⚜️ Saga 0: The Ash Years
📍 Location: Abandoned Safehouse | Slovakia — Hearth Room
🕯️ Winter 2006 | Past Midnight
🎯 POV: Mixed | Dante-Focused Sensory Field
💥 Theme: Competitive closeness | Desire catalyzed by loyalty & grief
🛡 Sin System Status: Level 5 Bond Merge In Progress
"I claimed him with fire,"
"And I held him when fire left ash."
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The fire had burned low.
Orange embers caste long shadows across the floorboards, curling at the edges of their feet as if listening.
Dante sat between both women.
Shirt half-undone. Eyes shadowed. Pulse heavy beneath locked ribs.
He hadn't spoken in minutes.
Not since Wanda handed him a rune-warmed drink in silence. Not since Jean took her seat at his unclaimed side, fingers glowing faintly where they grazed the inside of his forearm.
[Sin System Invocation Logged: Twin-Bond Contact Zone]
❖ Wanda Maximoff — Primary Sync: 75.8%
❖ Jean Grey — Secondary Sync: 52.6%
Rivalry Tier: 5 | Claim Threshold NEARING
🔺 Anchor Stability: ACCEPTED STATE
Emotional Consent: Affirmed (Multi-Threaded Phase Activated)
Phase: Possessive Intimacy (Ceremonial)
No one flinched.
No one asked.
This was not madness.
This was coordination born of obsession.
✦
Wanda reached first.
Her hand skimmed across Dante's collarbone—not to brand, not to summon power. Just to be near it.
Her breath hit the shell of his ear with the precision of someone who'd reheated love for lifetimes and finally decided to ladle it out.
"You're tired," she whispered.
She slid behind him, slowly. Not sneaking. Not tame.
Simply certain.
Her arms wrapped around his chest, spine to chest. He could feel the redline rhythm of her heartbeat echo just beneath his shoulder blades.
"Let me remind you what it means to be wanted," she murmured, "not weaponized."
[Wanda Sync Surge: +3.5% → 79.3%]
Emotional Layer Engaged: 'Soulfall Touch – Heartbinding Channel Opened'
He exhaled once—tension fluttering.
Until Jean's voice cut in like satin laced with gasoline.
"He's not a relic," she said. "He doesn't need to be preserved."
Jean moved with molten sharpness, stepping closer—her fire low, under-skin, barely visible. Her hand rose—resting at Dante's jaw, thumb grazing the edge of his mouth.
"He's here—and wants to be wanted back." Her voice cracked faintly. "Let him feel that."
Then—
She kissed him. And Dante didn't stop her.
It wasn't hunger.
It was permission.
🜂
[Jean Sync Surge: +4.2% → 56.8%]
🜍 Emotional Overlay: Phoenix Imprint Reinforcement — "Consensual Ignition Triggered"
Wanda tightened behind him—but not in recoil.
She kissed him too.
But not his lips. Her mouth pressed between his shoulder blades. Gentle. Absolute.
Not a fire started.
A fire remembered.
"Let me love you," Wanda whispered into his spine, "the way the world keeps trying to make you forget you're still human."
She let her hands fall to his chest. Magic hummed gently beneath her skin. No spell cast. Just pulse-sharing. Just yes.
The tension between the three didn't snap.
It coalesced.
They bent around the command that was absence of resistance.
Dante didn't lead.
But he no longer retreated.
Their bodies met like myth over water.
One lightning-born.
One chaos-wrapped.
And one heavy with everything that survived war but never knew how to be touched in peace.
✦
By the time Jean straddled him, pressing him back to Wanda's chest, her fingers shaking as she unfastened his belt in silence—there was no confusion left.
Magic didn't flare.
It fused.
Wanda trailed kisses along Dante's jaw while Jean mapped holy shapes down his throat with her tongue like she was translating longing into litany.
Their fire was different now.
Not rivals competing.
But devotion crossing threads.
[System Threshold Reached — Dual Touchpoint Initiated]
❖ Wanda: 81.4%
❖ Jean: 59.9%
Bond Field = Harmonized Circle Phase | Overlap Activated
Dante Anchor Core Surge: 42.7% → 45.6%
Status: Contained Peak Intimacy – Emotional Registration FULL
No words.
Just gasps.
Whispers.
The reverent sound of want as worship.
Jean sank onto him, movements unhurried, sensitive—her eyes locked to Dante's like they weren't riding pleasure, but memory.
"I remember stars collapsing around us," she murmured into his chest. "But you… you never looked away."
Wanda kissed his ribs. Each one. Gently. "You came back. That's all that mattered."
Their hands met over his chest—touching each other now, briefly unafraid.
[Sin System Note: Rival Touch Threshold Crossed]
Status – "TRILOGIC TRIAD CONTACT ACHIEVED – 2.2 sec overlap"
Emotional Compression Detected: Divinity Level Quiescent
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Dante didn't command.
He let go the way only someone punished by restraint could.
And when he came to the edge—letting pleasure cross-lined with memory tear through him—he opened his mouth…
…but said no name.
Because both burned behind his eyes.
🔥 Wanda, the hearth he never had.
🔥 Jean, the star he never deserved.
And he wanted both.
Maybe not forever.
But fully.
Right now.
[Sin System Event: Anchor Integration Overclocked]
Wanda Maximoff ➤ 81.4% → 83.0%
Jean Grey ➤ 59.9% → 63.1%
Dante Anchor Integrity ➤ 42.7% → 47.8%
Emotional Status: Saturated Stable
Rival Status: Temporarily Balanced – "Unified Claim Touchpoint"
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Later.
Sheets wrinkled like the aftermath of prophecy.
Wanda lay curled on his left, face buried in his neck. Jean sprawled to his right, eyes tracking flickers on the windowpane. Her hand trailed absent-minded patterns over his stomach like spells too shy to finish.
Dante?
Eyes half-lidded. Soul elastic like silk pulled taut.
One hand on each of theirs.
Not squeezing. Not gripping.
Just anchored.
[Sin System Milestone Achieved: "Claim Not Chosen, Earned Together"]
Emotional Residue: Longing Fulfilled — Ownership Denied
Bond Memory Loop: IMPRINT LOGGED
Prefix: ❖ Storm-Bound. Flame-Kissed. Not Yet Named. Not Yet Over.
And for once…
He slept without dreams.
But not without weight.
Because he could feel it coming—
They would both rise.
Because softness this complete never lived long.
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