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wandasgf · 8 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?”

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lovehealsandlovehurts · 2 years

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The Scarlet Witch's toy

pov: You’re a sorcerer at Kamar- Taj but instead of fighting The Scarlet WIitch you end up being seduced by her.

Warnings: 18+, oral (giving & receiving), fingering, degradation kink, mommy kink, pet names, pussy slapping, crying ( not negative ) being restrained, forceful grabbing, hickeys, praise, wanda manhandling you with her powers

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There you were, looking up to the sky and swallowing your spit. Perhaps if you haven’t read all the things about The Scarlet Witch prophecy you wouldn't be so terrified right now. You always adored Wanda Maximoff, she was in your top favourite avengers. You found her hot and admired her for fighting on the team, however you weren't sure that was the same woman who looked down at everyone from above. You couldn't lie, you fantasized about her, and thought about what it would feel like to press your lips against hers, touch her skin, or have her touch you. It was at this time that you felt guilty for having all those thoughts, having to face the danger ahead.

There was anger in the witch's eyes, but also confidence, in what she was about to do. You held up your shield as you watched her try to break through, and she eventually did so, destroying everyone and everything in her way. You had no choice but to run and hide inside, waiting for what was about to happen.

You walked into an almost empty room, filled only with a few pieces of furniture and books to study, you tried to escape from the ashes and the screams of your former sorcerers. You sat down, letting your back roll down the floor, accepting defeat. You heard whispers coming into the room, but there was nobody there. The voice sounded familiar, the language was Slavic, and the tone hypnotizing. Suddenly the door closed and you got up, trying to figure out if someone had locked you in. You turned around, only to jerk up at seeing Wanda Maximoff. She looked beautiful, even like this, in the middle of a battle that she had already won. Her headpiece highlighted her cheeks so well, and the dark makeup brought out the green in her eyes. Her boots were full of dust and her fingertips were dyed black. “Wanda-” you tried to speak before her hand found a way to cover your mouth. “Shh…” she whispered, her head tilting, trying to see if someone’s breaking through the door, but nobody was. You thought of so many things to say, you’ve heard about her and Westview, and that she lost her children, and husband, everyone knew. You wanted to say something comforting, something that would help her heal but deep down you knew nothing you say would change her mind from what it was on at that moment. Her hand was still stuck on your mouth, it was like she was waiting for you to scream but you didn’t. She took her hand off. “Wanda, I-”- you said, trying to form a sentence, god she was intimidating up close. You saw a smirk form on her face, a spark of red in her eyelids disappearing, you wondered what she’s done.

“I can read your thoughts,” she said, her voice cracking. You wanted to hate her, but you couldn’t, a part of you sympathized with her, despite all she’s done. “All of your thoughts,” she said, looking into your eyes. Suddenly you felt weak in your knees and you hated yourself for the feeling. “I-” you didn’t know what to say, you wondered if she could have reached deep into your mind, seeing all the things you fantasized about. You felt yourself getting hot, wondered, if you were visibly blushing. She smiled, getting closer. It was like she was giving herself a break, from all the adrenaline and chasing others. “You’ve got quite the imagination,” she said, her voice turning into a whisper. “Wanda…” you murmured, swallowing your spit. “It’s not right, what you’re doing.” You managed to say, feeling satisfied that you’ve found a way back to your morality in all of this. She lifted her chin up, straightening her posture. “If something feels right, it most likely is,” she said, her hand grabbing your arm. Her touch sent shivers down your spine, making you feel weak once again. You wanted to disagree but your brain felt like it melted in her presence, you opened your mouth but nothing came out. The witch smirked once again, it felt like she was in your head, replaying your memories, feelings, everything that included her. You wondered if she felt flattered, disgusted, or aroused. Her reactions were the only thing that answered your questions, her lips slightly lifted before coming back down.

“Get on your knees” she whispered, her eyes finding yours. You knew she wasn’t using any magic on you but her presence made you want to do anything she said, without thinking about the consequences. She was hypnotizing, even without actually hypnotizing somebody. You followed her instructions, dropping down to the floor. She looked down at you, running her thumb along your face, her touch made you forget about everything that was going on. She put her thumb inside your mouth, and you closed your lips, sucking it in. “That’s right” she whispered, you could tell she enjoyed this and wondered what she’d do next. You saw magic forming around the palms of her hands, creating an opening in her pants, she didn’t even take them off, just cut the material to reveal the part between her legs. She looked so hot, you couldn’t think of anything else, your mind was in total subspace, awaiting her orders.

“Open your mouth,” she said, grabbing your head and pulling you closer to her. She practically sat on your face, holding onto your hair for support. You set your tongue on her clit, running it up and down her folds. You heard her moan and tilt her head back as you closed your eyes, and focused on the witch. You sucked her clit in, feeling her leave a mess on your face. She was so wet, and she seemed so touch starved. You wondered if she enjoyed being in control, knowing everyone will bend to her will. You wondered when was the last time someone touched her. “Right there” she whispered and you sucked her clit in and circled it with your tongue. She almost suffocated you but occasionally leaned back, allowing you to take deep breaths in as you continued. Her moans sounded so soft and powerful, they made your whole body tingle. You kept going, not being aware of the time passing by. She chased your touch with her hips, pulling you closer. She didn’t announce when she was about to cum, she just did, you felt her muscles tense up in your mouth and saw her whole body shake. She gave you a satisfying smile, looking down at you with awe. “That’s a good girl,” she said, patting your head. You felt yourself get wet, at the smallest sign of praise.

“Come here,” she said, lifting your chin. You got up, staring into her eyes, your mouth still wet. You saw her move her hand and in a matter of seconds, you found yourself pressed against the wall. Her magic was pinning you to it, red lights forming around your body. The witch began moving closer to you, studying your body. Her hands groped your chest, pinching your nipples, teasing them by rolling them back and forth. “Such a pretty girl” she said, you felt a heartbeat form between your legs, practically wanting to beg for her to touch you more. She leaned in and gave you a kiss, her tongue running into your mouth, tasting herself off of it. Her hands slid down your stomach, finding a way into your pants. “You’re so wet,” she teased, her mouth stayed open and you could feel her breath on your lips. “You’ve been dreaming about this, haven’t you? having your holes filled by mommy?” you heard her whisper as your panties dropped to the floor along with your pants. Her fingers entered your pussy and you saw her smirk as you closed your eyes at the sensation. “Fuck” you managed to whisper. Her grip was strong, she moved slowly at first, teasing you, you had a feeling she enjoyed doing so, seeing the corners of her lips lift. You felt her breath move to your neck as she moved her fingers in and out of you. You couldn’t help but let out a loud moan, she felt so good, being restrained by her felt so good, unlike anything you have imagined. “Stay quiet,” she said, increasing her pace, you felt your walls clench around her fingers. “You don’t want anyone to hear what a slut you are, do you?” she mocked you, and you only felt yourself getting more soaked. “Be good for mommy” she said, not stopping. You did everything you could to hold your moans in, letting them escape in the form of grunts as you clenched your teeth tight. “Let me cum” you managed to whisper, feeling your orgasm come and drift away as she changed her pace. “Please...” you added, feeling yourself get to the edge, tears forming in your eyes. “I’ll let you cum when I want to,” she said, kissing your neck. You felt her suck on it violently and were sure that it would leave a mark. She kissed the side of it, moving down to your collarbones. Despite the teasing she quickened up her pace, making you a mess, your thighs were soaked, and you were ashamed of how wet she had made you. She was a villain you were supposed to be fighting after all. “That’s right,” she said, her voice satisfied, as she felt your muscles tense and watched your body tremble. You dropped down to the floor, her magic easing up the fall. You loved the look on her face, she looked so pleased with you, her eyes open wide. She watched you gasp for air as you sat on the floor, looking up at her.

“I want to taste you,” the witch said, she dropped down to her knees, and spread your legs open with her magic. She looked up at you and you felt your heart stop for a moment, catching her stare. Wanda set her mouth on your clit, sucking it in. You’ve never felt as desperate as you did then, her tongue made you roll your eyes to the back of your head. Your thighs began to shake at the sensation. “Wanda-” you let out a soft whine, as you felt your body getting hot. Wanda's hands found a way to hold onto your thighs as she drew patterns on your clit with her tongue, moving her head up and down and side to side. You clenched your jaw again, not being able to hold back the moans, you wondered if someone had heard you, or if she placed a spell on the room, one that prevented people from locating her. She took her mouth off of you, just to slap your already sensitive pussy, you jerked up at the sensation, clenching your wrists tight. You were sure if there was something you could hold onto, you would’ve ripped it apart by now. “Quiet, be a good slut” she ordered, sliding two of her fingers into you. You nodded your head, tilting your head back. You couldn’t help but let your mouth open, letting out a soft whine. Wanda placed her mouth back on your sweet spot, moving her fingers in and out of you. You could barely handle it, the combination of your inner and outer holes being taken care of by her. You grabbed onto her hair, pulling her head closer to you. “Please” you whispered again, as you got lost in the feeling of her taking care of your body. She quickened up her pace, making your thighs tremble. You felt your whole body shiver and your muscles release as you cummed with her inside of you. You took your hand off her hair, tucking some of it being her ear, as you tried to catch your breath. “Such a good girl,” Wanda said, coming closer to you to stroke your face. “I think I should make you my personal toy,” she said, smiling, a spark of evil running through her eyes. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she said, running her fingers through your thighs, they still trembled at the sensation. “Answer me,” she said, grabbing your cheeks into her hands, and forcing you to look up at her. “Yes…” you whispered, you wanted to kiss her, her lips looked so soft, glowing in the lighting. You moved closer, and desperately pressed your lips against hers, they tasted like you, and a mix of sweat and chapstick. You wrapped your arms around her neck and didn’t want to stop but you did eventually, as you tried to catch your breath. She smiled, stroking your face with her hands. “You’re such a cute thing,” she said, a smile forming on her face. She pulled you closer to her arms, and you laid your head on her chest, her hand stroking your hair. How could you not love her? where she seemed so lovable? Yet so cruel and mad at the same time. You looked for the good things in her to try and justify all the bad she’s done. You felt guilty for lying in her arms, but the guilt washed away as the comfort of her touch settled in. You wondered when she’d leave and if you’d ever see her again.

Some time passed by, enough for you to be able to breathe normally, your body recovering from her touch. “I have to go,” she said, her voice low and husky. “No” you managed to say, quicker than you were able to think. You hated how pathetic you sounded, a sense of defeat in your voice. She caught your gaze, and looked into your eyes for a minute, caressing your hair. “This won’t be the last time I see you, I promise,” she said. You wanted to believe her so you did, but a part of you wondered if she was lying. “I have some things to take care of” the witch placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, giving you a tight hug. You wondered where she’d go next. She used her magic to create new clothes for you, covering up your lower body in newly made jeans. “I’ll see you again,” she said, getting up. You hated how losing her felt. You were too astonished to say anything, a part of you wondering if this is just some dream, a vivid imagination. You lifted your hand to wave at her, seeing her walk away. She smiled at you before doing so, and disappeared, not using the door. Your back pressed against the wall again, and you took deep breaths in, trying to recover from all that has happened.

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loggiepj · 10 months

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FORBIDDEN

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Part 10

WANDA was still shaken to her soul. It took her a couple of hours later to finally stop her fingers from trembling. She swore any time longer, her fingernails would break the skin of her palms from the tight clutch she had with her fists.

The journey back to the camp was silent, anyone could literally hear ice cracking from a distance. The sound of footsteps crunching against the snow was all the exchanges Wanda and Y/n had given to each other. Pepper decided to stay behind.

The witch couldn't tell if the human looked sympathetic towards her, for she knew it wasn't the first time someone died in front of her. But she didn't put much thought into it for she couldn't get the words out of her head. The words she knew would haunt her forever.

Wanda was used to hearing prophecies being told from elder witches, even scribbled in scriptures or rolls, but she had never been given one before. One that was specifically for her. It was like a death sentence, but it wasn't. It wasn't, right?

The words flowed through her mind like a river during summer as she thought about what the elder witch had said to her one more time.

Be wary;

Not everyone is what they portray to be

Betrayal? Of course not. It was so vague. Who couldn't be trusted? The Avengers? The humans? Y/n? No.

To end the great war between flying foxes and soaring eagles

She was sure about this line.

Flying foxes meant bats, which symbolized the cunning witches. So the obvious thing, soaring eagles, would be the humans, the Deviants. But what if Avengers were one of them too?

Is that possible? Do Avengers stray away from their ultimate goal and go against their own kind?

A red spider lily will come after the devil's kin

She didn't know what that meant. But it didn't mean it didn't cross her mind. The Scarlet Witch could be the devil's kin. She'd read books and books about it. If she could only draw her own family tree, she was certain the devil cursed her own to generate an offspring to every generation. This time — her.

"Hey, you okay?" Y/n asked, making Wanda jump from her bed. She had no idea when Y/n appeared in her tent, although she wasn't even sure how she got there herself being preoccupied with all of her thoughts.

Wanda forced a nervous smile, avoiding the human's eyes. She learned humans could tell something was wrong by just looking at the state of the eyes. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

Y/n swallowed before taking another step inside her tent. "You just—I thought you were still shaken up about what happened earlier."

"I'm fine, Y/n. It's not the first time I saw someone died in front of me." She busied herself with the books Pepper had lent to her.

Y/n grew silent, closing and opening her mouth at times. Wanda quickly apologized for her response.

"It's okay," Y/n hurriedly added. "I was just worried about you. Pietro too. Steve said she was an elder witch. I knew rumors they give out curses or prophecies to anyone. About the future. That's why Deviants target them the most . . . Did she say something to you?"

Wanda hesitated, remembering the first line. She slowly shook her head. "She was just shaking violently and I panicked. She must have been poisoned so badly."

Y/n seemed to accept her answer. "We're still looking where the Deviants could be getting their supplies from. The poison they lace to their weapons is pretty deadly."

Wanda hummed in agreement, letting an air of silence and awkwardness passed between them.

Y/n clapped her hands together as she began to turn back. "Well, you need to get some rest. I won't be disturbing you for long."

When Y/n pulled the flap of her tent to get outside, Wanda stood. "Y/n, wait!"

"Mm?"

They stared at each other. One's eyes showed concern and confusion. The other one portrayed fear and doubt.

Wanda could just ask Y/n. Could have just told her about the prophecy. But something inside stopped her. The trust she had for humans was still unstable, like sand that could easily be swept away by tiny waves.

"Can you . . . can you tell Pietro to meet me here in five minutes?" Wanda asked instead.

