#anyway just need more magical billy boy in my life

[lavena]

On that Billy Batson Train again and I'm re reading Learning to live by @chaoticallyfluffy and came across the beautiful line

--part of being the Champion of Magic you know? Protecting the magic of the world, and my favorite type of magic is the happiness of the people!"--

And it just got me thinking what if people being happy is the main way magic gets into the world, like people that are really happy become their own wellspring

So the JL comes across something that has to do with magic, or a body swap happens and for one reason or another Cap either manifests aura eyes for the JL or teaches the person in his body how to activate it.

And they just see golden aura thriving in the citizens of Fawcett, and they see how every time Marvel helps someone the town become more magical and more positive. And as more and more people find hope and happiness Cap becomes more power as more magical seeps into the world.

Captain Marvel helps people with mundane things like carrying groceries or helping to tow a care, he volunteers at food kitchens, plays with children in parks, plays game with the old ladies at the library, he even helps to distribute aid during crises and clothes in the harsh winters.

Captain can physically see all the good he puts into the world and see the good that follows.

[she1smyscar]

In the Comics, Agatha and Wanda trying so hard to get the Darkhold back after it was destroyed creates a Darkhold manifested into a little boy. Someone on TikTok uploaded screenshots from one of the comics and in it the Darkhold insists on calling Agatha "mummy" as in...his mother, and then proceeds to ask if that means Wanda is his "daddy." The person who posted the screenshots said "Agatha has 2 baby daddies."

( I love that her 2 baby daddies are women 👀 )

Anyway picture this (I might make it into a fic), Wanda does not die from her fall in MoM, because the Darkhold little boy time travels back to that moment to save her (because he loves Chaos, he's the literal manifestation of chaos magic), and he (from the future) knows that her death would ultimately lead to him never being born/manifested. (Timelines are so confusing lol)

He goes back, saves Wanda right before she hits the ground, and then tells her they need to go team up with Agatha against the Avengers/Young Avengers cuz it'll be fun and chaotic for him and he loves that lol

So they spend a few days trying to find (Ghost) Agatha and Billy (Darkhold has kept the Billy part to himself for more chaos lol) and when they are searching, they create this bond where Darkhold is annoying Wanda like her emo son and he does call her "daddy" and she's like "Please stop. I already have my own children." And he just evilly chuckles to himself cuz he knows what's gonna happen when they meet up with Ghost Agatha and Billy soon.

THEN PICTURE THIS REUNION: The Darkhold child immediately makes Ghost Agatha a new body cuz he fucking can and there's drama about Billy and Tommy and Agatha being their new mom and then somehow it comes out that the Darkhold is technically Agatha's son with Wanda and Rio is there cuz she felt Agatha come back to life and she hears that Agatha had a son with Wanda and is trying to (not really) raise Billy

And Agatha's just there like : "Well, this is awkward."

Bonus: At some point she says something like, "What can I say? Mummy gets around" 🤣

[suzukiblu]

Ko-fi thank-you sentences for quietellen, @qwertynerd97, and K; Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good! 

“Cool!” Billy says, beaming at Superboy. He considers if the house rules conversation should be next, but probably the “no” conversation needs to come before that, but–

Actually, wait. Before any of that–

“So, um, what do you wanna do about your name?” he asks curiously, tilting his head. They need something to give Batman to put on Superboy’s civilian paperwork, obviously. Superboy–stills, then looks uncomfortable, and Billy tries not to frown. 

“Do I have to be Marvel Boy now?” Superboy mutters, looking at the floor. Billy blinks, startled by the question. 

“Well, I don’t think you have to,” he says, not quite sure how to approach the tight look on Superboy’s face. “I mean, you’re not magic, that might be confusing for people. But you can if you want?” 

“. . . no,” Superboy says, not lifting his eyes from the floor. “Being Superboy is–fine."

Billy doesn’t know if that’s a real “no” or not, for obvious reasons, but he figures they can work that out later. Hero names are easy to change, after all. And even a civilian name they can come up with a reason to change if they need to, obviously. And that one’s the real concern right now anyway, since Batman needs to finish the paperwork and also Billy just needs something not a hero name to call him. And the team will too, he figures.

“Okay, cool, then you just need a real name!” Billy says firmly, smiling encouragingly at Superboy, who finally looks back up. He looks skeptical. 

“You mean a civilian alias for that paperwork you were talking about?” he asks. 

“Well, yeah, but also just for having?” Billy says with a shrug. “Like, so people can call you it.” 

“People already call me Superboy,” Superboy says with a frown, folding his arms. 

“Yeah, but when you're not Superboy and stuff,” Billy explains, because maybe Superboy doesn’t really understand that that’s a thing, considering his life experience so far and all. Which–why would he, after all? “Like, I'm not always Captain Marvel. Er. Although don't tell anyone that either, please, 'cause I think the Justice League kind of thinks I am? And like . . . I'd rather they all just keep thinking that, honestly, it's just way more convenient that way.” 

“Uh . . . okay?” Superboy says, looking puzzled. “So I need an alias for . . . pretending to be a civilian, then.” 

“Yeah,” Billy says, figuring “for when you are a civilian” might be a little too confusing right now. “For when you’re off-duty, you know?” 

“The only names I know already belong to other people,” Superboy says with a deepening frown, which makes sense, Billy thinks. Probably Cadmus didn’t upload too many unattached names into Superboy’s head, and for the past couple of days he’s probably only been hearing names that belong to the people he’s been meeting. “And I barely even know any last names at all.” 

"Oh! Well, that one’s easy, your last name can be Batson," Billy tells him helpfully, smiling encouragingly at him again. At least that part’s easy, yeah. "I let Batman just make something up for the paperwork and stuff because I didn’t wanna tell him my real name, but Batson is my last name, so it’d be nice if that was your last name too." 

". . . what?" Superboy asks in bemusement, just staring at him again. “Why are you telling me your real last name if you didn't even tell Batman?"

"I mean, it's your name too now," Billy says reasonably. "Of course I'm gonna tell you your name." 

Superboy stares blankly at him. 

". . . the fake one is 'Rocky Morgan', though," Billy supplies in the awkward-feeling silence, a little sheepish again. "My fake one, I mean. So your paperwork is all gonna say 'Morgan' too." 

"'Rocky Morgan'?" Superboy repeats, wrinkling his nose. 

"The last time Batman went undercover he told us all to call him 'Matches Malone' so I'm pretty sure I got off lucky," Billy says with a shrug. He doesn't really know where Batman gets his fake names, but maybe he just likes being creative? 

". . . yeah, I think you did," Superboy agrees, making a face.

[silent-raven13]

A boi!

Now, everyone knows Billie loves her big brother, Miles, she basically his number one fan. When she came to this world, she remembers his warmth, his kind words and his bright smile. Something about that just click to her, that she loves so much. She loves that he's always around for her, always loving her, always being there! No matter what she's always happy to be his little sister.

Especially when he's Spider-man! A great hero, always risking his life to save those in need. When he took her around during his normal patrol as Spider-man. She knew, even for being so small, she knew this is a secret she will have to keep! For being responsible, and a protector of her Big Bro's secret identity, it is a great duty for her to keep.

However, her loyalty can go so far...

It's a beautiful day in Brooklyn, the weather is perfectly nice because it's Spring and the breeze is nice. Three year old, Billie chilling on her dad's armchair while watching her Doc McStuffin, she suckled on her pacifier as she enjoyed her show.

Her big brother being busy with sweeping the floor, he wore a tank top and shorts with some flip flops as he cleans the house. Miles wanted to help his parents out by cleaning the remaining chores, he spend the day with laundry, washing dishes, organizing the family's inventory closet. Now he wanted to sweep, and mop before putting new sheets on his parents' bed. "Boo-boo, you want a snack?" He wipe the sweat off his forehead, then check his gizmo to see the time.

"No..." Billie shook her head, she still was full from breakfast.

"Okay, Łęt me know when you're hungry or thirsty." Her brother said while he continues to sweep the floor.

She kept watching her show, after thirty minutes the doorbell rang. Miles went to the front of the door, "That must be him." He said to himself.

The little girl assume it's Hobie, which she got her web-shooter ready. It's weird that her brother's boyfriend would come through the front door like that. Doesn't he always come out of a big magical portal? She stood on the big comfy recliner glance over to the hallway, hearing her brother talking to another boy?

Miles opens the door to find one of his high school friends, Judge coming by to drop something off for him. "Hey, man. Long time no see!" He gave his friend a quick hug.

"Hey, my dude. What's up! You know, working, school and keeping the ladies in check." Judge said, he hold a bag, "Oh here you go, man. I hope you like it. It's a bit jack up."

"Nah, it's good." Miles happily look in the bag to find the action figure, "I know how to repair it and it'll be a great gift for Ganks. Hey, you wanna come in."

"Sure, man. Been awhile since we hung out." Judge playfully wrapped his arm around his high school friend's shoulders, "Ay, man. You gotten so tall!"

"Pfft, you too. You act like you're 5'4"." Miles jokes as he shut the door as they came down the hallway.

Billie peaks over being more confused, "Who's dat?"

Miles turns to find his baby sister standing on the armchair, "Hey, Boo-boo. This is Judge. You remember him?"

"Wow, she gotten so big. I highly doubt she remembers me." Judge chuckles.

That's right, Billie doesn't remember him. Then again, she never cared about other people beside her big brother. She looks up to study Judge is a dark skinned male with glasses. He wore so expensive shirt, jacket, jeans and Jordans with some short dreads. He smiles at her, "Hey, Billie. Been a long time!"

"Hi..." She reached out to her big brother being nervous with this random stranger. She had no clue who was this was. "Mmm!" She whines at Miles.

"What's wrong, Billie? Awe, don't be scared. You met Judge. He's a great guy!" Miles calms her down by picking her up giving her hugs and kisses on her forehead. "Sorry, I guess she doesn't know you."

"It's alright, man. She was a little baby when I saw her, haha. I'm not surprise she doesn't remember me." Judge chuckles before adjusting his glasses. "Anyway, man. What's up with you? I heard you and Ganks are at Columbia."

"Yeah, man! That place is great." Miles put his sister back at the armchair before taking Judge to get him a drink, "You want some soda? Also, I heard you went to Japan! That's so cool!"

"Yup, I went three times. I'm planning to go to aboard for a class." Judge grins widely, "It's great to visit tho. I dunno about living there, tho..."

Billie watch the two as she suckle her pacifier, she didn't like how show off-y the stranger was. Maybe she didn't know him too well, and she knows she shouldn't judge him. Still, her guts was telling her, "What about Hobie? Does he know this man?"

She watches them seeing her brother sitting close to his friend after serving his a glass of soda. Judge kept talking on and on about his journey to Japan, while Miles' eyes gleam with wonder.

The three year old went back to watch her show, she accidentally stepped on the remote control changing the channel to a Spanish Soap Opera.

"I'm sorry José, but I've been cheating on you with Juan!" The woman in a red dress dramatically said to her boyfriend. "We been talking about old times and fallen in love."

Billie slowly sat down as she watches her mom's favorite show. "Hmm?" She suckled her pacifier with her head tilt.

"But Maria, we been together forever. My love for you burns like a thousand suns. My heart is real, my passion is raw for you!" José said being heartbroken.

Juan smirks with his handsome charm as he did a dramatic chuckle, "Ahahaha! I stolen your beloved Maria by talking to her and listening to her sorrows! I am the only man for her." He held Maria who's being dramatic. The two held each other while

José cries out, "Mariaaa, nooo!"

Billie glances over hearing Miles and Judge cracking up about something they were talking about. In her eyes she thought she saw Judge being flirty and quickly assumed he wanted to steal away her big brother.

"I must tell Obie! A boi! A boi! Is he-wuh!" She thought in her head, she looks down to her right side to find her iPad tablet at the end of the bigger long couch. Normally, she only plays her fun games but quickly get bored, since she loves playing with her dolls.

Anyway, the three year old quickly jumps over to the long couch trying to be like Spider-man. Wobbling over to her with each step on the soft cushions, she must be careful not to get their attention.

When she reached her iPad, she quickly jumps over like she was making a touchdown at a football game.

"Got it!" Quickly, she sat up straight placing her iPad upward. It quickly scan her face leading to an opening scene. She starts slamming her tiny hands on the messenger logo.

"Okay, we getting somewhere...mmm" She tries to remember the symbols and letters of Hobie's name. Ever since she learned how to write words, she was able to read them as well. Although she is three years old, she came make out names. Since she been using the tablet for a while she kind knows how to text.

Hopefully with all the observation she done with her family, she can send Hobie a message. Now, where to start.

"Hmmm, Obie? Where is Obie?" She saw the contact list seeing the number one responders are her papá and Miles. Normally, she would FaceTime her daddy because she misses him from long hours of work. Sometimes she likes playing with the filters and funny emojis, too. Her finger scroll down to her little contacts, she saw her mom's name, her grandmother, and her eyes lit up.

"OBIE!" The little girl spotted Hobie's name typed in as 'Obie' with a guitar emoji. She happily tap the name leading her to a chat section. Okay, now she's heading somewhere.

Her ears caught her big brother laughing out loud, "Dude, ain't no way. You literally are dating three girls at a time? That's crazy!"

"Aye, man. I got game." Judge smirks.

Billie didn't like the bragging, so she had to hurry. Her hand slap on the keyboard seeing the same letters as she learned.

Texting to Obie;

Billie: OBIE! OBIE! Obie!

She sent that first before texting another word.

"Umm... ummm.." What else can she spell? She only knows so little words.

The punker saw her text having to write.

Obie: Lass? You texting me? Or this Miles?

Billie couldn't only understand her brother's name.

Billie: OBIE! OBIE!

Needless to say Hobie being at home was caught off guard by the random text, he did remember his Sunflower put the family iPad's number on his Gizmo for emergency. He thought it was weird Billie sent him a text, in fact he didn't know she could send a text.

