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Sinking My Claws Into You ~Dark!Claire Debella xFem Younger!Wealthy!Reader

Summary— A darker fic, set after Claire gets back from Miles’ private island, and she now has to deal with the reality of basically going bankrupt. Luckily, Claire has got her hooks in you, a young, wealthy enthusiast from New York…

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Warnings: dark fic, lightly implied smut, age gap (all legal), teasing, taunting, manipulation, alcohol consumption, unrequited feelings, little bit of gold digging behavior, praise, flustering, wealth, yucky men, flirting, little bit of sugar mommy behavior, etc.

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Ever since Claire had backed away from her friendship with Miles, she had hit nothing but impossible obstacles one after another. Without Miles’ endorsement and backing for her campaign for the U.S. Senate, the middle aged woman was facing a fate worse than death. She would have happily rode on the back of Miles’ wealth all the way, but she couldn’t ignore the events that had come to pass. However, her decision now left the woman desperate.

Miles was an eccentric prick whom Claire had met more than 20 years ago. Back then, he had charmed her. And being the young, naive woman that she was, Claire had fallen for his persuasive nature. Not to mention how easy it was considering he was loaded. But Miles never wanted anything more than a friendship from Claire, and Claire eventually was forced to accept this by the amount of pretty models and talented girls that he always had in rotation and the overtly harsh rejection he gave her, which the snob was always happy to remind her of. Over the years, the only reason Claire put up with Miles was for the money. Miles had endorsed her when she ran for mayor, and then now for governor as well.

Miles was always there to dole out a check for whatever the woman needed. And Claire took full advantage of that. The price she paid over the years was well worth the bank she raked in. Miles would compare her to others and batter Claire all the time, she was his favorite plaything. But she always took it with a stoic face, telling herself that it would be worth it, that the amount of money she was getting leveled out the fact that he was a knee-faced jerk.

But then she and Claire had had a falling out. Claire had gone behind her back and stabbed a mutual friend in the back. And if there was one thing that Claire could not stand, it was betrayal. In the heat of the moment, Claire let emotions get the best of her and she broke it off. God she kicked herself for being friends with Miles for as long as she had been… It had been over 2 decades of unhealthy friendship, but in her eyes, the money had made it all worth it. But now, without Miles’ money… She was through. Finished. Done.

That was until she met you.

Claire had met you at an art benefit, one of those fancy events where the rich and wealthy got together, socialized, and gave away millions of dollars like it was nothing. Claire had been there campaigning for more funding and endorsements. She had already talked with three or twelve basic, filthy rich white guys, the kind that flashed toothy smiles while heavily and shamelessly flirting with her. She would indulge these men as little as possible, before moving past them. Those guys weren’t the type she was looking for. They weren't a Miles or a Y/N Astor… Claire rolled her eyes and shrugged off her disgust at the idea of what those rich guys wanted from her.

After a particularly gagging interaction with a young bachelor (at least half her age and nonetheless just as gross as the rest of them who only wanted her body and willing to give nothing in return), Claire had looked around the room, champagne glass in hand, when her gaze had landed on you at the bar. She immediately noticed how the woman carried herself with youthful elegance, and that she was the type of lady who could make anything look good. She could also tell that the woman had money, she was not the type of lady that flattered and flirted with filthy rich men to get into their pockets. She wasn’t a part of the common folk. No, this woman was in the one percent. Her clothing and accessories were not loud, but Claire could read the nicheness of the fashion and knew that she was wearing thousands of dollars: her Manolo pumps, the Cartier watch, the small Dolce purse, etc. This was the type of girl she needed, and she knew this woman could replace Miles and his money. Claire finished her glass, gave it to a server, took a deep breath, put on a smile, and then sauntered over to the stunning lady.

“I would buy you a drink, ‘hun, but it is an open bar…” Claire hummed, glancing over to the wealthy woman with a sly smirk.

You blushed just a smidge, and Claire immediately took that as her first win of the night. This girl was young. Not young enough to not be able to handle commitment, but definitely young enough to fall for Claire’s charm and to agree to hand over her money without a second thought. Again, the perfect mark. While Claire waited for you to make your move, she ordered herself a red wine from the open bar.

“You’re too kind…” you lightly retorted, swirling the expensive amber liquid in your glass.

“And who do I have the pleasure of giving my kindness to today…?” Claire cooed widening her smirk as she now turned her body from the bar to face you.

You slowly swiveled towards the older woman. Claire allowed her eyes to wander and take in the younger woman in front of her. You took a swig of her whiskey, before humming lightly.

“I’m Y/N.”

Claire nodded in satisfaction, taking the glass of red from the bartender when it was ready for her. Her eyes shimmered with predatory intent. She could tell this woman was book smart. But she was confident that she could outplay you in this game.

“I’m Claire Debella. My colleagues call me Debella, you can call me Claire…” the older woman hummed, with a teasing tone.

You sucked in a breath, your face flushing some more, before you nodded lightly.

“Where are you from, Y/N?” Claire cooed, playing with the younger woman’s name in her mouth.

“New York. I went to Harvard, have family in Connecticut” You breathed out, lightly fidgeting with your fingers and your glass while struggling to maintain eye contact.

“Smart girl…” the older brunette cooed, sending a sly wink your way.

Another blush rippled through the wealthy woman’s face. Claire could tell this girl was shy. That was also good, it spoke to her privacy and naivety.

“What about you…?” You softly asked.

“Connecticut.” Peggy promptly responded, before taking control of the conversation once more,

“Are you here alone, Y/N?”

Claire could tell that her words were having an effect on the young, wealthy woman. You nearly choked on her drink at her last words, as well as flushed, fidgeting, struggling to hold eye contact… But not in an uncomfortable way, in a flustered way. In a way where you looked adorable while you were trying to cover her ruby red cheeks in embarrassment. And that was exactly what Claire was going for.

“I am…” you breathed out.

“Really?” Claire cooed, quirking her brow dramatically accompanied by a sip of red, “A stunning girl like you…? I’m surprised that a cute guy or girl hasn’t snatched you up yet…”

Now your face was beet red, and she was desperately trying to swallow all of her liquid courage, overwhelmed from all the praise that the older woman was showering her with. Now the your glass was empty.

“Why don’t we ditch this open bar and go somewhere that has some nice, expensive whiskey for you? Hmmmmm, ‘hun?” Claire purred, leaning in close to the woman’s personal space.

You gulped and nodded mindlessly.

“I’d like that…” you breathed out nervously.

“Good girl…” Claire hummed out in delight.

She placed her glass along with the younger woman’s on the bar, signaling to the bartender that the two of you were done. She then linked her arm with yours with ease and guided you, the clueless, naive, wealthy, young woman out of the expensive, testosterone filled event, getting in the back of your Maserati and heading into a future filled with good fortune for the one and only Claire Debella.

