention toward the onigiri stand, hoping that they could just hurry it up your order so you wouldn't have to stand around here for much longer-

"hey!" an unfamiliar voice called out. judging by the way it came behind you, there was an unfortunately high possibility of it being one of those three players. reluctantly, you glanced back, with the opposite hitter's eyes practically boring into yours. "didn't i see you before?"

he was met with confusion as you quirked an eyebrow. "w-what do you mean?"

you hope to the universe he didn't mean he saw you doing something embarrassing, like buying his merch in public or something of the sort.

a few moments pass, mostly consisting of hinata pondering a bit, glancing at you every now and then while looking down at his shoes trying to figure out your identity. how long was your onigiri going to take to get ready?!

"ah! i know!" hinata suddenly exclaimed, pushing the side of his fist into his palm. "you're the person i always see at our games!"

you take what you previously thought was embarrassing back—nothing compared to that tiny observation could be any more humiliating.

"bokuto-san, miya-san, i think we just found a fan!!"

"as if we don't see more than one everyday, shokkun," the blond disregarded hinata's discovery, going back to haggle the price of onigiri with the owner once more, the sounds of their bickering fading behind you.

"ah, it's your very first fan interaction!" the owl-headed one piped up—based on how loud he was, you were surprised he didn't cause an even larger scene. "they're really special, and they're regular too, which makes it super special! you should give them something!!"

ignoring the blatant display of total embarrassment shoved in your face, you noticed how hinata seemed to be thinking rather hard on this subject.

"you know what, i know what you can do!" might as well get something out of this, right? "my onigiri is taking a little while, and since your teammate seems to know the proprietor personally, maybe you can get it on the house for me-"

"i know!" the ginger-haired man interrupted your brilliant idea. regardless, you didn't say anything; you were curious what was in his mind that he believed was better than free food. "i can get you my jersey!"

you blinked owlishly, feeling the urge to cock your head to the side in confusion at the sudden outburst, only being able to muster up a, "huh?"

hinata nodded, almost excitedly. "yeah, i think that sounds good, doesn't it?"

"well, sure, but i think my onigiri would be even better-"

you suddenly sputtered, your words refusing to come out of your mouth as you watched hinata pull up his shirt, exposing his attractively toned body. understandably, not wanting attract too much attention and cause your onigiri to be even more delayed, you grabbed the hem of his jersey and yanked it down.

"i'm good! really, a selfie or something would do!" you panicked, retracting your hands away from him.

"but, wouldn't you want a jersey of your favorite player?"

"...you aren't wrong-"

"then it's settled then!" before your reflexes activated, he yanked his jersey over his head, handing it to you as he bowed. "i hope you support our team in the future!"

you weren't sure if this "souvenir" would encourage you to come to more of their games or swear off of watching volleyball ever again.

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 <𝟑

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maibluemen · 2 months

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ok while i'm working on which meta stuff i want to have on this blog, i do want to make a somewhat? detailed post on some name headcanons i have. so. some countries whose names i either tweak or change from the ones suggested by himaruya (arguably, there are no canon names. alfred is really the only one you could argue for lol)

🇷🇺 - ivan ivanovich morozov

hima doesn't give patronymics to the countries that would use them. ivanovich comes from ivan being very young and asked what his full name is, and the only male name he could think of was his own lol so he just stuck with it. and yes both sisters have teased him for this. morozov is derived from the russian word for "frost," which i find fitting; i wanted to find a non-jewish surname for him because i don't headcanon him as jewish and. of all the non-jewish countries to have a jewish surname.....well. no judgement on people who use braginsky and i doubt himaruya meant any harm or anything but yeah that's why i use a different surname for him lol

🇱🇹 - tolvydas jonas laurinaitis

shoutout to @hinotorihime who i believe was one of the first, if not the first person in the fandom to suggest tolys being a more accurate translation of トーリス (since japanese doesn’t distinguish between R/L sounds like indo-european languages do, and english doesn’t distinguish between I/Y the way lithuanian does, and tolys being an EXCEEDINGLY uncommon name, i don’t think “toris” is an unreasonable translation to have made after the game of language telephone from lithuanian->japanese-> english lol. トーリス would be directly transliterated like “to risu” for those unfamiliar with katakana. it’s worth noting that pixiv translates his character tag as “tolys”). uhh the source he gave me is a website that no longer exists and wasn't archived unfortunately, but "tolvydas" means something like "far seer" and tolys is a shortened form of it jonas is the name he added when he was finally baptized, and it's in reference to john the baptist anyway, here is an old post where she explains some name meanings!

🇪🇪 - eduard tamm

look i know eduard isn't really used in estonia but the guy simply gives off eduard vibes to me, sorry tamm, aside from being the most common surname, means "oak"

🇱🇻 - raivis bērziņš

bērziņš is, again, the most common surname and means "birch"

ed and raivis having the most common surnames in their countries i swear isn't me being lazy, i like the idea of all 3 baltics having tree names (laurinaitis referring to "laurel")

🇵🇱 - feliks mieczysław kazimierz łukasiewicz

who let the poles be catholic so. feliks has only been a name used in poland since around the 1800s? iirc, it was specifically brought over because of a fascination with french names but i might be wrong lol (and ultimately the origins of the name are latin, so variants of it are pretty old anyway). anyway. i've decided that his first name used to be mieczysław and he changed it around the time of the napoleonic wars to feliks, but kept the old name. kazimierz was chosen at his baptism and refers to st casimir, one of the many patron saints of poland (there's literally a wikipedia article dedicated to them all lol)

🐥 - gilbert maria beilschmidt

mary was just a hugely important aspect of gil's history as a knight (and the specific orders he represented also). he hasn't been catholic in centuries but he keeps maria in his legal name because that's his mom, guys

N. 🇮🇹 - felice luca veneziano

veneziano and romano being surnames (meaning "venetian" and "roman" respectively) i decided to just...assign the italy bros their uh. titles? as surnames. apparently siblings having separate surnames isn't unheard of for the nations lol, anyway. i thought it would be more fitting as i also headcanon that there's at least 20 italies (corresponding with each modern-day region though the actual history gets a bit messier, like my tuscany oc is more properly my florence oc.....that's another post, tho) and vene and romano represent. well. veneto (but originally venice) and lazio (but originally the city of rome...though i have yet to decide when he started representing rome because he's not an Ancient....anyway.....) felice being the italian variant of "felix" luca is a baptismal name referring to st luke, who is a patron of (amongst other things) artists

S. 🇮🇹 - lovino francesco romano

heh so lovino is in the category of not really a real name but i like it and have never really felt drawn to another name instead francesco refers to st francis of assisi who is hugely popular. well, in general. and is a patron of italy. i need to workshop some more headcanons about romano and religion because of....reasons lol, but this is definitely a name he took on relatively recently.

