Could you write Johanna x fem reader who has a nightmare and Johanna comforts her
yes yes yes yes
author's note: johanna is my angel <3 i do NOT own the gif !!!
pairing: johanna mason x fem!reader
warnings: mentions of nightmares, snow being snow, white roses, tears, angst, the "l" word is said a few times, johanna saves the day, mentions of trauma, hurt/comfort
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"please- please don't do this," i sob out.
"maybe you should have followed the rules a little closer, y/n," snow spits back at me.
"take me instead," it comes out in a gasp, but i'm falling to my knees at his feet--begging.
he chuckles darkly at this.
the tears start to stream down my cheeks as her limp body is found in the hands of snow's men.
"you have pushed too far this time, l/n. time to put you back in your place," he sneers, gesturing vaguely with his head and the men begin to march off with my lover in tow.
the sobs rack my body, my chest heaving with uneven breaths as snow crouches down to my level.
"a parting gift," he says, palm outstretched with a sickly, white rose, "may this serve as a reminder."
and then he leaves.
following after his men with johanna in his grasp.
and the tears fall even more.
"JOHANNA!" the scream rips through my throat, but it's not enough to bring her back--and i know this.
so i keep screaming her name until my throat is raw and my eyes can't produce anymore tears.
she is gone.
johanna is gone.
torn from my grasp.
in the hands of snow.
the pain is overwhelming and i can't-
"love?" a whisper comes from nowhere and it sounds just like her.
i'm so delirious i'm starting to hear her voice.
"y/n/n, come on."
i can't tell if my body is rocking more by itself or not.
"darling, wake up for me."
it's a tugging sensation, one i don't want to give into.
but slowly, darkness overcomes me.
the air is cold, a biting cold that nips at all my exposed skin.
with a gasp, i feel arms pulling me up, wrapping around me.
"it was just a dream, love, just a dream."
there it is.
that sweet voice that is reserved only for me.
the voice that i hear in the early morning and late nights and moments we share alone and when she can sense a decline in my mood.
the voice that belongs to johanna.
"johanna?" i ask shakily, too afraid to open my eyes and find this to be a trick.
i can feel her moving around me, suddenly, her lips are very close to my ear.
"it's me, love. 's just a dream, yeah?"
"tell me something only you would know," i beg, the tears starting to weld again.
her soft laugh fills the silent room, it sounds too real--i can hear our fan running and feel the cashmere blanket she insists we sleep with even in the middle of summer.
"i know that your favorite color is-"
"too easy, something deeper."
"i know that you have to put on your left sock before your right. i know that you like two and three-fourths teaspoons of sugar in your coffee. i know that you hum that stupid song under your breath, even if you don't think you do. i know that you tie your shoes once right after you buy them and when they untie, you consider them unlucky."
peeking through slitted eyes, i find her--my johanna--looking right back at me.
"it's you?" i whisper.
"it's me."
her hands move from around me to my face, cupping it softly in her worn hands.
she glances at me with questioning eyes and i give her a nod.
with the affirmation, she leans in, pressing her lips to mine.
it's not rushed, but it's not slow either.
it's the feeling of desperation seeping from my bones that asks her questions my lips cannot utter.
and she answers all my prayers with her lips against mine.
she doesn't run her tongue over my bottom lip like she normally does--instead, she slowly pulls away and lets me catch my breath before placing a small kiss to my forehead.
"i would tell you it gets better, but we both know it doesn't," she smiles sadly, brushing a lock of hair from my eyes.
her forehead rests against mine as we sit cross-legged on our bed.
"just know that this is real and that i love you," she whispers, looking deeply into my eyes.
"pinky promise?" i ask, holding my hand out, pinky stretched towards her.
"pinky promise." she says before wrapping her own around mine, sealing the uncertainties and putting a sleepy smile on my lips.
"love you, jo," i say, peering up at her.
she matches my smile before answering with, "love you, y/n/n."
Summary: The one where Reader has been tutoring the twins for a few months, and not falling in love with the stunning Wanda Maximoff is an impossible task. | Requested by @abimess .
Warnings: Lots of fluff and domesticity, attempted humor and bad jokes, Milf!Wanda being adorable and a gay disaster, unspecified age gap, some mentions of low self-esteem and signs of an abusive past-relationship, kissing and making out, and Dom!Wanda allusions and implicit smut. || Words: 4.063k
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--//--
When Agatha reassigned you to the mentorship of the Maximoff Twins, you were apprehensive about the proximity of their residences.
Since you started working at the Salem Institute, all your students were from the city center, and you were used to the subway ride of at least twenty minutes, the practice of having a cold drink at the local coffee shop became a treasured hobby over time.
But almost six months ago, a new family had moved into the empty house four doors down from your own, and apparently, as soon as they were stabilized, the matriarch looked for school assistance for the children. Billy and Tommy were in elementary school, and both have considerable difficulty in class - most likely because of the switch from homeschooling to the new model.
At first, you were afraid to give up your routine to attend to the Maximoffs, but besides Agatha insisting that you were the most viable option because of the proximity, you met the boys' mother at the street fair.
Wanda Maximoff was something else.
A few years older than you, and undeniably gorgeous. She was distracted by the shopping list and didn't notice that she hadn't backed the shopping cart up properly, but you stopped the little metal vehicle before it crashed and splattered her fruits. She gave a relieved laugh, promptly going to thank you, and you were so charmed by her smile that you couldn't help but introduce yourself.
"Oh, you're tutor that Agatha mentioned!" She suddenly recognized you, and you blinked curiously as Wanda started babbling about having gone to the institute after teachers, and Agatha having shown her on her computer dozens of options. You made a mental note about commenting to Agatha about digital security before focusing your attention completely on Wanda.
And after spending practically the entire morning chatting away with your new neighbor while you were shopping for vegetables together, you couldn't help but agree and immediately assure her that you would be tutoring the twins.
That was four months ago.
Now, you know as much about Wanda as Billy and Tommy know mathematics.
For instance, she is a writer and works from home practically every day - except when she has some appointment at the Agency - so she was always around when you were helping the twins with their studies. She has iced tea in the afternoon, and always saves a place for you at breakfast if you schedule a weekend study session. Wanda has tried to go vegetarian eight times in the last few months, three times in the same week, always having to restart the habit because she forgot her own eating commitments. She also loves Sitcoms - this you found out because you went to say goodbye one afternoon, and when you knocked on her office door you found her watching an episode during a business meeting, and she just raised a finger in front of her lips in a request for a secret and you laughed lightly, imitating an oath in front of your chest.
Wanda was also getting divorced.
His name was Jarvis Vision Stark, and although he was apparently a good father, he didn't seem to be such a good husband. He didn't do anything wrong as far as you know, but you concluded that he was no good at being a husband because he was never around, and if someone has the chance to be with Wanda Maximoff and chooses to be somewhere else, that person must have some problem with them.
As far as you can tell, in all those hours you spent with her, falling in love with Wanda was inevitable. If you stayed around her adorably clumsy and inquisitive personality, there was no other way out. She was simply the most charming woman you knew, and these were just the facts.