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dying in your lips is how i wanna go

pairing: demon!agatha harkness x reader

a/n: re-fucking-post because it isnt showing in the tags

summary: agatha has done well on keeping her desire to ravish you under control in fears that she might scare you away, until one day, she snaps.

warnings: 18+, agatha has a penis, smut, oral sex, vaginal sex, anal, praise and degradation, breeding kink, overstimulation, cumflation, cockwarming, porn with a sprinkle of fluff

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“The devil is in the details.”

“That's not the only place he is.”

Agatha has warned you from the beginning, but you kept brushing her off. Not that you don't believe her, you do, being a witch and all that. You often joked that Agatha meeting you was because of a spell you botched, accidentally summoning her, and now she has to live with you because you don't know how to send her back.

You'd keep on telling her that she is the most beautiful demon you've laid your eyes on, but you haven't seen her true form.

About her true self, and how she might lose the semblance of humanity that she'd acquired from centuries of blending in with mortals—lose control, go berserk, and heaven knows what.

It has been long since she's indulged in her diabolical desires, and with you under her, with that beautiful shade of lipstick smearing on your cheeks and her cock—she knows there's only a short amount of time until she unleashes her demons.

You were so occupied sucking her that you didn't notice the nails buried in your hair starting to grow and sharpen. Agatha herself was lost in the way your cheeks would hollow, the gagging sounds music to her ears as she fucks your throat—that she doesn't feel her tail coming forth, the appendage seemingly with its own mind, slithering towards your still lace-clothed cunt.

You moaned both from pleasure, and surprise—was that Agatha? 

Briefly, you let go of her cock, your eyes locked on to the pale purple color as it starts to bleed into her alabaster skin. Her fingers, you notice, are stained black up to the knuckles; her nails, always kept short, were long and sharp and claw-like.

When you made no move to escape, her tail began to creep towards your mouth, the pointy and tongue-like end prodding between your lips. As your tongue made contact with it, Agatha whined under her breath, telling you there's more than her fingers and cock that will have their turns inside you.

Agatha's pupils are blown, gradually spreading over her bright blue irises until her whole eyes become pitch black. It should be enough to have you run away in fear, but you stay glued to where you are, looking up at her with sparkling eyes and parted swollen lips. So small. So vulnerable. All for her to break.

Her soft spot for you has her starved, keeping herself from ravishing you wholly, only indulging in kissing and dry humping—afraid that if things went too far and she let herself feed on your lust, she'll scare you away and lose you.

But with you offering yourself on a silver platter, who is she to deny?

Curled horns start to sprout from her head, along with her pointy ears, and finally, her wings–huge and bat-like, spreading freely given the enormous space of the room.

You thought that that was the last of it until she grew taller, almost seven-foot in your quick estimate. Of course, along with the growth spurt is her cock.

Goodness gracious.

You stare at it, unconsciously licking your lips at the thought of it absolutely railing the living lights out of you.

The woman– demon in front of you could kill you with her bare hands, thighs, and wings, and you find yourself aroused beyond measure. 

Agatha caresses your cheeks with a finger, her tail slithering out of your lips. “Penny for your thoughts, Y/N.”

“Ruin me, Agatha,” mindlessly, you pleaded. Agatha smirks, the lust that radiates off of you sating some of her hunger—but she needs more. “Make me yours.”

“Mm, but you're already mine, aren't you? My pretty little human.”

Agatha leans down, pressing her lips to yours. 

Your hands fly around her neck to stabilize yourself, your knees going weak with the way she's practically devouring your mouth—her forked tongue demanding entrance and slides with yours.

She hooks her hands on your thighs as she lifts you up so easily like a rag doll. Your legs hook around her waist in turn, her cock hard and stiff against your stomach. Agatha pulled away with a whine, as she settles you down gently on the faux fur on the floor—the beds and the tables not sturdy enough for her.

Your breath catches in your throat as she towers over you once again in all her infernal glory—all that was left was her fucking you raw. You want– no, need to have that devilish cock in your cunt.

Prying your thighs apart, you watch her with bated breath as her mouth lavishes your core, her tongue licking stripes from your clit, swirling on your entrance, even reaching up to your ass. Agatha's mouth is so wet and hot and your pussy clenches around nothing as she eats you out like her last meal. Her hand crawls across your stomach, her nails grazing leaving trails in their wake. She reaches out to your breasts, her thumb and forefinger playing with your puckered buds.

Agatha rises between your legs, her smile showing her sharpened teeth and fangs—so sinister, yet so beautiful. She removes her hand from one of your nipples and replaces it with her tongue, licking and sucking and soaking your chest with drool, which quickly cools with the air.

One hand slips between your bodies, finding the warmth she so craves. Two of her fingers enter you immediately as her thumb plays with your clit. Agatha relishes the obscene squelching sound your cunt makes. She feels you clenching around her digits, and slows her thrusts. You whine when she removes her fingers, feeling so empty. “Uh-uh, sweets. I want to see you cum on my cock.”

She has no doubts that your pussy will swallow her huge dick greedily, but she licks you again, and again, for good measure. “I can't get enough of this fucking pussy. You taste heavenly, my pretty slut.”

Before you can say anything, if there's still anything/ left for you to say, her cock slides into you in one sharp thrust, not even letting you breathe for a second.

Oh well, you've been waiting for it.

Agatha lifts your legs up to her shoulders so she can reach into you deeply, your heels digging into her skin as she fucks you relentlessly. With watery eyes, you watch her wings flutter with every push.

Her cock stretches your cunt and you're sure she's reached your cervix. As she pounds into you mercilessly, you feel another appendage, her tail, creeping up on your ass hole. With the seemingly endless slick your pussy releases, it slides into your ass with no trouble. You throw your head back, eyes on the ceiling as your mouth falls open in silent screams and breathy moans.

“Look at you, so pretty all filled up…Do you want me to pump you even fuller with my cum? Gonna fuck my babies into you. I bet you'd want that, hm? My dirty whore?”

“Yes, fuck me! I want all your cum inside me, please, Agatha! Fuck– right there! I'm– please– gonna cum…” you babble out nonsense, mind heady with pleasure and desire to be bred by this painfully hot demon.

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You've lost count of how many times Agatha made you cum—not that you were counting anyway. She carried your pliant body around as she maneuvers you in whatever position she thought of, her energy and stamina bottomless. 

Every part of your body feels sore and you think you need a whole week of sleep to regain your strength. You weren't complaining, though. Not every person can say they had such out-of-this-world sex.

Agatha's cum seemed bottomless too as she filled your womb up, your belly now bloated with all of her. She rests for a good few seconds before going again–and you wonder, why did the two of you have to resist each other?

And the way she empties herself into you wasn't a slow spurt of white hot cum, no– it was like a fucking high-pressure hose. Agatha just kept cumming, your name rolling off her tongue, with Your cunt feels so good, You're made for me–only for me along the lines.

Her words make you feel so fuzzy, and you're so ready to take all of it.