#heta meta #name post #this is definitely another one that will be updated as i come up with new thoughts lol #like my god i REALLY need to come up with a hebrew name for rod.....#and i need to decide on a czech name and a hebrew name for czechia.........

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syntheticmortal · 3 months

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I got tagged by the lovely @crownedinmarigolds! Thank you so much mate!! I'm absolutely charmed 🥰

Now my rat bastard spouse stole most of my tagging options on their post so to not double-tag I will add:

@skaerdir, @klaciate, @tzimizce and @vamp-orwave!!

If anyone who sees this wants to be an honourary tagee, then go for it XD

For those who don't know - Hi I am Alex! (He/They) and I'm a writer and an English immigrant to the USA!

3 ships: oh mate all of these are OCxOC with @c-n-i-d-a-r-i-a-n

Victor and Gloria – A Nos and his unbound Ghoulfriend. Making your touchstone one of your mission Ghouls is dangerous af but live fast love hard, lads.

Jeff and Lamb – Another of Vic's unbound Ghouls and the Thin Blood Nos that joined the Warren. Disgustingly fucking cute injected into the den of the rejected and disgruntled.

Ventan/Taakur Rig and Rozanin Rig – My and Daz's SWTOR PCs respectively. A Chiss Cipher Agent that ends up having to go hide with his Mandalorian hireling with her Clan and Roz's unrequited love becomes hella requited and suddenly Ventan/Cipher Five-now-Taakur has step kids??

I love it so much.

first ship: Oh god this takes me back to being little. Probably a Sonic one??

Shadow and Rouge if I had to take a guess??

last song: Temptation by Sean Paul! A proper bop

But honestly massive shout out to the second Nostalgia Synthwave mix by Odysseus on youtube

youtube

This thing keeps me sane, and has all the songs marked! – that opening one, Realign by Cerulean, can usually just melt my brain into peace whenever I hear it

last film: Snatch – Like VTMB it's a problematic fave that oozes style and characterisation throughout. Watched it as prep for a Setite I'm going to play in a V5 game >:D

currently reading: Altered Carbon by Richard Morgan as part of genre research. Finished The Vampyre recently too! Really I should pick AC up today, I've been working hard on my editing and outlining of my own pieces and neglecting the reading part of the craft for a few weeks >.>;

currently craving: So I'm drinking far less booze to save money whilst I'm out of work trying to get some Proper Writing done. So when I hit a good worthy milestone I'm getting a bottle of whiskey and I am ready.

fav color: Green! Sometimes purple!

relationship status: Maaarriiied to @c-n-i-d-a-r-i-a-n

last google search: I had to double check the spelling of Taakur for the ship section, so it was 'mandoa' :')

and before that I'm pretty use I searched Scryfall last night to go look at MTG cards even though I have no one to play with right now :'D (at least it's saving me money >.>)

current obsessions: Was tempted to add my own work here but I'll tag that on the very end XD

There's a lot of fandoms I don't leave – World of Darkness and Warhammer 40k predominantly as settings I always have another angle I want to see explored in!

I do however have the Magic the Gathering bug, even though I haven't really played in years and years now – but card interaction as a generation for narrative has always kind of captivated me? Like there's a couple big mean Ogre cards that make Rats more dangerous, but due to the way the systems work they also empower the Ratfolk of Kamigawa, the Nezumi, as they count as 'Rat' cards still. So big Ogre spellcasters improving Rat people as part of a contained bit of narrative kind of fascinates me as a concept.

Plus each deck presupposes a Planeswalker character who's casting those spells – and I was always intrigued by that notion and so most of my OCs are representative of decks I played (or wanted to :P) and then in turn each Planeswalker needs a Plane to come from, probably from a still existing culture on that Plane too, and so it can kind of wonderfully reverberate inspiration.

Like how every VTM Kindred OC presupposes a Sire!

BONUS ALEX SECTION

So if you want to get to know me, let me tell you about what writing I'm working on/have made recently.

Out now!

The Mutilation of Finley Reid

A short story of masculine horror, about a young man by the name of Finley who suffers in the pursuit of having his place as a man affirmed by his peers.

The world of Torranham Nights is an anachronistic reflection of England set in the coastal city state of Torranham, drawing from contemporary culture and folklore as well as the legends and reality of the cultures that came before – without being fetishistic about it like a lot of stories will.

Handle It

A short retail horror, about working the cash register of a butcher's counter, and the customer who orders increasing amounts of ground beef...

Inspired by my own work in a same spot, anyone who's done service work should get a kick out of this – plus it's free and only takes 20 minutes to read! XD

On the way!

Defector – name subject to change

A short story of grief, shame, suicidal ideation, alcoholism, and community. On the moon.

A Special Recon mech pilot, “Crash”, from Earth has defected to the Moon rebels, and now lives in Magnolia City, rotting away in her tiny apartment. Then the Provisional Government sends one of its elite commanders, a former enemy of Crash's, to pull her out.

Elhart: Arrival

The first of a short story fantasy anthology about a city of refugees at the edge of time and space, hiding from the end of the multi-planar universe. A super soldier has washed up with a near-fatal headwound and no memory, and she must learn to live in a far more peaceful world than the one her instincts suggest she came from. But who was she? And can she earn the trust of people who fear her potential to kill?

Neon Sun

A novel! Cyberpunk Vampires! If we're mutuals you can come ask about this but I'm not ready to share things too publicly for this one yet, but the outlining has gone beautifully in my opinion, and the worldbuilding is singing.

