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kujousgf · 9 months

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I. THE PROPHECY. mdni. 18+. series masterlist

pairings: wanda maximoff + mutant!reader

summary: wanda finds out about the prophecy and the two of you meet

warnings: none

wc: 2.8k~

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The last thing Wanda expected during her Sunday afternoon downtime was to be called into an emergency meeting. She had made it very clear that if she were to join the Avengers, she needed a few days to herself, to just be Wanda and not the Scarlet Witch, and Sunday was one of them. So, to say she was surprised when Tony called over the intercom that they needed her in the war room would be an understatement.

“This had better be good, Stark. I just put some pasta on the stove, and if it boils over because of this–” Wanda pauses, brows furrowed as she steps into the room– “Agatha. I wasn’t expecting to see you today. What’s… going on?” She asks slowly, looking around and seeing that everyone is already gathered around the table. As she steps closer, she realizes that they’re looking at a photo on the desk. Specifically, she realizes they are looking at a photograph of the Darkhold. “What is that doing here?” She knows she shouldn’t be so harsh, that the Darkhold isn’t actually anywhere near her, but she can’t help it.

“Wanda, dear, don’t be like that. Come sit down.” Agatha ignores her question and pulls out a chair for her to sit in. Wanda takes a deep breath and softens considerably. Agatha has been like a mother figure to her since she’d been rescued from that small Transian town near the mountains of Wundagore, and she tells herself that there’s no need to be upset with her, that Agatha must have a perfectly reasonable explanation for this. She starts to walk closer as she reminds herself that everything is fine, “I would prefer to stand.” She crosses her arms over her chest and peers down at the photo.

Agatha gives her a knowing glance and sighs, “Alright, dear, if you’re sure.” She knows how Wanda must be feeling right now, she knows that she would have recognized the book from the photograph, and she hopes that this isn’t dragging up any unsavory memories for the younger witch. “Recently, there has been a change in the earth’s ley lines. I have been monitoring it for a few days now trying to uncover the source and unfortunately, it’s much worse than I could have thought.” Agatha speaks up, addressing everyone in the room.

“The earth’s ley lines? Magic. There’s been a change in the earth’s magic?” Tony speaks up, gesturing with his hands as he talks. “Can’t you just do some hocus pocus and fix that all up? What’s this meeting for?”

“I wish it were that simple, Tony. That photo on the table is a picture of one of the pages of the Darkhold–” Agatha turns to Wanda now– “Do you know what that says, Wanda?” And Wanda reluctantly looks at the words in the picture instead of staring at it blankly. It’s not in English or Romanian, but for some reason, she feels like she recognizes what it’s saying. “Yes, maybe? I don’t know.” She reaches down and picks up the photograph now that she’s sure that the Darkhold isn’t able to sink its talons into her through it and studies the words: यदा अन्धकारमाता उत्थाय अग्रजदेवं छथोन् आह्वयति तदा आकाशं हरितं भविष्यति, कालस्य अन्तः च समीपं गमिष्यति।.

Her fingers dance over the text and she lets the words sink in even though she could not read them out loud in their original language even if she tried. Her tongue feels heavy as she speaks, “When the Dark Mother rises and calls upon the Elder God Chthon, the skies shall turn green and the end of time draw near,” she swallows harshly. That is not a name she wanted to hear again, “The Lovers, born from the Mother, the Hunter and from Chthon, the Witch, are bound by eternity. Only when the Hunter walks in the Light and the two Lovers join will the apocalypse fall.”

Wanda feels her blood run cold. She was a witch created by Chthon, perhaps the witch created by Chthon, but that is not a reality she wants. She can feel everyone’s eyes on her now that she’s done speaking and she looks up, “No.” She says simply, placing the photograph back on the table. Agatha frowns, “I know you may not like it, but this is not just a fairytale in the Darkhold, Wanda. Lilith has already risen and if we have any hope of stopping her we need you.”

When Wanda stays silent, Agatha continues, “The change in the ley lines that I was sensing is from the dark energy that Lilith radiates. Although she has only been on our plane for a few days, she has been able to manipulate the ley lines completely without even trying. Her strength is something that I fear will only grow if we do not act in time. I have not been able to pinpoint her exact location, but I have at least reached out to the Hunter. I know this is a big favor to ask, but it’s not just Wanda that we need. If we are to fight off Lilith’s army and save this universe, we are going to need the Avengers' help.”

“I am not a character in Chthon’s damned book, I am a person, Agatha!” Wanda snaps. She feels like a teenager acting out against her mother, but when she heard that this Hunter had already been contacted she couldn’t help her little outburst. She has no interest in fulfilling anything that book has to prophesize because prophecy be damned, she is not letting Him tell her who she is anymore. She turns on her heel and walks out of the room before Agatha can get another word in, she doesn’t want to hear it.

“Looks like Vision here’s not your real loverboy!” Tony jokes, “hope this one’s handsome.. And a little less metal!” He calls out to her as he watches her storm out of the room. He has to stifle a laugh when she raises her right hand and gives him the middle finger. Natasha rolls her eyes, “Don’t be an ass, Tony,” before she follows behind the witch.

Wanda hates that how she's been feeling for the past couple of weeks seems to be explained so simply in two sentences of that stupid book. “The Lovers, what a joke,” she mumbles to herself. Things with Vision have never felt exactly right, but she didn't think anything was supposed to feel that way. These past couple of weeks, though, have felt increasingly not right. So maybe she's been avoiding him both at the compound and at the tower… and she's been requesting specifically not to be teamed up with him if it could be helped.

She had been chalking it up to the fact that even though she loves Vision, she just doesn't love him like that and she'd just been happy to know that someone would always be on her side. Tony’s comment struck a nerve. She knows he was only teasing, but he was right. She did want something a little less… metal and a little more human. She just hates to think that her feelings are not her own and that somehow, some way, she'd been influenced by that damned book.

That does not, however, mean that she wants this Hunter person.

She lets out another little huff before walking into her room, slamming the door shut but not locking it. She knew the red headed assassin would be following her and she'd never say no to a little comfort from one of her favorite people.

The Avengers compound, not tower, you realize as you drive up the unnecessarily long driveway. It’s been two days since you received the letter from Agatha and perhaps you took a little longer than you needed to get here, but for some reason, you think the witch might have predicted that. You have the stupid envelope in your hand with the picture and the note, slightly crumpled because you might have balled it up and thrown it in an attempt to forget about it.

It clearly didn’t work, though, because here you are. As you step out of the car, a black Ford Bronco you might be a little too proud of for someone who could snap their fingers and create a portal to wherever they wanted to go. The words of the prophecy float around in your mind as you walk towards the compound. The Hunter. That was you, wasn’t it? According to Agatha it was. And if you were the Hunter, then your mother was the Dark Mother and she planned on bringing about the end of the world. What a wonderful family tree so far. You can’t help but think that your actions these past 10 years might have aided in the resurrection of your mother. You shake your head, that is not something you need to think about right now.

Instead, you think about what little you know of your mother. Your mother has always been a mysterious figure in your life. The only experiences you have with her are in your dreams and you don’t really think that counts towards actually knowing your mother. Even if it did, you hadn’t had that type of dream in at least 8 years. You know that she died when you were a child and that no one ever wanted to let her around you or give you the chance to meet her. You have no memories of being with her, you could have been plucked from her arms as soon as you were born for all you know.

You remember hearing hushed conversations between Agatha and… someone else when you were still living with her about how your mother was growing ‘worse’ each day and that the situation was ‘getting more out of control’, but you don’t remember anything specific about what was worse and out of control. You guess this may have been what they feared happening. Everyone always seemed to fear your mother– or you turning into your mother. The teachers at the Xavier school certainly did. Not that it matters much to you, your feelings towards her are practically non-existent. She was absent, how else were you supposed to feel besides nothing?

Before you can get to the door, it’s opening and Agatha is stepping out, “Y/N, dear, I’m glad you got my letter.” She looks exactly the same as when you last saw her, if not a little older, but she certainly does not look like she’s aged 15 years. Your movements stop for just a second before you take a deep breath and continue walking towards her, “Agatha.” You nod in greeting, slipping the envelope into your back pocket and then crossing your arms over your chest. “Would you mind explaining what exactly you expect of me right now?”

“You’ve certainly grown since the last time I saw you.” She smiles and motions for you to follow her inside. She ignores your question just like she ignored Wanda’s as she begins walking with you in tow. “I assume you’ve read my note and looked at the photograph. Do you know what the book is telling you?” She glances at you and you let your arms fall to your sides before settling your hands in the front pockets of your jeans as you walk. “Yes… no, maybe? I’m not sure,” you’re not sure why you’re talking to Agatha so easily, like all these years haven’t passed, but you think you like the familiarity, “It’s a prophecy of sorts, correct? I got the gist of what it meant, but I don’t even know what language that is let alone what the words actually say. I just… understood somehow.”

Agatha hums and takes a mental note of how similar yours and Wanda’s answers were. You two may not be happy to meet each other, but the universe has always meant for you to be together, and to her this was just another piece of evidence to support that theory. This may go better than she expected. “Yes, dear. Your mother… Lilith, she wasn’t always destined for this path, but the Darkhold got her before I could stop it. I had always feared this day would come, but when she died, I assumed it wouldn’t be something you ever had to worry about. It was foolish of me, I know that now. I should have kept you with me, to prepare you for this if nothing else, and I will always regret that, but now we must face the consequences.”

You stay silent as you let her speak, afraid that if you say something it might be out of anger, something you’ve learned not to let consume you. Instead, you take in the information she’s giving you, trying to understand what exactly is so dire that she contacted you out of the blue like this. And trying not to think about the fact that you wish she had contacted you because she wanted to, not because she had to.

Agatha continues, “This, of course, makes you the Hunter. You are Lilith’s only child and one of the only people that can put a stop to her. I understand that this is a lot to take in, but I really do think that stepping into the Light, even if only for this, will be something you won't regret.”

“As opposed to all the other things I've done and regretted?” You bite back before taking a breath, “don't… answer that. Alright, let's do this, shall we?”

All heads turn towards you as you enter the war room, as Agatha had called it and you let your eyes scan over every person individually, none of them give you the impression of a witch. You wonder where she could be, you assumed she'd just be waiting in here like everyone else seemed to be. “Where is she exactly?” You tilt your head inquisitively and look around.

“Oh, this is rich,” laughs a man who looks to be about 6-feet tall before he presses the button and calls from someone named Wanda. The Witch, you can only assume. ”Tony Stark. Billionaire, ex-playboy, philanthropist.” He introduces himself, and you give him an apprehensive look before nodding slightly. “Y/N, I'm not any of those.”

“You're the Hunter, though, right? I'm just gonna call you Hunter.” And you only sigh in response, you weren't aware that any of the Avengers were this arrogant… or annoying. As a way to defuse any tension before it's created, the rest of the Avengers begin introducing themselves before Natasha walks into the room. She gives you a slow once over before giving a small nod, “Hm.” and then she's walking over to lean against the wall. She sounds almost impressed. Of what, you have no idea.

It's only a few moments later that Wanda walks into the room and you turn your head to look at her. The Witch. You can sense it, the energy she radiates. The two of you make eye-contact, Wanda frozen in her spot as she sees you, for what seems like an eternity before it's interrupted by the annoying voice of Tony Stark, “turns out your new loverboy isn’t a boy at all, Maximoff! How funny is that?”

Wanda tears her eyes away from you and fights the urge to roll them, “Very funny, Stark.” She crosses her arms over her chest, “you’re the Hunter?” She doesn’t really have to ask, she already knows the answer. As soon as she laid eyes on you, she knew exactly who you were. She could feel it was you, just like you could feel it was her, and suddenly she's reminded exactly why you're here. Not by chance or coincidence, but because of some damned prophecy. She hates that stupid book and its stupid prophecies and she hates that she can tell you’re destined for each other even before you’ve spoken to her.

Your tongue darts out to wet your lips and you take a breath, the Scarlet Witch is not exactly what you were expecting her to be, “yes, but my name is Y/N in case you’d like to use it,” you give a side glance to Tony as you say your name, but he just makes a face. Perfect, it seems that name is never going to leave you.

Wanda was… breathtaking. If this were any other situation, you’re sure you would have made the decision to court her regardless of any consequences. Unfortunately, given the circumstances, you’re not sure whether that feeling is because it’s something you truly feel or because some strange book told you to. You were called the Lovers, after all. Still, you can’t deny how beautiful Wanda is.

“Alright, Y/N. I’m Wanda,” she knows that you know already, but it felt awkward not to introduce herself as well. She takes a second to ask her next question, because it’s not something she wants to talk about at all, really, “I suppose you know about the prophecy?”

#alice's series !#alice's fics !#wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x you #scarlet witch x you #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch imagine

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caroldantops · 11 months

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like a stray to the arms that were open

ship: dark!wanda maximoff x fem!reader; dark(ish)!valkyrie x fem!reader

summary/request: wanda needs a safe place for her and her pet to stay. valkyrie comes up with a compromise. for @maximotts

word count: 1.9k

warnings: smut (18+), dom!wanda, dom!valkyrie, sub!reader, dark themes (kidnapping, brainwashing), very light pet play (just the term pet and collaring), free use, fingering, overstimulation

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"Enter."

Valkyrie absentmindedly sharpens her dagger, not caring about the mess that accumulates on her desk. She watches the cloaked figure move into the room carefully, each step echoing across the tiles. You follow close behind, a shimmering red trail of light linking your bound wrists and the collar around your neck to your owner. You're dressed in a very plain, but delicate light pink silk garment that hits you just at mid-thigh. The two of you together are a stark contrast, but it's rather fitting, Valkyrie thinks.

"Thank you for meeting with me, your majesty."

"Save your formalities, Wanda," Valkyrie rests her dagger on the table and kicks up her feet, resting her hands folded together on her abdomen. "Or should I say, Scarlet Witch?"

"Well, since we're dropping the formalities, Wanda is just fine." The king gestures to the seats in front of her desk. Wanda takes one of them, and you remain standing, frozen as you wait for permission. Valkyrie watches you carefully, your gaze set hard on the handcrafted tiles beneath your bare feet. She bets you're freezing in the Nordic air, her raging fireplace at the back of her office doing little to soothe your bare skin.

But you don't complain. You don't even shiver.

You've been told to keep quiet and still and wait for your orders, so you do.

Valkyrie can imagine a laundry list of ways she'd like to test that obedience.

"Kneel," Wanda finally commands. You drop to the floor, kneeling silently beside her. She rewards you with a gentle stroke along the back of your neck, silent code for good girl.

"So, what brings you to my neck of the woods, witchy?"

You can feel Wanda's energy radiating off of her, your body and mind deeply in tune with your own by this point, and you can tell she doesn't appreciate the nickname. But, she's here to ask a favor, so she does not take the time to argue about it.

"I've come to ask if you would be able to provide a safe place to stay. I have been...forced to find somewhere where I can keep a low profile."

"This about the whole New Jersey situation?" Valkyrie raises an eyebrow. She knows little about Wanda, mainly from Thor, but a certain sorcerer won't stop contacting her with updates on "multiversal threats" as if she has time to give a shit about that.

"Partially. And some events after that." You see Wanda tap her Darkhold stained fingers against her thigh. A few moments of silence pass as Valkyrie thinks. You dare dart your eyes upwards to see her for briefly, her eyebrows furrowed deep in contemplation.

"Well, y'see you're putting me in a bit of a dicey situation," Valkyrie sighs dramatically, like she's not plagued by the thought, but rather ready to bargain. "How am I gonna be sure that you're not gonna hold New Asgard hostage?"

"I have no intentions of doing that, Valkyrie," Wanda answers firmly. "What I had there I no longer have. There's no reason to repeat it."

"Hm. I believe you, y'know, I do. But if word gets out around town that I'm helping harbor a witch on the run, my people might not be very fond of that." The magic chain attached to your collar shifts, tugging slightly as the tension in Wanda's body grows. You squeak at the pressure, and she shoots you a look. Valkyrie also looks back down at you. "Y'know, you haven't properly introduced me to this one."

"This is my pet," Wanda answers, resting a hand on your head. You take this as cue to meet Valkyrie’s intense gaze over the edge of her intricately carved desk. She leans over out of her chair to see you better, and you shrink a bit under the attention. “In my…cross universe excursions, I found her all alone, just waiting for someone to come along and take care of her. So, I did.”

You lean into Wanda’s touch as she pets you. She wasn’t lying. At least, as far as you remember. She’s flushed out the hard parts, the parts that she didn’t want your sweet little mind plagued with. You didn’t need to remember that you had another Wanda at one point, one who left you for a variant of the man that Wanda thought she wanted back so desperately.

Lost and alone, desperate for your Wanda to come back. She never would, your new Wanda had told you when she yanked you from your universe, bringing you back to a secluded house in a withering forest. She terrified you, you had no idea what it was that she wanted with you - whenever you asked, all she replied was, “You.”

Wanda turned you into her prized pet, got rid of all those early memories that were holding you back from being as compliant and obedient as she needed. Every waking moment of your current existence was dedicated to pleasing her. And hers was now dedicated to keeping you safe.

“Interesting,” Valkyrie hums, sizing you and Wanda up. You can see the gears turning in her head, and you know that there’s no doubt that Wanda is peeking into the King’s mind. But, she doesn’t say anything, just waits for her to bring the thoughts up, which of course, Valkyrie does. “I think that I can manage to house you without raising any suspicions, witch. But you’ve got to sweeten the pot for me.”

“Just say what you want already,” Wanda says, face stoic.

“I let you live here, and you - ” Valkyrie points teasingly at Wanda. “ - let me play with your little pet here. Whenever I want.”

You can’t help but dart your eyes up to your owner. Wanda shows no signs of emotion on her face, not allowing you or Valkyrie to get any sense of where her head is at. Your body shivers at the idea of Valkyrie toying with you. Wanda doesn’t miss it, tugging the magic leash and making you squeak again.

“I scratch your back, you scratch mine, yeah?” Valkyrie chuckles as Wanda continues to sit in silence.

“Angel,” Wanda speaks to you. You perk up at her acknowledgement. “You would do anything I asked of you, right? Because you’re my good girl?”

“Yes, mommy,” you answer with no hesitation.

Wanda nods, like she knew the answer anyway. Or rather, would’ve decided despite your response. She turns back to Valkyrie.

“Deal. As long as I’m present.”

“Course, wouldn’t want me to snatch her away from ya,” Valkyrie grins, offering her hand across the table as if she’s just secured a fancy business deal. Wanda can’t help but roll her eyes as she shakes it. “Can’t wait to break her in. Actually, why even wait?”

“You’re cashing in already?”

“I did say whenever I want, didn’t I?”

“You did,” Wanda breaks the magic tethering you to her. You look up for her guidance of what you’re supposed to do, but you don’t have to sit wondering long. Valkyrie comes around the table and lifts you off the ground with no effort at all, tugging you to bend over the side of the table.

“C’mon, cupcake, gotta give your mommy a nice view huh?” Valkyrie whispers in your ear as she runs her hands up your bare thighs. She leans away from you to push your slip up over your ass and is pleased to see you’re completely bare underneath. “Wanda trying to freeze you in this weather, love? Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up in no time.”

You’re putty in her hands as she kisses up your spine, leaving small bites along the way that make you squirm against her hold. You feel her laugh against your skin as you wiggle, murmuring to herself how pretty you’re gonna look all bruised up.

“You like that, baby? You like my mouth on you?”

Your eyes dart to Wanda yet again. “Answer her, sweetheart. You can speak if she addresses you.”

“Yes…” You’re unsure of how to address the woman kneeling down so she’s face level with your already dripping cunt, and her breath against you makes it even harder to think.

“Hm, I think if you have a mommy already, only seems natural you call me daddy, hm?” Valkyrie licks a long stripe through your folds. You moan and buck against her face, her nose nudging your clit as you do. “Or, my king will also do.”

“Hungry for power much?” Wanda raises an eyebrow. She’s leaned back casually in the plush chair, watching Valkyrie work her pet as if she’s been doing this for years.

“Like you can talk,” Valkyrie shoots back before diving back into your waiting pussy. “Fuck, she’s delicious.”

“She is, isn’t she?” Wanda’s voice betrays her, that little arousal filled rasp that you’re so used to coming out as she shifts in her seat.

“Mm, I know why you wanted to keep her so bad.”

You feel Valkyrie stroke her fingers along your folds as she takes a break licking you to mark up your thighs. Her rough fingertips rub your clit and dip into your hole teasingly. You can’t help pushing back against her hand, which prompts her to deliver a swift smack to your core. Sharp heat pulses through your cunt as she does, and you cry out for Wanda automatically.

“Behave, baby,” Wanda responds to your sob.

“Need more,” you whine.

“Greedy little thing, are we?” Valkyrie’s fingers return to lazily teasing your clit, now throbbing and swollen. “I’m being so nice to you, and you complain about needing more?”

“No, no, ‘m sorry,” you cry. “I’ll be good.”

“Mm, bet you will. Bet your mommy keeps you in line, huh?” Valkyrie rewards your submission with three fingers in your aching cunt. You arch against her, pushing your hips back to meet her deep thrusts. “That’s right, baby, fuck yourself on my fingers. Feels so good, doesn’t it? God, if I’d known I would have a perfect pet bent over my desk today I would’ve brought my strap to work.”

“She’d love that,” Wanda says. “Loves being filled up so much. Loves being bred too.”

“Oh yeah?” Valkyrie grins and stands up, fingers never slowing their thrusts as she presses herself against your back. She leans down beside your ear and whispers, “You like being filled up with cum, huh baby? Want me to stuff that tight little pussy full?”

“Y-yes, please.”

“Course you do, ‘cuz you’re nothing but a desperate slut. Only desperate sluts let strangers fuck them in front of their mommies.” You can barely respond with more than a whine, but that doesn’t matter to Valkyrie. She feels you clenching around her fingers, and curls them just right against your sensitive spot, ripping a raspy moan from your throat. “There you are baby, cum for me. Show your mommy how good I fuck you.”

You can feel a surge of wetness gush past Valkyrie’s fingers as she keeps fucking you through your orgasm, uncaring as you go completely limp on her desk. You expect her to pull out soon, but instead you feel another finger pushing inside of your spent hole. Dizzy with pleasure, you hardly notice as your head is lifted and placed in Wanda’s lap. She strokes your hair and shushes your whines as Valkyrie continues pounding into you, stretching you out more than Wanda ever has.

“Be a good girl and let Valkyrie play with you, baby. She’s gonna take her fill no matter how tired you are, might as well get used to it now.”