Y/n nodded after a moment. "Yeah, sure."

AFTER she sent Pietro to Wanda's tent, Y/n started to grow wary. She knew something happened. She knew the elder witch told Wanda something. And Y/n was dying to find out, no matter how torn she was between betraying the witch's trust or for the betterment of their camp.

Y/n had been sneaking behind Wanda's tent for a while now, trying to make out the whispers she could barely hear inside. She didn't notice someone approach from behind her until a hand ended up on her shoulder. It was Layla.

But the breath of relief she released from seeing the unsuspecting witch was what made her gasping for air for what said witch said next.

"Will you be my other half for Yule?" Layla asked, looking down at the ground as if shy and embarrassed.

Y/n's eyes widened. She had completely forgotten about Yule, what with everything that had happened recently.

To be asked by someone to celebrate Yule was a customary during Winter Solstice. Yule was the time of feasting where the Yule log, basically a massive trunk of any tree, would be burned at the center in front of the pavilion, celebrated with your family and loved ones. If one was unmarried, it was normal to seek someone without ties to go to said event together.

Y/n would be thrilled to go with Wanda. It would be the happiest day of her life.

Except for the fact that it wasn't Wanda who asked her. But Layla.

"Bruce said single normies asked the ones they like to be their partner during Yule celebration. So, I'm asking you to be mine," Layla explained.

Y/n forgot how to think. She looked behind Layla and saw Wanda with Pietro finally coming out of her tent, looking worried as they still discussed in whispers.

"I don't know, Layla," Y/n finally answered. "I'm not really that much good of a companion."

"That's okay," Layla insisted. "You don't have to do anything. You just have to be there."

Y/n kept on looking at Wanda, torn between saying yes and asking Wanda to be hers instead. Wanda, who was set to be married, for Pete's sake, she reminded herself.

Speaking of the devil, as if perfect timing, Vision made an appearance by hugging Wanda behind the back. Wanda seemed agitated, pushing the man off her. But the man only laughed. Y/n thought if they had a fight or something, but when Vision gave her a bouquet of flowers, something inside her hurt.

So when Y/n turned back to Layla, she nodded with a forced smile. "Yeah, sure. I mean, what's the worse that could happen, right?"

Layla was ecstatic, not expecting the normie to say yes. She giddily jumped, pressing a small kiss on Y/n's cheek before she left, surprising the latter.

MEANWHILE, Wanda couldn't seem to get away from the one man she'd wanted to disappear in her life.

"Campers here say that when you're courting someone, they have to give them flowers," Vision went on, pushing the bouquet unto Wanda's hands. "And I'm formally asking you to be my other half to the Yule, as well."

Wanda almost couldn't stomach the disgust she felt at the moment. She knew about the Yule. It was all she heard about from her peers during dinner and breakfast. "You've got to be messing with me right now."

"Wanda, I'm serious. You're single. I'm single, and the best male witch there is in town," he paused when he noticed Pietro scoff. "You've got to give me a chance."

"No, La', na, óxi, what other languages of no don't you understand?"

"I will make the night memorable—"

"It will be the night I want to forget if you're my other half—"

"So is that a yes?"

"What?! No!"

Pietro could only laugh at their interaction and the poor effort Vision was making.

Wanda had no desire to go and celebrate a normie's event, not when she wanted to know what the prophecy meant. She shared it with Pietro, of course. But even he didn't know what it meant. Althought he'd told her something that made her grow wary, that he felt like he'd been watched in the camp.

Wanda had considered it too. Was there a traitor amongst them? Or they were just letting the words from the prophecy affect them that much, making them paranoid against humans?

COME YULE night, Wanda was already buried in more books searching for more meaning about the prophecy. Pietro invited her some time earlier to give it a rest for a while, even when it's the last thing she wanted to do.

But it wouldn't hurt just to stretch her legs and take a glance on what the celebration was all about. It wasn't Wanda's first Yule. When she and her brother pretended to appear human as they lived throughout the years, they had become accustomed as to how the event was celebrated. But she'd never experienced it firsthand, always reasoning that she'd rather sleep through the feast or she had a stomachache.

A small smile formed in Wanda's face, her heart swelling at the sight. The camp looked lively filled with exuberant energy and excitement she hadn't seen since staying here. Campers danced and sang around the fire burning the hugest log she had ever seen being sacrificed to burn. It could last until the middle of the day or probably late in the afternoon the following day. Everyone, humans and witches, looked happy, as if nothing happened these past few days. Everyone just danced and sang at the top of their voice and had the time of their lives, trusting that the noise they're creating wouldn't give away the location of the camp. She even recognized the songs they were singing and dancing along to, finding her body swaying with the tunes.

Wanda felt happy, forgetting the prophecy for a moment. Maybe she was just being paranoid. A crowd like this wouldn't betray their kind.

Until her eyes landed on Y/n and Layla. Layla, who had her arms looped around Y/n's neck as they jumped and danced to the song. Y/n who was grinning wide as she laughed and danced with the other, all while her hands were placed on Layla's waist.

All the happiness inside Wanda drained in an instant, as if she was punctured a hole so big, she deflated with nothing but misery left. It didn't help when her eyes drifted to Pietro who was also having the best time of his life with someone she recognized they met from Steve's camp, Monica.

When the song finally ended, Y/n and Layla laughed at each other before the latter moved away to get some drinks. That's when Y/n's eyes met Wanda's gaze.

Wanda could tell she herself must be glaring because the smile on Y/n's face suddenly disappeared, turning into a frown.

Wanda couldn't breathe and she didn't know why. She just knew she needed to get away from there as fast as she could.

The witch just didn't expect to be followed by the one person she was avoiding.

"Wanda, hey!" Y/n called.

Damn, for someone so human, Y/n was fast.

Wanda almost slipped due to a root she didn't notice protruding from the ground. The incident made Y/n reached her deep into the woods.

"Wands, what's wrong? Did something happen?"

Wanda wanted to hurt Y/n for hurting her. It wasn't even making sense. She knew Y/n did nothing to physically hurt her, but for the pain she was feeling at the moment, she might as well be stabbed in the heart.

The concern clearly showing on the human's face made Wanda even more furious than before. "What's the matter?"

"What's the matter?" Wanda made a bitter laugh. "Clearly, you have no idea how your actions affect others."

Y/n's brow furrowed in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

Wanda let out a ragged breath, before shaking her head and stepped away. "You have to go back if you don't want Layla missing you."

Y/n scoffed as she stood her ground but she didn't make any movement to follow the witch. "I don't get why you're mad with Layla. It's not like I'm doing anything forbidden with her."

Wanda stopped as she turned back to glare at Y/n. "What? Are you kidding with me? What do you think we're doing here, Y/n? Those nights we spent together?"

Y/n licked her lips nervously, as if caught in the act. What did Wanda expect anyway? She knew Y/n was a flirt right from the start. "You're one of my close friends, second best to Yelena—"

It triggered an explosion inside Wanda's head. "So you're telling me you do all of these things with Yelena too? Hold hands and talk about the stars in the sky and whatnot?"

"What? No, that's not what I meant—"

"Then why the hell are you not seeing this thing between us?"

"There's nothing between us," Y/n said. "We're just friends. And in case you didn't notice, you were avoiding me these past few days too."

A pause. Unbearable one.

Wanda felt almost close to tears but she didn't let her emotions get to her. "Friends don't do what we do, Y/n. Friends don't hold hands for a long time or lay on the ground in the middle of the night talking about the night sky and everything else. Friends don't stare at each other's eyes and say they had never seen such beautiful ones."

"Wanda—"

"I get it now. You're really actually a flirt, a vile lecherous woman, because you think when you can finally get under my chemise, this will all be over, am I wrong, huh?"

Y/n cornered Wanda against a trunk of a tree. The distance between them made the witch harder to breathe. "How dare you—"

"What? Cause it's true?" she challenged, staring her right in the eye.

Y/n answered in a low angry voice. "You don't know how much I want you that it hurts just to see you and not being able to do the things I wanted to do with you."

Wanda's eyes widened upon the admission, yet the frustration was too much.

"Was I playing too hard to get then, Y/n? That you don't want to chase me anymore—"

"Stop making fun of my feelings—"

"Feelings? What are we? Twelve? You're a sick and proud womanizer—"

"You're a—an attention seeker!"

Wanda scoffed. "You're a whore! A whore whose needs will never be satisfied by a single woman alone!"

Y/n clutched the front of Wanda's tunic. "Take that back! You take that back!"

"Why would I when it's true?"

"I'm not a whore nor a philanderer nor whatever you think I am. You . . . you are more than a witch, you're a deceitful trickster, playing with people's feelings as if we're nothing but mere puppets."

"Ugh! You're so infuriating!"

Wanda pushed herself against Y/n as she pressed their lips together. It was chaos. Deprived mouths drank each other, thirsty for so long. Tongues fighting, teeth clashing against each other, as if proper etiquette was thrown out through the window. Hungry hands grabbing, groping, caressing skin to skin, desperate to touch one another.

Wanda had no idea it was a wonderful feeling — to be kissed by Y/n and to kiss her. Tasting her. Memorizing the softness of her lips. The touch of Y/n's hands against the bare skin between Wanda's trousers and tunic. The warmth from their bodies pressed against each other as Y/n deepened the kiss and pushed her back against the tree.

When Y/n slotted her leg between hers, Wanda couldn't stop a moan from coming out of her mouth.

This made Y/n stop and pull away, realizing what was happening. She shook her head as she muttered small Nos between them.

Wanda walked towards her, her lips swollen and red from kissing. She reached out for the human, yet the human only stepped back further away from her. "Y/n—"

"Wanda, I can't. I can't do this."

"What?" Wanda couldn't get ahold of her feelings any longer. She just wanted to turn back the time, back to finishing what they started against the tree trunk.

Y/n continued. "I can't . . . It's . . . This, whatever this is called, may be normal with you witches, but not me, Wanda. I can't. It's a common misconception too, you know. Some humans want this. I—I just don't."

Confusion settled in, overpowering the lust Wanda felt for Y/n. "What are you talking about?"

Y/n sighed. When tears started brimming in her eyes, Wanda softened. She cautiously approached the human.

"You've already got Vision, Wanda. And it pains me that I can never ever have you like that."

Wanda let out a shaky breath. Y/n quickly wiped a tear from her eyes, as if embarrassed.

"Is this what this was all about? The tension? The hesitations?" Wanda chuckled like crazy into the air.

"Hey, don't laugh at my misfortune." Y/n's strong attitude resurfaced.

Wanda then looked at Y/n, and she couldn't help but feel intense feelings more than before.

"Wanda, I . . . I want you all to myself. But I don't want to be the reason to break your marriage with him. Even when everytime I see you two together, I might have wished myself to be dead. I can't even understand what you see in him. And how you couldn't see how awful he is."

Wanda stepped towards her. "And what do you think should be the one for me?"

Y/n didn't step back. The closer they got, her heart seemed to stop beating. "Someone who looks at you like you're the moon and the stars. Someone who cares about you the way Venus selflessly cared about that hunter. Someone who loves and adores you truly."

Wanda's eyes brim with happy tears as she stopped an inch. She chuckled softly. "For someone so skilled at archery, you have got to suck at catching signs."

"What?"

Wanda grabbed the collar of Y/n's tunic as she pulled her face towards her, the other hand cupping her cheek. Her thumb wiped the wetness from Y/n's tears.

Wanda looked at Y/n with her piercing green eyes, and the gaze never broke.

"I don't know where you heard that silly rumor about me and Vision," Wanda explained. "I also don't know how you could think I'd ever involve myself with that man. But Vision and I are nothing more than mere acquaintances, Y/n."

Y/n's eyes widened in surprise. "You're not together?"

Wanda smiled as she nodded. "We're not together." Her eyes then drifted to Y/n's mouth as she leaned forward. "It's you that I want."

Then she closed the distance between them.

MONICA stepped out of Pietro's tent some time later. It was almost dawn yet the place looked dead from the late celebration last night. Monica appeared to be waiting for something as she stood behind the tent, immobile while watching the stars. But it wasn't the stars she was looking at.

A crow suddenly landed on her forearm as she smiled. She whispered something inaudible into the crow before it flew away back into the sky.

The sun might not shine another day on the camp anymore.

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Author's note:

I sincerely apologize for not being able to update regularly. I haven't been in a good place these past few weeks. But still, thank you for reading my story and for waiting too long. :)

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californiannostalgia · 2 years

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Things They Could've Done Differently in Doctor Strange: Multiverse of Madness

A list of ideas, in no particular order

*SPOILERS FOR MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS*

1. Give Benedict Cumberbatch a Monologue to Act with (bonus points if it's about the million bad endings he had to sort through to find the Endgame option): Instead of a short convo in the benches, have the doctor who got dusted come up to Stephen at the afterparty of the wedding. In fact, have several people ask for his autograph or talk to him like he’s a celebrity beforehand, casually questioning him about the biggest call he made with the fate of the universe. When the past colleague questions the validity of his choice, maybe Stephen gets fed up, and the conversation goes something like this:

Doctor Colleague: What if you’d done [ ] before― Stephen: Nope, wouldn’t have worked, [ ] and [ ] goes off too soon, shit gets blown up, everyone dies, try again― Doctor Colleague: Then what if you’d [ ]― Stephen: Again, no, [ ] and [ ] means [ ], everyone dies! Doctor Colleague: But what if― Stephen: No, no, it doesn’t work! I looked through a million other choices we could’ve made, and we lost every single time. You think I made that call based on, what, personal preference? I saw the universe die more times than you can fathom, I saw galaxies crumble, why does everyone think― My opinion had no sway in the decision I made. I made the only choice I was supposed to. (etc.)

2. Show at least one way Stephen's disability impacts his daily life: Maybe his hands shake too much to steadily hold a glass. Maybe he can't get a key in the lock at the first try. It's either his hands or his magic, and Stephen chose magic. Show us the consequences.

3. I feel like the scariest villain should've been an Alternate Strange: We can keep the creepy chase scenes and all the emotional scenes with Wanda, Elizabeth Olsen’s performance was phenomenal and I love her. But everyone was talking about how Stephen has the potential for great evil. I feel like we should’ve gotten payoff on that.

4. At least One Alternate Christine should die in front of Stephen: I loved what they did in What If (tv series), we should’ve gotten to see Stephen’s grief on live-action too. Especially since it creates a direct parallel between him and Wanda. (They each only have the one love interest over countless timelines, yet they still can’t hold onto them, huh. Cruel fate.)