Speartip

I'm making a TTRPG!! It's a Powered by the Apocalypse engine game, about serving as the primary field agents of a faction of people who need your support and protection. Because if you're going to be a hero, who are you doing it for if not your kin?

Setting agnostic as hell, excluding some implicit need for magic in the class moves – I'm prepping to playtest this in sci-fi and fantasy settings to see how well my mechanics hold up in both swords and firearms based stories. Plus I'm going to explore a variety of perspectives of what the faction can be – from ethnic groups, to gangs, to guilds, to neighbourhoods.

I'm VERY excited about all this!!

#synthetictextpost #syntheticwriting #Spotify #Youtube

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anki-of-beleriand · 2 years

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The house at the edge of the world Ch.7

Summary: Y/N is the owner of an Airbnb at the edge of the world, a place in which Wanda would either heal or become what everyone is afraid of.

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff/SW! x Female!Reader

Warnings: Minors DNI! +18, angst, drama, slow burn, friends to lovers, pregnancy, romance, fluff, mentions of depression and self harm, healing, jealousy, R owns an Airbnb that welcomes many known characters from Marvel, R has powers, Wanda needs healing, and so does R. Idiots in love. More warnings as the story progress.

Author's Note: This is karaoke time! Which means R gets to sing to Wanda and Wanda gets to sing to R because the both of them are too much of a whimp to say anything straight to their faces. Scarlet as always makes an appaearance and R is really are out of his expertise with Wanda.

R is singing Fallen Angel by Three Days Grace and Wanda ends up singing Just give me a reason by Pink. Even though I think Wanda is more a Three Days Grace kinda girl. Do you guys have any songs that made you think of Wanda? What about Wanda R?

You guys are amazing! I love you, thank you for the likes, the reblog and the comments and tags! I really hope you're liking the story so please do remember English is not my mother tongue, grammar, spelling and funny mistakes can be made. Thanks!

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6

Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Epilogue

Chapter 7

Getting over the confusion

This was called the Opera Festival, and the event took place between the months of April and September as a cultural show dedicated to opera singers all around the region. The festival became popular for people of this genre of music that soon singers from all around the world, professional or otherwise, came in to enjoy the party.

As many things in the last five years, the Blip changed everything.

There were no more professional singers, or even amateurs ones that would come to the festival. Yet, the people of the towns around the Cing Terre needed something that would help them with their sorrow and at least keep tradition alive. So a year after the Blip, the Festival was back.

Since this was going to be something local once more, they decided to start small with some folk music and different interpretation of music. Since there wasn’t much to work with at the beginning, they also decided to include some theatre plays and even interpretation of movies that they fix to be part of the festival.

Five years later, and the Festival became Tradition once more. This time around those who were in needed for peace and fun were all welcome in the place.

Now the inhabitants of the villages wrote their own plays and create their own music. Sometimes they would go with famous presentations or pieces but most often it would be something they created especially for the festival.

Could you stop looking so awestruck at her? You’re making us look like fools.

Wanda held back her scowl at those words, she didn’t have an awestruck expression on her; but she certainly could stop looking at you as if Ajak or Sprite hadn’t been contributing to the conversation so far. You offered a half smile, bouncing on your feet while wiggling your eyebrows expectantly for Wanda to give her verdict on what she heard and was seeing at the moment.

The main plaza she had known on her first visit to the town had changed completely, right now it was filled with people wearing different attires for their respective presentations. The plaza itself had been decorated to represent the spirit of plays and music with many boats getting ready in the harbour to attend the night events. Wanda couldn’t help but gasp in pure surprise, she turned around admiring the set-up of the even as well as the soft music sounding around them.

“This is amazing.” Wanda exclaimed admiring everything before settling her stare on you. “Why isn’t this more well-known?”

“Well, it was. It’s just that the Blip changed many things, now we just make of this a Festival for the people in here and those few tourists that want to join.” You explained standing by her side with your heart almost leaving your chest.

Ajak and Sprite had moved forward greeting the passers-by while talking with some of the attendants. You wait for a moment until the green eyes of Wanda found yours, and there was that glint of complete peace and contentment you had never seen before in here.

“This looks really beautiful, thank you for bringing me here.”

You chuckled scratching the back of your head bashfully, tilting your head you offered quite a mischievous smile to the redhead.

“What do you say if I show you the underground of the festival?”

“Underground?” Wanda scrunched up her nose, and you stepped forward stopping on time before you did something you could regret.

“Yep, I know you would love it, Principessa. Let’s go.”

A shiver went right through Wanda’s back when your hand clasped hers, it was warm and comforting just the right size to make her feel reassure that everything would be alright. An emotion she was not familiar with yet she had been craving since losing Pietro.

Vision never felt like this. His synthetic body allowed him to maintain a lukewarm temperature but it was never warm or comforting, his hand was big and hard and sometimes overwhelming.

Vision…

Wanda crashed against you when you stopped all of a sudden, you wrapped your free arm around her hips smiling wickedly at her.

“Well, I didn’t know you want to be this close, Principessa, you could have told me.” You chuckled when Wanda opened and closed her mouth stepping back while trying to control the growing blush on her cheeks.

“I wasn’t…You just stopped abruptly and I was…” She started but soon stop when she felt your hand squeezing hers, your expression softening slightly while she offered a single wink.

“Come, stop daydreaming or your gonna miss the show.”

The young witch settled her eyes on you and from that point on, she couldn’t take them off. You were overly excited about the whole thing, and you dragged Wanda around without leaving her hand, not even once. You took her down a path leading to the coast, from that point Wanda could clearly see the group of boats and ships surrounding what looked like two ferries put together with a great scenario on top of it.

The town was really beautiful.

Wanda found herself transported in time, thinking about moments she had only seen in movies. The peace she felt, the moment of complete clarity was something she wasn’t familiar with. And she was starting to love it.

“The idea of the festival it’s that each town surrounding the area of Cinq Terre organized the main event. This year it was the turn for Manarola.” You explain standing closer that was probably necessary to Wanda.