#wanda maximoff x reader #valkyrie x reader #silver writes #c: wanda #c: valkyrie

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xxxdreamscapexxx · 8 months

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Sacrifices series: Chapter 2: The hunt

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3.4k

Series Summary: After closing the Darkhold, Wanda struggled to find her place in the word. Until she met you that is. And in you, she found hope. But the past has a way of coming back and she’s faced with an impossible choice once again. A choice that’s going to break her heart. Chapter summary: After the last time she saw you, Wanda spent every waking moment trying to capture the monster, who was terrorizing her city and causing mass panic. What will she stumble on?

Warning: angst!; nightmares, lack of self-care, sleeplessness, emotional trauma; Hurt - No Comfort ; Blood, human sacrifice, gory details of a mutilated body, dark magic... That should be it, but in case I missed anything, please let me know. Also, Reader will not be making an appearance in this chapter, but she has a significant role to play in the future. Chapter 1: Sacrifices

It had been exactly 9 days since Wanda last came to see you. Nine terrible days, filled with exhaustion and disheartening failure. She worked tirelessly to find the person responsible for all the dark sacrifices. They were calling him “The Sorcerer” on every news platform there was, stopping regular broadcasts for every small detail the reporters could get their hands on. It was causing only outrage. That was the worst part. But if it meant views, no one cared to listen. She had hardly slept all that time. Her nightmares were getting worse. More realistic, more vivid. She almost felt trapped in them, every time she managed to fall asleep. As if invisible bonds were holding her prisoner in her own hellish plane of existence, refusing to let her go. It was getting harder to claw her way out of them. She had started to fear falling asleep. Not without someone watching over her. But who would be there to watch the Scarlet Witch sleep? She hardly had any friends left, despite what she was being told. Besides… Who could she trust? The dark circles under her eyes were growing bigger, her eyes sunken in. She had lost her will for most things. She was ready to break down completely. And the only thing that gave her hope, that helped her hold herself together, was the hope of seeing you again. After another dead end and way too many grotesque pictures of the horrors left behind by The Sorcerer, she sighed, defeated and unable to continue doing this a moment longer. Her heart ached so bad. Not just for herself, but for the millions out there, that lived in fear, for those who suffered the consequences of that monster’s actions. God, she needed to do better! Everyone was counting on her to find him, to stop him from doing any more harm, and she was failing! How pathetic… The most powerful magic wielder in the world, and she couldn’t catch a stupid man, playing with powers he didn’t understand… She had one more location to run down for the day, one last place, where he could have been hiding, before she would be done and she could finally rest. She could finally get in her car and drive to your house. That’s what she called rest now. Sneaking and sculking around your house like a criminal, just to sneak a glance at you from your windows. Ugh, she truly was pathetic. How low she had fallen… Driving through the streets filled her with a sense of dread. There was another protest. People with hateful signs marching with their heads held high. What was to be proud of, she wondered? What kept their heads from hanging, when they said such terrible things? She never thought she’d see the day, when people would once again rise, to burn witches. Had they learned nothing? Were they so easily fooled? Did the actions of one person truly condemn everyone, who had a gift? She didn’t believe that. But to prove it, she had to catch him first.

The whole world was wrong. And no one felt the sting of it as much as she did. Being able to read minds didn’t help, either. Almost anyone she passed thought of the dangerous monster, that walked the streets. Who would be his next sacrifice? What would be the terrible consequence of it this time? How many would it affect? No one knew, but everyone feared for their lives, their families, their children, their homes… Everyone was sending suspicious looks at their surroundings. They had so many reports of people claiming to know who The Sorcerer was. Most times it was simply neighbours they didn’t like, co-workers they envied, poor strangers, who had been unlucky to catch the eye of the wrong person. Ugly. All of it. She hated it. But sometimes, they got some legitimate intel. Like this last location. Which is why she was forcing herself to go there today. When she reached the old building, she could feel the dark energy that surged from it. She could never mistake it. It was like the perfume of a long-lost lover. She couldn’t name it, couldn’t touch it, couldn’t explain it in any way, yet she would always recognize it. And here, it lingered in the air, it seeped into the building, the concrete pavement, the very earth this place was standing on. All polluted. It made her sick to her stomach. Or was it that she hadn’t eaten in… How long was it now? She didn’t remember her last proper meal. But she had found a protein shake in the kitchen this morning. At least she drank that. Not that it mattered much. As she made her way inside, Wanda felt almost dizzy. Her very being rebelled against the energy of this place. It roared with outrage and disgust. Yet another, small, but undeniable part of her felt like it was just waking at the presence of such darkness. “Don’t touch anything here.” An inner voice whispered. “All diseased. All rotten.” It kept whispering, making her wish she could cover her ears and turn away. She could still see the door back there, she could still walk away from this place and never return… What wishful thinking. She could no more run away from here, than she could run from herself and she knew it. But it helped, giving herself the illusion of choice, when there was but one. Forward. As she ascended the stairs, her eyes peering up, she almost hoped he would be here. She needed this to end. She needed for this to be over, so she could be free.

“At least freedom is still possible for you.” That voice spoke again. That inner awareness of hers. And just when she was about to ask what that meant, a realization, or rather, a sudden recognition of another presence alerted her that she wasn’t alone and it dawned on her. There were people living here. Amongst all this… Filth. If she could feel it from outside, if it was consuming the entire building… What did it do to them? “Death.” Hissed that voice again. An echo of something she already knew. “Only death.” And that confirmation made her feel sad, most of all. Sad, that she had taken so long to find this place. Sad, that she had failed them too. That she had left them to live with this. A sudden bang, somewhere above her, startled her, making her blink away the almost trans-like state she had been walking in and she summoned all her strength, all her power, to face whatever was lurking here. Her heart was beating faster with every step she took, climbing each floor with this gut-wrenching feeling that something was waiting for her there. That she was being watched. But there was no one. Only the muffled sounds of people, behind their closed doors. Each one living their own lives there, completely unaware of how much they were being affected by the evil presence that loomed over the place. Then again, not everyone was lucky enough to be able to leave. She could see, hear, she could smell the poverty here. Now that was a true horror. A very real evil that she alone was unable to fight, or win against. Poverty claimed more lives than that Sorcerer could in a lifetime. It was the true enemy of the people in this world. Yet, there were no protests of outrage, when children starved and died, when potential was snuffed out in so many households, just for the lack of money… No one cried for the people lost to that evil… Tragic really. That people would band together and hunt down that Sorcerer, that they would do unspeakable things to him in the blink of an eye, yet would stay docile and submissive, when faced with the man-made atrocities of this world. Tragic. It almost made her want to give up then and there. But people didn’t have much protection against magic. And so, it fell on her to protect them. Even if not all deserved the grace of her efforts.

She had reached the top floor, wrapped up in such thoughts, carelessly unalert. It wasn’t like her to be so easily distracted. But she realized it wasn’t her. It was this place. It had a power of its own. It was messing with her and she had to remind herself to be at full attention. It was dangerous here… Especially here. There was a single door on the top floor, glaring at her, as if it could scare her into leaving. So much decay here… It wasn’t just the surface, the chipped paint or the dust, it was an undercurrent of sorts, a living, breathing thing that ran through the whole building, poisoning everything it touched… He must be here. No place was better suited. No place she ever stepped foot in had so much darkness in it. It was like it was made of evil. She used her powers to unlock the door, surprised that it would even work. There were no protective enchantments, no defences she could feel or spot. There was no one inside either. She could hear no thoughts, feel no sign of life. The door just opened for her and Wanda stepped inside with a sense of dread inside her. She could smell the decay here, mixed with herbs and spices that lingered in the air. She walked into the hallway, trying not to breathe too deeply. The smell was so heavy it almost made her lightheaded. And it looked like a normal apartment really… If it wasn’t for the negligence she could see with every step. Furniture falling apart, paint falling from the ceiling and walls, the dust and grime she could see everywhere. Who would choose to live like this? The next room she stumbled upon was a small, dark bedroom. The smell of dirty sheets and unwashed clothes hit her nostrils as soon as she opened the door and it made her eyes sting. How disgusting it all looked. The windows were closed shut, heavy drapes covered every surface that could give off light, making the room even more unwelcoming. She wouldn’t wish this on her worst enemies. This… Life.

Wanda stepped away from the room, grateful to be able to breathe more freely, even if reluctantly and she made her way to the next room, a more specious living room it seemed. There was a strange buzzing sound she couldn’t quite place here. Irritating and low. The curtains were closed here too, preventing her from seeing clearly and she used her magic to pull them aside, causing a cloud of dust to start spinning in the air around them, illuminated by the sun-beams that made their way inside. She could see bowls and plates of half-finished food on the small table, all rotten and mouldy now. There were flies everywhere, feeding, buzzing, flying around her as if to test if she could be part of their next meal too. It made her sick. On impulse, or perhaps, because she couldn’t stand the feel of it much longer, a blast of magic surged from within her and into the room, causing the small insects to fall. Dead in an instant. One fell right at her feet and she looked at it for a long moment, her face a grimace of open disgust, before she looked away. She didn’t dare look down again, too scared to watch herself walk over them as she stepped further inside. Looking past the broken couch and the ripped carpet, the first thing she saw was writing. It was on the walls, the floor, on random pieces of paper. Scribbles and notes everywhere. Spells. Real ones. Those that weren’t, she soon saw, were covered in paper and then that was overwritten with new spells. So many, she had to take her phone out and photograph, so she could examine later. The next thing she noticed, the one thing she realized wasn’t broken, or destroyed, were shelves. Full of mundane things, or so it seemed, but her eyes stopped on a shelf filled with books. Old ones. There were no titles on the spines, so she took one, delicate fingers opening the heavy, hand-stitched covers to find that it was a grimoire. Or an attempt at one. Her senses told her that whatever spell was being described on the pages she was looking at wouldn’t really work, regardless how much power one had. But it was a beautiful book. A real antique. And it made her wonder what else was hiding there. She used her magic to pull them all off the shelf, holding them up in the air and opening the pages. They were all books on magic! Old, new, some full of misinformation, but some… They had some truth to them. Whoever this person was… They had a real treasure-trove of information. And a book on the Scarlet Witch. The prophecy, the description of her powers… All there. Was he researching her? Was he thinking of going after her? How long did he have that book for? Did he know who she was, how to find her? But what scared her most of all, was the thought that if he knew who she was, he could also know about you. You could be in real danger and she wouldn’t know it, because she left you!

The thought of that almost made her heart pound out of her chest as panic gripped her, refusing to let go. She hadn’t seen you in 9 days! So many things could happen in that time. What if he did know about you? What if he hurt you? She would never be able to live with herself if that happened. And the only reason she could even breathe, the only reason she wasn’t running to you right now, was the thought that she hadn’t heard of a new victim of The Sorcerer. He was laying low these days. Or perhaps it had nothing to do with her. Maybe he had stumbled on this, saw that he couldn’t use this book and moved on? But the only way for her to find out, was to find him. And to do that, she needed to know more about him. Wanda closed the open books in a swift motion and she left them in a pile on the shelf. She’d be taking them with her on her way out. She wanted to go through them, when she had more time and she wasn’t paralyzed with fear for your life. With uncertain steps, she stumbled upon the kitchen, the sight making her gag. Dirty dishes and rotten food lay everywhere, the smell of it so completely overpowering, she had to cover her nose and mouth with her hand. The bugs and maggots here were thriving and she couldn’t stand the sight, so she moved on. She couldn’t possibly find what she needs here anyway. There were only 2 more doors she hadn’t tried. One was clearly the bathroom and she was sure she wouldn’t be able to stomach whatever was waiting for her there, so she chose the second one instead. But it wasn’t simple choice or chance. It was a feeling of sorts. Something calling her to that spot. Something dark and mysterious, something alluring, yet repulsive. Magic. The worst kind of magic. She could feel it. The corruption that started there, originated there and was spreading out. It was unmistakable and it was calling out to her. With every step she took, Wanda could feel the power that was concentrated behind that door. With how strong it was, she was surprised that The Sorcerer managed to keep out intruders up until now. Such dark magic sought out to corrupt anyone and anything. Other would have felt it too. They must have. When she opened the door, she gasped, the coolness that washed over her making her shiver and step back for a moment. But it wasn’t just that, it was that smell again. Death. So much stronger than before. It was all-consuming here.

Like this entire apartment, the room was dark too. In fact, it was much darker and she summoned her magic, so she could illuminate the space, searching for a light switch on the wall, but unsurprisingly, there was no electricity. She could see candles though and she lit some, hoping to see better, but as soon as she did, she wished she had never stepped foot in this place at all. Right in front of her, nailed to the wall, was a body. A human one. His eyes were carved out, the jagged edges around the wounds bloody. His chest had a hole too. Right where his heart was supposed to be. The organs were removed, gone now, probably taken by the monster who did this… She could see the poor man’s neck was snapped and she realized it’s probably how he died. Hopefully it was quick.

But what did The Sorcerer intend to do with the organs? He was going to use them for something. A spell. Another omen perhaps? And she needed to know what it was. Swallowing, Wanda forced herself to look away from the grotesque display on the wall, lighting the rest of the candles in the room, so she could see better. There was an alter here. It was obvious it grew, just as his obsession with dark magic did. Objects were placed there with great care, but as his collection grew larger, he had less space to fit them all. Idols, bones, figurines, objects with dark power… There was only 1 thing missing, a central piece that had its own place of significance. Something he must have taken with him. His book. The grimoire he used for his spells. It was gone… “Fuck!” She cursed under her breath, her eyes scanning the room frantically. There were other books. He must have moved those with significance here… Once he realized which ones were actually written by magic wielders. But the one he was using for his spells was gone. He was too. And she had no idea where he would be going. He must have known that someone was going to come for him. But how? “Damn it!” She screamed, a burst of magic knocking over his alter, his objects scattering on the floor, some, more fragile things breaking in the process. She wanted to hunt him down more than ever. She wanted to run out of the building as if she’d find him on the street, just waiting for her. But life was never that easy. Wanda walked out of the apartment with newfound determination, a stack of all his books trailing behind her, hovering in the air. She didn’t bother to hide her powers. In fact, she was hoping that he would be watching. She hoped he’d see her make her next move too. She made a call to S.H.I.E.L.D, briefly explaining the situation and she waited for the black cars to start coming. It didn’t take long. Agents were everywhere, surrounding the place and the one in charge approached her with careful steps. “Get all the people out.” Wanda said through gritted teeth. “This is a condemned building now.” “I understand.” The woman smiled at her, making a sign for the agent beside her to start spreading the word. “Top floor. That’s where he used to be.” Wanda continued, looking up briefly. “There’s a body inside.” The woman only nodded this time. Far more serious at the implications of another dead body. “Not one of his sacrifices. But it will be.” The redheaded woman continued, before the agent could interrupt her. “Just… Give the poor man a burial.” She said, a note of tiredness in her voice and she turned to leave. “And after that?” The agent spoke after her, stopping her in her tracks. Wanda looked back at the woman, then the building, ugly and grey and somehow more disturbingly unnerving than it was when she first came here. “Tear it down.” She said, a tremor in her hand giving away how much she wanted to do it herself. “Tear it down and salt the earth.” “Does that help?” The woman spoke again, thoughtful. “It has to.” Wanda said, her voice much smaller now. “It has to.”

---------------------------------------------------------------- It took me some time for the second part, but inspiration struck and I wrote this in 3 days. I'd love to know what you guys think! I have 2 more chapters in mind for this series. Should I write them too?

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Crushing Plans: Peter Parker x Reader

Part Two

Description: 6.2k wc, Crushing Plans part 2, y/n has a crush on her bestfriend Peter but he’s interested in their friend MJ. Meanwhile Peter and Y/n have to decide if they want the responsibility that comes with their powers (while also trying to keep these powers a secret). To make matters worse, y/n’s powers are impacted by her emotions; including jealousy. How will their class trip to Europe go with all of this going on?

Warnings (for series as a whole): Mention of injuries, villains, far from home spoilers?, evil, witches, magic, powers/abilities, jealousy, hurt-comfort, I think that’s it!

Click Here For Previous Parts and Series Masterlist (5 parts plus the story continues in Bewitched Love (No Way Home wip w/ the same characters as a story continuation)

When the bus stops in the alps for a group bathroom break, y/n jumped off and stretches her cramped legs.

"You shouldn't read in the car, it's more likely to make you feel sick and uncomfortable" Peter said, suddenly at her side.

Y/n held the spell book closer to her, looking up at him, "oh. I-. Wait, how did you know I was reading?"

Peter blushed and rubbed the back of his neck, "oh.. When you... when you moved away from Brad, I made out the corner of your book around the seat".

Y/n sensed there was more to it, but doesn't question it as her attention turns to a glowing green light shining under one of the doors at the rest stop.

"Hey Peter," Ned called, signaling for Peter to step aside for a private conversation.

Peter apologetically excused himself before going to his other friend.

Y/n took advantage of his distraction and snuck into the room where the glowing light was eminating from.

Slipping inside and shutting the door, y/n instantly got hit with the sense something was off.

She went to exit but the door she entered through is now locked.

"Ahh, Ms. y/l/n, please relax, my name is Agatha" a firm but calm voice echoed.

Y/n turned around and came face-to-face with a brunette with wavy shoulder-length hair and a dark jacket.

Y/n swallowed thickly as she pressed her back to the door to keep her distance from the strange woman.

She could sense something was familiar, but wasn’t sure what it is as she did not recall ever seeing this person previously.

"I see you're not going to relax" the brunette groaned, waving her hand dismissively.

As she did, y/n could then see the enchanted locks the woman placed on the door after y/n entered.

Y/n gasped as the black fog faded and the woman's normal appearance disappeared.

Taking its place is the same woman, but with darkened fingers, messier hair, dark eyes, and her jacket was now a cloak, and some kind of crest resting just below her neck.

They woman smirked darkly, "I will keep this brief, I assume your family has taught you about the Darkhold?".

Y/n froze and whispered "the book of the Damned..."

Agatha rolled her eyes and signed dramatically, "see, that's the exact issue. This world sees the powers of witches to be evil, they see me, as evil. They see you, y/n, as evil".

Y/n shook her head, "no, I don't know what you're talking about, I-"

Agatha scoffs, "you really think your little crush is going to like you back when he finds out you're a witch?! Take it from me, he won't".

Y/n grit her teeth as she tried to ignore the dig thrown her way.

"I can help us both out" agatha smirked, seeing y/N’s hesitation rather than complete disagreement.

"You have been through so much lately, and you can't be as honest and close to that Parker kid as you want-" Agatha began.

"How do you know his name?!" y/n butted in.

"Sweet child, I know everyone's name" agatha remarked, "anyways, I can remove that barrier for you. No more responsibiliities, no more learning spells, no more fearing your crush will find out, none of it, just a normal happy life. Is that not what you told him you wanted?"

Y/n squinted as she wondered how Agatha was able to know what her and Peter had talked about…

Peter would never.. would he?

…sure he hid being spiderman, but y/n was hiding this.

She would never betray him like that, surely he wouldnt either right?

"You're suggesting I just stop trying to learn about and strengthen my powers?" y/n asked offended that Agatha thought it was so simple.

"Of course not hun, I am suggesting I unburden you by removing them" agatha corrected.

In that second it hit y/n, her father had warned her about the dark/evil witches wanting to harness the power of those who were still pure or otherwise resistant to the darkhold and its draw.

However, he father had told her they usually did this to the strongest of the witches.

Not some mere teenage witch who was behind in her studies; in other words, not someone like herself.

"No" y/n spoke up, backing into the door more, the wood cutting slivers into her palms.

"Don't make me do this the hard way.. The Darkhold can be managed, I just need more powers and you, honey, do not want yours" Agatha chided.

"I did not say that" y/n defended softly.

"Oh, but didn't you? Is that not what you told yourself after your jealously nearly killed your classmates?" Agatha smirked with a sly wink.

Y/N’s eyes widened.

Can Agatha read someone’s thoughts?

“I did not mean it" y/n weakly argued.

"Your powers are not something you can go back and forth on hun, all this shows is that you’re not worthy of such powers. After all, what did you do to save your classmates during the water monster attack, hmm?" Agatha asked, tilting her head mockingly.

Y/n felt anger boil up; at herself and at Agatha.

She also felt fear for herself, Peter - whom Agatha knew too much about-, and her classmates.

These emotions rose in her until she felt a cool touch hit her palm.

Turning around she saw she’d made the door disappear where her hands were.

As she focused her attention on the weak spot in the door, she muttered "obice removere".

Soon, the door disappeared completly, allowing y/n to distance herself from Agatha.

As she glanced back she saw Agatha turn herself back to her first -“innocent” appearance.

Y/n sighed and rushed to the others.

"I have to show you something" Brad gleefully greeted her, standing behind her as she steps onto the bus.

"Okay" she mumbled, dizzily taking her seat next to him.

Y/n stared out the window as Brad kept scrolling through his photos, trying to find some photo of Peter he swore he had.

She knew she should care, and should consider the implication of the photo having disappeared, but she couldn’t help but feel focused on Agatha.

After she took her phone out of her pocket, she sent her father a vague text asking for more information about the darkhold and evil witches he once warned her about; using their code words of course.

"I swear, it was here a moment ago" Brad griped.

Y/n rolled her eyes as she looked back out the window, catching the glimpse of something shiny in the air beside them.

She focused on the item and noticed it appeared to be a drone.

She shook her head, of course Agatha would not just give up so easily.

After all, thats what this was right?

Why else would some random drone suddenly be following them?

She slid her hand against the seat of her "repente de luc de quadraginta quinque gradus."

As she whispered the words, her eyes narrowed in on the sidemirror.

She suppressed the desire to release a loud sigh in comfort as a thin beam of her light blue glowing energy reflected off the mirror and hit the drone beside them.

Peter glanced over her way in shock upon seeing the drone explode, realizing what he suspected he saw earlier was true; she had controlled the canoe, she had powers.

Before he had the chance to come to terms with it, he spotted another drone heading their way just as the bus driver swerved due to the blue cosmic ray she sent.

When his teacher yelled at him and told him to sit down, he instead quickly shouted for everyone to look out the window.

Everyone, including y/n looked out the window.

But while the class was looking for nonexistent mountain goats, y/n was trying to calm herself down over the possibility the drones were there for her.

As Peter landed back inside the bus, he looked her way but relaxed when he saw that she was not watching him.

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Peter pressed his hands down his sides, hoping to straighten out some of the wrinkles in his suit.

MJ approached and smiled at him.

Peter smiled back but noticed her happiness didn’t make him as giddy as normal.

He brushed it off and made small talk with her as he scanned the surrounding area.

They were standing just outside of the main entrance to the opera house, most of their classmates in pairs or small groups waiting to enter.

