#wanda and carrot too!

[yamat0]

Oda draws women post time skip one of three ways

1. Exactly like nami (sexy baby)

2. A joke*

3. Haggard old woman

*certain characters it's like a transition phase from sexy nami baby to haggard woman. I think some of big moms daughters including big mom herself (the fact she loses weight when she's hungry and goes on a rampage for food gets amnesia twice etc) falls into this category. I also think how oda has gone about treating Yamato makes him falls into this category (he's a trans man but odas actions post wano have soured my opinion of oda) he also has a touch of nami face as well 😭

[sweetestberryofthebunch]

The Wandavision Double Feature Show (Agatha Harkness x f!reader)

Part I: And … Action!

Part II: Slice Of Life

In this Episode it is the 60s and the more you settle into the idyllic housewife lifestyle, the more tension between you and Agatha rises. You finally get a taste of what you crave.

Content/Warnings: Imbalanced power dynamic, Agatha has a dubious moral compass, Alcohol consumption, Smut, Hair Pulling, Mommy kink, Praise kink, Corruption Kink low key, Oral fixation, Dom/Sub Dynamic, Dom!Agatha (for now), does the Hex count as Housewife Roleplay? This whole thing is housewife roleplay.

Tags: @chiar4anna <3

I was gonna give you angst this week, but then the Big Sad slapped me across the face, so you’re getting soft lovely smutty fantasies first and angst when I stop being a sensitive baby! Until then, enjoy your stay at Sin City! Once again big big big smooch to @msharkness who beta reads for me without complaining, you speed my process up so much you have no idea!

To both yours and Agatha’s delight, you turned out to be quite the natural around the house. Within just a few days, you’d settled into a comfortable routine.

Breakfast always was on Agatha, who was always up before you, slipping past the guest room quietly so as to not wake you up.

When you came downstairs an hour later, hair curled and lips painted what you assumed to be red, the exact way she’d taught you, there were always eggs and bacon, slices of toast and coffee steaming hot already waiting for you. Agatha scrunched her nose up at the amount of sweetener you put into your coffee, and you rolled her eyes at her every time. And maybe you started putting even more sweetener into your coffee just to watch her do that face again, little wrinkles around her eyes as she squinted, upper lips curling as she shook her head. But that was a secret you’d take to the grave.

After you ate, you brought a plate of breakfast down into the dungeon.

It was still … odd to know Ralph was just down there, and if you thought about it too long, a cold shudder went down your spine. But, you brought him fresh food twice a day, and every time you came downstairs you could hear his Xbox running. You never lingered around too long, always rushed back upstairs, where the place smelled of lavender, roses and something simmering on the stove. Wanda had a whole town under mind control, including everyone you knew. A single guy in Agatha’s basement really wasn’t that bad in comparison. Right?

Next off, you fed the bunny. Señor Scratchy seemed to just move around the house freely, although his favourite room was the one deep down in the dungeon, where the Darkhold levitated in the middle of the seven-cornered room with its sculptures of creatures, people and abstract shapes on the walls. And, most days at least, the little furball was munching on kale or carrots in one corner or another. You could only assume the rabbit was also some type of magick, or maybe it was just oblivious to the unsettling energy surrounding the book levitating right in the same room.

By the time you had fed the bunny, Agatha had either left the house to show up wherever Wanda was that day, or she sat in the living room, nose buried in one of her heavy, centuries old books. You shuffled around the house, kept the place clean, made tea for the two of you, and sometimes you tried to focus on one of the books she’d assigned you to read. However, especially when you were in the living room together, focusing on old, handwritten letters on yellow paper proved quite difficult. And it had less to do with the difficulties of outdated language and everything with the entire situation: Agatha lounging on the couch with her feet kicked up on the coffee table, wide skirts pooling around her, dark hair pinned back behind her ears, brows always slightly furrowed when she was focussing.

Why read about ages old legends when you could be looking at her instead?

There hadn’t been a conversation about the other night, but … something was different ever since you returned from your first little stake out. She kept you on your toes, made you jump when she suddenly brushed up against you, let her hands linger on your hip, or your lower back, and sometimes even your cheek or neck.

When she left the house she always called „See you later, honey!“, towards wherever in the house you were bustling around. And every night when she returned, she announced herself with a wholehearted „Honey, I‘m home!“

While the housewife role wasn’t something you had ever planned for in your future, you proved to be quite the natural. Or at least, Agatha made you feel like you were. She never missed a chance to comment on how nice it was that someone kept the place clean, how much she enjoyed dinner, how lovely it was to see your face when Wanda had dragged her to meet with the other wives again. That one almost made you drop the fork of food halfway to your mouth already, and you quickly feigned a coughing fit, face burning hot as you stared down at your plate, anywhere but right at her. In hindsight, you couldn’t tell whether the foot grazing up your calf was real or pure imagination.

You quickly learned that Agatha had a sweet tooth. Whenever you had the time to bake, whole trays of cookies or pies would disappear at a rapid pace, never surviving much more than three days. On Saturday night, after Wanda had kept her busy especially late with some dinner plans Agatha refused to explain to you, you came downstairs to find Agatha sat on the floor in front of the open fridge, rollers in her hair, a silk robe over her nightdress, eating a plum pie you‘d made right from the tray. There was an open bottle of red wine behind her on the kitchen counter.

„I was saving that for tomorrow you know“, you commented, and her head shot up in surprise, eyes wide for a millisecond before she realized it was just you, and her signature smirk returned to her lips.

„I guess you’ll have to make more tomorrow then“, her bottom lip pushed forward in a mocking pout, „That’s too bad!“ For a moment you just held her eye contact, watching the act slowly leave her face, until she was smirking

With a roll of your eyes you walked over, sitting down cross legged on the cool kitchen floor beside her.

„Good girl“, she hummed, and it was fleeting, rolling off her tongue as casually as a greeting. But you felt your heart do a leap in your chest, biting down on your bottom lip hard.

Agatha handed you the wine bottle, her thigh brushing up against yours, and as you took a large sip, she filled her fork up with whipped cream and pie crust. When she turned to you instead of eating it herself, you almost choked on the bitter liquor on your tongue. Pressing your lips together to suppress a cough, you swallowed, wide eyes staring at the fork in front of you and then at her.

Her brows wandered up, tilting her head to the sight ever so slightly. „Come on, honey“, she purred, and you felt her voice echo through your entire body, „Open up.“

For a moment, you just stared at her, wide eyed, your heart fluttering in your chest. You‘d never been more grateful that your thoughts were completely unavailable to her, because the ideas flashing through your mind were way too intimate, way too inappropriate. But then again, you were far from normal circumstances.

Your lips parted and she pushed the fork past them, never once tearing her eyes from your lips as you closed them around the metal, tasting cream and cinnamon and plum on your tongue. She pulled the fork out of your mouth way slower than necessary, watching every inch of it, her own lips parting. You felt her breath on your face, surprised by how hot the gentle gush of air hit your cheek. And when you swallowed, you felt her eyes on your throat, watching the exposed skin move, dipping lower to where nothing but flimsy fabric covered you up.

„A-“

“Shhh“, a hand on your cheek, fingers hooking underneath your chin to force you to look up at her. As if you wanted to look anywhere else right now.

„Silence, honey“, she breathed, tilting your head to one side, and then to the other. You weren’t sure if she was actually scanning your face or just seeing if you would let her. Which, of course, you did. You melted like soft butter under her touch, letting her shape you in any way she pleased. The realisation almost scared you.

A soft little sound left Agatha’s lips, a hum so quiet, if you hadn’t felt it against your skin, you probably would have missed it. She was so, so close, her face almost blurred before you. Her eyes were dark and unreadable, but there was a little twinkle in her gaze, the idea of something wicked. If only you‘d lean in one more inch—

Her lips were on yours. She was soft, so endlessly soft, and she fit perfectly against the curve of your own lips. A surprised gasp left your mouth, slipping right into hers. The world was spinning, one blur of black, white and endless shades of grey. If it wasn’t for your hand finding her shoulder, you would have lost any sense of direction. Up, down, left, right, none of it mattered. Not right now. Not with her lips on yours, with the taste of plum on your tongue, your fingers digging into the thin fabric of her nightgown, pulling her closer.

A low moan left her lips, you felt the sound vibrate against your lips. You gasped, and Agatha took the opportunity to slide her tongue between your lips, prodding gently, as if asking for permission. Your hand tightened on her shoulders, lips parting wider. The whine that left your throat when her tongue licked over yours was high and came from deep inside your stomach. Her hand found your chest, and before you knew it, she pushed you down firmly. Your back hit the cool tiled floor and you squeaked at the feeling. Her lips broke from yours, leaning away enough to look at you through heavy lashes. Agatha was on top of you, one hand pinning you firmly to the ground, the other supporting herself, propped up just beside your head. A few strands of hair had freed themselves from her rollers, falling around her face like a picture frame and her eyes, oh her eyes. They were dark with lust, glinting in the half darkness of the kitchen. Her cheeks were flushed, you could tell even in the color drained world you were caught in. Whether it was from the wine or the kiss, you couldn’t tell. But God, you hoped it was the latter.

„Agatha“, you gasped. The hand that wasn’t fisting the silk of her nightgown found her arm, and you ran your fingers down her bare skin, delighted to feel goosebumps on your trail. You reached her wrist, fingers curling around it. „Agatha“, you repeated, holding eye contact as you dragged her hand slowly up your chest, past your collarbones, toward your throat. „I .. I want you-“

She was gone just as fast as she’d been on you. Her absence left a longing so much more urgent than before. You suddenly felt very cold on the floor. The silk of her nightgown slipped from your grip, and before you knew it she was back on her feet, snagging the half empty wine bottle from the kitchen island. She stared at it for a moment, and you caught a shake of her head as you wrapped your gown around you tighter. Suddenly, you felt very naked in the flimsy fabric.

„Agatha!“, you pushed yourself up, right behind her as she paced the tiled floor towards the door.

To your surprise, she turned around immediately. And to your relief, there was a smile on her face, even if it was small. But it was better than anything else.

Her free hand came up to cup your face, and you leaned into her touch before you even realised it.

„You should try to get some sleep, honey“, she said, her voice low and raw, none of the melodic singsong she put on when she talked to Wanda. This was Agatha, a centuries old witch with powers beyond your comprehension. Who had just made out with you on the kitchen floor.

„You work so hard around the house, you need some rest. And I have to prepare for the stupid meeting tomorrow. I‘ll see you for dinner tomorrow.“ In the half dark it was hard to tell, but you swore you saw her wink at you, before turning around on her heel, nightgown swishing through the air. You stood in the dark kitchen for a moment longer, fingers rubbing over the spot where her palm had pinned you down, still feeling the ghost of her touch lingering.

Something had changed tonight, and you knew there was no going back from this now. It was exhilarating.

…

Not even 24 hours later you were putting away freshly cleaned dishes. You’d made falafel bowls for dinner, and while Agatha had scolded you for not sticking to era accurate food, she had dug in and hummed with content, pointing out how much she missed the bigger variety of food the present day offered.

You did too. And music, you missed listening to something that wasn’t the same ten songs on the one single vinyl you’d found in the house.

While stacking freshly dried plates over each other, you couldn’t help but hum a tune that definitely wasn’t from the 60s. Neither of you had mentioned the prior night, and Agatha had left even earlier than usual this morning. In her absence, you had made another, identical pie like she‘d requested, that was cooling down on the kitchen island as you cleaned up. A part, no, every part of you hoped she’d comment on it, and then you could talk about it, and maybe you could kiss her again, longer this time, and maybe —

Suddenly, you felt a hand sneak around your waist. A palm came to rest on your stomach, pulling you back into the warm body behind you just slightly. The plates you held clinked together dangerously, and you put them down quickly, before you could drop them. On your heel, you spun around, and now the two of you were flush against each other, front to front, the kitchen counter pressed into your back. She’d been quiet all day, still frustrated with Wanda randomly changing the era of TV you were in, but you knew better than to ask too many questions. Now, you could basically feel the frustration cling to her, tension in the body pressed up against yours. It was exhilarating.

„Go sit“, Agatha told you, voice low while glancing from your wide eyes to your slightly parted lips and back. There was that twinkle in her eyes again, the same one from last night, when you two ate pie on the kitchen floor at 2 am. „I'll clean up tonight.“

„I don’t mind…“ you started, but the words got stuck in your throat when suddenly, a single index finger brushed over your bottom lip. Goosebumps rose on your arms, your neck, your entire skin. Agatha tilted her head, her other hand running over your exposed arm, chuckling at the goose skin.

„Just sit down," she repeated, more firmly. There was a smirk on her painted lips, eyes unreadable. „You deserve it.“

„But-“, this time, she shut your protest down by pushing her finger right past your lips the moment you parted them.

Your breath hitched, eyes widening, a high pitched sound leaving you from the back of your throat.

Agatha’s other hand slid around to the small of your back, tightening its grip, fabric of your dress creasing under her touch. Her stare never left yours, tip of her finger pressing down on your tongue, brows raised in silent expectation. A flash of heat shot up your spine, and if it wasn’t for the furniture right behind you, you might have melted into a puddle on the ground right now.

Once your initial surprise had worn off, your lips closed around her finger, tongue licking up against the pad of her finger. Agatha’s bright eyes were focused on your mouth, watching every microscopic movement, pupils wide and dark as you slowly, shakily began to suck her finger.

You couldn’t breathe, too scared to change even the smallest thing about the moment to do so. You could feel yourself trembling, and knew she could too, as another little whine left your throat, starting to bob your head back and forth, once, twice, settling into a rhythm.

Agatha watched you the entire time, her body pressed flush against you, hips pinning you to the kitchen counter. Her own lips were parted slightly, her breath hot on your face. She pulled her finger away, the curve of her mouth forming a subtle smirk as you gasped, sucking in a deep breath.

„You forgot to breathe“, she pointed out, a low chuckle before her finger came up, gently tapping the tip of your nose.

Your shoulders slumped, leaning against the counter to stay upright. You could feel the little wet spot of your own saliva on the tip of your nose. With the back of your hand, you wiped it off.

„Agatha-“

The witch let out a groan, her hands coming to rest on the counter on either side of you. She was leaning against the surface, so close to you without touching, and her forehead was wrinkled when her eyes found you after a long, exasperated sigh.

„Do you ever turn that pretty head of yours off for one second?“ Her lips quirked up into a knowing little smile, and she leaned forwards, her lips so close to yours, you could feel her breath ghost over your skin. Memories of how they felt against yours flooded your mind, her tongue dragging over yours, the taste of plums and jam. You swallowed hard, and Agatha watched your throat move without shame. Her pupils were dark, dragging up your neck, over your lips before holding eye contact again. The familiar twinkle in her bright eyes was a clear challenge.