Hobie: Lil Blu? Dat u?

Billie stares at the screen seeing Blu and U, she understood and type: YUS!

Hobie being impressed: Wow, good job at texting me.

Billie type again: Obie! OBIE! Miles Miles

She needs to figure out how to say, "Strange man is here!" If only she can spell more words.

Hobie tilted his head, then sent: Miles, okay?

Billie tap on the emoji section and sent: Miles ☹️

That took the punker off guard: Miles 🙁?

Billie: 😣

"Sad face... sad face...." She pushes another text.

Billie: Miles a b

She didn't know how to spell BOY, so she tries to remember.

Hobie: Miles a b? 😂 Lass, u too funny.

Billie: NO! NO! 😡

She type again: MILES MILES ☹️ a boi

She thinks that's how to spell boy.

Hobie looks at the screen.

Hobie: Blu gender is a social construct.

Billie types again: A boi! A boi! Miles & boi!

She remembers when her dad takes her to Tony's & Tony's pizza, her dad always said 'and' and the symbol & would there. She figure that's what that symbol means.

Hobie stops to reread the message being so surprised by Miles' little sister. Did she mean the way he think she meant?

Hobie: Blu, Miles & a BOI?

Billie types: Yus.

Then she slap on the camera she press the ten second button, with her two tiny hands she lift the iPad to give her a selfie with her big brother and Judge laughing in the background being close. She capture the photo and send it to Hobie.

Billie: Miles & BOI!

Hobie stopped for a few second then text her.

Hobie: I'm coming, lass

She could read that, being very proud she became successful. "Boo-boo, what are you doing?" Her big brother came by wanting to check up on her only to find her on her iPad.

"Nuthin'!" She muffled through her pacifier.

Miles blinks a couple of times at his little sister's response, "Re-really?"

"Huh uh!" She set her iPad aside, got up with her two little legs and reached her arms out, "UP! UP!"

Miles picks her up having to carry her, "What's wrong, boo-boo? You hungry?"

"Mmm!" She snuggles her big brother a bit more, then she spotted Judge eating her Cheetos puffs! Oh, he's gonna get it. "Cheetos! Cheetos!" She squirms with her hand tugging on her big brother's tank top.

"Oh you want some Cheetos puffs?" Miles took one to give to her.

Judge chews, "My bad, cheetos be fire with soda." He almost finished the whole bag.

"Nah, it's cool, man." Miles giggles.

Billie took the Cheetos puff and pull out her pacifier to take a bite, "Cheeto!" She pouts at Judge, "My Cheetos!"

"Billie," Miles frowns, "That's not very nice. Judge is our guest. Hey, you need a refill?" He looks at his friend.

"Sure."Judge said while eating the rest of the Cheetos bag.

"Awe," Billie gasps at her favorite snacks being gone, she pouts at her brother.

"Don't worry, boo-boo. We got another bag. Remember sharing is carrying." He had her on his hip, holding her with his left arm. Miles went over to the fridge to pull out a bottle of Cola, he twist the cap with his thumb and index finger. Billie watches her brother pour some soda in Judge's cup, "So, after Japan are you going to South Korea or Singapore?"

"Awe, man. I would love to go to Singapore, man. That place looks so fire. South Korea... hmm." Judge thought for a second before saying, "I kinda do want to go but probably later one. I'm planning to go to Germany to visit my cousins."

"No way, you got family in Germany?"

"Yup, since on my mom side is mix with Moroccan, her family is mix with African and Arab descendants. So some relatives move to Germany for education, some to France or Britain." He pop Cheetos puff in his mouth.

"Damn, I never knew that. That's pretty cool. So ya'll visit them often?"

"I use to, but my mom wants to go to visit my aunt and her family." Judge shrugs, "What about you? Aren't ya going somewhere?"

"Well... with school and work. I've been so busy. I do want to visit my grandma and family in Puerto Rico, but I'm not sure if I can. My dream is to go to Japan and see all the cool stuff there." He fantasize going to Japan for the culture and anime stuff.

"You should go. You can totally survive with 2k of dollars if you're smart enough to budget." His friend explained.

Billie chews her Cheeto puff very slowly waiting for Hobie to come. "I guess, but I don't got 2k to spend like that. I need to pay for books and stuff, you know."

"That is true, dude. You're at a Legacy school!" He said.

The two talk some more unaware of a Celestial portal opening in Miles' bedroom, they didn't hear the heavy thud of combat boots or the chains dangling against each other on a buckled belt.

The door slowly opens having to reveal a punker with a dark look on his face, his eyes narrowed as he spotted the random boy in his Sunflower's home.

Miles' felt his Spider Senses going off when he noticed an unease sense of his punker. "Hmm, Hobie?" He turns over his shoulder after he saw Judge's face fell into a frighten stare.

"Dude, who dat fuck is that?" Judge asked out loud.

Billie turns her head with a big smile on her face, "Obie! Obie!" The punker actually had a more intense punker outfit with everything being black and silver, his makeup look more intense. He painted his eyes into a black smokey bar lines, black lipstick and red contact on one right eye and an Anarchy symbol white contact on the other. He got a lot more accessories having this "Scary" look.

The Morales family got use to this style so this didn't phased them. Not even Billie was afraid, instead she happily giggles, "Obie! Obie!"

"Bae..." Miles looks over at Judge knowing he can't ask him why he's here instead he lied, "Your awake. I didn't think you would wake up."

"Hey, Sunflower." Hobie put one arm around his boyfriend's shoulder with a glaring mean mug directing at Judge. "Who's dis bloke?" His voice deep, rasps sounding a bit dangerous.

"BAE? Miles, who the heck is this?" Judge looked very confused and scared at the punker. "Weren't you dating some rocker dude? Now your into some guy looking like he's part of Metal band?"

"Judge, this is Hobie. He's just dressed different." Miles kisses his boyfriend's cheek, "Bae, this is Judge. Remember him. You met him a couple of times at parties..."

"THIS IS HOBIE? Bro look so different." And frankly, scary as fuck! If he could say the rest of his sentence.

"Not a clue." Hobie grunts being like a guard dog to his boyfriend.

Miles arched his eyebrow, knowing his partner is jealous as hell. "Bae, Judge is just a friend."

Billie pouts at her brother, "Miles and boi, Obie! Obie!" She tugs on Hobie's shirt, "Boi!" She pointed having to squint her eyes at Judge.

"Wah?" Judge saw the glares he got from the two, especially the way Billie squint her eyes at him like a cat.

Miles said, "Hold on, you two. You guys need to be nice to Judge. He's a friend from high school! Stop it." He had to scold his boyfriend a baby sister. Then apologize to his friend, "I'm so sorry, man. I didn't expect this from them."

"It's all good, man. I didn't think you were with him... I thought he was a fling then again, we rarely hang out after high school." His friend trying to ease the tension down.

"Hah, I know, everyone didn't think me and him would be together." Miles kisses his boyfriend on the cheek, again. This calms Hobie down.

Billie felt at ease with Hobie here, "Obie! Obie!"

"Yes, lass." He took her off from his Sunflower's arm to hold her.

She patted his cheek, "Hehe." Then snuggles against him being happy he's here.

Miles blink a bit surprised at his little sister, and his boyfriend gave a small chuckles, "Don't worry, lil blu. I'll always protect your brother." This made Billie calm enough to take a nap, all this tension exhausted her. So she suckled her pacifier while she fallen asleep in the punker's arm.

Judge nervously said, "Heh, so this been something..."

"Hahaha, don't worry about them. They just love me so much." Miles said with a small smile on his face.

"I can see that." Judge will never admit to Miles that he's envious having this much love.

After Judge left, Miles finally asked his man what happened. Billie finally woken up from her nap. Her big eyes still in Hobie's arms.

"Sunflower, lil Blue send me a text. Check the iPad. It's bonkers, I know, but she was worried for me. She literally thought you were cheating on me." Hobie explained.

Miles being disbelief went to get his sister's iPad, instead of freaking out he was amazed that his little sister text Hobie! "NO WAY! Billie texted you! This is crazy! She even responded back?" He scrolls seeing how his little sister did the best she could. "Wait, she thought I was cheating on you! Boo-boo!"

Billie shrugs, "A boi!"

"See. You gave made her scared, Sunflower. Never saw a bloke like that and all alone without me around. Scandalous." Hobie jokes.

"Oh hush, you were all 'grr, don't touch my Sunflower'." Miles huffs.

"I have to be scary. It's my nature." Hobie chuckled, "Besides this look was meant for a concert."

"Obie not scary. Obie good." Billie patted him.

Miles sighs, "Well, at least she has your back, bae."

"Hah, and she texted me first!" His boyfriend gave a smug smirk.

When Miles' parents came home from work, they were surprised to find out Billie knowing how to text. The three year old happily demonstrated her skills by sending them a text.

Billie: Miles & a boi! A Boi!

Rio giggles, "A boi? Does she mean Obie?"

Hobie chuckles, "Actually it's a funny story."

"Let me guess," Jeff rub his chin, "One of Miles' old friends came by to visit and Billie thought it was weird. Then she went ahead to text you?"

"Wow, that was fast?" Miles asked his dad.

"I'm good at my job." Jeff smirks.

Hobie sips his soda, "I scared him good."

"How?" Rio asked having to hold her daughter.

"My looks."

Jeff and Rio tilted their head not being afraid of the punker's style. They gotten so use to it, it felt like one of his normal clothing. "Hmph, I don't see it." Rio said.

"Maybe if you add red eyeliner underneath?" Jeff crossed his arms giving advice.

Miles giggles, "I didn't know you an expert, dad."

"Just giving some advice."

Hobie said, "I'll try that next time, pops. So, mamí Morales, what's for dinner?"

"Hmm, how about some Shrimp con Mofongo y arroz con habichuelas?" She wanted to cook something easy today.

"Habichuelas! Mamá, yo quiero arroz con Habichuelas. Por favor." Billie spoke in Spanish being so hungry for rice and beans.

"Sí, mi amor. Just hold on for a few minutes. Miles, take out the pot from the fridge."

"On it!"

Rio handed her daughter to Hobie, whiles she gets to cooking. Billie and Hobie sat watching the two. They couldn't wait for dinner.

[sawyerconfort]

Stargirl | Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

GUESS WHO’S BACK? BACK AGAINNNNN

Anyway, sorry for not posting in (I think) months? There’s so much going on in my life and I was too stressed with Tumblr not letting me writing anything...

But it doesn’t matter! I’m back and going back to write asap!

Sorry for disappearing! I’ll be taking requests soon, I promise!

Now, please take this as an apology ;) 

Enjoy!

This doesn’t take place at any Marvel cronology, but since it mentions the Darkhold and the twins, feel free to imaginate. This is our Wanda, the MCU Wanda... ;)

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PROMPT: As a retired superhero, you have time to spend with your wife and twins. But Wanda has been acting different these last few days, demanding much more than maybe you can give.

WARNINGS: smut, top!wanda, bottom!femreader, sex language, mentions of wanda being the darkhold self, extremely horny wanda, kind of sub!femreader, kinks.

*highly recomend to listen to stargirl interlude, by the weeknd & lana del rey, while reading this.*

It was just another normal night in Westview. You were enjoying your family to the fullest now that you had all the time in the world to do so, and of course, your wife was relishing this opportunity. Billy and Tommy couldn't be happier to see their moms together again, all the time available for them. The truth is, you were very specific when you asked to retire as Stargirl: your family had to come first before you risked harming yourself to save an entire city.

Anyway, it was just another normal night where you and your family were watching some random animated movie that you were pretty sure you'd seen a hundred times over. Billy and Tommy wanted it that way, and you and Wanda had no choice but to give in. The moon was already high in the sky, the movie was halfway through and Tommy was sleeping in your lap while Billy was sleeping in Wanda's. Your red-haired wife was resting her head on your left shoulder, her hands running up and down your chest.

You were pretty sure you had never seen Wanda like this since she decided to explore the pages of the Darkhold. You weren't a witch, and you didn't understand anything about magic books or magic, but you recognized that she was making a serious mistake in doing this.

However, oddly enough, Wanda looked fine, even counting the days she spent with her floating copy holding that huge book.

“I think they fell asleep…”, Wanda woke you up and, when you looked back at the television, the credits were already rolling. Tommy growled into your legs and turned around, his face so serene and his eyes closed that you groaned in pure adoration. Billy had the same expression, on the other mother's legs.

“I think so,” you replied, laughing. “And we should go too. It's been a long day for both of us”, you quietly got up from the sofa, taking Tommy from your legs and lifting him with your strong arms, trying not to wake him. Luckily you had super strength, so you did it effortlessly.

Wanda panted and purred like a kitten on your legs, grabbing your thighs and almost making you sit back down on the couch.

“Please stay a little longer...”

“Babe”, you smiled, turning to her. “Boys need sleep.”

She pouted. "Is not fair."

“I'll take Tommy and come back for Billy, okay?” you whispered, kissing her left cheek. “You can organize our bed, and take the popcorn pots to the kitchen. I'll help you with the dishes as soon as I get back, I promise."

She pouted once more. “I don't want to organize our bed. I want to do something else in our bed…”, her smile was evil.

“Wanda...”

“Okay, you win, detka”, she grunted, getting up with Billy in her arms and placing him on one of the couch spots, his head resting against one of the cushions. “I'll be in the kitchen, okay?”

You nodded and headed upstairs with a grunting Tommy towards their room. Afterward, you did the same thing with Billy, and before leaving, you left a kiss on both of their foreheads, with a captivating smile. Looking into their room, you saw several drawings of the four of you - you, Wanda, and the twins - all wearing superhero costumes. They had made it a long time ago, and they were so proud that you and Wanda decided to turn them into a decoration for the room.

You could have a lot of fans all over the world, a lot of fans who would miss Stargirl saving the world, but those two sleeping boys right in front of you would be the ones who would suffer the most from your retirement.