He hadn’t seen his classmates this finely dressed before tonight, if it wasn’t for the serious safety concern driving such a change, he’d laugh.

Peter wasn’t sure who or what he was looking for.

His behavior was not related to his mission as he had his ear piece in already place and knew he’d be alerted if any action started early.

It wasn’t until his eyes caught a glimpse of y/n that he stopped searching.

Peter felt his eyes widen, his lips part, and his heartbeat felt like it was beating so loud and fast that it would cause an earthquake.

She was wearing a very elegant but still age-appropriate light blue tulle dress.

The faint yellow antique light fixtures around the building were making the silver sparkles in her dress shine as she walked down the cobblestone street.

Peter’s eyes raked in every detail he could, desperately wishing he didn’t have to go help Mysterio soon.

He wasn’t sure he ever wanted his eyes to depart from the scene before him.

His eyes trailed from the bottom hem of her dress up to the corset/cinched top that hugged her body, making him nervously snap his eyes up further.

Peter felt some odd urge to play with the various dangling fabric strands that hung off her shoulder straps.

He slowly dragged his eyes up to her face, a shy smile forming on his still parted lips.

Peter took in the way the light made her face look somehow even more flawless than normal, the nighttime shade causing a sharp contrast that allowed the light to highlight her features.

Her hair was halfway pinned up and she looked more confident than normal, albeit a bit nervous about something.

He hadn’t realized he was staring until he watched as y/n tapped her foot on the ground as she tried to find someone to talk to.

Peter took a deep breath and began to make his way to her when a voice stopped him.

“Boh” MJ teased.

Peter snapped his head back to MJ with a guilty look on his face when he noticed he wasn’t listening to whatever she’d been saying.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t hear-“ Peter mumbled.

“I know” MJ laughed slightly with a disappointed but friendly smile, “you only saw her”.

Peter knew he was blushing madly but hoped the lighting hid it, “I don’t know what you’re-“.

“Please” she chuckled, “it was like some magical force took over when you saw her. Go talk to her”.

Peter bit his lip and gave her a sympathetic nod, turning to look at y/n again.

He watched as y/n checked her phone before looking around again, almost seeming to be avoiding looking his way.

Had he upset her?

Peter waved his hand in the air as he approached, hoping her peripheral vision would pick up on the motion and cause her to look his way.

Sure enough, within seconds she turned to him and a grin broke out on her face as she waved back.

While he had hoped his behavior would get her attention, her eyes meeting his caused him to struggle to breathe deeply.

He knew he’d had feelings for her before, even if he tried to pretend he didn’t.

However, analyzing the way he felt when seeing MJ dressed beautifully as well, compared to y/n’s arrival, made him understand his feelings fully.

He wasn’t sure exactly when it had happened, but he knew in this moment he finally realized his true crush was y/n.

He sped up and held his hand out to her.

Both of them stood there shyly, looking at his hand; neither one knowing why he did that.

Y/n smiled softly at Peter as she slowly set her hand in his upwards facing palm held before her.

Peter couldn’t explain what came over him if she were to ask, but he lifted his hand up above their heads, signaling for her to spin.

Y/n giggled gleefully and beamed at him as she shyly twirled while holding his hand.

He grinned as her forget-me-not colored dress sparkled as it swirled around her twirling body, her hair arcing around her joyful face.

Fortunately for Peter, she didn’t question his unusual behavior, and instead just whispered a soft greeting to him when she stopped spinning.

“Hi, y/n, you… ummm..” he swallowed thickly, a nervous sound escaping as he resumed his attempt to compliment her, “you look really pretty”.

His nervousness turned to pride as she radiantly smiled widely at his statement.

“Uh.. o-oh! Thank you Peter” She responded timidly, “I wasn’t sure about the dress”

It was partially true.

She felt confident in the dress as she’d been the recipient of many compliments the one other time she wore it.

But, y/n wasn’t sure how she would stack in comparison to MJ or if Peter would even notice her.

Peter shook his head as if she said the craziest thing he had ever heard, “light blue is certainly your color”.

Y/n bit her lip and gazed bashfully at him.

He obviously meant that in reference to her dress, but she was thrilled as it was also the color of her abilities.

“You look very nice too Peter” she said, trying to get the focus off of herself.

His cheeks flushed maroon and he shuffled his feet softly against the cobblestone street.

“Thank you” he sighed blissfully, biting his bottom lip with his teeth.

“Do you w-“ y/n began just as Peter blurted out a question.

“Do your powers … make, or, ummm, help you glow?” He suddenly asked.

“What?” She gasped, reaching for the necklace that she had donned for the night.

“Sorry if it’s personal, I get that” he muttered apologetically, “it’s just..it looks like you’re glowing. Like actually glowing”.

Y/n couldn’t help the surge of confidence his declaration cause, but remained focused on the main implications of his question/statement.

Powers?

Did he know her secret?

If so, how did he find out?

And, how long had he known?

Had he always known?

If so, why hadn’t he said anything?

Was this a recent discovery?

Had it been during one of the times her emotions got the best of her during this trip?

Did she slip up and expose her secret to him?

Is that why he suddenly paid attention to her?

She had a million questions running through her brain but could only utter one weak one, “what powers?”

Peter gave her a kind smile as he rubbed the back of his neck, “I know… your um.. abilities… but it’s okay”

“I don’t have-“ she began to argue, hating to lie but worried about others finding out.

“Yes you do” he whispered, “if you don’t want to talk about it that’s okay, but… just… uhh, you know, Uhh.., you don’t have to keep it a secret from me”.

“That’s a bit hypocritical” she remarked, literally biting her tongue seconds after the words left her lips.

“What?” he asked with a sharp inhale.

“You’re keeping a secret from me too, Peter” she defended, arms crossed over her chest.

“What secret..?” He asked, hoping it was something minor.

Y/n rolled her eyes and looked around to ensure no one was nearby.

She saw MJ had joined Ned and Betty, and that the line was finally starting to move.

Facing him again, she explained “Being Spider-Man”

His eyes widened, “Oh! I…what..uh..,no-“

Y/n just stared in silence, knowing he needed a moment to process someone finding out his secret.

“Okay… umm… alright.. how did you-“ he began questioning.

She was slightly irritated he’d been cognizant enough to ask her the very question she wanted to ask him.

“I had my suspicions that you were different. For awhile now. But… then I saw you during the whole water battle thing, with your umm.. web throwing things” she clarified.

“Oh,” he nodded slowly, squinting shyly, “you saw me use my web shooters with the elemental”.

“Yeah,” y/n nodded, “How did it happen? How are you.. you know..?”

“Spider bite” he shrugged nervously.

Y/n suppressed a giggle, “that’s so cliche”

He feigned offense but soon smiled softly as he nodded at her once, “you?”

“It is sort of a long story” y/n admitted.

“I’d like to hear it.. uhh.. if that’s okay” he said.

“Sure, so basically-“ y/n began.

“Peter! Y/n! Let’s go, come on, get to your seats!” Their teacher shouted from the entrance.

Peter frowned and nodded his head to the side, in the direction of the door.

She smiled and cautiously reached down and grabbed his hand as she walked with him to the propped open door.

“Did you umm- want to sit together?” She asked when she saw the sudden upset look on Peter’s face.

He nodded far too eagerly, “I’ll get us glasses”.

She smiled and slowly made her way to save him a spot.

Just as she had sat down, Brad moved to the seat directly beside her.

“Oh, actually-“ y/n whispered as she tried to politely ask him to leave.

“I don’t know what his deal is” Brad laughed, “but no worries, I’ll always keep you company even Peter flakes”.

She squinted, an involuntary frown forming on her lips as she looked back and saw Peter had left.

Y/n sensed something was wrong.

Even if she and Peter hadn’t officially discussed whatever happened between them tonight, she knew him well enough to know something had to have happened.

Even if nothing changed between them, he wouldn’t just agree to sit together and then rush out right away for no reason.

Y/n ignored Brad’s insistent comments and quickly made her way out of the amphitheater as the lights began to dim.

Unbeknownst to y/n, her friends MJ, Ned, and Betty followed her out.

Her mind was on Peter and making sure he was okay, so she hadn’t picked up on the faint footsteps behind her.

In her defense, the loud sounds of the carnival celebration were soon overwhelming as they entered the festivity sector of the town.

Y/n tried to search through the faces in the cramped public square for Peter.

Meanwhile, her friends had found themselves entranced with the festivities.

However, y/N’s search came to a screeching halt when what appeared to be a… lava… monster-looking creature formed before her.

With wide eyes, y/n rushed to the corner of the nearby brick wall so she could hide her hands as she began calling upon her powers.

As she pressed her back into the bricks, she looked back to the square and saw a black masked figure swinging through the air; Spider-Man Peter.

She let out a sigh of relief, both for the fact she wasn’t lone in fighting this thing..

Peter called the water one an elemental?

Maybe this one was too given the denotation of ‘element’ in the name he used for the water creature.

But she also was relived he did have a valid reason to flake out on her moments before.

Y/n began reciting her basic energy directing spells, her fingers curling and uncurling repeatedly as she struck the elemental with bursts of her power.

Upon seeing the blue waves of cosmic energy radiating through the fight scene, Peter felt his muscles relax slightly.

He was pleased she was here, knew why he left, and was offering him back up.

If he was honest with himself though, he also wished she wasn’t here; he hadn’t had the chance to know if she could remain safe during a fight.

Peter pushed down his fears and nodded discreetly in her direction in a show of appreciation as he began fighting again.

She felt bad she couldn’t get closer to the creature, but she couldn’t risk people seeing her using her powers.

Unlike Peter, she hadn’t packed a battle suit that hid her identity this evening.

However, as she watched Peter be aggressively thrown against the Ferris wheel base, she ignored any thoughts of self-perseverance.

Y/n vengefully veered towards the new elemental, her hands at her side but glowing brightly through the dark sky.

Peter caught sight of her actions as he stumbled to regain his fighting stance.

He shook his head at her, groaning when she didn’t look his way to see his warning.

Peter knew Betty and Ned were on the contraption and he’d seen MJ earlier as she screamed about her friends being stuck.

He knew y/n couldn’t come closer without displaying her abilities for them all to see.

Yet, even from far away, he could see the determined stare she wore.

Peter moaned as he pressed his hand to his ribs and stood.

He glanced up and was pleased Betty and Ned were too panicked to see her, so far.

Peter carefully shot out a web a few inches in front of her with one hand, the other hitting the villain as to make it seem like the first web was merely a missed shot rather than to block y/n.

As the web crossed before her and clung to the brick entrance of a local pub, her stalk faltered.

She stepped back just in time to keep the sticky substance from touching her, glancing over at Peter.

Through the lenses in his mask, he locked eyes with her and shook his head again.

Y/n sighed but complied and rushed back to hide behind the corner.

Peter calmed and resumed his fighting as y/n once again shot energy beams.

Y/n not only hated that she couldn’t be closer to help more…

She had this sense something was still off.

She hadn’t had the chance to talk to Peter truthfully about what the water elemental was, why it was here, or anything related.

However, this round, she was more clear headed than the first fight and could sense something was deeply wrong.

Y/n was still new to understanding how to differentiate between and identify the source material of energy waves and fields around her.

She learned how to detect them and could make out if it was basic technology or not, but hadn’t advanced much further.

Yet, this skill was developed just well enough to alert her that this elemental wasn’t … well, wasn’t elemental in nature.

Sure, it seemed to be made of lava- and/or the earth’s mantle -and the one before that was made of water…, but that wasn’t true; at least not this one, she was confident in that.

Y/n could sense that the power behind this creature wasn’t an element, or even cosmic.

Elements are easy to sense and identify given how they have existed in everyday life since the start of time.

Cosmic energy was easy as well as she harnessed the ability to use it herself so she’d become familiar with the feeling of its properties.

This wasn’t either of those.

Instead, it felt technically structured.

She couldn’t be more precise than that, but she could sense pulses of electrical currents driven by what felt like conductors.

But what she felt didn’t match with what she and Peter were seeing.

She wished she could talk to Peter about it, maybe he’d know.

He was better with modern technology than she was, and maybe he’d be able to use her faint detection skills to narrow it down somehow.

As the strange new hero from earlier arrived to help her and Peter, Peter looked her way.

When she gazed back at him, simultaneously hitting the elemental with a surge of cosmic energy, Peter nodded his head in signal for her to go.

She hesitated, worried to leave him behind but he nodded again and glanced towards where their friends were.

Y/n nodded back and withdrew her energy field as she lowered her hands to her side.

Rushing over to their friend group, y/n encouraged them to leave the area with her.

Ned looked conflicted but when y/n glanced back at Peter before she gave Ned a knowing nod, he relaxed.

He luckily picked up on her knowledge of Peter’s secret rather easily but he did seem slightly surprised.

“Hey. You gotta celebrate. We did something good tonight” Beck encouraged, trying to cheer Peter up.

“Yeah. Fury was right. Tony did a lot for me so I owe it to him, to everybody” Peter rambled, guilty for letting y/n get involved in his responsibilities.

“Do you?” Beck inquired.

Peter signed, ”yeah. I mean Mr. Stark gave me the chance to be more. He wanted me to be better than him. And Fury wants me to live up to that”.

Peter pushed back the flashbacks of Tony’s reprimand on the ferry in NY.

“What do you want?” Beck pushed, leaning against the bar.

“What do you mean?” Peter asked, pushing away his memories of Tony.

“What do you want?” His new friend asked with a soft chuckle.

“I don't know” Peter shrugged, staring at the counter.

“What do you want? You, Peter Parker. Now. I know you're thinking about it” Beck continued, pressuring him to answer honestly.

Exasperatedly, Peter confessed, “I wanna go on my trip. I want to go back on my trip with my friends. And go to the top of the Eiffel Tower with the girl who I really like and tell her how I feel and... give her a kiss.”

Mysterio laughs softly agin with a smug grin.

Peter groaned, “shut up, man.”

With a knowing look Beck sighed, “but, you’re not gonna do that, are you?”

Peter stared off as he imagined inviting y/n to the top of the tower and telling her how he felt.

Pulling his focus back to reality, he shook his head, “No, I can't”.

Despite their whole conversation explaining Peter’s response, Mysterio still asked once again, “Why not?”

Irritated with both Mysterio’s insistence and the predicament he was in, Peter gave Mysterio a look, “Because I have too much of a responsibility”.

Y/n starred at her phone as her classmates rushed up and down the hallway of their strip of hotel rooms.

Everyone was in a rush to pack, most still on the phone with their parents as they were being screamed at by their parents.

She’d spoken to her parents about the elementals but they hadn’t any more insight into what was happening.

They advised her to simply return home with her classmates.

But she couldn’t get herself to pack or book her flight home.

Instead, since they’d arrived back at the hotel, she conversed with MJ and Ned for a bit, brushed off Brad as he yet again hit on her, and restlessly awaited Peter’s return or text as to where he was.

Mr. Harrington’s voice was the only sound that managed to pull her from her exhausted and distant stare.

“Don't put me on hold. Oh, Peter, you're not dead. Oh, my God. Yes, good. Stay here. Don't go- Put some clothes on. We're booking flights” her teacher updated Peter.

Y/N’s eyes rose until she saw Peter next to Ned.

Peter gave her a small smile and Ned nudged him closer to her.

“Are you okay?” Peter and y/n asked at the same time.

Both laughing, Peter rubbed the back of his neck.

“Hey, so umm..” Peter began, but Mr. Dell shouted over them.

“We came for science, we're leaving because of witches. Welcome to the new Dark Ages!” He screamed, running around manically.

Y/n froze, her eyes suddenly heavy and body feeling out of place.

Peter noticed the drastic change in emotions and respectfully placed his hand on the part of her back that the dress material was covering, “let’s get away from all of this”.

She silently let him guide her away from the rest of their classmates as her mind raced.

Was Agatha right?

Was y/n only going to be seen as evil if people knew she was a witch?

Had Peter put it together that she was a witch?

If he had, he wasn’t reacting the way Mr. Dell did.

As they reached the street, Peter paused and braced her biceps as he tried to get her to look up.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Peter questioned, eyebrow raised as his eyes scanned her face.

She sighed and nodded, “it’s just I realized she was right.”

“Who?” Peter asked.

“Agatha, this.. uhh… this evil witch, that’s been following me this trip” y/n stated.

“Someone’s- an evil witch has been following you?!” Peter froze, “since when?!”

She shrugged, “I don’t know when it started but I ran into her at that rest stop before the drone thing”.

Peter frowned and furrowed his brows, displeased to be just learning of this.

“I think maybe the drones were her” y/n added with a guilty sigh.

Peter shook his head, “hey, no, no don’t put that on yourself. That was my fault”

Raising an eyebrow in suspicion y/n stared at him wordlessly.

“I… let’s just say I let my emotions get the best of me and wasn’t thinking clearly when I used some fancy Stark tech” Peter explained.

She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding and nodded, “if it helps, my powers are impacted by emotions too. Hence the ..uhh side mirror thing when we first left the airport”.

Peter hummed, “back to this Agatha person? She’s been following you?”

“Yeah, maybe the drones weren’t her, but I’ve spotted her watching me from a distance here and there” y/n admits.

Protective anger took over Peter’s system and he took a deep breath, “has she hurt you?”

She shook her head, “threatened to if I… didn’t give her my powers. But hasn’t hurt me yet”.

Peter contemplated the information, “you can give up your powers? How does that work? How did you get them?”

Y/n bit her lip, “I don’t think we have time for the whole family history right now”.

Peter chuckled once and nodded in agreement, “cliff notes version”.

Laughing she nodded, “it was passed down in my family. There aren’t many of us left and none out in the opening… well… sorta. I guess that female twin the Avengers recruited counts.., but she’s not directly related”.

Peter thought through her words, “Ms. Maximoff? The Scarlet Witch? You have powers like hers?”

Y/n shyly looked into the canal nearby, “you know how your identity is based on how you got your powers? But that doesn’t mean you’re actually a spider?”

Peter nodded slowly as he tries to read her facial expressions.

“Well, Wanda‘s is different, she actually is a witch” y/n lowered her voice, “as are my family members”.

“Including you” Peter stated simply.

“Yes, but! Please, you have to know I’m not, we’re not like the stereotypical witches you hear about! We don’t want to hurt people and-“ y/n began rambling quickly.

Peter pouted, squeezing her arm softly, “hey, relax, it’s okay. Y/n, I know you. I trust you. I don’t care if you’re a witch”.

“Really?” She asked, voice so low he hardly heard her.

“Really, I’m sorry about Mr. Dell. But, to be fair, he has screamed about the dead frog specimens in the biology lab being evil so I don’t think he’s the ruling authority on that”.

Y/n laughed and smiled, nodding in agreement.

“Oh, umm Peter. There’s something else I need to tell you” y/n said, lacing her fingers with his, with the hand he had grabbed earlier.

He nodded, gaze attentive.

“I think there’s something off about the …elementals.. thing” she treaded carefully.

He sighed, “it does feel that way but Mr. Beck assured me-“.

“Mr. Beck?” Y/n interrupted.

“Oh, right. Uhh, the mysterio guy, his name is Quentin Beck” Peter told her.

“You don’t always share other people’s secret identities this freely do you?” Y/n teased.

Peter’s face flushed as he shook his head, “no, he doesn’t mind, I-“.

“I’m kidding Peter” y/n giggled, leaning against his shoulder as she started walking down the dimly lit street.

Peter let out a sigh of relief, “good. Well, I too, sense something is off. But, Mr. Beck has been dealing with these elementals for years, so I trust he’d know best”.

Y/n pondered as she swung their enclosed hands as they walked on.

“You keep calling them elementals. Did you come up with that or did this Beck guy?” Y/n wondered aloud.

“It’s in ancient theology” Peter declared.

“It is? What culture or theology?” Y/n questioned, visibly confused.

“Another universe” Peter mumbled.

She stopped walking and spun to look at him, her now dirty dress still sparkling through the dirt as it swooshed in a circle, “what?!”

“Yeah, right!! How cool is that?! The multiverse is real, which means-“ Peter exclaimed, pleased when y/n had a similar reaction.

He pulled himself together, “that’s for another time”.

“So these elementals are some ancient theology from another universe?” She reiterated.

Peter nodded, “kinda like Thor”.

Y/n hummed as she thought deeply, “but Thor could be traced back more. Plus, there should still be some version at least of these elementals in this universe… Peter something is going on”.

Peter sighed, he had a gut feeling she was right but he also just wanted to be done with all of this and try to salvage his plans to tell her how he felt.

“Y/n is right” Ned said, suddenly in the street with them.

“Ned?” Peter groaned.

“Just look” Ned said, tossing a metal cylinder their way.

As it hit the ground, a projection of the battle began around them; sound effects and all.

Peter stepped back from the scene, instinctively pushing y/n back with the backside of his arm.

Y/n peered at the display in awe, trying to get a feel for the energy to see if it matched.

If she could touch the device, she could know much easier.

But she didn’t know how to do that with Ned standing right there.

Peter seemed to understand when he felt her fingers twitch against his leg that was brushed up next to hers.

“Ned, can we have a moment?” Peter pleaded.

“No Peter, not right now, focus! This thing was left behind after the fire guy! Your webs seemed to have knocked it down” Ned argued.

Y/N’s eyes analyzed the scene as it repeated itself while the boys debated.

“The angle” y/n muttered, causing them both to look at her.

“It can’t just be a fancy camera with a 4D display or some crazy thing like that that you accidentally hit with your web shooters Peter” she elaborated, pointing at the smokey display.

“See the angle? If it was a camera, it would’ve caught the elemental thing in the video too. It doesn’t” she added.

Ignoring Peter’s protests, she stepped forward and touched the gray puffs of smoke, “Peter, Ned, feel this”.

“It feels real” Peter gasped as Ned stepped back right after touching it.

“But it’s not” y/n corrected.

“Now, we don’t know-“ Ned began.

Y/n shook her head, picking up the device, the need to solve the safety issue over powering her desire to keep her identity from Ned.

As she shut off the device, she shushed the boys so she could concentrate.

Ned glanced at Peter in confusion as y/n ran her fingertips across the metal object with her eyes closed.

Peter ignored the intense look his bestfriend was sending him as he watched y/n.

She kept her eyes closed as she turned the device on again, this time not caring about the projection itself.

She was searching the properties of the energy behind the projection, no longer the images it showed.

Peter’s brain was working on decoding the situation as well, but the distraction of y/n made his thoughts process slower than normal.

“Peter” y/n said with a shake in her tone.

Was he right?

Did he really mess up this badly?

The look in her eyes suggested that he did.

“I think this is Stark tech” she whispered defeatedly.