„Do I make you nervous?“, she drawled and you felt one of her hands find the fabric of your dress, running over the little buttons holding it together in the front. Her index and middle finger ran up your front, all the way to the first open button right over your cleavage, where they hooked underneath the cotton. You gasped.

Agatha smirked as her eyes never left your heaving chest, watching the goosebumps on your skin rise.

„I bet you’ve done a lot of thinking today, huh?“ Her nail dug underneath the next button on your dress. Just one flick of her finger, and it came undone, the top of your bra peeking out. Delicate lace, one of the most revealing ones you‘d found in your period accurate closet. The wire was incredibly uncomfortable, but the way her lips parted just the smallest bit, tip of her tongue darting out as she undid another button, revealing more of the undergarment was worth the discomfort at least ten times.

„Naughty“, she commented, head tilting to the side. „Last night really hasn’t left your mind.“

All you could do was shake your head.

„Good.“ With a swift motion, she’d grabbed your undone collar with both hands, tugging the dress open and down your shoulders. Cold air touched your skin, skin that you desperately wanted her hands on. The high, breathy moan that left your mouth told her as much.

One of Agatha‘s brows raised in amusement. She was looking at you like a lioness ready to pounce. God, you hoped she would.

Her hands found your shoulders, palms running over your skin, smirk widening at your eyes fluttering shut as you sucked in the air sharply.

„So responsive“, Agatha purred, fingers running over your collarbones. Your chest pushed forward into her touch as if on instinct and she complied without hesitation. Her palms cupped the swell of your breasts, fingertips pressing into the silky fabric covering them, thumbs running over where your nipples hardened against lace.

You wanted to say something, tell her to just shut up and kiss you, beg her to touch you, to tear the last pieces of fabric off your body and take everything from you right now on the counter. But the words wouldn’t travel from your brain to your lips, so instead, you reached behind yourself, finding the clasps holding your bra together. A few moments of fumbling and then you had done it, the straps on your shoulders loosening, the fabric falling away from your body like a shell you‘d outgrown.

Agatha’s mouth fell open in a surprised „Oh!“, and the sound made your heart attempt to leap out of your chest. Her fingers pulled the fabric away from you, exposing bare skin, and the piece dropped to the ground somewhere besides you carelessly. Dark pupils were fixed on your bare chest and her hands returned to their original position, squeezing the soft flesh. Her thumbs running in featherlight circles over your bare nipples had your head roll back, and you let the low moan escape your throat without holding back. Agatha caught your gaze holding eye contact as she leaned down.

„Hold yourself up“, she purred, and you had just enough time to grasp the counter behind you with both hands before her lips were on you.

She planted a soft kiss to the rounded flesh of your breast, and then grazed her teeth over the same spot dragging just a little lower. Soft, wet lips closed around your nipple, sucking the sensitive skin in, where she then ran her tongue around it in little circles.

Your breath hitched, eyes fluttering shut and one of your hands found her dark hair, nails grazing over her scalp as she snickered against your nipple, the vibrations shooting right through your spine.

„Ag- Ah!“, your voice was weaved with desire and she was right, if you weren’t holding yourself up with your other arm, your knees would have given out.

Agatha released your nipple with a wet pop, saliva coating your breast and her lips, a sight that made your stomach curl into a tight, burning hot knot. Bright eyes found yours and she held eye contact as her teeth slowly sank into the soft skin just above your nipple. The pain was sharp and hot, not enough to draw blood, but enough to fuel the fire she‘d started within you. Your hand in her hair gripped tighter, pulling her up towards you. She chuckled against your skin, not letting your urgency rush her in the slightest.

Instead, she placed a trail of wet, open mouthed kisses from your chest over your collarbone all the way up your neck. Her tongue darted out right at the spot just underneath your earlobe, and you mewled at the feeling. One hand came up to cup your jaw and she held you in place, taking her sweet time as her lips continued their journey along your jawline, up your chin. When she finally reached your lips, you leaned forwards expectantly, but her hold tightened, keeping you just out of reach.

„Agathaaa“, you whined, and genuinely had to resist the urge to stomp your foot. Of course, that only made her laugh, brows raised as she held you less than an inch away from her lips.

„You can have what you want“, she murmured, tongue darting out to wet her own bottom lip. And, you were sure of that, to taunt you further. It worked. „If you can tell me exactly what that is.“

A long, exasperated sigh left your mouth, fingers running through her dark curls.

„I‘ve wanted you to kiss me for the past ten minutes“, you mumbled, but that wasn’t quite true. You took a deep breath. „I‘ve wanted you to kiss me since the moment I stepped into this house.“

„That‘s my good girl“, she purred, finger running along your jaw, „I knew you had it in you.“

Finally, instead of keeping you just out of reach, she pulled you in. Your lips crashed together and it was nothing like last night.

Last night was too careful, almost anxious. You’d dipped a single finger into the waters to test the temperature, and if you weren’t in the position you were in right now, a part of you would have wondered if it had all just been a dream.

But now you were on fire. You‘d tested the waters, and now you were jumping right in. Agatha pushed her tongue past your lips with intent, and a moan slipped out as you granted her entry. Her arms wrapped tightly around you, pulling you flush against her as your fingers dug into her hair, no care for the pins holding her curls in place.

Teeth clashed against teeth and you felt her groan against you, kicking your legs open before slotting a knee up between them.

You squealed, stomach twisting with desire, pulling away just enough to look her in the eyes. They were tainted with pure, unadulterated lust.

„Take me“, you panted against her lips, barely breaking contact enough to speak properly. „Take me now, Agatha. Please."

Her hands found your hips, giving the dress that had gathered there one last firm tug. It all fell to the ground, fabric pooling around your feet, easy to step out of.

„Such a quick learner“, she murmured, eyes raking down your body, over the garters holding your stockings up, the thin nylon covering your legs, the ruffles of your underwear. „You really are quite something, honey.“

Her forehead rested against yours for a moment, hot skin against skin as her fingers dug into the soft flesh right over your hips. „Turn around“, she commanded, voice low and heavy, more of a groan than anything else, a movement right against your own lips that left you breathless.

With one swift motion, you were flipped around, her hips pinning yours against the marble counter. A hand ran up your bare back, fingertips teasingly tracing the edge of your garterbelt before trailing up your spine, until her palm was right between your shoulder blades, pressing you down against the cool marble. You sucked in a sharp breath, and the sound made her chuckle. She enjoyed the power she had over you. Always had, since the moment she offered you a deal. But back then, you hadn’t realised just how much you wanted her in control, how much you craved it.

And yet here you were, her hand holding you firmly in place, knees pushed apart as her fingers slowly traced over the edges of your undergarments. Since you‘d moved on from the 50s style to a decade later, you had been able to drop the corset from your everyday wear, but still, as her nails dragged over the curve of your ass, digging underneath the elastic just to let it snap back against your skin, you wished there was still a little less fabric keeping you from her.

Hell, you‘d probably have to throw this pair of underwear out after this anyway. You were absolutely drenched.

Agatha’s fingers dug into the soft flesh of your ass. Simultaneously, you felt her lips ghost over your ear, her body leaning over yours, pushing you further into the countertop. Her nails poked into your skin, leaving little crescent marks in their place.

„A part of me wants to spank that pretty ass of yours raw“, her voice dripped with sweetness, you swallowed hard.

„But how could I, when you’ve been nothing but good for me since you got here.“

She let go of your butt, gently rubbing over the little marks her nails left behind before dipping lower. Her tongue darted out, running over the shell of your ear. You whined, pushing back into her touch. You could feel her gentle hum vibrate against your ear. Her fingers found your clothed core, three fingers dragging slowly up and down the soaked fabric. You felt her breath hitch.

„So, so good“, Agatha purred, poking just over where nothing but white ruffles kept her from sliding right inside your drenched cunt.

„Tell me you want me.“

Your head was spinning, legs shaking, and the tight knot that had formed on your stomach wanted nothing more but to finally explode, so you almost didn’t catch her words. When you responded, your voice was weak, a mere whimper, and under any other circumstances you would have been embarrassed. But the more pathetic you sounded, the more you melted under her, the more Agatha seemed to delight in you. And right now, the only thing you could ever want was to please her, to hear her purr sweet praises in your ear, to finally have her way with you. Good God.

„I need you“, you rasped, and your needy plea was rewarded with a lingering kiss on your shoulder. Her fingers ran over your clothed centre one more time, and feeling her graze over your clit made your entire body shudder.

„I need you so bad“, you mewled, „Agatha please, I- Please just fuck me already.“

„Hm, mouthy“, she chuckled, teeth grazing over your skin one more time before she leaned back up. Her absence over you left your shoulders cold, but it was worth it when you felt her hand guide yours to the edge of the counter besides you.

„Hold tight honey. Yes, exactly like that.“ Two fingers hooked under the elastic of your underwear and you gasped.

„You‘re doing so well for me“, Agatha purred. Her free hand ran up your spine again, this time she wandered over the back of your neck, right to where her fingers could dig into your hair, that hadn’t been the intricate style you‘d pinned it into that morning for a hot minute then.

Her fist closed around the strands, twisting them in her grip until you felt a tug, back arching in response. You heard Agatha moan at the sight and you instinctively pushed your shoulders back even further back arched, ass pushed back, her fingers ghosting over the soft skin on your thigh.

„Gorgeous“, she hummed, grip on your roots tightening, „So good for Mommy, aren’t you?“

And then, at last, her fingers pushed past the fabric of your underwear, right between your folds, slick with arousal. She slid right through you, fingertips pressing down right onto your swollen clit. Desire pulsated through your veins.

„Agatha!“, you cried out, knuckles white as you held onto the countertop for dear life.

„What was that?“, she lulled, teasing, fingers staying right where they were. Your hips stuttered, trying to push down into the touch, but her grip on your hair kept you in position.

„Ah!“, your breath hitched, your mind was mush. „M.. Mommy please!“

Her fingers circled around the bundle of nerves they were pushing up against and you moaned with relief. That was exactly what you needed right now.

„You didn’t think I missed the way that makes you tick, did you honey?“ The low laugh behind you sounded almost evil, and it shot through your body right to your core. You were sure she could feel your pulse through your throbbing clit, swollen under her circular motions.

“You’re so easy“, she purred right by your ear, giving your clit one more swirl of her fingertips, „You‘re an open book to me honey.“

Her index finger slowly wandered downwards, collecting your liquid arousal on its way. Her lips found the back of your neck, pulling you up into her by your hair.

„And this is a spell I can do with the flick of a finger.“

Her finger slipped into you with no warning. You gasped, eyes pressed shut at the sudden intrusion.

Agatha hummed, holding her finger still for a moment, giving you the chance to adjust. „You‘re doing so well honey.“ Slowly, she dragged it back out, before pushing right back inside, all the way to the knuckle. „Taking it so well for Mommy.“

Her thumb grazed over your clit, and if she hadn’t such a tight grip in your hair, your head would have fallen forward.

Again, she thrust her finger, settling for a gentle, slow rhythm. You pushed back into her touch on instinct. You needed more. More of her inside of you, more sweet words dripping down your back like honey, more of her lips on your skin.

The latter was granted without even having to say anything. Agatha pressed her lips to the spot just behind your earlobe and the moan you let out in response was guttural.

„That‘s right“, you could feel her lips move against your neck, teeth grazing your skin. „Let me hear you.“

Her hand slowed down and you almost let out a frustrated mewl. But then, you felt a second finger prodding at your entrance, and the stretch made you hiss instead.

Slowly, she began to pick up a rhythm with two fingers this time, her back pressed to yours as she held you tight in place. The slight pain of her tugging on your hair mixed beautifully with the slow, steady motion of her fingers thrusting in and out of you, until all you felt was hot, white pleasure like stars dancing before your eyes.

Agatha’s lips trailed a line of kisses down your neck, her fingers speeding up with every time her lips met your bare skin.

Heat pooled in your stomach, the knot tightening. You were on a rollercoaster, rapidly approaching the very top of the ride, bracing yourself for the fall.

„Agatha“, you gasped, and then immediately corrected, „Mommy.“

She stopped her trail of kisses on your shoulder. „Let go honey“, she hummed, tongue running over the little mark she’d sucked into your skin, „Let yourself go for Mommy.“

Again, her thumb found your clit, fingers twisting inside of you. Her rhythm picked up, tips of her fingers grazing over your insides with every thrust. You felt every muscle in your body tighten, cunt clenching down on her hand,your knuckles white as they were gripping the countertop in a vice like grip. .

„Just like that“, Agatha’s voice was low, merely a whisper. And then her teeth found your skin, brushing over your shoulder for a moment before sinking into the flesh. You cried out, head falling back into the fist that held your hair tight.

The knot in your stomach exploded. A shiver ran down your spine, over your back and arms and your entire body as release washed over you like a cool tidal wave, drowning out everything else in its way.

Your hips bucked into her once, twice, and then it was over, and suddenly you felt drained, exhaustion tugging on every part of your body.

Agatha‘s fingers pulled out in one smooth motion, and when you dropped forward onto the counter, her hand gently untangled from your hair.

„Fuck“, you whispered, chest heaving, legs feeling jelly.

A pair of arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you upwards. „Come here“, Agatha’s voice was very soft all of a sudden, steadying your shaky stance against her. You noticed a wet stench on the counter but chose to ignore it for now, instead using your energy to turn around in her grasp.

„Can you stand?“, she asked when your weight leaned into her, arms wrapped around you almost protectively. It felt nice.

Ignoring her question, you leaned forward after turning around and caught her lips in a quick kiss, tasting the salty stench of sweat and sex on her lips.

„I‘m fine, Agatha“, you promised, unable to stop laughing at your own words. „I‘m fucking fantastic, actually.“

Still, she held you at just an arms length, eyeing you up and down.

There were bruises already blooming where your hips had pushed into the hard edge of the counter over and over. Agatha‘s fingers ran over the irritated skin.

„See, we could have done this on the couch if you’d just listen to me.“ Agatha panted, arms wrapped tightly around your shivering form, holding you close. You felt her lips ghost over the crown of your head, placing a featherlight kiss there.

„We could have done this last night in your bed like normal people if you’d just made up your mind then“, you teased back, arms wrapping around her neck as you leaned against her. If it wasn’t for her support, there was no way you‘d still be standing up straight.

Agatha‘s eyes hardened. „If you don’t watch your manners you’re not seeing that bed at all.“

But the kiss she caught your lips in gave her empty threat away immediately. You smiled against her lips, tugging her closer by her neck. A quick peck was placed at the corner of her mouth. Pulling away just enough to catch her eyes, you smirked.

„I don‘t have to be able to read your mind to know that’s not true. But alright“, your hands found hers, tugging her with you as you took a step towards the living room. Your dress lay forgotten on the floor. That was a task for tomorrow, like sanitising the entire kitchen counter.