* * *

You sneaked up to the kitchen, saw Wanda finish putting the last glass of soda in the cupboard, and wanted to surprise her. You hugged her from behind, digging your nails more calmly into her hips, startling her instantly. Wanda gave a muffled squeak and turned around, smiling when she realized it was you.

"See? I made you change your mind…”, she whispered, leaning closer and closer to your lips, and then, she started kissing you like nothing else in the world mattered. You could have sworn you saw her eyes glowing red before she could close them, and you could have sworn that much stronger magic had you yoked into her hands as she wrapped her arms around your waist.

Wanda wasted no time. With one hand still resting on your waist, she used her other hand to reach under your shirt and touch your body, because she knew better than anyone how much it turned you on. An evil laugh tumbled from her lips as she heard you gasp and moan, surprised by the unexpected touch.

But her smile faded as soon as you pushed her away.

“Wanda, the boys are going to wake up…”, you said, whispering and trying to catch your breath as you spoke.

She laughed evilly again and shook her head.

“It's been so long since we've had sex, baby…” she whimpered. And you could have sworn you saw her eyes glowing red again - now you were really fearing for your life and sanity -. “Please, I'm dying for you, (Y\NN)…”

You shook your head. “Wanda, no. It's getting late. I'm tired."

“Stop making excuses, detka…”, she laughed. “The boys are sleeping. We can sleep late tomorrow. You haven't done anything all day.”

You arched an eyebrow. "No? I fixed the roof and stopped the last rain's leaks if you haven't noticed..."

"Yes, I know, my princess, you are my superhero, that's why I love you more than anything in this world..."

Wanda tried again. She wasn't going to give up until you did, and you knew it. But you couldn't fall for that joke again. First, because she was completely overpowered by the Darkhold and God only knew what he could do when he took over her mind. Second, because you were trying not to freak out like you used to. You didn't need to prove to anyone else that you and your wife had sex three times a week, you were already married to anyone who wanted to see you and anyone would see from afar that you two didn't need sex to be happy as a family.

She opened her mouth and gasped at your lips as you found yourself overpowered and tempted to surrender. Wanda pushed you hard onto the kitchen counter, and you felt your butt hit the structure, painlessly.

“Would you rather I take your clothes off or you take them?” she whispered, laughing.

“Wanda, no…” you gasped. "Please don’t do this to me."

“Why not?”, she looked at you with concern. “Is there something wrong with me, (Y\NN), something you don't like that I did to you?”

You shook your head. "No. No, Wanda, you are perfect, honey.”

She smiled again, eyes flashing red for the third time. It didn't take you long to learn that they only glowed when she got really excited about something. That's why you were afraid to give in to her desires.

“Say it again, go,” she whispered. "Tell me again that I'm perfect, detka...", you shivered when she lowered her fingers and made a sudden movement of sticking them inside your pants. Wanda laughed. “You like it, don’t you? But do you like my accent or do you like it when I stimulate you, hm?”

“Wanda, please...”

“Because I like it when you beg me. And I like to be stimulated too, but I don't need it right now…”, she looked you straight in the eye, returning to her natural green. “You are mine now, (Y\N). You are under my command. There's no way to resist it anymore. You are all mine. And I am yours.”

Wanda pinned you against the wall suddenly, and you gasped. Your mouth couldn't formulate a sentence, but you whispered with what you could: "Bedroom... now...". And she obeyed. Regardless of the connotation.

* * *

You didn't know how to breathe properly a few seconds ago. Wanda was going back and forth in your body with the greatest of ease, both of your clothes were completely thrown on the floor and you were only in your underwear. You tried unsuccessfully to contain the moans rising in her throat and couldn't contain the smile when she touched some point that excited you.

Wanda didn't make it easy either. She would kiss your lips with desire, leaving them wet, huge, and swollen. And then she had a red face. And then she had your neck, marked by pink, almost purple hickeys. As she nibbled and licked at your breasts, her fingers ran over her belly causing delicious shivers.

Suddenly, before reaching the high point, Wanda stopped and turned to look at you. You sighed and tried to relax, thinking it was over. You were relieved and about to pull her closer when she opened her mouth first.

“I've been thinking... for a long time, I have a huge desire to fuck you...”, Wanda said, slowly. It must be something strange for her to be so cautious. “… with you wearing the Stargirl outfit. You know, the Stargirl uniform.”

You looked at her, confused, and laughed.

“Is this really stupid?”, she asked, the confident tone turning into a worried tone that made you feel embarrassed.

"No, no, honey, it's just...", you laughed. "It's just that I was expecting a crazy fan to say something like that to me, not my wife who is also, coincidentally, a superhero..."

“If you don't want to, I'll understand...”

“Wanda, no.”

You held her face. "I want. Just give me a minute, I need to remember where I keep it... You can wait, can't you?"

Wanda nodded, smiling and biting her lip, leaning against the headboard of the bed and hugging her own legs. “Don't take too long, love. I don't want you to trick me into saying you're going to wear that uniform when you're not."

* * *

"Is this where they called Stargirl?"

Wanda squeaked like a chipmunk when you walked in the bedroom door wearing your superhero costume. She looked at you and her eyes became static, looking you up and down. Her smile went from sly to restrained to a tongue sliding across her lips.

“Let's make a deal here, dear…”, you said, slowly approaching her and sitting between Wanda's legs. “... I wore the uniform. And now you're going to have to let me dominate. It's an exchange of favors."

The Scarlet Witch laughed. “You're really smart, aren't you, baby?”, she ran her hand over your face and brushed away a few strands of your hair. "But of course, I won't fulfill that kind of deal, not even with Stargirl...", she approached. “I command. I command. I dominate. Done deal."

She used the supernatural strength of the Darkhold to push you back onto the bed and climbed on top of you, increasing the intensity of her movements. You didn't have a choice. The uniform made it more difficult, but he went down like a wet slide, melting in Wanda's arms. She finally smiled and spared no effort. Her fingers penetrated your pussy with strength and desire, and with each finger, you let out a moan of relief. She moved her legs away from you, opening them as easily as possible, and placed her cold lips right there, tracing kisses until they were on the lips of your vagina.

“Wanda... please...”, you begged, your voice groggy and off-key.

“That's right… Beg your hero, my love. I love to see you begging me… begging for complete control…” she laughed. "Beg baby, say you're mine, say..."

"I'm... yours...", you whispered, losing your voice halfway through. She thrust in three fingers and made you gasp in a scream that echoed off the bedroom walls. Feeling the climax coming before you could control it, you tried to pull her hands away from your sensitive spot.

“Are you going to cum right away, detka?” she whispered, softening her accent. "But I thought you were Stargirl, New York's invincible hero..."

“Wanda…”, you gasped, at a loss for words. “Oh, fuck.”

“Oh, fuck…” she repeated, softening her accent again.

“WANDA!”

And then, you let it all flow in and out of you. Your body went limp and slipped on the duvet, your super strength powers caused the wood of the mattress to break. Wanda smiled and tasted you, wanting more, and tasting more. Then she slithered down like a kitten and snuggled into your arms, purring and pressing her cool lips to your neck, giving you more shivers.

“You were perfect, my Stargirl…” she whispered, brushing the sweaty strands of hair from your even sweatier face. “How long has it been since I felt this much pleasure like this...”

You smiled, taking a deep breath and still struggling for words.

“Before you ask me, yes, I'm satisfied. Almost like a vampire who sucked all the blood in the world and had her vital energy invigorated...”

She buried her face in the crook of your neck. And sighed.

“You'll have to get dressed,” she said suddenly. “I hear footsteps of smaller people crossing the hall.”

You frowned and, as soon as you got up, you started looking for your clothes, which were lying on the floor. Wanda had “accidentally” stolen your T-shirt, so all you had left was her gray sweatshirt and the baggy shorts you were wearing. As soon as you snuggled into Wanda's arms and pretended to fall asleep, you heard the twins walking down the hall.

"Mom, we heard something breaking," Tommy said, looking scared.

“Mummy, I had a nightmare,” Billy growled. “My head feels weird.”

You looked at Wanda, who with shining eyes, shrugged and spread her lips in a wide smile. The night was going to be a little longer than you had initially planned - especially you.

[ill-say-this-fast]

Hi! Idk if you're still taking scarletsilver/maxicest asks but I'll just shoot my shot I guess.

Idk if I'm alone in this or not but one of my biggest maxicest headcanons is that if Wanda didn't magically create her twin babies... she still would have had them... with Pietro. (Ya know what I mean).

I know, I know, I know. There's plenty of reasons why it sounds illogical. BUT! I feel like if Wanda never loved Vision (or just said "frick it" and just elopes with her brother) or if she really really REALLY wanted to have babies (the 'traditional' way) and asked Pietro... you know that man is 1000% gonna go with whatever his beloved sister wants whether he likes it or not.

Another reason why is because I want them to raise my boys Thomas/Tommy and William/Billy. Especially our lil speed. Baby boy deserves all the nice things. We already see how Wanda interacts with her boys as their mother-not-mother. But imagine if Pietro was their actual dad and how he would interact with the boys?? So many possibilitiessss

And if Wanda and Pietro did raise them, they would also train/mentor Billy and Tommy with their powers early on which would probably make them more powerful or at least more in control in their powers.

Anyways, sorry for the rant! Just wanna know what you'd think of this headcanon of mine and anything you'd like to add really! :)))

I'm never not taking asks, thanks for sending this!

i love having them all as a family. for tommy especially. the kaplans are good parents, but tommy never got to have that and that sucks because wanda loved him so much the whole time and ughh they could have been happy. i would love more wanda and tommy stuff in canon or otherwise. but i also love pietro being more a part of tommys life. not sure if pietro is more competitive or concilliatory with him? bit of both probably. seeing himself in tommy and whether that creates friction or pride or pity.

like in 616 i feel like they have major old cat vs new hyperactive kitten energy and idk if that would be the same if pietro helped raise him from birth but i do love it. pietro's slightly put-on long suffering exasperation and tommy's overwhelming need to annoy this one guy in particular but underneath pietro's really fond of him and tommy's looking for attention and for someone to appreciate him and care that he exists. but they should also get to have stupid fun at high speeds (and together cause i imagine its usually pretty isolating).

in 616 i go with the headcanon that billy and tommy are pietros genetically, like wanda made them as if they were his, but it was still done magically and he just had to see it from afar. theyre the children she always imagined having, the ones she really wanted. so i have no qualms about just making them fully biologically his in AUs, its the way the rebirths and subsequent life experiences affect their personalities that i have to work around.

im working on (slowly) a 616 post childrens crusade fic where the two of them sort of readopt tommy. and they form this kind of nuclear family but dont talk to each other about it really because theyre all afraid the others will reject it. 100% happy ending they get the family they were supposed to have eventually.

also something i probably wont write but have as an idea. a very lighthearted fox xmen au where billy and tommy exist and theyre like 12-14 and pietro (peter i guess) has to keep juggling his job of Saving the World(tm) with dealing with whatever bullshit the boys have done. like the phoenix force is out of control and we need to do something to stop jean from destroying the world, but billy really wanted to see a dinosaur and now theres a time rift in the garden and pietro cannot let his coworkers find out about his children and their godlike powers, so he's bouncing between some really deep placatory conversation with jean and trying to find enough cages to put all the velociraptors in before wanda gets home and finds the house in a mess.

[chryzure-archive]

HI MEM!! here’s a pass to go on a book rant (because i love when you’re a hater hehe… esp if we’re hating together >:)) AND AS FOR TRYSI ASKS… gimme some songs for them pre-breakup and post-breakup 😳😳 i expect ANGST!!

THANK YOU FOR THE RANT PASS, WE ALL KNOW WHAT I’M GOING TO RANT ABOUT THIS TIME… I’M SORRY, I HAVE OTHER BOOKS I COULD RANT ABOUT, BUT LET’S TALK ABOUT THE DISGRACE OF A SPIN-OFF SERIES THAT DID MY PRETTYBOY SOO DIRTY

re: evangeline being a shitty character. hoh boy. yikes. like, she was pumped straight out of “generic ya protagonist” factory with all the default settings and stephanie went “yes, this is good character building”. …. i’d be more interested in a shallow character. i said it in my previous tags, but there could at least be a somewhat interesting dynamic there. maybe it would be hilarious to stick jacks with a character boring as bricks!!!! ((this is why simeon and jacks make a very funny friendship dynamic)). maybe it would be cool to explore a character that’s shallow developing depth??? maybe we could have a character with, like, a legit backstory? but a) evangeline’s boring, and b) she’s just a poorly-written reader-insert, since stephanie wanted to appease the fangirls in love with this bitchy fate. sorry, but jacks wants a bitch <3 he needs a spitfire girl to keep him in his place <333 evangeline needs to go to her pre-calc class, she’s failing rn.

((related: still thinking of that one post i saw where somebody was like “stop saying evangeline is stupid and make bad decisions! she’s just feminine! say you hate women next time!” …… so naturally feminine women make bad decisions??? they’re stupid?????? is that what you’re saying??? also, like??? the original protagonists were highly feminine characters??? i’m so confused with how femininity MUST mean trad-wife, LIKE WHAT??? ? anyway, evangeline is a bad character, but not bc she’s feminine. it’s because she’s poorly written.)

OH YEAH, WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU A) ADMIT TO NOT KNOWING HOW YOU WANT TO END THE SERIES, AND B) ADMIT THAT YOU PLOTTED THE SECOND NOVEL FROM JACKS’S POV AND DECIDED TO LEAVE EVANGELINE WAITING AROUND FOR HIM TO COME BACK WITH PLOT-RELAVENT DETAILS???shitty, boring writing, couldn’t figure out what to do, so we leave the protagonist in her perfect little cage because she’s a boring doll for jacks to toss around when he’s around. no, sorry—because even if evangeline were a doll, she would be a more interesting character. i mean it.