Peter brushed his wavy hair out of his face before he ran his hand down it.

“Does it have a logo?” Ned asked.

“No-“ y/n admitted.

“Then how can you possibly know?” Ned asked, feeling left out and regretting not having been Peter’s man in the chair during this trip, unlike the way he normally was.

Y/n gave Peter a look that Ned noticed but couldn’t decipher.

Peter turned to Ned, “you just have to trust me on this. Okay,” he faced both of them, “I need to tell Fury”.

Ned nodded, “we’ll cover for you, go”.

Peter smiled and patted his friend’s shoulder gratefully.

Looking at y/n he sighed softly, “thank you”.

“Do you want any help?” She asked quietly.

Peter smiled and shook his head, “it’s my mistake trusting him. I need to face up to it and face Fury’s reaction”.

“Okay,” she nodded, walking to Ned, “don’t miss the bus to the airport though!”

Peter laughed and waved to them before running off.

Y/n took a deep breath and she and Ned shared a concerned look as they headed back to the hotel.

She had no problem covering for Peter, but she worried about how fury would treat him and she couldn’t be there to support him if needed.

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Chapter 14

I Love You

The Vibe:

ALABAMA SHAKES| SOUND AND COLOR LYRICS

I find myself walking in Kissena park, the same park where I was buried. I know this is a dream for 2 major reasons, 1 being, I don't ever come back here. Something about here makes me feel a profound sadness, something I can feel deep in my soul; I usually avoid this part of town as it's too much for me to handle. My 2nd reason is that the sky was filled with a blue and purple hue, not something we usually see here in New York. As I walk along the trails of the park I find myself walking toward the lake where I was found at.

I decided to sit at the edge of the lake and watch the water ripple as I drag my hand along the top of the water. The city streets weren't booming with music and laughter as usual; It was quiet and peaceful.

"My, how beautiful you've become." I hear a woman say behind me. I turn to look at her and it was my mother. She was barefoot and dressed in white robes, her face was so similar to mine, it threw me off; but unlike myself, she looked content and at peace, there was no worry or pain written in her face like that flashback I saw of her.

Without saying a word to her I just stand and hug her, "Mom" I whisper and begin to softly cry

She holds me tightly rubbing my back, "My sweet child, I'm here now." I cry in her arms for a good 5 mins before I spoke up.

"Sorry for the waterworks" I chuckle nervously and pull away," I don't know what came over me."

"Don't apologize for releasing your feelings, my love. It's good for you, you really should do that more often. You bottle up everything, ever since you were little."

"I wouldn't know, perks of being an amnesiac" I laugh initially but then pause, "I mean no disrespect, but how would you know mom? You died..."

"Death is not the end child." she says holding the side of my face, "I've been there with you, every step of the way. Watching over you, here in the ancestral plane" She replies

"Ancestral Plane? Here? We're in it right now?" I ask and she nods "How am I able to be here? I didn't eat the heart-shaped herb "

"You're a sorceress Millaenyia, you have always been able to access this plane" I just look at her trying to process as she continues, "The Astral Dimension is made up of several planes that correspond to different afterlives. Asgardians to Valhalla, Ennead to Duat, and Wakandans to the Ancestral Plane. As a sorceress and especially as a direct descendant of Ayesha, you can easily travel here just as you breathe air."

"I've been here before, well somewhere similar, with-" I Begin

"Namor's mother" She finishes "lovely woman by the way."

"Oh my god, you've met her?" I ask

"We've become acquainted as of late" She smiles

I hold my head in my hands, "Oh god so you know about my unconscious love spell" I ask

"Yes I do" she laughs, "Oh don't be embarrassed, we both know I've done way worse with my magic." she nervously laughs

I see where I get my humor from

"Too soon" I laugh, "but seriously what were you thinking? Why risk so much? I'm trying not to be negative about this situation but I really could have used your guidance, maybe I wouldn't have ended up buried in a lake with no memory. Which by the way, is truly traumatic." I pause and recollect myself, "I'm sorry I'm not being fair. I'm just lost and confused and I need my mom"

"Don't apologize, you're my child and I failed you. That's a simple fact. With the combination of grief and the black magic from the Darkhold, I was lost and consumed by my pain. I am so sorry, I should have been there for you, and If I were there you wouldn't have gotten mixed up with Agatha." She pauses and wipes away a tear, "I'd give anything to take it all back, but I can't. What I can do now is help bring back your memories. You can't go back and change the beginning, but you can start where you are and change the ending"

I exhale and chuckle, "C.S. Lewis? Big fan of his Narnia Books?" I playfully question

"I'm dead, what else am I to do? Haunt people?" She jokes wiping away a few tears. " On a serious note though we need to talk about your past." She hesitates and holds my hand, "You buried yourself in that lake and wiped your memories."

"Why?" I ask

"Not my place to say." She sighs.

"Some help you are" I exhaustedly say, "What can you tell me?"

She smiles at me," Come on it's never that easy is it?" she laughs, "The red witch can help you with your memories."

Red Witch? Red? Scarlet Witch?

"Wanda? Strange says she's dead"

"That's what she wants you to think, she's very much alive."

I nod my head, "You mentioned me being involved with Agatha? Who is she ?"

"A very powerful and evil witch; Wanda knows where she is." She replies pulling me into a hug. "I must go now my love"

"So soon? Can I see you again?" I ask suddenly feeling so sad

"Don't worry my child, I will always be here to talk." she kisses my forehead," Study the book of Ayesha. All of your ancestor's powers are in there, learn them. Keep yourself strong sweet girl." with those parting words I blink and find myself in my bed snuggled up with Namor.

The Vibe:

Michael Jackson - Butterflies (Audio)

He was on his back and holding me in his arms; lightly snoring with every exhale. I was going to try to get up but decided to enjoy his warm embrace. His natural scent was positively intoxicating, his arms were solid and his warm skin was soft and comforting. The way he was holding me made me feel so safe and loved. Honestly, this whole vibe is turning me on. I gently roll on top of him and begin to softly kiss him starting from his chest, dipping down under the blanket to kiss his stomach, and stopping at his hips lingering there for a moment. I feel Namor stirring in his sleep so I decide to start leaving hickies along his V-line while I take my cold hands and slide them up his stomach, effectively waking him up.

"Mmm good morning Ki'ichpan." Namor says, "Something on your mind?" he says uncovering my head from under the blanket.

"Just one thing at the moment," I say gently biting his hip and eventually climbing up and wrapping myself in the blanket as I straddle him.

"Care to enlighten me?" he asks as he strokes my leg

"No" I begin to laugh and shake my head "How'd you sleep?" He begins to answer but stops, getting distracted by me widening my straddle and stroking his dick with my pussy. "What's the matter, daddy? Cats got your tongue?" I ask

Ignoring my questions he rips the blanket out from around exposing me fully and admiring the way I look on top of him. I lean forward and rest my hands on either side of his head looking down into his eyes, "You like what you see?" I say slowly grinding on him and coating his dick with my juices.

"I like what I see and feel," he says as he roughly grabs my hips holding me down and grinding back, "Can you wake me up like this every day?" he asks before I crash my lips to his and fully laying on him; wanting to be as close as to him as possible.

"I think that can be arranged" I laugh, "I want you" I whisper

Without hesitation, Namor takes his dick and positions himself under me allowing me to slowly slide down until he's ball's deep inside me. Sitting up I begin to slowly bounce on him making small claps from my ass hitting his hips. He feels so hard inside of me; with every bounce, I feel him hit my deep sweet spot causing me to moan and pick up the speed. Namor steadys himself by grabbing my sides and begins to match my rhythm under me making him go deeper inside of me. Without realizing it we had doubled our pace, my tits were bouncing up and down with each bounce of my ass. I throw my head back in pure pleasure trying to focus on my incoming orgasm. Namor can feel my walls tighten around him; swiftly he grabs me flipping us over giving himself full control, "Cumming so soon?" He asks thrusting into me with full force, "Finish now and I won't let you cum for a week" he threatens

"I can't," I say in between moans, "You feel so good" I cry out

"You can" He whispers, "Do it for daddy, do it for your King" Not able to respond with words I just frantically shake my head as I try to hold on. Laying his head in the crook of my neck he continues to bury himself in me occasionally moaning and saying small praises under his breath. Closing my eyes, I focus on my breathing trying to delay my orgasm; I scratch at his back breaking skin causing him to growl in my neck," Fuck baby" He grabs my neck and lifts looking into my eyes, lightly choking and pounding into me with such force. ," Tell me you're mine" he demands

"I'm yours!" I say matching his energy

"Again!"

"I'M YOURS" I choke out barely holding on anymore

"Oh Fuck" He moans," Cum for me Ki'ichpan," He says burying his head in my shoulder and not letting go of my neck. I moan out once more allowing myself to finally enjoy my sweet release once again seeing stars completely losing myself in this pure ecstasy. Feeling my walls grip Namor's dick forcing him to reach his climax with me. I hear him whimpering in my ear as he releases himself in me, occasionally thrusting deeper and deeper making sure he fills me up fully. With one final thrust, he slowly pulls out and relaxes on top of me allowing me to play with his hair.

"I love you." I softly say

He quickly raises himself hovering over me smiling like an Idiot, "You love me?"

"I do" I laugh

"That's the first time you've said that," he says excitedly "Please say it again" He almost begs

"I love you" I giggle

"Louder," he says kissing me sloppily everywhere

"I love you!" I practically yell to the rooftops

We stay there for a while kissing, talking, and giggling enjoying our morning together in bed.

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I lend Namor a pair of my large old MIT sweats and I'm wearing a simple silk white robe. We sit at the kitchen island eating eggs and bacon for breakfast; This is our second plate, we worked up an appetite this morning. Watching him eat is such a pure site to see, he seems so happy and content and I can't help but feel that too.

"So," he says and pauses, "Are you okay? With everything with your mother I mean."

I take his hand and play with his palm before I answer, " I'm a lot better now. I have a lot to fill you in on actually."

"I'm all ears" He smiles

"It would be a lot quicker if I show you. Do you trust me?" I say smiling at him

"Of course"

I place my hand on his cheek and hold his head to mine using my memory transference to show him what I saw happen to my parents, what Steven and I found out from my family books, last night's conversation, and leaving my conversation with his mother for last. I pull away from him still holding his cheek, "You're mother is a lovely soul, I can see where you get it from" I say smiling at him

"Are you sure it wasn't a dream? Not that I doubt your gifts, I just want to be sure." He says reluctantly.

"I'm pretty sure. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner." I say

"You apologize too much." He says smiling at me, "She was beautiful wasn't she?"

"Breathtakingly" I smile

He sheds a small tear; I stand up and make my way around to him and hold him allowing him to fully feel his emotions.

I wonder if he's ever let himself grieve.

We sit there for a while in silence processing our thoughts, "So, you cast a spell looking for me?" He finally speaks up smiling again like a dork

"Of course, that's the first thing you ask." I say looking away embarrassed "I didn't do it on purpose" I laugh

Namor pulls me into a kiss and steals the air from my lungs before asking me, "And who's Steven?"

Completely caught off guard, "A friend, why do you ask?" I say laughing

"You 2 seemed familiar," he says looking into my eyes

I roll my eyes at him, "I've been familiar with plenty of men and women." I position myself in between his legs and whisper in his ear, "Are you jealous?" I ask knowingly poking the bear

"I am a jealous man, I can admit that," he says nipping at my neck, "I don't like the idea of sharing"

I snake my hand in his hair and firmly grab it pulling his head back, "I don't either" He smiles and grabs my ass, starting up round 2

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The Vibe:

Frank Sinatra - Witchcraft

Namor and I have bummed around all day in the apartment, I Introduced him to Netflix so we've spent most of the day watching Hill House; for a strong stoic man he freaks out at the smallest jumpscare. Peter even joined us for a bit before he went to work. After watching episode 5 and tragically finding out who the bent-neck lady was, we both decide to take a much-needed break.

This is the perfect time to find Wanda using a locator spell.

I tell Namor my plan and he sits on the couch closely watching my every move, he was so fascinated by my magic. I clear my coffee table and lay out my map; I then go grab my decorative jar of sand and pour some on the map.

Gotta be creative...

Like before I hold my hand over the map and close my eyes focusing on an image of Wanda I have in my head.

Show me the path that I cannot find, Guide me to Wanda for I am blind.

Just as before a gust of wind flows throw my hand as I open my eyes; the sand had covered the whole map except for Sokovia...

She went home.

"Interesting," I say cleaning up my mess, "Well I know where to start looking I guess."

"Will you be going alone? I can come with you."

"She's 'The Scarlet Witch', her power is dangerous, especially for non-magic users; I'd be safer if you didn't come, no distractions." I pause and hold his hand, "Don't worry, I won't go alone; I'll bring a friend" He nods satisfied that I won't be by myself, "Well enough of that. What do ya wanna do now?" I curiously ask

"We should go out; I'd like to get to know your city," He says genuinely

"Really?" I ask

"Really" He smiles and repeats

This is going to be fun as hell

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profeyandere · 2 years

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𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐑. ─── ☾ 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘

Masterlist || Marvel Masterlist || Wattpad

Word Count: 3.3k

Pairing: Reed Richards x Reader

Warning: Spoilers from Doctor Strange, angst, death mentions

English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistake and if you can help me improve it, I will greatly appreciate it. I hope you enjoy it :D

"Surrender and let me end your suffering."

The words of The Scarlet Witch could hurt you inside, even though you were aware of that double meaning that she had used when speaking to you. It was your determination and your hope of being able to save your friends that were making you act in that way so little predictable and erratic, you may even later receive a strong scolding from Professor Xavier, but you would risk suffering the consequences if your colleagues remained unharmed by the attacks of that woman who wanted to get to the girl who was in your facilities and suddenly had landed in your universe.

You would never have believed that anyone was sufficiently consumed by the Darkhold until you met Wanda and heard about her from the new Doctor Strange who had magically appeared.

Suddenly, during your fantasy morning routine where you stay home for part of the day, you received an unexpected call from your best friend, Reed Richards, who informed you about the arrival of two people from a different universe, being something that didn't particularly catch your attention until he mentioned that one of them was a new Doctor Strange who wasn't yours; it didn't take you more than two minutes to be at the main base of The Illuminati, the group that had been formed with some of the masterminds of the known universe.

A new Doctor Strange was there, in front of your eyes, warning of a threat even greater than himself, much greater than any of the villains you'd once faced, and it wasn't until you saw Wanda Maximoff through the monitors installed in the base, that you finally got going to try to stop it.

Now the situation had gotten out of control and, in an attempt to make you see to what extent her power was aggressive enough. She had ended the life of one of your companions in the most horrifying way possible; Black Bolt, known to be the king of the Inhumans, tried to stop her with just a scream, obtaining death by disappearing his mouth and panicking about it, causing several of his organs to explode internally due to the loudness and strength of his voice and causing him to drop dead on the ground with half a skull cracked, leaving you all frozen, obviously preparing for the attack.

"I can't let you do this, even if your reason is fair enough," you murmured. "You may have lost loved ones, but it is no excuse to do this."

You could barely make out his bloody figure through the lightning you had both faced, merging the green coming from you with the red coming out of her hands, creating a continuous clash with your powers that had easily come to nothing; you were not the most powerful of your companions, you were aware of your limitations, but you knew that now you had to trust yourself more than ever to be able to defeat the villain, even if your life hung by a thread.

"Tell me you wouldn't like to be with the people you love," Wanda spoke as she gradually stopped her power, trying to make you understand that you should have a little truce. "Make me see that you are happy even if your wish is not fulfilled."

You understood that those words would bring with them some kind of proposal that, although it was true that you would reject instantly, at least you hoped that it would bring with it some kind of long and continuous talk that would allow the rest of your friends to put together a plan where you would come out winners or, failing that, you could run away with Cristine and the girl from another universe.

"What do you mean by that?" You asked, watching Reed take a step towards you out of the corner of your eye.

"I'll explain it to you if your friends don't interrupt us," she answered as he looked over your shoulder at Mr Fantastic, "tell them to stay calm, I have no intention of attacking while you don't do anything that could cause your death."

You took a long and shaky breath, afraid of doing something wrong, turning around so you could make eye contact with your teammates who seemed ready to attack at any moment to get you out of the situation. You made a sign with your hands to calm down and trust what you were about to do; these were critical moments, and unless you timed your words correctly, you knew it was very likely that within seconds you would all be dead.

"They won't attack," you assured, turning to the witch to be able to talk with her and give your companions time to come up with a good plan, "now explain what you meant by that."

Wanda extended her right hand towards you, obviously to take it, but it was Reed's hand that caused you to not be able to take a step towards the woman, seeing how he was worried and distrustful of the situation; you wanted to assure him that everything would be fine, that it would surely end in a matter of minutes and that Wanda would disappear by the magic of friendship or whatever absurd thing you could think of, but you were not even sure that you could get out of that situation alive.

Your thumb slid over his slowly to calm his nerves, feeling the warmth that his body gave off even with the suit on and allowing that sensation of tranquillity that his closeness would always have caused you to transfer to your body. Your eyes made contact with his, being able to distinguish that characteristic shine full of concern in him, but you gave him one of your sweet smiles that, somehow, relieved the tension he felt after having seen how willing you were to sacrifice your life for them and the multiverse.

Always, you didn't know how, you had had that special connection that you never managed to label, but that had always helped in situations where fear, pressure and tension were the protagonists.

Slowly, you let your hand slide through hers until you freed yourself from her grasp and walked towards The Scarlet Witch seriously and haughtily, hoping to cause some kind of intimidation in her, but her outstretched hand did not seem hesitant.

You didn't feel any kind of pain when you made contact with her, just a strong dizziness product of the trance in which she was submerging you thanks to her powers.

(…)

The strong dizziness, the product of Wanda's magic, made you look for something to hold on to, forcing you to move your hands to the first thing in front of you, finding yourself with the surprise of being clutched to the surface a whitish polka-dotted countertop blackish that you did not swear to have seen in your life, confusing you by the sudden change of scenery that had formed around you.

While you tried to control your breathing and regain your balance, you kept your eyes closed to calm down while you felt on your skin and fingertips the different sensations that the new scenario caused you. The coldness of the countertop with the warmth that it crawled slowly through your body, it made you understand that you were in a house, specifically in a kitchen.

And you were not wrong.

Around you, you could see a huge refrigerator, the ceramic hob, several upper shelves where large crockery was proudly displayed and a large number of drawers where the utensils to make different types of meals should be found, in addition to the electronic devices around you they could point out that you weren't in your usual home because you'd never had enough money to have a kitchen this big with all that knick-knack, and if you'd had enough money, it never really appealed to you to live in a mansion with a huge kitchen. You had never seen that room, you were not able to recognize it and, even if you tried to say where you were, there was nothing else besides the magnets on the fridge that could give you a clue.

You were completely lost.

You looked at yourself and the soft pyjamas you were wearing made you smile because at least the clothes looked familiar to you and you couldn't help but be happy that something seemed familiar to you, of course, it was the small and simple ring on your left hand what confused you. You knew that the engagement one was on the right, the married one on the left, but you swore you hadn't been with anyone in recent years and you weren't completely ready for someone to propose to you.

"Sweetie?"

That voice, usually strong and self-confident, now sweet and calm, made your heart melt, especially because of the affectionate nickname that had come from her lips.

There, behind you and on the other side of the huge table that ran through the kitchen, was the tall figure of Reed who, worried that he had called you a couple of times from the living room and had not received any answer except for the fall of something similar to a plate, had approached the kitchen to see if something had happened to you while you were putting what was in the dishwasher, finding with the surprise that there was one of the plates shattered on the floor, possibly having broken when you had reached that illusion.

"What?"

The whisper coming from your lips worried him even more that maybe you had hit yourself and had a concussion but, rounding the centre kitchen table, he found the little mess at your feet, making him smile when he saw his suspicions had been confirmed. You had broken a plate and you intended to throw it before he did, as had happened to you the previous four times.

"If you needed help, you just had to tell me," he said before moving closer to the pottery on the floor, reaching his hand toward your head so he could slowly stroke your hair. "You haven't cut yourself, have you?"

Nothing came out of your mouth but unintelligible murmurs, causing the characteristic laugh that had always caused butterflies in your stomach to come out of him.

"I'm fine," you assured me when you noticed his extensible hands at the height of your waist that helped you to sit on the counter, "I can do it."

"I'm sure of that," he spoke, placing himself between your legs and avoiding the pieces of the broken plate to be closer to you, "but I don't want you to cut yourself, again."

That innate concern in him made you happy because you felt for a moment that he especially cared for you, but he left you speechless when he gently planted his lips on yours, creating a short but sweet kiss that caused you to turn red in a matter of seconds, plus his subsequent wink at the state he had left you in made you stutter.

"You've dreamed of this a million times, right?

The female voice next to you alerted you, making you hurry down from the counter to bump into Reed, who suddenly vanished in a cloud of red, leaving him disoriented and worried.

"What is this?" You asked with fear, taking a couple of steps back to put a little distance between you and the witch.

"This has always been your dream, to have a life with him, hasn't it?" She questioned, making you groan under your breath. "Don't get defensive, I just want to let you know that if you help me get America's powers I can give you this life in another universe."

"I know that dreams are windows to another universe, and I would love to be with him, but I am aware that something very bad would happen," you spoke. "What would I do with myself from that universe? I couldn't destroy it and I doubt Reed would be foolish enough to think that I in my universe is the same as his."

"Your self in this universe wouldn't know about it," she intervened. "It wouldn't destroy itself, you'd just take over his body, so you wouldn't need to kill anyone,” she explained. "You would replace her, you would have his life and everything you ever wanted, the man of your dreams and the loved family and, honestly, I would never intervene in it if you agree to help me."

Wanda's proposal was clear: Your most cherished desire in exchange for a betrayal.

(…)

You suddenly opened your eyes, blinking a few times as you felt Wanda's hands slide through yours until they released you, allowing you to take a step back and have some space to come back to yourself.

"I understand that you want to offer me something that you also yearn for," you began. "You want to be with the people you love, but this is not the way, and even if you try to trick me into helping you by offering me the life I want, I would never betray the people I love, I don't care what universe it is in."

Wanda frowned.

"You should understand my pain," she spoke angrily, her voice trembling and her eyes turning red. "He will never love you in this universe, you will never find happiness being here, and I can give it to you if you help me."

"I don't care," you said, "as long as he's happy, so am I."

For Wanda that was the trigger, she knew that you would never be on her side.

The Illuminati had been able to observe and listen to your interaction with Wanda and, although they had not been able to see what you had experienced nor had they been able to observe your facial expressions, they were aware of that wish that you wanted so much to fulfil and that you could not achieve in the first place this universe and they only had to look at Reed to realize that he had understood it too. You only had to see the way you looked at him to know that all you wanted was to be with the man of your dreams, even if it was too late for that.