5. Elaborate on the Scarlet Witch Prophecy Thing: We needed a set-up of the prophecy in the movie before the actual reveal of the temple.

6. Wanda destroys the Big Bad Strange's universe (fulfilling the Prophecy―no one said anything about which universe) and seals the both of them in eternal combat: This feels like a better idea than what happened in the movie. Also it’s a cool parallel with an Alternate Stephen from the What If series.

7. More dreams about Alternate Stephens Fucking Up: Stephen should’ve just been constantly dreaming about instances where he makes the wrong choice and destroys the world. Drill it into his head that if he strays from the path, the world is done for.

8. Let Stephen complain about how apparently the only path for him is the straight and narrow one: If divergence from the Path guarantees certain destruction of the world by his own hand, how much freedom does he truly have? Show us what's so special about this superhero who sees everything that could go wrong with him every night he dreams, then wakes up to not do those things. He's tempted, he's afraid, and he Chooses not to do wrong.

9. Put more focus on Stephen giving Wanda a Second Chance: If he fucks up, it spells the end of universes, so he Can't fuck up; he has that pressure on him. But Wanda's fuck-ups don't automatically destroy universes. Wanda's fuck-ups can be recovered from. Let Stephen give Wanda what he will never be able to have across so many thousands of timelines: a second chance after a grief-stricken fuck-up. Trust her to help him fight the Big Bad Evil Strange.

10. Let Stephen snark and whine about his difficult life and still unfailingly do the Right Thing: We must remember that he is a smartass. Maybe he still gets jealous of practicing surgeons. Maybe he gives life-saving advice to doctors of alternate dimensions who are trying to save an Alternate Christine, whilst wishing he could do the operation himself. Let him complain about how everyone is hounding him about Turning Evil all the time. He rolls with the punches, accepts the madness that his life has become and the hard choices that are asked of him, but he can still complain about them all the way.

(I'm just choosing to focus on the two main characters here. I think a lot of the side characters deserved to be written better, but elaborating on that would make this post really long.)

TL;DR: Stephen and Wanda are characters with so much potential. They’ve got backstory, they’re morally complex, they’re uber-powerful and nigh impossible to keep in check. The only one that can stop them is themselves, apparently. Isn’t that interesting? Morality, power, corruption, accountability, grief, and sacrifice. When you’re faced with the physical manifestation of your choices, right or wrong, how do you grapple with the consequences?

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supercap2319 · 1 year

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"Ikaris, if I ask you a question. Do you promise to tell me the truth?" Y/N asked.

The Eternal looks at him and nods in confusion. "Yes, of course, Duckling. What's on your mind?"

Y/N sighs as held onto the railing overlooking the streets of New York. He couldn't believe how he got here. How happy he was with Ikaris, but his story hadn't started out happy. He lost his parents and was subjugated to experiments by Hydra along with his siblings and given incredible powers to only realize how truly dangerous he actually was. Powers of an infinity stone and a spark of chaos magic made him one the most powerful and dangerous superhero in all of the multiverse.

"Did you know?"

"Did I know what?"

"Did you know about the prophecy of the Scarlet witch before we met? Did you know that the power I have could destroy the world? Or that Wanda would be driven insane by its dark promises?"

Ikaris turned Y/N's face to look at his as he nodded slowly. "I did. I knew that eons ago, the first demon, Chthon, carved his dark magic into a tomb on Mount Wundagore. Prophesizing the arrival of the Scarlet witch and others like her. But Chthon is older than the Eternals. Younger than Arishem. But during all our time on earth there was never a man or a woman that fulfilled that prophecy. So, Arishem never had to worry about anyone interfering with his plans for Celestials to rise. Until you, your sister, and your nephew were born."

"So, why didn't you just kill me?" Y/N asked him.

"Because I couldn't. Because I believe that you're incapable of harming anyone that doesn't deserve it. Even if I wanted to, do you really think that I have the power to kill you? You, the person who could rewrite reality just by sneezing?" Ikaris told him.

"Well, I don't think I can do that just yet, but even if I could, I wouldn't need to. Everything that I want is right in front of me."

"You really mean that?" Ikaris asked.

"I do. I love you, Ikaris Madden. Or should I say, Ike Harris."

Ikaris smiled and leaned down to kiss him as they were both unaware that Y/N glowed a darkened red and Ikaris was glowing a shiny gold.

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falcqns · 2 years

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𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 (𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐦)

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Wanda Maximoff x variant!teen!daughter!Reader

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: in your original reality, you'd lost your mom. your only saving grace was that the multiverse was real, and there was a reality out there where you and your mom were safe and happy, and you were going to find that reality, no matter what it takes.

✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Dr Strange Multiverse of Madness spoilers, reality shifting but not really, M.O.M. fix it fic, fluff and angst with a happy ending, sorta permashifting, mentions of miscarriage, foster care, me making up a legend/prophecy, murder,

✰ 𝐚/𝐧: thank you for reading! there is a name mentioned, Caelestia, but that is not the reader's name! it's her 'witch' name, like Wanda's with name is the Scarlet Witch, if that makes sense!

to who ever reads this: don't bother asking for a part two, you won't get it. i am the owner of this fic, and this blog, and I, and only I, will decided what fic gets a part two and when. respect me and my wishes or get off my blog. thanks!

don't forget to read and reblog, and i do not give permission for my works to be posted anywhere other than tumblr. thank you.

you looked down at your notebook that held your shifting script. you were slowly losing hope. you'd tried every night for the past 8 months to shift, and you'd been unsuccessful, but you knew you couldn't give up. you needed your mom back, and you were going to get to her, no matter what.

"one more try," you thought to yourself, putting the book down and sliding in bed. you turned on your favourite shifting subliminal, and closed your eyes, trying to focus your breathing, and disconnect from your reality. before you could, however, a colossal boom echoed through your basement apartment, a bright blue light shocking you awake.

you jolted up, looking up at the star shaped portal hole that had opened in your bedroom, a young girl with short brownish black hair wearing a jean jacket with the american flag on it, standing in the middle.

"what the-" you said, sitting bolt upright in bed. "who-who are-" you stuttered, but the girl stepped out of the blue portal and approached you.

"are you Y/N Maximoff?" she asked, and you nodded, too in shock to use your voice. "good. you need to come with me." she said, walking back towards the portal.

you remained on your bed, unable to move. when the other girl realized you weren't moving, she turned to face you. she sighed, seeing you utterly confused. "look," she reasoned. "come with me or don't. i can't make you do anything, but if you don't come with me it's only a matter of time before she comes here." she said, and hearing the desperation in your voice, you stood up, and walked to stand beside her, before following her through the star shaped portal.

your stomach churned as you stepped through the portal, and into what looked like Kamar Taj. the young girl followed you through, and with a loud noise, the portal shut behind her.

"where am i?" you asked, apprehensively.

the girl, who was wearing a jean jacket with what looked like an american flag painted on it, looked at you confused. "Kamar Taj?" she said, but it sounded more like a question. "is there a Kamar Taj in your universe?" she asked.

you nodded. "well, yeah, but it's been long destroyed. where am i?" you asked again, and looked around you. "wait, did you say 'your universe?'" you asked. "am i in a d-"

"different universe? yeah." a deeper voice echoed from behind you, a voice that you remembered.

"Strange?" you said and flipped around, anger growing in your stomach.

"Maximoff. it seems that you know who I am. that makes things considerably easier."

"yeah, we do," you snapped at him, glaring him down, and trying to keep your powers under control. you hadn't quite mastered control yet. you and your mom were working on it until the incident. "you killed my mother." you growled, before remembering that this was a different universe, so different Strange. "or, my universes you killed her."

Strange sighed, looking down. he squeezed his eyes shut, before looking back up at him. "look, kid." he said. "i don't know what happened in your universe, or what I did in that universe, but in this universe, your mother is alive, and well." he said, and you felt your anger disappear instantly.

this was your chance. this was your chance to see your mom again, to live the life the both of you deserve, the life that was ripped from your hands by the man standing in front of you.

"w-what?" you asked, tears welling up in your eyes. "she's alive? can-can i see her?" you stuttered, eyes flicking between the teen and Strange.

"she's on her way," Strange said, but you could sense the hesitation. there was something he wasn't telling you, something important.

you crossed your arms, your eyebrows raising. "what aren't you telling me?" you asked, and Strange cleared his throat, looking down once more.

before either you or Strange could speak again, Wong entered, and finished Strange's sentence for him.

"she's coming here to kill America." Wong stated.

you furrowed your brow, confused. America? your mom was trying to kill the entire continent? while that made sense to you (she'd never fully adjusted to America), it also didn't. your mom wasn't that stupid.

"who's-" you started, before the teen behind you interrupted.

"I'm America."

oh. America is a girl.

'oh shit,' you thought to yourself. 'mama's trying to kill a kid.'

"Wh-" you began to say, but she cut you off.

"she's trying to kill me and take my powers."

you flipped to look at America.

"why? she has her own powers, right? like from HYDRA, from Strucker? powers that look like this?" you said and lifted your hand, forming a small energy ball with your powers.

America's eyes widened, fear forming on her face. "y-yeah, just like that."

you made the energy ball disappear, and dropped your hand. from the look on America's face, she'd clearly had an experience with witches that didn't go well.

"she wants to take America's powers to reunite with her children."

"children?" you interrupted.

"Billy and Tommy," Wong said.

"she had the twins?" you asked, tears rimming in your eyes once more.

"did she not..." Strange asked, but not finishing his question.

you shook your head, blinking rapidly, and swallowing, trying to not cry. "no. she didn't. because you killed her." you said, trying to keep the venom out of your voice, knowing the Strange in front of you didn't take your mom's life. "she was pregnant, with twins. two boys." you said, sniffling as your emotions tried to overflow.

"their names were going to be Billy and Tommy." you whispered, thinking of your younger siblings you only held once, when they were cold and lifeless, and so so small. "and then you killed her. they tried to save the babies, they really tried. but nothing could be done. they weren't far enough along, and as soon as mama's heart stopped, so did theirs."

Strange turned, and ran his hand down his face. he took a deep breath, before turning back, with actual regret in his eyes. "y/n, i am so sorry."

you shook your head. "it's not your apology to give. it was you, but it wasn't you." you explained. you sniffled, wiped your eyes on your sleeve, and forced a fake smile. "it's in the past." you assured, before looking at Wong.

"what do you need me to do?" you asked, and Wong gave you a smile.

"we were hoping your presence would help Wanda come to her senses. she's got the Darkhold, and it is poisoning her mind." he explained. "if we don't get her to stop, it becomes a choice between America, and your mother, and no one should have to make that choice."

you went to answer, before something caught your eyes outside, over the courtyard. you turned your head, and saw a red dot, growing larger in the sky.

"she's here," America said, fear in her voice.

"i'll do what I can." you explained.

"all of this, for a child you met yesterday?" Wanda asked as Stephen slowed to a stop in front of her.

"Wanda, you are justifiably angry," Strange said, as he was face to face with Wanda, hovering high above Kamar Taj. "you've had to make terrible sacrifices."

"I blew a hole through the head of the man I loved." Wanda stated, her voice shaking. "and it meant, nothing. do not speak to me of sacrifice, Stephen Strange." you watched as she moved her hands down, using her powers to move closer to Strange. "if you give me what I want, I will send you to a world where you can be with Christine."

you watched from the ground as Strange backed up. "the full might of Kamar Taj stands against you." he stated, just as Wong instructed the students to take defensive positions. "do not dare to enter these sacred grounds." he stated firmly.

your eyes watered as you saw Wanda. your Mama. she was alive. it may not be the exact same Mama who gave birth to you and raised you, but it was still your Mama. you took a step forward. 'if i could just talk to her,' you thought to yourself. 'even if i can't stay with her, maybe i could change her mind.' but before you could even vocalize those thoughts to Wong, he shook his head.

"not yet. Strange has a plan."

you gave the sorcerer supreme a pleading look. "but Wong if i could just talk to her, i-"

"no, not yet. wait." he said, his head turning from you, back up to Strange and Wanda in the sky.

"you have no idea just how reasonable i've been."

Strange chuckled. "yeah, the Book of the Damned, calling yourself a witch, conjuring creatures to abduct a kid, i don't exactly call that being reasonable."

Wanda half smirked, her eyes still watery. "sending those creatures after her instead of myself was...mercy." she began. "and in spite of your...hypocrisies, and insults, i have begged you to safely get. out. of. my. way." she emphasized, firmly speaking to Strange. "you have exhausted my patience," she continued. "but i do hope you understand, that even now what's about to happen.

"this is me, being reasonable." she finished with a whisper.

"HOLD!" Wong shouted, before looking at you. "go," he said.

"what?" you asked, unsure what he meant.

"go! go to Strange!" he clarified. "the plan!"

you gulped, but nodded, and pointed your hands at the ground. but before you could take flight, Wanda aimed her powers at Strange, and a huge bang echoed through the air as it met the invisible shield.

Strange landed beside you a moment later, shaking his head. "forget it. didn't work."

Wanda flew to the side, and Wong yelled again.

"reinforce the shield!"

you watched as Wanda threw bursts of her powers at Kamar Taj, all of them being deflected by the shield. she aimed once more, but stopped, narrowing her eyes, and trying to enter the students minds.

"she's trying to get into their heads." Strange said, and Wong shouted once more.

"sorcerers, fortify your mind!"

nothing happened for a few moments, until a sorcerer with shoulder length curly hair dropped his shield, and ran in the opposite direction, knocking onto other sorcerers along the way.

the shield began to break up, a butterfly effect from the sorcerer running.

a hole formed in the shield, and Wanda shot her powers through it. the force of it hitting the ground threw you backwards, and into a pillar, knocking you out cold.

when you came to a few moments later, Wanda was still unleashing her anger and power on Kamar Taj. sorcerers were flying left and right, and energy balls were hitting the ground with immense force.

Strange and Wong called for everyone to take cover, just before Wanda landed, a loud boom rippling through the cement below you.

Strange and Wong seemed to forget about you, running inside after the students, but Strange came to his senses and stopped at the door.

"you want the girl, you'll have to go through me." he said.

she opened her mouth to respond, but you interjected, remembering what Wanda had in her possession.

"Mama, stop!" you shouted.

Wanda's head flipped towards you, confusion written on her face.

"y/n, this isn't-" Strange began but you shook your head.

"no, i can do this!" you insisted.

"she could hurt you," he said. "seriously hurt you."

"i have powers too, or did you forget?" you asked, and you felt Wanda's eyes focus in on you.

"who is this?" she demanded.

Stephen took his eyes off of you, and looked back at Wanda.