Your free hand extended to the ocean, your eyes gleaming strangely as you continued with your explanation. Your words and your gestures made Wanda’s heart fluttered with emotion, she was loving this part of. You kept on advising down the streets until the sound of people and music stopped, Wanda furrowed her brows looking around then at your back.

“Everything it’s beautiful but, what kind of festival is this then?” Wanda asked innocently almost crashing against your back when you stopped abruptly.

"I never explained that to you, did I?" You flashed her a smile, there was a wink on your part before you took her down one alley to the right.

Wanda couldn't help but be caught up in your enthusiasm. Your hand was still firmly grasping hers, and something inside Wanda was just happy to let herself go and be taken everywhere by you.

"So according to history this is a festival that started right after the second world War." You pursed your lips remembering exactly how everything started. "The town need something to forget the rough times and the old families joined in a single lunch date bringing music and singers from around. It was supposed to be traditional music but one of the inhabitants was an opera singer and he made it possible for more singers to come over. Soon it became the place Italy chose to do the auditions for the best opera singers in the world."

"So, it is opera music only?"

Wanda was not sure if you noticed it, but she and Scarlet where well aware not only of your hand but your closeness, your enthusiasm, the glint of your eyes, the smile that you dedicated her. She was a complete mess, and it was looking as if you were not even aware of what you were making her feel.

"After Thanos many things change, the festival it’s still about music but there is also theatre and games with some nice gastronomy." You stretched out your empty hand showing the buildings surrounding you, the light of the day creating halos of light above your heads while the sight of balconies decorated with flowers and plants made of this place a city lost in time.

"This used to be the city of lovers, now it is the city of hope and new beginnings." You trailed off slowly lowering your eyes for the very first time until you noticed your joined hands, your whole body trembled while your heart skipped a beat at the sight.

When did you grab her hand?

Why hadn't she tried to get away from you?

By the gods, what was happening to you??

"New beginnings?" Wanda almost whispered, a teasing smile showed on your face, and Wanda couldn't help but laugh at the face of pure mischief you were showing to her.

"Oh, yes, I'm gonna show you."

Wanda let herself be dragged around as you spoke with enthusiasm. It didn't take too long for you to reach a small building, at the gate was a single kid who greeted you with excitement written in his face. You presented to him a single coin and the boy snickered pointing at Wanda then at you.

Whatever the little boy had said to you made you step back, the young woman watched with interested the sudden dust of pink that adorned your cheeks with the narrowed of your eyes at the boy. There was something in what he said to you that made you blush, and Wanda was pretty interested in knowing what it was because she couldn’t believe you get flustered in such a way.

“What did he say?” The moment Wanda asked you tensed completely letting go of her hand, all of a sudden Wanda felt empty, cold her hand twitching at her side missing the contact.

"Nothing!" Your answer was too fast, with a nervous tinge in your tone and a scratch on your head. "Come it is about to start."

Wanda wanted to press the issue, she had grown curious to know what could possible made you this nervous but you were fast and were moving down the hall further inside the building. The young woman glanced at her hand, a heavy sigh leaving her lips.

It felt nice being held again.

Wanda couldn't argue with that, it had been so long since she last did any of this. If she was honest with herself, and that was something she had been doing as of late, she never got a chance to do this with Vision. Never. Their lives had been so involved in saving the world and then being on the run, the glimpses of relationship they got were sporadic and it never included this kind of outings. It was always walks in the middle of the night, hotel rooms and dark restaurants.

That was another reason why she had built Westview.

The fake town allowed her to get a chance of a normal life, to develop the relationship with Vision without fear of being interrupted by a life changing event. Or to be out in the light enjoying their love.

But even like that, Vision was always far away…distant.

And she hated the broken tone in her own voice, Wanda had learnt to deal with her mood changes and control them a little bit. But right now something had clicked and the voices she was trying to drown were back; the confusion her emotions brought to her, the inadequacy she felt since the last time Wanda almost kissed you had change the tone but not the voices, or the dark invitation of forbidden promises.

Vision… everything she wanted, including him could be hers. This town would be grateful to be protected from the outside world, they would be grateful to have someone like her controlling everything… offering eternal happiness… and if wasn't Vision who she wanted… the Darkhold could bend the will of the new object of her attraction…

Y/N

"What are you doing there?" Your voice startled her awake, Wanda blinked away in puzzlement she didn't notice she had stopped walking and that you were no longer beside her.

But you did notice, and the shiver that went down your back was enough to tell you what was happening. When you went back you saw her there, standing right in the empty hall arms around herself and the red gleaming in there, it was a flickering of her reality, Wanda and Scarlet were one at the same and yet they were different.

You stepped closer speaking while glancing at her fingertips covered in black ink. Concealing your expression, you offered a half smile grabbing her hand once more your thumb caressing her skin tenderly.

"Are you alright? You space out there." You leaned in, Wanda took a breath stepping back in surprised.

"Y-yes I…" She lifted her free hand waving away an explanation that wasn't coming forward, her eyes flickered to her fingers and you tilted your head seeing the same mark she was seeing. "I just…"

You grabbed her hands in yours, your own fingertips brushing against hers. The tension was quite palpable, and Wanda had the impulse to put her hands away to not let you see the remnants of what she had been doing in the dark, how much of a monster she was becoming in the search for a life she wasn’t sure she wanted anymore.

“The dark magic it’s quite difficult to erase, it takes years and will power.” You mumbled furrowing your brows, you never stopped your tender caress and when you lifted your eyes to Wanda you couldn’t hide the same shade of gold in your eyes Scarlet had seen once.

“Who are you?” Wanda closed her eyes, her whole body stiffened so she wouldn’t do anything she could regret.

Closer, get closer…I can feel it, and I know you can too.

Wanda would not give in. She couldn’t.

"I know you have questions I haven't answered." You said softly, offering a comforting smile. "We will talk about that, I promise you. I will tell you everything you need to know.”

Wanda wanted to believe it, she wanted to believe you but there was a spark of doubt in her mind about your words. About the whole situation. Wanda stopped breathing when you leaned in placing a kiss on her forehead.

“Don’t think too much, Principessa. Let us have fun. Enjoy the moment! Give yourself a chance to live again, Wanda. I promise you; you won’t regret this.”