On Thursdays, the twins had judo class. And this week, the holiday weekend was with Vision. So you scheduled the class for a later time, having enough time to visit your favorite coffee shop and read a book in the afternoon.
Wanda apparently had the same idea.
The whole place suited her very well indeed. You hadn't even entered the shop yet, catching a glimpse of the older woman through the glass window - focused on a book and biting the tip of a pen, her red hair cascading down and making it almost impossible to recognize her. - and swallowing the nervousness that suddenly rose in your stomach, you made your way inside, and while your drink was ready, you built up the courage to approach.
Then of course Wanda got up to throw some writing drafts in the trash at the same moment you appeared behind her.
"Shit! I'm so sorry!" She apologized frantically, her eyes wide as she tried to diminish the stained mess on the front of your shirt with small napkins she grabbed from the table and making you blush more from the touch than from the curious glances from the other customers.
Wanda seemed to get more beautiful every time you looked at her, and her clumsiness got a soft laugh out of you.
"Don't worry, Miss Maximoff, it will dry." You tease, and she sighs but makes a small grimace at the stain on your blouse.
"I told you Wanda was fine." She retorts, quickly throwing the dirty napkins away and turning to grab her belongings. "Come on, I can't look at the mess I've made on such a lovely shirt."
Despite your insistence that there is no problem, you neither resist the gentle tug Wanda gives on your sleeve, nor refuse to accompany her all the way back to her house, where you exchange a few words about sharing a taste for the local coffee, or the tranquility of the environment for reading and writing that shop provides.
You even asked Wanda about switching the office to a place with other people, but she explained that she needed a change of scenery to get inspiration for the last few chapters of a story she was working on as she opened the door and guided you to the laundry room.
"Let's just make sure the stain doesn't stay, honey." She says as she opens the door and you follow her half-heartedly, suddenly realizing that this must be the first time you've been alone with her in her house. Wanda bends down to pick up some cleaning products and places them on the counter before turning her attention back to you. "Can you..."
"Oh, sure." You immediately agree, letting your nerves control your actions, and without much thought, you pull your shirt out in one motion.
Wanda's eyes widen, frozen at the sight of your torso covered only by a sports top. The redness in her face makes yours warm as well.
"I-I was going to suggest the bathroom. And a robe. " She remarks breathlessly, and it's your turn to widen your eyes, but your embarrassment is short-lived, because Wanda clears her throat, and looks down, holding out her hand for you to hand her the item.
She decides to start working on the stain, and you shift the weight of your feet as you watch her, unsure exactly what to do with your hands.
"Thank you for that again, Miss Maximoff. It was nice of you." You mumble trying to fill the tense silence between you, but Wanda gives a short laugh, raising her eyes from the fabric to you.
"Was it nice to knock coffee on you?" She retorts with amusement, and it's your turn to chuckle, scratching behind the back of your neck as the awkward tension dissipates between you.
"It was no big deal, Miss Maximoff."
She makes a small grimace. "Wanda." She insists again, and you notice the way her gaze falls to your cleavage for a micro second and the intensity of her irises makes your legs wobble. You offer her a small smile before repeating.
"Wanda."
She smiles and turns her attention back to your shirt. Not wishing for the awkward silence to return, you try to pull up a subject while she works. And in less than two minutes you are laughing at her stories.
“[...] Monica was so worried about the whole divorce thing, and I just surprised her with almost twelve thousand words about why marriage is humanity's worst invention." She tells it with an easy smile on her lips, which you share.
Monica has been Wanda's agent since she published her first book - a clichéd novel about the unusual love of a witch and a robot - and now, almost ten years later, she was one of the best friends of the redhead in front of you. You didn't know her in person, but you had seen Wanda talking to her by video call and on the phone a few times.
Wanda leaves your wet shirt to dry and mimics your position of leaning your back on the machine with your arms crossed on the opposite side, your feet a few inches away from each other.
"That sounds like a bestseller." You joke, making her laugh softly. She shrugs her shoulders.
"We won't publish it, but it sure helped me get something off my chest." She says half thoughtfully. "I don't know, it's been two weeks since I signed the papers, and I still..." But Wanda shuts up, shaking her head and sighing. "Sorry, I'm babbling. You don't care about that."
"Hey, it's okay." You assure her as gently as you can, adjusting your posture against the cabinet behind you, but resisting the urge to touch her. "You can vent all you want, I don't care. Or rather, I do. About everything you tell me, I mean."
She raises surprised but impressed eyes to you. And you smile, but Wanda raises an eyebrow.
"Are you sure this is professional?" She asks, and you almost feel embarrassed, but a mischievous smile appears on her lips that makes you understand that she is only joking. To your momentary hesitation, she adds, "Listening to your students' mother whine in the laundry room?"
You chuckle slightly at the description, shaking your head a little. "Well, the contract says I'm here to help." You comment, assuming a thoughtful fake expression. "I suppose serving as a liquor depot is my job..."
Wanda grunts guiltily, kicking your foot gently and making you laugh. "Jerk." She grumbles and you shrug.
"And on top of that getting cursed at, such a toxic work environment." You mock, getting a laugh from the redhead who shakes her head in disbelief.
"Shut up." She mutters with her arms crossed, and your laughter gradually ceases, until the noise of the machine is the only sound besides your soft breathing.
You and Wanda look away from your shoes to each other almost at the same time, dancing around the next subject as you exchange little smiles. You clear your throat a moment later, moving your hands to the countertop and squeezing the wood gently.
"So, if it's okay for you, I'll stay around until the boys' class time." You suggest but Wanda isn't even listening. Her gaze lost on your chest, because of course you had to have leaned in like that and she was just staring discourteously, and without any self-control. You let out a confused laugh, "Wanda?"
She turned as red as her hair, looking away so quickly it only made it more obvious what she was doing.
"I-I..." She tried to formulate a line of thought, grimacing at her own disaster, and sighing in frustration. "I'm sorry. What did you say?"
You laughed, short and impressed. "My class. With the boys, this afternoon. Is it okay if I wait?"
"Oh, sure. Of course." She agrees nodding and swallows dryly as you cross your arms, an expression of virtual delight at having caught her in the act on your face. She clears her throat, trying to regain her composure. "If you're hungry, I can prepare something for us."
You deny it with a nod. "No way Wanda, you already washed my clothes today. I'm not going to make you cook for me." You comment humorously, but she gestures quickly.
"Don't be ridiculous, it was my fault. And it's no problem at all, let's go make us something, I clearly ruined your afternoon meal." She retorts and is leaving the laundry room so quickly that you have no way of denying it - no idea at all that Wanda needed to get out of such a small space before she did something she could regret.
Wanda was going to try to busy herself with food, but the third time she found your exposed chest as she turned around for some pot or supply, she let out a frustrated sigh.
"Okay, you need a shirt." She stated seeming to speak more to herself than to you, who scratched behind your head awkwardly, looking at her with confusion. "Just wait here, I'll be right back."