"answer my question, Stephen." she said, eerily calm.

he sighed, but answered her. "she is your daughter. your daughter from another universe. we thought she could talk you out of this, but you decimated Kamar Taj before-"

"i have a daughter?" Wanda asked, a tear rolling down her face.

Stephen nodded. "yes, Wanda, you do."

Wanda tilted her head to the side. "how does bringing my daughter, from another universe, help me to not leave this one? you brought me someone else's child, and expect me to stop?"

"i lost you." you said. you'd finally pulled yourself to your feet, holding onto the pillar for support. "the Strange from that universe, he killed her. he killed her, and my brothers." you said, sniffling as you were overcome with emotion once more.

"you have two options, Wanda." Stephen said, but Wanda didn't take her eyes off of you. "either leave, or I will be forced to have you meet the same fate as her mother."

"and what of y/n?" Wanda asked, finally turning back to Stephen. "no mother, no brothers, no family. i leave here, what happens to her?"

"that is up to her." Strange replied, looking at you. "it's your choice kid. you can stay, or you can go back."

"i don't have anyone." you said quietly. "no family, no friends. i'm in foster care, and i'm constantly moving around. my belongings consist of a garbage bag full of clothes and books." you explained. "it's not a hard choice." you looked at Wanda. "i want to stay."

"well, there-" Stephen began, but you cut him off.

"if i get to stay with her." you finished, and Stephen looked at you, alarmed.

"no, y/n, you can't."

"why not?" you demanded.

"y/n, she's deranged and dangerous. you know the legend of the Scarlet Witch, it is her destiny to destroy the world."

you chuckled. "what about Caelestia, her daughter? do you know her legend, her prophecy?"

"can't say I have." he responded, and you laughed.

"so you read my mother's prophecy, written by Chthon himself, but you don't bother to read mine?" you asked, amused. typical Strange.

"look, kid, it's not like i have the most recent edition of the Darkhold just lying around to read whenever i please."

before you answered, a whooshing sound was heard, and the Darkhold appeared in front of Wanda. she flipped through the pages, but before she could find what she was looking for, you began to speak.

"Caelestia, first and only daughter of the Scarlet Witch. unbound by factions and invocation, but outcast. Come will the day that her true power will be known, a seed which will not sprout but burst into flame. it shall be then, when the lost scarlet falls away, revealing it's true form, that Caelestia, the exiled one, will bring forth a calm, and a unity." you recited.

"i am meant to be with her, i can see that now." you said. "i never knew what it meant when i was younger, neither did she." you said, looking at Wanda. "i was brought into my world to save her. just as my mother sacrificed her life for mine."

you turned to Wanda, who was looking at you. her head was tilted slightly, and tears rimmed her eyes. "Mama, i know you're hurting, believe me, i do." you said. "i know what it feels like, to remembering holding the boys in your arms, and be painfully reminded that you don't have them. but killing America and taking her powers won't make that pain go away."

"you don't know that."

"i do. what do you think happened to my universes Strange after he killed my mother? do you think i let him walk away?" you asked, walking closer to her. "of course i didn't. he took my mother, he took you, away from me. i wanted him to fix it, to bring her back, but he couldn't. i thought ending his life would make me feel better, but it didn't. it changed nothing."

"but i'm not just killing her."

"i know that, Mama. you're going to take her powers. i did that too; it's not worth it. think of our powers like a book character in a series. when you take another's powers, it's not like when you read a different book, not from that series. it doesn't give you a secondary power that you can switch between whenever you want. it's like reading a book within that original series. the second book in a series makes the main character stronger, their journey stronger. taking another's power gives us just that, more power. it melts and warps that new power into our own, adding it to our existing power. by killing America and taking her power, the only thing that will change is your strength. you won't be able to travel universes like her." you explained, hesitantly making your way towards her.

"but the boys, i-" she said, a tear running down her cheek.

"i lost them too." you said. "hours after i lost you. we've both lost them, but by you walking away, and me being with you, we're fulfilling a prophecy." you explained. you came to a stop in front of her, and looked her in the eyes.

"Mama, i know you. you're hurting. the world hasn't been kind to you. they've treated you like the villain, like an object. but these thoughts inside your head aren't yours. they are the Darkhold's. they are Chthon's. he said you were destined to destroy the world, but you don't have to. by fulfilling my prophecy, we'll be proving yours wrong. proving him wrong. you're a good person, Mama, i know you are. you can be a Mama again." you said, and Wanda sniffled, dropping the Darkhold.

"h-how?" she asked. "i didn't give birth to you, i could never give you what you need, or deserve."

"yes you can," you expressed, meeting her eyes. "you lost your children, i lost my mom. but my mother was you, so i am your daughter, and you are my mother. you, Mama, are all i need. i need my Mama." you whispered, swallowing the lump in your throat. "don't send me back, Mama." you asked, tears flowing from your eyes.

you looked down, and held back the sob that was fighting it's way out of your throat. you felt arms wrap around you, and you head rested on a warm chest.

"never." Wanda whispered. "you're all i need too, i think. i won't send you back. i'll be your Mama."

"Wanda, this isn't like in Westview. she isn't going to age up when it is convenient for you. she is her own person, with her own feelings, personality, and power. this isn't a fantasy, this is real life. are you sure you're ready for that?" Stephen asked, and Wanda looked up at the sorcerer.

"yes. she is my daughter, and i need to protect her." she said. "thank you, for bringing her to me. i don't know what i would have done if she didn't talk sense into me."

"you would have killed me, for starters," America said, from behind Stephen, a smirk on her face.

"i am sorry, America. i know that doesn't make up for what i did, but-"

"no, don't. don't apologize," America said. "there's no need. i lost my mothers too, i know how it feels to lose someone that important. just-" she said. "don't try to kill me again, and we can just forget this ever happened."

Wanda nodded. "agreed." she turned to Wong. "can i take my daughter home now?" she asked, and Wong nodded.

"of course, Miss Maximoff. thank you for making the right decision." he said, and Wanda nodded to you.

"i couldn't have done it if it wasn't for her." she said with a smile.

"i'll work on the lunch box," Strange said from behind you. "and i promise to not kill you." he finished with a smile.

Wanda didn't respond, she just smiled. she turned, and after pressing a kiss to your hair, the two of you were flying into the sunset.

6 months later

you were sat on the floor, trying to undo the knot in your Air Forces. "Блядь," you whispered, before giving up and using your powers to untie them. the laces finally untied, and you were able to slip them onto your feet. you retied them, without double knotting them this time, and stood up. (fuck)

after another glance in the mirror at your outfit, you grabbed your backpack off of the bed, and headed down stairs for breakfast.

you dropped your bag off at the front door, before heading into the kitchen. as you entered the kitchen, you were greeted by a ceramic plate crashing into your head.

"ой!" you exclaimed rubbing your forehead before looking at your mother. "you and your flying saucers," you said, and she looked back at you with a smirk on her face, before walking over. (ouch!)

"i'm sorry, малышка." she said, kissing your forehead. "i had my back turned and didn't hear you come in." (babygirl)

"все в порядке, мама," you said, giving her a smile. "what's for breakfast?" (it's okay, mama)

"your favourite," she said, as you sat down at the table. you smiled, thanked her, and dug in.

(Wanda POV)

Wanda watched as you ate your breakfast eagerly. the both of you had come so far since that day at Kamar Taj. with the help of Stephen, you were enrolled in school, and had fully settled into life on Earth 616. you'd formed a close friendship with America, and to her slight dismay, Peter Parker. you'd helped her immensely. she felt content, and happier than she can ever remember being.

she was a mother. yes, she didn't have her boys, but she had you, her daughter. the daughter who came from another universe to save her, and she thanked the gods every day that Strange and Wong brought you here.

"can America come over after school? we have Kamala's birthday party tonight but Stephen can't pick her up until after the party." you asked from the table, taking a sip of orange juice as you looked down at your phone.

"of course," Wanda replied, with a smile. she had worried that her past would hinder your ability to make friends, but it seemed you had no issues with that, other than the fact that all of your friends seemed to have powers. but, you'd told her that it didn't bother you.

'it just means i don't have to hide who i truly am, Mama,' you'd justified to her, and then let the guilty thoughts go. "are you guys going to be here for dinner?"

you nodded, putting your phone down. you stood up, grabbed your plate, and placed it in the sink. "yeah, the party doesn't start until 7."

Wanda nodded, just as her alarm went off on her own phone.

"дерьмо," Wanda said. "we gotta go, baby, or we're gonna be late." (shit)

you nodded, grabbed your phone off the counter, and followed Wanda into the entryway. the two of you got ready quickly, and you grabbed your backpack.

Wanda looked at your outfit. "are you going to be warm enough in that?" she asked, and you nodded.

"yeah, Mama." you said exasperatedly. she raised her eyebrows, and watched in amusement as you sighed, but opened the closet and grabbed your coat out of it. "but i will take my coat if it makes you happy."

Wanda opened the door, and you walked out. "it does, малышка, thank you." she said, and shut the door behind her. (babygirl)

she shook her head, amused, as she watched you walk towards the car. even when you were sassy, she couldn't be more thankful for you.

#wanda fluff #wanda x you #wanda maximoff #wanda fanfic #wanda x y/n #wanda maximommy #wanda mcu #wanda imagine #scarlet witch #the scarlet witch #wandavision #wanda maximov #wanda maximoff deserves better #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximilf #wanda maximoff x daughter!reader #wanda maximoff x teen!reader #wanda maximoff x child!reader

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immortalarizona · 9 months

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“This is chaos magic, Wanda. And that makes you the Scarlet Witch.”

— Agatha Harkness

a sketch showcasing my Wanda design!! credit to @adorkastock for the pose reference used :)

below the cut is a full breakdown of my design, including its evolution, my thought process, and other unposted drawings relating to this project, so read on if you’re interested!!

okay, so real talk, I first decided I wanted to make my own Wanda design because I Could Not be bothered to keep looking up refs for whatever tf is going on with her mcu costume bodice. I mean, look at this:

I mean, maybe it looks okay onscreen, but there’s so many fiddly little details, especially around the collar, and it was just a pain to draw whenever I would draw my Wanda. and okay I’ll be real I also wanted to distance my Wanda from the whitewashed Wendy version of her, because I Do What I Want. and also, the dullness of the reds did not spark joy within my heart. she’s the Scarlet Witch, people, not the Vaguely Maroon Witch!!

and I fell in love with the Kevin Wada design when I first saw it. it’s gorgeous, it’s sleek, it’s witchy, and it’s significantly less frustrating to draw!!

so for a while, I drew my Wanda in a variation of this fit, blended with some of my own touches (a high ponytail + an occasional choker) and a few of the things I did like from her mcu fit (the crown + the half skirt thingamabob + the long cape). but I was still feeling :/ about it, mainly because while the off-the-shoulder design looks lovely, I found it tricky to draw whenever Wanda would raise her hands above her head. exhibit a below:

behold, the sketch for an old drawing I never finished!! and I know artists smarter than me have figured out How The Sleeves, because some comics even today still use this design, but I only have so many brain cells to spend, and I felt like simplifying things for myself even further.

that was when Russell Dauterman’s design for the 2022 Hellfire Gala dropped. and I went FERAL.

it’s gorgeous!! it’s stunning!! high collars my beloved!! so I took the collar design and ran with it for my own design.

behold, a janky rendition of my costume design in the crappy colored pencils provided to us during my fashion design class!! I know, I know, the coloring looks atrocious, but I was working with what I had. now, you may have already noticed some elements not present in any of the designs I cited as my influences. let’s talk about those!!

the sleeves are split from the main bodice as gloves: this was for my own sanity, haha. it was a construction my smol lizard brain could comprehend and work with much better than Whatever is going on with the comics designs.

the red portion of the gloves tapers in kind of a V design rather than cutting off at the fingers: personally, I felt like this accentuated the elegant flow of all the hand gestures Wanda makes when using her powers better than the classic fingerless design, or whatever thumb strap thingy was going on with her MoM costume.

where’d the design for her cloak clasp come from?: now we all know that tumblr’s pixel budget is next to nil, but if you zoom in, you’ll notice that the clasp of Wanda’s cloak is not her M crown design, but rather a golden kinda coffin-shaped thingy. see, I saw this one theory that this hex shape in Wanda’s mcu bodice was an homage to Vision and the Mind Stone, and I liked that theory, so I referenced it with a hex-shaped clasp.

and the runes on her bodice and skirt?: I actually referenced the Enochian font for those!! according to wikipedia, it’s said to be the language of angels, which feels appropriate for a character as tied to cosmic powers as Wanda. also, real talk, it just looks cool. the script on her bodice originally said “not born, forged,” in reference to the Darkhold’s Scarlet Witch prophecy, but it’s become truncated as the bodice has become shorter to accommodate a more high-waisted structure, which I personally believe to be more flattering in general. I added the runes pretty late in the design process to her skirt to tie the whole fit together visually. from an in-universe perspective, I like to think of the writing as Chthon visually marking Wanda as his creation. his witch.

why does Wanda have a high ponytail when she’s never had one in her most recognizable incarnations?: because a) I do what I want, and b) Alba Flores looks STUNNING in a high ponytail.

and let it never be said that I am not fruity as all heck about Wanda Maximoff <3

so there you have it, a Wanda design that I think is as beautiful, regal, and magical as she is, not to mention one that I can draw repeatedly without having to immediately reach for my phone to Yet Again look up references for how the heck the bodice works.

(and really, it only seemed fitting that the Scarlet Witch of Earth-19384 should receive her own unique design.)

#ari does art #long post #mcu #scarlet witch #wanda maximoff #alba flores as wanda maximoff #costume design #earth-19384 #marvel #artists on tumblr

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nickfowlerrr · 2 years

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you can’t.

pairing: soft!dark bucky barnes x virgin!witch reader

warnings: 18+ only. noncon/dubcon, smut, pet names, talks of blood, talks of rituals and sacrifices, loss of virginity, crying, absolutely not canon. if i’ve missed anything please let me know!!

words: 4.9k

notes: canon? we don’t know her. this is my first attempt at a dark fic and it was absolutely inspired by that one episode of supernatural 💀 lol. i think i like this? and i hope you do too 💘 as always - feedback is both welcomed and appreciated!

This is a DARK fic!!! Please proceed with abundant caution.