*****

The house looked empty.

The corridor led to a great garden decorated with olive trees and a fountain in the middle of it, water of colours fell down with just the right spark of magic behind it. Even in the midst of such a beautiful place, with the fresh air of the afternoon and the sun above their heads, there was a tension growing in your chest, poling at your mind.

Was it the hand holding? Was it the fact Wanda stopped for a moment to admire the fountain? Or was it the green eyes that were looking at you intently?

Whatever it was, you were pretty sure you were not the only one feeling it. Wanda bit her lower lip, dipping her head to the side and while she never let go of your hand there was something distant in the way she was holding herself. As if she was protecting herself from something; if you had paid attention to the reflection of the water you would have seen the Scarlet Witch watching intently at your interaction.

"Why did you bring me here?" Wanda finally asked furrowing her brows, "It isn’t as if I hadn’t enjoyed you getting flustered by a ten-year-old kid, or the beautiful scenery, it’s just…”

What are you doing to us?

Why does it feel different?

Why we want to keep holding onto you?

The question itself was a complete surprised for you, the last couple of days had been a rollercoaster of emotions in you. Emotions you never thought you would feel again, and yet her you were standing in front of a young woman that made your blood boil, your heart rate increase, and your mind thing plans to make her happy. To bring her peace.

“I though you might appreciate a change in your surroundings, you told me that you haven’t been able to actually enjoy a festival or an outing with friends.” You furrowed your brows looking away, “you have never been to a beach or…hell, I just want you to see what you have been missing. I thought…I thought this is what friends were supposed to do.”

Everything had been perfect up until that point, Wanda’s heart ached painfully in her chest at those final words. The moment was broken, and you didn’t realize what you had done until you saw the light leave Wanda’s eyes replaced by a strained smile and deep, sad, green eyes.

“I mean…” You wanted to hit yourself, but whatever explanation you had at the tip of your tongue was interrupted by laughter and a group of people walking down the corridor you had left to see the fountain.

Wanda then broke into a smile, and while you could tell there was something cold and distant behind it you couldn’t say anything else.

“So, what’s this great event you were bringing me over?”

You hesitated for a moment, your lips curling slightly.

“You see, this event it’s like a contest. It’s really underground and you can come here only by invitation.” Here you put the coin you had shown the kid out, Wanda took it observing the engravings in it. “The winner usually gets a chance to participate in the closing even by singing in front of everyone.”

"Well, what kind of contest is this?" Wanda couldn't help her amusement at your antics, whatever had happened a moment ago down the hall was soon replaced by your giddiness and the whole surrounding of the house.

"Karaoke." You said with finality dragging Wanda with you down the same corridor.

Wanda stiffened at that, you laughed at her terrified expression until you reached the door leading to the main hall. You turned around knocking on the door three times until the heavy hinges holding it together grinded revealing an old man smiling brightly at you.

"Signorina Y/N! Finally! I though you have chicken out."

"Gustaff! Never! I never back down for these kinds of challenges! But I told you I have a guest and she was hard to convince of this.”

Wanda was almost hiding behind you, her cheeks burnt red when Gustaff took his eyes from you to your joined hands and then to Wanda. The old man gave a knowing smiled before stepping aside and opening the gate for them.

"Ah, yes, the guest with beautiful eyes and beautiful smile." Gustaff said winking at you.

You couldn't help the horrified expression breaking into your face while Wanda lifted a single eyebrow at you, this time around she was enjoying the flustered expression in you while also finding about this piece of information. She was pleasantly surprised, her heart fluttering lightly when she turned around and saw the same blush on your cheeks she had seen by the main door.

Beautiful eyes and smile? The voice of Scarlet sounded please; she purred pressing Wanda to say something. Is that how she refers to all her friends?

"Beautiful smile and eyes?" Wanda asked turning to you, you however were highly distracted looking far away while shifting nervously. "So, you speak about all your friends like this?”

You opened your eyes wide shaking your head, “I…well, I just…”

“I mean, this is the first time I heard a host describe me in such a way.” Wanda tilted her head as if considering her own words, you placed your free hand on your face shaking your head mortified while Wanda seemed to snicker along with Gustaff.

"In all honestly, this was the first time she described a guest like that." Said the older man winking at you.

"Gustaff!" You exclaimed shaking your head, the man laughed waving his hand unworriedly, then you turned to Wanda and found yourself glancing into those green eyes and that smile.

"It wasn't like that!" You exclaimed.

"Like what?" Wanda asked innocently, you narrowed your eyes returning your attention to Gustaff.

"Like I mean… it was… I…" You pointed an accusing finger to the old man. "You know what? I refused to participate in this, where is my table Gustaf?"

Wanda covered her giggles when the man continued with his obvious teasing on you, this time around in Italian. You rolled your eyes trying to get a hold of your flustered face before pulling Wanda to you in the midst of laughs and teasing.

You sat down huffing, Wanda sat right beside you leaning in while still wearing the ghost of a smile on her face.

"Very well, go on… said it.” You rolled your eyes when Wanda finally chuckled, the both of you never noticing your hands were still intertwined.

"Beautiful eyes and smile? You really never said that of your other guests?" Wanda placed her free hand in the table shooting you an amused stare.

"Gee, really what's with everyone teasing me about that," You took a deep breath trying to be serious about the topic ignoring the beating of your heard, or the fact you couldn’t look away from her eyes or her lips. "Of course, you have a beautiful smile and beautiful eyes, Principessa. I choose my friends well, all of them are hot to some degree."

Your last words were said casually, a way to dismiss your real emotions and what you really think of the woman beside you. For the second time that day, you broke the moment, this time around though you never saw the flash of hurt crossing those green eyes, when Wanda processed the word friends. She loosened her grip on you, though you never let go.

"I was just trying to make sure Gustaf knew how you look, you know? I was trying to find a way to become your friend without being awkward and yeah." You trailed off finally letting go of Wanda's hand and grabbing the menu on the table.

Your gripped on the menu was harsh while your mind went a mile away with several thoughts crossing it. Wanda sat there watching in the distance, friends. Only friends

God why did it hurt to hear that?

We don't want her to be our friend.