The group, hearing your words, confirmed their suspicions, and it was the explosion of light that almost made them fall to the ground because both you and Wanda, in an attempt to do your jobs, pushed your powers to the maximum to defeat the other, causing not only everything around you to tremble but also your physique to change; auras of different colours surrounded you and your eyes shone with intensity to the point where perfectly, in a dark room, it could be the only thing that would be seen.

"Go away, I won't be able to contain her for the rest of my life!"

Your voice, louder than ever this time, startled the heroes, causing them to look at each other.

"What do you mean?" Carter asked. "We are a team. We stand together."

"And I refuse to let you die like Black Bolt!" You exclaimed, holding your hands out in front of you. "The only thing I ask of you is that you go away, it's the only thing I want most right now!"

Reed, who was closest to you, could distinguish the small tears that came out of your eyes and that disintegrated in the air as a result of the shock wave that had remained since this second attack began, so he only looked at his companions to make them understand that they should try to save you, create some kind of distraction so that you could run away with them because, as expected, he would never leave you behind.

"We can't leave," Reed spoke up. "We can defeat her if we unite."

"Without a plan, we can't do anything," Captain Marvel murmured as she bit her lower lip. "It's the only way."

"She's asking us to abandon her," Richard intervened again, seeing how you backed away a few centimetres from your initial position due to the lack of strength you were beginning to have, "we can't leave her here."

Both women were struggling internally.

They were aware that you couldn't fight Wanda alone, that they could help you save the multiverse, but it was also true that they had no battle plan to fight against that witch and that they could all die trying; in any of the different situations, someone died.

Reed didn't want his best friend to die, but he couldn't take down Wanda with you alone.

"What are you waiting for!?"

Your screams, exclamations and growls finally made them make up their minds, and they would be miserable for the rest of their lives for not being able to save your life, but they also knew your limitations, and they knew you wouldn't last much longer on your feet.

Time was running out for them.

The women watched your static figure in the middle of the room, just going to the main lab without saying goodbye knowing that it would be too much for them to leave you there, and they already felt selfish for having promised to protect the entire universe but not being able to protect you.

Reed, on the other hand, watched your petite figure struggle against the force that Wanda was exerting on you without any shred of compassion while you stood with very little stability. You were getting further and further behind, and you were reaching a point where you couldn't take it anymore, where you were ready to accept your fate and surrender to Wanda, but seeing your friend's tear-filled eyes was what surprised you.

You thought one last look back wouldn't hurt but seeing him fall apart was the worst thing you've ever seen in your life.

"Reed!" You called out to him, seeing how he seemed to crumble inside just by looking at you. "Everything will be fine!"

"You're going to die," he murmured, but he said it loud enough for you to hear, making you laugh for a moment at the implausibility of the situation.

"Don't look at it that way, okay? I'm just going to materialize in another universe," you declared, surprising him, by the positive vision you had. "You'll be fine, Reed, and so will I, don't worry".

The man felt how rivers of tears came out of his eyes and rolled down his bushy cheeks, feeling angry about what was happening and not being able to control it.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, running his hands over his face.

He didn't want to see your hopeful eyes, bright and full of sympathy and affection towards him, he knew he didn't deserve it after having made you suffer for so many years; he was aware of your feelings, that he would not reciprocate them was another matter, but he hated himself for not having been able to make you happy or for having told you that he did not reciprocate you so that you would have moved on, but he preferred to keep you with him than to lose you forever.

The thought of him made her turn so she could head toward the lab, but it was your voice that stopped her.

"Reed," you called him for the last time, seeing how he turned to look at you, "don't be sad, everything will be fine, give Susan my regards."

That was her farewell, and he was not able to tell you anything for fear of breaking.

While Reed ran towards the laboratory, helping his companions to break the small window where America was, a loud explosion was heard coming from the room where you were, being able to distinguish your body among all the smoke that ascended little by little towards the ceiling to then fall with great force towards the ground several times, surprising the heroes who watched the scene in panic and terror.

Although everyone had lost a friend and was shocked, they never knew that you passed away with a smile thinking that you were happy with the man you loved in another universe.

#reed richards #reed #richards #reed richards x reader #reed richards x you #reed richards x oc #krasinski!reed x reader #krasinski!reed x you #krasinski!reed x oc #reader #you #oc #john krasinski #reed richards imagine #krasinski!reed imagine #john krasinski imagine #multiverse of madness #marvel

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our-blood-is-our-ink · 1 year

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are you kidding? this is exactly what i wanted! it's even better tbh

and yes please the alternate thoughts. i want the full corrupted salem!agatha brainrot

take your time writing it tho! no rush ☺️

-👻

Ahhhh okay I'm so glad you enjoyed it!

This is less of corrupted Agatha and more innocent Agatha who's getting manipulate by everyone around her. Which is why these are the alternative thoughts.

I was smart and had screenshot what I had wrote, so this is pretty much copied and pasted.

Warnings: mentions/hints of abuse

Some bulletpoints:

You're a little older than Agatha Harkness, the daughter of the leader of the Salem Coven, but not by much.

Your own coven cast you out into exile after you had found a book titled The Darkhold while sorting through your grandmother's belongings she had left to you upon her passing, and it proved to be a magical lifeline, for previously where you had been ridiculed for being so magically weak, you were suddenly strong. Powerful.

Of course your coven had picked up something was wrong and casted you out, relieved to have found an excuse to cut you from the only family you had left. (Some fucking family.)

You find yourself in Salem, and it isn't long before you notice signs of a coven of witches living there.

It takes you a few months, but you're able to identify who's in it and most of their dynamics.

Which of course means you notice Agatha.

She's desperate for her mother's approval, and works just as hard as you had been forced to before finding the Darkhold. She's also clearly magically gifted, although her mother makes for a shit teacher, which in turn causes Agatha to struggle with getting things right the first time, as Evanora expects.

That's another thing. Evanora clearly resents Agatha for having so much magical prowess because to her mother, Agatha appears to not be applying herself to the things she should be, and that's a waste of ability and strength. (If this wasn't the 1600s, if this were our modern day, Agatha probably would have been diagnosed with a learning disability or autism or both. But because it isn't, she's punished unfairly for things that are out of her control. She doesn't understand why she can't be the person everyone wants her to be, needs her to be. She doesn't understand and you find her punishing herself further for it. Because if she was goed like her mother said, she wouldn't be struggling like this.)

You can hardly blame Agatha for turning to the few dark spell books her mother kept around their house. After all, dark magic doesn't require you to do anything other than listen, something Agatha is very, very good at, despite appearances.

You hate how Agatha's coven treats her, she reminds you of yourself. So you decide to befriend her and help her out. The first time you demonstrate your witchcraft to Agatha, she freaks out.

"There aren't supposed to be other witches in Salem, they're all driven out or killed if they aren't accepted into the coven."

After calming her down and waiting a few weeks for Agatha to come to terms with your secret, you reveal the Darkhold to her.

She's very hesitant at first. After all, it's one thing for her to study the magic she gets so easily when it's from books she knows her mother deemed safe enough to keep in the house, it's another thing entirely to study from an unknown book a relatively unknown witch is introducing to her.

You manage to convince her to try one spell.

One spell leads to another, which leads to another, which leads to yet another, until one day Agatha shows up at your door, banging frantically on it.

"My fingers, they're starting to stain like yours. You told me it would take longer for it to happen, I thought I had more time to learn the glamor spell."

You're surprised. The Darkhold generally takes a longer time to start its path of corruption than this. You hadn't lied to Agatha about that.

Except, now that you think about it, Agatha had been practicing dark magic for a lot longer than you ever had been. It just happened to be that the spells Agatha had been using prior to the Darkhold were far tamer.

You explain your thoughts. "It calls to you, Agatha. You truly have a gift."

Agatha can't admit it even to herself, but she craves the darkness within witchcraft. She's addicted,

But what she can call it is the description you so kindly gave her.

"I do have a gift, don't I?"

Of course, nothing stays secret forever.

Evanora happened to notice Agatha wasn't where she had said she was going to be, and had set off to find her constantly wayward daughter.

It's how she found the two of you, you leaning against a tree, smiling softly as you watched Agatha play with tendrils of shadow she had conjured, a child-like look of wonder on her face, both your fingers openly displaying the path into darkness you've chosen.

She goes after you first, hurling her magic at you, and you're lucky you feel it before you see it, otherwise you'd be dead.

"How dare you." She's so angry, and you can hear Agatha letting out a whimper of fear.

That's what does it for you. In your time with the raven-haired witch, you've fallen quite hard for her, and clearly this isn't the first time Evanora displayed such anger in front of her daughter.

In fact, several things click together. You begin to understand the extent of harm Evanora has inflicted on her daughter.

But her attention is no longer on you, it's on Agatha.

And she's furious.

Agatha cowers, pleading.

Evanora grips her arm harshly.

"You will stand trial for this betrayal. And you!" She spits, glaring at you. "I shall deal with you if you're stupid enough to stay in Salem."

Before you can stop her, she teleports, which is ridiculously hard to do with just yourself, let alone with a second person.

Agatha's magical ability must have been something she inherited.

You search for her, but can't find Agatha anywhere.

And you'd have to be suicidal to try to break into the Harkness home, and while you desperately want to, you're no good to Agatha dead.

You settle for waiting just out of thesightline of the house, but you never see anyone going in or out.

Night falls, and you still don't move.

Eventually, near daybreak, you spot Agatha, wobbling through the sky.

"What happened?" You ask, concerned when she lands.

"I killed them." She whispers, before breaking down into tears.

"Good." You say firmly, even as you cradle her. "Good. They deserved it."

Agatha doesn't believe you, but "mother said I couldn't be good. Those were her last words.”

"So don't be good. She wanted to be right so badly. Grant her one last wish."

Agatha wants to argue, but she can't deny the hunger that has suddenly awoken within her, and instinctively she knows she can't be good if she plans on feeding it.

"We need to leave." She whispers against your shoulder.

"We'll leave tomorrow." You say. "No one will think to look for you in my home. We were too careful for people to know of our connection. And you need sleep."

Agatha's too tired to fight.

And perhaps you're a little to smug about how you've now taken down not just your own coven in retribution for their treatment of you, but now Agatha's.

But it's okay for you to be a bit smug. Agatha will learn in time that the only people who deserve their witchcraft are those like the pair of you.

Worthy.

(I will mention that neither of these posts mentions the version I was originally talking about, one where the reader corrupts Agatha with dark magic and helps her break free of Evanora, who I do frequently write with the assumption that she's abusive to Agatha. And Evanora discovers this and throws Agatha onto trial because Agatha is a threat to her and her position of power. It's less about a genuine corruption of morals and ethics and more of Agatha making some poor decisions due to the things she suffered through.)

#sky's inbox #sky writes #sky answers #sky replies #sky's 👻 anon #c: agatha #agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader

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random-writerings · 2 years

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Kris Fletcher x Deke Shaw - Soulmate AU

Background: Kris grew up with Jemma but didn’t join S.H.I.E.L.D. until she became an Inhuman. She gained the ability to manipulate/increase someone’s pain just by touching them. But that changed in the Framework when AIDA wanted to steal her powers but still wanted to experience what it was like to touch people. AIDA found a way to change Kris’ powers using the Darkhold, then she instructed The Doctor how to experiment on Kris until her powers could be controlled by her mind alone. Once out of the Framework, these changes seemed to still be in effect, but no one knows if they’re permanent. Kris is relieved to be able to touch people again without hurting them, but she still gets anxious that her powers will revert back without her noticing. And Fitz can't get rid of the crushing guilt he feels for essentially torturing his friend.

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Kris sat in the diner, lost in thought. The team, her friends, were all chatting away, enjoying these last few moments together before they would be arrested. They were all fresh out of the Framework and the fight with AIDA had taken its toll on everyone. Fitz still couldn't look Kris in the eye.

Daisy bumped Kris’ arm gently, causing her to instinctively recoil from the contact.

“You know you're able to touch people now,” Daisy joked softly.

“I know. I'm sorry. Old habits and all that.”

“Don't apologise. I was just worried about you. You're awfully quiet.”

“Thanks. I'm fine though.”

Daisy raised one eyebrow but left it alone. Kris turned back to stare at her half-eaten burger. As she reached out for it, the cuff of her sleeve moved slightly, exposing the tattooed skin on her inner wrist. Her soulmate’s first words to her, apparently. Everyone was born with it. Most people found their soulmates pretty easily but there were some out there who had very generic phrases (‘Hi, nice to meet you’, ‘Sorry, excuse me’, etc). But her’s just didn't make sense. Kris had pondered over the meaning for years but was still none the wiser. It was a pretty simple phrase, really, it was just one word that stuck out, one word she didn't know: ‘What about you? I don’t suppose you have a Metric?’

What the hell even is a Metric?

That was the first thing she was going to ask her soulmate when she met them. She had searched for years, scoured through old books, browsed the internet, even accessed a ton of S.H.I.E.L.D. files that she probably shouldn't have, just to find out what it was. But she had found nothing.

She tried not to think about it too much. But that was hard to do, considering her team was made up of lovey-dovey soulmates. Fitz and Simmons had known they were soulmates since they were seventeen, but they never did anything about it until recently (despite Kris pushing Jemma to just ask him out already). Now that they were together though, they put everyone else in the world to shame with their big romantic gestures and awe-inspiring dedication to one another. It was sweet, and Kris was happy for them, but it made her own failed relationships look even worse.

And of course, Mack and Yo-Yo were equally as affectionate. The team could always tell when they were flirting because they would not-very-subtly switch to Spanish. At least Coulson and May were more discreet when it came to public displays of affection. Besides, Kris wasn't the only one who hadn't found her soulmate. Daisy, like Kris, had been in relationships before but still hadn't heard someone say those magic words. Daisy’s phrase was one of the generic ones: ‘Who the hell are you?’ Of course, this was said to S.H.I.E.L.D. agents pretty often but Daisy’s responses never matched up with the other person’s words.

Kris was pulled from her thoughts when the lights suddenly went out. Armed men ran into the diner, lining up behind them. Kris could feel the guns trained on their backs without having to turn around. She raised her hands slowly like the others while Coulson talked to a man behind him.

The next thing she knew, she was facing a tall white stone with three red stripes carved into it. Her ears rang as she gasped for air. Were they drugged?

“Is everyone alright?” Coulson asked.

“Yeah, I think so,” Mack replied.

Kris turned to Jemma whose gaze was fixated on the stone. Before she could ask if she was alright, the stone began to melt into liquid. It splashed towards them, swallowing up the team. Panic swept over Kris as the wave of liquid stone rushed across the floor towards her. Jemma had told her about this, told her about the monolith that had abducted her to an alien planet for six months (not to mention the murderous Inhuman who lived there and later enslaved Daisy). The white wave gripped her feet and pulled her under.

~~~

She woke up on a cold hard floor. She turned her head, cautiously testing out movement in her limbs. She came face to face with what appeared to be a very dehydrated dead body. Kris jumped back, rolling away before standing up. Her eyes widened as she took in the pile of bodies against the wall. Her head swam after standing up so quickly so she placed a hand on the wall to steady herself. She closed her eyes and took some deep breaths, running her free hand over her face. They had just escaped the Framework and now they were probably in space, surrounded by dead bodies.

Great, just what we need. More sci-fi-esque horror movie nonsense.

Something clattered across the room. Kris stood up straighter and headed carefully towards the noise. She paused next to some boxes, listening to the sound of someone or something rummaging around. Sitting on top of a nearby box was a thick metal crowbar. She slowly picked it up, her heart beating loudly in her ears. She took another deep breath, steadying herself, before turning the corner with her crowbar raised.

The person, crouched on the ground, whipped around to face her. Kris sighed in relief and lowered the crowbar.

“Jemma. You scared the shit out of me.”

“Yeah, well you scared me too,” the other woman countered. “Here put this on. Quickly. We don’t know if this air is breathable.”

She held out a gas mask and Kris raised her eyebrow.

“It seems fine to me.”

“Well, just in case.” Jemma wiggled the mask in front of her face.

Kris thought about it for a moment then took it. After all, Jemma usually knew best. As they adjusted the masks, they heard another noise from where Kris had been earlier. Kris picked up her makeshift weapon again and they headed back across the room.

Luckily it was only Yo-Yo, who seemed to have just appeared. Jemma reached out for her, but Yo-Yo turned, grabbing Jemma’s arm.

“Wait! Yo-Yo–” Jemma was cut off by Yo-Yo kicking her in the stomach. She fell backwards as Yo-Yo searched the room for a weapon.

“Yo-Yo, stop it’s us.” Kris held up her hands. But Yo-Yo didn’t seem to hear her as she grabbed something off a counter and lunged at Jemma again.

“No, no. Yo-Yo, wait! It’s me,” Jemma tried again breathlessly.

Yo-Yo paused. “Simmons?”

“What on earth? I'm lucky there were no knives.” Jemma took off her mask and Kris followed her lead.

“Kris,” Yo-Yo sighed, relieved to see another friendly face.

“Hey.” Kris nodded. Yo-Yo turned back to Jemma.

“What the hell were you doing with those masks? Trying to give me a heart attack?”

“Well, I wasn't sure the air was safe in here.” Jemma gestured to the pile of bodies behind them. “They were trying to get out. I thought maybe it was for air when I saw these masks on the ground, but I guess not.”

“And you?” Yo-Yo asked Kris.

“I don’t know.” Kris shrugged. “Jemma is the scientist, I just do what she says. If she says the air is potentially not safe, then, yeah, I'll put on a creepy gas mask. It's better than dying.”

Jemma walked back over the bodies and pulled one out towards her by the ankles.

“Ugh, Jemma, no. Please don’t.” Kris turned away, disgusted.

“Do you really–” Yo-Yo started. “Is that the smartest thing?”

“They're already dead, there's nothing to be scared of,” Jemma stated matter-of-factly.

“No. Of course not.” Yo-Yo walked over for a closer inspection. Kris shook her head.

“Yeah, no. I’m staying over here thanks.”

“Oh don't be silly. It's only a dead body, Kris,” Jemma sighed as she lifted the person’s shirt up.

“‘It's only a dead body, Kris,’” Kris mocked her friend. “Yeah, well, I appeared right next to it. I think I've inspected it closely enough.”

Jemma rolled her eyes and continued working.

“Wow, that looks like Momia Junita from the Incan–”

“The Incan mummies, yeah,” Jemma finished Yo-Yo’s sentence. “These people have been dead for a long while, but their bodies seem absent of all interstitial fluid. It's completely dehydrated them, preserving them.”

“Oh, great,” Kris mumbled under her breath, sarcastically.

“Dehydrated how? Frozen?” Yo-Yo asked, ignoring her.

“No.” Jemma looked from the body. “Drained.”

“Oh. ‘They're already dead. There's nothing to be scared of’. Really?” Yo-Yo asked. “What sucks a human dry?”

“Aliens.” Mack’s voice replied from behind them. They turned to see him and Coulson dragging a man’s body into the room, where they dropped it on the floor with a heavy thump.

“Mack.” Yo-Yo smiled and ran towards him. Mack closed the metal door behind them and pulled Yo-Yo into a hug. “Gracias adios.”

“I'm happy to see you, too. But I’m not happy you're here.”

“Aliens?” Jemma and Kris asked simultaneously.

“Yep. Coulson’s 99 percent sure we’re in space.”

Jemma sighed and closed her eyes. “Not again.”

“Hey, quick question. Is he, like, alive?” Kris asked, pointing to the man on the floor. It seemed that Coulson was checking his wrist for a pulse.

“Hopefully.” Coulson looked up.

“Alright.” Jemma continued. “Any idea which part of space we’re in?”

“Uh, outer?” Coulson shrugged, getting up.

“Sir, we have no idea what kind of creature these people were trying to get away from,” Jemma informed him.

“Question I’m asking is, who locked them in?” Coulson replied.

“Great, just great. A creature that can drain a whole human being and something else that is intelligent enough to lock doors and is also possibly dangerous.” Kris shook her head and sighed. “I’m so retiring after this.”

“You’re too young to retire,” Coulson chuckled.

“Don't care. I'm gonna do it anyway.”

Mack and Coulson hauled the man onto a chair in the other corner of the room.

Suppose it’s better than leaving the guy on the floor.

“You know what, Coulson?” Mack threw his hands in the air, sounding annoyed. “I agree with Kris. I’m out. We get through this, I am packing it in.”

“Sorry, Mack. You already quit years ago,” Coulson replied.

“Yeah, well I didn't quit hard enough.”

Coulson ignored him and turned to Jemma. “So, are these people human?”

“Humanoid, at least. Means we aren't the first ones here.”

“Hey! Wake up!” Coulson returned to the unconscious man. “Geez, Mack, how hard did you hit him?”

“What do you mean?” Mack asked, confused. “As hard as I possibly could. Look, I don’t half-hit people. It's a punch. That's why it's called a punch.”

“Are you sure you didn’t kill him? He's been out for a while.” Kris joined Coulson next to the man, crouching down to get a good look at him.

“No, I didn’t kill him.” Mack sounded offended.

“Okay, sorry, I’m just asking.” Kris held up her hands. Coulson began rummaging around in the guy’s pockets.

“Uh, are you sure you should be doing that?” Kris asked.

“I'll give back anything we find once he wakes up. Right now we need answers and he's not conscious enough to give them. Help me, will you?”

Kris sighed. “Alright. Whatever you say, sir.”

She pulled back the front of his jacket and checked the pockets of his shirt. Nothing. Then something caught her eye, something under his sleeve. She lifted the fabric to reveal words on his wrist.

“Hey, good news. He’s definitely human.” She held up his wrist for the others to see. Jemma went back to the pile of dead bodies and checked their wrists as well.

“They all have words on their wrists. So it is a human outpost.” She sounded hopeful.

“Yeah, and of course it's being overrun by creatures that suck out your innards.” Mack sighed. “I should’ve been a fireman.” He walked past Jemma and threw the wrench on the table with clang.

~~~

Eventually the unconscious guy, Virgil, woke up. He seemed awestruck by the team but didn’t have a chance to explain why before spiky blue alien stabbed him through the head. The team ran out into the corridor trying to get away from it. It cornered them in a dead end but Daisy saved them, using her powers to make the thing explode in midair. She asked if they had an explanation but they couldn’t tell her much.

“Apparently Fitz didn't get taken,” Jemma turned to Daisy.

“No. At least, he wasn’t in the room with the monolith,” Daisy replied. “I was the last to go through. I saw it all.”

