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HOLY SHIT THIS IS SO GOOD!!!!!! I AM DEMANDING THE NEXT PART

UGLY LOVE - Chapter 1

a/n: HERE IS THE FIRST CHAPTER OF UGLY LOVE!! its finally here!! I hope you all enjoy and if you wish to be tagged please let me know! Sorry for taking so long!!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Words: 3k+

Summary: When Y/N Stark finds airline pilot Bucky Barnes passed out in front of her apartment door, it is definitely not love at first sight. They wouldn't even go so far as to consider themselves friends.

Warnings: Cursing, Alcoholism, Angst * I think that’s it, if I missed something lmk*

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"Somebody shot you in the neck, young lady."

My pupils widen, and I quickly turn toward the elderly gentleman wearing a pilot cap. I watch as he presses the elevator button to the next level and faces me.

"Your birthmark." he says.

Out of instinct my left hand reaches up behind my neck.

"They say when you die your birthmark is a symbol of your passing. So I'm guessing you got shot in the neck. At least it must have been a quick death."

A small smile graces my face, but I don't know if I should be entertained or rush to the front doors.

Although his shaky, curvy posture and wrinkly skin, says he isn't a day over 70.

"Are you heading towards the twenty-first floor?" he says while walking towards the cherry red chair in the corner of the lobby. Grunting as he slumps into the chair, giving direct eye contact to me.

This man I barley know, knows what floor I'm heading to, even though this is my first time ever stepping foot into this building.

"Yes...sir?" I say cautiously "By chance do you work here?"

"As a matter of fact, I do"

I turn my head towards the elevator. Thirteen more floors to go. I hope it goes quickly.

"I just push buttons for people to go up and down. Not sure you can call that a real job, even though I've been doing this since I got to that age where they believed I couldn't do much. But I do refer to myself as flight Captain, considering I was a Pilot back in my golden days. Now I send people up as high as 32 flights in the air."

I couldn't help but let a small smile grace my lips when he said that. We talked for a while and I couldn't help but laugh at some of his antics, realizing the elevator doors open. I turn to reach for my bags and look up to him one more time.

"What's your name?"

"Stan Lee, but you can call me Cap." he says "Everybody who lives here does"

"Do you have any birthmarks Cap?" Chuckling he says, "As a matter of fact I do, one right in the ass. That must have been a slow and painful death for me." I couldn't help but laugh and salute him on my way into the elevator doors.

I begin walking into the elevators with my luggage. Heading towards my floor. I didn't expect Tony to be living as an..adult. The last time I visited him he was whoring around with a new women everyday in a small two-story sketchy complex. What I sure wasn’t expecting was a high-rise smack dab in the middle of downtown Brooklyn, Seattle.

As the elevator doors are closing, a hand immediately presses in between causing the door to reopen. A tall rugged man with light brown hair and a stubbled beard entered. "Thanks cap." He says before entering, although I can't see cap I hear him grunt something. He didn't sound so enthusiastic as he did with me a while back. He turns and gives me a knowing smile I know all to well. I see him slip his left hand into his pocket, eyeing his wedding ring.

"Moving in?" he asks, bluntly. His eyes roam my body from head to toe, stopping at my chest. Then back up to my face.

"None of your business." I reply coldly

He laughs

He thinks I’m joking

But there is no way in hell, I'm allowing him to know where I'm going. Especially if he's a married man. I feel bad for his wife.

"I could help with those" he points to my bags at my feet.

"It's fine, I've got it." I look towards the elevator numbers hoping they would move faster.

He reaches over me and presses floor eighteen. Four more floors to go.

The elevator stops at his floor and before he walks out he turns to me. " Catch you later, y/n." he winks before getting out of my view.

I frowned knowing the two people I interacted with know who I am, yet I don’t have a single indication of who they are. Finally the elevator reaches floor twenty-one and I pick up my suitcases and walk out. I begin looking at all the numbers on the doors. I'm not sure if it was 1989 or 1999. As I’m walking a guy passed out in front of door 1989 was in the way of the entrance. While I check to make sure it's the correct number Tony texted me last night, I look down at the guy asleep hoping this isn’t the room number.