Then, what do we want?

To that, Wanda had not a clear answer and by the way the Scarlet Witch stopped pressing she guessed she didn't know either.

"Well, I know you have lunch at Ajak’s home, some what do you say if we choose one of these alcoholic beverages?” You tried to sound enthusiastic while keeping your eyes to a menu you knew by heart.

Wanda drifted her attention to the menu, the thoughts dancing around her head in a myriad of puzzlement and sadness. She lifted her eyes to you, but you were decided to ignore her for the time being. Wanda felt the temptation to look into your mind, to perhaps see if it was really friendship what was keeping you there with her. But she resisted the temptation, with a sad smile on her lips she returned her attention to the menu.

She needed a drink.

You two decided on wine, and soon in the midst of a growing silence and a great barrier of inadequacy and fear the both of you waited patiently for the event to start. This was supposed to be a fun time, but now that you think about it something along the way had shifted and now there was nothing fun about what the two of you were doing.

What the hell was happening? Since when did you lose control so fast?

What were you doing with the other woman?

What did you want from her? From you? From this?

When did you start getting confused by her? Why were you confused? Time slowed down around you, you could almost hear your heart beating in your ears. The past was still there, the hurt and the fear of what would happen if you opened up to someone again. Someone like Eliza.

She is not Eliza; she would never be.

You looked out of the corner of your eyes to her hands, those fingers tainted in black. You had offered her friendship once, and now you wished you had offered more. The noise around you was back, yet the tension created between the both of you was almost palpable. Your eyes gleamed in gold watching the black ink, there was something about Wanda about her suffering and her own innocence… you didn't want her to give in.

You didn't want to lose her.

You were probably nothing to her, just a friend and an acquaintance… but you had seen people dying for power and giving themselves up to corruption of magic.

Wanda deserved better.

"Did you know that Hannibal travelled all the way from Spain to Italy with Elephants following close behind?" You sputtered out all of a sudden, Wanda stopped her glass of wine mid-way towards her mouth, she was startled by the comment turning to glance at you with a hint of disbelief in her eyes.

You shrugged offering a tiny smile.

"Yeah, war African elephants walking around Europe and crossing the Alps." You were beaming by now watching as Wanda's expression softened and soon she was laughing out loud.

"I mean, I wasn't there at that time," you didn't even realise the slip of your tongue, far to entertain by Wanda's laughter. "But I was told it was an amazing sight."

And Wanda placed a hand on your forearm holding her abdomen while trying to control her laughter. You started chuckling and soon joined in, whatever tension had grown amongst you broke and you beamed happily when Wanda could only smile at you.

"What are you talking about?" She finally asked in between chuckles.

"Well, I thought it was an interesting fact." You shrugged mirroring her smile. "Want another random fact?"

Wanda softened slightly, her heart soaring happily at the interaction thankful for your comments, for the fact you decided to break the tension and the silence that was threatening to damage the afternoon. The young witch shrugged nodding.

"Sure, what other random fact you know?"

"Well, all roads do lead to Rome." You cocked your head while drawing a map on the table with your fingers. "So Roman's decided to create more than 50000 roads around the empire to make sure it would always lead to the Capital."

Wanda rested her cheek against her hand, you dropped your shoulders letting go of the tension you had been holding for quite some time. When your eyes found those of Wanda you knew something had changed in you.

"So, you only know random facts about Rome to entertain your guests or are you actually very knowledgeable in other subjects?"

The question came with a hint of defiance, the young woman enjoyed the tensing around your lips. Your eyes narrowed slightly letting out a huff of indignation.

"I am very knowledgeable, Principessa." You tilted your head thinking about something else. "But impressing beautiful guest like you it's just a bonus."

Wanda looked away shyly her eyes dancing around the room.

"I know for example that we usually decided if someone it's right for us when we kiss the." You waited for Wanda's reaction, the other woman stiffened at this revelation, she waited a moment before turning to you.

"Really?" She asked her voice trembling at the end, you shrugged lowering your gaze before locking eyes with her.

"Yeah, it's like love at first sight, it happens but takes time and communication to build something out of it." Your voice at this point was just a whisper meant for Wanda. The other woman shifted on the chair, her eye dancing around your face until they stopped on your lips then back to your eyes.

"And… books!" You chuckled nervously looking away. “There are more than a million books lost to history and humanity, but some of them are still out there, magical in nature they're probably being held by private collectors or… well, whoever got their hands on them."

By this point Wanda shifted slightly furrowing her brows. Once more she felt your eyes on her scrutinizing something she thought was a secret. How did you know so much?

You were about to speak when someone tapped you on the shoulder, you turned around to see a beautiful brunette smiling down at you.

"Jessica!" The woman giggled wrapping her arms around you. Wanda sat behind rolling her eyes while trying to keep her expression of annoyance at bay.

"Cara mia!" The woman whispered and Wanda noticed your shiver, the dust of pink on your cheeks and the flirty smile on the woman's face.

She is quite popular, isn't she?

And Scarlet sounded just as annoyed and hurt as Wanda felt at the moment. You stood back giving Jessica a quick check up, the woman giggled again smiling bashfully at you.

"When did you get here?"

"This morning, I only came for our karaoke duo," she said putting a strand of hair behind her ear, you chuckled shaking your head.

"I can't believe you came only for that. I know you like the festival and the people." Jessica shook her head but said nothing else, her grey eyes went from you then to the woman behind you.

"Oh, right, Jess this is Wanda." You stepped back your hand falling on the redhead's shoulder. "She is a new guest back at the hill, and well… I'm trying to give her the whole experience of Vernazza and a well-deserved vacation."

"I hope not all the experience," Jessica sent a cold stare to Wanda while offering a strained smile. Wanda stretched the hand, her eyes gleaming red for a moment.

"We are getting there." Wanda wasn't sure where that come from but it slipped before she could stop it.

You cleared your throat furrowing your words, though there was something in you beaming at the comment. Jessica held back her annoyance while turning back to you, she placed a hand on your forearm before nodding towards the stage.

“So, are you ready for our duet?” Her voice dropped a little, her eyes darkening as she let the invitation rolled out of her lips.