She disappears for a few minutes, and you busy yourself with the delicious cookies she left on the counter. Wanda returns with a shirt in hand, and you smile at her mischievously as you are caught eating her treats, making her smile affectionately.
"Worse than children when left alone, I see." She jokes getting a soft chuckle from you as she hands you the shirt. The return dies on your tongue as you slip the fabric over your neck, and the garment smells like Wanda and is at the very least intoxicating. She doesn't seem to notice your hesitation, distracted as she goes back to preparing the snacks she started before you left.
You clear your throat after a moment. "And I noticed these are vegetarian options." You comment approaching her at the counter as she cuts the tomatoes. "Is it for real this time?" You tease.
"Hey!" She giggles, throwing her shoulders against yours lightly. "I'm going to make it this time."
"I know you will, honey. I believe in you every time." You murmur sincerely, and you can't help but let your gaze linger on Wanda, especially as you listen to the soft sigh she lets out and notice the way her fingers tremble at the snack preparation.
You lick your lips, trying to think of something else when Wanda asks you to get the plates and you decide to take your cue before you confess something you might regret.
Soon, you both have vegetarian sandwiches in hand as you stand side by side at the countertop.
"Wanda, I really appreciate the gesture, but this tastes really bad." You declare and she is laughing heartily, throwing her head back and you are following her.
Wanda just takes the disastrous attempt at a vegetarian snack from your hands and throws both items in the trash, before going to the cabinets, and soon returning with a package of snacks.
"Here. Not another word about it." She says as she opens the package between you, the very delicious chips forgotten because you notice an almost sad or disappointed glint pass through her eyes, and you ignore the food to move a finger to her chin, asking her to meet your gaze again. The gesture surprises her a little, making her blush, but she doesn't pull away.
"Hey, it's just a sandwich." You comment, studying her face after whatever she was hiding, and Wanda let outs a humorless chuckle, trying to lower her face, but your touch escalates - your hand moves to her cheek and Wanda almost shudders, using all her mental control not to lean in. "You can talk to me, Wanda."
She swallows dryly, hesitating only for a second, and though she is twiddling her fingers nervously, she confesses without stammering, "It's stupid, but I wanted to prove that I can do it." She murmurs, and to your half-confused but patient expression for her explanation, she continues after a soft sigh. "I had a plan, a bucket list. All the way from high school. Like I said, stupid. Vis thought it was childish. I think I believed him because I gave up on most of them, but then we started fighting and I thought I could try those things again. Then he said I couldn't accomplish any of it because I can't even maintain a marriage, and I guess he must be right because I'm a disaster at that and-"
"Hey, hey, stop it." You cut off seriously, moving your other hand to her left cheek. "Don't talk about yourself like that, it's not true."
She let out a short laugh. "Come on, I just destroyed your favorite shirt."
You raise an eyebrow. "How do you know it's my favorite shirt?" Wanda hesitates, looking away and opening her mouth, but no explanation comes out. You laugh, shaking your head. "God, you're so cute."
Wanda looks at you in surprise, but you stroke her cheeks, and the touch is too good for her to question anything. However, she lowers her gaze and you sigh softly.
"Hey, look at me, Maximoff." You ask and wait for her to obey, offering a small smile when the green orbs return to yours. "You can do anything, Wanda. From writing incredible stories to completing a high school bucket list. Those are just sandwiches, and it was just a drinking accident. It doesn't prove anything about you. And god, I knew there was something very wrong with your ex, only a complete asshole would try to manipulate you like that, or worse, leave someone like you."
You blurt out, and Wanda blinks in surprise.
"Like me?" She insists, and since you've already said too much, you just continue.
"Yeah, someone so incredible, beautiful, and funny. I always have such a great time around you, and it seems so unbelievable that you're getting divorced because if I had the chance I would never leave. I would stay, for all the afternoons when you almost destroyed the printer, or set the kitchen on fire. I can hardly imagine how lucky I must be to wake up next to you every morning, or to spend the day with you, listening to you talk, and laugh, or hear your stories! It feels like a dream, and I don't understand how anyone-"
Wanda cuts you off, suddenly moving forward. You choke on a sigh as her lips press against yours, and it's messy and hungry as if she's afraid of you slipping away.
She moans softly at the feel of your tongue on hers once you kiss her back, but it gets calmer soon after until air is needed and you part with gasping breaths.
"That was even better than I imagined." She confesses with her eyes closed, getting a small laugh from you.
"Did you imagine it often?" You tease, and it's her turn to laugh, opening her eyes at you.
"You have no idea." She assures you before bringing your lips together again.
Making out in the kitchen was definitely not your plan for this afternoon, but you weren't complaining one bit. Not when Wanda felt so fucking good between you and the countertop, the warm, low sighs she let escape between one kiss and the next, the steady hands on your shoulders as yours became bold beneath your blouse.
Wanda's legs firmed around you once you lift her up to sit on the marble, and as you moved your kisses down her jaw and neck, missing her satisfied smile because you both have your eyes tightly closed, your hands wrapped around her covered breasts.
"Oh." She moaned affected, shuddering against you, who just squeezed softly and managed another deep moan as her hips went forward.
It was probably too fast, but neither you nor Wanda seemed very willing to stop, especially since the sensation was so addictive. She pulled your face back, sliding her tongue into your mouth and making your head spin.
You squeezed her breasts hard, swallowing her moans before running one hand down your body, your fingers scratching their way down her pants and working the buttons.
And then a car noise made Wanda push you away.
"Fuck, not now." She grunted annoyed, loosening her legs around you, and climbing down from the countertop. You blinked in confusion, mind clouded with arousal, but the sound of the vehicle parking at the front door and children's voices made you react, and start working on your crumpled clothes as Wanda was doing. She finished wiping off her smudged lipstick a second before the door opened, and two little boys rushed in through the front door.
"Wanda?" It was a male voice, and she tensed beside you before shouting that she was in the kitchen. She turned her face to you, exchanging a quick glance before disappearing into the living room.
You overheard the conversation - strained mutterings that were getting louder until you heard the door and the sounds became muffled again, suggesting that Wanda had gone out onto the balcony with her ex-husband.
Taking your cue, you made your way upstairs, deciding that you were going to give the kids some homework before you left. No chance of you teaching anything after what you just did in the kitchen.
Billy and Tommy were equally surprised and happy to see you, although the excitement died down a bit as soon as you left the homework with them. The boys went back to packing for their holiday with their father, and you said goodbye.
Vision and Wanda were back in the living room when you came downstairs, and it was at least embarrassing the look you received from the man with his arms crossed in the corner of the room.
"Good afternoon, Miss L/N." Greeted the man, and you merely nodded.
"Hey, Mister Stark. Good afternoon." You say, turning your gaze to the redhead who is approaching you. "Wanda, I'll be going." You let her know, surprising her.
"But what about the lesson?"
"I don't want to make the kids late for their trip." You clarify with a small smile. "Besides, I gave them some homework, and we can continue tutoring next week."
Wanda hesitates, not because you are not right, but because she wanted you to stay. It's good that you can see this in the look on her face, because it makes the presence of her angry ex-husband in the room less embarrassing.