Right now, you were too busy feeling delighted when Agatha let you tug her towards the living room, unable to tear her eyes off you even for a moment.

„We can have a turn on the couch before we go to bed!“ You chuckled, grabbing her face with both hands, kissing her firmly as you fell backwards onto the couch, pulling Agatha down with you.

[ghoulsverse]

Watt the Fluff?

[Summary] Your first Easter as an adopted Avenger doesn't really go as Wanda had planned. 1.0k words | [Tags] enhanced!teen!reader, soft!wandanat!moms, tony in a bunny suit?

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Wanda was pacing the kitchen like it owed her an apology.

“There’s not enough pastel…”

“I should’ve gone with the lemon frosting, not the vanilla….”

“What if the lavender sprinkles look too mature?...”

“Do you think the sugar carrots are condescending?”

Natasha didn’t even look up from her spot at the counter, where she was sipping her coffee and watching her wife spiral.

“They’re sprinkles, babe. Not SAT scores.”

Wanda threw a dish towel at her, missing by three feet. “This is her first Easter with us, Nat. I want it to be perfect.”

It was your first Easter since the Avengers had found you. You had been hiding in an abandoned building… an experiment and when they had been tipped off that the Avengers knew of their location they packed up and left, but you hid and stayed behind. 3 months since Wanda and Natasha had finalized the adoption so you could stay with them. And Wanda was panicking. 

Nat set down her mug and walked around the counter of their shared kitchenette in the tower, placing a comforting hand on Wanda’s lower back. “And it will be. You’ve made, like, eight different types of cupcakes. There’s a literal egg map.”

“I know! But… what if she thinks it’s weird? Or overbearing? Or what if we do nothing and she hates it here?”

“She already lives with us and she is a walking power generator.” Natasha said dryly. “We’re way past weird.”

Wanda groaned and ran both hands through her hair. “I just want her to feel like she belongs. That this isn’t temporary. That we’re her home.”

Natasha’s eyes softened. She tightened her grip on the younger woman and pulled her closer. “She already knows that. You don’t need theatrics to prove it.”

Wanda hesitated. Then, “I already ordered the bunny.”

Natasha blinked. “Define ‘ordered.’”

Wanda grimaced. “Tony. In a suit. Full commitment. I may have said there’d be cupcakes.”

Natasha stared. “You gave Stark sugar and purpose. Well, if she didn’t think we were weird before…”

You were mid-giggle, elbow-deep in glitter egg dye, when the door flew open.

“HOPPY EASTER!” boomed a voice that sounded like Tony Stark if he’d been stuffed into a dryer and left on ‘delirious.’

And in waddled a 7-foot bunny.

He had massive ears. A rainbow vest. Sunglasses on over the suit’s glassy black eyeholes. The costume looked like Easter and a fever dream had a child.

You froze.

But your powers had a mind of their own.

Blue light crackled up your arms instinctively.

“DON’T PANIC,” the Bunny yelled. “IT’S ME, YOUR FAVORITE UNCLE-”

Too late.

There was a flash, a POP, and the scent of singed polyester filled the room as Tony Stark was electrocuted right in the rear end of his costume.

The bunny helmet flew off and bounced off a wall.

Tony hit the floor with a wheeze. “Ow. My… everything.”

You stood there, trembling, static crackling faintly around your fingertips.

Wanda gasped. “Oh my GOD!”

She dropped the cupcake tray and rushed to your side.

You were already crying. “I didn’t mean to! I just… I didn’t know it was him and the eyes and…”

“I know, I know, it’s okay, sweetheart.” Wanda pulled you close, holding you against her chest as your powers fizzled out.

Natasha knelt beside Tony and patted his cheek. “Still alive?”

“Barely,” he groaned. “I think I saw the light. It had jelly beans.”

Wanda didn’t let you go.

Even after your hands stopped glowing and your breaths came a little slower, she held you like you might vanish. Her thumb rubbed slow, soft circles into your back, grounding you in the smell of vanilla, lemon frosting and burnt bunny suit.

“I ruined it,” you whispered into her shirt. “You worked so hard and I-I…”

“Shhh, no. No, baby.” She said instantly. “You didn’t ruin anything.”

Natasha snorted behind you. “Honestly, that was a public service.”

Tony groaned louder from the floor. “Rude. Uncalled for.”

Wanda pulled back just enough to cup your cheeks in her floury hands, her eyes soft and a little glassy.

“You got scared. And your powers reacted. That’s not your fault, sweetheart. And no glitter-demon rabbit is ever worth your tears.”

You hiccuped a laugh. “He looked like a haunted Peep.”

Natasha had finally helped Tony up and was now dragging his half-fried bunny suit toward the trash. “That’s it. Easter’s officially Stark-free next year.”

“Seconded.” Wanda muttered.

After the bunny-shaped trauma had been banished from the premises and Tony had left with a cupcake and several sarcastic comments about "super-charged children," the house returned to something like peace.

You were wrapped in a giant blanket burrito on the couch, your static still tickling the ends of your hair. Wanda sat beside you with a brush, gently working through the tangles.

Natasha brought in a plate of pastel pancakes, complete with whipped cream ears and a strawberry nose.

“These ones don’t explode.” She promised.

You giggled, leaning into Wanda’s shoulder. “Sorry I zapped the party.”

“You were the party,” Wanda said, kissing the top of your head. “We just had an unfortunate guest appearance.”

Natasha handed you the plate, then sat on the floor in front of you, looking up with her usual steady calm. “Hey. You know this… what happened today… it doesn’t change anything, right?”

You blinked at her.

“I scared you. I scared everyone. What if I mess up worse next time?”

Wanda’s hand stilled in your hair. Natasha reached up and took your hand gently.

“Then we help you. Every time. That’s the deal.”

“No matter what.” Wanda added, voice quiet but sure. “You don’t have to be perfect. You just have to be ours.”

You felt that one in your chest.

And when you looked between them… Wanda’s soft eyes, Natasha’s unwavering calm, the quiet safety of your new home.

And you believed it.

“Okay.” you whispered.

“Also,” Natasha added with a small smirk, “if you have to zap someone next time, aim for Stark’s ego. It’s a much bigger target.”

You burst out laughing, nearly spilling your pancakes.

Wanda smiled wide, eyes bright again. “There’s my energizer bunny.”

Happy Easter and 4/20! -Ghouls

inspired by this lil post :)

[wndaswife]

Love & Loathing: The First Christmas | Series Masterlist

The holidays feel lonely without your friends and family. Wanda faces her first Christmas after her divorce and miscarriage. The two of you build your first tradition.

Word count: 2635

Tags: some angst, light manipulation, foreshadowing of future toxic relationship as seen in main series, writing this after already writing the main series reminded me of emily im sorry by boygenius! sad!

Wanda’s cart came to an abrupt stop when a young child suddenly ran away from his mother to the other side of the aisle, passing in front of her without warning. Her orange juice lurched forward then fell onto her carrots. 

The child’s mother quickly came over, scolding her son for running in front of a moving cart as he begged her to buy rainbow chip cookies for Santa, oblivious to the fact that Wanda and her full cart were still standing idly behind him, unable to skirt around.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized after giving in to the rainbow chip cookies once her son apologized to Wanda too. He went to place the package in their cart. “Holiday shopping makes them a little wild too, I suppose.” She laughed like she was telling her an inside joke.

Them, like a proper noun.

“Children, yes,” Wanda conceded with a small nod and a smile. “I understand. But rainbow chip is a great pick. Very considerate of Santa’s tastes.” She looked over at the young boy who waited for his mother patiently, then seemed bashful when he made eye contact with Wanda. 

Wanda then noticed the woman’s eyes flicker down to her left hand, barren of a wedding ring, and then to her cart, empty of what a mother would shop for her children for. Wanda dropped her left arm to her side, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.

After finishing up her grocery list, she strolled back down the cookie section and picked up a package of the rainbow chip cookies. As she walked to the checkout line, she ran her eyes across her cart — orange juice, the Pillsbury cookies you liked, eggs, milk, bagels, your favourite ice cream flavour, some things for the washroom, baking ingredients for a recipe you’d been wanting to try, some snacks, fruits and vegetables, and the rainbow chip cookies.

She put her left glove on first, then her right, then started to place her things on the conveyor. 

“My kids have been in a baking craze since they got off school,” the cashier told her as she bagged her flour, then her vanilla extract. “It must be the season.”

Wanda looked up from her wallet then smiled. 

“Mine too,” she said.

When she arrived at home, you were sitting at the dining table on your laptop. It was nearing the end of the semester, so you still had a few more final assignments to finish. You stood and helped Wanda unload the groceries.

“Hi, baby,” she greeted once all the bags were on the counter. She reached and placed her palm against your furthest cheek, pulling you in for a kiss on the temple.

“Hi,” you answered with a smile, putting some things away into the fridge. “Did you get the Pillsbury cookies? You saw the holiday ones, right?” 

Wanda handed you the milk. “I did. There were only the snowmen.”

“That’s fine. I just wanted something that was Christmas themed.”

The rainbow chip cookies came out last. Wanda had never tried them, and it wasn’t on the shopping list, and you hadn’t asked for it before. She handed them to you as you stored some things away into the cupboards.

“Do you like these? They were on sale,” she suddenly lied.

You took them from her, eyes running over the package. Then you set it on the counter with a contemplating hum as you peeled it open and looked inside. “Oh, I do like these. I last had them when I was really young.”

After dinner, you resumed working on your laptop, cuddled up beside Wanda on the couch as she flipped through Netflix for something to watch. She had a glass of white wine in hand and an arm around your shoulders, fastening the shared blanket around your body.

You’d been trying to apply for some jobs lately; after declaring a temporary leave from college starting next semester, you wanted to start working a little to make some income and keep yourself busy. You were hoping for something part-time and very casual.

The gold Christmas lights Wanda had hung up around the fireplace and curtains glowed warm, enveloping the living room in something gentle and festive. There wasn’t any other light on aside from the stovetop in the kitchen, so the laptop screen felt particularly intrusive.

“What are you working on?” she asked, putting her phone down and looking down at you from the rim of her glass as she took a sip.

“A final essay. It’s pretty overdue.”

Wanda eyed the tabs you were switching between. “Overdue? Online courses not working well?”

“I thought it might be better for me but…” you trailed off, your fingers pausing atop the keyboard. Your index finger tapped ever so slightly against the E key, just enough to make the plastic sound against the board.

“Is something on your mind…?” Wanda asked, setting the remote down. She craned her neck down and brushed her nose against your cheek.

Your fingernail traced the top edge of the D key. “It just feels like I’m always behind. I keep trying to change things around so maybe I might find something I can finally get accustomed to — online courses, a lesser course load.”

Then, quietly, you added, “My friends don’t even ask to study with me anymore. I know I declared a leave, but...” 

The Christmas lights reflected against Wanda’s glass, and against the pale golden hue of her wine, it looked like she was drinking champagne, slightly flat. 

She set the glass on the coffee table then carefully closed your laptop, allowing you to remove your hands from the keyboard. She placed it down, closed, beside her wine. Instinctively, you curled up and leaned your head against her chest, and Wanda wrapped both arms around you, one hand coming to cradle the side of your head.

Before she could say anything, you said, “They invited me out to the Christmas market downtown a few days ago.”

Something tightened in Wanda’s stomach and she looked down at you, but your face was covered by your hair and some of the blanket which was wrapped around her arms. 

“Really? You didn’t tell me,” she said. 

“I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to say at first.”

“Say to whom? To them or me?”

“I don’t know…” you muttered quietly. “Both.”

Wanda’s hand tightened around your shoulder. You buried your cheek against her chest, feeling like she was holding you tighter against her. Instead, Wanda felt tense; the idea that you could feel about her in any similar way that you did for your friends made her feel like she was just as disposable and temporary.

“Did you go…?” Wanda asked, trying to keep her voice from sounding strained as she feared the answer might be that, yes, you did make plans and see other people in your life without telling her.

If your feelings of uncertainty were the same between her and your friends, and you ended up seeing them and not telling her, wasn’t that the same as you picking them over her? Leaving her behind like some afterthought, only to come up later when you felt a little insecure about something?

You shook your head, and Wanda took a breath through her nose, tension in her lungs dissipating. Then you lifted yourself from her chest and reached for your phone. Wanda pulled you back against her when you leaned back, but now your head was on her shoulder instead of her chest so you could both look at your phone screen together.

You showed her a picture on Instagram of your friends together at the market. 

“I’m sorry, honey,” Wanda said, brushing her nose against your temple then kissing your cheek. “But you wouldn’t have really enjoyed yourself if you were with them, would you?”

“I don’t know…” you mumbled, eyes still on the screen, obviously not really caring what she was saying, and still feeling rather down about it.

Wanda bit the side of her tongue a little at your passive insistence that you still cared about the fact that they hung out without you. “Baby, you always say that you don’t really feel like you fit in when you’re with them. Don’t you say that…?”

“Yeah.”

“And what did we do that day, anyway? We went shopping for decorations, right? And got dinner? Wasn’t that much more fun?”

You nodded and looked up. 

Wanda felt her breath hitch and snag in her throat when you met her eyes. She swallowed, wondering what you might be thinking when you looked at her like that. 

“I… I’m really happy we’re spending the holidays together,” you said quietly. Your phone dimmed then locked, the image of your friends forgotten. 

Her lungs filled with air and her expanding rib cage pushed gently against your upper arm.

“Me too, Y/N.”

A warm hand cupped your cheek, smooth fingers brushing against your soft skin. She looked over your face in great detail. 

When the thought came over her, wondering what similarities you held in comparison to your mother and father, Wanda looked away. She reached over to get her wine glass then settled back against your side.

You leaned your head on her shoulder and Wanda rested her chin on top of it. 

“Any movie you’d like to watch?” she asked, combing her fingers through your hair. 

You reached for the remote and turned on the TV. 

Early the next morning, you sleepily padded downstairs to see Wanda setting up the Christmas tree in the living room. She was still in her pajamas, but she had a sweater on and her hair was clipped back. 

When you stepped off from the stairs, Wanda turned around to greet you with a smile. She outreached an arm for you to come over and give her a hug. 

Wanda thought you were rather light on your feet; you would sometimes sneak up on her when you’d enter a room. It was a stark contrast to Vision, who was quite tall, and seemed to always walk with the frustrating burden that he’d woken into another day, living the same life as he did the day prior.

It was the recollection of painful memories like that, ones where you’d no doubt see her as a spineless, empty woman, that made Wanda all the more confident in her decision to keep truths about Vision from you. She wanted to be someone different, and better.

You walked over and wrapped your arms around her waist, tucking your head under her chin before she kissed your forehead. 

“You started putting up the tree without me?” you asked, lifting your head and looking up at her.

“Oh,” Wanda replied, turning her head to look at the tree. She had only just started with the ornaments, and the cardboard box she stored the tree in was still on the floor.