It didn't take too long before your belly rounded like a pregnant woman in her full term, ready to pop. Agatha tugged at your hair gently to whisper in your ear, “I love you, my pretty little human,” she pants in between words, and this time you feel that her endless cum finally had its end. Her cock is still buried in your pussy as she shrinks down to her human size. “Mine.”

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[imdoingsortagay]

Can you please write Agatha x female reader who has been having terrible migraines and nothing works except for sleep and Agatha using her magic to sooth reader's brain?

Migraines and Magic

Warnings: Mentions of her coven ( brief), Lil gay activity, cute pet names, use of magic, work, fluff

a/n: god I love Agatha

word count: 1.1k words

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From the moment that you met Agatha that one day in Westview, something about her magic always drew you to the older woman. Some would assume that the brunette had used her magic to somehow seduce you into being in a committed relationship with her but it always shocks people to hear the story about how the relationship blossomed into something so beautiful. 

Everyone in the neighborhood was used to Agatha practicing her magic in her house, with the garage open for the fun of it. Some people would stop by for a couple of seconds before moving into whatever plans they had but she was shocked to see you just watching in awe. It was something that you’ve never seen, which is a bit weird to say living in a world where aliens exist. 

“ I don’t bite darling,” you hear the woman from the garage yell,” how about you come over so I can show you some of my skills?” 

While Agatha just stares at you, she notices that you’re deciding whether to come into the garage or not. It’s not like she’s gonna do anything to you.  If you yell loud enough there’s got to be someone in the houses next door to hear you. 

“ Promise not to use your magic to harm me ? “ you ask which makes the woman chuckle. 

“ Only if you don’t annoy me”, she jokes. 

And as they say, the rest was history. 

At that moment, Agatha had taken a liking to you, there was something about you that made her so interested to be near you. Though the brunette wanted to go the quick route and schmooze you, she decided to take it slow with you and it was the best choice that she made. 

3 years later, both of you were living in the same house that you met, happily married to each other, with a son ( who’s Agatha’s pet bunny cause yes ). It was heaven for the both of you but there was one thing that was always not fun to deal with. 

Your migraines. 

About 6 months after the both of you met, the older woman offered up her home office as a space for you to do your meeting while your roommate had family over. After a grueling meeting with some stubborn coworkers who didn’t want to listen and your body betrayed you when you feel a migraine coming. Lucky for you for always planning, this was something you knew how to deal with but Agatha always felt a little bad for you. She wanted to help her loved one out but being a stubborn person, she was always assured by you that it was fine. 

It was around the holidays which meant that you would be stressed trying to make all of your deadlines while all your girlfriend could do was offer up any sort of help to be a stress relief. Time and time again, you told you that it was fine so Agatha chose to clean a bit for the time being til you were done. 

A couple of hours go by, the house is all clean and Agatha could hear whining from your shared bedroom. She was unsure what was going on with you, one side of her wanted to leave you be but it was best to check up on you in case anything happen. 

“ How’s my little superstar doing ? “ she gently asks as she opens the door to see a heartbreaking scene. 

You had all been under the bedroom sheets, and pillows as well around you. Curtains closed so as to not let any of the light in as you were experiencing a bad migraine and while sleep usually helps with it, this time around it just didn’t seem to work for you. All you wanted was the dumb migraine to go away and it made you cry which almost made your girlfriend cry as well at the scene before her.

Using all of her experience of hiding, the older woman quietly makes her way to the bed, careful to not make any noise to alert you. Once she makes it under the sheets, Agatha scoops you up into her arms to comfort you and you jump in surprise not noticing that she made her way into the room. 

“ How’s my little love bug doing? “ she whispers and she gets a whine back in response. 

“ y/n, can you be a good girl for me and use your words? I wanna be able to help my darling out,” she pleads quietly to you and you slowly get up from her chest even though you don’t want to. 

“ It’s my head, fucking migraine,” you whisper back to her and immediately go back to laying your head on her chest to see if that helps you out for a bit. A temporary solution at this moment is so much better than nothing. 

“ oh my sweet y/n,” Agatha starts,” Is there anything i can do to help you? Whatever you need me to do and I’m happy to do it?” 

“ Can you use your magic to sooth me?” you sleepily tell her while Agatha is stunned to hear that her girlfriend wants her magic to help in the moment. Sure she had used her magic to do the chores in the house, sometimes even cook if you were in a clingy mood and whatnot but you never had asked the witch to use it on you. There was something in her mind that feared accidentally harming you if the spell went wrong and she would never forgive herself if anything happened to you. Not after the harm, she caused to her coven all those years ago and the harm she caused to her Coven mother. 

“ Honey are you sure ? i don’t want to - “ 

“ Aggie please, “ you mumble as you shove your face into her chest,” I know about your past and i trust you with all my being not to hurt me, please help me, baby’. 

At that moment, Agatha gets her spell book from the nightstand on her bed in her hand quickly, skimming through the pages of spells she learned over the year to see which would be the best one to use in that moment. Didn’t take long before she found one to soothe you. The book is quickly put back in its designated spot in the nightstand and she gets a bit comfier to be able to use her magic on you. 

“ This isn’t going to hurt you, my love, just please remember to tell me if it does,” she warns before enacting the spell. The moment that her fingers hit your forehead, you feel relief from the terrible migraine, cuddling harder into your lovely partner for helping you out. 

“ Love you aggie,” you mumble before drifting to sleep in your arms while the older woman continues her spell on you, tearing up a bit to see that after all these years, her magic didn’t hurt someone that she loved. 

“ I love you too my sweet superstar”.

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Personal Mission | Purple Realm AU

Summary: you miss spen time with your wife and now you have a special mission for you both

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Female!Reader

Type: Fluff

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Agatha's POV

I woke up and feel a gaze on me i turn around to find my wife stare at me "Jeez, Y/n you scared me!" my voice is raspy. She didn't seem to notice me "Y/n honey, ae you alright ?", she finaly looked at me and ran her hand in my hair before kiss my forhead "Aggi, do you have anything plan for this week ?" she asked softly "mmm…euh no honey. Strange want me to help hil with something but i can cancel why ?" "okay can you reshuldish it for the next week?" she kissed me before i could reply she leave for the bathroom.

I was processing what's happening before texted Strange to let him know i would not avaible all the week. I was lost in my thought, i didn't hear Y/n came back, she dropped two suitcase in front of our bed "Babe, can you make breakfast i'll joind you after i finishe this." she asked and i nodded, it's curious it's not her thing to make plan without let me know but i wanted to ler her explain me herself. So i kiss her and make my way to the kitchen.

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I was in the bedroom and started to pack some of our favourite clothes in the suitecase, i stoped when i found an old SHIELD suit. It reminded me a lot of memories, the first time we met, the first time i asked her out and our first kiss. I knew i should tell her what i have planed but i have to keep the secret. It will be amazing, at leat i think. I finished to pack everything and rushed to the kitchen when i find the witch, she was making pancake and i hugged her from behind "okay, do you want to tell me what's happening now ?" she asked but she seemed happy "i have a mission and i nedd you to come with me" i replied. She turned around to face me she was inspecting my gaze "i swear you'll not have to fight" i smiled and kissed her "okay but why you didn't go with kate or wanda if you need a witch" i pouted "i can't want to spend time with the most beatiful witch on earth?" she laughed.