"Come on, Wanda, she's right. The boys deserve a little rest on the holiday." Vis comments, but Wanda doesn't give him much more than an impatient look.
"I'll walk you to the door." She says deciding to ignore Vision, and you hesitate but decide not to contradict.
Once outside, you offer her a small smile, "I guess I'll see you next week, Wanda."
But it is Wanda's turn to hesitate before she lets go of the knob and grabs your collar, pulling your face against hers. You grunt softly into the kiss, wrapping her waist around you for a second before she breaks with an affected sigh.
"This is how you say goodbye to me now." She orders and you nod affectedly, resisting the urge to kiss her again. "What are you doing tonight?"
Your mind is a complete blur, especially since Wanda is so beautiful and close and has just kissed you hard in the ajar doorway through which her ex-husband can surely see from the living room, but you mumble softly that you are free. She bites a smile.
"One of my wishes was to have the courage to ask a crush on a date." She confesses in a mixture of shyness and mischief, her lips brushing against yours. "Would you take me out on a date tonight?"
"I-I would love to." You murmur immediately, your chest heated with excitement. Wanda steals one, two, intense kisses that make your heart race and your stomach fill with butterflies.
"I guess you're doing me tonight." She jokes against your lips, making you chuckle affectedly before kissing her again and finally parting. "Hey, eight o'clock. Don't be late."
"I wouldn't dream of it." You assure, stealing one last quick kiss before pulling away to leave.
Anyway, as soon as Vis has left with the boys, Wanda appears at your front door. She brought a bottle of wine that you won't even remember to open, but that should be enough of a date. Besides, you will have other opportunities.
Summary: The one where Reader has been tutoring the twins for a few months, and not falling in love with the stunning Wanda Maximoff is an impossible task. | Requested by @abimess .
Warnings: Lots of fluff and domesticity, attempted humor and bad jokes, Milf!Wanda being adorable and a gay disaster, unspecified age gap, some mentions of low self-esteem and signs of an abusive past-relationship, kissing and making out, and Dom!Wanda allusions and implicit smut. || Words: 4.063k
General Masterlist || AO3 || Wattpad
--//--
When Agatha reassigned you to the mentorship of the Maximoff Twins, you were apprehensive about the proximity of their residences.
Since you started working at the Salem Institute, all your students were from the city center, and you were used to the subway ride of at least twenty minutes, the practice of having a cold drink at the local coffee shop became a treasured hobby over time.
But almost six months ago, a new family had moved into the empty house four doors down from your own, and apparently, as soon as they were stabilized, the matriarch looked for school assistance for the children. Billy and Tommy were in elementary school, and both have considerable difficulty in class - most likely because of the switch from homeschooling to the new model.
At first, you were afraid to give up your routine to attend to the Maximoffs, but besides Agatha insisting that you were the most viable option because of the proximity, you met the boys' mother at the street fair.
Wanda Maximoff was something else.
A few years older than you, and undeniably gorgeous. She was distracted by the shopping list and didn't notice that she hadn't backed the shopping cart up properly, but you stopped the little metal vehicle before it crashed and splattered her fruits. She gave a relieved laugh, promptly going to thank you, and you were so charmed by her smile that you couldn't help but introduce yourself.
"Oh, you're tutor that Agatha mentioned!" She suddenly recognized you, and you blinked curiously as Wanda started babbling about having gone to the institute after teachers, and Agatha having shown her on her computer dozens of options. You made a mental note about commenting to Agatha about digital security before focusing your attention completely on Wanda.
And after spending practically the entire morning chatting away with your new neighbor while you were shopping for vegetables together, you couldn't help but agree and immediately assure her that you would be tutoring the twins.
That was four months ago.
Now, you know as much about Wanda as Billy and Tommy know mathematics.
For instance, she is a writer and works from home practically every day - except when she has some appointment at the Agency - so she was always around when you were helping the twins with their studies. She has iced tea in the afternoon, and always saves a place for you at breakfast if you schedule a weekend study session. Wanda has tried to go vegetarian eight times in the last few months, three times in the same week, always having to restart the habit because she forgot her own eating commitments. She also loves Sitcoms - this you found out because you went to say goodbye one afternoon, and when you knocked on her office door you found her watching an episode during a business meeting, and she just raised a finger in front of her lips in a request for a secret and you laughed lightly, imitating an oath in front of your chest.
Wanda was also getting divorced.
His name was Jarvis Vision Stark, and although he was apparently a good father, he didn't seem to be such a good husband. He didn't do anything wrong as far as you know, but you concluded that he was no good at being a husband because he was never around, and if someone has the chance to be with Wanda Maximoff and chooses to be somewhere else, that person must have some problem with them.
As far as you can tell, in all those hours you spent with her, falling in love with Wanda was inevitable. If you stayed around her adorably clumsy and inquisitive personality, there was no other way out. She was simply the most charming woman you knew, and these were just the facts.
On Thursdays, the twins had judo class. And this week, the holiday weekend was with Vision. So you scheduled the class for a later time, having enough time to visit your favorite coffee shop and read a book in the afternoon.
Wanda apparently had the same idea.
The whole place suited her very well indeed. You hadn't even entered the shop yet, catching a glimpse of the older woman through the glass window - focused on a book and biting the tip of a pen, her red hair cascading down and making it almost impossible to recognize her. - and swallowing the nervousness that suddenly rose in your stomach, you made your way inside, and while your drink was ready, you built up the courage to approach.
Then of course Wanda got up to throw some writing drafts in the trash at the same moment you appeared behind her.
"Shit! I'm so sorry!" She apologized frantically, her eyes wide as she tried to diminish the stained mess on the front of your shirt with small napkins she grabbed from the table and making you blush more from the touch than from the curious glances from the other customers.
Wanda seemed to get more beautiful every time you looked at her, and her clumsiness got a soft laugh out of you.
"Don't worry, Miss Maximoff, it will dry." You tease, and she sighs but makes a small grimace at the stain on your blouse.
"I told you Wanda was fine." She retorts, quickly throwing the dirty napkins away and turning to grab her belongings. "Come on, I can't look at the mess I've made on such a lovely shirt."
Despite your insistence that there is no problem, you neither resist the gentle tug Wanda gives on your sleeve, nor refuse to accompany her all the way back to her house, where you exchange a few words about sharing a taste for the local coffee, or the tranquility of the environment for reading and writing that shop provides.
You even asked Wanda about switching the office to a place with other people, but she explained that she needed a change of scenery to get inspiration for the last few chapters of a story she was working on as she opened the door and guided you to the laundry room.
"Let's just make sure the stain doesn't stay, honey." She says as she opens the door and you follow her half-heartedly, suddenly realizing that this must be the first time you've been alone with her in her house. Wanda bends down to pick up some cleaning products and places them on the counter before turning her attention back to you. "Can you..."
"Oh, sure." You immediately agree, letting your nerves control your actions, and without much thought, you pull your shirt out in one motion.
Wanda's eyes widen, frozen at the sight of your torso covered only by a sports top. The redness in her face makes yours warm as well.