She looked back down at you.

“You want to help?”

You nodded and pulled away from her before digging through the box of ornaments to begin decorating. “You shouldn’t ever decorate a Christmas tree alone unless you’re actually by yourself.”

Wanda smiled at your boldness as she watched you from behind. She pinched your side playfully, causing you to flinch away. She wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into her, pressing a kiss to your neck and causing you to giggle.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “I didn’t know.”

“It’s okay,” you replied. Then you shooed her away so you could continue with what you were doing. 

Wanda hadn’t ever decorated with anyone else; Vision wasn’t very festive, and when she was younger, her family often travelled for work, leaving her and Pietro to celebrate alone with the company of their neighbour who watched over them.

Their neighbour was a strict elderly man who didn’t speak much English and slept most of the time, whose dialect was that which only their parents understood, and was never taught to Wanda nor Pietro. Her memories of Christmas as a jointly-celebrated holiday was reminiscent of bitter black tea, imported from her neighbour’s hometown overseas, and television on its lowest volume in the late evening, playing old holiday sitcoms.

“My parents and I got in a fight a few days ago,” you said suddenly, still hanging up ornaments.

Wanda looked at you as she adjusted the position of some of them she’d put up earlier. She thought for a moment before responding, “Is everything okay?”

“It’s okay,” you answered.

You’d been having a hard time with your parents the past few months. They were upset you’d taken a temporary leave from your schooling without consulting with them first, they were upset you’d been spending so much time with someone they’d never met, and they were upset that you hadn’t been speaking with them.

You still had a large sum of money left from when you worked more often than you attended classes, and so you were rather glad not to rely on them for any financial support, not that you often spent money while being at home with Wanda.

The change, according to them — and according to you, too — had seemingly come out of the blue. But, still, you could pinpoint when it started.

After meeting Wanda, all you wanted to do was run away from things. You wanted to run from your parents, who’d always babied you and never gave you your own choice in anything, and from school, and from your friends, and from the world.

To word it more accurately, you’ve always wanted to run away from things. 

And Wanda let you. 

She took you away and kept you safe.

You hung an ornament on the tree, and instead of leaning down to take another out of the box, your arms stilled at your sides and you looked down at the floor. 

After a moment of silence while Wanda was busy reaching up to hang an ornament close to the top, you asked quietly, “Is it okay if I spend Christmas with you…?”

Looking up from the floor, you met Wanda’s eyes.

Wanda felt her breath hitch at the sight of you looking at her that way — expectantly, patiently, like what she said mattered to you a great deal. She leaned down and placed the ornament back in the box. She stepped towards you and wrapped her arms around your shoulders. “Of course, baby,” she answered quietly, speaking against the side of your head. “Let’s stay home for the holidays — just the two of us.”

By next week, your gifts for Wanda were wrapped and stored under the tree. You mixed them in along with the ones she’d gotten for you, so you could see them altogether.

Wanda was still at work, staying a bit later tonight, so you went out to walk through the Christmas market downtown on your own. You saw a beautiful jade hair clip that you thought would look perfect on her; you imagined the shade of green tucked within the brown of her hair, bringing out the green in her eyes, and her delicate fingers wrapping around the handle to clip it in.

Wrapped in a small box, you crouched down and placed it on top of a gift Wanda wrapped for you.

When she came back from work, Wanda found you dozing on the couch in the living room with a blanket draped around you. You were bathed in the gentle light of the Christmas tree that you’d put up together.

She quietly put her things down before approaching your delicate sleeping figure. She crouched down and carefully brushed your hair out of your face, and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I’m home, my angel,” she whispered softly, a smile growing on her face as she watched you awaken slowly.

[kisskisstine]

Once Upon a Time in Fairywood - Chapter 3

3 - Peri, fairy godparent! Unemployed

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Fanfic Summary: Once Upon a Time in Fairywood, FOPANW fanfic featuring the pop idol and actress Goldie Goldenglow and Peri (the unemployed), featuring Irep (super employed), as they run away from the Fairywood award festivities and explore the city altogether!

Chapter 3 Summary: Peri, just having lost Dev as a godkid, bums his parents home unemployed and regretful of his first time being a fairy godparent and failing terribly. His parents, Wanda & Cosmo gets him a surprise retreat to help him out of his rut!

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The lazy afternoon sun in Fairy World creeped gently through the windows of the Cosma-Fairywinkle household’s starry-pink wallpaper, whimsical decor, and onto the sleepy eyes of Peri Cosma-Fairywinkle, lying on his parent’s couch wrapped in a knitted throw blanket that had stitchings of nickels sewn into it.

He just woke up from a nap dream… lots of flashing light… there was a blonde girl?  Butterflies? Whatever dreams are dreams.

He shrugged it off, picked up the TV remote and mindlessly flicked through TV channels with empty bowls of cereal sitting on the floor beneath him. His purple hair, usually pristine, was unkempt and ruffled wearing the same pajamas he slept in the night before. It’s been days since he lost his job as a fairy godparent to Dev Dimmadome, the spoiled rich, red-headed brat who upended Fairy World world just for his dad’s attention (and still didn’t get it)! Sure, the kid almost got him to explode from magical backup, but it wasn’t all Dev’s fault was it? He was a lonely kid after all. Peri granted his wishes, right? He did his job, didn’t he? That’s all he was supposed to do! Either way, it’s over, right? It’s over. Peri should be happy. But lying there flicking through Fairywood Awards commercials, there was something about it that just didn’t sit right with Peri. At first, he was glad to be rid of Dev. Riding off into the sunset with Hazel, Antony, Jasmine, Winn and his parents– free of that little brat! But as time went on, that small uncomfortable feeling turned into a rotten churning at his core, that no amount of cereal or random daytime TV show can cure. Ah, but maybe TV could cure me, he thought as he progressed to flicking through channels in pure apathy.

“Peri, son? Are you still on the couch?” Wanda, Peri’s pink-haired mother entered the house, carrying a couple bags of groceries of mostly sweets. She layed out the sweets on the coffee table in front of Peri. Her husband Cosmo, a green-haired man in a green bowling shirt and slacks, and her godkid Hazel, a young 10-year old girl in a striped pink and blue shirt followed closely behind her, her purple backpack on, having just returned home from school.

“Son! We got chocolates for you!” Cosmo exclaimed. “Well… your mother got them for you.”

“Yeah but we also got carrot sticks too!” Hazel exclaimed running up to Peri on the couch and offered him a carrot stick from a plastic pouch. He took it meekly and thanked her. Hazel sighed, sat on the couch with him, took the remote to put the volume down as more commercials about the Fairywood awards rolled, and rested her small hand on his shoulder. “Sorry Peri, I haven’t seen Dev since Fairy World. He hasn’t returned to school. I don’t know–”

“Haha! Dev?! Who cares about him? I obviously don’t, hahaha!” Peri exclaimed and continued to laugh frantically. “Look! I’m doing absolutely fine! I didn’t just screw up my first godkid by completely ignoring his real feelings and not addressing his clear need for parental love at all! Ahaha! I gave him all he wished for, right?! That’s what I was suppose to do, right? I did great! Ahahaha!” 

Peri continued to laugh nervously, as Wanda, Cosmo and Hazel were taken aback in shock.

“Sweetie pie,” Wanda interjected cautiously. “We love you and we know you did your best. Your father and I were thinking that maybe it’s best that you take a vacation from this all.”

“Wait– you’re not kicking me out are you?” Peri asked.

“I mean, technically we are but–,” Cosmo answered with a smile, putting all the empty bowls of cereal together, only to dropped them all as Peri shrieked in the idea of getting kicked out!

“Cosmo!,” Wanda interjected after her husband. “No no, we just think you had a real doozy of a godkid as your first time godparenting and you need some time to relax.”

“Yeah! And maybe get your mind off Dev for a bit and take care of yourself!”, Hazel stated nervously but with an assuring smile.

“I’m already relaxed! And I don’t think of Dev at all! Nope! Not one thought of it!” Peri exclaimed frantically again, as Hazel, Wanda, and Cosmo rolled their eyes at him, clearly judging him in his pajamas from the morning, surrounded by empty cereal bowls, and just having woken up from napping in front of the TV until the afternoon. A silence filled the air, until Peri couldn’t keep pretending anymore. “Fine… maybe you’re all right. I do need to get some air maybe…”

“It’s be great for you, son! Your mother and I already booked an amazing place for you!” Cosmo exclaimed pulling out his wand, poofed Peri into a full vacation outfit, Hawaiian button-up with rolled up sleeves under his usual suspenders and linen trousers, with boat shoes. The the cereal bowls clutter was also poofed away, giving room for Cosmo to dump Peri’s luggage in place. “It’s that island place we took you when we were on retirement when you were still our liiiiittle Poofy-Poofy!”  

“Wanda and Cosmo we’re telling me all about it! It’s all these floating islands in the sky and magical waterfalls and really cool famous fairies!,” Hazel exclaimed excitedly. “Ehehe! It’s so cool! You’ll relax there for sure!”

“Yes! The Fairywood Hotel Resort!” Wanda exclaimed, and then pulled Peri in closer to whisper to him directly. “Between you and me, the owner owes your grandfather and I BIG time. If you need any room upgrades, just mention you’re a Fairywinkle and–”

“Ok ok!” Peri gently pushed his mother at a reasonable talking distance. “Sheesh. I’ll go I’ll go! I really do appreciate all this, mom and dad… but NO, I am not using any of YOU or grandpa’s mafia stuff to bully staff for room upgrades!” speaking directly at his mother, Wanda.

“Hurtful.” Wanda teared up and comments under her breath. “But we’re good mafia… (;-; )”

“Wait… Wanda, what mafia?” Hazel questioned.

“Uhh… this might take some time to explain.” Wanda sweatdropped.

“Alright! See you when you’re feeling better son! We love you!” Cosmo interjected with his wand ready and before Peri can put in another word, he and his luggage are poofed out of the house.

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[sammrapp]

Wanda Maximoff

"THE GARDEN"

chapter five here

chapter 6/?

The morning shifts by the time we step outside — pale clouds across the sky, casting everything in soft gray. The air was blowing, not too much, not cold, just fresh; and the trees around the clearing stand still and quiet, tall and big. Wanda leads the way, with a basket in her hands, moving down a narrow stone path toward a fenced-off patch of earth near the edge of the clearing. A garden. It's small but precise — rows of herbs, root vegetables, and a few flowering plants arranged in tight beds. Everything was neatly labeled in her sharp, foreign handwriting, scratched into little wooden tags. She hands me a small spade without speaking. We work side by side, Wanda taking the inner row, I kneel at the edge. The soil is soft and smells like rain and ash. Occasionally, Wanda murmurs instructions: “Pull out the leaves, not the stem.” Or, “Cut low. It’ll grow back if you don’t panic.”

I follow the instructions silently. Time passes in the rustle of leaves and the soft snap of shears. No birdsong. No wind. I lean back on my heels, wiping my hands on my jeans, and i look toward Wanda. That’s when she sees it.

Half-buried in one of the outer beds — barely visible under a leafy stalk — is a red plastic figurine. A toy. Small, weather-worn, but unmistakable: a caped action figure. Wanda is already moving toward it. Her hands hover above the toy. She doesn't touch it. Just stares. The red of it seemed to enhance, subtly, with her energy — like it's remembering where it came from.

I don't respond.

Wanda slowly reaches over, brushing the soil away with trembling fingers. Her face is unreadable — too still to be calm. She lifts the figure from the dirt, and studies it. Then — just as calmly — buries it again. Not deep, just enough to let the leaves hide it. She stands, wipes her hands on her thighs, and walks away from the bed without a word. I remain kneeling, silently. I can feel something in the ground, not magic exactly, but grief. A kind of grief that soaked the earth, silent and ever-present. When I stand to follow, Wanda doesn't look back. But she doesn't walk fast either.

The light fades further by the time we step back inside. Not late — but here, in this place, light seemed to obey its own rules like it could retreat even at midday. Wanda moves to the kitchen without a word. The stove flares to life in a pulse of red, and the familiar hiss of the kettle begins again. I sit at the same place as before, already warmed by routine. The small bundle of herbs we picked lay beside me on the table. I glance at them, picking one up between my fingers. Thin stem. Pale, gray-green leaves that curled slightly at the tips.

“What’s this one for?” she asked.

Wanda, while facing the stove, speaks without turning. “Pain. Mostly physical. But sometimes… it dulls memories too.”

I slowly place the stem back down gently. “Useful combination.”

Wanda turns just enough to arch one brow. “For some people, yes.”

She pours the hot water, then approaches the table to sit before letting the leaves steep. No measuring. Just instinct. Magic lived in her gestures more than her words.

I cradle the mug in both hands.

“And the purple flowers?” I ask. “From the garden?”

“Dreams,” Wanda says. “And sleep. Not always together.”

I blow on my tea, then take a sip. “And you grow all of them?”

Wanda looks at me finally. Her gaze softening for just a breath.

“My sons helped me plant the first bed.”

The air changes slowly. I don't move. The tea cools in my hands as i hold the mug. Wanda sitting across from me, stills for a moment as though her own words had surprised her. She doesn't blink for a long while.

“They used to mess everything up,” she adds — and the corner of her mouth almost moves. “They would pull the carrots too early. Ate all the strawberries before they were ripe. One of them even tried to make a love spell with a dandelion and a dead moth.” I let out a short breath — a laugh, not quite joyful, more like recognition.

“Did it work?”

Wanda’s eyes drop to her tea. “No. But he pretended it did, just to make the other one jealous.”

She goes quiet again. Her hands wrapped tight around the mug, as if it's the only thing anchoring her.

“I don’t talk about them,” she says, more to herself than me.

“You don’t have to,” I say gently. “But if you do… I’ll listen.”

Wanda doesn't answer but she doesn't change the subject either. And that silence — the space left intentionally open — seemed to matter more than anything I could’ve said.

(A/N: hi sorry, i had an issue with chapter five and six. i write it in my notes app and then copy and paste to here, its fixed now. thank you) ♡

[penkura]

found you! [2/3]

Summary: Twice Penguin found you. The third time you found him.

Notes: yes it's been a whole year, I apologize greatly. Everything else took over and I left poor Penguin on the back burner. :( But not anymore! This fanfic WILL be finished! I'll be working on our final chapter over this weekend! :)

Note 2: HAPPY BIRTHDAY PENGUIN, I LOVE YOU SM.

Once Law reunites with the rest of you in Zou, after the formation of the alliance to take down Kaido, the party that’s thrown is one you hadn’t expected. Its huge, even with the Straw Hats missing Sanji at the moment, all of them seem fairly content to eat and drink without worry, they all have faith that Luffy and the group he takes with him will bring their cook back.