I sat on a chair "but you will have to get ready in hour" i said, she looked confused "i let some cloths on the bed" "you chose my clothes ? okay, what's happening babe" i faigned the dumb "i just bought new wloth yesterday and i want to see you in them today" i smiled, it's not a lie i really bought her ne clothes yesterday when i was doing shopping with Kate. She looked suspicious but she didn't said anything.

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Agatha's POV

I finished to prepared myself and head to the bedroom to found a beautiful dark blue dress on the bed, i changed myself and when i was looking in the mirror that remind me something. I rushed to front door when i saw Y/n with the suitcase, she was ready to go she had the keys in her hand and when she looked at him her eyes shone "Honey, you're amazing. i don't heve the words" i blushed it's been more than 15 years since we're married but she always find a way to treat me like the most precious woman in the entire univers. She held me her free hand "Mrs.Harkness if you let me" i took her hand and she led me to the car, she waited until i was seat before went back to the hous to brought the suitcase and locked the door.

She sat, buckeld her belt and started the car, she was driving since five minutes "okay, i checked there is nothing special this week and Wanda tell me you don't have any mission sheldush for the month so, do you want to tell me what's happenig ?" i asked her. She didn't get her eyes from the road but she smiled "Okay, i just want to spend more time with you. I was always busy the last month and we didn't had the time to have night date or just time to ang out so i took my week off for us" my eyes started to be wet "but Y/n, sweetheart you don't have to do anything special. i know you were busy i didn't mind i promise" "yeah i know but i think we need too. i mean of course i love spending time Kate and the other but i wanted just be with you, just only two".

Oh man, i love her so much. i was not ready to hear this, i knew she love spend time and even if i tried to distracted myself for the past month i missed spent time with her too. "I love you Y/n. But i have a question" "yeah?" "why did you buy me a new dress ? don't get the wrong idea, i love it, it's beautiful but the last time i checked it was pretty expensive" she stopped at a red light, she grabbed my hand and kissed it "Agatha, you know nothing is too expensive for you" she winked before she lean to catched my lips with hers. "i'm lucky you're not Stark's sister" i said and we laughed "if i was i would give all the most beatiful thing in this wilrd to let you know how much i love you" "but you already did" i replied and she looked confuse "you gave me your heart and it's the precious thing in the entire multivers" i laid my hand on her tight "i love you so much Y/n"

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a/n: you'll have the next part in two week sorry. i prepare something special for the velentine' week.

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20 Questions for Fanfiction Writers

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1) How many works do you have on AO3?

206, apparently. O.o I didn't realize it was that much. Whoops. >.>;;;;;; ...when did I end up with 55 fics in the MCU. I knew I had a lot in JTV, but when did I end up with that many in the MCU

2) What's your total AO3 word count?

2,039,621.

3) What fandoms do you write for?

Uh...currently? ...uh...let me check my pinned post. Uh. Danganronpa (not DRV3 because I haven't finished it yet; specifically Junko etc. I like rewrites and consequences more than...crossovers...right now. I would rather play with canon...ish). MCU (specifically Wanda-related etc. re: Wandavision and DSMOM, but also add the Ancient One and also add Viv Vision because I love her). JTV (because yes, I can be persuaded to write more Roisa stuff). Miscellaneous Kathryn Hahn etc. (frequently referred to as Hahnverse, specifically beyond Agatha I will also write Eve Fletcher and Claire Debella). Who Framed Roger Rabbit (because yes, I can also be persuaded to occasionally write more Jessica Rabbit stuff, although it is often highly specific to my Jess). Puella Magi Madoka Magica (just because I haven't in a very long time does not mean I can't). Noir (the 2001 anime; just because I have very little posted doesn't mean I won't write for this). The Haunting of Bly Manor (specifically Dani and Viola and we pretend that most of the last episode didn't happen because I love Viola and I like looking at the complications of that whole situation). ...probably others that I can't think about at the moment, honestly.

4) Top Five Fics by Kudos:

By kudos? 1) What Dreams May Come. 2) Finding Family. 3) Lost Causes. 4) Make Life Worthwhile. 5) Take A Sad Song and Make It Better. Surprised by that last one, honestly, but not by the other four. The top two on my stats are pretty much always Bly Manor Fix-It Fic and FF; they just switch places every now and again.

5) Do you respond to comments?

Sometimes. I respond to comments if I feel I have a response or if I want to continue the dialogue or if I'm asked a question and don't put it off for a while (I'm really bad at this, actually). But I feel like a lot of comments...don't need...a response? And have been running into the weird situation lately where responding to comments...feels like...it keeps people from commenting? Which is? A weird feeling?

6) What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Timeline canon doesn't count (I see you out there reading this) because that's not fic, that's rp. And, I mean, technically that had a happy ending. Technically. the day her line went flat. hands down. i've got some other angsty stuff that comes to mind, but like. nothing like that one, i don't think. ...but if I ever finish it all happens so quick, that may take it.

7) What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

...uh. Hm. I think probably Finding Family, because it was nearly 375k of build up (385k if you include the Holiday Special) and character development and relational development just to get to that ending so that it felt well earned and deserved and still not expected even though set up and just. I knew the ending of that one when I started it, and it was exactly what I wanted it to be, and I think it's the most happy because it's the most right and complete and just.... I don't know how to put words to it, but that one.

8) Do you get hate on fics?

I've gotten bot hate on my MCU fics by bots who want me to switch to a different fic website, which I don't think really counts. I haven't gotten hate as comments on AO3 fic, BUT I DID have a period early last year and some the year before of A LOT of Anon hate, some of which was fic hate. Specifically character interpretation. But that felt more like a campaign of hate against me and that was just the avenue they were deciding to use at that particular time because there was so much other hate they were sending, so like. ...yeah, that was a thing.

9) Do you write smut?

Nope.

10) Craziest crossover?

Heart in Motion aka the JTV/ODAAT crossover that no one asked for and then everyone asked for and then I never went back to. XD

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Partly! Someone started translating Finding Family into Russian! With permission! You can find it here!

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! Room for One I co-wrote with @butimnotasexyrussian! IT WAS GREAT.

14) All time favorite ship?

Honestly, I don't think I have one. I love Jess/Scully and Jess/Regina. I love the Valentines. But my shipping favs are flexible at best.

15) What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

What Dreams May Come. I don't think I left it in a good spot, as opposed to If You Lived Here, You'd Be Home Now, which is unfinished and will probably stay unfinished but at least stops at a good spot.

16) What are your writing strengths?