You hesitated for a moment, knowing Wanda had her eyes on you.

“You know I am, why don’t you go ahead and I’ll be there in a minute.”

Jessica seemed to hesitate for a moment, her eyes went from you then to Wanda then back at you.

“Sure, don’t take long, Y/N, I’ve been dying to get together with you for a while.”

Wanda was quite surprised when you sat down again, this thing with you had become like a game of cat and mouse and she was just…god, she was needing some light as to what was really happening before she drove herself mad with want and confusion.

“So, another one of your guests with beautiful eyes and a smile?” Wanda wasn’t meant to sound so bitter, but she did.

You shook your head grabbing her hand in yours, your fingertips trying to brush away the black on Wanda’s own fingertips.

“She was never a guest, though she used to live her for a while. She was interested,” you didn’t know how to explain the next part, Wanda lowered her glance. “I was just…well, she is not my type.”

“No, you like them blond, right?” Wanda wasn´t supposed to ask that, but she couldn’t help herself.

You stopped all movements of your hand, a little confused yet pleasantly surprised by this line of questioning that was not even related to what you wanted to say to Wanda. Still, it was quite evident she was pretty interested in the answer.

“Why would you care so much if I like them blonde, brunette or…I don’t know, redhead?” You asked casually noticing the stiffening on the other woman’s face, the sudden blush showing up there.

“I…I don’t care.” She pulled her hands away resting her chin on them, her elbows on the table. “They…They’re probably waiting for you.”

That was probably true, everything was getting ready to start with the karaoke competition and they were waiting on the last contestants. You turned to Wanda wishing there was something you could say, something you could do to stop this game the both of you had been playing as of late. But just as she was fumbling with her life and whatever the hell was happening, you were stumbling around with trying to finally take command of your emotions.

“They are waiting for us.” You finally said trying to go back to your original plan.

Wanda opened her eyes wide shaking her head, “Oh, no, they’re not waiting for me.”

“Yes, they are.” You smirked watching as the colour left the face of the woman in front of you, and you started enjoying this far too much. “Oh, Principessa, are you afraid of the stage?”

“No! I’m not signing!” Wanda started shaking her head taking her away before you could grab, her.

You were surprised by her sudden reluctance, tilting your head you decided to probe around to see if this was mostly stage fright or something else.

“Come on! I brought you here to have fun, what better fun than to go out there and sing?” You bumped lightly into her, but Wanda merely worried her bottom lip on her teeth looking away.

“It’s embarrassing, what make you think it would be a good idea?” She replied this time around giving in when your hand once more found hers, she let her green eyes wander around before they settled on yours.

“Come on! One song, and we can do a duet, what do you say?”

You made your best interpretation of a puppy dog stare, and soon Wands was chuckling shaking her head while looking sway.

“If a video of this shows on the internet, I’m going to hex you.”

“Yes!” You stood up taking her hand on yours, pulling her closer until she was leaning in against your body. Her beath caught in her throat and you broke into a huge grin.

“Don’t worry, Principessa, nobody would know you were here singing.” With a wink you lead him to the backstage ready to make her enjoy the rest of the afternoon.

*****

Ever since she got to Italy Wanda found herself in a rollercoaster.

Every day it was something different, the very beginning of her forced vacations had been dark, and she had been trying to look for answers and a way out of this reality to go back to the fantasy world she had created for herself and Vision. Then, she allowed herself to open up, to meet someone else, some other people and something in her shifted slowly.

She never thought she would laugh again.

That she would forget all the pain she had accumulate from a very young age. Yet here she was, laughing and holding herself up as another round of applauses came right in for the third contestant. She really was having the time of her life, singer after singer, song after song the time passed by and Wanda alongside with Gustaff was enjoying the show while making sure to the right songs came on the screen and in the speakers.

You watched her from afar, softening at her contentment while speaking with the old man and some of the other organizers. So far she had made herself useful to make you and the others forget about her participation in the contest, but you knew everyone was waiting for the last ones to come before putting her forward to sing the same as everyone in the bar had done.

"He always sings the same song." You whispered to Wanda who turned around startled.

"Really?" Wanda couldn't help the cringe smile when the notes of My heart will go on by Celine Dion came right in.

You nodded offering a bottle of water to the young woman, Wanda took it with a smile noticing that Jessica decided to leave your side if only for a moment. Wanda had enjoyed her time greatly, Gustaff was a nice man and whenever Jessica wasn't rubbing herself on you, she was quite nice too. Wanda just wished she didn't need to see the other woman all over you. It was irksome.

"Yeah, his wife died of a heart attack a year after the Blip." You said softly. "That was her favourite song and movie, so he sings it every year. He doesn't improve with time either."

You chuckled when Wanda slapped you playfully in your arm, though she too was smiling. The crow was cheering, Jessica and Gustaff were distracted and you were finally left with Wanda for a moment.

"Told you it would be fun." You commented lightly.

Wanda nodded taking another sip from her bottle.

"You did." She glanced at her fingertips and while there was still black in them it wasn't as widely spread as it had been a few hours ago. "I have spent a great time actually. This place, these people…"

Here she trailed off looking back at you, she dipped her head looking away with her lips curled tenderly up.

"You…have offered me something I didn't think possible and I'm just…"

We're still afraid of what could happen, or what would you do to us if we gave in. Of what the world may think if we step back, or even if we should keep looking for the fantasy world we create. It was safer, easier to manipulate… to live in.

"You're up next, Principessa." You whispered to Wanda, the mischief on your eyes and smile was not missed in the woman's face who scowled at you knowing right now was not the time for those questions.

"Gustaff already explain to me how you make it possible my name was in there."

You laughed, shaking your head while shrugging, Wanda rolled her eyes matching your smile.

"That I did, I knew it would be good for you and I can't believe you're that awful singing."

"You will regret it." Wanda turned to the stage fidgeting nervously. "I already chose the song and I just…"

"Don't tell me,” You gave her a once over Wanda shivered under your scrutiny. "Welcome to the black parade or teenagers, you have the look of someone that went through that phase in your younger days."

Wanda laughed shaking her head while, once again, swapping your arm.

"No! I did go through the phase, though."