"I-I was going to suggest the bathroom. And a robe. " She remarks breathlessly, and it's your turn to widen your eyes, but your embarrassment is short-lived, because Wanda clears her throat, and looks down, holding out her hand for you to hand her the item.
She decides to start working on the stain, and you shift the weight of your feet as you watch her, unsure exactly what to do with your hands.
"Thank you for that again, Miss Maximoff. It was nice of you." You mumble trying to fill the tense silence between you, but Wanda gives a short laugh, raising her eyes from the fabric to you.
"Was it nice to knock coffee on you?" She retorts with amusement, and it's your turn to chuckle, scratching behind the back of your neck as the awkward tension dissipates between you.
"It was no big deal, Miss Maximoff."
She makes a small grimace. "Wanda." She insists again, and you notice the way her gaze falls to your cleavage for a micro second and the intensity of her irises makes your legs wobble. You offer her a small smile before repeating.
"Wanda."
She smiles and turns her attention back to your shirt. Not wishing for the awkward silence to return, you try to pull up a subject while she works. And in less than two minutes you are laughing at her stories.
“[...] Monica was so worried about the whole divorce thing, and I just surprised her with almost twelve thousand words about why marriage is humanity's worst invention." She tells it with an easy smile on her lips, which you share.
Monica has been Wanda's agent since she published her first book - a clichéd novel about the unusual love of a witch and a robot - and now, almost ten years later, she was one of the best friends of the redhead in front of you. You didn't know her in person, but you had seen Wanda talking to her by video call and on the phone a few times.
Wanda leaves your wet shirt to dry and mimics your position of leaning your back on the machine with your arms crossed on the opposite side, your feet a few inches away from each other.
"That sounds like a bestseller." You joke, making her laugh softly. She shrugs her shoulders.
"We won't publish it, but it sure helped me get something off my chest." She says half thoughtfully. "I don't know, it's been two weeks since I signed the papers, and I still..." But Wanda shuts up, shaking her head and sighing. "Sorry, I'm babbling. You don't care about that."
"Hey, it's okay." You assure her as gently as you can, adjusting your posture against the cabinet behind you, but resisting the urge to touch her. "You can vent all you want, I don't care. Or rather, I do. About everything you tell me, I mean."
She raises surprised but impressed eyes to you. And you smile, but Wanda raises an eyebrow.
"Are you sure this is professional?" She asks, and you almost feel embarrassed, but a mischievous smile appears on her lips that makes you understand that she is only joking. To your momentary hesitation, she adds, "Listening to your students' mother whine in the laundry room?"
You chuckle slightly at the description, shaking your head a little. "Well, the contract says I'm here to help." You comment, assuming a thoughtful fake expression. "I suppose serving as a liquor depot is my job..."
Wanda grunts guiltily, kicking your foot gently and making you laugh. "Jerk." She grumbles and you shrug.
"And on top of that getting cursed at, such a toxic work environment." You mock, getting a laugh from the redhead who shakes her head in disbelief.
"Shut up." She mutters with her arms crossed, and your laughter gradually ceases, until the noise of the machine is the only sound besides your soft breathing.
You and Wanda look away from your shoes to each other almost at the same time, dancing around the next subject as you exchange little smiles. You clear your throat a moment later, moving your hands to the countertop and squeezing the wood gently.
"So, if it's okay for you, I'll stay around until the boys' class time." You suggest but Wanda isn't even listening. Her gaze lost on your chest, because of course you had to have leaned in like that and she was just staring discourteously, and without any self-control. You let out a confused laugh, "Wanda?"
She turned as red as her hair, looking away so quickly it only made it more obvious what she was doing.
"I-I..." She tried to formulate a line of thought, grimacing at her own disaster, and sighing in frustration. "I'm sorry. What did you say?"
You laughed, short and impressed. "My class. With the boys, this afternoon. Is it okay if I wait?"
"Oh, sure. Of course." She agrees nodding and swallows dryly as you cross your arms, an expression of virtual delight at having caught her in the act on your face. She clears her throat, trying to regain her composure. "If you're hungry, I can prepare something for us."
You deny it with a nod. "No way Wanda, you already washed my clothes today. I'm not going to make you cook for me." You comment humorously, but she gestures quickly.
"Don't be ridiculous, it was my fault. And it's no problem at all, let's go make us something, I clearly ruined your afternoon meal." She retorts and is leaving the laundry room so quickly that you have no way of denying it - no idea at all that Wanda needed to get out of such a small space before she did something she could regret.
Wanda was going to try to busy herself with food, but the third time she found your exposed chest as she turned around for some pot or supply, she let out a frustrated sigh.
"Okay, you need a shirt." She stated seeming to speak more to herself than to you, who scratched behind your head awkwardly, looking at her with confusion. "Just wait here, I'll be right back."
She disappears for a few minutes, and you busy yourself with the delicious cookies she left on the counter. Wanda returns with a shirt in hand, and you smile at her mischievously as you are caught eating her treats, making her smile affectionately.
"Worse than children when left alone, I see." She jokes getting a soft chuckle from you as she hands you the shirt. The return dies on your tongue as you slip the fabric over your neck, and the garment smells like Wanda and is at the very least intoxicating. She doesn't seem to notice your hesitation, distracted as she goes back to preparing the snacks she started before you left.
You clear your throat after a moment. "And I noticed these are vegetarian options." You comment approaching her at the counter as she cuts the tomatoes. "Is it for real this time?" You tease.
"Hey!" She giggles, throwing her shoulders against yours lightly. "I'm going to make it this time."
"I know you will, honey. I believe in you every time." You murmur sincerely, and you can't help but let your gaze linger on Wanda, especially as you listen to the soft sigh she lets out and notice the way her fingers tremble at the snack preparation.
You lick your lips, trying to think of something else when Wanda asks you to get the plates and you decide to take your cue before you confess something you might regret.
Soon, you both have vegetarian sandwiches in hand as you stand side by side at the countertop.
"Wanda, I really appreciate the gesture, but this tastes really bad." You declare and she is laughing heartily, throwing her head back and you are following her.
Wanda just takes the disastrous attempt at a vegetarian snack from your hands and throws both items in the trash, before going to the cabinets, and soon returning with a package of snacks.
"Here. Not another word about it." She says as she opens the package between you, the very delicious chips forgotten because you notice an almost sad or disappointed glint pass through her eyes, and you ignore the food to move a finger to her chin, asking her to meet your gaze again. The gesture surprises her a little, making her blush, but she doesn't pull away.
"Hey, it's just a sandwich." You comment, studying her face after whatever she was hiding, and Wanda let outs a humorless chuckle, trying to lower her face, but your touch escalates - your hand moves to her cheek and Wanda almost shudders, using all her mental control not to lean in. "You can talk to me, Wanda."