“Here. You’ll need to take this,” Stark said as he handed you the vial that contained the black liquid. “Otherwise trying to go through with the sacrifice will send your powers into overdrive. They’ll do everything they can to keep you alive, which will inevitably end badly for anyone in close proximity to you.” It made sense. And you didn’t have any reason to think you would need your powers between then and now. You were safe. It was just you and Bucky at the compound tonight. Everyone else was either desperately trying to get a lead on Wanda or leaving to get things prepared for tomorrow night. So you took it and swallowed it down. It felt like blood sliding down your throat and the feeling served as a reminder that your story would end in blood. Just the way it started. Blood magic was powerful enough on its own - but blood magic being used by and running through a natural born witch - it was something else entirely. Your mother wasn’t a natural born- she was trained - forged. And when she had you, she didn’t know that you yourself were different. You had been born with magic being an innate ability, no forging required. But because your mother didn’t know, she had trained you in the most powerful magic she had known. Blood. It was a deeply intense form of magic and the power that it came with was unlike any of the other disciplines. You quickly became enchanted with the magic and it soon merged with your pure and natural abilities to create a form of magic unlike anything that had been seen before. The only force stronger than your own was that of the Scarlet Witch. You had heard stories of her from your mother. Of the myth that she was. And then you joined the Avengers and you met her. You quickly became close. Sharing your knowledge with each other, constantly trying to learn about your abilities. It was inevitable that you two would end up linked. After experimenting with blood magic bonding, you two had decided to try a spell. The bond you two naturally shared was like one of sisters, but the second you two enacted the spell it became more. It was like you could feel each other, and when you needed to find one another, you could. You could also transfer your magic through your blood bond, even call out to each other when you were in trouble. You knew one another like no one else. You were always there for one another. Until you weren’t. When Wanda lost everything, that included you. After the snap brought you back, you didn’t know what to do or where to go. You were weak - something had happened to you when you were snapped away, your mind was clouded and your powers seemingly depleted. Your blood bond with Wanda was apparently gone. It took you months to regain your powers and find your way back to the team. And by then, things had already gotten very much out of hand. Wanda had become, “a problem”, as Strange had put it. You and the team had spent the last four months trying to find her. And you all knew time was running out on Strange’s prophecy.

“You are the only one who would be able to stand a chance against her, Y/N. And only with blood magic. She is the Scarlet Witch. Anyone else going against her, it just wouldn’t be a fair fight. But you- using your magic- it might just even the playing field for us.”

You had thought your story would end in a fight. An all out battle with Wanda. There was no way you were going to win- you knew that. But you losing wasn’t the same as the team losing. If the team lost - the world lost. If you lost - well that distraction might be enough to edge closer to victory. The power you would unleash in death could very well be enough to pull off the impossible.

But with this ritual - you would know exactly where Wanda was. Exactly what she was doing. You would have the upper hand. This could be what you needed to get to Wanda before Strange’s prophecy could pass - before she went too far. If you could find her now - you could stop her without having to kill her. That was all that mattered to you. If you had to die so that the world could live, you were fine with that. And if you had to die so that Wanda could live, you would. She was like your sister. Of course you would. In a heartbeat. And so you were going to.

It called for a virgin sacrifice. Something you had chosen not to inform the team of until tonight - though you had suspected that Strange already knew. You were grateful that he respected you enough to let you disclose that information on your own. When you had finally told the team, they were, as you expected, adamantly against going through with it. After you explained your perspective, how giving yourself for the ritual could potentially save the entire world and Wanda herself - how your blood specifically could amplify the spell. This, your sacrifice, could save hundreds of thousands of lives. And though Steve and Bucky in particular were still against it, you had everyone else on your side. They didn’t all agree with your decision, but they respected it. Well, everyone but Bucky.

“Do you know how stupid this is? None of us know if this will work. We don’t know how far she’s gone. And even if she isn’t completely out of her mind when we find her, what makes any of you think she will listen to us now? Huh? She didn’t before,” Bucky had yelled at all of you.

“We weren’t there for her before.” You said sharply. “None of us. So we have to try. Because she deserves for us to try. Not just to save the world from her destruction - but to save her from herself. Her grief. It’s all she’s ever known and she deserves more than that. I won’t let her become the villain she’s been trying to fight her entire life -“

“And I won’t just let you kill yourself for her!” He shot back. All you could do was stare at him as his gaze bore into yours. Finally you tore your eyes away and looked to the ground.

“If this is what we have to do to get to her, then we’re gonna do it. I’ll do it.” You said, effectively making your point to everyone else in the room.

He still refused to have any part in getting the ritual done. Deciding instead to focus his efforts on trying to change your mind, because there was no way in hell he was going to lose you. And he knew it was selfish, but he couldn’t help but feel hurt that you would so willingly give your life away. As if you had nothing to live for. As if he meant nothing to you. And so his hurt twisted it’s way into rage as he continued to argue with you.

Even as half the team, being led by Steve, urgently went back to trying to discover any other way to find Wanda, any way to not have to go through with this ritual or at the very least to not make it fatal, and the other half led by Stark and Strange got to work getting all the other aspects of the ritual ready for the next night.

And so that’s how you found yourself left alone at the compound with a very upset Bucky. He was outraged, disgusted even, by the way everyone had seemed to let this go so easily. As if this wasn’t your life being given up. As if losing you wouldn’t be as tragic a loss as he knew it would be. And even after everyone had left, he didn’t back down in his argument. You two were going back and forth until you had finally had enough. You couldn’t keep letting him try and change your mind. A small part of you was afraid that maybe he just might. Of course you didn’t want to die. But you were willing to.

But with Bucky pleading with you not to do it, near begging you to not leave the team, to not leave him, you could feel your resolve starting to slip away. You needed to just get away.

“We’ll need you when we find her. And we can find her some other way, there has to be another way. If we get to her without you - it will have all been pointless anyway!” Bucky continued in his rant as you stood there, arms crossed and eyes narrowed. He was making this so much harder than it had to be.

“If this works, you won’t need me.”

“I will always need you, y/n.”

You knew he’d be upset but you really didn’t imagine the fight he would put up for this - for you.

When you had finally found your way back home, back to the team, you and Bucky grew close rather quickly. There was an instant attraction, a pull to one another. Bucky was always there for you. Always made you feel safe. Taken care of, even. But it never developed into anything more, Bucky wouldn’t let it. “He’s scared,” Steve had said to you one night after having a talk with Bucky. “He really likes you, y/n. He’s just scared. He’s lost a lot in his life, ya know?”

“I get it. I just .. I don’t know, it seems like he doesn’t think he deserves to be happy. In any aspect of his life. And I just hope he knows that, whether it includes me or not, he deserves his happy ending, too. I mean, we all do. You included,” you intoned as your elbow nudged his and you nodded your head in the direction of Nat who was in the kitchen making dinner.

“Yeah,” he pondered. “Yeah, we all do, don’t we.” He smiled as he looked to Nat, who had turned just in time to see him staring and gave him her signature smirk.

“What are you two talking about?” Bucky asked as he snuck up on you from behind the couch.

“How are you always so quiet?” You questioned in response as you tilted your head back to look up at him standing behind you.

“I’m gonna go help Nat out in the kitchen,” Steve said as he excused himself.

Bucky walked around and took his seat next to you. “I know you know I heard that little conversation.”

“I know you know I know you heard,” you smiled at him. “And I mean it. You do deserve to be happy.”

“Who says I’m not happy?” He asked with a light smile. You just looked at him and smiled a tight smile, pressing play on the movie you had all agreed on watching that night.

Yeah, you were happy, too. But man, you thought, we could be happier. Together.

But You had resigned to just being his friend, because that was enough if it had to be. If this was as far as Bucky was willing to take your relationship, then it was better than not having him at all, you thought. You didn’t know, truly, how deeply Bucky felt for you. How serious you were to him. You were everything and he just couldn’t risk ruining it and losing you. So he was trying his best to take things slow with you and not come on too strong.

This entire situation changed everything for him, though. He didn’t care about coming on too strong anymore, he just needed to get you to see that you couldn’t just go. He couldn’t let you give your life away. He couldn’t lose you.

“This is our shot, Bucky. And if Strange is right, I’m probably gonna die either way. So if I’m dying a virgin, I mean, at least it’ll be for a reason,” You tried to joke. Though you knew he wouldn’t find it funny. Instead of waiting to hear his response, you turned around, walked out of the kitchen and retreated to your room.

You had one night left to yourself. You decided to change into something comfortable - your favorite pajamas would do- and settle in with your favorite movies while you planned on packing your things up to make it easier on everyone when they would inevitably have to clear your room. Your plans were swiftly interrupted by the sound of your door opening.

Having only just removed your jacket, you turned around in surprise and were startled to see the way Bucky’s face was contorted. He looks… pained? Conflicted. He’s obviously upset by your decision - but this seems something more. His eyes are dark and honestly - you feel a little scared as he lifted his head and his eyes meet yours.

“Bucky…” you nearly whisper.

“I won’t let you go through with this. Everyone else might be okay with this - justifying it because it’s ‘the noble thing’,” he scoffed at the recollection of the nights earlier arguments. “But it’s not. It’s nothing other than murder. You’re going to let them murder you, Y/N.” He was speaking roughly and low as he slowly approached you - all the while you were trying to cautiously back away from him. Trying to keep some space between you two.

It was an odd feeling trying to keep away from him. You loved Bucky. Normally you would do anything if it meant being around him- but right here, right now. All you wanted to do was get away. You need to get away, you realized as your back hit the wall. There wasn’t much you could do right now. Your powers were at the weakest they had ever been thanks to the serum Tony and Bruce gave you. And the look in his eyes sent a shiver down your spine.

You didn’t know what he was going to do and though you were sure he wasn’t going to kill you - you were still afraid. This feeling was foreign. You had always felt safe with Bucky. Like no matter what, he would be there to protect you. He would do anything for you, anything to protect you.

Oh, god. He would do anything to protect you.

Anything.

You didn’t want to even think it. It seemed impossible. Like it was the last thing he could possibly be willing to do.

“Bucky, please. What are you doing?”

“You’re not giving me a choice here, Y/N.” He said, a hint of sadness in his voice as he stood just inches in front of you, brows furrowed.

“There’s always a choice, Bucky.”

“Then my choice is to not let you die.” He grit out as he backed up all the way up to the wall, your body lightly hitting it as he held you there.

He inched closer and you inhaled a sharp breath.

“I can’t lose you.” He spoke quietly, almost to himself, as he leaned his head down - his forehead pressed to yours as he closed his eyes.

You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t know how to feel.

You had imagined plenty of times what it would be like to be with Bucky. It was no secret you had feelings for each other, but Bucky would never let anything happen. Though, you had been teased on multiple occasions by other members of the team about what they liked to call your “boyfriend without benefits” relationship with Bucky. He would certainly act as if you were together, but nothing physical ever happened - obviously.

So right now, with him being so close to you - you just didn’t know what to do.

And when his lips found yours - you swore you could feel every emotion he was going through. You could swear you knew his every thought in that moment.

He was angry. Scared. Frustrated. But mostly, and this is what worried you most, was the feeling of guilt that flooded the kiss. The pain.

And so that kiss confirmed what you had feared. Bucky wasn’t going to let you go through with it. He was determined to stop you. He was willing to do anything to keep you alive - even this.

As he continued his assault on your lips, you found yourself caught up in the feeling of him - something you had longed for for so long - and didn’t even register how compliant you were being. You couldn’t do this - you had to stop him. You began to struggle against him, trying to push him away.

“Bucky, stop. Please,” you got out through deep breaths as his lips left yours and began to trail down your face and neck as his hands grabbed your arms to keep your back against the wall and your chest to his.

“It’s okay,” he muttered against your neck. “You’re gonna be okay. I promise.”

“Bucky you can’t do this. Please. You wouldn’t-“

“I would.” He growled. “To keep you safe- alive. I will.” He reasoned. “I have to.”

“Youre being selfish.” You bit out.

“Selfish?” He scoffed. “Maybe I am. After everything, I think I deserve to be a little selfish. I think I deserve a little happiness. Isn’t that what you’re always telling me? That I deserve my happy ending.” He pulled away to meet your eyes again. “Well that’s you. You’re my happy ending. Don’t you see that, haven’t I shown you that? You’re my everything, y/n. I need you,” he paused.

Looking deep into your watering eyes, he whispered, “I’m sorry,” before he tore your shirt off your body. The speed of his movements shocked you and you yelped at the action. He backed away slightly to start pulling your sweats down and it gave you the perfect opportunity to try and get away. You pushed yourself off the wall and dashed to the side of him, bounding towards the door. He was quick. Always so quick. He caught you in his arms as you struggled against him.

“Let me go!” You shouted as you continued to kick your legs in a desperate attempt to escape him as his arms held you firm to him, your back to his chest.

“I can’t,” he said in your ear.

“Please,” you quietly cried, “please Bucky.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N, you know that. You have to know that. I just. need. you. If this is what it takes to keep you, then it’s what I have to do. I know you’re not going to listen to me. This is the only way to stop you.”

“But you’ll be okay,” he promised, “it’ll be okay.” He continued as he brought you to your bed. He got your sweats off and left you stunned in your bra and underwear. You were frozen in place. Your mind was racing, trying to comprehend everything that was happening. Trying to figure out how you felt. You didn’t know. This was wrong, obviously. You had volunteered yourself to be the virgin sacrifice that the ritual needed in order to find Wanda - to save Wanda- and here you were about to have your virginity taken from you. But it was the man you loved. The one who promised to keep you safe. The one who you knew would never hurt you. It was Bucky. But still, you argued with yourself, it’s still wrong.

You could understand what Bucky had been saying, though. You could understand his reasoning. If you were being honest with yourself and it were Bucky trying to sacrifice himself to save someone else, you knew you would do anything and everything you could to stop him, too. You were at war with yourself and the noise in your head had successfully drowned out everything- including what had been happening right in front of you. As Bucky leaned down over you on the bed, you realized that he had removed his clothing and as his lips met your bare chest, you realized that he had removed the rest of what was covering you previously. You let out a small gasp at the feeling of him on you. It felt good. So good. How could this be so wrong when it feels like this? your brain tried to reason.

As his mouth trailed down lower you suddenly jolted and tried to sit up but his hands gripped your hips.

“Don’t make this hard, doll. Please. I know you’re scared but just let me. Let me make you feel good. Don’t think about anything else. Just focus on me. I know how long you’ve wanted this. I’ve wanted it to,”

“Not like this, please,” you whined, “Bucky, please! please, please, please, please,” you continued to cry as he gently kissed his way down your stomach until his mouth met your mound. You couldn’t hold in your moan as he sucked your clit into his mouth. The feeling was like nothing you had felt before. It was so different from the way your own fingers felt when you touched yourself. It was incredible. He began to lick you, his tongue moving from swirling your clit to trailing up and down your slit and making his way inside your tight, undeniably wet, hole. Your hands found their way into his hair and you pulled on him as he gripped your hips and moved you closer to him, his hands coming down and moving along from across the tops of your thighs. Moving his right hand, he inserted his pointer and middle finger into you while his tongue never stopped its motions. His left thumb then found your clit and you felt your walls tighten and squeeze around his fingers as your climax quickly approached.