You spend a decent bit of your time with Ikkaku, Robin, Nami, and now Carrot and Wanda, your group having moved to a more private room to chat and tell stories, making each other laugh before Robin smiles at you.

“So, you and Penguin seem close.”

You grin and nod while Ikkaku throws her arm around your shoulders.

“They’re our resident couple! They’ve been together for almost ten years and still going strong~!”

“Ten?!”

Laughing, you nod at Nami’s surprise while she has to shake her head to get out of shock. She can’t really believe you two have been together that long, you act like your relationship is still brand new, that it’s only been a few months, not a full decade.

“Nobody was surprised when they got together, we all knew for months that they liked each other!”

“You guys aren’t that much older than us though!”

“Oh they’re both 28 now,” Ikkaku grins now, while Nami is still surprised by all this, “Together since they were 19, they’ve been through a lot and haven’t broken up once!”

It makes you laugh as Nami tries to get all the information she can out of you, wanting to know all the details even though you all barely know each other. Every little bit she gets makes her more confused on why you two aren’t married yet, but you look so happy and in love that she thinks you may not care either way. If you’re happy and Penguin is happy, that’s all that matters, isn’t it?

“Its been ten years and he hasn’t asked you to marry him?”

“Nope, but I don’t care,” Ikkaku smiles when you fall backwards hugging a pillow, your own smile on your face, “Even if he never asks me, that’s okay. I love Penguin and he loves me, that’s all I need from him.”

There’s a few ‘aww’s in return, but Nami rolls her eyes a bit before taking a drink.

“Well if he ever does ask, he should get you a really fancy ring for staying with him so long!”

You all laugh at the comment but you don’t take it to heart. Nami hasn’t had a front row seat to your relationship like Ikkaku has, she’s seen you two through every fight and argument that led to you making up and being all lovey dovey around everyone again. Every time you’ve thought a gift was cheesy only for Penguin to give you something just as cheesy and you both ended up loving it in the end.

She thinks she’s probably the only one who knows that Law helped him pick out the ring for you, and she’s still certain you’ll love it whenever Penguin finally asks you.

The rest of the evening is filled with other conversations, your relationship no longer the hot topic as Ikkaku tries to ask if something is going on between Nami and Sanji or Robin and Franky, Carrot is fully invested in the romance talk still. You start to get a bit tipsy as time goes on, nearly falling asleep before there’s a knock on the door to the room you’re all in.

“Hey there ladies,” Penguin grins as he opens the door, making your eyes light up when you see him, “Came to get my favorite girl, if you all don’t mind!”

“Yeah sure, go ahead and take her,” Ikkaku waves her hand towards you and laughs hearing you almost whine out his name and reach for him, “She may have had a little too much to drink, she’ll probably pass out once you get her in a bed.”

“That’s okay. Figured she’d be ready to sleep soon anyway,” Penguin nods as he lifts you up, letting you wrap your arms around his shoulders as you lay your head on his chest, “I found you, my love, now let’s get you off to bed~”

“Okaaaay…”

Penguin is careful as can be while he takes you to another empty room he found, he made sure to ask in advance and got permission for the two of you to take it over for the night. He really does try to he quiet too, he doesn’t want to wake you up when you’re already dozing off before he even has you laid in bed. Luckily he’s able to gently kick the door closed before laying you down, though you don’t let go of him and it makes him chuckle softly as he joins you.

“You’re such a clingy drunk, [Y/N].”

“Noooo…” yawning you snuggle up closer to Penguin who wraps his arms around you tightly, kissing your head, “Am not…”

“Yeah you are, pretty thing. But that’s okay, I like how cuddly you are.”

“Cause you’re warm…”

You’re so cute it almost makes his heart ache, Penguin loves you so much. Every day he’s glad to have met and fallen in love with you, he’s beyond grateful that you found him and Shachi that day so long ago, and that Law agreed to having you join the crew. Penguin knows just how lucky you two are to have found each other when you did, he doesn’t think he’d be with anyone else if you weren’t around, there was just something about you that day that told him you were the one and to not lose his chance when he finally asked you out. He’s more than glad you reciprocated his feelings and you’ve been together ever since.

“Love you, Penguin…”

“Love you too, [Y/N]…after we get to Wano, do you—"

Penguin stops himself when he hears you snore lightly, snuggling closer to him in your sleep. It makes him sigh, but he does smile, hugging you tightly and kissing the top of your head. Ikkaku was right, even though you tried to stay awake, you couldn’t do it any longer. You’re passed out cuddling the love of your life, and Penguin couldn’t be happier for it.

“Sleep well, we’ve got a lot to do in Wano.”

After that’s all settled, I’ll ask you.

+!+

“What are you guys doing?”

“Shhh!!!”

Being shushed by his crew is something new, seventeen-year-old Law recognizes as he watches the now twelve-member group stick their heads out the Polar Tang’s main door, turning back after they’d all told him to be quiet for some reason. He quickly scans over the group and notices you and Penguin are missing, wondering where you are before Shachi waves him over, causing the young captain to join in staring out the door. All he sees is Penguin with his back to the ship, but a small bouquet of flowers behind his back.

“Is he—”

“Yeah!” Ikkaku nods as she nearly squeals, grinning brightly. “He’s finally going to ask her!”

“About damn time.” Law huffs slightly, watching his friend fidget a bit when you start to walk up, shouting his name with a smile.

Practically every one of the Heart Pirates so far knew how smitten Penguin was with you. He’d do anything to be by your side, helping you with chores, training, restocking supplies, helping you cook whenever you needed it or wanted his opinion. Some of the crew swear he rips holes in his shirts and boiler suit on purpose just so he can sit by you while you fix them up.

It’s been agonizing for them to watch Penguin, at nineteen-years-old, almost fall over himself multiple times a day just to be near you, and somehow it seems like you never even notice. You simply let Penguin stay nearby, not bothering to push him off if he leans against your shoulder, or when he’s been bold enough to wrap his arms around your waist and set his chin on the top of your head while you cook. Your friends wonder if you know what he’s been doing, or if you’re that oblivious to his affections.

Once you make it back onto the Polar Tang’s deck, your crew can only see you smiling away as you talk to Penguin about the things you found in town, while he nods as he listens and responds, until you both seem to quiet and he finally shows you the bouquet he’d been hiding, something simple with daisies, lavender, and your favorite flower mixed in, making your eyes light up.

“I, I um…” Penguin’s sudden stuttering has your crew silently cheering for him to continue, as your eyes start to soften and you take the flowers from him, “I…really, really like you…w-would you…you know, um…be my…girlfriend?”

Everyone, even Law, just about holds their breath to see what you say, since you don’t respond for a moment, looking like you’re thinking, and it makes Penguin even more fidgety than he already was.

Maybe this was a mistake? Maybe you don’t feel the same, even after the few times he swears you’ve leaned into him for comfort, the last time you’d both drank a little too much and he thought you were about to kiss him before Uni spilled his drink on you both.

Its too much for him to wait, and he’s about to speak again, but you don’t give him the chance by leaning up just enough to kiss him briefly. Penguin’s face turns bright red as you pull away, giving him another smile, this time a shy one before you try to hide your face behind the flowers he’d given you.

“Yeah…I’d love to be your girlfriend, Penguin.”

Your response causes Penguin to pull you into a tight hug, lifting you off the ground, and you both hear your crewmates cheering for you from the doorway. It all makes you laugh, even when Penguin sets you back down to take your face in his hands and kiss you again, giving you the brightest smile you’ve ever seen from him.

“I’m so happy to have found you.”

[rei-ismyname]

Is Magneto mistaken or am I taking this too literally?

Ambassador Magneto has a lot to say in House of X, especially to humans on the subject of violence.

All his dreams are coming true and he's not shy about expressing his feelings on the matter. At the Jerusalem habitat the other ambassadors (who are all intelligence plants) claim to be wary of military advantage Krakoa and the gates provide.

Let's fact check Magneto there. 'There has never been a mutant war.'

What's this then? It doesn't sound very good at first glance but can it be considered a mutant war? It's basically Magneto himself unleashing an EMP and making demands of the UN. A mutant sanctuary - one they gave him too - Genosha. Terrorist act? Yeah defs. War? I'd say no.

What else? Oh yeah, that time Magneto conquered Santo Marco, a fictional South American country. Spoilers for a comic from 1963.

Okay so shelling is bad, definitely a warlike action, though it's later said there were no casualties at all, mainly thanks to Mastermind's illusions. Still, really bad optics there dude. The fake soldiers are straight up goose-stepping. This is drawn by Jack Kirby too, who definitely had strong feelings about that kind of thing - not something he'd portray unintentionally.

You'll note Mags having pseudo telepathy at this point, mainly bc Stan Lee had no idea how magnetism works.

Let's be honest, there's a big Nazi vibe to this occupation. This is in X-Men #4 in 1963, over a decade before Mags was retconned into a Jewish holocaust survivor. I'm honestly not a big fan of the original X-Men run and I can see why it got cancelled. Magneto was their greatest foe, but he was a pretty one dimension Doctor DOOM expy with none of the pathos, willpower or consistent ideology Claremont would reinvigorate him with. Anyway, sensing defeat, Magneto arms a nuke to blow the whole country up. Yikes.

It's actually Quicksilver who solves that problem, deciding he's not okay with nuking a few million people. It's the start of his face turn proper, with only Wanda's 'debt' to Mags keeping her there, and therefore Quicksilver as well.

See? Not cool, Mags. Not cool. When it's all said and done though, his occupation of Santo Marco is very brief and news doesn't get out. I assume Chuck had something to do with that. Though the country refuses to accept Krakoa for 'ideological reasons' nearly 60 years later, so maybe not. I'm going to say it definitely counts as 'conquering their land and making slaves of their people ' though.

Honestly, Magneto has died a lot since then, had amnesia and barely aged in 70 years so maybe he doesn't remember. One could argue that the spirit of what he's saying is correct - Magneto the individual did a lot of supervillain shit but there hasn't been a unification of mutants who then warred upon humans. Indeed, the opposite is true. Most mutant conflicts that could be called a war were defensive after these events.

None of the 'ambassadors' took issue with past events or his record, instead focusing on future hypotheticals. Someone should tell them that if mutants united in world conquest they'd likely be very successful and humans wouldn't know until it was too late. Technically Magneto has been tried for his acts before an international court, and acquitted because he'd been turned into a baby and was considered a different person. Yes, really.

The conversation pivots to the emissaries being there in bad faith, with slick concealing a gun. (Not that it would be very useful.)

Magneto demonstrates why that's the case and doesn't budge on his position. I guess we could say Magneto was (technically) right, in this specific circumstance. A show of force is certainly needed to make them take Krakoa seriously. It's only fitting then that Mags acts as the stick to make the carrot more palatable. I've still got room for one more pic so here's the X-Men enjoying post-training birthday cake, cut by Cyclops and his POWER BEAM. The X-Men's first birthday as a group.

Note the contrast in vibes around the Brotherhood of EEEVIL Mutants' dinner table, with petty bickering, Mastermind being a creep (the X-Men have that too tho NGL,) and a very impressive tower of mashed potato. Good to know Toad has poor table manners and that Pietro is willing to punch on over it. Not to be mean, but Wanda's headgear looks super silly. Oh well, it was the sixties!

[clar4baby]

Disobedient [Wanda Maximoff]

Mommy!Wanda x fem!little!reader

"Baby I'm home" Wanda shouts when she gets home, but you don't hear her, she decides to go to the kitchen to see if you and Nanny are there. When Wanda arrives in the kitchen she sees an unacceptable scene, her daughter was giving the nanny what she believes were weak slaps because she didn't grimace in pain.

"Come on, Y/n, you don't need to hit me, just eat a little carrot, it's not that bad princess" the nanny tries to convince you to eat.

"NO! YOU DON'T CALL ME PINCESS AND I DON'T LIKE IT" you shout at the nanny without realizing that your mother is right behind her. Wanda, upon hearing her daughter say this, tried not to exalt me but it was in vain.

"Y/N MAXIMOFF! WHAT ARE THESE MANNERS? I DIDN'T TEACH YOU THAT!" Wanda says angrily at her daughter, you're always so calm and never yell or make a scene like that.

"mommy?" You turn to your mother with a little fear.

"Carol (the nanny)you can go now, I'm sorry for my daughter's behavior, I'll make sure this doesn't happen again." The nanny said that everything was fine and that she would go home soon as she would still take care of the other children.

Wanda arrives in the kitchen and you look like a brat now. Your mother looks at you disappointed just today when she had bought you a gift for behaving well...

"What was that scene Y/n?" Your mother asks calmly. Is she not angry anymore?

"It wasn't a scene mommy! I don't like that orange thing (Carrot)" you say out loud.

"Look at the tone when you're talking to me, young lady, I'm your mother." Your mommy scolds you.

You look at your mother and decide to apologize. "I'm sorry mommy"

"My baby, what you did isn't right. Go to your room and wait for me there" she says but you don't move, you're afraid of the punishment. You're afraid of being without your favorite stuffed animal, your tablet, or worse... without a pacifier.

"Y/n, go to your room." She repeats with a cold voice and you run to the room.

Wanda drinks some water before having a little talk with her daughter. "I spoiled her too much that's why she's like this, but I'm going to nip it in the bud, she knows I hate that kind of behavior and she attacked the nanny, that's unacceptable! But I have to take care of everything very calmly." She thinks out loud.

She arrives at your bedroom door when you run and hug her. "Mommy, please forgive me, I'll never do that again, please." You say practically crying, your mother breaks the hug and looks into your eyes.

"You know what you did isn't right, right?" You nodded. "I don't want this kind of behavior to happen ever again Y/n, you're growing up and you know this is a really bad thing to do, okay?"

"kay' mommy, I'm sorry I'll never do that again." You say looking at the floor.

Your mother thinks a little about the punishment she is going to give you. "Now I want you to take all your pacifiers and give them to me." You feel desperate because you are losing your pacifiers, but you decide to obey, you don't want the punishment to get worse. You take all your pacifiers, there are almost 20 in total. Your mother puts away the pacifiers and you stay in your bed waiting for her.

"Come here on mommy's lap" Your mother takes you in her arms and rocks you in bed. "I love you mommy" you say feeling sleepy. "I love you sweeter" after a while you fall asleep in your mother's arms.

[rxmqnova]

Mister Snowman

Y/N: 5 years old Wanda: mommy Natasha: mama Story: Wanda and Natasha spend time with their adopted daughter… ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV "Wanda! Natty! Wake up! There's snow outside!" Y/N shouts happily, bursting into her new parents' room, crawling on the bed and jumping on both of them.

Wanda and Natasha have finally made another step in their relationship and adopted a little girl they saved on one mission a few months ago. Y/N's been super excited about living with the two Avengers on the compound and especially about having them as parents.

"Y/N/N, it's 6 in the morning" Wanda rasps out, but that doesn't seem to satisfy that little demon.