((side note: you can have a traditionally feminine character with pink hair actually do shit btw…. like luna rune is right there, getting shit done, and then she’s happy to settle down with simeon and have three kids. like, it makes sense for her character arc to be badass and travel through time, and then end up with a happy life at the end of it all…… it’s possible to write something where that’s fulfilling. god, it’s like stephanie wrote a random character and decided to slap jacks’s name on him so he could be attractive as a “villain”. he’s a sopping wet cat with the remains of his failed schemes scattered around him. ALSO, HE’S NOT MUSCULAR, HE CAN’T FIGHT, THERE’S NO WAY HE CAN SHOOT A FUCKING BOW AND ARROW.))

i’m DONE.

———

anyway.. trysi pre-breakup:

every little thing she does is magic by the police ((…PEAK HIGH SCHOOL TRYSI, I CRY))

only the good die young by billy joel ((i like thinking of chrysi pulling tris from his shell to this song… tris’s mom does NOT like chrysi, because chrysi gets him in a lot of trouble, so that’s what this song makes me think of :)) that said, tris’s dad LOVES chrysi for that exact reason LMAO))

kiss me you animal by burn the ballroom ((he sings this and then goes on a date with chrysi and is like “;;;;;;;;;;; hi…… can we… what if we… uhhh kiss?” “……..you remember those cleaning closets. why are you acting like this?” UMM…))

trysi post-breakup:

superstar by carpenters ….. IT’S FINE, THIS SONG DOESN’T KILL ME EVERY TIME.

always something there to remind me by naked eyes ((lyrically… it’s a bit upbeat for their breakup, but the lyrics are soooo tris going around and being reminded of their relationship. he loved her so much…))

more than a feeling by boston (again, lyrically, it fits?? but it’s a bit more upbeat than i think tris would listen to. THAT SAID, I LOVE THIS SONG TOO MUCH. YOU’RE STUCK WITH IT.)

i hope ur doing well (feat. colliding with mars) by savage ga$p, colliding with mars ((juno and i love to say that tris would make songs abt chrysi like this allll the time if his bandmates didn’t stop him. it’s so whiny <33 i think it’s hilarious))

i wanna know by tea ((OKAY, LIKE, I’M ACTUALLY SERIOUS ABOUT THIS ONE. I LOVE THE LYRICS AND THE VIBE. IT’S TRIS AND CHRYSI ABOUT EACH OTHER))

the killing kind by marianas trench ((particularly the way it sounds, but lyrics fit somewhat??? i loooove this song though hehe))

unrelated songs that make me think of tris:

night life by hello atlantic ((tris accidentally turned into a murderous vampire on one of his concert nights??? oh???? and chrysi now has to help him??? what a shame!))

sad (clap your hands) by young rising sons ((he’s my pathetic little babygirl, you must understand…))

coward by those who dream ((PEAK TRIS SONG, HE’S GOT SOOOO MUCH UNRESOLVED ANXIETY. DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT))

rot by dbmk ((idk, it makes me think of him… the idea that he’s rotten to the core appeals to me, like—i think he views himself that way!!! esp when he can’t control his magic and he hurts ppl because he gets easily distressed—but also, that he wants so much more, and it makes him feel like he’s rotten??? AAUGH.))

dream on by aerosmith ((mostly, i think he’d like this song in general. and he’d sound soooo pretty while singing it <33))

[fuesch]

Agatha All Along 1x08, part 2

And a bit of PM truthering at the very end.

- Whoa, Jen really was bound! By Agatha! Ha, so I was right, she didn't get unbound by just finishing her own trial.

- Wait, in the last trial once you get from the Road what you came for, you get to leave it? So the end of the Road is individual instead of everyone together getting through the last task. Huh. Ugh, why did it have to be only the last trial though? Alice and Lilia could have lived!

- Billy doesn't know how he brought himself back and now Agatha's gonna help him find out, just like she helped Wanda find out how she brought "back" Vision. How very episode 8 of them, ha.

- Is Billy getting all his Hex memories back or just the last minutes? And what about William's?

- Soooo... did Tommy just spend 3 years bodylessly floating around? Was he hibernating in William's body? Or is Billy finding Tommy a new body just another memory Agatha helps recover?

- "Am I killing this boy so my brother can live?" - "No, Billy... sometimes boys die." Ouch. And he didn't get to hear it!

- Pfft, John Collins just going "oh" as Westview's sky is glowing in an unatural color again.

- Oh wow, hell hath no fury like a Death scorned.

- I like that Agatha seems to have learned that there's magic other than her purple.

- *sigh* Those sparks flying made me think Alice was back, because they're something fiery, kinda orange and a protection witch would be useful in that moment. But hey, Billy to the rescue!

- Idk about that costume. The visual weight feels off: The hood makes his legs look extra skinny.

- "Don't take it all." and she actually stops! How, what, why all of a sudden?!?! Because she had nothing no magic to begin with? Because he reminds her of her son? Because he's so powerful that he managed to telepathically stop her? Because he got his magic from Wanda who got it from Agatha, so there was a difference and natural stopping point between their magic? No wait, strike that last one, that would be a timey-wimey mess. Anyway: What???

- So nice to see Agatha in her contume again!

- "Power looks good on you." - "Honey, everything looks good on me."

- "You're not bad." - "Neither are you." - "You're the only one who thinks so." What if right here we have the thing that makes her see Nicky in Billy?

- Agatha's back and forth confused me. She was ready to sacrifice herself for Billy, but then he surrenders and Agatha is cool with it - until he asks about Nicky's death again. But Nicky was invoked (so to speak) just a few seconds ago, so why was mentioning him different? Honestly, I thought Billy going from "you're not bad" to "Did you let Death have your son to save your own life?" would make Agatha even more willing to sacrifice Billy. But I guess she wanted to prove herself instead, that she hadn't traded away Nicky's life nor would she do that to Billy.

- Huh, a literal kiss of death. But I wanted mentor!Agatha! And she only just finally got her power back! Okay, so what's Agatha secret plan? She must have gotten around it somehow.

- Pfft, Billy with the walk of shame as if he had perpetrated something. ...Oh okay, I guess he thinks he's gotten Agatha killed, but idk, the scale between the Hex and this feels so different. Not that he would be very aware of that. And Agatha can't be dead. He doesn't seem to know that either.

- Pfft, instead of flying away he mundanely gets into his car.

- And finally the time question has been answered. Billy has only been gone for 24 hours, phew.

- Jeez, Marvel, no need to linger on shirtless Billy just to please horny fans. Stop giving guys paranoia about their bodies. I will murder you on this hill.

- What a wonderfully executed reveleation. Holy shit, the Witches' Road is actually Billy's creation?! I mean, I had encountered the thoery, but I hadn't believed it, because I didn't think he'd be that powerful. Oh, you weren't playing Death's game, therefore she wouldn't reward you with bringing back people (even if they had died on the Road) if you won.

- "Boo"?! I was already worried about having another episode - without the title character! Phew.

- Interesting that Billy couldn't give Agatha her magic via the Road and had to blast her instead. That works with my theory that you can't just hand out powers, therefore "Ralph" superspeeding in WV 1x09 means he's Peter Maximoff. Oh, I love it when there's more support for my truthering!

[rainybyday]

Master Post

Edited - 7/2024

Hi everyone! This pinned post is my Master Post!

Any ideas, prompts, aus, or lines of thoughts/mind rambles I make can be used by anyone and I give permission for anyone to take and write them and/or add. Please @ me if you do use any of my ideas pretty please. 

AO3 Account - Silver_Melody

Kofi Account - RainybyDay

Twitter/X - maybe

Current Fandoms I’m interested in:

- Naruto 

- Digimon Frontier 

- DC X DP

- Genshin Impact

- Honkai Star Rail

- Demon Slayer 

- ORV

Below is a Master Post of (mostly) every post idea I make so just a heads up! (Also side note, its from oldest to newest from top to bottom)

Danny Phantom x BatFam

Gotham Graveyard

Gravekeeper

Danny and Jason Ecto Connection 

Ghost King Danny Clean Up Headache

Why not Damian?

Sixth Sense Idea [Need to revisit]

Wayne Spirit AU (the dimension travel from dp universe to dc universe)

Wayne Spirit Add ons Pt1

Wayne Spirit Add ons Pt2

Wayne Spirit Add ons Pt3

Ectoplasm and Ecto-Energy

Death, Life, Time, Space, Fate and Universe

Twin AU - The protege and the failure

Twin AU - The protege and the failure add ons

Twin AU - Meeting Dani first

Twin Au - Met at the worst time [Come back to add more]

Twin AU - Danny knew who is father was

Twin AU - Danny trying avoid Damian

Twin AU - Damian hates Jason

Twin AU???? Maybe???

Not Twin AU - Danny is elder sibling [Come back to add more]

Elder Sibling - Danny felt Damian die

Tim and Danny internet friends 

Tim and Danny internet friends add on

A single father and a struggling boy (and they meet halfway) [Also known as “Family before heroes” au]

Family before heroes snip-it

Danny is Damian

It was only once!

Dick mistakes Danny for Damian

Vlad blabbed to the wrong person

It started with the blob ghost

Al Ghul’s aren’t all knowing

Talia sees Danny coming out of the Pit

Danny haunting/pranking Dick

Jason is Jazz’s decedent

Lazars Pits are gone

Bats will go along with it

Biological Kent

Traveling Space Auditorium

Amity Park is a Liminal Hot Spot

True Names

Serine Summoning

Amity and Gotham being compared

The Reality of being Dead

“How much you’ve lost?”

Vlad Masters

Alfred Mistaking Danny

Amity Park’s Descendants

Healing Gotham/Temporary Owner

Unsure Adoption 

Tim and Danny missing

Danny mistakes Bruce for Jack

Amity Parkers are taking over

Knowledge of Death tradition

Ecto Biology Ramble Thoughts

Near Death Ghost

Danny was Alfred AU

Flower Shop AU

Flower Shop AU Pt2

Flower Shop AU Pt 3

Flower Shop AU Pt4

Flower Shop AU Pt5

Flower Shop AU Pt6

Lycoris Radiata Chap 1

Lycoris Radiata Chap 2

Lycoris Radiata Chap 3

Jazz AU Pt 1

Jazz Au Pt 2

Danny Phantom

Ghost Speak (Mostly DP anyways)

Nervous body reaction

Sea and Night

Dying Stars

Liminal Jazz

Technical ghost age

Danny a meta before death?

Butterflies

Dimensions Bad Parents  

Deaths not so scary

Cold summoning

Tears

Rejects mentally 

Immortal Reincarnation

Abyss

Star freckles

Why did you become a hero?

Batfam

Tim and Damian's sibling angst

Time Travel Phase

Chaotic Time Travel 

Billy Batson and Batman/Batfam 

Magic Billy Adoption

Billy Adoption

Digimon Frontier

What if - Opposite spirits  

Others

Wip Challenge - Aug 12th

Wip Explain - Hiding what magic we have

Soulmates

Ask - Wrong Name

Ask - Amity Descendants

Ask - Tim and his unhealthy way to stay awake

Ask - Flower shop au love

Ask - Flower shop au love 2

Ask - Flower shop au love 3

Ask - Flower shop au love 4

Ask - “I love you”

Ask - AO3 Account?

Ask - AO3 Account?

Ask - word correction 

Gifts

Secret Santa - Dp x Dc

[zodiyack]

Rude! (3,000+ Follower Fic Special 1/3)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Female!Hopper!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Billy stuff, lyrics, fluff

Song: Rude by Magic!

Words: 1,798

Summary: Billy's love for Hopper's daughter is too strong to be stopped by the tough Chief Jim Hopper. Despite being told "not in a thousand years", he plans to love her regardless.

Note: Thank you so so much! I love you all, and writing your ideas, as well as sharing mine with you, has been so fucking fun and amazing! I'm sorry for my lack of words, I wish being an author came in handy with writing this, however, all I can say is that I love you all from the bottom of my heart. I've seen people do shout-outs, and ask-related stuff with their follower things, and I may do that, I'm not sure. For now, I hope you enjoy this... Thank you all, again!

Also 1/3 means that there will be two other fics released for the 3,000+ follower present!

Taglist: @urie-bowie-mercury, @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes, @fandom-puff, @darling-i-read-it, @simonsbluee, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow, @dpaccione

Masterlist | Stranger Things Masterlist

"Saturday morning, jumped out of bed and put on my best suit. Got in my car and raced like a jet all the way to you. Knocked on your door with my heart in my hands, to ask you a question, 'cause I know that you're an old-fashioned man. Yeah."

Billy was freshly graduated, working as a lifeguard whilst his girlfriend worked her own job, both saving up for their chance to ditch Hawkins and move to California. Sweet Cali. Billy was excited to show the love of his life around the place he called home. Though, physically, he left the salty ocean and windy beach behind, the place never truly left him.

You could see it in his eyes. The waves crashing in his blue orbs. He swore the scent had just barely clung to his belongings; the smell of the tangy air that followed a majority of the state. Working at a pool was the closest he got to the memory of California. Chlorine was most certainly not the salted ocean waters, but with the circumstances, he decided it'd do.

The way his face lit up whenever he talked about his home...it made Y/n more and more excited to see it. His girlfriend had grown up in Hawkins, stayed there her whole life. Never once did the Hoppers leave Hawkins.

But the second that was introduced to Billy, he knew it had to change.

Although they were saving for a big move, Billy had...other things in mind with what to do with his first large pay-check (or series, rather. Working as a lifeguard didn't pay well with just one check). He began to work more shifts to make up for the money he'd spent, and one day after calling in for a day off, he decided to put his plan into action.

"Billy, stop messing with the tie."

"It's annoying." Hands slapped away his attempts of adjusting the black silk tie.

"Well it won't stop being annoying if you keep fucking it up."

For the first time in a long time, Neil Hargrove was calm. Not happy, not amused, not pissed off for some unjust reason- just calm. He wasn't wreaking havoc and he wasn't being an asshole to his son. Billy hadn't seen this side of his dad in quite some time, in fact, he thought something important was going on and he was about to fuck it all up. And then, Susan retreated to the living room with a camera and a freshly ironed suit.

