“Exceptional! Such A Beautiful Woman You’ve Grown Up To Be! Victor Is Such A Lucky Man!” “Mother,”

Cover Art #3(?)

Excerpt from my writings on AO3

“Vodka Martini. Lemon zest.” Stephen ordered another as he turned back to the bartender, awaiting as instructed/pleaded by Christine. Soon, as he was about to take the first sip of the stronger beverage, a clicking of heels interrupted him from the side accompanied by the sweet scent of winter fruit announcing the person who was there. “Care to join me, Miss Maximoff?”

“I’m not big on drinks,” The auburn-haired Avenger replied with a mischievous smirk but ultimately took a seat beside him.

“Any preference? I can introduce you to some options that might surprise you.” Stephen harbored an encouraging smile, turning towards her partially to hold a conversation properly.

“Something refreshing and frizzy? There’s nothing but water and local wines back at the Temple.”

“Hmm…Aperol Spritz for the lovely lady, please?” He ordered at the bartender with a polite tone.

“Thank you for the compliment,” Wanda said with a reserved smile, leaning her elbow on the marble countertop as she watched the bartender preparing her drink. “How are you?” she diverted her eyes to her side, looking at the inattentive sorcerer who seemed to be enjoying the upbeat notes judging from the movement of his feet. He turned his stormy-blue eyes to her.

“About what?”

“Attending her wedding, talking to her again? I imagine it shouldn’t be as easy as you made it out to be.”

“Observant, are we?”

“I dated a Synthezoid for a year or so,” Wanda lightheartedly giggled, thanking the bartender for her iced glass before returning to Strange “Looking for unexpressive emotions is quite a specialty for me there, Doctor.” She jested with him in a light tone, doing better whenever her mind reverted to Vision than years ago. She heard him sigh under his breath, witnessing a look of nostalgia crossing his angular-shaped face with a resigned tug at the corner of his mouth.

“Honestly? I still have some stupid notion left within that things were supposed to play out in my favor.” Admitted Strange with a heavy heart, a part of him was contented with the life that Christine chose for herself; away and safe from the things that follow the life of a sorcerer and the reality safeguard that he was entrusted by the Ancient One in her final moment, but another selfish voice still berating him for giving up and not utilizing the powers he’s possessing to take all that he wants. “But I’m truly happy for her, nonetheless.” His answer prompted a toast from Wanda which he reciprocated immediately, and they felt the burn of alcohol down their throats.

“You? Enjoy returning to the civilized world?” Stephen started with half of the cocktail settled on the countertop as well as Wanda’s, signaling to the bartender for another for both of them in advance. He watched the illumination of lights and the morning Sun play a tale on her joyous yet deeply troubled face.

“I don’t miss it as much as curious about the changes after years of isolation,” Wanda replied in a thoughtful tone, tentatively sipping the frizzy alcoholic drink while doing so as she enjoyed the refreshment brought by the mixture. “I used to live a quiet life back when I was a child, not in the crux of the bustling city and surrounded by a sea of people like this,” She gestured to their surroundings and implied towards the outside world. A nostalgically sad smile graces her crimson lips, drawing a curtain of darkness over her eyes as well as emanating a pleading chill that he could sense in such a close proximity.

The White Queen

Paint it, BLACK

"Hey, DD! Catch these Hands!"

- Peter Benjamin Parker to Matt Murdock while fighting the Hand ninjas on some random rooftop in NYC, 2025

"🅹🆄🆂🆃 🆅🅸🅶🅸🅻🅰🅽🆃🅸🅽🅶 …🅸🅻🅻🅴🅶🅰🅻🅻🆈"

[WIP] 70%

“…What was that for?” Peter whispered to her, nuzzling his nose against Kate’s.

“Making up for lost times,” Kate replied in kind, pulling him back in again for another kiss, deeper and softer than the one before, yet still filled to the brim with unspoken emotions “…I still love you, Pete.” She said with a teary smile “I love you, and I don’t know if you will accept it or not, but I still love you.” she poured her heart out in front of him and laid it bare on the metaphysical plate as her eyes search for that lingering flame her hopeful mind desperately desired to see. “Namor’s lie almost made me choke on regrets; I don’t wanna feel like that again.” She kept going, her hands caressing his face softly and playing with the stubbles “I love you, Peter Benjamin Parker.” His full name rolled off her tongue like a full-moon honey, eliciting a dorky smile on that face she adores so much “I love you.”

I WANT THIS, MCU!

A Day Off

“How’s the dinner?” Logan asked her as they walked alongside one another on the edge of the lake, cones of ice cream in their hands. Storm got her white tank top on, showing her toned stomach, and low-waistline denim jeans, braving the summer sun casually while letting her silver hair flow freely with the caressing wind. She’s a sight to behold, everybody agrees on this, and many looked up to her as a goddess justifiably.

‘You know she fancies you, right?’

‘Yeah, sure, Furball.’ He mused with a chuckle.

“It’s my mother’s idea, actually,” Ororo relayed “She's an old friend with Queen Regent Ramonda, and both agree there’s no one else the Golden Tribe should be welcome as his consort.”

“So, it’s political?”

“Well, for the most part,” Ororo replied as they kept to the shades, enjoying the sounds of children and humans around them “T’Challa was not a bad man or anything, I've known him since we were children, but we are like siblings more than anything, and his eyes are set on someone else already,”

‘So does mine,’ Ororo muttered internally as she glanced sideways towards the long-living mutant, so manly and intimidating in visage that very few get to know the soft sides of his. He was a caring person despite his hard image of a brute; most of the girls in the Institute looked at him like their uncle and she saw many instances in which Logan also acted like their overprotective father without knowing.

[ Secret Invasion Part 2: Tangled Webs | AO3 ]

Gambit

What if...

He was born to a nameless mom

The mom in question gouged out one of his eyes and sold it to someone for money, then left him

The Thieves Guild took him in, but then he got sold to a human trafficking ring

He hunted down his mother and killed her

He's been broken ever since

What if...