"But there's snow! We have to go outside and build a snowman!" Y/N explains, a little too loudly for both women's liking.

"Honey, we can go out and build a snowman, but later. It's still early" Natasha tells her little girl, pulling her to lay down and under the covers. "Let's sleep for a bit more and then we can go and build a snowman, hm?" Natasha suggests, pressing a kiss to Y/N's head and wrapping an arm around the little girl tightly.

"But I'm not tired" Y/N pouts, looking at Natasha which makes the redhead chuckle.

"How about cuddles, sweetheart?" Wanda smiles, knowing Y/N can't resist cuddles. The little girl nods, so Wanda cuddles up to the pair, hoping Y/N would fall asleep for a bit more.

Wanda loses hope after 10 minutes as Y/N hasn't closed her mouth and keeps mumbling about what will she do in the snow and how will the snowman look like.

"You won't go to sleep, will you?" Wanda chuckles, giving Y/N's tummy a tickle which makes the tiny girl laugh.

"No" Y/N giggles, shaking her head.

"Alright, let's go for breakfast then, you cheeky little monkey" Wanda sighs with a smile, standing up and sitting Y/N on her hip.

"Come, Natty" Y/N smiles cutely, holding her hand out for Natasha who sighs with a smile and follows the pair.

———

After breakfast and after keeping Y/N occupied with toys for a few more hours, the little family is finally getting ready to go outside.

"We have to build the biggest snowman!" Y/N says excitedly, lifting her arms in the air while Wanda is trying to get her dressed.

"Honey, we will build the biggest snowman, but you have to stop moving around otherwise I won't get you dressed and we won't be able to go outside" Wanda says with a fake gasp, making Y/N gasp too.

"No, Wanda. We have to build the snowman" Y/N gasps once again. "If Y/N/N stops moving around then I will dress her and we'll build the snowman, baby" Wanda says with a chuckle.

The witch finally manages to get Y/N ready, so after putting on her own jacket, the two finally go outside and start working on the snowman immediately, Natasha soon joining them.

"Mama, did you bring a carrot for the snowman's nose?" Y/N asks sweetly, hugging Natasha's legs and looking up at her.

Wanda and Natasha share a look, a smile forming on both women's faces as Y/N hasn't used this name yet.

"Of course I did, детка" Natasha smiles warmly, showing Y/N the carrot she's brought and bending down to kiss her daughter's forehead. (baby)

"Can I give him the nose?! Please! Please!" Y/N asks happily, jumping up and down while looking at both of her mothers.

"Honey, he's not even finished yet. We'll finish him first and then you can give him the nose" Wanda chuckles, also bending down and kissing her daughter's forehead.

"Thank you, mommy!" Y/N grins, making both women smile warmly again.

When the three finally finish building the snowman, they all just stand there, looking at him proudly while Y/N's comfortably sitting on Natasha's hip.

"Do you like him?" Natasha asks with a squeal, giving her daughter a huge smile.

"Mhm" Y/N nods her head with a huge smile. "It's Mister Snowman!!" The tiny girl grins, putting her arms in the air. "Down! Mama! Down! Down! Wanna hug mister snowman!" She says, wiggling out of Natasha's arms which makes the redhead laugh.

Natasha stands Y/N on the ground and the tiny girl immediately hugs the snowman, mumbling something to him which makes both Natasha and Wanda smile widely.

"I'm so glad we adopted her, Nat" Wanda smiles, watching her baby running around and play in the snow.

"Me too, Wands, me too" Natasha smiles and turns her head to kiss her wife.

Before Natasha can kiss her wife though, Y/N throws a snowball at them, hitting Wanda into her leg.

"You cheeky little monkey! Wait until I catch you!" Wanda starts running after her daughter who's laughing like crazy by now and running away from her mommy.

"Mama" Y/N laughs out, hiding behind Natasha's legs.

"You think mama will help you? The tickle monster is coming for you" Wanda teases.

Y/N laughs, quickly forming another snow ball and throwing it at Wanda, only to hit Natasha's legs this time.

"You little demon, now you have two tickle monsters coming after you" Natasha teases, also running after her daughter.

It doesn't take long until they catch their baby girl, trying to tickle her through the layers of clothing and making Y/N laugh uncontrollably.

"Stop! Stop! Please!" Y/N laughs out, trying to push the two pairs of hands away.

"What do you think, Nat? Should we stop?" Wanda asks teasingly.

"I think it could be enough" Natasha says, so both stop the tickle attack. "Up we go" The redhead groans playfully, lifting Y/N up from the ground and sitting her back on her hip. "You are so cold, cheeky. I think we should go inside and make some tea, what do you two think?"

———

"All cozy?" Natasha asks with a smile after wrapping her daughter into a blanket.

"Mhm" Y/N nods, more interested in her cartoon at the moment.

Natasha smiles, kisses her daughter's forehead and makes her way over to the kitchen to help her wife prepare lunch for the three of them.

"We're here!" Yelena announces, making both women furrow their brows in confusion.

"Oh no" Natasha sighs as she wasn't expecting her family over today at all.

"What's 'oh no', mama?" The curious little girl calls from the couch.

"Nothing, sweetheart. Watch your cartoon" Natasha shoots her daughter a smile.

"Hey, guys" Yelena smiles, stepping into the kitchen along with her and Nat's parents, and immediately pulls her sister in for a hug.

"Hey, what are you guys doing here?" Natasha asks, furrowing her brows in confusion and accepting a hug from her parents.

It's not like Natasha wouldn't like to see her parents and sister, but she hasn't told them about Y/N yet. Her and Wanda wanted Y/N to get used to her new life before telling the family they have a child.

"Oh wow. A family meeting?" Pietro asks, stepping into the kitchen after his long mission.

"Pietro" Wanda smiles, pulling her brother in for a hug, happy that he's okay and safe home now.

"Mommy?!" Y/N gasps, turning around to look at her moms. "Can you get Mister Snowman to talk with your magic?!" The tiny girl asks excitedly, making all the adults laugh.

"Hey there, squish!" Pietro smiles widely, giving Y/N a wave. The two got along really well before Pietro left.

"Can you come here for a second, bubs?" Wanda asks, a smile forming on her face when Y/N jumps off of the couch and makes her way to her with her arms up, so Wanda sits the little monkey on her hip. "This is our daughter Y/N. Y/N/N, honey, this is our family. That is your grandmother Melina, grandfather Alexei and aunt Yelena. And uncle Pietro, but you know him already"

"I'm so happy to meet you, little one" Yelena smiles widely. "You're such a secret keeper, Natasha!"

"Oh my god! She's so cute!" Alexei squeals on which Y/N immediately hides her head into Wanda's neck.

"Alexei! Look what you've done, you scared the poor child" Melina says. "Hi, sweetheart. There's no need to be scared, grandpa Alexei is just a little silly" She says, tickling Y/N's back which makes the tiny girl giggle.

"Mama! Mommy!" Y/N suddenly gasps when she notices her snowman fell on the ground.

"What?" Natasha gasps back playfully.

"Mama, Mister Snowman!" Y/N points on the window on which everyone looks there.

"Oh no, I guess we gotta build him again then" Natasha says, pressing a kiss to her daughter's forehead.

———

Y/N being the cheeky little monkey she is, she got her moms into agreeing that her, Pietro and Alexei could go outside and build the snowman once again.

The group gets into building Mister Snowman again immediately while all the women are watching them from inside and talking.

"No! Uncle Pietro, no!" Y/N pouts after Pietro tried to be funny and pretended to eat the carrot that was supposed to be the snowman's nose. "That's Mister Snowman's nose!"

"I was just kidding, squish. You're no fun like your mom" Pietro teases, giving Y/N the carrot which makes the tiny girl smile.

"I want to give him the nose please!" Y/N jumps in front of the snowman.

"Alright, tiny one" Alexei says, lifting his granddaughter up, so she could give the snowman his nose.

The snowman is all repaired now and Y/N gets this idea to throw a snowball at her uncle for making fun of her earlier, so she does it on which Pietro raises an eyebrow.

"You want a fight?" He teases, forming a snowball too and throwing it on the little girl.

Y/N pouts, repeating her actions, but Pietro is quicker and throws another snowball on the tiny girl without Y/N's snowballs hitting him. "You are cheating!" The little girl pouts when she sees Pietro using his powers.

"Guys! Come inside! Y/N must be frozen!" Wanda calls on which Y/N smiles and runs to her mommy, Pietro using his powers to be there first.

"First!" He teases like a child, making Y/N pout again.

"You are cheating, uncle Pietro" Y/N states, the cute pout still on her face. "Mommy, tell him to stop cheating"

"Yeah, Pietro, stop cheating otherwise you won't get the really good hot chocolate I made" Wanda teases on which Pietro rolls his eyes and Y/N giggles. "You are so cold, little monkey. Let's get you changed into something warm and cozy"

"Can I sleep with you and mama today?" Y/N asks sweetly, twirling her finger around a strand of Wanda's hair while the witch is carrying her upstairs to change her.

"I think we could make an exception" Wanda smiles and kisses her daughter's forehead, receiving cheers from her little girl.

———

Y/N's all changed now, wearing her fluffy socks, sweatpants and warm hoodie, and Wanda also wrapped her in a blanket.

"Sure, my love. I'll be happy to be your pillow" Natasha chuckles when her daughter lays her entire body on hers, wrapping her strong arms around the small body.

"Were the boys nice outside, Y/N?" Melina teases.

"Mhm. But no uncle Pietro. He wanted to eat Mister Snowman's nose" Y/N says with a pout, making everyone around her chuckle.

"Well, but that wasn't very nice, was it?" Wanda asks on which Y/N shakes her head.

"He wouldn't smell anything if uncle Pietro ate his nose" Y/N reasons, receiving a kiss to the top of her head from Natasha. "I'm gonna sleep with you and mommy today, mama" Y/N informs on which Natasha raises an eyebrow.

"Is that so?"

"Mhm. Mommy said I can" Y/N explains.

"If mommy said so" Natasha smiles at her daughter before looking at her wife and giving her a smile. They will surely never be bored with this little girl.

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[alotofpockets]

Cooking class | Wanda Maximoff

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: You meet Wanda at a cooking class that she teaches.

A/n: A special thank you to @catasha, without your ideas I would not have been able to finish this fic!

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You recently discovered your love for cooking. You found it both relaxing and exhilarating, being able to add all these ingredients together to create a beautiful dish. Growing up your parents never really taught you how to cook, so you started by learning some cooking videos that you had seen online but the videos were general and not that fun, so you were searching for other ways to learn more cooking techniques. In your search for options you came across a cooking class taught by Wanda Maximoff, just a few blocks over.

When you entered the building you were in awe of the place. There were rows of stove tops, ovens and counters, all basked in sunlight from the floor to ceiling windows. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” The women that walked up to you said. “Yeah, it looks great. I love the way the light enters the space.” The woman nods in agreement. “Everything is so fancy here, I can’t wait to cook here.” Wanda smiles, “Oh, trust me, cooking here is amazing.” The woman answers. “Oh, have you taken classes here before?” In response she holds out her hand, you shake it with a confused look plastered on your face. “Wanda, nice to meet you.” That’s when the puzzle pieces click, you were talking to the owner of the place. “Oh, haha, well Wanda, you have a beautiful place here. I’m y/n.”

The first class starts, and after some quick introductions, Wanda starts telling you about what you will be learning during these few classes. You were going to start easy and work your way up to some more intricate dishes. You were going to be making a dish each week for the duration of the four week starters course. Today you were going to focus on some cutting techniques, since you will be using that throughout the whole course. 

Wanda shows everyone how to hold the knives and how to get the best results and tells you to try it out for yourselves on the carrots in front of you. She goes around the kitchen islands giving everyone pointers and compliments. The dish for this week's class was vegetable soup, which meant lots of veggies to be cut. When you were done with the carrots, you chopped up leeks, tomatoes, and parsley. All that was left to cut were the garlic gloves. You felt quite comfortable with your chopping skills after the carrots, Wanda noticed and gave you a compliment, “Nice work, y/n, keep it up!” 

You continued to make the soup step by step, as Wanda told you more about what each of the steps would do for the dish, taste, texture, etc. She was an amazing teacher, she explained not only with the end goal of a dish in mind but also transferred her knowledge on certain ingredients as well as in what different ways they could be used. You enjoyed your first class very much, and the soup you created was delicious. 

Next week you arrive at the kitchen again, not realizing that you were there a bit too early until you saw that Wanda was still setting up the counters. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was so early.” You say as Wanda looks over. “Don’t worry, darling, come on in.” You blush slightly at the nickname. “I was just setting up the ingredients for today’s class.” She smiles in your direction. “Need a hand?” You say as you place your bag in the corner, “I’m here now anyways.” Wanda is very grateful for the help as she started a bit late with setting up herself, she showed you what each cooking station needed and you got to work while continuing the conversation with her. You placed thyme, bay leaves, sugar, worcestershire sauce and a beef cube on every station, while Wanda distributed the beef, canned tomatoes, onion, garlic cloves, tomato paste, and a small block of parmesan cheese. 

The dish for today was a spaghetti bolognese, with the main focus for the class being the making of the sauce. Wanda started by letting you cut your onions and mince the garlic, like how she taught you in the previous class. Then step for step she walked you through making the bolognese sauce. You loved pasta dishes, at home you always made them with store bought pasta sauce but now that you knew this recipe you were for sure going to use it. It was so much richer in flavor, while the cooking time wasn’t even that much longer. 

Before ending the class, Wanda announced next week's plans. “Next week we are going to have a little friendly competition.You are all going to create a dip of your own choosing. Email me the ingredients you will need before Friday, and I will make sure that they are ready for you on your counters next week!”

You were searching through recipe books and recipes online for a dip that would really impress Wanda. Most of the dips you found looked good but were still pretty basic. A couple of days went by without any ideas and then it hit you, during one of your conversations Wanda had mentioned that she was from Sokovia. You immediately started searching for Sokovian recipes and found the perfect dip. However, you saw that it would take a bit longer than a regular dip to make, so you decided to ask Wanda if maybe you would be able to come in earlier to use the oven to prepare your main ingredient. Wanda let you know that it would be no problem, and that she would be there starting 1pm, so any time after that would work. When you got her message back, you sent her the list of ingredients that you would need for your dip. 

That Sunday you arrive forty minutes before the official start of the class. “Hi, y/n, how have you been?” Wanda asks with a smile. “Hey, Wanda, I’ve been well, thank you. How about yourself?” Wanda waves you in before answering, “I’ve been doing good, thanks. I put your ingredients on your station, so feel free to start whenever you’d like.” You sent her an appreciative smile. “Thank you, Wanda, I really appreciate this.” 