“Well, that's some relief. He’s safe from this, better off than we are.”

“Yeah. You okay?”

“Fine. What, do you think he isn’t better off? He has to be.” Kris could hear the panic rising in Jemma’s voice.

“No, that's not what I'm saying.”

“Jemma, I’m sure he’s fine.” Kris tried to calm her down. But Jemma ignored them both and continued talking.

“Or that he did something drastic? He wouldn’t do that. He was right there with us at the diner,” Jemma began speaking faster as she panicked more.

“No, I'm not saying any of that. It's just you guys are constantly torn apart,” Daisy said.

“Cursed, as he would say.” Jemma rolled her eyes. “Well, I'm not afraid that he isn’t here. I'm thrilled. He’s no doubt working this problem, probably trying to get a message to us right now. Better for everyone he isn’t here.”

“Right. We still need one member of the team on Earth to get us home,” Kris reasoned. “Good thing it’s Fitz, too. He’s the only one who knows how to build the stuff we need to get back. Besides, you two are soulmates. You’ll always find your way back to each other, no matter what”

“Yeah, you're probably right.” Jemma didn’t sound too convinced but Kris was just glad her friend wasn’t panicking anymore.

“Yeah, well, May did get pulled through,” Daisy addressed everyone. “I saw it. So we should find her.”

~~~

As the team walked through the maze of corridors, Coulson and Jemma hung back to discuss how and when this place had been built. Then Yo-Yo spotted a flare lying on the floor and Mack hurried back to get Jemma and Coulson. The flare died as the others caught up with them. Mack approached the nearby door and everyone moved behind him. He got a confirmation nod from Coulson before kicking the door open. They barged inside only to find an empty room. Well, not completely empty. A couple of bodies were lying on the floor, seemingly killed the same way as the ones in the other room.

“Nothing.” Daisy sighed.

“Nothing alive.” Yo-Yo corrected her.

As they searched the room, Daisy bumped into a console against the wall.

“‘Water Reclamation’,” she read. She started pressing buttons and the console lit up.

They all watched as Daisy pulled up a map of what appeared to be space. She pressed a few more buttons but the monitor began beeping. A message flashed up on screen saying in large capital letters:

HUMAN ACCESS DENIED

Underneath that was writing in a language Kris had never seen before.

“Coulson, do you recognise this language?” Daisy asked.

He approached the monitor and took a look.

“No. I don’t think humans are running this place after all.”

Then there was a thud on a door next to them. They all turned to look at the source of the noise. The doors burst open and three tall blue aliens entered the room. One of them raised a gun while another slammed a staff into Yo-Yo. She fell back and Mack stepped forward, punching the alien in the face. His head whipped to the side but he seemed mostly unaffected as he turned back to Mack. The one with the gun raised it in the air and a pulse of light shot out of it, knocking them all back.

~~~

Kris began to stir, until someone grabbed her leg, and she shot up. The blue alien holding her ankle snarled at her as she kicked him. She glanced quickly around the room and realised no one else was awake. She felt panic rising in her chest and tightening her throat, making it hard to breathe. She used her panic to strengthen her powers and the alien holding her suddenly let go, growling in pain. She scrambled to her feet as fast as she could, fighting the lightheadness.

The other two aliens advanced towards her. Kris backed away but the one with the staff grabbed her arm. He raised the weapon above his head, ready to bring it down on her. She sent a wave of pain through his hand and up his arm. He recoiled and cried out in pain, letting go of her. The other reached out for her so she used her new-found non-touch related abilities against him. It was more successful than the other attacks and he crumpled to the ground in agony. She used this chance to escape, dodging the first alien who had recovered. She pulled the door open and fled into the corridor. He stalked out after her but she kept running. She rounded a corner but didn't hear any heavy footsteps following her. She stood against the wall, listening. She heard one of aliens in the room call out to the one in the corridor. She heard him retreat back into the room. She dared to peek around the corner and saw them dragging her friends from the room. At the end of the corridor, they split off, two of them taking Daisy, Coulson and Jemma, and the other one taking Yo-Yo and Mack.

Shit.

She noticed a loose panel in the wall beside her. Opening it, she realised it was a vent system. It seemed to lead off to the left, the way Daisy, Coulson, and Jemma were taken. So Kris decided to follow them.

She crept along the vents as quietly as she could. She watched through a grate as the aliens (were they Kree? Despite being Inhuman, Kris had never seen a Kree before but Daisy did say they were tall and blue) put her friends in a cell, then they shut the door with a loud bang and stood guard outside.

I need to get them out of there. But rescuing them on my own is off the table. Maybe I should go find May, she might be able to help.

Before she could do anything, she heard Daisy’s voice.

“Hey.” Daisy smacked the door. “What are you gonna do with our friends?”

“Whatever we want,” one of the guards replied. “Experiment. They knew the rule and they broke it.”

“They're not gonna make it easy for you.”

The guard approached the door. “No. They’ll beg for their lives, as you humans always do. I've done 22 rotations, and I have never observed anything else.”

Kris could hear her friends continuing their conversation inside the cell but their voices were too muffled to make out what they were saying. She moved further back to get a better view of the door. Then she caught sight of May making her way down the corridor towards the guards. She was leaning heavily against a man in a brown leather jacket and she appeared to have an injured leg. The man spoke quietly to one of the guards, who regarded him with disdain before opening the cell door and the man rushed inside.

“Buddy!” he called out loudly. The rest of what he said, although equally as loud, was still muffled by the cell walls. Kris strained her ears but still couldn't hear much. She saw the man approach one of the guards again and lean in to whisper to him. The guard stepped aside and allowed everyone to leave with the stranger.

Suspicious of this newcomer, Kris followed them, waiting until they were in an empty corridor to kick out the vent covering. The team turned around, ready to fight, but relaxed when they saw her.

“What the hell?” Daisy exclaimed. “Where have you been?”

“I managed to escape before they dragged us away.”

“How?”

“They thought it would be a good idea to touch me.” Kris smirked and Daisy returned it.

“So, it works on non-humans?” Jemma inquired. Kris shrugged.

“Apparently.”

“Good to know. Could be useful,” Daisy murmured.

“Speaking of non-humans,” Kris added, “those were definitely Kree, right? Tall, blue, want to experiment on humans?”

“Yep, definitely Kree,” Daisy answered.

“Oh, great. As if this couldn’t get any worse.”

The new guy gave Kris a strange look then turned to Coulson. “What the hell happened to Virgil? The Roaches get him?”

“Sorry to say. Was he a friend?”

“Acquaintance. He owed me a ton of tokens for this job.”

“Job?” Jemma asked.

“All he said was that he wanted to hide some people. That's not unheard of. So I was hired to supply the Metrics and swap them out.”

Kris turned around sharply to face him. She hadn't been paying much attention to what he was saying, she was too busy looking out for more Kree guards. But now he had her full attention.

“But you guys don't even have Metrics,” he continued. “Which means that you don't have the tokens to cover Virgil’s end, so have fun.” Then he turned his gaze to Kris, their eyes meeting for the first time. “What about you? I don't suppose you have a Metric?”

Without fully registering what he had just said, she replied angrily, “Okay, seriously, what the hell is a Metric?”

The man stilled. “You really don’t know what a Metric is?”

“No. Clearly I don’t.”

“Guess I owe Virgil ten tokens. Or I would, if he were alive,” the man said grimly.

Kris crossed her arms and raised her eyebrow at him. “Oh, really? And why is that?”

The man opened his mouth, paused for moment then closed it again. Whoever he was, he was making her blood boil.

“Look, I suggest you start explaining what the hell is going on here.”

“Or what, you'll make me?” He mocked.

“Yeah. I will.” She tilted her chin up and held his gaze steadily. He looked her up and down, assessing her, then sighed in exasperation.

“Fine. The only people who wouldn’t know what Metrics are, are people who don’t live here. So, Virgil always said that this was proof that his mythical Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. really were coming to save humanity.”

“Well, we are Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. But what proof are you talking about?” Kris frowned at him. Apparently his definition of explanation was to invite more questions than he answered. The whole team watched as he held out his wrist and pulled up his sleeve.

‘Okay, seriously, what the hell is a Metric?’ was written clearly on his wrist. Kris blinked, taken aback. Then she slowly held out her own arm, revealing her words, the same questions he had first asked her staring back at him. Their gazes moved up from each other’s wrists back to their eyes.

“Well, shit,” they said simultaneously.

The whole corridor was silent, the team looking between their friend and the stranger, waiting to see who would make the next move. Kris dropped her arm back to her side first.

“Looks like you've got a lot more explaining to do.”

“Funny, I was going to say the same thing to you,” the man retorted. He started to turn away from her but he paused, then turned back. “The name’s Deke, by the way.” Something about the way he said that, quieter than before and less hostile, surprised her. Her eyes glanced over him before returning to his bright blue eyes. She spoke softly,

“Kris.”

#au_gust #au_gust 2022 #august writing challenge #marvel #agents of shield #deke shaw #deke shaw fanfic #deke shaw x oc #oc: kris fletcher

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puckwritesstuff · 2 years

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Multiverse of Madness - Ch. 1 Preview

New chapters for LDGP are going up! We're tackling Multiverse of Madness, and Sigyn and Loki find themselves on the side of the heroes, enlisted to help protect a girl with extraordinary powers. Strange wants to ask Wanda for help as well, but Sigyn isn't certain that's a good idea. She takes him to where Wanda is anyways, hoping things have improved.

New chapters start Nov. 23

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The gray sands of Svartalfheim stretched out to the horizon, where the black hills jutted into the sky. Loki stepped out in front of Strange and Sigyn, his magic clutching at his heart.

“This is a place of death,” he said. “I can feel it.”

“I helped you fake your death here,” Sigyn said. “To hide yourself from our fathers.”

Loki nodded. “Right…”

“What about the people that live here?” Strange asked.

“The last of the Dark Elves died when Thor battled Malekith in London,” Sigyn said, starting to walk in a specific direction. “There are none to claim this planet now.”

The other two followed her. They came upon a giant red wall, that pulsed and twisted with black smoke. Loki stepped forward and touched it, his hand recoiling back.

“Chaos magic,” he said. “I should be able to…”

He reached in again, with both hands, trying to harness some of what was there. He managed to pull apart a hole in the wall. Inside was a pastoral scene of a peaceful apple grove. He looked at the others. Sigyn smiled and kissed his cheek.

“My God of Chaos,” she said.

He grinned back at her. Strange rolled his eyes.

“Unfortunately, I can’t hold this for long,” Loki said. “You should go in, ask your questions quickly.”

“Right,” Strange said.

He walked into the illusive garden, looking for Wanda.

Wanda was tending to one of the trees in her grove, pruning a twig from a branch. Strange approached, and she paused to look back at him.

“I see Sigyn has let my little prison here have visiting hours,” she said.

“She wouldn’t have done this without trying to reason with you first,” Strange said. “But we might have a way to bring you back.”

“Bring me back?” Wanda said. “Where did I go?”

“You know what I’m talking about,” Strange said. “The Darkhold. Sig’s worried about you.”

“Sig’s worried that the sky will fall if she’s not holding it up herself,” Wanda said.

“Wrong mythology,” Strange said.

Wanda shrugged. “Still the best metaphor. The Darkhold has done nothing to me, she has nothing to worry about. I’m fine.”

“Sure, that’s why you’re living in a new Hex on a dead planet far away from everyone else,” Strange said. “Seems to me if you had the power to leave, you would. If you wanted to, that is.”

“I’ve been taking some time to reflect on my past actions,” Wanda said. “I made mistakes, hurt people.”

“Can’t say you didn’t,” Strange said. “But maybe we can get some redemption in before the world writes you off. Could get you back on the lunchbox.”

Wanda smirked.

“What do you need?” she asked.

Strange didn’t notice Sigyn walking up to join them. Wanda did.

“There’s a girl,” Strange said. “She’s being hunted by something powerful, something that’s been sending these monsters after her.”

“Monsters?” Wanda said.

“We’ve taken her to Kamar-Taj, to keep her safe,” Strange said. “But we could use some heavy hitters. You and Sigyn are heavy hitters.”

Wanda nodded. “Why not just bring the girl here? I can keep her safe, like you want, and she’d be lightyears away from anything that wanted to harm her.”

“It’s certainly a thought,” Strange said.

“I know what it’s like,” Wanda said. “To be hunted and persecuted for powers you never asked for. And Sigyn’s taught me well, I’m sure that America—”

“Strange never said her name,” Sigyn said, stepping forward.

#prose #fanfiction #sigyn #loki #doctor strange #wanda maximoff #logyn #loki x sigyn #Love Duty and Glorious Purpose fic

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aparticularbandit · 1 year

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hi bandit, are you still doing the ‘send me a ship’ list meme? can i ask more than 1 question per ask?

if yes then please can i ask the folllwing question numbers for the wanda x agatha ship please…

3 .. 7 .. 8 .. 26 .. 44

thank you bandit!

send me a ship and a number and i'll tell you:

3) Are they open about their relationship? How do they feel about public displays of affection?

Define open. Post-Westview and the Hex, it feels very awkward for Wanda to be so public about being in a relationship with Agatha. Even in a world where those things didn't happen, Wanda's not the sort to be super public about those sorts of things or super into extremely blatant public displays of affection. We see this with Vision - not just due to the secretive nature of their relationship as detailed in Infinity War, but also in WandaVision - most of their displays of affection are in the privacy of their own home. Agatha, on the other hand. Agatha is definitely much more public displays of affection. She understands Wanda's particular concerns when it comes to not being open, but she wants to be able to kiss Wanda whenever she wants, to notice when her girlfriend is being particularly anxious and draw her down just enough to kiss her out of it, to cover her hands with her own and squeeze them as a physical reminder that she's there if Wanda needs her. Wanda likes the quiet moments of comfort. She's startled by Agatha kissing her so blatantly and desperately in public, and she doesn't ... hate it but ... definitely they have a discussion about what she's okay with in public and what she isn't.

7) What annoys them the most about their partner? Would they change it if they could?

See above. XD Okay, that's not the thing that bothers Wanda the most about Agatha, but it's definitely one of the things she doesn't like. The thing that annoys Wanda the most about Agatha is how Agatha not even in a derogatory way keeps bringing up how much Wanda does not know about magic. Like yes. Wanda understands that she doesn't know much at all, if anything. She acknowledges that. But it frustrates her that even while teaching her, Agatha will come across something she calls the basics that Wanda somehow still doesn't know and makes a comment like you really don't know anything and then proceeds to tell her what it is, which is great and all, but it's really fucking frustrating! She's not sure she would change it, because she knows Agatha doesn't mean anything by it, but like. There has to be a way to make Agatha understand that no. She does not know anything about magic. Nothing at all except what Agatha has taught her. Eventually, she'll quip back, If I don't know it at this point, that's your fault, but she hasn't gotten there yet. (Agatha will acknowledge it is her fault, and then she won't say it again. Wanda will feel bad. This will fix nothing.) Agatha dislikes Wanda's superiority complex. Which Wanda doesn't really have mostly but certainly does when it comes to Agatha. Like, sure, Wanda might have been corrupted by the Darkhold, but she didn't kill her mother and her entire coven. (And if you don't think Agatha had the Darkhold then, you still get hey, even when I couldn't control my powers, I didn't kill my loved ones like somehow that is better than accidentally blowing up a building or joining Hydra.) Wanda frequently has a tendency to see herself as morally superior to Agatha, and it really pisses Agatha off, and yes, she would definitely change that. She doesn't want Wanda to feel inferior, but she wants Wanda to see her as an equal. And Wanda doesn't. (Which is probably why she keeps bringing up how little Wanda knows about magic. It makes her feel like she has something over Wanda; it gives her something to remind Wanda that she isn't as perfect as she thinks she is. (Agatha is aware Wanda doesn't think that she's perfect and that this assumed moral superiority is just a defense mechanism. She's three hundred years old. She's seen this before. That doesn't mean she has to like it.))

8) What do they like best about their partner?

Wanda likes that Agatha isn't afraid of her (or her power), even when she's wary. Wanda likes that Agatha never holds the death of everyone around her against her, doesn't consider it (or her) a bad omen. Wanda likes that Agatha is human and flesh and blood and warm where Vision was metallic and oil and cold - so cold - likes that Agatha is flexible where Vision never was, likes that when she presses hard into Agatha's skin or sucks at her neck or bites her lip, she can leave marks to see later (bruises, hickeys, split lip). Wanda likes that Agatha isn't the only vulnerable one in their relationship and that Agatha isn't afraid of that vulnerability. Agatha likes that Wanda is willing to learn runes and incantations from her, even though strictly speaking she doesn't need any of them. She likes how frustrated Wanda gets when something doesn't come easily to her, how Wanda persists in learning the hard thing no matter how frustrated she gets. She likes how Wanda hasn't given up, after everything that has happened to her, after how the world has looked at her and twisted her and stolen from her, and yet Wanda is still here trying. She likes how persistent Wanda is. It makes her want to be better. (She will not be better.)

26) How do their friends feel about their relationship? Their families?

Well, both of their families are dead (as far as we know, unless they decided to throw Nicholas into things or bring Evanora or Pietro back, but we don't know that yet, so), which means I guess we can't really know how they feel! This is probably a plus. Pietro would probably be suspicious, and Evanora would not support her daughter dating the Scarlet Witch. Agatha's friends - the ones who are still alive anyway - would probably also be wary of her dating 1) the Scarlet Witch and also 2) the woman who locked her inside of her own mind for a while, literally forcing her to be tortured indefinitely. They will be suspicious that this is just another one of Wanda's spells, and then they'll be suspicious that, if it isn't, this is less a relationship and more Agatha making sure that Wanda likes her enough to not do that again. It will take a while for them to come around on Wanda, but it's not like Agatha particularly cares what they think. They'll all die soon anyway. She's outlived so many of her friends. So many. And the only one whose opinion she actually cherished is dead. So. Most of Wanda's friends in the Avengers are gone. Not necessarily dead, but gone. Sam seems to have forgotten that she exists, despite their training together, and everything she did in Westview tends to have distanced everyone from her. They haven't come to look for her, and if the events of DSMOM are canon here, they.... Well, she's certain they don't want to. It's likely that the ones who are left will look on her relationship with Agatha as just another indicator of how far she's fallen - if she'll date the woman who apparently tried to kill her before and who practices dark magic and was the previous holder of the Darkhold, then...well, that fits with how Wanda's track record seems to be going. They certainly don't approve, but that...isn't their Wanda anymore, and they're certain she wouldn't listen if they tried to help.

44) Are they comfortable with each other? Anything they have to have their privacy for?

I think they're as comfortable with each other as they can be, considering everything that's happened between them. They try to trust each other as much as they can, but they still keep their thoughts private. Agatha still keeps the basement to herself, warded as a protection so that if she needs a place to hide, she has one, and now that she's taught Wanda the same runes, Wanda has a place much the same for herself (likely in the attic, since Agatha took the basement). It isn't even that they're trying to hide anything, but that sometimes they need to know they can be free of each other if they can. It is impossible to forget what they have each done to each other - Agatha did try to kill Wanda, and Wanda did lock Agatha inside herself for an indefinite period of time - and those things don't just go away now that they're in a relationship with each other. Those wounds are still there. So, yeah, they're not entirely 100% comfortable with each other, and it'll probably be a long time before they get there, if they get there. That sounds unfortunate, but it's still true, and it comes up in arguments every now and again (which usually leads to Agatha conjuring a mattress in the basement and staying there while Wanda sleeps on the couch alone).

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¿What if Peter Parker asked Wanda for help in Spider-Man No Way Home?

To: Tom Holland, Elizabeth Olsen, Jon Watts, Kevin Feige and Marvel Studios

Intro

¿What if events went differently in the MCU? ¿What if Peter asked Wanda for help in Spider-Man No Way Home? In today’s fan fiction we’re going to be exploring what would have happened if Peter Parker would ask Wanda for help in erasing everyone’s knowledge of his identity as Spider-Man instead of Doctor Strange in No Way Home. ¿How can this affect the multiverse going forward? This is my own take of events taking inspiration from the 2007-08 One More Day and 2014-15 Spider-Verse story arcs with elements from the 2010 One Moment in Time comic while following the mythology of Spider-Man and Scarlet Witch and the timeline of the MCU. Without wasting anymore time sit back and relax and enjoy this dark fan fiction.