“Bucky - uh- please,” you moaned as tears welled again in your eyes. You weren’t sure what you were pleading for. Still couldn’t decide if you wanted him. Of course you want him, your mind shot at you. It’s all you ever wanted. He’s all you ever wanted.

You couldn’t take it anymore. The conflict raging inside you became all too much. You couldn’t do it. You couldn’t stop him- even if you wanted to. So why were you still fighting this. Your mind decided to finally quiet. You couldn’t think of anything as your orgasm overtook you. Your legs shook and tried to close on Buckys head but he didn’t let that phase him as he worked you through your high. Your fingers were still in his hair and you started mindlessly stroking his hair and massaging his scalp as you caught your breath.

You can’t fight him, you thought to yourself. He’s right. I just need to not think about anything else. There’s no point. This is gonna happen. It’s okay to give in. It’ll be okay. It’s Bucky, your mind tried to convince you, you’ll be okay.

Bucky’s groan pulled you out of your head and you looked down just in time to see him finally pull away from you.

“You’re okay,” he reassured you - and himself - as he stared at you with such longing and something akin to sorrow in his eyes. “Everything’s gonna be okay, doll. I promise,” he spoke as his hands softly massaged your thighs. He made his way back up your body until he was hovering over you. Your breaths were coming in quick and shallow as you tried to calm your racing heart. This was it. Bucky was about to take your virginity. There was no going back after this. Not just in terms of the ritual - but in your relationship. Things were never going to be the same after this. You weren’t going to be the same after this.

Bucky leaned down on top of you and met your lips in a tender kiss. It felt like an apology. Like he was trying to get across how he had wanted this to go. Soft and sweet. Gentle and caring. How it should have been. How he had imagined it. He felt terrible. He knew he had scared you, forced you. But he couldn’t bring himself to stop. He couldn’t fathom the idea of losing you. Especially for something that wasn’t a guarantee. He wouldn’t do it.

He lowered himself down closer to your body, and your tears began to fall anew as you felt him hard against you. This wasn’t right and you were scared. What would the consequences of this be? You couldn’t even begin to imagine. And that wasn’t the only thing that scared you. Would it hurt? As you took a chance and glanced down to where you felt Bucky against you, you whimpered and decided that, yeah, it probably would.

Bucky shushed you as you whimpered and cried. Trying his best to soothe you as he held himself up on his right arm next to your head, his left hand caressed up and down your sides. He dropped his head to the crook of your neck and left light kisses as he whispered sweet nothings trying to distract you.

“Ah-uh-“ you whined through your grit teeth as you felt the tip of him slowly push into you, your hands finding and gripping his biceps.

“Shhh. I know it hurts, sweetheart, I know. I’m sorry. Just breathe. I got you, baby. I got you. It’ll feel good soon, I promise. Just trust me,” he spoke, voice tight, as he continued to push his cock into you. He kissed away your tears that were falling down your face. Once he was fully inside you, he gave you time to adjust to his intrusion, all the while letting out soft moans and groans at the feeling of your tight walls wrapped around him. He felt you squeeze him and as your hips bucked up without much thought from you, he slowly started to move in and out of you, finding the perfect rhythm as your mouth fell open and you gasped and moaned lowly. He knew it was wrong, but the second he entered you - he felt relief like he never knew. No matter what happened after that, he knew you wouldn’t be able to give yourself for the ritual. You wouldn’t be able to sacrifice yourself. You wouldn’t be able to leave him. And though the anxiety he had been drowning in had left - he was now left with feelings of shame and guilt. He had wanted you for so long - had imagined exactly how it would be. This wasn’t it. He didn’t want to take from you. He had wanted you to give yourself to him freely. If the circumstances had been different , if you hadn’t had been talking about killing yourself for some insane ritual- he would have waited. It would have been perfect. But the circumstances weren’t different and here you found yourselves. It might not have been how he imagined, but it was still you. He still had you. That’s all that really mattered. That’s all he could focus on for now. You and those soft broken noises that left you with his every thrust. The way your hands grabbed at his body, desperately trying to bring him closer to you as you continued to cry.

“I love you, y/n. I need you to know. I’m sorry. I love you,” he panted out as his eyes bore into yours. He quickened his pace, feeling himself inch closer to his climax as you began to tighten around him once again.

“Please,” you begged as you stared back at him, desperate. You were so close, and you knew he must be too.

Your arms wrapped themselves around his neck and you pulled him into an intense and passionate kiss. “I know,” you whispered to him as you pulled away. “I love you,” you said through more tears, holding onto him for dear life. Nuzzling your face into his neck as his fingers found your clit and began to rub you in small, tight circles. Bucky groaned in your ear and you felt him come inside you. Every nerve ending in your body suddenly lit up as you came with him. It wasn’t just your orgasm, though. You also felt a huge surge of power that you had never experienced before. The breath seemed to be sucked out of you as your eyes light up red. In your mind's eye, you saw her. She was in a cabin - it looked like one of the old safe houses you guys had used a while back - before everything went down. She was sitting on the couch - staring at a book closed on the table in front of her. She was crying. You could see it all. You could feel it all. And just as quickly as it came - the vision had gone. Your eyes returned to their normal color and you sucked in a greedy breath as you found yourself staring into Bucky’s terrified eyes as he grabbed you in his arms. You looked to your hands and successfully attempted to ignite your magic. The black glow emitted from your hands easily and the power you had felt when you orgasmed seemed to have stayed with you. You’d never felt so good. So potent. It was incredible.

“Y/n?” he asked, shaking you gently.

“I know where she is,” you breathed. “We need to go. Now.”

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Hello 👋 I just read the oneshot where scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader gets kidnapped by the higher ups after she saved and helped everyone from the shibuya incident and I wanted to ask for a platonic! bungo stray dogs x scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader where at the time that the higher ups and zenin weren’t paying attention the reader thinks they want to be somewhere far away and with someone they feel safe with and the first person that comes to mind is Dazai and subconsciously her magic takes her to his world - with Chuuya - and as soon as she sees him she runs up crying and hugging him. Just imagine how the armed detective agency plus Chuuya would feel when they find out that the higher ups were considering execution just for saving and helping everyone.

scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader goes to bsd for comfort

jujutsu kaisen x reader x bungou stray dogs

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): spoilers for jujutsu kaisen (shibuya arc) and bungou stray dogs, subtle reference to multiverse of madness (dr strange to america), light theme of angst with major themes of fluff and comfort, soukoku being parents

╰➤ PAIRING(s): platonic! bungou stray dogs x reader (mostly dazai osamu and nakahara chuuya, and armed detective agency), platonic! jujutsu kaisen x reader (gojo satoru)

hello!! tysm for requesting and for being patient. this is just like reader getting kidnapped except reader goes to dazai and chuuya instead of sukuna via astral projection, and reader’s execution is being strongly considered instead of her just being given away to the zenin clan. ♡

despite knowing you are in the custody and protection of gojo satoru, the higher-ups have decided to take you away from your adoptive father. when you first demonstrated your chaos magic at tokyo jujutsu technical school, they perceived you as a threat.

your immense power was nothing compared to their cursed energy, and that was the problem: it wasn't cursed energy. gojo satoru had been successful in keeping you safe until two things happened.

you had not only used your own powers to free gojo from the prison realm, but you had also brought back two jujutsu criminals, fushiguro toji and geto suguru. you posed a far greater threat than itadori yuuji, who carries the king of curses within him. you were also too young and inexperienced to do such things, despite the fact that you were capable of doing so.

it was already too late. despite being the one who saved everyone from the shibuya incident, your involvement with jujutsu sorcerers and criminals, as well as your true identity and the gift you possessed, had already spread among the big three clans and the higher ups.

you were capable of wreaking havoc and turning reality to whatever you want, as the elders and the rest of the big clans say.

sure, it was probably pathetic that you were allowing yourself to be kept by the zenin clan and the higher-ups right now, but you refused to hurt anyone. no matter what the prophecies said, no matter what the old lady and the darkhold said about you and your destiny, you would only use your chaos magic for good, just as gojo taught you and just as you promised.

so, the elders' words had gotten to you and successfully manipulated you into believing you were a threat to humanity—both to jujutsu sorcerers and non-jujutsu sorcerers alike—and that it would be better for you to be executed instead. you couldn't help but be afraid of the higher-ups and zenins who took you away from gojo and your family figures.

you couldn't stop crying as you curled into a ball in the room they put you in, or more like, literally threw you in. you were so tired of screaming and wailing to be let out of the scary-looking, dim and windowless room filled with talismans they hoped would keep your chaos magic at bay (even though it was incredibly useless because your chaos magic isn't even cursed energy anyway) that all you could do was silently cry your heart out in the hopes that gojo or anyone you knew and loved would come in to free you and take you away.

your lips quivered, and tears streamed down your cheeks. you leaned against the door, hearing the same voices that had labeled you a threat, and you couldn't help but feel a horrible shiver run down your spine.

“you've seen what that monstrous child is capable of!”

“fushiguro [name] must be executed immediately. it's only a matter of time before she turns against us.”

“she had already brought her biological father and geto suguru back to life, and we know that gojo satoru taking custody of her isn't helping. she cannot control her abilities!”

execution? they were going to have you killed!

you crawled away from the door, feeling your chest painfully heave up and down, oxygen being drained from your lungs.

you were hyperventilating. your pupils dilated as your heart raced and thumped loudly against your chest with fear. as knocks resounded from the locked door, every inch of your dread and despair was visible on your face. in a panic, your gaze darted around the room.

with no other option, you subconsciously tapped into your abilities and found yourself activating your universe traveling powers as a means of escape, bringing your desire to be somewhere far away from them and with someone you feel safe to fruition. the elders and zenins were stunned to find you gone without a trace as they darted inside as the room's doors swung open.

“[name] has escaped!” one of the elders scowled, “quick! alert everyone! the child couldn’t have gone that far.”

“she probably went to see gojo satoru and the others! have people come for them in case she's with them!” exclaimed another.

while the higher-ups and the rest of the zenin went to look for you back at home, you happened upon the streets of the ever-familiar port city, which had both modern and nostalgic buildings from another universe.

your helpless tiny figure ran through the streets, exhaustion from using your abilities catching up with you until you spotted a familiar face, whom your chaos magic and thoughts had led you to.

you yelped and screamed for his attention with all your might, "d-dazai-nii!”

the messy short-haired brunet turned around, along with his ever-present hot-headed ginger companion with whom he was bickering, to see you. both dazai and chuuya were taken aback when they saw you running towards them with watery yet puffy red eyes.

“[name]-chan!” dazai exclaimed, watching you wrap your tiny arms around his legs the moment you arrived before you broke down in a full-blown sob.

“h-hey! what’s wrong? chibi?!” chuuya stared down at you, blinking profusely as a worried expression crossed his face, “who did it?!”

you didn't respond to chuuya, instead continuing to whimper gibberish sobs that he and dazai couldn't understand. dazai then promptly picked you up and drew you into his embrace. your hands were clammy as you gripped him with your nails so tightly that he could feel you claw at him almost like a cat out of desperation.

together with chuuya, dazai felt your body tremble and heard your erratic breathing. Both of them exchanged glances. they had never seen you look so shaken before, and they were worried for you.

“hey, now. hey.” as chuuya rubbed your back for comfort, dazai began to cradle you and brush loose strands of your hair away from your face, “easy, you’re okay. you're okay.”

“the crowd might be adding to her stress,” chuuya speculated, unable to hold back his sympathy as he stared at your tear-stricken face as you continued to cry before looking around to find people staring at him, dazai, and you with strange looks, “i think you should bring [name] to the agency now.”

dazai nodded in agreement, but as he started walking back with you in his arms, you reached out your hand to the ginger-haired mafioso.

“chuuya-nii..” you sputtered out, “d-don’t..”

“e-eh?” chuuya stared at you in confusion, “what is it, chibi? what do you want?”

"what's the matter, little belladonna?" dazai inquired, trying to take your hand in his. “we’re going to the armed detective agency.”

“don't leave..” you sniffled as you stared at the ginger haired mafioso with a teary-eyed gaze, slumping over dazai's shoulder and trying to reach him, “chuuya-nii..”

“i think.. [name]-chan wants you to come with us at the armed detective agency..” dazai's sweat dropped.

“what?! why?” chuuya's eyes widened as stepped back in surprise, “i can't go!”

despite chuuya's reputation as an executive of the underground organization port mafia, he couldn't help but feel remorse and eventually give in when he saw you staring at him with those teary eyes. you looked both sad and scared, even with dazai cradling you to calm you down, making it extremely difficult for him to resist you at all.

so, with a deep breath, the ginger-haired port mafia executive entered the door leading to the armed detective agency's office wherein he was welcomed by atsushi screaming in surprise; ranpo having his snack fall from his mouth; kunikida breaking a pencil; junichiro and kyouka dropping a stack of reports on the floor; naomi and kirako dropping the trays of snacks and drinks; yosano freezing on the spot; and lastly, fukuzawa losing his deadpan facade as soon as he stepped inside; him carrying a tear-stricken you in his embrace instead as he and dazai entered.

“what's going what's on?!” yelped atsushi, staring fearfully at the mafioso as kunikida, ranpo, yosano, naomi, and junichiro stood their ground, kirako and naomi stepping back behind fukuzawa, “why is a port mafia executive here?!”

“[name]-chan's crying!” kirako pointed at you.

“alright, everyone, calm down,” dazai said casually, waving his hands in the air, “i know what this looks like.”

“dazai, what is the meaning of this?” fukuzawa hardened his voice before turning to face chuuya, who held you close to his chest with a profound serious look.

“don't tell us you're going to negociate with us while holding [name] hostage!” naomi said angrily, glaring at chuuya.

“can you guys stop being annoying for a goddamn second?!” chuuya couldn't hold his annoyance in any longer, and he finally snapped, “i'm not holding the kid hostage, and let me just clarify that i didn't make her cry either!”

“then, why are you here?” kunikida pressed on, raising a brow.

you sniffled quietly, answering on chuuya's behalf, causing all eyes to soften as they fell on you,, “i didn't want chuuya-nii to leave..”

the armed detective agency (with the exception of dazai) were all baffled, their expressions now amusing yet incomprehensible.