She swallows dryly, hesitating only for a second, and though she is twiddling her fingers nervously, she confesses without stammering, "It's stupid, but I wanted to prove that I can do it." She murmurs, and to your half-confused but patient expression for her explanation, she continues after a soft sigh. "I had a plan, a bucket list. All the way from high school. Like I said, stupid. Vis thought it was childish. I think I believed him because I gave up on most of them, but then we started fighting and I thought I could try those things again. Then he said I couldn't accomplish any of it because I can't even maintain a marriage, and I guess he must be right because I'm a disaster at that and-"
"Hey, hey, stop it." You cut off seriously, moving your other hand to her left cheek. "Don't talk about yourself like that, it's not true."
She let out a short laugh. "Come on, I just destroyed your favorite shirt."
You raise an eyebrow. "How do you know it's my favorite shirt?" Wanda hesitates, looking away and opening her mouth, but no explanation comes out. You laugh, shaking your head. "God, you're so cute."
Wanda looks at you in surprise, but you stroke her cheeks, and the touch is too good for her to question anything. However, she lowers her gaze and you sigh softly.
"Hey, look at me, Maximoff." You ask and wait for her to obey, offering a small smile when the green orbs return to yours. "You can do anything, Wanda. From writing incredible stories to completing a high school bucket list. Those are just sandwiches, and it was just a drinking accident. It doesn't prove anything about you. And god, I knew there was something very wrong with your ex, only a complete asshole would try to manipulate you like that, or worse, leave someone like you."
You blurt out, and Wanda blinks in surprise.
"Like me?" She insists, and since you've already said too much, you just continue.
"Yeah, someone so incredible, beautiful, and funny. I always have such a great time around you, and it seems so unbelievable that you're getting divorced because if I had the chance I would never leave. I would stay, for all the afternoons when you almost destroyed the printer, or set the kitchen on fire. I can hardly imagine how lucky I must be to wake up next to you every morning, or to spend the day with you, listening to you talk, and laugh, or hear your stories! It feels like a dream, and I don't understand how anyone-"
Wanda cuts you off, suddenly moving forward. You choke on a sigh as her lips press against yours, and it's messy and hungry as if she's afraid of you slipping away.
She moans softly at the feel of your tongue on hers once you kiss her back, but it gets calmer soon after until air is needed and you part with gasping breaths.
"That was even better than I imagined." She confesses with her eyes closed, getting a small laugh from you.
"Did you imagine it often?" You tease, and it's her turn to laugh, opening her eyes at you.
"You have no idea." She assures you before bringing your lips together again.
Making out in the kitchen was definitely not your plan for this afternoon, but you weren't complaining one bit. Not when Wanda felt so fucking good between you and the countertop, the warm, low sighs she let escape between one kiss and the next, the steady hands on your shoulders as yours became bold beneath your blouse.
Wanda's legs firmed around you once you lift her up to sit on the marble, and as you moved your kisses down her jaw and neck, missing her satisfied smile because you both have your eyes tightly closed, your hands wrapped around her covered breasts.
"Oh." She moaned affected, shuddering against you, who just squeezed softly and managed another deep moan as her hips went forward.
It was probably too fast, but neither you nor Wanda seemed very willing to stop, especially since the sensation was so addictive. She pulled your face back, sliding her tongue into your mouth and making your head spin.
You squeezed her breasts hard, swallowing her moans before running one hand down your body, your fingers scratching their way down her pants and working the buttons.
And then a car noise made Wanda push you away.
"Fuck, not now." She grunted annoyed, loosening her legs around you, and climbing down from the countertop. You blinked in confusion, mind clouded with arousal, but the sound of the vehicle parking at the front door and children's voices made you react, and start working on your crumpled clothes as Wanda was doing. She finished wiping off her smudged lipstick a second before the door opened, and two little boys rushed in through the front door.
"Wanda?" It was a male voice, and she tensed beside you before shouting that she was in the kitchen. She turned her face to you, exchanging a quick glance before disappearing into the living room.
You overheard the conversation - strained mutterings that were getting louder until you heard the door and the sounds became muffled again, suggesting that Wanda had gone out onto the balcony with her ex-husband.
Taking your cue, you made your way upstairs, deciding that you were going to give the kids some homework before you left. No chance of you teaching anything after what you just did in the kitchen.
Billy and Tommy were equally surprised and happy to see you, although the excitement died down a bit as soon as you left the homework with them. The boys went back to packing for their holiday with their father, and you said goodbye.
Vision and Wanda were back in the living room when you came downstairs, and it was at least embarrassing the look you received from the man with his arms crossed in the corner of the room.
"Good afternoon, Miss L/N." Greeted the man, and you merely nodded.
"Hey, Mister Stark. Good afternoon." You say, turning your gaze to the redhead who is approaching you. "Wanda, I'll be going." You let her know, surprising her.
"But what about the lesson?"
"I don't want to make the kids late for their trip." You clarify with a small smile. "Besides, I gave them some homework, and we can continue tutoring next week."
Wanda hesitates, not because you are not right, but because she wanted you to stay. It's good that you can see this in the look on her face, because it makes the presence of her angry ex-husband in the room less embarrassing.
"Come on, Wanda, she's right. The boys deserve a little rest on the holiday." Vis comments, but Wanda doesn't give him much more than an impatient look.
"I'll walk you to the door." She says deciding to ignore Vision, and you hesitate but decide not to contradict.
Once outside, you offer her a small smile, "I guess I'll see you next week, Wanda."
But it is Wanda's turn to hesitate before she lets go of the knob and grabs your collar, pulling your face against hers. You grunt softly into the kiss, wrapping her waist around you for a second before she breaks with an affected sigh.
"This is how you say goodbye to me now." She orders and you nod affectedly, resisting the urge to kiss her again. "What are you doing tonight?"
Your mind is a complete blur, especially since Wanda is so beautiful and close and has just kissed you hard in the ajar doorway through which her ex-husband can surely see from the living room, but you mumble softly that you are free. She bites a smile.
"One of my wishes was to have the courage to ask a crush on a date." She confesses in a mixture of shyness and mischief, her lips brushing against yours. "Would you take me out on a date tonight?"
"I-I would love to." You murmur immediately, your chest heated with excitement. Wanda steals one, two, intense kisses that make your heart race and your stomach fill with butterflies.
"I guess you're doing me tonight." She jokes against your lips, making you chuckle affectedly before kissing her again and finally parting. "Hey, eight o'clock. Don't be late."
"I wouldn't dream of it." You assure, stealing one last quick kiss before pulling away to leave.
Anyway, as soon as Vis has left with the boys, Wanda appears at your front door. She brought a bottle of wine that you won't even remember to open, but that should be enough of a date. Besides, you will have other opportunities.
Author’s Note: So here it is! My entry for Day 26 of the Choices May Challenge; due to my imagination running rather wild, I have decided to split this fic into more than two parts, so I apologise that this specific part is shorter than originally planned. In addition to this, though this one shot turned three-part fic is Kamilah x Amy centered, this particular part focuses on a conversation between Adrian and Kamilah - I thought that it would be nice to portray the aftermath of Amy’s departure on Kamilah, in addition to how Adrian would try to fix things between two of his closest friends. Part III should be out in the next couple of days - at least before Monday.