"You're not putting me in that."

"And who asked for your opinion?" Neil deflected with a raised brow. One heavy sigh later and Billy was leaving the bathroom, dawning the whole black and white getup.

Susan clasped her hands over her mouth, a tear leaving her eye, "You look so handsome! Just like your dad!"

Billy rolled his eyes, "Great."

However, his careless attitude was swept under the rug when the blue Camaro pulled up to the police station, interrupting a clearly distressed Chief Hopper bickering with his daughter. Billy had to get himself together before stepping out of the car, jaw slack after seeing the beauty he got to call his date.

"Hello Mr-"

"Don't even try play nice with me, Hargrove. She's not going anywhere with you. End of story." Hopper kept his eyes trained on the blond, body tense like a snake preparing to strike it's prey.

Y/n grabbed Billy's arm, slowly directing him to the car, "And in the sequel, we find out I am going with Billy. End of that story."

"There is no 'sequel.' The writer got drunk and lazy." She paused, turning to face her father who stood tall, arms crossed and face unamused.

"So his daughter picked up where her father left off, and then the sequel was published and the two lived happily ever after, the end."

While her dad attempted to search for a line that would better hers and force her to stay, she pushed Billy toward the driver's side and slid into the car as fast as she could, rolling down the window as Billy started it up. "Bye! I'll be back before midnight!"

The two drove off toward the school, leaving behind a trail of dust and very, very, pissed off Hopper.

Prom was better than Billy thought it would be. He didn't want to go at first, but after Max found out and spoke to her mom about it (the little redhead a cupid-in-the-making), Neil pushed him to go (as he was "doing something else besides being a lazy-no-good rebel"). It was then that he called Y/n and asked if she'd be going.

The suit came in handy. Clashing with his rocker aesthetic, he put it back on once more. The once-annoying tie proved to be somewhat okay in the end.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to know. You say I'll never get your blessing "till the day I die, tough luck my friend, but the answer is no!"

Why you gotta be so rude? Don't you know I'm human too? Why you gotta be so rude? I'm gonna marry her anyway. Marry that girl, marry her anyway! Marry that girl, yeah, no matter what you say! Marry that girl, and we'll be a family! Why you gotta be so rude?

With a deep breath, he ran-over the conversation in his head once more. Like a script for an actor, he had thought of every possible outcome and every possible line for him to face it with. He almost chickened out as his fist rose to the door, but it was too late, for his knuckles rapped against it before he realized he was even knocking.

El opened the door, eyes wide when she saw the familiar mullet and button-down. "Papa..." She muttered as she backed away and out of view.

Hopper traded places with her, his lazy expression sobering up instantaneously, replaced with a grumpy scowl. "Hargrove."

"Mr. Hopper, sir."

"What are you doing on my front porch?"

He swallowed roughly, palms sweaty against his sides. "I was wondering if I could talk to you."

"You seem to be doing just that right now, Hargrove." Hop crossed his arms and clenched his jaw.

Well, this was certainly not something Billy had thought of. He was on panic mode internally, attempting to find any response that could save his hide and accomplish what he set out to do. Unfortunately, the word-vomit button seemed to be misplaced under the button labeled "help".

"I'd like to marry your daughter, sir."

Hop's eyes grew just as big in size as El's had when she opened the door. He choked on his own surprise, coughing it off, then glaring at the boy in front of him. "Over my dead body, Hargrove. If that's all, I'd strongly advise you to get off of my fucking porch while you're still alive."

I hate to do this, you leave no choice; can't live without her. Love me or hate me, we will be boys- standing at that alter. And we will fly away, to another galaxy, you know. You know she's in love with me, she will go anywhere I go-

"Billy, he's just stubborn."

"No, no, I don't think he likes me."

Y/n sighed, rubbing her boyfriend's back. He hadn't told her of his proposal plans, only that Hop seemed to have it out for him. "It'll take time, but he'll warm up to you!"

"It's been how many years since he's met me?"

"To be fair, your reputation wasn't doing you any good until now..."

"It's not like that was fucking obvious." He slouched further down in the front seat of his Camaro. To Billy, all hope was lost. If he couldn't get Hopper to give him his blessing, he was sure he'd lose his goddamned mind.

Y/n frowned. Her frown flipped around as an idea popped into her head, her lips finding Billy's knuckles and quirking his attention. "Even if he never likes you, I'm not going anywhere."

Billy laughed softly, "he'll fucking kill me if you go against him."

"Eh, that's only if he can catch us."

"You're out of your fucking mind, Y/n Hopper."

"I know."

The rest of the night was spent in the Camaro, of course, doing one of Billy's favorite pastimes. By the time the sun rose, Billy was sneaking a kiss to a giggling Y/n before dropping from her window in the cabin and running to his car, parked far enough that Hop or El wouldn't notice. He blew her one more kiss, which she pretended to catch, then he broke into a sprint.

Maybe, he thought, just maybe; there was still a chance.

His knuckles hit the door again, shifting on his feet nervously. It swung open to reveal Hopper, an unimpressed look bringing no surprise Billy's way. It was quite expected, honestly.

"What." His tone made it clear he wasn't up for fucking around.

"Mr. Hopper, if you just give me one chance to prove to you that-"

"No, no, no, no, no. Let me make it very clear to you that I want you to have nothing to do with my daughter whatsoever. No marriage, no friendship, I don't even approve of you guys fucking or whatever-"

"We're in a serious relationship, sir. It's nothing like you think it is."

This made Hop laugh. He continued to do so, holding his stomach, until he realized Billy was unamused. "Oh, you're serious?... My answer is still no, Hargrove. My answer will always be no. Go find someone else's daughter's heart to break. You're not hurting mine."

"It's not like-"

Before he could even get the words out, he was met with a door in his face. Turned down, again.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to know. You say I'll never get your blessing "till the day I die, tough luck my friend, 'cause the answer's still no!"

Why you gotta be so rude? Don't you know I'm human too? Why you gotta be so rude? I'm gonna marry her anyway. Marry that girl, marry her anyway! Marry that girl, yeah, no matter what you say! Marry that girl, and we'll be a family! Why you gotta be so rude, rude?

Again, again, and again, Billy incessantly pleaded with Hopper. Different tactics were all met with the same answer; rejection.

He held up a sign outside the cabin, only for Hopper to close the curtain and chuckle as he sipped his coffee.

He asked at the door again, only for Hop to threaten to give him a black eye (which was met with "aren't you the sheriff? Isn't that illegal?").

He raced past the police station, Max leaning out the window with another sign, only for Hop to threaten them with holding cells.

He even went as far as to ask Max and El to help, but Hopper had none of that, and sent Max home with a rant full of nos.

However, if Jim Hopper thought any of it would get it into Billy's head that getting his blessing was just not happening- he was as wrong as Nancy when she claimed not to have feelings for Jonathan.

Billy had another plan in mind, and this one was impossible to say no to.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to know. You say I'll never get your blessing "till the day I die, tough luck my friend- but no still means no!"

"Hopper." Billy stood before his desk, interrupting his nice date with a delicious doughnut, and earning a very annoyed glare. "I got Miss Byer's blessing. Aren't you two a thing?"

"You son of a-"

"I got Eleven's too."

"Hargrove, I'm gonna-"

"Before you cuss me out, I think you should know that I've got a stable job, an interview with a mechanic so I have a job when the pool closes for the winter, and I've got a house on the market I'm looking at. I'm devoted to your daughter and she's devoted to me. You may not like me, but I think you're a great dad, better than the one I was unfortunately stuck with. You raised a strong and amazing woman. She's incredible and I admit, she deserves better than me-"

"You don't have to say that twice." Hopper huffed, crossing his arms.

"I know she deserves so much better than me, I'm surprised she's even with me too. But she loves me, and I think you can see that. I love her too. I would never, in a million years, break her heart."

Jim stayed silent for a few minutes. The silence brought uneasiness to Billy, but that was intentional on Hopper's behalf. He finally piped up with a cough, clearing his throat, before his piercing eyes met Billy's blue orbs.

"I'll hold you to that, Hargrove."

Why you gotta be so rude? Don't you know I'm human too? Why you gotta be so rude? I'm gonna marry her anyway. Marry that girl, marry her anyway! Marry that girl, yeah, no matter what you say! Marry that girl, and we'll be a family! Why you gotta be so rude? Why you gotta be so rude?

Bonus:

(after the wedding)

"What was that about a no?" Billy quipped with his infamous smirk.

"You're lucky I'm sheriff, Hargrove."

Why you gotta be so rude?

[fybillielourd]

I grew up with three parents: a mom, a dad and Princess Leia. I guess Princess Leia was kind of like my stepmom–technically family, but deep down I didn’t really like her. She literally and metaphorically lived on a planet I had never been to. When Leia was around, there wasn’t as much room for my mom–for Carrie. As a child, I couldn’t understand why people loved Leia as much as they did. I didn’t want to watch her movie, I didn’t want to dress up like her, I didn’t even want to talk about her. I just wanted my mom–the one who lived on Earth, not Tatooine. I didn’t watch Star Wars until I was about 6 years old. (And I technically didn’t finish it until I was 9 or 10. I’m sorry! Don’t judge me!) My mom used to love to tell people that every time she tried to put it on, I would cover my ears and yell, “It’s too loud, Mommy! Turn it off!”–or fearfully question, “Is that lady in the TV you?” It wasn’t until middle school that I finally decided to watch it of my own accord–not because I suddenly developed a keen interest in ’70s sci-fi, but because boys started coming up to me and saying they fantasized about my mom. My mom? The lady who wore glitter makeup like it was lotion and didn’t wear a bra to support her much-support-needed DD/F’s? They couldn’t be talking about her! I had to investigate who this person was they were talking about. So I went home and watched the movie I had forever considered too loud and finally figured out what all the fuss was about the lady in the TV. I’d wanted to hate it so I could tell her how lame she was. Like any kid, I didn’t want my mom to be “hot” or “cool”–she was my mom. I was supposed to be the “cool,” “hot” one–not her! But staring at the screen that day, I realized no one is, or ever will be, as hot or as cool as Princess F-cking Leia. (Excuse my language. She’s just that cool!) Later that year, I went to Comic-Con with my mom. It was the first time I realized how widespread and deep people’s love for Leia was, even after so many years. It was surreal: people of all ages from all over the world were dressed up like my mom, the lady who sang me to sleep at night and held me when I was scared. Watching the amount of joy it brought to people when she hugged them or threw glitter in their faces was incredible to witness. People waited in line for hours just to meet her. People had tattoos of her. People named their children after her. People had stories of how Leia saved their lives. It was a side of my mom I had never seen before. And it was magical. I realized then that Leia is more than just a character. She’s a feeling. She is strength. She is grace. She is wit. She is femininity at its finest. She knows what she wants, and she gets it. She doesn’t need anyone to defend her, because she defends herself. And no one could have played her like my mother. Princess Leia is Carrie Fisher. Carrie Fisher is Princess Leia. The two go hand in hand. When I graduated from college, like most folks, I was trying to figure out what the hell to do with my life. I went to school planning to throw music festivals, but always had this little sliver of me that wanted to do what my parents pushed me so hard not to do–act. I was embarrassed to admit I was even slightly interested. So when my mom called me and told me they wanted me to come in to audition for Star Wars, I pretended it wasn’t a big deal–I even laughed at the concept–but inside I couldn’t think of anything that would make me happier. A couple weeks later I went in for my audition. I probably had never been more nervous in my life. I was terrified and most likely made a fool of myself, but I kind of had a great time doing it. I assumed they would never call me, but after that audition, I realized I wanted to give the whole acting thing a shot. I was definitely afraid, but as a wise woman once said, “Stay afraid, but do it anyway … The confidence will follow.” About a month later, they somehow ended up calling. And there I was, on my way to be in motherf-cking Star Wars. Whoa. Growing up, my parents treated film sets like a house full of people with the flu: they kept me away from them at all costs. So on that fateful first day driving up to Pinewood, I was like a doe-eyed child. I couldn’t tell my mom, but little sassy, sarcastic, postcollege me felt like a giddy, grateful middle schooler showing up to a fancy new school. On that first day, my mom and I sat next to each other in the hair and makeup trailer. (Actually, she wasn’t really one for sitting, so she paced up and down and around me, occasionally reapplying her already overapplied glitter makeup and feeding Gary, her French bulldog.) Between glitterings, the hairstylist crafted what was to become General Leia’s hairstyle, then it was on to me: little Lieutenant Connix. Funnily enough, my mom had more to say about my hairstyle than her own. Even though she complained for years about how the iconic Leia buns “further widened my already wide face,” she desperately wanted me to carry on the face-widening family tradition! Some people carry on their family name, some people carry on holiday traditions–I was going to carry on the family hairstyle. So after we tested a few other space-appropriate hairstyles, we decided to embrace the weird galactic nepotism of it all and went with the mini–Leia buns. She stood in the mirror behind me and smiled like we had gotten matching tattoos. Our secret-handshake hairstyle. On the first day of this thing I could now call “work,” I walked into the Resistance Base set for rehearsal and J.J. Abrams, the director, told me where to stand and what to do–basically just press some pretty real-looking fake buttons. But I have to say, just pressing those buttons and observing the rest of the scene was one of the most fun things I had ever done. I had no lines in the scene, but my mom kept checking on me like I was delivering a Shakespearean monologue. “Are you O.K.?” she asked. “Do you need anything?” I scoffed at her maternal questions like a child embarrassed by her mother yelling goodbye too loud in a carpool line: “Mommy, go away! I’m fine. Focus on you, not me!” In the moment, I was humiliated that my mom was moming me on my first day of work, on the Star Wars set, of all places. But now I realize she was just being protective. Sets are extremely intimidating–I was too green at the time to know that–and she assumed I would be scared as hell. But weirdly, I wasn’t. At risk of sounding insane, something about this bizarre new world made me feel right at home. I had found a place with an empty puzzle slot that perfectly matched my weird-shaped puzzle piece. That night, on the long London-traffic-filled ride back from set, she turned to me and smiled. “Bits,” she said. “You know, most people aren’t as comfortable on sets as you were today. Especially on the f-cking Star Wars set, of all places!” (Excuse my language, but that was her language.) “This might be something you should think about doing.” At first I laughed, assuming she was kidding. But she continued to look me straight in the eye with no inkling of irony in sight. My mom was telling me I should act–my mom? The lady who spent my entire life convincing me acting was the last thing I should do? It couldn’t be true. But it was. I haven’t had many moments like this in my life–those aha moments everyone talks about. This was my first real one. My mom wanted me to be an actress. That was when I realized I had to give it a shot. She used to sarcastically quip that she knew all along what a massive hit Star Wars would be. As with most things, she was kidding. She was absolutely and totally beyond shocked by the massive global phenomenon that was the first Star Wars trilogy. It changed her life forever. Then, when it happened again almost 40 years later, she was even more absolutely and totally beyond shocked. It changed her life yet again. But that time, it changed my life too. I thought getting to make one Star Wars movie with her was a once-in-a-lifetime thing; then they asked me to come do the next movie and I got to do my once-in-a-lifetime twice. On our second movie together, I really tried to take a step back and appreciate what I was doing. I couldn’t tell her because she’d think I was lame, but getting to watch her be Leia this time made me feel like the proud mom. Watching the original Star Wars movies as a kid in my mom’s bed, I never imagined the lady in the TV would get older and get back in the TV. And I definitely never imagined we would end up in the TV together. But that’s where we ended up. Two little ladies in the TV together–Leia and little Lieutenant Connix. We wrapped The Last Jedi a little less than six months before she died. I went back to L.A. to film the show I was on, and she stayed in London to film the show she was on. One of the last times we spoke on the phone, she talked about how excited she was that the next movie in the trilogy was going to be Leia’s movie. Her movie. She used to say that in the original movies, she got to be “the only girl in an all-boys fantasy.” But with each new Star Wars movie, the all-boys fantasy started to become a boys-and-girls fantasy. She was no longer a part of a fantasy, but the fantasy herself. Leia was not just a sidekick one of the male leads had on his arm, or a damsel in distress. She was the hero herself. The princess became the general. My mom died on Dec. 27, 2016. Two days after Christmas, four days before New Year’s and about a year before she was supposed to appear in her final Star Wars film. Losing my mom is the hardest thing I’ve ever been through. I lost my best friend. My little lady in the TV. My Momby. And I inherited this weird, intimidating thing called her legacy. Suddenly I was in charge of what would come of her books, her movies and a bunch of other overwhelming things. I was now the keeper of Leia. About a year later, J.J. called me into his office to talk about the plans for Leia. We both agreed she was too important to be written off in the classic Star Wars introductory scroll. This last movie was supposed to be Leia’s movie, and we wanted it to remain that, as much as possible. What I hadn’t known–and what J.J. told me that day –was that there was footage of my mom that they had collected over the years that hadn’t made it into the movies, footage that J.J. told me would be enough to write an entire movie around. It was like she had left us a gift that would allow Leia’s story to be completed. I was speechless. (Anyone who knows me knows that doesn’t happen very often.) J.J. asked me if I would want to come back as Lieutenant Connix. I knew it would be one of the most painful, difficult things I would ever do, but I said yes for her–for my mom. For Leia. For everyone Leia means so much to. For everyone Leia gives strength to. For my future kids, so someday they’ll have one more movie to watch that Mommy and Grandma were in together. So they can ask me about the lady–now ladies–in the TV and tell me to turn it down because it’s too loud. I grew up with three parents: a mom, a dad and Princess Leia. Initially, Princess Leia was kind of like my stepmom. Now she’s my guardian angel. And I’m her keeper.