Consistency. I'm very consistent in terms of world-building and maintaining exact specifics through a fic. I keep my through threads, usually, and if I set something up, it's probably going to pay off later.

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

EVERYTHING IS ALWAYS SO LONG. WHAT IS WRITING SHORT STUFF, I DON'T KNOW HER. But also plot. And description. And setting. I suck at all of these things. Oh, also, having characters have distinct voices. All of my characters sound the same. -shrugs-

18) Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I don't have a problem with it, but I very rarely do it. I'm worried I'll get something wrong!

19) First fandom you wrote in?

Tales of Symphonia. I was in, like, middle school, and I did not post it. Fortunately. (This does not count RP, which I was doing earlier than that. That's not the same. And to be honest, I'm not sure I would know the answer then. Teen Titans or Inu-Yasha, maybe? I'm not sure.)

20) Favorite fic you've written?

It's a toss up between Luisa and the Fox and Surrogate. Probably there's something else I'm forgetting but will remember after I post this. But honestly? It's probably one of those two.

tagging: @adhdavinci (FINALLY I CAN TAG YOU BACK BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T TAG ME FIRST! HAHA!); @captaintoomanybattles; @auburnlaughter; @eriquin

#musings #meme #memes #meme response #bandit #bandit writes fic #bly manor fix it fic #go fix it fic #glass onion fix it fic #i don't remember what my tag for that one was but it was one of those two #wanda america fic #iylhybhn #latf #the valentines

[swaqcenix]

thank you very much! haha, wow, now I'm cool and your favorite anon….. these hashtags made me snigger maliciously. 🙂

thank you so much for your support and everything you wrote. it's really important to me and helps me feel a little more confident.":) and you can congratulate me, I really got the first place.

And OH MY GOD, I'M GOING TO TRY MY BEST, and WHAT ARE U TOLLKING ABOUT, of course I'm going to LOVE your future work. pfft, I see Peggy in the fanfiction - I automatically "❤️" it and get ready to wish happiness to the author and his whole family. lol.

I love discussing plots and the behavior of characters, although I don't seem to really like spoilers........👁👁 however, judging by your words, the main cherry on the cake in this fanfiction has not yet been revealed. and that's good. ;)

Hmm, "the visit"? Is this the movie that Kathryn Hahn played in? If so, I watched it. Really strange movie, which is more psychologically depressing than frightening, to be honest … and thank you!! you're so caring, it makes me mentally squeak.☠️

I don't know why I react this way to any good contacts with people.😐

annddd wow.. wow. you're right. I was somewhat struck by your words about all this. just this fact that someone remembers the phrases of their favorite characters and make some conclusions from it. Also, your words about the concept and much more. And oh my God, you're making me blush, stop it, fkljgkfdga 👽 also, I'm glad to be a good listener for you. 🦋

to be honest, sometimes I think that the profession of my dreams would be just to sit silently and listen to people talking about some fragments of their lives and some clever thoughts.

...

although, probably, this place is occupied by God.👍

or psychologists. in some way. or priests.

Oh, you little naughty girl! for unauthorized interference with the work of my brain and its suspension, you are obliged to compensate for the damage by writing and publishing fan fiction, which I'm looking forward to.

OH MY GOD, THE DETAILS.

wow, so much sense! I love it!(!!!) seems like when i wiil review this terribly boring movie, sorry. I watched it just for Peggy movie, I will always remember you and this fan fiction, lol honestly, I don't even know what to think looking at these photos. but it looks like it's connected to the past. perhaps the reader is someone who has been with Peggy in the past and seeing alive reader from other universe now, with Wanda, Peggy will… like…

*shows a brain explosion with hands*

you know?

well, i dont🤡

hmmm.

BAAHAHAHAHA now you're my main reason why I obsessively check tumblr all the time. thank you

by the way, do you want to exchange with me three songs that you like at this point in time? here are my:

the dismemberment song, blue kid

runs in the family, amanda palmer

крепость, дайте танк(!)

if you want, I could translate the last song for you. I know russian well enough :)

you are my favourite anon and the sweetest fr! no jokes intended little anon :) you sniggering bless you! 💌

no worries the support is meant and i'm so glad you're getting some confidence it's all you can do is just try and be yourself. I'm SO PROUD OF YOU, you really deserved that congratulations darling! <3

see you say that now i'm just shaking that it goes to plan, but hopefully it should! bahahaha, i feel you there when it comes to seeing that just instant like fr 💗

oh heaven forbid no, i wouldn't spoil it for you dear you'd need to the excitement and the surprise built up enough! the cherry on the cake is yet to be revealed you'll love it though :)) i hope

yes that one!! don't ask why i enjoy it so much, maybe it purely is for the little kathryn content we get hun, but idk i have some strange taste in films i just enjoy anything that's horror or suspense for the adrenaline. oh sweet that's adorable your little squeaks? 🥹

heyy your reactions are valid okay? remember that it's a safe space here for a reason! <3 🍓

as you can tell i do have an enjoyment going into depth with my work and my thoughts. i thrive on indulging etc, i really do enjoy it! <3 aww you're blushing, so cute! no i love it you're genuinely so sweet love! 💌

that's a really interesting concept tbh, you're more of a listener i love that. the listeners of this world are like wind through the breeze and the whisper of a river, calm and there collected with their thoughts :))

perhaps it is, i always do enjoy indulging in thoughts i can often get carried away with!

oh yes, i do tend to be a naughty little girl a lot 😌 but okay i suppose i'll compensate through this fanfic, besides it's for the best anon right! 🫶

ahhh yes see, i didn't mind the movie tbh i definitely had seen it's pro's and con's. i'm so glad you liked my little analysis of characters sweetie! HMMM perhaps it is perhaps it isn't i shall reveal nothing. 🤭 my secrets for the fanfic is yet to be revealed but that made me smile that you'll think of this fic fr! <3

AHAHHA brain explosion you do make me laugh, i love reading you little messages! sweet sweet anon, you're so kind! i'm the main reason? i better up my game if that's the case then 🥹

i'll give those a listen as soon as i post this tell love!! <3 fun fact i do speak quite a bit of russian so i should be okay 😌

My three songs i'll share with you are:

• Pray - Zana

• La De La Mala Suerte- Jesse and Joy (i can help if you don't quite understand the lyrics or it's meaning!!💌)

• Feels Like Coming Home- Jetta <33

stay safe sweetie! :))

#cute anon <3 #they're such a bean #anon! 💌 #my lil heart #kazasks ღ

[kingpreciouswrld]

You Owe Me

Fluff Prompt - “You owe me” “Fine, whatever you like”

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Reader

A/N: First reader insert O_O also, lmk if I got grammar mistakes cause I know I gotta work on that :/

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“Ags?”

“In the basement hun!”

You made your way down to the basement where Agatha worked on a potion, “What’s up buttercup?” she said, never looking up.

You leaned against a pillar as you crossed your arms over your chest, “Do you remember how I helped you that one time with Wanda?”