Thank you @mrskamilxh for the prompt suggestion - I’m sorry that this has taken me so long to write!
Part I of ‘A Terrible Mistake’ can be found here… please read this BEFORE part two, otherwise none of this will make any sense.
Summary: A couple of days after Amy moved out of Kamilah’s penthouse, the pair are unwittingly brought together by Adrian. But before Kamilah can attempt to make amends with the woman she loves, she has to explain herself to Adrian.
Kamilah stands in the middle of Adrian’s office, her arms folded firmly across her chest.
‘Amy hasn’t exactly been very responsive to my messages… and has pretty much ignored every attempt I have made to contact her.’
‘I haven’t told Amy anything,’ he meets her with a reassuring smile, ‘as far as she is aware, you are currently in Prague chairing a briefing with the Vice President of Ahmanet Financial.’
‘That’s a rather elaborate excuse,’ she pinches the bridge of her nose, shaking her head in whimsical befuddlement, ‘you may as well have lied to her.’
‘I would never lie to Amy,’ he takes a seat at his desk, reaching up to adjust his tie, ‘you may be my closest friend, Kamilah, but I value my friendship with her; she has been a good friend to me over the past year, and that’s something that I do not wish to lose. She trusts me to be honest with her.’
He meets her eyes for a moment, but it is not long before she looks away, glancing down at her blouse. She tugs at the hem, straightening the creases as she fixes her appearance.
‘I wish I could say the same…’
He regards her with a sympathetic gaze, frowning slightly at her response.
‘She’ll come around, Kamilah; you just have to give her time.’
‘I’m afraid that it’s not that simple, Adrian,’ she sighs defeatedly, tucking her hands under the fabric of her blazer, ‘this isn’t some playground spat.’
A/N: sorry for the wait again but it’s my decision to split the finale into two that makes it work for me and for my readers. Hope you enjoy and working on finale now! Stay tuned! Hope you enjoy.
Alice glanced at Lysimachus, entering his human mind with ease. Her voice echoing in his mind as he stepped back and then glanced at her, curtly nodding to him. ‘Listen to me. Time is short and you must do as I say. You must get to the others and offer your blood. I know your still weak and not ready to do such a thing but it’s the only way we all walk out of here.’
‘I will. I know the costs. I’ve lost too many friends to war.’ Lysimachus answered in his head. Nodding to her.
Alice charged, using a physic blast to knock Gaius and Cleopatra out of her way as she went after Dorian. Kamilah taking out the Royal guards near her, distracting them for Lysimachus sake. Slicing her way pass two before rolling over the third and snapping his neck. Making easy work of them compared to the past times she had sparred with them.
Lysimachus sprinting across, dropping his shoulder into the Dorians follower guarding the group, knocking him into the wall behind him, lysimachus quickly stepping on his throat and twisting his leg to break his neck. Fighting two more guards, his experience in war no match for dorians weaker followers as he sliced their backs before decapitating his enemies. Their heads rolling towards Lily.
‘And I thought Kamilah was good at removing heads in style.’ She chuckled, finding the humour in the most bizarre of situations like usual. Lysimachus staring at her in confusion. ‘Hey. Get me out will you.’ She held her hands up and Lysimachus cut her bindings. ‘Thank god. I only agree when there is a hot girl involved.’
‘Not the time Lily.’ Serafine was released from her bindings, helping Cal out of his. ‘We need to cut down their numbers and isolate Gaius, Cleopatra and Dorian.’
‘Alice is isolating them.’ Lily saw Alice fighting all three with precision, having no issue holding the three of them at bay with her experience. ‘We all know what to do.’
Lysimachus knelt and offered his wrist to Adrian who nodded before sinking his teeth into him, feeding off him before breaking free of his shackles. He charged at Gaius and threw him into a nearby pillar. Serafine feeding off nearby guard with lily. Regaining their strength and rejoining the battle. Katherine escaping her binds, and sprinting across to Alex, cupping his cheek as she saw his injuries. ‘Your not joining the fighting, your in no shape.’
‘I must, they need me.’ Alex insisted. Getting to his feet weakly before falling forward into Katherines arms. ‘I have to prevent Kamilah.’
‘Prevent?’
‘My step mother warned me that time could break if I failed to stop her when it mattered.’
Katherine pulled him out the way, insisting. ‘We’ll be safe here.’
Alex saw Nik pass him, aiming up Cleopatra and firing, a bolt going through her hand as she went to stab Kamilah in the back who was fighting one of Dorian’s sorcerers. ‘Not today.’
Kamilah cut the throat of the sorcerer before driving a dagger for cleopatras chest. ‘I trusted you and you betrayed my family.’ She was surprised how quick Cleopatra moved for a new vampire.
Alice ducked underneath a fire ball Dorian launched, weaving around his guards as they attacked her, focusing on her. She was shot in the back as she cut down the last one, falling to her knees, reaching behind her and ripping it out before seeing how tired and quickly launching it back and taking him out. ‘You and me. Let us end this.’
‘I’m never alone.’ Dorian smirked, Alice watching as Gaius impaled Adrian and subdued Serafine and Lily. Leaving Kamilah and her as the only vampires standing. Cal taking down the last royal guard before Gaius launched himself at the werewolf, Cal throwing him off before collapsing when she saw how bloody his fur was and Gaius’s Roman blade covered in blood and fur.
Kamilah was pushed back by Cleopatra and Gaius to be beside Alice. Lysimachus being forced back by Katherine to hide as Nik was shot in the back by guards.
Dorian, Gaius and Cleopatra charged, Alice and Kamilah fighting back to back, stopping their strikes, Alice feeling Dorian’s anger as he tried to enter her mind again but she threw it back at him, getting into his head and messing with him enough to distract him and she grabbed Kamilah’s dagger from her back pocket and stabbed him with force. Slamming him into the pillar across the room. Gaius heistating as Kamilah sliced all the way up his arm, Alice seeing Cleopatra taking advantage of Kamilah stretched out in her attack and Kamilah was sprayed in blood.
‘No!’ Kamilah dropped her daggers and caught Alice, impaled by a fire spear. Alice gritted her teeth as she pulled it out, her body not healing.
Dorian pounced, stabbing Alice with a stake. Kamilah screaming, Alice’s body vanishing before her very eyes. A rage filling Kamilah, Serafine feeling it as she managed to get to her feet. ‘No Kamilah!’ But it fell on deaf ears as Kamilah lost it, stabbing Cleopatra through the skull, her head exploding as Kamilah used force to kill her cousin. Her body turning to ash, Gaius barely dodging Kamilah daggers before he felt a dagger in in the back, Kamilah suddenly behind him and she ripped a dagger up his spine, taking his ability to walk as he fell to the ground.
Kamilah spinning her daggers in her hand, scowling and fangs ready to rip through her enemy. ‘You took everything!’