[zafirosreverie]

Hey can you make a Agatha x reader where Wanda hurts the reader on accident and Agatha goes full witch and kicks wandas butt and then flys reader home and takes care of her wounds please. Love you fics by the way.

Aww you're so sweet. Thank you so much, love! I had so much fun writting this ❤.

I got another request for Agatha with a vampire reader so i decided to do both in one. I got a little carried away tho, so there will be at least two parts. Let me know of want more. Hope you like it!

Share my infinite (Agatha x Fem!reader) part 1

“Thank you” you said to the man in front of you as you left the grocery store and walked to your house. It was a pretty day in Westview, as always. The sun was bright, the birds were singing, the grass was green and everyone was trapped in a horrible pain inside their minds. Yeah. Beautiful. 

You sighed and groaned, covering your eyes from the light as you kept walking. God, you hated being here. Sure, it was nice at first, having the opportunity to see another scenery, one different from the forest you lived in. But having sun all the fucking days? Your worst nightmare. You loved being in the dark, the rain, the grey sky. It calmed you like nothing else could, with the exception of your girlfriend. 

You smiled at the simple thought of her. You and Agatha had been together for the past 100 years, and every single day, you fall in love with her a little more. How could you not? She was smart, passionate, funny, beautiful and powerful. You knew she wasn’t exactly a good person, but you weren’t an angel either, and she was hot so she could get away with it. She was just perfect. 

And she was so patient with you, always teaching you new things and happily answering your questions about everything. She even taught you some magic tricks, even if you weren’t a witch. Actually, you thought it was one of the things she liked about you, she could teach you everything about her culture because you were not part of it, which meant you always found everything she told you pretty amazing.

But, it was also one of the things she feared the most. You not being a witch, meant you weren’t biologically immortal like her. Somewhere on your genealogical tree was a dark secret. You had vampire’s blood on your veins. Just a little part that allowed you to heal quickly and age pretty slowly, but you were not a full vampire either, and still had a date of expiry. And that knowledge broke Agatha’s heart.

She has been trying to find a way to make you immortal like her, but she hasn't found one yet. That’s why she was always so protective of you. She was already fighting against time for you, so the thought of you being injured and taken away from her even sooner, scared the hell out of her. 

When she felt a strong magic coming from this part of the world, she decided she needed to know what it was, because maybe, just maybe, this could be the answer she needed to make sure you’ll stay with her forever. 

You chuckled at the memory of her trying to convince you to come with her. Of course you would have come even if she didn’t ask you to, but you always found too cute how her baby blue eyes lit up with hope whenever she found something that, perhaps, could give you eternal life. It made you feel so special, that Agatha loved you enough to keep searching for a way to make you immortal, even after all these years. 

“Y/N!” a little voice came from behind you and you turned to see Billy and Tommy walking up to you, bright smiles in their faces. You waited til they were by your side and smiled too. 

“Hi boys, how are you?” you asked while they hugged you. The twins were the only other thing besides your precious witch that helped you endure Wanda’s ordeal. They were pretty good boys and they adored you and Agatha Agnes, they even called you “aunties” sometimes.

“We’re fine, you? How 's aunt Agnes?” Billy asked and you smiled. He had always bonded better with your girlfriend, while Tommy was totally yours. 

“She’s fine, thanks” you answered “what are you two doing here tho?” you asked and frowned a little. It was strange for them to be wandering around by themselves. 

“Mom and dad are arguing, again” Tommy said and shrugged. Your frown deepened. 

Wanda and Vision had been arguing a little too much lately. You knew it all started because of Agatha, who wanted Vision to be conscious so it could distract Wanda and let her be closer to her and her magic, but this, you were sure it wasn’t just Agatha. This was Wanda losing control of her own ilusion and it was hurting her sons.

“Well, my arms are getting tired, so why don’t you help me and we can make a cake with Agnes when we get home?” you asked jokingly and their faces lit up. You just had bread and milk on your arms, but that was enough for them. They just wanted an excuse to spend time with their aunties.

You chuckled when Tommy took the milk from you while Billy took the bread. Each one of them took one of your hands and the three of you walked home. Deep in your heart, you knew these kids weren’t even real, or at least, they were not supposed to be real, and when the time comes, you’ll be heartbroken to say goodbye. But for now, you’ll enjoy the time you had with them.

This thought made you think of Agatha. Did she feel like this too? She had been dealing for years with the knowledge that you will be gone someday. You always assured her that you still had time, but now that you were feeling some sadness at the thought of losing the twins, you weren’t so sure anymore. You really had to make sure your time with her would be worth it. 

You were still thinking about it when you heard an explosion and felt the twins freezing at your sides. When you looked up, you saw Vision flying away and a big red smoke coming your way from Wanda’s house. Your reaction was instinctive.

“Y/N!” you heard Billy screaming as you hugged them both, covering them with your body. 

You didn’t need any powers to feel their fear. The way Billy’s hand grabbed your shirt as a life saver and how Tommy hid his face on your chest, was enough. 

When the smoke hit you, you screamed. It felt as if all your body was burning.You couldn’t move, even when you wanted to run, so you just hugged the kids tighter. Suddenly, it all stopped.

You blinked and quickly looked at the twins, making sure they were fine. Something inside you, told you this was just the calm before the storm. 

“Run” you told them “Run to the park and hide, now!” You could feel they didn’t want to leave you, but they nodded and obeyed you anyway. You started running to your house, wanting to make sure Agatha was fine. The house was literally next to Wanda’s house, after all.

You barely made it to the front door when another wave of red hit you and you fell to your knees, screaming. This time it was so much worse. You could feel Wanda’s burning rage and desperation. She was trying to keep everything in control, but was quickly losing it because her husband wouldn’t obey her anymore and her grief was giant. 

This is an accident. She will stop soon. You tried to calm yourself, but the pain was too much for you to handle. 

Wanda went outside her house just to see you crying on the floor, red strings around you, like chains. She gasped and tried to help, but her magic didn’t respond. She wasn’t in control anymore.

“Y/N!” You heard Agatha’s voice from somewhere near you. 

She sounded desperate and angry. You have heard that tone just once before, and it didn’t end well for the men that had hurt you. You knew she was about to unleash hell, and the last thought you had before passing out, looking at Wanda, was Run. Run, Witch, run.

[stephspurs]

A Family Affair | Euro 2020 Football Fanfiction

Hi besties!! here is the long awaited part 9!! I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did whilst writing it!! a big thank you goes to @emwritesfootball for proofing this part & making sure its up to scratch for all of you lovely readers! Let me know what you think babes hehehe!! Love Always, Steph xx

Part 9. | nona parte

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The season kicked off in the middle of August and Amelia had been more than prepared for her first match in the premier league. She spent day after day analysing the players in the first team, introducing them to the magical world of rehearsed tactics. It wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows for the brilliant girl; she had to learn how to implement the plays coupled with the speed of the game. But so far, so good. Chelsea have been winning and her plays have been working, the boys were getting the hang of it - no matter how apprehensive they were at the start.

Jorgi played a big part in demonstrating the success of the play, performing best in his midfield role to guide the game and direct the change in play to his teammates. By the time they had played a few fixtures, they had really gotten the hang of her approach to set pieces and began to put their trust in the young girl. They were starting to see results and wanted to keep the winning streak going while they could. The fourth fixture in the new season was one that Amelia was looking forward to, personally: Chelsea v Aston Villa, Stamford Bridge, 3pm kick off.

Jack and Amelia had grown closer and closer, FaceTime‘dates’ as Jack would call them, a weekly occurrence. She had spoken to him just as much as she had spoken to Jorgi - and they were still carpooling to and from Cobham together. Her friendship with Jack was full of easy conversation and flirtatious banter, teetering over the line of friendship but being that they were kept physically apart, the friendship line remained largely intact. One person that had drifted even further away from her, despite her believing that it couldn't be possible, was Ben Chilwell.

Every time she walked into a room that he was in, if he didn't have to be there he would immediately leave. Amelia didn’t understand what the problem was. Yeah sure, they were flirty together in Mykonos but they never crossed a line together, no matter how many times the wine went straight to their heads. If anything, she should be the one running away from him. She was the one who sent him a couple of messages here and there that he just opened. She spoke to Mason, Jorgi, Billy Gilmour - who was another one of the boys she had developed a strong friendship with - and all of them insisted they didn’t understand their friend's strange behaviour.

On the evening before the Villa match, Amelia was laying on the couch in her townhouse binge watching yet another docu-series on Netflix when her doorbell rang. This was strange, most people that came past the house these days had their own set of keys (her parents, her brother, Jorgi) or they texted to let her know they were outside. Her townhouse was three stories high, so if she was upstairs on the top level vacuuming the chances of her hearing the door were slim to none. Either way, she got up off of her loveseat  and walked to the front door, peeking through the peephole - she lived in London, alone, she wasn’t opening that door until she knew exactly who was on the other side.

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“To what do I owe this visit, Benjamin?”

“Hi, Mils.”

“Wow, nickname basis already - I thought only friends called each other by their nicknames.”

“Did you think we weren’t friends?”

“Well, friends don’t treat friends the way you’ve treated me since the evening I left Mykonos.”

With a sigh, Ben looked down at his feet. I did feel a small bit of guilt for that one, but he deserved it. Continuing to find the cracks in the marble step of my door’s threshold more interesting than facing my expression, I took a step back and forced Ben to look up at me.

“Well, are you going to come inside? I’ve got the kettle on and a really good series going that I would like to get back to.”

With a charming smile, Ben took a step forward, took the door handle out of my hand and shut it behind him. Slipping out of his shoes, he followed me down the short hallway to my kitchen and pulled a seat out at the island bench.

“So, really now - why are you here? Nervous about tomorrow?” I questioned as I took two cups out of the cupboard and brewed one tea for him, one coffee for me. 3 years in Italy and coffee in the evening became the norm for me. It was my comfort drink.