Agatha hummed as she continued her work, “Well you’re gonna have to be more specific than that hun.”

“I can give you one word.”

“Hm?”

“Sparky.”

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At first when Agatha had told you of the plan you said no immediately. The dog was too cute and he never did anything, he was just a dog! But Agatha explained how she wanted to push Wanda to use her powers and that her best bet was to kill the animal.

Agatha didn’t do anything you were uncomfortable with so when you gave in she promised that she would make it up to you. You eventually realized that the dog was just made out of magic and the thought had helped to lessen the blow of murdering the dog, but...it was still a dog.

You always remembered her promise to you and every time you brought it up, she’d change the topic. At first you let it go, you knew she was focused on the whole Scarlet Witch spiel but when she kept giving you excuses, you knew she was trying to get out of it.

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Agatha tsked as she dusted her hands off, “Are you okay honey?” she asked softly as she wrapped her arms around your waist. “I know what happened was hard for you..did you remember and get upset about it again?”

“I mean I’ll always remember it, it was traumatizing. I’m a bit better bu‒”

“That’s great hun! Now,” Agatha unwrapped herself from around you and moved back to her table. “I plan on confronting Wanda very soon so I really need to finish this.”

You sighed. Here we go again. You moved towards the table as you tried to get her attention, “Ags, I really need to talk to y‒”

“You know, I was thinking about putting some runes down here.”

“‒ou about that promise you made me and‒”

“Actually, maybe I’ll use some Mandrake.”

You let out a frustrated sigh and moved to stand in front of her. The woman was engrossed with her powders and you tried to get her to look at you but you moved the mandrake away from her workspace, just in case. “Ags.”

“No you’re right, I’ll use the runes.”

“Ags.”

“With the runes, I’ll be the only one to use magic down here,”

This was getting out of hand. “Aggie,” you huffed.

“Think of it‒”

“Ags.”

“‒that little witch wouldn’t know what hit her.”

Alright. That’s it. You were done. “Agatha Harkness you will listen to me and put that mandrake down or so help me!”

Agatha whimpered. You never called her by her full name and when you did, she knew that she was in deep trouble. The witch hung her head and sighed defeatedly. She put her work to the side and made a dramatic showing as she put the jar of mandrakes down. “Alright, alright, you have my attention hun.”

You sighed and ran your hand through your hair. “Thank you,” you huffed. You stood in front of her and stared right at her. “You owe me. I helped you kill Sparky and you still owe me. Every time I’ve brought it up, you ignored me and‒”

“Fine, whatever you like.” Agatha sighed defeatedly.

“Whatever?” you smirked.

Oh you had just the idea.

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A spending spree. Once you gave Agatha a list of what you wanted to do, the both of you got to work.

You dragged Agatha to the mall and spent her money to your heart’s content. You made your way through the mall like a mad woman. You bought all the clothes you’ve had your eyes on for the past few months and you even got Agatha to try some clothes on for herself.

“Babe! This would totally suit you!”

“Oh hun, this is your day, I’m no‒”

“Okay, take this one and‒ oh! Look at that one!”

Of course it was your day but your girlfriend should at least get a little something something too. You bought new shoes, new rings, and you even got a haircut all the while Agatha sat back and watched you do your thing as she became your pack camel for all your shopping bags.

You looked like a little kid in a candy shop and Agatha didn’t mind that you went crazy. Yes she owed you but after everything that had happened and everything she had put you through, you deserved this. You’re her little princess and you only deserve the best.

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After ending the day with a lovely dinner, the two of you headed back home, new treasures in hand.

You both ended up cuddling on the couch, sharing a blanket, and watching one of your favorite sitcoms.

Agatha ran her hand through your hair and you sighed in content as you cuddled closer, “Hey Ags?”

“Yes doll?”

“Where did you get all that money?” you asked as you looked up at her from your position on her shoulder.

You felt Agatha shift in her seat and clear her throat, waving you off, “Oh I had saved up quite a bit of money, but don’t you worry about that hun, I’m just happy that you enjoyed yourself,” she said as she kissed the top of your head.

Meanwhile next door…

Wanda rummaged through her purse before she yelled out through the house, “Vision? Have you seen my credit card?”

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A/N: Alrighty, please lmk what you guys think! I wanna write more for her so may or may not have more stuff coming :3

#agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness x you #agnes wandavision #agnes x reader #wandavision #mcu #marvel fic #agatha harkness imagine #wandavision imagine #kathryn hahn #kathryn hahn x you #kathryn hahn fanfiction #reader insert #x reader

[harknesswife]

It was you all along (Agatha Harkness x Female Reader)

Summary: This is a sweet self-insert love story between Agatha and a Westview citizen. Everything that happens follows the original events of “Wandavision” and MCU, like a parallel.

Chapter: 10/10

Word count: 1.663K

The bus stopped in front of the “Welcome to Westview” sign. We all got off as FBI and SWORD agents kept blabbering about going back to our real lives. I let my mind wander for a while.

It had been a week since I ran off the hex, leaving Agatha behind. They got all of us into this facility that, to me, it kinda looked like a prison. “We just need to be sure that the city is safe to come back to”, they said. My room had no windows, but I knew that this wouldn’t stop her. I’d sleep every night hoping that she’d just burst her way in and take me out of there. She told me to wait, and I did.

Agent James clapped his hands and brought me back from my daydream.

"Ok, welcome back, everyone. Everything is perfectly fine. Westview is secure, Wanda is gone. And that’s all you need to know."

Some people clapped. They wouldn’t tell us anything about what happened after we got out, and that was driving me insane.

We stepped inside Westview as if we’re entering a pool, slowly and carefully. The city was way different from the colorful lie we were living. Everything was pretty gray and dark. I passed by my place, the door was still open just how I'd left it. But I didn’t want to get in, not yet. I wanted to preserve a little more of that memory of how it used to be. Lots of families were getting inside their own houses, I could see people packing stuff. I kept walking, getting my eyes used to this new reality when I saw it.

Her house. What used to be her house, the place where she took me on that Halloween night. Everything was destroyed. I crossed my arms on my chest, trying my best not to cry. Sword did it, I was sure, to make Westview “safe again”. I peeked around, trying to find any clue when I glanced at her bicycle just tossed aside. I ran for it and when I was about to lift it…

"Oh, hey!"

It was Fietro. I took several steps back.

"You can have it", he said, lifting it and handing it to me. "I don’t mind".

I kept staring at him, trying to read his eyes. He smiled at me.

"I’m sorry. Do we know each other? My head is still kinda messy from all the, you know…"

"No need to be sorry", I said, relieved that he didn't remember me. Especially naked me. "Nice to meet you. Are you leaving?"

I pointed at the two big bags behind him.

"Definitely. I’m not taking my chances with her again."

"Wanda? I thought she was gone", I asked, slightly more interested.

He sighed.

"I shouldn’t be talking about this. I’m sorry", he tried to leave, but I held him.