Dorian opened his hand and the fire spear landed in his hand. ‘Now you know how it feels. To lose everythingl!’ Dorian charged, Kamilah weaving around his swings with speed and striking with precision, hitting all his weak spots, stabbing him over a dozen times before stabbing him in the kneecap, taking his ability to stand on his right leg. Dorian still fighting a hopeless fight. Kamilah sneering before grabbing his spear and snapping it in half, her hand wrapping around his throat. His hands wrapping around her wrist, trying to break it to prevent her squeezing. Fighting with everything he had in him to stop her.
‘Kamilah!’ Adrian tried to stop her but Kamilah grabbed his throat and tossed him aside.
Kamilah snapped his neck, and ripped out his spine. Tossing it aside like a rag as dorians corpse hit the ground, bleeding heavily. She stepped back and took a few deep breaths. Hearing Gaius groan, trying to get up as his body healed. She knelt and picked up Gaius Roman blade, letting the tip drag along the ground. Gaius crawling to escape as kamilah impaled him with his own blade. ‘You’ve made me suffer at every turn.’ Kamilah knelt in his view, moving the bale and hearing Gaius scream. Letting him suffer.
Adrian tackled Kamilah again, ‘enough. This isn’t you!’ He pinned her in a complex hold, trying to hold for as long as his strength to hold the ancient vampire. ‘Stay down Gaius.’
Gaius couldn’t reach the blade, stuck where he was. Unable to escape, at the mercy of his enemies. ‘Your all vampires. I can feel my blood through your veins.’
Serafine felt Alice’s presence as Kamilah mangled Adrians arm to escape, seeing more of Dorians followers approach her. And she let them suffer before their death, prolonging their pain and suffering as she tore them apart. Adrian watching as the darkness overtook Kamilah.
Lysimachus dropped his sword, stepping through Kamilah’s carnage, not knowing if he could stop his sister but never realising she was capable of this. Learning a new side to her, realising how different this version of Kamilah was, how harden and cold she was. Like light had turned to darkness, the flame ignited was no longer pure. He stopped and glanced at the human version of his sister, ‘forgive me.’ He whispered before passing Adrian and serafine who tried to stop him. ‘No. I can stop her.’ He insisted, brushing them off and stepping over the bodies, finally reaching his sister who slit the throat of a follower. ‘Kamilah. Stop this madness, before it’s too late. You can come back from this. This isn’t who you are.’ He pressed his hand to her shoulder, hoping he could get through to her.
‘No!’
Lysimachus watched helplessly as his sister’s red eyes and fangs scowled at him, snapping his hand before plunging her dagger deep in his chest. Kamilah not registering it was her brother, as she shoved him away.
Serafine and Adrian both leapt forward, pulling Lysimachus back before she could harm him more. She pulled out his dagger and applied pressure to his chest with some curtain. ‘You’ll be ok.’ Serafine could feel where his wound was and knew his time was short without help. But feeling helpless to stop Kamilah as she raced upstairs to continue fighting anyone who opposed her. ‘She’ll slaughter everyone if we don’t stake her.’
‘I can’t.’ Adrian felt helpless. He didn’t think Kamilah would ever turn into a monster. ‘I can’t do it.’
‘We must. And you have to do it.’ Serafine pleaded. ‘Your the only one who could get close enough.’
‘She’s my sister.’ Adrian couldn’t do it, he always saw the good in everyone. Even in their darkest moments.
‘If you don’t. Everyone will die.’ Nik walked over. ‘She’s no longer herself. Alice’s death removed the last of her humanity.’
‘She’s no longer human?’ Lily asked. ‘Because the last time I checked. She wasn’t an alien.’
‘Not the time Lily.’ Adrian scowled. Turning back to Serafine and holding out his hand. ‘I’ll try to stop her without killing her, last resort.’ Serafine handed him the stake.
‘There is no coming back from his without a miracle Adrian. We’ve seen it a thousand times and we always have to make the hard choices.’ Serafine didn’t want to kill one of her dearest friend’s either but there needed to be a decision, and she doubted Kamilah could come back from it.
‘I know. I just-’
‘You never imagined it would be Kamilah we’d have to face.’
‘Yeah…’ Adrian resigned himself into the toughest decision of his life. Unable to stop what needed to be done now. ‘I’m sorry Lysimachus.’
‘I’ll go with you.’
‘No. This is something I have to do alone.’ Adrian loosened his tie, glancing at Gaius. ‘Make sure he doesn’t follow.’ Adrian made his way upstairs, following the blood trail. Stepping over the bodies, before finally coming face to face with Kamilah. Facing down his oldest and most dearest friend, drawing the stake when he saw the slaughtering of guards and servants alike.
‘They served my enemy.’
‘Kamilah. You killed innocent people.’ Adrian answered. His hand tightening around the stake before preparing himself for the toughest battle of his life. ‘You know we don’t stand for that. You don’t stand for that. We protect them.’
‘Cleopatra took everything from me.’ Kamilah glared. “Gaius took everything from me. Dorian took everything from me.’
‘Your family-’
‘They took Alice!’ Kamilah scowled.
‘You have me. You’ll always have me. Don’t make me do this Kamilah. Please.’
Alex pushed to his feet, pushing off Katherine despite her protests. Approaching Dorian’s broken spear and picking up the pieces, binding it with his magic and holding it up. Channeling his magic through it and feeling Alice’s presence before smirking. ‘She’s alive.’
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Alice landed in a river, groaning as she pulled herself ashore. Her body broken and battered. Rolling onto her back and looking up at the night sky, the stars seemed peaceful but the smell of smoke and death told her a different story. Seeing the royal palace across the river Nile. Hearing screams and feeling pain. Holding her side as she stood, feeling blood soak her hand, picking up her sword with her free hand and stumbling forward. Struggling with injury and her body not healing at the pace she needed it too. ‘Come on. They need my help.’ She fell to her knees before forcing herself back up. Taking a deep breath and feeling how many ribs were broken in the fall.
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Continuing the wave of plagiarism that has been reported around here in recent days, I would like to leave my contribution:
This profile (shrilled_) has reposted stories, and considering that the THREE stories of mine reposted without permission and the @randomshyperson's story, equally without their permission, I imagine that all the stories there have been reposted without the permission of the respective authors.
This is disrespectful and so discouraging, there are few things for writers that can harm as much as this.
So please, if you respect the writers and our work, report this kind of behavior. Comment, spread the word, let us know. We should all come together as a community and try to fight this.
Security never saved it before. This is just the next level of difficulty and the gradual increase has only acted as training and made the Swedes unstoppable.
Well, it went via flaming arrow that one time, and tbh as a security pro there ain’t much you can do if someone shoots a flaming arrow over your head and into the goat.
Except, of course, nod in respect to your worthy and victorious opponent.
Yeah, I’m going to live-tumble my reading of this amazing wiki article. I’ll tag it “christmas goat” and “long post” if you want to block my nonsense. But you’ll miss gems like this:
But it doesn’t tell me WHO launched three successful attacks against the goats (btw there are two goats because the people who made the first goat got tired of people burning their goat, so they quit making it and another organization took up the task. The first organization started making their goat again after the second organization got into the Guinness Book of World Records for their goat’s size. So now the two groups continue to make separate goats.)
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