You snickered raising an eyebrow, "Now I need pictures of that, I bet Natasha has some uh?"

Wanda put a hand on her face because, in reality, Natasha did have some of those pictures. You tried to hold back your laughter while Wanda tried to get her blush under control, more applauses were heard and soon they were announcing the next contestant. Wanda shifted from one foot to the other, she bit her lower lip looking away before settling her eyes on you. Once she did it was not only green but red what greeted you and you weren't sure how to react to that.

"I'm just not sure if you have heard the song but…" Wanda trailed off huffing momentarily before continuing, Scarlet Witch pressing the words out of her mouth. "But it was something that made me think of you and my time here so far so…"

Wanda didn't wait for an answer, she didn't even stay to see your surprised expression or the way you followed her with your eyes. She greeted Gustaff and then presented herself to the public, Jessica came to you with a roll of her eyes when she realized once more your attention had been claimed by the redhead.

"So, you and her…" Jessica started but you shook your head frowning.

"No, we… we're just friends." You mumbled but the words seemed painful on your lips.

Jessica was about to say something when Gustaff came in and the music started sounding in the bar. Some people in the crowd recognized the cords of the guitars, and the sweet rhythm of the song.

Gustaff opened his eyes impressed, she wasn't good but she wasn't bad and she had chosen the right song for her type of voice. The old man turned to you, a smile forming on his lips when he saw the look on your eyes.

Wanda didn't know why she was doing it, what impulse her to choose the song or to even accept the main stage to participate in the contest. She just knew she was having real fun, for the very first time in such a long time she was not afraid, and she was free and she… god she was puzzled about her emotions but was willing to see what would happen.

The lyrics rolled out of her lips easily enough, she knew the song by heart having heard it even before meeting Vision. But it wasn't until now that she remembered and felt something in her.

Vision

Y/N

Everything came crushing down on her, her heart beating fast and hard while all you could think was what had been and what could be.

The song came to an end, everyone was cheering and clapping happily. Wanda offered a nervous smile before turning to the backstage her heart dropped when her eyes fell on you but you had your back to her.

With a shaky smile she said goodbye and went past everyone to the bathroom.

You were trying to get your breathing and your heartbeat under control. Wanda's voice was still dancing around your mind, and her softness and eager stare made you tremble with emotions you thought death.

When you tried to return your attention to Wanda she was no longer there.

"She went to the bathroom." Gustaff whispered. "You have five minutes."

You didn't even hesitate while making your way to the bathroom, back there everything was in silence with only the heavy breathing coming from Wanda. You furrowed your brows seeing her reflection with green and red eyes and tears falling down her cheeks.

"Hey, are you alright?"

Wanda nodded, splashing some water on her face before showing a strained smile. You cocked your head stepping forward, the urge to take her in your arms was quite overwhelming but you held yourself not really wanting to invade Wanda's personal space without finding the source of her distress first.

"You lie." Your voice had a determination that made Wanda blinked in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"You told me you didn't sing but, woah, that was amazing." You beamed at her, the lyrics of the song dancing in your head. "And the song, well…"

Wanda looked away frowning, “right, I just…"

Wanda trailed off, putting her arms around herself. You scratched the back of your head knowing there was a tension in the air that you didn't understand completely.

You knew what you wanted and what you needed to do. So, you took one step forward. Then another one and then one more until you were right in front of her.

"I like the song, and since I listen to yours well…" You two were really close by now, Wanda held her breath waiting for you to do something but you stood firmly just a breath away from her. "... I think it's only right you heard mine, don’t you think?"

Wanda closed her eyes nodding, you smiled leaning in and placing a kiss at the corner of Wanda's lips.

"Good then, this song is also for you." You were about to say something else but stepped back shaking your head. "…I'll wait for you back on the stage."

By the time Wanda was back she sat on a dark corner away from prying eyes. The sound of people talking and laughing broke the silence surrounding her in a comforting embrace of distraction. She didn't dare to look at the stage though she knew your eyes had been on her the moment she was back from the bathroom.

The day had ended up being unexpected. God you almost kissed Wanda!

Wanda could still feel the tingles at the corner of her mouth from the kiss you had placed there. What would have happened if she turned her face the way she wanted?

You would have kissed her and we wouldn't be here.

Wanda put a hand on her face, she wasn't sure how to feel with that. Should she be happy? Angry? Sad?

We're a mess… we don't even know if we want Vision, if we want a new world or…

"Or we want her." Wanda leaned against the wall watching as you and Jessica got ready for the last part of the show.

Your movements were a little clumsy and harsh, Jessica shot you a worried glance you dismissed with a wink. Everything was ready for the closing show that was usually presented by the winners of the last competition.

You didn't win, but Sprite had thought it would be fun for you to go out there and ridicule yourself. She even chose the song, which now that you think about it was perfect.

Too perfect to be a coincidence.

"Well as tradition dictates the winners of last competition had a chance to make a nice performance" Gustaff waved his hands to stop the cheering around. "Now, young Sprite didn't feel well so she left her spot for our own, Y/N."

More claps and cheering, Wanda stiffened when she heard the last part. You were replacing Sprite, so the one that had sang with Jessica hadn't been you.

You really are focusing on that?

Wanda waited until you had fixed the mic making faces, everyone was catcalling you and Jessica making you smile and rolled your eyes. Wanda could see you really were pleased, embarrassed even. Then you lifted your head and found her eyes.

You couldn't look away, and Wanda seemed to be under the same spell.

Jessica didn't understand the selection of the song, but it was evident it was the appropriate one for you, your voice and your companion. As soon as those words left your mouth, your eyes seemed glued to a single individual in the public and that was the redhead you had called your guest. The brunette was starting to think there was something else there.

And when you sang, even if you didn't sound right and lost some notes you did it the same way Wanda had done so. And with the same silent proposal hanging in the air. The lyrics of the song danced around the public but they hit Wanda the most, and with every word with every note Wanda felt something inside her stirred with a deep emotion that made her heart ached and her breathing uneven.

You tried your best, because this was a good chance to get out there what you were feeling. However, by the time the song was over, and you turned around smiling Wanda was nowhere to be seen.

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