"Do you know what happened? After we all left?", I was holding his arm with only one hand. He wasn’t trying to get away, but I refused to let go.

"I was here", he whispered. "But I can’t talk about it. They made me promise."

"Please!", I asked. "I’m so confused right now. I need closure. I think knowing would help me to just… move on.

I meant it and he knew that. He above all people knew how it was to be unable to control his own mind. So he told me all about the two identical men flying and fighting against each other. He told me about that brave woman that just threw herself in front of Wanda’s kids to protect them, even when she didn’t know that her body was bulletproof. How the sword army was defeated by these same two young boys. And, finally, how both witches kept throwing blasts at each other, a huge battle in a red sky.

"And then..." he said, pointing at the exact place where it happened. "They got back. But Wanda was… different. She looked like a witch, cape, and everything. And the other one - I could see some anger in his voice - was just on the floor, defeated."

I took a deep breath.

"Wanda left after a while. The agents found me and it was their idea to destroy the place. I used to live here, you know. That’s why Agatha picked me".

It was really weird listening to someone else saying her name.

"But if Wanda’s gone… What did you say about taking chances?"

"Well. I heard something that I never told the agents...", he was whispering again. "Wanda changed Agatha’s witch clothes into casual ones. She told her that she knew where to find her. I think Wanda did to her what she did to all of us, trapping her inside her mind. And that makes me think that..."

"She’s still here."

It wasn’t a question. She was there, in Westview. That’s why she didn’t come for me. Now it was my time to find her. I smiled at him, hopping on the bike.

"Thank you, Fietro!!"

"Wait, what did you just call me?"

But I was already pedaling away at full speed. Looking right and left, trying to figure out where Wanda would place Agatha. Plain sight, so no one would suspect? Or maybe a little bit away from the neighborhood, just to be safe? I felt a few drops of rain falling into my head, wet hair getting into my eyes. There were a few cars on the street and It was hard to keep track of all of them. The orange light of a headlight blinded me for just a second, and it was all it took for me to fall. I tried to get up, feeling dizzy.

!Hun! Are you okay?"

I wasn’t ready. But she was right there, in the rain, kneeling in front of me. I had no idea how.

"Agatha", I said, staring at her. Somehow, I thought she would simply look at me and remember everything.

"It’s Agnes! A common mistake, tho", she smiled, her hair also getting wet. "Oh, let’s get inside! Let me help you with that", she said while grabbing the bicycle. I got up slowly.

If I had looked back, I’d see how she stopped, confused for just a split second, after touching the handlebar.

The inside of her house was cozy and colorful, like a piece of the “fake Westview”. It felt like home.

"I’m gonna get you something warm. Just a sec, honey."

She left me in the living room, my heart beating like crazy. “Calm down”, I said to myself. I looked around, trying to find anything that would help me bring her back. There was a shelf with some books, but none of them were glowing. Mundane. I got closer to read some of the titles when something else got my attention.

A few drawings were on the table right next to the shelf, some of them unfinished. A faceless girl with wings. The back of two women with bubbles floating around them. Pieces of our memories. They were still there, in some corner of her mind.

"Here you go", she said, handing me a cup of tea. Our fingers touched for a second, and she kept staring at me as her smile faded away.

She let go of the cup and touched my face, just like she used to do. I closed my eyes, waiting for her next reaction. Something was happening and I knew it.

"Go. Now."

It was her voice. But it didn’t sound like her.

The rain was still pouring outside. She kept telling me to leave, her eyes locked on me, like a trance. I refused. One of her hands was now glowing with a red fog.

Wanda.

"Agatha, please. Please. You need to remember. Please!", I kept saying it while she slowly lifted her hand.

I had no idea how, but Wanda was controlling her. Talking wouldn’t help. I took a step in her direction, then another one. She lifted the other hand, a threat that I ignored. Agatha did some sort of magical movement and everything flew into the walls. Everything but me. She wasn’t expecting that. I took another step, getting closer.

"You protected me long enough", I said, hoping that, somehow, Agatha would listen. "But I need you to come back."

I grabbed one of her wrists, trying to ignore the massive red energy that she was holding on her other hand. I could feel the warmth and the light getting closer to my face, I knew that it was my last try. I took off the ring that she gave me and placed it on her finger, screaming by how much strength it took me to do it. We both fell on the ground immediately.

I crawled over to her. She was trying to get up.

"Agatha?", I said with my voice breaking.

She looked up.

Agatha held me tight, touching my face to make sure that I was okay. I couldn’t stop the silent tears from falling. She kissed me several times, on my lips, my forehead, and my cheeks.

"I’ve missed you..." she whispered, fixing a lock of hair behind my ear. "We gotta get out of here. Wanda knows about you."

"I had to", I said, holding her hand.

"I know", she nodded, taking off the ring. The stone was black now. "You won’t need this anymore. I’ll be your shield."

We both got up, ready to leave, when the same orange headlight blinded me again, right inside of her living room. Only it wasn’t a headlight, as I realized too late. Agatha put me behind her, staring at that weird thing.

It was like a mirror, but instead of our reflection, we saw a man. He was wearing a cape and a necklace with a glowing green stone.

"My name is Doctor Strange", he said, in a calm voice. "And I need you to come with me."

#wandavision #kathryn hahn #kathryn hahn fanfiction #kathryn hahn fanfic #agatha harkness #agatha harkness x female reader #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness fanfic #agatha harkness fanfiction

[our-blood-is-our-ink]

My funniest writing happens when I'm dragging people.

Person One: *talking about Evanora* don't tell me she's had a child

Y/N: *deadpan* she didn't have a child

Person One: *pinches bridge of nose and sighs* who in their right mind would let... No. I'm not thinking about this right now.

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Wanda: what happened?

Y/N: someone wants me dead

Agatha: to be fair most people do, dear

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Agatha: I knew you were sick in the head, but I didn't realize you could actually get sick

Y/N: what don't you ever catch a virus?

Agatha: no dear, we're witches, we're not supposed to get sick

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Ghost!Agatha: *about y/n not wanting to be possessed by her* fine, ruin all the fun of being dead why don't you

Y/N: yes I will, thank you very much

#agatha harkness #kathryn hahn #agatha harkness x reader #i think I'm funny okay #im just downright hilarious #THIS IS MY WRITING THIS IS ALL PULLED DIRECTLY FROM MY FANFICTION

[jadoue1999]

An unusual couple - Chapter 11

Summary: Three snipets from the Maximoff twin's life, back when they were still together. But of course, Agatha doesn't want to see the good, she wants one specific memory.

Previous parts: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, 

Chapter 11: Wendy

Peter could hear faint crying coming from his sister’s room. He approached her door and listened for a few seconds before knocking three times.

“Hey, Wends?” Peter didn’t expect an answer, but he did notice that her cries were now more spaced out. He took that as an invitation to continue. “Whatever they said, it’s not true. They... they mocked my hair and called me a freak. We can talk about it if you want. It’s always better to have a partner.”