Prologue

There are several parallel universes each separated by a certain occurrence in the mainstream of time. These universes come together to form the multiverse in which each one of them is unique for its own specific event. In the end it is only I the Watcher who oversees the happenings of all these worlds but I must not intervene as the principles of my existence will put the multiverse at risk. In our universe there existed a certain name. A kid named Peter Parker. The young man had spent a great deal of his life being a vigilante famously known as Spider-Man. But the burden of saving a populated world proves difficult for one child to bear. This became very evident when Peter was outed as the Spider-Man by the villain known as Mysterio. To fix the mistake he had caused Peter had met with the former Sorcerer Supreme to erase the recent happenings and grant him the peaceful life he had wanted. However, this fractured the multiverse itself. Nevertheless today’s story will take a very different format as we will explore a world where Peter met another to help him undo his evident damage. A woman whose only darkened her soul. I am the Watcher. I am ur guide to these vast new realities. Follow me and pounder the question. What If…

Story

The events of No Way Home were playing out the same as in our universe. Peter sat in his house biting his lip as he looked out the window. He could not believe that he was outed as Spider-Man. He could not believe that he was an infamous superhero. Now of course his pasts deeds of heroism had brought him into the spotlight. However, a certain villain named Mysterio had ensured the opposite happened when he framed Peter for his death. He had previously gone to Ned and MJ hoping they had gotten acceptance letters into their colleges. However, just like him they had been rejected. It was evident that this rejection was a result of their affiliations with Spider-Man. Peter knew that he needed to change everything. He would be able to endure everything that happened to him but he would not be able to endure the pain and the circumstances inflicted on his friends. Now it was time to meet a friend. He spotted Strange cleaning up the snow filled Sanctum with Wong. Peter instantly hoped that his prayers were now answered. He smiled as he approached the former Sorcerer Supreme requesting a favor from him. Or course this favor was a huge one as Strange had to cast a forbidden spell erasing the memories of everyone who knew Peter Parker as Spider-Man. It was a spell that even Wong advised against. It was a surprising turn of events. Strange looked into Peter’s eyes and told him that he would be unable to cast the spell as he now respected the laws of nature and balance. Peter would have to find another way to salvage his current predicament. A frustrated Peter walked out of the tower cursing beneath her breath. Wanda sat on her chair with her eyes buried into the deep mess of the Darkhold. She could feel her magic expanding as red expressions of energy shadowed the entire room. She knew what she needed and that was the power of the multiverse. With this power she would find a world her children were alive in and be with them but she could not find the power she sought. A situation frustrated her even more as her mind wandered in the deep trenches of the Darkhold. She began to sense feelings of frustration digging deeper. She realized that she had felt these feelings before coming from a certain young man who she had once befriended. A man who fought against her when she assisted Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. She would have to find Peter Parker and would have to render assistance to him. Peter then sat on his couch hoping his door was locked properly. He would not have another person coming to see and comfort him. Aunt May had down her very best but she could see that it was not working. Nothing could change the truth. Peter had ruined the lives of his friends. If only Peter knew he would ruin the lives of several others. There was a knock on the door and May opened it surprised to see it was a red-haired woman stepping into the building. She had a wonderful smile and some gorgeous eyes. She also had a cake in her hand. May knew she had seen this woman before. Then it hit her. “¿You’re the woman who blew up that building in Lagos right?” May asked. Wanda smiled ensuring she kept her magic in check. If she wanted to win Peter’s trust she would have to play nice. Wanda responded positively saying that she had assisted Peter in the fight against Thanos. She added that she had seen the news and wanted to make sure if Peter was alright. May smiled and pointed her hands at Peter’s room but May felt that something was amiss. She could not place it as the human heart is as weak as it is confused in some circumstances. Peter was surprised to see his door opened and Wanda stepped in smiling. As she approached him he jerked up from his bed embarrassed as he only had her underwear on. With a flicker of her fingers Peter found himself fully dressed. Wanda immediately asked him how he was feeling as she had heard the news. A frustrated Peter went ahead to spell out the recent events allowing his mind to be opened to Wanda. She could see the fear and guilt he had in his heart. He was susceptible enough for her. Before Peter could realize that he had talked too much he had noted the fact that he had gone to obtain assistance from Doctor Strange which Wanda chuckled to Peter. Peter seemed surprised to see that Wanda possessed no type of anger at his last concluded act. Then it hit him. He could ask her for assistance as she was sort of a sorcerer too. If only he knew that she was counting on his desperation. Of course Wanda tried to play the safe way. Knowing that performing a spell would be too dangerous and she did not want her powers to get out of hand. Peter responded by telling her that there was no need for her to worry ensuring that he included every possible expectation he needed to do. All Wanda needed was the spell to perform and he had to get it for her. Peter knew that he would have to steal it from Strange himself. Peter arrived at the Sanctum Sanctorum pleased that Strange was nowhere in sight. He hoped that he would be able to access the library that he had spotted earlier and get that spell from Wanda. As he moved he was quietly surprised to bump into Wong. “¿What are you doing here?” He asked stuttering. Peter said that he came to apologize to Strange for his earlier actions and that he really needed a friend to talk to him saying that it was something about what he said. This made Wong smile and Wong moved to get them a drink so that they could talk. Of course Peter used the moment to access the library when Wanda inquired on why Peter returned so late. He appealed that they shouldn’t talk about it which seemed fine by her. Peter handed over the pages to her which was engraved in a rather old piece of paper. Wanda collected the spell smiling to herself as she prepared to perform her magic. “¿Are u ready for this?” she wandered. A hint of concern showed instantly in her eyes. Peter noted that he would do anything to help MJ and Ned. Wanda smiled and began to cast the spell. Fortunately Peter was no sorcerer. He would not know the changes she had made to the spell and she made neigh changes to shatter the fabric of space and time. Strange sat in his chamber closing his eyes while he let his mind to wander. He was engaged in a meditation exercise that the Ancient One once taught him before she passed away. Suddenly, he felt chills go up his spine as he opened his eyes in shock. At that moment he knew something was wrong. The first name popped into as he heaved a frustrating sigh. “¿Peter, what have u done?” He said in his head. Ned and MJ could not believe her ears as Peter narrated everything to them including how Wanda had successfully made everyone in the entire universe forget that he was Spider-Man except the expectations he had mentioned to her. Ned made a comment about getting married to this Wanda eventually and Peter replied that she was not her type. As Peter turned to MJ he could not help but notice that MJ was definitely uncomfortable with the situation. “¿Are u okay?” He asked her hoping she was indeed alright. MJ noted that while she was glad at the extent of the sacrifice he made. She would have preferred he had met with the colleague administrators. Peter stopped her mid-sentence and promised that everything would be alright now and that everyone had forgotten about the events with Mysterio. However, MJ was not finished. Apparently she had already contacted the college and after a few favors the administrator agreed to put them on the consideration list. Shocked at MJ’s lack of trust in him Peter looked at Ned and realized that Ned was fully aware of MJ’s plans. Hurt by his friends he stepped out of the restaurant only to be knocked out by a large tentacle. Before Peter could recover from his brutal attack the tentacle came again striking him down with force. Then the tentacle grabbed and lifted him up. Apparently he applied a lot of force crushing his bones. Only then did Peter have a good look at his attacker. This was a man who had a lot of machines attached to his body. He seemed dangerous and moreover ready to kill Parker. The surrounding civilians had already fled with MJ and Ned taking a hiding position. As the tentacled man prepared to strike again a piece of metal flung towards his neck. The metal had made contact with that soft spot causing the being to fall crashing down. Ned and MJ looked in shock as the famous Wanda Maximoff came out of a corner and carried Peter’s unconscious body away. Strange could not hide his surprise when his attempt to teleport the madman who has attacked the restaurant and civilians including Spider-Man himself ended up bringing 2 high school kids to him. They had coming with the already deceased man appearing in the Sanctum with him. Strange listened in shock as he heard everything. The kids said that if Wanda had taken Peter then there was something very wrong truly. He intended to sent these beings back to their dimensions but right now they had a priority which was to bring Peter home but as he thought about Wanda he knew that he couldn’t be too careful with the kind of magic he possessed. He was going to have to bring backup. He closed his eyes and began to chant. Wanda smiled as she let her magic flow out of her system. With the multiverse now broken thanks to the spell that Peter had given to her she could manipulate this to get what she wanted but inside she knew she would need another source of power and she would do everything possible to find that power and use it to her advantage. For now she celebrated as the broken multiverse only made it much easier for her. Then, she began to sense a strange presence in her room. She lifted herself up as she was preparing herself for battle. The former sorcerer supreme came to have a little chat. Seeing her fighting stance Strange assured Wanda that he was just here to talk. Wanda laughed as she knew that their conversation would most likely end in more than just a talk. When Strange asked her why she casted the spell for Peter she said that she did it for a personal reason and he would not understand as he was too busy protecting the balance of the multiverse. Strange assured her that whatever was the issue that they could fix it together. However, what did she gain in casting the spell and abducting Parker. Wanda chuckled and noted that she had met Doctor Octopus a few minutes after he appeared in their world. Using her magic she spelled him to attack Peter ensuring he was weakened enough. Of course Peter would think she tried to save him and after the amount of anger that he just read from her mind it made the spell that she could cast a lot easier. Strange was shocked to see a red-eyed Peter step out of the shadows. He looked vile and ready to kill. At that moment Strange placed himself in a fighting stance. To Wanda’s shock she saw 2 new Spider-Men drop aside Strange. Strange noted that Wanda was not the only one who could ignore the rules of the space-time continuum to suit her agenda. Wanda snapped her fingers forcing Peter to attack his fellow counterparts. Peter-Two and Three shot webs at Parker occasionally eventually hoping to circle and put him down for good. However, Peter seemed like he was stronger and faster than the both of them combined. Of course he had been boosted by Wanda’s dark magic. Strange on the other hand battled Wanda and they fought viciously until Wanda used her magic to pin him to the ground. Wanda turned around to see that Peter-Two and Three were having a hard time with her minion. With a smile she waved her hands and pinned the 2 Spider-Men to the floor as well. She smiled to Peter and he smiled back with his red eyes still glowing. As Strange laid on the floor he casted one more spell. There was a pin drop of silence. Aunt May’s voice echoed in the chamber mentioning that Peter had more than enough goodness to fight off Wanda’s spell. He was a hero no matter what the world tried to think of him and it was time he started acting like one. He had a responsibility that he had to fulfill and he had to save his friends. Peter’s eyes hit wet as a teardrop fell. Aunt May had always known the right things to say. Wanda was mad as she turned to Peter. She was shocked when the young man shot a web flying towards her. In response she used her magic to fling him across the room. Peter landed on a sharp piece of metal crying out in the process. Wanda yelled in frustration with Peter injured. The spell that would shattered the multiverse had been broken. She quickly used her magic to fly anyways. Strange got up from the floor and rushed towards Peter. He looked up at Strange and apologized for everything. He should have trusted his friends more indeed. MJ kneeled beside Peter’s grave. Her eyes showed no emotion. She had been like this for the past 2 hours and she had no intentions of leaving. Strange stood beside her and she held her breath. She was going to avenge Peter’s death. She would join Strange and they would start searching for the Scarlet Witch…

To be continued in ¿What if Another Multiversal War happened in the MCU?

THE END!

And that is going to be it for what if Peter asked Wanda for help in Spider-Man No Way Home. Now this could setup a possible part 2 but I’m gonna leave that cliffhanger to u guys as you’ll will decide what will happen next and see how this could lead to an alternate version of Multiverse of Madness. ¿Will they be able to defeat the Scarlet Witch and avenge Peter or become Wanda’s next victims? Be on the lookout for more what ifs coming soon. Take care guys and have a fantastic day. Peace out!

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toodleoorblx · 1 month

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Natural Order

Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal

Word count: 2,656

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Summary: Agatha discovers the Darkhold.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - /?

Warnings: Violence, cursing.

A/N: <3

Chapter 3

Salem, Massachusetts 1693

It's been about twelve days since Agatha's encounter with Rio and her run in with her mother. Despite the usual routines of daily training and studies, Agatha finds her thoughts constantly drifting to Rio, a pleasant distraction from her mother's overbearing presence. Today, however, she feels a sense of anticipation and happiness, knowing that in just two days, she'll meet with Rio once again.

With a busy schedule ahead, Agatha plans to set out later on, to gather extra fruits and vegetables from the village for an upcoming ball her coven is hosting in four days. Grateful for Margaret's company, she welcomes the chance to avoid the bustling crowds on her own. Having also invited Alice along, Agatha feels a sense of excitement at the prospect of spending time with her friends amidst the preparations for the event.

Agatha feels a flutter of anxiety as she prepares to meet with Rio in two days' time. Though she knows their meeting will go great, a small voice of doubt nags at the back of her mind. What if Rio doesn't like Agatha after getting to know her?

Dressed in a somber black dress and matching shoes, Agatha wanders through the grand library of her ancestral manor. The cool marble floors echo her footsteps as she passes rows of ancient tomes, their secrets tantalizingly out of reach. In the dim candlelight, her youthful eyes, as blue as the ocean, flicker with curiosity and trepidation.

Agatha is forbidden from accessing the library's vast knowledge unaccompanied. The protective spells woven around the books ensure that only those deemed worthy by their elders may unlock their mysteries. Agatha has always been more magically-inclined than her sisters but never enough to be able to break the protection spell around the books.

The protective spell, resembling a transparent crystal ball, orbits the texts with a gentle yet powerful sway, emitting a bright blue glow. Agatha has never dared to touch the orbs; the wooden pedestals beneath them are adorned with intricate blue runes and symbols. Anyone foolish enough to disturb them would find themselves frozen in place, triggering an alert to Evanora. Agatha knows well the consequences, and the mere thought sends shivers down her spine.

She longs to unravel the mysteries hidden within those forbidden tomes, like a moth drawn to a flame despite the danger. Yet, for now, she must make do with the morsels of knowledge her mother deems suitable. Agatha suspects that Evanora harbors a fear, a fear of her daughter's potential and the power she may wield if given access to those texts.

Agatha often questions whether her fear is justified. Her magic has a tendency to act unpredictably, earning her the label of being 'wild' from some of the older witches. While Agatha considers this an exaggeration, there are moments when she wonders if they might be right. One such incident occurred when she inadvertently frightened Margaret during their younger years. Agatha’s magic caused the kitchen knives to float, resulting in one of them slicing Margaret's eyebrow. Agatha vividly recalls Margaret's fear, her own remorse, and the subsequent anger from Evanora.

Lost in her thoughts, Agatha is suddenly interrupted by a whispering voice that she doesn't recognize. Tucking a strand of her brunette, almost black hair behind her ear, she narrows her eyes, the language of the whisper eludes her. The whisper seems to echo throughout the library, its voice nowhere and everywhere at the same time.

"Hello? Is anyone there? Margaret?" Agatha's voice carries a hint of nervousness as she scans the room, her gaze darting from shadow to shadow in search of any sign of movement. The silence that follows her query is deafening, broken only by the faint rustle of pages and the soft creak of the library's old floorboards.

"Mother? I- is that you?" Agatha's whisper-yell is met with the same eerie silence, punctuated by the barely audible whisper that seems to linger just beyond her grasp. She almost bumps into one of the pedestals, the book inside the orb reads, ‘The book of Cagliostro’ Agatha notes that she'll have to read that someday.

The voice, devoid of emotion and barely discernible, whispers again, sending a shiver down Agatha's spine as she struggles to make sense of its cryptic message.

The candles blow out, leaving Agatha in pitch darkness, Agatha’s eyes go wide as she gasps. She feels a bitâ€¦ comfortable? Safe? She doesn't exactly know, but she hears it again, this time, it sounds more clear now.

“Lux.” Agatha whispers to herself. A simple orb of pure blue light manifests in her hand, an easy light spell fixes the lack of light, but her anxiousness is still rearing its head.

Seek the pages and you will find everything you need.

Agatha's eyes widen as her brows furrow, her body trembling with unease. Her orb of magic flickers erratically, struggling to maintain its form amidst her rising fear. The voice, resonating like a chorus of 20 different voices in perfect harmony, sends shivers down her spine.

“Who are you?” Agatha manages to utter, her voice barely above a whisper.

I am commonly known as the Darkhold, read me, and you will have magic beyond any of your sistersâ€¦ even your mother.

Agatha's throat feels dry as she swallows nervously, her gaze scans over the protected texts until it lands on the most manicing book, her eyes fixated on the last book on the right. It stands out starkly, the other books are all on stands in the orbs but this one floats. Its cover blackened and charred, emanating darkness.

Agatha's curiosity outweighs her caution as she inches closer to the book. There's no title on the book, she's intrigued by the possibility of acquiring magic beyond her mother's, even though the idea feels like venturing into forbidden territory. But the allure of gaining Evanora's respect, of being seen as more than just an heir to the coven, drives her forward.

Agatha is unsure how to bypass its protective magic without alerting Evanora. Yet, as if in response to her thoughts, its magic seeps into her mother’s spell and makes the orb completely black. She thinks it's okay to touch (she thinks.)

Free me.

Agatha hesitantly extends her hand towards the crackling orb of dark magic. As her fingers make contact, a jolt of pins and needles shoots up her arm, the sensation foreign compared to the familiar buzz of coven magic. With a nervous breath, she grabs the book and quickly withdraws her hand from the orb. Her heart pounds in her chest as she glances around the room, hoping her mother won't catch her with the forbidden tome. Surprisingly, the library remains empty. Agatha bites her lip, a mix of relief and apprehension flooding her thoughts.

Agatha settles onto a cushion nestled by the tallest shelf in the room, her fingers tracing over the burnt cover of the mysterious book. With a hesitant breath, she slowly opens it, watching as a trail of dark magic begins to unfurl from its pages. The fog-like substance twists and coils, its movements mesmerizing yet foreboding.

Despite her inability to understand the language inscribed within the book, Agatha finds herself drawn closer, her curiosity overpowering any sense of caution. As she leans in, the darkness abruptly surges forward, enveloping her in its inky embrace. Agatha's eyes widen in shock as the magic surges towards her face, but before she can react, it penetrates her through her eyes.

A wave of agony crashes over her, leaving Agatha gasping for breath as searing pain courses through her body. Her limbs go numb, her muscles refusing to obey her commands. She chokes on the overwhelming sensation, feeling as though her very essence is being consumed by the relentless darkness. Her gums hurt badly, like something is stabbing them, trying to free itself. The tips of her fingers feel like they've been dipped in hot oil, her nails feel like they're growing?

In the midst of her torment, Agatha senses a strange transformation taking place within her. The dark magic grips her own powers, corrupting them with its malevolent influence. It feels as though her very being is being torn apart and remade, her essence consumed by the insatiable hunger of the dark forces at play.

Agatha’s body gives out and she falls to the floor. Despite the overwhelming pain and confusion, Agatha can't help but feel a twisted sense of empowerment coursing through her veins. It's as though the darkness is stripping away her limitations, leaving her with a newfound strength that both terrifies and exhilarates her. Like a breath of fresh air that also will grant every whim you desire, but with an unknown price.

All of a sudden, the pain ceases, leaving Agatha sprawled on the floor, her chest heaving with each labored breath. She claws at the ground, her mouth hanging open in shock as she struggles to comprehend what just transpired. Weakly, she glances over to where the book now lies innocuously on the floor, as if it hadn't just nearly killed her. Blinking several times to clear her foggy vision, Agatha tries to push herself up off the cold ground, but her movement halts when she sees her hands.

Her fingertips are black as coal, and her nails have transformed into sharp talons, matching the same dark hue. A trail of cracks mar the floor where her claws had dug in during her struggle. Agatha's body trembles as she recoils in horror, a scream bubbling up from deep within her throat. But before it can escape, she covers her mouth with trembling hands, the jagged edges of her talons cutting into her flesh.

Agatha winces in pain as she shakily examines her hands, flexing them to test their mobility despite the unsettling transformation. Other than the fact that she now possesses talons and blackened fingertips, they seem to function as they did before. Nervously biting her lip, she feels a sharp pinch on the corner of her mouth, prompting her to furrow her brows in confusion. Licking her lips, she tastes the metallic tang of blood, and a sinking feeling settles in her stomach.

Gingerly running her tongue over her teeth, Agatha discovers the presence of long, sharp fangs in her mouth. Her eyes begin to water as she realizes the extent of the changes that have occurred within her. This isn't how things were supposed to go, she thinks desperately. Quickly regaining her composure, she rises to her feet and straightens out her dress, determined to distance herself from the accursed book. Reluctant to touch it with her transformed hands, she reaches out with her magic to lift it from the floor

“Portare,” she says in latin, her voice trembling with fear and urgency.

The book begins to float, enveloped in a cloud of bright purple magic, catching Agatha off guard. Gasping in shock, she drops the book, the sound reverberating through the entire room. Panic grips her as she realizes the danger she's in. She needs to get out of here. Now.

Surveying her hands, Agatha summons her magic in a desperate attempt to rid herself of the unwanted changes. Purple with streaks of black, her magic swirls around her hands, refusing to dissipate. She shakes her hands frantically, trying to dispel the color, the talons, the blackened fingertips. Tears stream down her cheeks as she struggles to regain control.

With a trembling hand, Agatha picks up the book using her now purple magic and floats it back into its respective orb. She whispers another incantation, casting an illusion to make the case appear blue. Moving swiftly, she rearranges the cushion she was sitting on to conceal the claw marks on the ground. Clutching her dress tightly, she hastily flees the room, heart pounding with fear and uncertainty.

You're now a part of us, child. This is now your power, your greatest triumph the grimoire will call to you, don't fight it.

Agatha hugs herself tightly as she races upstairs, her footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. Bursting into her chambers, she slams the door shut behind her, seeking refuge from the chaos swirling in her mind. Tears stream down her contorted face, leaving hot trails against her flushed cheeks. Using her wrist to wipe her eyes, she pads over to the small mirror hanging on her wall.

Examining her reflection with trepidation, Agatha's heart sinks as she takes in the changes wrought by the dark magic. Her teeth, elongated and sharp, bear a striking resemblance to fangs, but she knows it's not vampirism. Confusion and despair wash over her as she struggles to comprehend what she's done. This must be a nightmare, she thinks, a terrible, waking nightmare.

In a fit of anguish, Agatha punches the mirror, shattering it into a thousand glittering shards. Pain lances through her knuckles as she recoils, tiny fragments of glass embedded in her wounded hand. Clutching her wrist, she trembles with a mixture of sadness, regret, and rage. Sobs wrack her body as she sinks to her knees, her dress cushioning the impact against the hard floor. With trembling hands, she begins to pick out the shards one by one, using her newly formed claws like delicate tweezers.

Amidst her despair, a flicker of determination takes hold. Agatha knows what she must do. She recalls a spell she once overheard her mother teaching to the older members of the covenâ€”a spell to conceal any feature, no matter how unnatural. Clinging to this glimmer of hope, Agatha recites her mothers words. "Glamor," Agatha whispers in latin, her voice barely audible in the silence of her room. She feels the familiar surge of magic coursing through her veins, enveloping her in its protective embrace. Opening her eyes, she surveys her hands with a sense of wonder and relief. They appear normal once more, save for the cuts and traces of blood staining her skin. A wave of gratitude washes over her, grateful for the return of her true appearance.

But then, a voice a sinister whisper seems to echo in the depths of her mind, unsettling her newfound peace. Agatha's heart quickens as she realizes the grimoire is communicating with her while she is far from the library, its words filling her with both fascination and dread.

Why are you hiding your true self? the voice taunts, its words like venom seeping into her thoughts. This is who you are now, who you were destined to be. Why be ashamed of something so beautiful?

Agatha's breath catches in her throat as she grapples with the implications of the grimoire's words. She can feel its dark influence seeping into her consciousness, tempting her with promises of power beyond her wildest dreams.

"How... is this beautiful?" Agatha murmurs, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

It's a parting gift , There is much more where that came from. With my power, you will be unstoppable. Your mother, your sisters they will bow before you.

Agatha's mind races with possibilities, visions of overthrowing her mother and seizing control of the coven flashing before her eyes. The allure of power is intoxicating, irresistible.

She conjures a medium-sized orb of her now corrupt magic, its pulsating energy a tangible manifestation of the grimoire's promises.

Embrace me. And we shall conquer.

“Agatha, are you ready to go to town?” Margaret asks through the door. “Alice is already waiting for us.” Margaret's voice interrupts her inner turmoil, Agatha's heart skips a beat. Hastily regaining her composure, she responds with a forced calmness, "I'll be right there, Marg."

Frantically, Agatha gets to work, her mind racing with a whirlwind of thoughts. She casts a quick spell to clean her room, sweeping away the remnants of her earlier breakdown, and restores her shattered mirror with practiced precision. As she wraps her injured hand with a bandage, she can't shake the feeling of conflict at the back of her mind.