You start working on your dip. The beets you need for it had to go in the oven for thirty minutes and would have to cool down for another twenty before you could use them. You start by poking some holes in the beet with a fork, and put them in some foil, before putting them on a baking tray. You are so focussed on your preparations that you don’t hear Wanda approaching, who was previously getting some things from a back room. Once you’ve put the tray into the oven and look up you finally realize that she is standing there, leaning against one of the other counters, admiring the focus you had. You feel a blush making its way to your cheeks again but quickly cover it up by turning around and cleaning up some of the things you won’t need to use in the recipe anymore. 

After that all there was left to do was wait for the beets to bake. So, you decided to see if there was anything you could do to help Wanda prepare for the upcoming class. Together you set up the ingredients on the other stations, while you were asking Wanda questions about what got her started on cooking. You learned that her mother loved to cook, and that after she passed away when Wanda was younger. Wanda shared that she felt closest to her while she was cooking, which is how she got into cooking. You shared how you got into cooking, and wanting to learn more about her. The conversation flowed so easily you hadn’t noticed that half an hour had passed until the oven beeped. 

You take out the tray with beets and let them cool down on the counter. The conversation with Wanda not faltering while you walk around in the kitchen. Soon after the rest of the class walks in. Wanda greets everyone separately before starting the contest. “Alright, I’ve seen some delicious ingredients in your lists, and I cannot wait to try the dips you have come up with! Is everybody ready?” The class cheers. “Ready, set go!” Wanda jokes, she was having so much fun with the competition. She walked around the counters to see what everybody was working on, lingering a bit longer at your counter. You add some yogurt to your grated beets and stir the mixture together. To give the dip some extra flavor, you add some finely chopped garling, some pepper and a pinch of salt. Finally, to top it off, you chop up some spring onion and sprinkle it over the top of your Sokovian purple beetroot dip.

Everyone presents their dip to the class, and Wanda tastes all of them. You could see that she had some clear favorites, and got a little nervous for her to taste yours. Those nerves went away once you saw the sparkle in her eyes after she tried it. You give her a knowing smile, before she moves to the next counter. 

“You have all made some incredible dips, I am very impressed. I am also very proud of the creativity you all put into these recipes. However, there can only be one winner, and that is…” Wanda looks at all the dips in front of her, before picking up yours. “Y/n!” The class applauds, and congratulates you on your win. The class ends and everyone starts walking out. You clean up extra slow, hoping to spend some more time with Wanda. She notices and walks over, “So, did you pick a Sokovian dish to impress me?” You laugh, “Depends, did it work?” Wanda laughs with you. “It did, the flavor brought me right back to my childhood. I remember this dip being present on every birthday platter.” You smile as she talks about her connection with the dish that you made. “Yeah, I hoped to be a step ahead with the Sokovian origin but the dip actually tastes amazing.” 

“Hey y/n, if I’m out of line here, please let me know but I was wondering if maybe you would like to come over to my place and cook dinner together tonight?” Wanda looks up at you hesitantly. “Yeah, that sounds wonderful.” The corners of her lips perk up slightly, “Like as I date, I mean.” You place a reassuring hand on her shoulder, “Yes, I would love that.” You exchange numbers so Wanda can send you her address. “Oh, and you can bring your dip, that way we can use it in the starter.” You tell her that you think that’s a great idea. “I’ll make some flatbread for it and then we can cook the main course together.”

A couple hours later, you make your way over to Wanda’s house. You ring the doorbell, and just seconds later Wanda opens the door. “Hi, y/n, come in. The flatbread is almost ready, and do you want a drink? Wine? Water? Oh, I can put on some music, maybe?” Your heart warms at the way Wanda is so clearly nervous rambling. You reach out your hand to take a hold of hers, in order to ground her. “I’ll have whatever you are having, and music sounds nice.” Wanda looks down at your hands, her cheeks flushed. The moment gets interrupted by the ding of the oven. “Oh, I have to get that.” Wanda says and rushes off, leaving you on the doorstep. You smile and shake your head, as you let yourself in and close the door behind you. While Wanda was in the kitchen, you walked around her living room, admiring the way she decorated the space. 

Wanda walks back into the living room with a tray in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. “You have a beautiful place, Wanda.” She thanks you as she places two wine glasses, and a platter with the flatbread down on the table. You place the beetroot dip next to them, and reach for the bottle of wine when Wanda walks to the side to turn on some music. You fill up the glasses and hand Wanda one when she walks back and sits down on the couch next to you. Wanda relaxes more as the conversation starts up.

You sip on your wine, as you enjoy your starter together before going to the kitchen with Wanda to cook the main course. You're cutting up some vegetables, while Wanda walks around gathering pots and pans, utensils, spices, and the rest of the ingredients. She moves behind you, placing a hand on your back, making sure that she wouldn't bump into you while you're holding a chef's knife. Instead the gentle touch just distracts you from the chopping, as a blush crept up your cheeks. Wanda does this a couple more times as she walks from side to side in the kitchen, noticing your flustered state every time her hand touches your back.

"Hey, Wands, how can I best cut these?" You say as you move onto the next vegetable. She tells you how she would cut them, and you give it a try. Failing at your first two attempts, not being used to holding the knife in that way. "Want me to show you?" Wanda offers. "Yes, please." You expected Wanda to take the knife from you as she reached out for it but instead she takes a hold of your hand, and moves her body to stand behind you. Your breath hitches, when Wanda says, "Follow my lead." next to your ear. She starts moving your hand in the motion of the cut besides the vegetable before you actually slice into the vegetable on your cutting board together. Focusing on the technique is nearly impossible with Wanda pressed against your back. "See, easy as that. Now you try." Wanda keeps standing behind you but leans to the side and puts her hand on the counter, looking over your shoulder. Though you had trouble focussing for a moment, you practiced the motion Wanda just showed you once besides the vegetable again, before you tried it for real. “Yeah, that’s it! Nice work.” Wanda compliments you. You look over at Wanda with a proud smile plastered on your face. She smiles back at you and leans in to place a soft kiss on your cheek. Your cheeks instantly redden. “I hope that was okay.” Wanda says nervously. You smile at her again, “It was more than okay, Wands.”

The dinner came along nicely, you made a great team in the kitchen. You were sipping on your wine and swaying to the music as you effortlessly danced around each other in the kitchen. Wanda set the table along with some candles. The food tasted amazing, you were so happy with how it turned out. 

You cleaned up the dishes together before it was time for you to go home. Wanda only lived a couple of blocks away, so after the few glasses of wine that you had had, you could easily walk home again. Wanda walked you to the door, plans for seeing each other next already made. “Hey, Wanda, I know this was only the first date but can I kiss you?” In response Wanda smiles and leans in. You meet her half way into a soft kiss. You smile into the kiss and feel Wanda doing the same, making the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. On your walk home you can’t stop smiling. Once you enter your home, you text Wanda to let her know that you made it home safely.

Before the last cooking class the next Sunday, you had met up with Wanda many times again. You went on a picnic date on your day off, and enjoyed some snacks by the waterfront. Wanda joined you to try out one of your hobbies. Besides that you spend most evenings after work together, either watching a movie or just hanging out. When Sunday came around, it felt like you had known Wanda for years. When the class was over, you helped her clean up once again, and went home with her after another movie night. 

What you thought would be a one time cooking class to learn something new, turned into dating an incredible chef who would teach you all about it from the comfort of both your homes. Signing up for that class, had led to meeting your new favorite person, and you could not be happier.

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Chapter Three - Call me Bucky

Bucky Barnes Mob AU x Femme Reader

You're hard at work in Pepper's Bakery when notorious mob boss James 'Bucky' Barnes darkens your doorway one typical afternoon, and life is never the same again.

18+ - please see Masterlist for full list of warnings

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Chapter 4

A few days had passed and everything seemed to be bumbling along as normal. No more surprise visits from mobsters, no more outlandish tips. The bakery had its steady buzz of happy customers and business was good.

You'd been trying out a new carrot cake recipe during a late afternoon lull the following Monday. Wanda was out sick so it was just you, but that was okay because Mondays were always quiet and you could handle things alone. You hadn't had a customer in over an hour so were in the back mixing when you heard the bell going.

"Be right there!" You called to the front of the shop.

You wiped your hands on your apron, cursing at what a mess you'd made. Your forehead was sweaty and you had butter and flour over your clothes in spite of the apron. Oh well. Hopefully you wouldn't scare the customer off...

You wandered back to the front of the store to find a tall gentleman in a fancy suit with his back to you, engrossed in his phone. Probably a business type popping in for a late afternoon sugar hit. You got a lot of those.

"Hi sir, how can I help today?" You ask as you take your place at the counter.

The man spins to face you and you can't help but gasp in surprise when you see who it is. James Barnes. He's back. He looks as slick as he did last time, immaculate in his tailored suit. His hair is carefully coiffed with a hint of gel, not a single strand out of place. Still gorgeous, too.

He smirks at your reaction.

"Surprised to see me, Doll?" He asks playfully.

"Sorry Mr Barnes, I didn't realise it was you" you explain. You try to ignore how his nickname for you sends shivers down your back.

"Well, I just enjoyed your merchandise so much last week I had to drop by again".

You smile at him warmly, dropping his gaze because it's so intense that it almost feels wrong to look at him directly.

"Great to hear that. So what would you like today?" Your professional veneer is hanging on by a thread.

He ignores your question and his eyes drop to your messy apron.

"What are you making?" He asks.

You fumble with the apron, embarrassed by your dishevelled appearance in contrast to his well-groomed figure. You must look like such a messy slob to him.

"Oh...just some carrot cake. I'm tweaking the recipe. Had a bit of a quiet period so thought I'd get a jump start" you chuckle nervously.

Why are you nervous?

You know why you're nervous.

He nods and smiles, scrutinising your appearance briefly before he looks back to the counter.

He begins to pick out cakes and pastries again, meticulously studying each section of the display case as he points out what he wants with a gloved finger. He asks for specific choices too. 'That doughnut third from the back' or 'that cookie second from the front'. You begin to understand that James Barnes is a man who likes things just so. And you would bet good money that he's like that in his day job, too.

You pack up his selections and ring him up, it's harder to keep up this time without Wanda. You take his credit card once again and he tries to pass you another obscenely high bill from his wallet.

"Oh I can't accept that" you explain, waving your hand at it.

He laughs. "Why not?"

"You already over tipped me last week. Honestly, Mr Barnes, you don't need to do that. Thank you, but really. You already spend so much here". You smile awkwardly at him, knowing full well he's going to fight you on this.

James chuckles. "I hope you're not telling me what I can or can't do with my own money, Doll..."

"Oh, no, of course not. It's just..." but you have no words for him. No excuses. Not without telling him that you feel uncomfortable taking cash from a mob boss, anyway.

He nods. "That's what I thought" he tells your firmly. In a single fluid motion he rolls the note up and leans over the counter, placing it inside your apron pocket.

You laugh. "Ass" you mutter quietly as you smile to yourself.

The word slips out before you can stop it. You clasp your hand over your mouth in surprise as if you can put it back in, but that horse has already bolted.

James' brows furrow. "What did you say?" He asks you accusingly. His eyes narrow and you see a brief glimpse of the scary man you'd seen on the news.

"Nothing. Nothing. I'm sorry...nothing" you reply casually, busying yourself with stacking up his boxes. You feel sick suddenly.

How could you forget yourself so carelessly?

He leans forward, the beginnings of a smirk on his lips. "Did you just call me an ass?" he asks as his eyes burn into you.

You try to think of a lie but his smirk is contagious and suddenly you're giggling.

"Oh, this is funny is it?" He asks. But his voice is soft, his face amused. It's clear this has tickled him.

"God, I genuinely am sorry" you tell him as you compose yourself. "That was so unprofessional. Really - I'm sorry".

"Why did you call me that?" He asks, watching you.

"Just...." You motion with your hand and copy the gesture he did of putting the money in your pocket. "I don't know. It just came out. The money thing was so smooth" you try to explain.

James stares at you like you're insane for a moment before chuckling earnestly. It stops you in your tracks briefly because it sounds like an authentic laugh, not the hollow snigger he seems to try to and undermine you with.

"Okay. You get that one for free, but only because nobody else is here" he advises as he shoots you a wink.

You laugh but part of you is shaken by his warning. You know full well it might have been a different story if you'd done that in front of his men.

As he begins to pick up the boxes you realise he's outnumbered - metal arm or not.

"Do you want help carrying those?" You ask.

James shakes his head and curls his lip like you've offended him. But then he tries to balance them all in his arms with one under his chin and it's clear it's not a one man job. Even a notorious man.

"Let me just take some. Are you parked up out front? C'mon, let me earn my tip. It'll make me feel better about taking all your money" you smile at him.

James smirks back at you. "Fine. But only for your sake, not mine".

You nod, grabbing a few boxes and opening the door. You follow him to his car parked on the street, a slick black SUV with windows so heavily tinted you don't think they can be legal. The trunk flies open despite James' full hands and for a second you think it's got motion detectors or something equally clever before you notice the man in the front seat.

"Hi again" the bearded blond turns and waves to you.

You smile back at him. Thor? No. Steve. Steve was his name.

"Hi" you reply shyly.

James begins packing the boxes up in the trunk and you follow with yours, ensuring they're secure and that the contents aren't likely to fly out if Steve makes a particularly sharp turn.

"There you go" you tell James sweetly as he slams the trunk down.

"Five star service" James says with a wink. "Thank-you, Doll".

"You're welcome Mr. Barnes" you nod as you wave and walk back to the bakery.

"Doll..." he calls to you.

You turn to face him once more.

"Call me Bucky" he grins.

"Bucky" you repeat back to him, feeling the name on your tongue, rolling it around in your mouth, trying it on for size.

[loseiso]

At Onigashima omgg too much stuff to mention but I love the arc!!

S tier arc was high A but the oden flashback was peak ESPECIALLY 968 i believe

What the fuck is joyboy? My assumption rn is it's a title and that Luffy will be the next joyboy?

At first I thought it was a name but Roger or Oden said something that indicated another joyboy will arrive in the future? Or maybe this is Toki's devil fruit i just realized.

Since he's the protagonists I'm sure Luffy will be the joyboy Roger or Oden mentioned?!

Also here's my predictions for fights

Luffy vs Kaido & Big Mom (ik gear 5 is soon so maybe he's pushed to the point of gear 5 fighting two emperors?)