“..chuuya-nii?”

dazai confirmed as he tried to hold back his laughter, “yes, you heard that right. nakahara chuuya-kun over here is acquainted with our little belladonna over here.”

“damnit, shut up!” chuuya scoffed, his gaze drawn away from them, mostly to hide the blush of red on his cheekbones from embarrassment. “you guys make it sound weird when you say it instead of [name]!”

oh, the things chuuya do for you.

“then, why is she crying?” junichiro inquired, furrowing his brows and motioning over you.

“[name] hasn't really told us about that part yet.” dazai scratched the nape of his neck with a sheepish smile, “but she insisted on having him come with us, and she was already crying when we saw her.”

“is that so?” as they shifted towards your sniffling form, fukuzawa's eyes and tone of voice softened. “then, why are you crying [name]?”

“i ran away from home.” you slowly fessed up the reason you were here, wiping the tears from your eyes.

“you ran away? why?” atsushi's face faltered into a frown as he asked after the president did.

“the higher-ups wants to execute me,” with that, your lips trembled and you sobbed once more. everyone in the room was stunned by your confession. “they took me from my daddy and locked me up somewhere dark with lots of paper and no windows, and i heard them say that.”

chuuya's grip on you tightened at that moment, prompting you to look at him and notice him clench his jaw angrily. in fact, everyone was overcome with rage toward higher-ups just like him. however, unlike chuuya, dazai and the rest of the armed detective agency were doing their best to remain calm.

“why the hell would they do that to you?” chuuya managed out, “huh?”

“i.. i don't know..” you muttered sadly, “all i did was bring my uncle and real daddy back and defeating the bad guy that prisoned daddy and responsible for shibuya along with some curses.”

“bring your uncle and real dad back?” junichiro asked in confusion, “prisoned? what?”

“[name] means that she revived them,” ranpo explained, drawing everyone's attention to him and his glasses, “and by bad guy, she's talking about the person who wreaked havoc in her home and sealed her dad, gojo satoru—the one she claims is the strongest jujutsu sorcerer alive and resembles dazai.”

“[name] can bring people back to life?” yosano's eyes widened.

“getting back to the point, why are they executing you if you saved everyone?” despite ranpo's deduction, kunikida was still perplexed by one thing, “i mean, from the looks of it, you didn't do anything wrong.”

“that's actually quite obvious,” ranpo said, pushing his glasses closer to the bridge of his nose, “the higher-ups see [name] as a threat. she is literally a being capable of traveling through universes and warping reality. in short, they are terrified of what she is capable of.”

“and what the higher-ups and, i believe, the zenin clan, who are also involved in this, cannot control, they pose as a threat.” dazai recalled the first time he met you and how you ended up telling him you were nearly kidnapped by the zenin clan while he fed you omurice.

“i'm not a monster.. am i?” your teary eyes fell to the floor as you swallowed hard, “i would never hurt anyone.. i made a promise to my daddy that i would only use my powers for good..”

everyone looked at you with sympathy and sadness. this was no doubt extremely difficult for you, and honestly, chuuya was the one who most understood how you felt right now. like the gravity manipulator and vessel of arahabaki, having his ability, or rather power, makes him question if he's even a human at all because it feels so heavy on his part, like a burden; a curse, despite the fact that neither of you two asked to be born as such.

having people fear you, seeing you as a monster or threat, messes with your head a lot, especially if you're a child, which you are.

you raised your eyes to see dazai looking at you with a small smile. “you're not a monster.”

“how do you know that?” you frowned, obviously still believing what the higher-ups and zenins said about you, “i can hurt people. i can't control my powers. i don't know how. everything i do just happens.”

“but you still choose to be kind, don't you?” dazai asked, causing your eyes to widen.

“dazai is right. even if you have a powerful ability far greater than ours or anyone else's, you choose to use it for good.” fukuzawa backed up dazai's words with his own.

“and think about it, [name]-chan.” ranpo continued, “your chaos magic always takes you where you need to go and brings about the good you desire.”

hearing ranpo's words reminded you of the first time you encountered their universe. How your chaos magic alerted you to atsushi being injured and in need of assistance, how your abilities helped you patch him up, get you and dazai out of trouble when atsushi and kunikida chased after you, how you used it to help them with their detective work, and even how it led you to this moment, of going to dazai and chuuya, the people who strongly remind you of gojo satoru and your dead uncle, geto suguru

you inquired, your eyes brightening with hope and anticipation, “then, what am i? who am i?”

chuuya turned you around to face him, and despite his smile, his eyes were filled with sympathy and sorrow. “you're very much human, just like me. just like everybody else,” he said, his gaze telling you exactly how much he had been through.

“and most importantly, you're fushiguro [name]-chan. our little universe traveling kid.” dazai approached you, gently removing you from chuuya's to hold you in his arms instead, “my little belladonna.”

“the armed detective agency's newest sharpest detective.” yosano expressed with a closed-eye smile as she folded her arms across her chest.

“you're like a little sister to me.” kyouka muttered quietly.

“us too!” junichiro exclaimed along with his sister, naomi.

hearing everyone's words, you felt as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders and, at the same time, as if you had seen the light at the end of a very dark tunnel. finally, you had broken free from the manipulative and fear-inducing words that the higher-ups and zenins had trapped you in.

ranpo was right. your chaos magic always knows exactly where to take you, how to help you, and how to keep you safe. you had always been the one in control of it. even if you don't need to cast any incantations, your heart's desire will always come into reality.

you were the scarlet witch, and being endowed with such great power does not make you any less human.

“everyone...” your lips trembled once more, a fresh hot stream of tears threatening to spill from the brim of your eyes, but not out of sadness. instead, it was out of pure joy.

“it's okay.” dazai whispered in your ear, patting your back comfortingly as he held you close to his chest, “cry as many tears you want. don't hold them back. we're right here.”

“i'm sorry for crying so much...” you sputtered out, burying your face in dazai's shoulder and wrapping your tiny arms around his neck to conceal yourself.

“i just told you, it's alright.” dazai's chest rumbled as a chuckle escaped his lips, which were adorned with a genuine smile.

you couldn't help but feel your heart skip a beat when you felt a pair of lips press against the top of your head and a pair of arms hold you so closely yet gently, making you cry once more. dazai osamu had a striking resemblance to your beloved father, gojo satoru. the warmth and safety you felt were identical to gojo's comfort.

even when you're not exactly home, your heart is in the right place. it's always with him, and it's always with your family.

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Life Series AU

Wrote some lore about the life series characters as Gods with Witchcraft SMP in mind. It got out of hand, and now I have a 1.4k story below.

As everyone knows, from the oldest, crankiest elder to the youngest, brightest toddler, magic is a part of this world as surely as Winter melts into Spring.

We can see it in people, like the illusionist who passed by the town with the circus group. In the wild, we can see it flitting between the trees, lighting up the world. It is in the ground, seeping up when it is called.

But we haven’t always had magic. Once, the only ones to possess it were the Gods.

Seventeen of them, each with a different domain. They lived in harmony, watching over the world., creating and destroying as they saw fit. Anytime they wished to meet, they met around the Watching Crystal. None of them knew what it was, only that if any of them died, it would store their powers and souls. Of course, they had varying ways of interaction with mortals. For instance, the Sky God liked to reveal himself to humans in the hope that they would worship him. He was a fickle god, that one. Or the God of Fire, who played deadly games with life-changing prizes.

Among them was the Starborne. He had perhaps the strangest and least explainable gift. He was the first prophet. Though he often advocated for humans to get a taste of divine magic, he was usually overruled.

One day, he had a vision. The Scarlet Witch, the harbinger of death, was standing in a clearing, ichor dripping from her scythes.

Now, the Scarlet Witch was an enigma to most of the others, almost never turning up to the meetings the other sixteen called. She was a grim woman who often laughed at the suffering of those around her. She was hard to get alone with, so most of the other Gods shunned her, with only three exceptions. The God of Emotions, also known as the patron of bakers, was sympathetic to her. The Lady of Time was her partner in chaos. And the Starborne was her closest friend, her confidant. If anyone was going to be on her side, he would.

When the Starborne received this vision of things to come, he naturally became scared. His trusted ally, who had a reputation for being unhinged, was going to kill another God. So he did what he always did, and sketched out what he had seen to flesh out all the important details.

The Sky God had been in a silly, goofy mood, so he decided he was going to snoop around. His first target: a certain prophet. He walked into the room where all the visions were gathered. And lo and behold: in the center of the pictures of prophecies, was the recently sketched vision, the one that foretold the death of at least one God.

This scared the Sky God. He had never liked the Scarlet Witch. She was always a little too chaotic, a little too bloody for his liking. So, he decided to make sure this prophecy wouldn’t come true. He called a meeting with as many Gods as he could. Under the light of the Watching Crystal, he wove the tale of what was to come. Seeing as the Scarlet Witch had not been invited, and the Starborne had not made an appearance, she had no warning of the prophecy. After gathering five of his most trusted friends, he went after her.

It was a close fight. It is said that the famous scar over the Scarlet Witch’s eye was made during that battle. None of the Gods that fought were weak. But the Scarlet Witch was Death itself, ready to collect a divine life at long last. The Canary, the god of luck, was the first to fall. Two more of them were slain before the Sky God called for a retreat that ultimately failed. The Queen of Shadows was cut down, and her husband followed soon after. The final attacker, the God of Chaos, died of his injuries soon after.

After that, she disappeared for a few years. Alone in a forest in the North, she had a lot of time to think, to reflect. She knew that if a God died, their powers would be stored in the Watching Crystal. And the seventeen - well, eleven now - of them were far from orderly. If there were fewer of them, they could rule more effectively. Besides, they could probably find a way to access the powers of the Gods who were deemed unfit through the Crystal. So she watched and waited for someone to find her. Death is patient, after all.

The other Gods were scared. The Scarlet Witch was one of the most formidable among them, and would not listen to anything they had to say. So, they decided to try and flush her out of hiding by using her best friend. Some of them wanted the Starborne dead, because their friends and loved ones were gone. Others wanted to use him as a hostage. So they went to his board of visions, where all of his visions were recorded. He would be there, after all. The Lady of Time tried to stall the others, back them down. But the desperation and fear had caught up to them, and they forced past her.

They went into the room he used, covered with notes and pictures and scattered papers. On the table in the center, they saw a picture. It was a mid action shot of the Starborne exploding in a rush of light. It is said that he was smiling. There was neither hide nor hair of him anywhere. So, they moved back to the search for the threat. And, one or two expeditions were successful. But they did not consider that anyone they sent was liable to death themselves.

The God of Illusions powers of persuasion couldn’t save him when he needed them the most. The God of Emotions was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and couldn’t back down his former friend. Then came three more deaths. Then the Scarlet Witch emerged from hiding to cut down two more.

Finally, the Lady of Time had enough. There were only four Gods left. Knowing that the Starborne would not be helpful in a fight, even if they could find him and convince him to help kill his best friend, the Lady banded together with the Runemaster to end the threat at last.

The Runemaster used his powers of Listening to find the Scarlet Witch. They both tracked her down to the forest where she had spent so much time. The three of them fought. It was a hard, bitter battle. In the end, ichor dripping from her scythes, the Scarlet Witch claimed a hard-earned victory.

She celebrated her success. There would be no more chaos now that it was just her. There would be no more wars, no more extortion of the mortals by any Gods. The only divine force would be Death, which would take without remorse.

Then she remembered that she was not alone. There was still one more God. And she knew just where to find him.

Nobody knows what would have happened if the Starborne had backed down. Maybe they would have ruled side by side. Maybe he would have been killed for lack of loyalty.

But when the Scarlet Witch went to the Watching Crystal to meet with the only being that could compare to her. The inside of the Crystal pulsed with moving lights, like the souls trapped inside were still alive, waiting to be released.

The Scarlet Witch went in there, sure she’d win again. But she was not up against a soul that wished to remain in this world. The Starborne believed that neither of them deserved life. He had been a coward who ran away instead of helping his friends, and their blood still stained the Witch’s red cloak. So he smiled as he activated his secret power. When he wished to die, he would explode, taking everything in the nearby radius down with him.

The Watching Crystal shattered, then fell down, down, down. The pieces scattered all across the lands, seeping magic into the earth. The magic of the Gods started to exhibit itself in nearby mortals, the first magic users.

But Gods do not die that easily, some say. There are whispers that they could be reborn, into mortal bodies like ours. We may be walking among them right now.

Of course, those are just myths. Nobody is that optimistic or pessimistic to believe in such tales. The Gods are dead. We all go to Death, even the Reaper herself.

Nobody knows why we do not have prophets. Maybe the Starborne decided not to pass down his gift, knowing the burden it placed upon the holder. But to this day, the magic of Death, necromancy, has been shunned from all parts of society. And in honor of the catalyst of this whole mess, we call ourselves witches.

So, if you ever see magic, remember how it got here and who it came from. Because every good thing has a price. This one was paid in divine blood.

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fire on fire | chapter. 03 | morpheus x scarlet witch!reader

pairing: Morpheus x Scarlet Witch!Reader (she/her) summary: The Lord of Dreams falling in love with a being capable of spontaneous creation – what could possibly go wrong? note: You are not Wanda Maximoff. You’re just you who happens to be the Scarlet Witch and all that entails. previous chapter: chapter. 01 | chapter. 02 a/n: no beta we die like jessamy

Sat on his throne, overlooking the heart of his palace, Morpheus has never felt so small – so without power. The King of Dreams and Nightmares they called him and yet he was bested by a bumbling amateur with a delusion of grandeur, seeking to prevent that is which is the most natural thing in existence and as a result has committed a graver offense. He has half a mind to demand his sister relinquish Roderick Burgess to him so that he may throw the mortal on his knees before you and beg for your forgiveness.

He felt his heart swell at the mere thought of you, his sweet Y/N. His mind at ease and free of thoughts of mortal men and their greed for what they do not deserve. Such were the effects you had on him. Perhaps it should be a concern that you had such sway over a sovereign and in extension his realm – yet the Dream Lord could not bring himself to care for why would you seek to possess what already belongs to you? You possessed all of him and all that entailed.

“My Lord,” The courteous voice of his librarian pulled Morpheus out of his musings, “If I may ask…” He looked over to see Lucienne shifting uncertainly at the bottom of his throne, a thick volume clutched against her as she peered over her spectacles, “Now that you have recovered your tools of power as well as have reunited with her ladyship, where do we go from here?”