“I’m here to apologise for the way I've been acting towards you for the past six weeks. I’ll be honest, I don’t know why I’ve been like this”

“Cut the crap Ben, you know exactly why you’ve been doing it. Now tell me the truth or, as far as I'm concerned, you never came here tonight and tomorrow we will be back to how we were yesterday - you running away from me and me pretending that it doesn't bother me. Even though all it does is bother me.” Not expecting that outburst to come out of me, and to be fair neither did I, Ben looked me in the eye and stayed silent, choosing his next words carefully.

“The first time I saw you, the night you told your brother off in the rec room at St. George’s Park, I thought you were the most determined woman I had ever seen in my life. Not scared of the 30 grown men who were very obviously all on the same side, literally. Then the next time I saw you, after the final match, how you comforted your brother when you were at the highest of highs and he was lower than low, I thought you had more compassion than every person in that stadium put together.”

“When you came to SGP again the next day and delivered the tactical analysis of the game you won, I thought ‘wow she is so intellectually brilliant’. And then when you turned up in Mykonos, all sunkissed and relaxed, sitting next to me and involving me in conversation with my pals but making me feel like you wanted my contribution...I remember it like it was yesterday. Amelia, you smiled at me and my heart did a somersault in my chest.”

“You shut me down outside the club that evening, and when we came back inside I caught the end of your conversation with Jorgi about Fede. Putting two and two together, I understood all that I needed to. The few days after that we carried on like normal. Then, you left and I didn't know if I would ever see you again to be fair. When you messaged me, I got too nervous to reply because I didn't know how to just be your friend. And then when I thought I had finally gotten through a day without thinking about my friend's little sister, you showed up at Cobham as my tactical analyst. I didn’t know what to do Mils, I don't know how to be just your friend when I've had nothing but unfriendly thoughts about you since the first time I saw you command that room of men you had never met in your life.”

The whistle of the kettle ringing out behind me is the only noise filling the kitchen. I’m staring at Ben; he’s staring back at me with nothing but truth behind his eyes and his heart on his sleeve.

“Benj, what you were feeling, what you are feeling is totally valid and I never want you to feel like you can’t share those feelings with me. You’re right, Mykonos changed things for me. What you were feeling was reciprocated, but Ben, I was going back to Italy. At that exact moment, I had no idea I would end up here. I thought I was enjoying a break before another high-intensity season in Italy. I wanted to kiss you so badly at the club that night, but I knew it would only hurt you. I’m used to being hurt, it's a feeling I've grown to expect. But you, you’re too pure to experience the kind of hurt that comes along with knowing you’re making a bad decision, but doing it anyway, because I wanted to be selfish with your heart.”

“Amelia, can I ask you something?” I nodded, holding my breath as I braced myself for the question poised behind his eyes. “If you were in the mood to be selfish, what would have come from that evening?”

“I can probably show you better than I can tell you,”

Walking around the island bench, I pulled the back of Ben’s chair slightly so he pivoted towards me. Standing in between his tracksuit-covered legs, I ran both hands up his arms until I got to his neck and finally beside his face. Threading my fingers through his hair, I pulled his face towards mine and our lips met. It was as soft as a butterfly kiss but as powerful as anything I had ever felt before. His hands wound around my waist and settled themselves on the small of my back before travelling down and giving my backside a gentle caress, forcing a laugh out of my lips and straight into his mouth. Pulling away slightly, so we both had a bit of breathing space to sort out our lightheadedness, Ben spoke his next words very softly.

“I need you to promise me something, Amelia.You need to promise me that you will stop thinking about my heart before your own. I am old enough to make my own decisions, and the decision to ignore you for these past few weeks has been one of the worst ones I've made in a really long time. But I did make it, and it was because I got scared, and I hurt you, and I am so sorry. The decision to come here tonight however, I feel like it more than makes up for that one very very stupid one”

“You’re such a smooth talker, Benj.”

“Say my name again, Mils, you don’t know what it does to me.”

“Down boy, your tea is going cold and I need to find out who killed Sophie in West Cork.Meet me in the lounge.”

A few hours had passed and it was nearing 10pm, well past Amelia’s bed time, but Ben was still sitting on her couch, feet on the table (despite her telling him to remove them) and arm around the back of her shoulders.

“Chilly, I don’t want you to think I'm not interested in you because I so am, I just don’t want to rush into anything. What I left behind in Italy was complicated and heavy; I'm still trying to learn how to exist without him if I'm honest. I want you to just give me the space I need to grow into my own here in the city, if that’s okay with you.”

“Of course it's okay, Mils. From what Jorgi has told me about Fede, I can understand why you want to take it slow now. But please, don’t call me Chilly. My friends call me Chilly, and Mills. I thought I made it clear before that I don’t want to be your friend.”

“To me, you’re Benj. Thank you. Wait - what do you mean what Jorgi has told you about Fede?”

“I may have asked a couple times about you, and for the record, he is team Bamelia.”

“Bamelia? That is the ugliest word I have ever heard. Never use it again.”

“How can it be ugly? It's mostly your name, and nothing associated with you could ever be considered anything less than beautiful.”

“Stop being so smooth Benj, you’re going to make me blush in a minute.”

“Good, can’t wait to see how you could possibly look even cuter than you do right now.”

“That’s enough Benjamin.”

“Okay I’m done now.”

Part 10. | parte dieci

[mandareeboo]

ok now im curious what your most petty thing is (regarding the dp post)

Oooh boy, here we go! Buckle up fuckers this is gonna be a longer one.

My senior year of high school, I took a creative writing class. Partially because I needed to fill the slot, mostly because I wanted to improve my writing (spoiler: I did not). Now, my high school was a three floor building- first was mostly gym, second was general, and the third was senior lockers and art classes. I spent a good chunk of my schedule senior year on the second and third floor, going between an art class to my earth science (I took that one entirely as filler, but also bc I like science) to my locker and so on.

Creative writing? Creative writing was in the fucking basement. Go to the first floor, go to a corner generally used for health and development classes, to another corner, follow a ramp and some stairs, and boom there it is kind of basement. (Side note but this teacher was REALLY into attendance and would get you in trouble if you were late which was really annoying since basically no other class was in that part of the building).

My creative writing teacher wasn't bad, per se. I've had worse teachers. I had an algebra teacher who delighted in making freshman girls cry and mocking them for it. I had a journalism teacher who would use her class time reporting how Hilary was secretly ill during the election. I had a history teacher say trans people weren't real to an openly gender nonconforming student (I didn't know them well enough to ask for specifics on their alignment, but they were using they/them at that point) and set up assignments just to mock students on the take they were told to make. It was more that she was uncreative and took it out on the kids doing creative writing.

She gave us two books to read. Basically “how I write” by published authors. I don’t remember the first one well enough and I donated it ages ago, but the second was Stephen King’s “On Writing”. It was 3/4′s personal stories about his life and 1/4′s “also write a bit every day”.  I mostly remember the first author bc she had those fake dreadlocks white people do when they destroy their hair and she gleefully told a story about making her son have a meltdown at a party or wedding or something bc he got overwhelmed and she wanted him to learn that “sometimes you don’t get what you want”. So. You know. Not much there.

She also instructed us to write in a journal every day, which she would check every few months or so. It had to be at least half a page. She would leave little comments in every one else’s journals when she checked them, but not mine- I realized pretty quickly she was a bit uncomfortable with LGBT+ content, so I made it my mission to make every journal drabble as gay as possible bc I was bored and she couldn’t mark them WRONG when she just stated we needed to write.

But it doesn’t end there! Through the entire class, we got exactly five writing projects. Stories that follow very specific guidelines that we would then read in front of the class, group proofread, and then have the teacher give final grades for. These things were approximately like a thousand words a piece, and I was writing out my 10,000 word “It Starts off Small” story in class when I got bored, so it wasn’t difficult. 

Our first project was a character going through a difficult decision. Or... something? I honestly forget the criteria. Anyway, I was HYPE. I’d had this idea for a long time now a human choosing between peaceful death or reincarnation, and this gave me the push to write it! I had a whole thing planned with death being a deer and reincarnation being a wolpertinger (bc reincarnation leads to many possibilities, ed boy, so a Frankenstein bunny made sense to me). Anyway I poured my heart and soul into this bastard and, bright eyed and bushy tailed, handed it in. My classmates all thought it was pretty good. Not to toot m’own horn, but there was some pretty bad ones going in, so I thought I’d get a solid B or something.

I got a D. I guess the struggle was too metaphorical, or it didn’t perfectly fit her criteria. I was devastated. Then I was mad. Bc I was a bored senior who thought they’d made something pretty decent for this completely optional class and her refusal to see that really hurt me at sixteen (I was always a year younger than my other classmates, so despite being a senior I didn’t turn eighteen until almost a year after graduation)

Well, fuck it, I decided. I’m going to parody the shit out of this class.

Our next project was a fantasy story. I was bitter and grumpy. The other fantasy stories read aloud were stuff like “yeah this dude fought a wizard and got a girl, then they went home and banged” (this was not hyperbole, he would’ve written and read the smut if allowed, I knew him personally) and “this girl that NO ONE UNDERSTOOD was called CRAZY but this S@!$ cheerleader who Stole Her Boyfriend so she killed them all” (fun fact: the girl who wrote that was my age and a sort of half-friend from middle school. She was a yaoi fangirl who didn’t mind lesbians as long as they, you know, didn’t FLIRT with her or something.) 

So I get up there. It’s the last day of presentations. And I present with a polite cheer. My story is about two magical shepherd type figures who are called Sister Brighten and Brother Dick as they chase down a werewolf who was drunk off his ass and accidentally bit someone else. They then revealed they were basically supernatural designated drivers for the whole town. I made Brighten mention that Dick’s name wasn’t even Richard. I titled it “His Favorite Brand is Grayhound”. It fit every single criteria. I got an A. I could tell she didn’t want to, because there was no comments or anything like everyone else’s, but she had to follow her own criteria.

Our third was a conjoined effort thing so I didn’t pull any fuckery there, but the fourth one was about common myths and spinning them into real or fake. One girl did the hook-handed door handle thing and the boyfriend ended up above his truck hanging (somehow???). I think someone did the age-old adage of a haunted wedding dress? I kind of read through those presentations. 

Now, I’m salty-salty at this point. I wasn’t expecting His Favorite Brand is Grayhound to get me a good grade. I half-assed a lot of it. I am in full Not Happy Teenager at this point. I grab a daddy long leg and settle in.

My fourth story of the year is “Paperskin.”

Paperskin is about a boy named Billy with the thinnest skin membrane ever. Just full on body horror. You could see his teeth behind his lips. Billy gets bored one day and wanders out of his house, tries to kick a soccer ball, and breaks a leg. As he’s laying in the grass a daddy long leg bites him- and his skin is so flimsy the fangs sink in and he dies. I’m actually still pretty proud of Paperskin. It’s a horrifying, Edgar Allen Poe of a monstrosity, but it made people squirm, which was the point. The teacher is clearly a bit unnerved at this point, but she gives me another A. 

I wrote a more “normal” story after that of a contentious objector forced to house kids going to see if any confirmed soldier deaths were any of their parents as my final one and I could feel her spite as she gave me a B.

So, yeah. That’s the story of when I tormented my creative writing teacher with The Gays and my weird ass sense of humor after she called one of my best works at that age a piece of shit.

 Here’s a google drive of these bad boys, because yes I do still have these things. I turned these fuckers in for grades, people.

[supersapphical]

The Witch Queen's Death

Suptober Prompt Day 12 "Hellbound"

SPN Rarepairtober Prompt Day 12 "First Death"

Pairing: Billie/Rowena

Word Count: 1,244

Summary: Billie comes to collect Rowena's soul when she dies.

Note: This is technically a follow-up to my first Billie/Rowena drabble but it can be read as a standalone.

Read on AO3

By the time Rowena was a young girl, just barely into her teens, she had already seen enough death and misery to last a lifetime. The brutal poverty she had been born into had left an indelible mark upon her and she became obsessed with avoiding the perils of poverty at all costs. She had seen her family and friends die, from diseases, from war and she had seen the way of the world. The only people who truly benefited were the ones at the top. So she needed power and she needed wealth and she needed a means to stop death and disease. She needed witchcraft.

Now, as one of the most powerful witches currently alive, she needs a way to die. She's worked her entire life to make herself untouchable but now she turns to Sam Winchester, puts the blade into his hand and insists he kill her. Sam Winchester, the poor boy, is distraught. He doesn't understand, can't understand what it is to live for centuries, to outlive so many others. She has met Death and she isn't scared anymore, she understands that in this moment, her sacrifice is necessary. If she doesn't help now, the world as she knows it will end and what will be the point of living then?

Rowena has to help Sam stab her and then she stumbles over to the gaping hole in the earth. She turns back to gaze beatifically upon Sam as she lets her body go limp and fall backwards into the hell pit. She's falling through a moment in time, surrounded by the screaming souls being sucked back in around her, she feels calmer than she thought she would ever feel in death. She had always imagined her death as a horrible, violent end. This was different, this was a choice she made to protect people she had grown to care for and wasn't that a strange feeling?

"Did you think you could avoid me by throwing yourself directly into hell?" Billie is suddenly by her side. Rowena opens her eyes to see that her body is continuing to fall into the pit but she has been left behind. "The fall, of course, would always kill your mortal body long before you could ever reach the bottom. Though your magic did keep yours intact for longer than I would have guessed."

Rowena feels strangely proud of this. She'd devoted a lot of time to spells that would extend her life. "You don't live over 300 years without ever dying once without some exceptionally powerful magic."

"Yes, this is your first death, isn't it?" Billie muses. "You've come very close a few other times. I nearly had you when Lucifer tried to kill you. That clever little spell of yours kept you in limbo before pulling you back into your body, though. What did that feel like, anyway?"

"Awful," Rowena says. "It was a nightmare being trapped like that in a state of half consciousness before the spell could heal my body and return my spirit. I'd never want to do that again."

"You'd rather finally come to me, then?" Billie smiles, holding out her hand.