Zoro, Law, and Kid vs King, Queen, Jack (not sure who fights who besides Kid vs Queen, but these are the next strongest members in the raid i feel who have all played major roles throughout the arc)

Kin'emon vs Orochi (I don't think this'll be a big epic fight but rather a emotional one with Kin'emon avenging Oden)

Denjiro vs Kanjuro (I don't think Kin'emon can handle fighting Kanjuro so the second most important akazaya samurai should handle the traitor imo)

Chopper vs Black Maria (my only thought process was Chopper can use Monster Point to reach her height + hasn't had a major fight in a long time)

Robin vs Ulti (Robin hasn't had a major fight in a long time as well + Oda likes doing women vs women)

Sanji vs Page One (they clashed before. All I have LMAO)

Jimbei and Franky vs Sasaki or the other one (He's new, he needs a fight, idk what else)

Brook vs Drake (I'm not sure if Drake will stay loyal long enough to even fight the alliance?! He's working with Koby on whatever sword is when will we get more details on that. If he does get a fight i think Brook's the only one who can handle him now)

Killer vs Hawkins (I fuck with Killer so much I wanna see him fight LMAO and hawkins like the only antagonist left besides apoo who im at the fight for already 💀)

Carrot vs Perospero (Big mom pirates are arriving and he was shown for a bit in a episode so he's definitely returning, these two got beef over Pedro)

Nami vs Galette (I really thought Nami would fight her in whole cake?! She screams Nami antagonist maybe this'll the time? She was on Big Mom's ship I am Praying)

Usopp I don't think will get another 1v1 until Elbaf (which ik is the current arc)

Rest of the akazaya nine (+Shinobu) arent important enough for 1v1s i think as much as I think they're good characters (I'd kill for a Kiku 1v1 though I love her so much)

Bepo, Penguin, and the other one don't seem strong but they haven't shown off much yet so who knows (i really wanna see Bepo's sulong form)

Rest of the minks are just background characters with names besides Wanda who was pretty important in Zou

There's also Yamato who I don't know much about but I don't think he'd be a antagonist?! Maybe he'd serve more like the Rebecca or Vivi?? But with the twist of being the antagonist's child

[septemberfalconer]

Hello and welcome to my TEDTalk, once again about Naomi Novik’s Spinning Silver, about how Stepon is Autistic. I have textual evidence to support this claim, as well as a peer diagnosis from the Group Chat:

In Stepon’s first POV in chapter 11, the first two paragraphs (page 156, US hardback edition):

“I like goats because I know what they will do. If I leave the pen open, or there is a loose post, they will get out and run away…I can understand goats. I tried to understand Da, because I thought if I did, hew would hit me less, but I didn’t ever manage it, and for a long time I didn’t understand Wanda, because she was always telling me to go away, but she would make me food along with everyone else and give me clothing sometimes. Sergey was kind to me most of the time, but sometimes he wasn’t, and I didn’t know why about that, either.”

He doesn’t get social stuff! He gets the animals more than people because animals are predictable and make sense to him. His Da is always angry and abusive and nothing changes that. Wanda resents having to take care of him and resents loving him but does anyway and he doesn’t get it. Sergey is nicer but not always and tells Stepon the truth about their Mama but Stepon doesn’t get why sometimes Sergey is short tempered with him. He gets why the goats do what they do. There isn’t a question there, no difficult waters to navigate.

In Stepon’s chapter 13 POV (page 205, US hardback edition):

“Someone else had lived in the house also, I remembered Wanda talking about them, but I couldn’t remember their name. It made me feel strange trying to remember when the name didn’t come, because names always came when I wanted them to. […] If I found them then I could just have asked what their name was and I would stop feeling strange.”

My boy Stepon never forgets a name! He knows the names of everyone he’s ever met or heard of and it’s weird and bothers him when he can’t.

Also chapter 13, (page 205-206):

“It was the day after market day in the fourth week of the month, so that meant Wanda was going to collect from the two villages down the cart-track going southeast from town and the names to collect from were Rybernik, Hurol, Gnadys, Provna, Tsumil, and Dvuri. I said the names over to myself on the way because they made a nice song in my head. When I got there I knocked on all the doors I saw and asked their name and if they said one of those names then I held out the basket…Then I brought the basket to Panova Mandelstam and told her, “I am not too younger after all.” She looked in the basket and then she was very upset. I didn’t know why, but then Panov Mandelstam put his hand on my shoulder very gently and said, “Stepon we should have explained. It is very important not to make any mistakes when collecting, and to keep a careful account. Do you think if you try very hard you can remember and tell us exactly where you went, and who gave you each thing?” “Yes,” I said. “This is the day of the month Wanda goes to Rybernik, Hurol, Gnadys, Provna, Tsumil, and Dvuri,” and then I pointed to each thing and told him who gave it to me. I thought Panova Mandelstam was still unhappy afterwards, but she gave me some dumplings with a thick sauce with carrots and potatoes and real chicken meat in it, and a cup of tea with two big spoons of honey, so I must have been wrong.”

The MEMORY on this kid!! He knows his sister’s schedule by heart and knows what’s okay to accept for payment! He makes little songs out of what he needs to remember! Again he’s not sure how to understand the emotions of the people around him, misinterpreting Panova Mandelstam’s upset at him going out to work for them and putting himself in harm’s way as being upset with him for maybe messing up the accounts.

Stepon’s chapter 14 POV (page 231, US hardback edition):

“..One of them yelled “How does it feel to have killed your own father?”

They ran away into the trees and didn’t wait for an answer but I thought about it the rest of the way. I wasn’t sure if I had killed my father, because I had only wanted him to not hit Wanda with the poker; I hadn’t wanted him to fall over me. But he had fallen over me and that was part of why he was dead, so maybe it didn’t matter that I hadn’t wanted it. I didn’t know.

I did know that it felt good ot be living with Panov and Panova Mandelstam. I had stopped feeling hungry even a little bit. But anytime I thought about Sergey and Wanda, even if I was sitting at the table, I felt like I had swallowed stones instead of food.”

I’ve decided to leave out the rest of Stepon’s thoughts about what would be better, if Sergey and Wanda were with him and the Mandelstams or not for the sake of space, but it continues to prove the point I want to make. He’s analytical! This isn’t a kid who can lie to himself even for the sake of comfort. He could give himself the scant distance from his father’s death that “I didn’t want him to die” could buy him, but he knows he can’t. He was there, his father tripped over him, and his brother and sister are gone now. He doesn’t know if he will see them again, and this is still likely the best outcome because he isn’t hungry and frightened and cold anymore. But he still wants his brother and sister and would rather be cold and alone in the woods looking for them than “live with the stones in [his] stomach.”

Continuing Chapter 14, this time page 232-233:

“..but he said it too kindly, the way you say nice things to a goat when you are trying to get it to come so you can tie it up. It did  not mean he wanted to hurt me. He only wanted to keep me in a good safe warm place so I wouldn’t die in the snow somewhere. But if I stayed in this place, I would never see Wanda and Sergey again… “Sergey and Wanda were going to go to Vysnia. They wanted to ask someone for work.” I had to think about it because he was someone’s grandfather, and I didn’t know who the someone was, which was strange. But I did know the grandfather’s name. “Panov Moshel.”

This time I had to cut it off because if I include Panova Mandelstam realizing Miryem is gone I’ll make this post about that instead. But! Stepon is coming in again with his goat analogies, which I love. He’s picked up some great ways to tell how people are feeling but he’s steadfast, and again with his excellent memory. He can’t remember Miryem right now, but he can remember he grandfather’s name, even though he overheard that when Wanda and Sergey were just talking as he collected the nut from their Mama’s tree. He still remembers!

Stepon’s POV in chapter 15 (page 254):

“Are you warm enough Stepon?” Panova Mandelstam asked me. I said I was because however warm I was, that had to be warm enough, because there was nothing to do about it if I wasn’t.”

This is short but I really like the directness he has here. He is cold, as he says in the next couple of lines. But Stepon knows that nothing is capable of making him warmer, even in the best place in the sleigh, so he says he’s warm enough.

Again in chapter 15 (page 256):

“Then he straightened and looked at Algis. Algis was standing next to the back of the sleigh. His head was hanging. He said, “I didn’t fill the bucket.” He meant the grain bucket. So there was no food for the horses.

Panov Mandelstam didn’t say anything for a minute. The silence felt very long. Finally he said, “It is lucky this is a late snow. There will still be some fresh growth under. We must dig and get them some grass and whatever else we can find for them to eat.”

He was still kind, but I thought that he had not felt kind, and that was why he had been quiet. I thought that meant he must be very worried. So then I was very worried.”

Analytical! As always! Stepon is learning how to distinguish emotions, and he’s getting his queues from those around him. He knows that it’s bad for the horses to not have food, but he’s not worried until he realizes that Panov Mandelstam is. Stepon also spends the rest of the chapter making sure to remember how no one else would have forgotten the grain bucket. I don’t think that actually plays into him being autistic, but it’s very funny to me. Wanda would have remembered to fill the grain bucket, Algis.

I don’t have any examples that jump out to me from Chapter 16, but I want to note that I love how aware Stepon is of how other people are feeling. Does he understand why? Not always. But he knows Wanda is scared when she realizes the mattress cover is big enough.

Stepon’s POV in chapter 19 (pages 334-335):

“Wanda and Sergey went downstairs to help with the wedding. “Will you come, Stepon?” Sergey asked me, but I shivered, remembering all those people crammed together, in the rooms and in  the streets, more people than I knew there to be in the whole world. “No, no no,” and they didn’t make me, but they went, and after a while the sun started to go down, and I started to not like being alone in the room…I pulled my head back inside, but the house was getting so loud and full of people that I heard some of that same noise even when I closed the window. It came up through the fireplace and under the door. It got louder and louder and then music started playing. It was loud music, and people were dancing to it. I felt it in my feet not just in my ears. I sat on the bed and covered me ears and I still  felt it coming up all the way through the house. It kept going on and on. It was all the way dark outside and I was really afraid now because why would Wanda and Sergey stay down in all that noise unless something bad made them. I had my face pressed up against my knees and my arms over my head, and then there was a knock on the door. I didn’t say to come in because I would have had to take my arms from over my head, but Panova Mandelstam came inside anyway. “Stepon, are you all right?” she said. She meant it but she didn’t really mean it, I could tell. She was thinking about something else. But when I didn’t say anything back and didn’t pick my head up, she started to really mean it, and then she went and got the candle she had left on the table for us and she took out a couple of big lumps of wac from it and blew on them until they weren’t hot, and she said, “Here, Stepon, put the wax in your ears.”

I thought I would try. I took my hand away for just a little bit and took the wax. It was still warm and soft. I pushed it inot my ears and it squished into the little spots and then it stopped being so warm and the noise stopped being so loud on that side. I could still feel it in my body but I couldn’t feel it so much. So then I was very glad and I took the other lump of wax and that helped too.”

Sensory overload my beloathed. Stepon, buddy, you are me and I am you. Why WOULD they be around all of those people and all of that noise? My boy would have LOVED noise cancelling headphones if they existed in this world. This scene really resonated with me the first time I read Spinning Silver, to the point that I had to read it twice. I have been here before except no one gave me anything to dull the noise.

Stepon’s POV chapter 21 (page 393-394):

“I did not mind taking them off because it was warm, and I was sitting in a cart anyway. I was glad to be leaving that terrible city. It was even worse than before. The streets were all crowded with people everywhere because now there was no snow and they wanted to be outside and they all wanted to talk at the same time and make noise. I lay down in the bottom of the cart next to the sacks that were pretending to be Miryem and I tried to pretend to be a sack myself, but I wasn’t a sack…Panov Mandelstam got down to pay the man at the gate some money, because that city was such a terrible place we had to pay to be let out.”

He hates this place! He wants his quiet little house back, thank you and goodbye. He’d prefer to have his whole family with him, but any leaving back to his safe, quiet place is best. This city is too crowded and too noisy and his life would be easier if he was a sack that couldn’t hear but he’s not so he’s just gonna lay there.

That’s the end of his POV chapters and I don’t wanna use evidence from any of the other characters POV’s because that can very too much and also I’m not currently rereading it was easiest to just go back to passages I’d already marked because I’ve been thinking of this for a while. Anyway! Stepon is autistic, thank you for reading my roughly 2400 words so far, I will not be taking challenges to this. Seriously if you try being mean about this I’m gonna block you.

[baby-xemnas]

HELLO. I am the anon who set the example about Zoro and Killer and I have more to say. I was not talking about the fact that he is not human. I was talking about the fact that if he looked like, oh idk, Pedro, then people wouldn't find it as weird as they claim they do. Tf you mean "understandable" under Pedro ship fanart? Why not Bepo? It's not a furry thing my dear friend, it's borderline fatphobia. Just because this bear isn't conventionally attractive. Cowards all of them.

oh yea for sure

fat, doesnt have human hair like pedro carrot and wanda, silly

he is a bald fat king thats too many hurdles to overcome (not for law tho cuz he loves him)

[deadite-central]

In my defense this took so long because a school is KICKING MY ASSS and any coherent thought I could make was used up during my mock exams. Anyway, Zou

Zunesha is such a cool creature?? Person??? Entity?????? Either way, the idea of a nation on the back of a giant elephant is so cool, and generally one of my favourite settings in all of One Piece. The idea that it’s constantly moving so you can only get there if you have someone on it is so good and will add layers onto the later traitor reveal in Wano

I’d be really mad at myself if I didn’t mention this, so you know. Ryunoske’s drawn out sacrifice and death is one of the funniest moments in all of One Piece and I generally can’t even look at these pages without smiling. It’s treated with such over the top emotionality

On Zou itself we get to a bunch of funny stuff, and not only do we get a proper introduction to Law’s crew, we also meet Wanda and Carrot, the latter becoming a very important character in the following arcs

Obviously this is One Piece, so things can’t be too good. Again, I think it’s really interesting how the idea that Zunesha moves and is hard to find is put into our heads again and again, just for Jack to somehow keep appearing there. Like I said, it’s already pointing smoothly to the future traitor reveal. What Jack does is also incredibly cruel, and the minks still not saying a word about Raizo shows their commitment and loyalty

And of course, we kick things of for Whole Cake Island, with Sanji getting pushed into an impossible situation, and his backstory reveal slowly planting its seeds already. His expression is so sweet here, and WCI is gonna have his kindness as at the forefront, so it’s important for his last encounter with the Straw Hats so far to be a bittersweet goodbye

When I first watched Zou, I was completely prepared for a liar reveal plot with the Straw Hats knowing about the samurai, but instead Oda picks a much more interesting route, with the minks having pretended that they don’t know the samurai. It’s a neat choice, which knowing about on my read of this arc made Dog Storm’s and Cat Viper’s actions that much more honourable

Zou is an arc filled with so many reveals that I won’t dive into, as most people already talked about them, but I think the biggest emotional punch is put when we learn of Momonosuke’s full situation. This child has been put with an impossible weight on his shoulders, and just like in Alabasta with Vivi, Luffy wants him to ask for the Straw Hats’ help in defeating Kaido. It’s such a good scene

For my final thoughts, Zunesha absolutely obliterating Jack’s ships is so monumental, and not only are we getting teased about the voice of all things again, but also I gotta give props for this page. Zunesha looks TERRIFYING here and that sells Jack’s defeat so well