“Nowhere for the time being.” Morpheus stated simply and in a tone that brokered no argument, “I endeavour to heal with my love and rebuild my realm.”

The silence from his subject was telling but Morpheus waited to hear it himself, “And…what of the prophecy, my lord?”

Lucienne could only blink as her king disappeared in a swirl of sand and materialize before her in a matter of a millisecond, towering over her with his face a picture of the calm before a storm. “Know that I am fond of you Lucienne, but I will not hear more of this damned prophecy.” He declared in a low growl, head tilting slightly to the side, “Y/N will one day be your Queen, and nothing will ever change that.”

“I do not seek to change that or sow doubt in you, your grace, however we have to acknowledge the consequences of your union.” This placated the Endless slightly, leaning back to reward her loyalty with some distance from him, “Your…siblings will not stand for it. Perhaps her grace Death, but the rest will attempt to either claim the Scarlet Witch for themselves or seek to destroy her.”

The Scarlet Witch was but one facet of you and yet it seems to be the only thing that mattered to others outside of him – as if that was the only thing you were. As if the fact that you were, perhaps, the most beautiful being in existence didn’t matter. The notion was simply lost on the Dream Lord.

“Your words have merit.” Morpheus conceded, unable to refute her caution. Endless were the embodiment of absolute order. Him and his siblings directed the fundamental forces of the universe and ensured they fulfilled their purpose. Your existence, however, was the antithesis of theirs. It was as if the universe wanted to break free and manifested you to break its chains. You were not written on the Book of Destiny nor were you one day arranged to enter the Sunless Lands. Even your dreams were not influenced by the Dreaming. You simply existed.

“I will not lose you again.”

Lord and subject turned to see you approaching, the look of determination on your face matching the unwavering manner in which you delivered your declaration.

Lucienne took a step back as Morpheus moved to meet you, “You will not lose me again, my love.” He spoke softly, his entire countenance shifting to that of complete affection. While he believed those words wholeheartedly it was evident from the way you pursed your lips that you did not, heart still fresh from your loss of him as if it happened yesterday. In a way it did, he supposed, for your magic never truly allowed you to grieve him.

“They robbed me of you.” The words left you through gritted teeth, “Of a life we will never have. Of a version of myself I will never know.” You kept your eyes on his despite the crack in your voice brought upon by the hatred in your heart.

The words of warning from the prophecy echoed in his mind. 'The Scarlet Witch is not born; she is forged.' Perhaps humanity, in its arrogance, inadvertently forged its greatest threat.

Morpheus watched as, in your anger, your magic begins to manifest just above your eyes and slowly unfurl to form a crown of pure red energy – angry and vengeful. It does not deter him, however, as he reached out to cup your face with both hands and leaned forward to press his forehead against yours.

“Heal with me, my love.” He whispered, unable to hide the plea in his voice, “Roderick Burgess is no more as well as his cowardly son who stood by and did nothing. They will never take me from you again – this I promise you.” He felt your magic dissipate and calm even if your breathing continued to be shallow.

“Should my siblings dare to interfere in our love I will defend you as staunchly as I know you will defend me.” He pulled away then to gaze adoringly at you, so utterly deep in his devotion to you. “All will know of my intention to make you my Queen.” His voice, like liquid seduction, caressed your face. When he leaned down this time it was to plant an open-mouthed kiss on your jaw, “When I plant my children inside you no one will ever dispute the fact that you are of the Endless.” His lips moved to caress the corner of your lips, “Wife of an Endless,” He whispered an inch away from your lips, “Mother of my children.” He caught your lips in a hungry, desperate kiss. A century in the making.

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Madness Made Sane

Part One (REWRITE)

For @deafeningsharkslimeempath @jacelion

I’ve seen universes collapse. I’ve seen heroes fall and robot overlords rise. A fortune teller told me that my powers lined up with an old prophecy.

The Scarlet King, a nexus being. A king would rise to fight a witch clothed in scarlet. It was never said who would win in the end. I was destined to be a champion to protect worlds from Chthon, the destroyer. Some protector I turned out to be.

My world fell to the might of Ultron. I was only saved by the Watcher right as my world was destroyed. He told me my fate was bigger than one world. Whatever that meant.

I lost track over the countless worlds that I traversed. I barely found a place to lay my head before I had some monster tracking me. Not exactly easy living.

With time I met up with another multiversal traveler. America Chavez, AC as I grew to call her. It felt like I had a sister in her, and to her, I was her protector her guardian. We looked out for one another. We ate together, fought together, told each other terrible jokes. It was a blast.

Eventually we met up with some sorcerer who called himself Defender Strange. Apparently he was part of a team called the Defenders.

And so that leads us to right now in my tale. Strange, Chavez and I were running. A mummified looking being of pure destruction on our tails.

"Keep going!" Strange yells to Chavez as him and I worked to hold the monster at bay. The monster's reddish pupils stared daggers into mine.

I hurled a slab of sharpened concrete into it. The monster lost its footing but only momentarily.

"Y/N!!" America called out to me. The monster slammed its linen tentacle into a chest, knocking all the air out of my lungs and off the edge of the precipice Strange and I had found ourselves on.

Strange tried to catch me but it was too late. I fell further and further into the void. The last thing I heard was America's screams as it all faded to black.

Or so I thought.

"I think he's dead" a young voice called out in the darkened void.

"So are we going to poke him with a stick or not?" another similar voice asked.

I opened my eyes to find two twin boys standing over me, their attention was on one another, arguing. I was in the backyard of a two story suburban home. Did I fall into Pleasantville?!?

"I'm not gonna poke a dead body, Tommy!" the one in red and blue argued, "Mom would kill us if she found out we poked a dead-"

His brother, clothed in a green track jacket, screamed, "Billy!!! He's not dead!"

The boys screamed. I couldn't help but scream too. I tried to get up but I ended tripping on a metal slide.

"Where am I?" I tried to get my bearings. "Who are you?"

"You fell from space" Billy answered, pointing up to the sky.

"Spaceman. We. mean you. no harm" Tommy tried to pronounce each word to me.

"It's okay guys, I speak English" I tried to pacify them. "All I remember is-"

I was cut off by a burst of red magic. Chaos magic. It picked me up and lifted me a couple feet in the air.

"Who are you?" A female voice called out from the nearby house. And out walked her. Five foot six, long reddish hair, dazzling green eyes. Red hoodie and yoga pants that fit her just right. She was gorgeous. The most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

I wasn't one to believe in love at first sight. But seeing her, I could start believing in it.

"Mom! Don't!" Billy shouted to the woman. "He's friendly."

I could feel her. Her essence probed my very being.

"I can hear your thoughts of me" her ethereal self giggle and blushed. "I'm Wanda. Wanda Maximoff"

"(Y/N)" I answer back as she set me down gently.

"I haven't met another magic user in a long time" she walks up to me and shakes my hand. "Where did you come from?"

"Earth 96. It no longer exists." I answer back. "Do you know of anyone who might be able to help?"

"I think I might know someone" Wanda answers back. "Would you like to stay for supper? I have paprikesh on the stove."

"Paprikesh sounds wonderful" I answer back with a smile.

Dinner was nice. The first real meal I had around a table since I lost home. The boys relegated me with tales of their lives, their powers, and even their dreams of someday joining their Earth's Mightiest Heroes: the Illuminati.

"On my world we had Avengers. Iron Man, Cap, Hulk, Thor, the Black Widow. They were great" I sadly reflected on the team I lost.

Wanda reached across the table and gave my hand a gentle squeeze. Her eyes told me of immense pain and yet there was a resolve there, stronger than my own.

Wanda put the boys down for bed in their rooms. I quietly sat on the couch as she tossed me a pillow and a blanket.

"I can write down the directions for you and you can head out after breakfast tomorrow. If you want." She smiles at me.

"Thank you Wanda." I flash a small smile at her. "you know Billy and Tommy are amazing."

"well they had me for a mother" she jokes. We couldn't help but share a laugh. "Is it true?"

"Is what true?" I looked at her confused

"That you think I'm the most beautiful woman you've ever seen?" I was left dry mouthed. She giggles, "I read your mind when we met."

"well I mean...uh...um" this woman left me speechless.

"Good night Y/N" she walks up to her room, a saunter in her step. A lesser man would've followed her right up those steps. If I could stay on this world, I would've.

But Chavez needed me. The Scarlet Witch was still hunting her.

I set out the next morning. Giving the Maximoff clan a hug before I left. I flew to the coordinates Wanda gave me.

A large stone building in the middle of Central Park. No markings no signs. Just a large slab of concrete.

I approach the only door in to the building. I didn't even knock and the door opens on its own.

"Welcome to the Illuminati" a polite English voice calls out to me.

"Thank you, Mister..."

"Xavier. Charles Xavier" the voice answered as a hover chair bound man floated out to greet me.

This should be interesting.

To Be Continued...

#marvel #madness made sane #multiverse of madness spoilers #wanda maximoff x male reader #wanda my beloved #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x reader #scarlet witch imagine #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #doctor strange #america chavez

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(Personally) Connecting Comic Books & Ibn Katheer

I've been thinking, "Why are comic books and media so compelling?"

I believe that it's because they've had popularity and longevity, two features needed for stories to solidify into concrete lore. And humans need concrete, reliable stories - mythologies, prophecies, parables. We are natural storytellers, but it's more than that. We need to tell stories in community. We need to collectively build lore, tweak it as it goes to parallel our experiences collectively, and share how meaningful a story is to our individual and collective living.

Comic books fill a gap, they are necessary mythology for the human living in late-stage capitalism. Consider that they are

Accessible & easy to understand

Relatable and mirrors the universal struggles of the human experience

Familiar and comforting

Superman always saves the day, a god tried by mere human emotions of longing & belonging, the representative of man's resilience and goodness.

Batman is tortured, driven by grief to change an event long gone, or at least the consequences. A true Byronic hero for the modern day male heterosexual.

Magneto and Professor X represents Western Psychology's representation of the duality of man; the idealised figure strategically working for peaceful coexistence vs the exhaustive rebel demanding by any means necessary

Scarlet Witch embodies female rage at its finest; lightly oriental and exotic, very fucking sexy while being exceedingly traumatized.

Ghost Rider is inescapable guilt and vengeance denied.

And I would even argue that Deadpool as an antihero is the trickster archetype through modern day lenses.

New characters are routinely introduced into comic cannon, but they rarely become beloved staples. The characters that succeed tend to be a foil for the legacy characters, often times in the form of a protégé character. How many batkids does the average person know? If you're lucky, they know 3 individual Robins and their names. However, everyone knows the archetype of the sidekick Robin. Few people know other sidekicks like Batgirl or Signal.

From left to right, Jason Todd (Red Hood), Dick Grayson (Nightwing), Tim Drake (Red Robin), and Damian Wayne (the present Robin)

But that's a wide example, let's narrow it down a little. Courtesy the popularity of the Spiderverse movies, we know Miles Morales. In the first Spiderverse movie, his character arc is so well executed that we all agree that he IS a Spiderman. But what makes Spiderman a Spiderman?

High intelligence. In some comic runs, Peter Parker works as a scientist in Osbourne labs, and that's where he gets bitten. Varyingly, he has worked with Stark Industries, or with Reed Richards (canonically the smartest man in the Marvel Universe). Early in the movie, we see Miles deliberately fail his tests as a way to flunk out of school and his teacher reprimanding him on his antics.

Awkward and nerdy. He's a fucking nerd, okay? Spiderman might be for the streets of Queens, but Peter Parker is for playing videogames and tinkering in the labs. The fact that he is unbelievably nerdy and socially awkward is what makes it so unbelievable to those around him that he's Spiderman, despite all the obvious evidence.He's often bullied in school or at work. We see the same trait of annoying verbal diarrhoea that Peter is known for become humourous when he is Spiderman. Nothing changes, except that Peter is more confident as Spiderman, than he is Peter Parker. Miles is even more awkward than Peter (Remember the tragic "Heyyy" scene with Gwen? We all know a guy who sorely overestimates his rizz)

Humour. As Peter Parker, his humour is for the audience. He is the butt of the joke, and the jokes are the socially awkward situations he finds himself in. But as Spiderman, he is the jokester and we're all in his court. Some versions or writers lean into one of these than the other. Compare Andrew Garfield's more confident clown persona to Tobey Maguire's shy, butt of the joke Peter Parker. I think Miles is good mix of these two.

Personal Growth. This is what it all comes down to. A Spiderman must make a personal journey driven by grief, anger and revenge, but ultimately choosing to act in alignment with their values, and hoping that the action honours the memory of their loved ones. This, interestingly is what sets apart Miguel O'Hara (Spiderman 2099) apart from his colleagues. He is unable to make the complete character arc of a Spiderman, just like Miles struggled to in the first Spiderverse movie.

Miles is a Spiderman, and a popular one. But to be both beloved and popular, a protégé character must not only follow a recognisable character archetype or hero formula, they must go one step ahead - fill a cultural gap that the legacy character can't manage regardless of how many times the storyline is retconned.

Miles represents the desire for many media consumers to see themselves reflected more accurately on the big screen, and how diverse backgrounds shape their anxieties, questions and dreams for the future.

It follows logic that many protégé characters that were rolled out in the 2000s were diverse characters. This is capitalism baby, create a problem and applaud yourself for selling us the solution.

I have thought about comic books in many moving parts for years now, but currently, it's how much people need stories to cultivate faith. I was thinking of Omar Suleiman's series explaining Ibn Katheer's voluminous history book - Al Bidaayah wan Nihaayah (The Begining and The End), and why it was and still is, so foundational to me.

For the first time in my personal history, I could see my place in the universe. Where I, against the backdrop of a universe long in existence before me, and after I'm gone, fits. As a child, it was drilled into my head that we are here to worship Allah. But where do my own dreams fit into that? And everything that I was, am, and will be - does God care about that? Watching the series helped me understand that there is a bigger picture and I am an intentional part of it.

Someone once remarked that there is a thin line between religious accounts and mythologies. I believe that the utility for humans are the same. We use stories as a compass and guide, and storytelling is a dying art form, very few people are allowed the opportunities and resources to learn that skill.

Most stories never change, but people do and they grow into the wisdom the story offers, year in, year out. At the end of the day, stories give life to faith.

PS: For whatever reason, I thought Ibn Al Qayyim wrote Al Bidaayah wan Nihaayah, unsure if it plain old brain fog from chronic illness or just me getting it wrong, and I'm so thankful for the friend that called it out. It's been edited to reflect Ibn Katheer, who did indeed write the book. Ofc it's Ibn Katheer, he's the history buff 😅❤️

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