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WHM 44, MSQ 28 - Haukke Manor

My friends told me that when I begin working with groups on assignments to always let the hardiest adventurer go first into any room and to never stand facing any one or any thing that wants to hurt me. They say I'm "squishy", which for a long time I thought meant they were teasing me about being Lalafell. I now understand why they call cloth wearers, squishy. In the fight against the Manor Claviger in Haukke Manor, the Scion lancer stood beside the Scion marauder with the voidsent facing them, while I and the Scion thaumaturge stood behind the floating voidsent doing what we can to assist them.

To my horror, the voidsent suddenly laughed as her sword glowed blue. She swept so hard and fast in front of her, that it appeared as if a large blue banner was draped over the floor. My training forced my hand before I could acknowledge my fear as I ran forward and began casting Medica as I realized that the voidsent had just cut away a quarter of the marauder's health and a third of the lancer's! I thought of my eagerness to enter Dzemael Darkhold and was silently chastised again. I know now that I would not have survived the first encounter with any enemy in that place.

As if to justify my decision to follow the advice of my fellows to take up Minfilia's request, a Manor Beret was found in the corner of the room. Not only does it look stylish and fits me well, but the method of its construction is such that it amplifies my aether and my ability as a White Mage. By no means does it make me worthy of Dzemael Darkhold, but it is better than what I walked in with.

I was told that Lady Amandine was an Elezen of aristocratic lineage. That she was fair and beautiful. That she was imbued with grace and elegance. That she may have been, once upon a time. The voidsent that was waiting for us in her bedchamber had a face that could have been Elezen, once upon a time. There was nothing Elezen floating in the air before us.

To consort with voidsent, is to become voidsent.

And so, we Scions did our duty as we had sworn to do.

And it was a hard duty to complete. She pressed us hard, and often summoned other voidsent to pester us or to bolster her. We were not able to prevent these tricks, but we were able to turn our heads to keep from being turned to stone and to stay clear of her foul magics. But something happened that will be hard for me to explain. I suddenly felt a horrid dread and fear for the marauder! As he continued to swing his axe with the same ease as I would swing my hand, a sudden foreboding manifested itself as bright red rings encircling him. I wanted to cry out to warn him, but I realized he did not see this apparition.

Minfilia said that the power of the Echo could grant me insight, visions, and understanding that could not otherwise be obtained. I realized that this was one such manifestation of the Echo and remained silent. Instead, I paid attention to the feeling of impending doom and realized that it was warning me to an action that was about to occur. The marauder could not avoid the strike that was about to hit him, but I could begin my cast of Cure II early enough that the healing magic would settle on him immediately after the damage from the strike. And so I did, just in time.

In fact, looking back, I realize that I have seen the Echo's strange lights before, as glowing orange light upon the ground that flash just before something horrible and damaging fell upon the illuminated area. It is only now, that I have had a chance to reflect on these things, that I realize that I have seen such lights all of my life. It is also only now that I am intentionally placing myself in harm's way that the lights have become much brighter and much more important to pay attention to.

When Lady Amandine fell, her body dispersed into a cloud of dark aether immediately before facing from view. There was no body to recover. No hint that an Elezen woman was ever here. Just a thickening atmosphere of despair, sorrow, and inconsolable pain. It will take the Hearers a long time to clear the manor of what lingers here. Perhaps it would be best to give it, and the land it sits on, back to the Elementals.

In the end, my venture into Haukke Manor not only sealed away an aggressive voidsent, but also supplied a new hat, set of gloves, a coat, a ring, and even a staff that I do not need to spend gil on to upgrade. I hope Rosomoni approves me keeping these and bestowing upon him my cast offs.

Oh, how could I forget what happened when everyone else had left and I was the last to depart. The Paragons showed themselves to me! Black masked and black robed and black their intent to their core! They had apparently been watching my progress this entire time on behalf of their master, Lahabrea. They called me, "Bringer of Light", and denounced my presence as unnecessary. I am no Warrior of Light, but I do know how to hold a grudge. This Lahabrea had imprisoned Frixio as bait to trap me once already and now has led Lady Amandine to her doom.

I do not need Sharlayan learning to know that this Lahabrea must be stopped if the Twelveswood is going to recover from the Calamity.

I have spent too long writing the memories of what is now in the past. I still need to finish upgrading all of my gear if I am going to enter Dzemael Darkhold eventually. And I need to speak with Minfilia about the Echo. I would also like to speak with Thancred about techniques of self-defense, as I do feel quite exposed when all I can wear is cloth. But he has been consumed with personal matters and I don't want to impose upon him. Perhaps if I were to ask Yda? Or, perhaps not. Y'shtola, then! She is a conjurer and has been witness, cause, and conclusion of many conflicts. Yes, I will ask Y'shtola.

After a rest, though. It has been a long day.

May the light of the Crystal keep me upon my path.

#ffxiv #The Memoirs of Papalo Palo

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hiii~ can you please do a dark sinister strange x reader?? pls i really need it😩😩i love emo stephen sm and im so desperate for a dark fic of him. maybe reader could be in christine’s position? where stephen is so obsessed with bringing her back. except that, this time (kind) stephen failed to protect reader from (evil) stephen and (evil) stephen managed to have her

Don’t Blame Me

Sinister Strange x Reader

A/N: Sorry for the lazy writing lol. Also, Don't Blame Me is his anthem, change my mind.

Summary: The Darkhold exacts a heavy toll, and Stephen decided he’d pay it the world, the universe – if it meant having you back in his arms.

Warnings: yandere themes, kidnapping, gaslighting, manipulation, obsessive behavior, Stockholm syndrome

The Darkhold exacts a heavy toll, and Stephen decided he’d pay it the world, the universe – if it meant having you back in his arms.

Stephen Strange is the Sorcerer Supreme – he wields the power of the gods. What man wouldn’t be happy, contented?

But it drives him crazy, because for all this power that he holds, why wasn’t he able to save you? Why was the multiverse so cruel, that not even in one of the infinite universes, he couldn’t find one where he was happy, where he is with the person that he loves the most?

Stephen has the power of the gods. He is a god, and he’ll do anything to get you back. He’d cross the line by using dark magic, waste his time studying, and lose his mind every time he loses you time and time again. He’d go as far as killing his variants.

Love has just made him crazy and no one could ever blame him for that.

It’s been some time since Stephen had come up to meet this universe’s Strange, so despite the eerily scary ambiance of the Sanctum, you put on your brave face and followed him inside.

Goosebumps form on your skin as you ascend the grand staircase, which looks like it ends up in the clouds, not to mention the boundless sea that stretches to the horizon.

As you arrived at the study, you caught a glimpse of a man’s silhouette by the large window, presumably this universe’s Stephen. But where is your Stephen? “Hello?”

He slowly turned around, confirming your hunch. “Stephen…?” you whispered, uncertainty lacing your voice. He doesn’t look that different, but he sure looks grim. His eyes, though the same cerulean ones, feels darker, just like this world. However, as he watches you, a glimpse of excitement shone through, and you daresay the life in them were slowly reappearing.

The man’s heart leaped as he heard your voice, calling his name. Oh, how he longed for this moment to happen. There you are, the love of his life, in the flesh. After everything, he thought he wouldn’t be able to see you, hold you again.

“I fought so hard to get you, and thank heavens I can finally rest,” Stephen responded, his voice deep and hoarse, but he said it with so much passion it left you wondering, what happened to your variant?

As if he could read your thoughts, he continued. “Y/N L/N got in a car accident. I was driving and stupid me, I didn’t notice the truck coming behind us,” he walks towards you at a slow pace. “She died.”

Your eyes widened in that information, equal shock and devastation flooding your chest. A little part of you though was relieved that it didn't happen to you.

“I tried everything to get her back, to save her. I rewound time, after time to prevent that accident from happening and I still couldn’t save her. Your death in this universe was an absolute point in time. I can’t think of a life that doesn’t have you in it. So I sought other ways. I looked into the multiverse to see if we could have had a life where we’re happy, where I have you…” he paused, the dreamy look in his eyes fading as he pressed on. “But as you can see, I have failed over and over, and over. Until now.”

Stephen stopped in his tracks, standing close to you. It gave you the perfect view of his face, the sullen look, the deep bags under his eyes. The implication of the last part of his statement has flown over your head as something inside you wants to caress his cheek if it gave a little sense of comfort.

Stephen.

“Where’s Doctor Strange? The- the Stephen that I’m with?”

His eyes averted yours, looking down at his feet. “He’s gone.”

“What?! What do you mean, gone?”

“Doctor Strange isn’t here anymore, in this universe. He went back to yours.”

Excuse me?

“How- what exactly happened here?”

“He needed to use the Darkhold to get home, and I let him. In exchange for you.”

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589 notes - Posted June 14, 2022

the morning after

pairing: jennifer walters x reader

a/n: the iron man thing was completely self-indulgent as you can see by my username lol

summary: the date you had last night with jen left you wanting more—hopefully, she does too.

You stared at the ceiling fan slowly spinning as you tried to remember last night's events.

Scratch that, you do remember every single thing, but it was so surreal you weren't sure it wasn't just a figment of your imagination. You still can't even believe that you matched with the She-Hulk.

As soon as you saw her profile, you swiped right at the speed of lightning, although you knew there was a less than ten percent chance of her matching with you.

So when the Matcher notification pinged hours later showing you that you had a match, no other than her, you panicked. It never really subsided until you were across the table from her in a fancy restaurant, all your worries about not being able to handle a freaking conversation disappearing every minute that passes, every banter that was exchanged. And just like that, you find yourself in her bed, still stark naked under the covers from last night's rather...eventful happenings.

The first time you heard her laugh—you knew you had to see her again after this. (The first one wasn't even finished and your mind was already on the next one, oh boy, were you whipped.)

She was surprised when she caught a glimpse of your lock screen, being Iron Man's ass. She showed you hers, being Captain America's. You were slightly worried that this will cause some disagreements considering the whole Sokovia Accords stuff, but Jen laughed it off and said that “It's like we're meant to be!” with such enthusiasm.

The drive after dinner seemed like a blur because as soon as you got out of her car, she carried you bridal style all the way to her room.

The rest was history.

You heard a noise coming from outside, making it your cue to leave the bed. It took you a while to find your own clothes on the floor. As you went out, you see Jen (automatically assuming it was her) sitting on the couch eating breakfast. The sight and the smell of food made your stomach grumble rather loudly, capturing the attention of the woman.

“Uh. Hi?”

Jen chuckled at the visible confusion and the abashed look on your face. “Good morning. Here,” she gestured towards the table. “I made breakfast.”

You took hesitant steps closer to her. You're uncharacteristically nervous and it shows. It was a good kind of nervous, though.

“You weren't so shy last night,” she remarked as she took a sip of freshly squeezed orange juice, flustering you even more.

“You aren't so...tall,” you retorted, earning a mocking hurt look from her, a hand pressed against her chest.

You didn't know where that came from.

“Hey, that's mean. We're pretty much the same height now, you know.” She mused, stuffing more pancakes in her mouth. “Is that a downgrade?”

“What? No. It's...you're perfect.”

Jen stilled, taken by surprise. She was scared that this might turn out like that last date that she had, the man practically bailing out as soon as he saw her outside her Hulk form.

Though her dating life wasn't exactly all giggles and butterflies, her date with you was easily the best among each that she had through the dating app, probably even her whole life. She made a mental note to treat Nikki to lunch sometime.

Jen really likes you and wants to know you better, so before she could have her hopes up, she asks. “Are you talking about me being just Jen, or are you referring to me as She-Hulk?”

“Both. Both are perfect,” you answered, turning to her. “I've gone on a date with you as She-Hulk...I've spent less than an hour with you as Jen, and…I would really like to go on a date with regular old Jen, too. That is if you want to…”

She set down her glass and pounced at you, trapping you between her and the couch's armrest. Jen's gaze flickers between your eyes and lips as she slowly leans in. Her lips moved against yours gently, unhurriedly, it was almost innocent. She could taste the maple syrup on your lips, smiling at how sweet you tasted. Soon the kiss grew passionate, Jen quite literally taking your breath away. She pulled back with a smile on her features, the little dimples on her cheeks easily making you swoon.

“I'll take that as a yes.”

766 notes - Posted September 20, 2022

You're It

Stephen Strange x Fem!Reader

A/N: I didn’t know of this deleted scene until recently, and as a dog person myself, I think it was very cute. (No spoilers for MoM, this is set in the ending of the first movie.) I recommend listening to this song while reading <3

As Stephen looks out on the large window of the Sanctum, looking over the busy street of New York, he ponders what this new chapter of his life will give him. He can’t help but mull over what is going to be the next threat on Earth, to his life, and to his loved ones.

Something tugs at the cloak, breaking the sorcerer out of his trance. He turned his head sideways to tell it off, but the Cloak was pointing something downwards.

Looking down, Stephen saw what’s been tugging on the Cloak all along.

Everest sat there, puppy dog eyes trained on Stephen, tails wagging side to side patiently waiting to give him his attention. The sorcerer sighed before crouching down. He gave Everest a pat on the head. “Where’s your mom?”

The pup looked in the direction of the stairs, and as if on cue, “Hey, sorry I ran late. The meeting with my students was longer than usual.”

The moment you ascended the stairs, Everest ran to you. You scooped him up, muttering about how he’s gotten heavier by now. The Cloak removed itself from Stephen’s shoulder, attaching itself to yours instead. “Hey there, Cloakie.”

“Oh, wow. I feel so betrayed,” Stephen scoffed lightheartedly. “Clearly, I’m not the favorite one here.”

“Aww, you look adorable when you’re jealous, sweetheart,” you teased, letting down the pup to approach Stephen.

Once in front of each other, you took his large hand on your small ones, softly caressing his scars. “You don’t need to worry, babe. You are my favorite.”

He leaned down to press a kiss on your forehead, a fond smile gracing his lips. “And I, you.”

–

Bonus:

“Will you tell me what we’re doing here?”

“No.”

You rolled your eyes in Mordo’s rigidness. You were just about to eat your food when he told you to come with him, and since he wasn’t answering any of your questions, you just assumed that the Ancient One has something to do with this.

Sometime after, you notice the tall man that’s ahead of you, like Mordo was keeping his eye on him–following him. Deciding not to ask him once again, you kept your mouth shut and observed.

The man turned in an alley. You and Mordo halted around the corner, watching the man helping the poor dog. The sight melted your heart–you’ve always been fond of dogs. You smiled as he talked to the animal, reminiscing about the days when you’ve done the same. As they finished, some thugs had come out of the establishments, cornering him. Your eyes widened, getting ready to punch some guys when Mordo held a hand up.

“Aren’t we going to help him?!”

He kept silent, and you contemplate whether to help the man or follow your teacher’s order. He told you once to trust your teacher, so you did, this time.

The man had managed to put up a fight as he landed a jab on one of them, although it was clear that it hurt him more than the thief. You couldn’t carry on watching him get beaten up, your face scrunching up every time he groans in pain.

Finally, Mordo stepped in, giving the thugs the run for their life (though you wish you could’ve done it yourself). He retrieves the man’s watch from the unconscious thug’s hand and tosses it to you.

Catching it with your two hands, you raised a brow at Mordo, confused as to why he didn’t give it back to the man directly.

You stared at the broken watch, a feeling creeping in that this was the only thing that’s left of him and how important it might be to him. “I believe this is yours,” you notice him heave a sigh of relief, confirming your earlier gut feeling.

“You’re looking for Kamar-Taj,” Mordo stated. It’s not a question, so he must have known beforehand that this man was aiming to go to Kamar-Taj. Yup, the Ancient Once has really got something to do with this.

It makes you all the more curious about just who this man is.

–

tags: @s1xthirty

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Nobody Compares

Stephen Strange x fem!reader

A/N: Couldn’t get this idea out of my head so naturally I had to write it asap or I’ll be too lazy to do it

Summary: You were forced by your friends to go on a date, believing that waiting for Stephen to come back wasn't worth it.

You couldn’t do anything but sigh as your friend has once again set you up on a blind date. You had kept telling them you weren’t interested, but they were incessant that you were in desperate need of lay. By now, you were running out of excuses for standing your dates up. You felt sorry for them for wasting their time, but it was better than wasting their energy and hopes of a second one, or a chance of a relationship.

“I told you, I’m not interested in seeing anyone,” you rolled your eyes.

“And I told you it’s time to move on. You gotta move on, Y/N.”

You’d do anything in the universe but that. It has been five years without Stephen, without the love of your life, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move on. Almost everyone you know had told you to move forward with your life, start anew, and you did want to. It’s just… you can’t. You have this gut feeling inside that they would come back. He will come back. You didn’t care that everyone thinks you’re insane for holding on after five long years. Stephen will be back in your arms, and you know it.

For the sake of them shutting up, you agreed to go on this date. “Fine, I’ll go. But I can’t promise anything.”

The excited look on their face seemed worth it. They hugged you, and whispered, “I just want to see you happy again. Even if it’s not with Stephen.”

The thought of not being with Stephen made your heart ache.

You were sitting awkwardly at a fancy restaurant trying to hide your face in the menu. If you were being completely honest, you had forgotten how dates went through. The last time you had a date was with Stephen, but everything with him felt and came naturally to you.

To be fair with your date, you would try your best to hold up a decent conversation. The waiter came and took your orders, leaving you with nothing to cover your face.

“So, how’s it going?” you started first, hoping he’d follow suit.

Luckily for you, he had a big mouth and he had many stories to tell. You let him speak, more than happy to listen to him. You didn’t really enjoy talking about yourself to a stranger. He didn’t seem to mind either.

Of course, you should have known that the topic would eventually bounce back to the blipped people. “Did you lose someone in the snap?”

Even though you had braced yourself for this question, it still caught you off guard. “I- I did. Someone very special to me.”

“Oh- I’m sorry to hear that. I guess I’m one of the lucky few. I didn’t lose anyone that was close to me.”

He didn’t seem to be bragging about it and you could see a bit of guilt in his eyes. Probably from having the luck that most didn’t have. “I guess you are.”

“Anyway, have you-“

He zoned out, looking out at the streets. You followed what he was looking at, and there you saw random people just coming back out of nowhere. The people inside the restaurant started panicking, the blipped people coming back from the dust. There was only one person that came to mind after seeing all this. Stephen.

“Hey, uhm- I hate to leave you in the middle of all this,” you gestured on the still freshly cooked food on your table, “but I have to go. I’m so sorry!”

“I’ll go with you! I don’t want to leave you while most people panic in the street,” he offered, giving you an eager look. You just nodded.

He followed you out of the restaurant, and truth be told you didn’t know where to go. He wasn’t in New York when he was blipped. Hell, he wasn’t on Earth.

Still, you made your way to the Sanctum, hoping you’d see him there.

It took a good 30 minutes or so on the way, with Marcus–you forgot his name–driving. A lot of people were scattered, cars suddenly stopping in the middle of the road. It was messy and seeing everyone’s faces terrified made you more anxious than you already are.

As soon as you saw the familiar building, you got out of the car and ran towards it not wanting to wait for other cars to get out of the way. Not when it’s there, not when he’s there, waiting for you.

You stopped at the front door, catching your breath. Slowly opening the door, not knowing how you’d react if you see him. Or how you’d feel if he wasn’t here. The Sanctum was more quiet than usual like nobody was around. “Wong?”

“Wow,” Marcus mumbled behind you. Oh. He was still with you? You had forgotten about him.

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My #1 post of 2022

Goodnight My Love

Stephen Strange x Variant!Reader

A/N: Title and overall vibe of the fic is from this song, also did a twist on that infamous line.

Summary: Aside from a universe where he has a ponytail, Stephen stumbles on one where he had something that not once did he imagine having.

Warnings: Multiverse of Madness spoilers, dialogues from the movie. Angst.

“They’re not coming back, and you just cast your vote now to kill your friends.”

Something crossed Stephen’s mind.

“Not that it ever bothered you before. You know, you hated me where I came from. And I bet secretly, ‘my brother’, you hated me here,” Stephen taunts, hoping that Mordo loses his cool, and fall for his bait. “You must have been so jealous. You know what, I think you were thrilled when you heard I’ve been corrupted– hell, you probably gave me the Darkhold to begin with.”

“You know nothing about this universe!” Mordo pointed a finger at him. “I don’t even know what the hell Y/N has seen in you. You’re so full of yourself and she–”

“I know that killing Stephen Strange is your ticket to getting to Sanctum, to becoming Sorcerer Supreme, and to joining your little circus of clowns, the Illuminati. And it’s so you can have Y/N, isn’t it? Even this universe’s you had feelings for her. Turns out I was right all along.”

“You don’t deserve her. You don’t know how hard it is for her to accept that you betrayed her and your–”

Maybe. That was actually one thing they can agree with, but hearing it from someone else, especially from him– leaves a bad taste in Stephen’s mouth.

“That’s enough, Master Mordo.”

Stephen became alert at the sound of the newcomer’s all-too-familiar voice. He stayed rooted in his spot, his heart beating wildly in his chest. After all, he’s gone through in a short span of time– traveling through the multiverse; meeting variants of himself, Christine, Mordo–he wasn’t ready for this, he wasn’t ready to see your face after all these years. Or more accurately, he was scared of the surge of emotions that will run through him at the sight of you.

The sound of calculated footsteps echoed in the room, even that was so undeniably Y/N’s.

Stephen’s breath hitched. A lump on his throat formed even though he really wants to say something, anything.

“Can you give us a minute, Master Mordo?”

“Are you sure? He’s dangerous–”

“Please.”

Mordo hesitated, looking back and forth between the two of you so busy staring at each other. Wordlessly, he made his way out of the room.

“I believe they’ve told you what happened to our Stephen.”

Straight to the point, he thought. “Yes.”

Y/N’s blank face faltered, her mask shredding revealing her emotions. The tears in her eyes had started falling.

“I knew I could never get mad at you even after you did what you did. And I know that you’re not– you’re not my Stephen, and it’s not you who betrayed us, but seeing you now just confirmed it.”

Her hands reached out to cup Stephen’s face but stopped before even doing so. Y/N’s hand is trembling.

She clutched her fist, and punched Stephen’s chest, devoid of a force to it. It isn’t Y/N’s intention to hurt him, after all.

As soon as Stephen heard what his variant on this universe has done, he knew how grim it was, but he never thought of how it had affected your variant. After all, he didn’t know what the two of you were in this universe.

In his own, back home, you were lovers, but not quite– Stephen had always danced around his feelings for you, always took one step forward, three steps back. A girl could only take so much, and that had driven you away from him, for good. You had even relinquished your post as a Master of the New York Sanctum, leaving him behind with “Be happy, Stephen.”

“I know this isn’t the time to ask this, but what are we in your universe?”

“We… we loved each other. But I pushed you away.”

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