"Well, you do make it seem like an attractive offer," Rowena smiles. They are hovering in the pit as damned souls are dragged downwards all around them, the opening of the pit a small pinprick of light above them.

"And yet you hesitate to take me up on it," Billie says.

"This is a strange moment for me," Rowena says. "I've never sacrificed myself for anyone before."

"You didn't think yourself capable of it," Billie says. "But I told you, didn't I? You'd come to me willingly. It was always going to end this way for you."

"Always?" Rowena asks softly.

"As you pointed out, you worked very hard to be unkillable but everything must die. You would always eventually have found something worth dying for," Billie tilts her head, her hand still extended. "Are you ready to go now?"

"I have one more request," Rowena says.

"That's not really the way this works," Billie raises an eyebrow but drops her hand.

"Maybe not usually, but since Death herself came to reap me, and made such a big deal about how unkillable I am, I'd assume that entitles me to one small request," Rowena puts on her most flirtatious smile.

"I'm listening," Billie's face is neutral but Rowena knows that Billie must be curious or she wouldn't even bother to humor her.

"One more kiss before you reap me," Rowena says. "That's all I ask. I think that would be a good way to leave this life, don't you?"

Billie nods a bit and then says, "You might find you don't mind the other side nearly as much as you think you will. I know you dread it. I know you're stalling. You've already made your choice. The only thing for you to do now is come with me and see it for yourself."

"Well, frankly," Rowena says brightly even though she doesn't feel nearly as bright as she sounds. "It's possible that since I've never been to hell, I can't judge it but the screaming souls around me were fighting to get out for a reason. I'd just like one more little scandalous thing to happen to me before I go. A kiss from the Death herself would fit the bill perfectly."

"Who says you'll go to hell?" Billie asks, a half smile playing on her lips.

"Don't even try to tell me I won't," Rowena huffs. "I know what I am. I've worked very hard to be this way and I know where it leads."

"You did just sacrifice yourself to save others, that always earns some goodwill," Billie says.

"You're saying that one act wipes the rest of my record clean?" Rowena rolls her eyes. "You can't tell me you're willing to take me to heaven just because I did one good thing."

"It was more than just one good thing," Billie says gently. "It was a brave thing that saved a lot of lives."

"Still," Rowena sniffs.

"Still," Billie agrees and then shrugs. "It's not up to me, anyway. My place in the universe is very clear. I keep the balance by reaping souls but I don't have any control over where they go."

"Really?" Rowena asks, intrigued. "Then who decides that?"

"You'll have to come with me to find out," Billie says quietly.

"Oh, you're no fun," Rowena crosses her arms.

"Personally, I hope you end up in heaven," Billie smirks. "You'd find it unbearably boring and it would be funny to see the trouble you caused them up there."

Rowena stares Death in the face for a moment, wondering if any of this could possibly be real or if Billie is simply trying to make Rowena come with her. She takes a deep breath and nods, "Well, that's that then, I suppose. Time to go?"

Billie moves close to her, their faces inches apart, "Time to go."

Billie presses her lips to Rowena's and Rowena feels the spark of something endlessly fascinating. It feels like every first kiss with every lover she's ever had all at once. All of the romances of her life flash inside her, memories of sweethearts she'd long forgotten over her many years on earth come forth and it's as if all of them are kissing her at once. And then she is consumed by darkness.

Taglist: @spnrarepairbunker @shetheywolf @billiewena

[jadoue1999]

Wanda and the life she deserved (she’ll make sure of it) Chapter 8

Summary: In honor of the amazing bob that is ¨Agatha all along¨, this chapter is from Agatha’s point of view! Find out how this century old witch deals with the event of Westview and how Peter ended up wearing the damn necklace in the first place! (Still pissed we never got an explanation for that) Please enjoy!

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

Chapter 8: Agatha all along

Agatha had felt it in the air, a disturbance. A pulling force seemingly ripping through anything that should normally stop it. Similar to what created Westview, but this one was more contained, and a lot further. She did what any sane witch would do in her situation and rerouted the spell. A classic. Not interfering with anything, just taking what’s already there and changing the landing point. She didn’t have to wait long, soon, a young man with silver hair dropped on the stone floor. Agatha looked at the newcomer with amusement, Wanda couldn’t have done that, could she? Had the witch been so lost in grief that she ripped away a version of her brother? As the stranger stirred, she quickly hid in the shadows, first impressions were important after all. He cracked his eyes open and gripped his head in pain, the landing had to have been rough. She let him look around her dark dungeons, it was all about timing. She walked forward, slowly coming into view of the man.

“Well,” she started, amusement coloring her voice, “I see Wanda is getting desperate.”

The stranger eyed her with suspicion, slowly trying to get up to his feet. “Where am I?”

“I didn’t bring you here if that’s what you mean. Your unhinged sister did.”

“Lorna?” Agatha felt that the stranger had wanted to say another name, but it was apparently painful. Good, she could play with that.

“No dear, your twin,” she paused, reveling in his surprise and shock, followed by anger. She scoffed, “well, not technically, but details, details.” 

The man rose up to his feet quicker than anyone should be able to. Check for superspeed, definitely Wanda’s brother. He was still a little disoriented, so it wasn’t hard for Agatha to pluck him mid-step and bind him to the walls. The magic in the vines would be enough to contain him. She smirked as a series of curse words left his lips as he fought his bonds. Knowing there was no need for show now, she quickly casted a mind control spell on the man. 

Only for it to dissipate as soon as it reached him.

The witch frowned and tried again, to no avail. She tried reaching into his mind, only to find his thoughts flying at a thousand miles. She couldn’t get a grip, no matter how hard she concentrated. She opened her eyes to find that a migraine was now piercing through her skull. She tried her best to ignore it as she smirked. “Well, aren’t you a little problem?”

“My life’s purpose,” snarked the man.

Oh, he had spirit. She loved when they fought back, it made it all worthwhile when they finally broke. 

“Now, Pietro-“

“Name’s Peter.”

“Peter, you get to be the lucky guest star of the show,” Agatha announced, smugness in her voice. “Not only that, but I’m also going to give you a very secret mission.” The speedster glared at her, clearly not interested in her proposition. Tough crowd, I see. Nevertheless, she continued. “You see, I need information about a certain someone, you’ll be my eyes and ears.”

Peter scoffed at her plan, “not gonna happen, lady. You see, I’m part of a team, and they’ll notice I’m gone and when they do, they’ll-“

Agatha quickly casted a spell to stop his rambling. She found great satisfaction in seeing the man trying to talk. The panicked look on his face when he realized that no sound was coming out would definitely be a precious memory to look back upon. She walked over to the altar and opened the Darkhold. The spell book had to be containing tips or tricks to deal with speedsters. After a bit of looking, she found the few pages concerning this special type of power. She quickly read through the many tips and warning before finding what she was looking for.

“Hm,” scoffed Agatha, narrowing her eyes at the mutant as she closed the book. “I think the thing you need, is something much more tangible than a simple spell. Your brain is too fast, I need something real to make it last.” 

With a wave of her hand, a necklace appeared in her hand. It looked simple enough, there was about a dozen wooden beads with white shells. Agatha plucked a hair out of Peter’s head and began chanting in a language he couldn’t understand. The jewelry began to glow purple, Peter stared at it, uncertain of what was happening. Then, the witch took a step forward and that’s when he started struggling. Panicking is more accurate. All she could see was a moving blur, but it didn’t matter. She tightened the vine’s hold on him, the pain momentarily immobilizing the speedster. Those few seconds was all she needed to hook the necklace around his neck. She let his voice return as the memories of Wanda’s brother assaulted his mind, his screams echoing off the walls. It didn’t take long for the spell to take over him, Agatha released his bonds and led him upstairs. As they walked up the stairs, his clothes changed from a silver jacket and a band shirt to a black jacket with a purple Hawaiian shirt. 

She walked him outside, in front of Wanda’s house and nudged him forward with her magic; giving him the autonomy to fulfill his role. 

Agatha smirked as she watched Wanda welcome him into her home, her plan would work; she would get her answers.

...

 The contact had been lost. Ever since Halloween night, Agatha had lost her eyes and ears into Wanda’s house. She assumed she had casted him out or returned him to his dimension.

Imagine her surprise when he appeared out of nowhere, literally. She had been there for the twins, but the game had just become much more interesting. She eyed him carefully, noting how the necklace was still in place. Even though she couldn’t understand how he was still there, she acted like nothing was wrong. “Well, hello! I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced,” she held out a hand, “I’m Agnes, your neighbor to the right, my right not yours!”

The speedster didn’t seem to recognize her, which she was ever so thankful for. The memory spell she had casted back when he arrived was still doing its job. She had originally come for Wanda’s children, but getting her brother too was quite tempting. She quickly made her choice and turned to Wanda, faking worry. She proposed taking Tommy and Billy to give her a break, something Wanda seemed to find scandalous. Agatha reassured her; it wouldn’t be a problem. Plus, she could use her brother for repairs. 

She quickly got what she came here for, but the speedster refused to come. A flash of anger flared through her, she needed Wanda at her most vulnerable, how dare he try to foil her plan? 

Still, benevolent as she was, she let it slip. She had the boys anyway; she’d take care of him later. 

...

 Saying the twins were worried about their mom was an understatement, she could hear their worried thoughts all the way in the kitchen. Agatha was fixing them sandwiches, her neighbors were still at risk of suddenly joining her, she had to keep up the facade a little longer. Screaming from the outside distracted her from the boys. Not that they needed a caretaker; they were sitting on her couch, watching TV while eating the food she had just given them. 

“I’ll go check up on your mom, alright? I’ll be right back.”

Wanda was with the woman she had banished a few days ago. The screaming she had heard had now seemed to turn into a heartfelt conversation. Not good. She quickly shooed away the lady, leading Wanda to her house, she beamed on the inside. Finally, she would learn her secret, finally she’ll get her powers. She’ll drain her of everything she got, yes and once that would be done, she’d-

“Thanks Agnes, I don’t know what was up with her,” said Pietro. 

Oh, that simply wouldn’t do. How did he keep appearing at the most inconvenient times? She put up her friendly neighbor facade, but inside she was fuming. When asked about the twins, she assured them that they were fine. For now. Knowing she wouldn’t get Wanda at the moment; she reminded the troublesome speedster of the tasks she needed him for. She glared at them as she watched them walk away. Still, not everything was lost; she still had the Minimoffs in her grip. Time to get to work.

“How’s the show going boys?” Agatha cheerily asked. She didn’t listen to their answers as she placed a hand behind each of the boy’s head. She quietly muttered her spell, smirking as the twin’s bodies slowly relaxed and their eyes closed. Once she was sure they were fully asleep, she took each of them in her basement, shoving them into a cell. A noise upstairs startled her, but she grinned when the newcomer spoke.

“Agnes, I’m here!” Pietro’s voice echoed. She quickly walked up the stairs. 

“Oh! You arrived just in time; I just discovered a leaky pipe in the basement. I really don’t want mold growing down there!” She laughed and gestured at the man to follow her. Excitement building in her stomach as all the pieces slowly fell into place. After him, she’d only need Wanda. 

As they ventured down the stairs, she could feel his anxiety growing. She assumed his subconscious also remembered his previous incursion in the basement, but she couldn’t be sure about it. Still, Agatha could feel his senses on high alert as they reached her lair. 

At that, Pietro spoke up. “Where are my nephews?” he asked, slowly getting more aggressive after each word. 

“Indisposed, at the moment I’m afraid,” Agatha replied. With a flick of her hand, he was levitating in the air, restrains on his hands and feet. The lack of contact with any surface made his struggling useless. She approached him, eyeing him curiously. He was definitely still under a spell, there was no Peter present, only Pietro. Nothing he was wearing seemed out of the ordinary. Agatha looked at the necklace on his neck with suspicion, something was... different. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it. The jewelry was the same original piece, nothing had been changed. Then why did she lose contact? She wondered. Then it clicked.

“Oh, that little witch,” smirked Agatha. “She changed the spell. Well, we can fix that.”

She went to remove the necklace, but a burning sensation made her gasp. She looked at her hand in shock, there was no bruise, but it was definitely hurting. When did Wanda learn to protect her spells like that? She brushed her hand against her shirt, trying to get rid of the sensation before looking at her neighbor’s not brother. He seemed oblivious to what had just happened, the necklace apparently wasn’t hurting him. That meant that Wanda probably discovered his real identity, but why keep him around if he was a fake? That could only mean one thing: she was so lost in grief that she had kept him at her side even knowing it was a trick. 

“Now Pietro, your nephews might be here,” she started, catching the man’s attention, “but that doesn’t mean they’re safe.” Agatha approached the speedster and gripped his chin. “That depends entirely on you. You see, I need a lookout, someone to make sure that I will not be disturbed when your sister gets here. You happen to fit the part nicely, with your superspeed. No one can run from you.”

The man scoffed, “how do you know I won’t just tell Wanda and she’ll take care of you?”

“Your sister might protect you from my magic, but that doesn’t apply to her children. One wrong move on your part and they pay the price.” 

She let him consider her offer, already knowing his answer. It’s not like he had much of a choice. Either he played sentinel, or she would keep him here and make things even worse for Wanda. Shutting his eyes, he reluctantly agreed. Agatha smiled as she released him, he was about to leave but she spoke up. “If you happen to catch anyone, you take them in the attic. You stay with them. I might not have control over your person, but you’ll find it impossible to leave this house unless I want you to.” 

The speedster was gone in a flash. She wished she could have taunted him with the truth, but she was fairly certain his sister’s magic wouldn’t have let it. With the power she possessed, she doubts he’d even remember if she told him he was from a different universe. 

The sound of her doorbell pulled her from her thoughts. Wanda was here. Time to get this show on the run.

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Notes: Agatha is very fun to write and since I only wanted one chapter in her point of view, you get a chapter that double the usual lenght! Thank you for reading, reblogs and comments are always appreciated!