The brown door slowly creaked open to reveal the teary-eyed face of his twin. She didn’t talk, but she invited him in with a wave of her hand. They sat next to each other on her bed.

Peter spoke first, “was it James and David?”

Wendy nodded. “Yeah, they called me a witch and a gypsy.”

He rolled his eyes at the insults; their bullies weren’t even original. It was always the same names. He put his arm around his sister’s shoulders and squeezed lightly. “They’re idiots. I know we just got our mutation, but I’m willing to teach them a lesson.”

His twin chuckled at his proposition. “Come on, you don’t need to expose yourself like that. You would get blamed instantly; they always blame the mutants first.”

“Sure sis, but as for ‘exposing myself’,” he mocked with air quotes. He then pointed at his head. “Look at my hair, that’s kind of a huge giveaway.”

Wendy chuckled at his remark and ruffled his hair. He pulled his tongue at her as he too extended a hand towards her head and messed up her hair. The brunette screeched in amused annoyance and promptly took a hold of his wrists and pushed them away. Peter tried to look offended, but he broke into a laughing fit, soon joined by Wendy.

“How cute, lets continue.”

Peter didn’t have time to register what the voice was before he found himself sitting in their living room. His mother was in the process of lighting the final candle on their menorah. Peter was practically vibrating in place as Magda finished.

“Pietro, please be respectful,” she sighed. She turned to his sister, who was patiently waiting for permission to rummage through the food. “Look at Wanda, she’s not complaining.”

Their mom didn’t usually use their birth name, but during Hanukkah, it only felt right to honor their roots and be themselves for once.

“I can’t help it ma! I’m a growing man,” he argued. He was sixteen, he was basically famished all the time.

Magda chuckled as she recited the blessings. He and Wendy joined their mother to recite the final prayer of the night. As he finally finished, Peter practically destroyed the carpet floor when he got up the couch and to the plates of food. He had eaten nearly a quarter of the roasted goose and nearly six latkes by the time his mom pulled him away from the counter.

“I hope you intend on sharing,” she teased him with a wink. Wendy whispered something in her ear that made her smile and nod. “Yes, I suppose we could do that, why don’t you go get it?”

“Go get what?” Peter asked with his mouth full.

“Your gift,” answered Wendy as she walked back from the living room.

The present was wrapped in silvery paper and a deep blue bow. The box wasn’t that big, but it had a certain weight to it. Peter quickly opened the gift, and he couldn’t help the wide grin that spread across his face.

“Mom and I saved up to get you a Walkman. You always complain how the silence is unbearable when you run so I figured that could help.” Wendy took the device in her hands. “I spelled it so it could withstand your speed and keep up with you.”

Peter pulled her into a tight hug, lifting her off the ground. “Thanks sis!”

He sped to the living room and back, holding a limp package. Wendy took it in her hands carefully, it wasn’t as neatly wrapped as the one Magda had done, but it did the trick. She, too, unwrapped the gift quickly.

“Pietro, it’s beautiful!” She exclaimed as she examined the beautiful red leather jacket.

“I assumed you’d like your own, since you always steal mine,” he teased her. “It’ll match better with your wiggly woos than with my silver one.”

Wendy pulled her tongue at him as she hugged the garment, feeling the carefully crafted leather.

“As lovely as this is, I think it’s time for the final act.”

Once again, his surroundings changed without him having a say in it. Not that he noticed. He had way too much to think about anyway. Peter was out with Wendy; they had gone out to get a gift for their mother’s birthday. They had been saving up for months so they could get a fancy gift. She deserved it, she had endured his and Wendy’s destructive development of their powers that surely costed her hundreds of dollars. Magda deserved something nice.

They settled on getting her a matching set of necklace and bracelet, since Magda always wore some kind of bracelet to hide her tattoo from her time in the concentration camp. As they were shopping, Wendy conjured up copies of the jewelry with her magic so they could see how it looked.

“Mutant scum,” he heard someone whisper as they passed by.

Peter was dead set on ignoring the person, but it wasn’t the same for his twin. He could feel her strong anger, he turned to her and put a hand on her arm. “Wends, it’s fine.”

She shook her head and let out an annoyed breath. “No, it’s not! It’s always the same thing, I’m sick of it.” She passed a hand through her hair, he noticed wisp of scarlet around her fingers. Something that sometimes happened when she was extremely angry. “I’ll be back, I need to cool off.”

He gave her a small smile, assuring her that it would be alright. She returned his smile and left the store. Peter continued looking through the displays even with the hateful glares from a few people in the store. He was the guy that broke into the Pentagon and never got caught, he wouldn’t let them diminish his value.

A sudden pain made him grasp at his chest in confusion. It was so intense that it knocked the wind out of him. He looked around to what possibly could have caused it, but nothing seemed amiss. But then, it hit him.

“Wendy,” he realized.

Peter ran to where his twin had gone. He didn’t find her, but he did find one of her earrings on the ground. Fear seized him from the inside as he sped through the mall trying to find his sister. He eventually found her, surrounded by a group of young adults who seemed very angry. He pushed them out of the way, making no effort to be gentle.

The speedster stopped running and rushed at Wendy’s side, she wasn’t moving. She had a split lip, and her hair was pooled around her. Peter’s heart stopped when he took his sister in his arms and realized that the back of her head was bleeding heavily, like she had been thrown to the floor violently. He cradled her, making sure her head was securely leaning against his chest and started running. He had to get help.

“Wendy! Wendy please, hold on!” He pleaded as he continued to run. His lungs were burning in his chest and his breathing was labored, but he continued running. Peter, in his panic, couldn’t for the life of him remember where the hospital was. Wendy was so limp in his arms, he looked at her pale face and hoped that her stillness was only because of his speed.

The speedster eventually ended up in a park, probably still far away from the hospital. He was so exhausted; his running was always more energy consuming in his panicked states. His clothes were full of his twin’s blood, a sight that only enhanced his distress. Peter gently laid his sister on the ground, brushing her hair out of her face. His speed had caused her hair to tangle into a mess. He weaved his fingers through as best he could, Wendy always hated when he messed up her hair when running.

The tears flowed down his cheeks as he stroked her hair, trying to ignore the blood that was staining his fingers. “Wendy, please,” he pleaded. He pressed his forehead against hers, hating the way it had already gone cold. “Don’t leave me, I can’t be alone.”

Peter continued begging Wendy to wake up, even when it became apparent that it was useless. He pulled her into a hug, desperately wanting her to reciprocate the gesture. He sobbed into her hair as he pleaded one last time. “I don’t want to be alone.”

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Notes: So, one decision I made when making Wendy an actual character of this story was to make her feel more than just a MCU Wanda knockoff. I did as much research as I could about Hanukkah in America in the 1970s to make sure that it was properly characterized, but please notify me if something is off. I only want the Maximoffs to be shown as Jewish as they should always have been.

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