Please don’t let it be 1989.

I read the message on my phone and cringe.

Of course it is..

I slowly walk to the door and try to go around hoping to not wake him up. His legs are sprawled out in front of him, and he’s leaning with his back propped on Tony’s door. His chin is tucked uncomfortably on his chest, and he’s snoring.

“Hello?” I say in a whisper hoping to ease him awake.

He doesn’t move

I step back and gently tap on his shoulder with the tip of my toe.

Still…nothing

“I need to get into this apartment.” He groans and slowly opens one eye. He looks at me up and down then he closes his eyes and he begins to snore again. Great.

Tony won’t be back until tomorrow so I dial his number and hear it ring.

“Y/n?” He answers without a hello.

“Yes sir” I reply and I hear him groan on the other side “I made it safely from my trip, but there’s only a slight problem. There’s a guy passed out drunk in front of the door. And I cant make it inside. Um..recommendations?”

“Eighteen Twenty-nine?” He asked “Are you sure you’re in the right apartment?”

“Yes”

“Are you sure he’s drunk?”

“Yes”

“Huh, weird.” He says “ What’s he wearing?”

“What does his clothing have to do with anything?”

“Well if he’s wearing a pilot uniform, he probably lives in the building.”

Oh.

“He’s wearing a dark grey shirt with blue jeans. No uniform.”

“Can you get passed him without waking him up?”

“He would fall into the apartment if I open the door.”

“Go to cap, I told him you were coming.” I sigh, because I just came from a long drive, and what help would a 80 year old man do.

“Just stay on the phone with me, until I’m safe inside the apartment.”

I like my plan a whole lot better. I put my phone between my ear and shoulder. I dig through my handbag to find the spare key Tony gave me. I unlock the door and begin to slowly open it. Except, the guy falls every inch I push it open.

“To bad he’s wasted.” I say “he’s pretty good looking.”

“Get your ass into the apartment y/n.” Tony says

I roll my eyes. He is still the over protective brother, he was when I was younger. When I moved in with him back then, it was constant fights but that’s just any type of siblings to be honest. That’s why I was kinda sketchy on moving in with him. However, I had no time to find a job, get an apartment, and settle into my classes in time. So this will have to do.

I’m hoping we have matured enough. I’m twenty-four and Tony’s twenty-six. And if we can’t act like adults, then we have a lot of growing up to do.

It really depends on Tony if he’s changed, since we last lived together. He was always the protective one around me. He always watched who I dated, who I made friends with, always wanted me home at a certain time, always knew where I was. I guess that’s what big brothers do.

I pull my purse around my shoulders but it gets caught up in my luggage. I slide it off and place it on the floor.

“Tony, I’m gonna have to hang up so I can move him, he’s to heavy.”

“No! Don’t hang up y/n! Stay on the phone with me until you get into the apartment.”

“Okay fine, but your going in the bra.” He makes gagging noises, while I put my phone between my boobs.

“Alright buddy, sorry to disturb you but I gotta get into the apartment.” I crouch down so I’m able to move him to the side, after awhile I move him enough for him to sit against the doorframe, allowing me to push open the door.

As I get back up to grab my stuff

I freeze

I look down

“Let go of me!” I yell, using my other foot to kick him off of me. He’s gripping me so hard I’m sure it’ll bruise tomorrow. While I try to remove myself from his grip, I fall back into the apartment.

“I need to get in there.” he mutters. Just as my butt meets the floor I keep trying to pry him off me. He attempts to push the door wide open which send me into full panic. I pull both my legs into the apartment and attempt to slam the door but I slam it shut on his wrist.

“Shit!” He yells. My foot is pressing so hard against the door, he fails at pulling his hand back to him. I slowly release enough pressure for him to take his hand back and slam the door shut. I’m breathing so hard my heart is literlly screaming at me.

Like I physically hear it saying “Y/n!? Y/n!?” In a deep male voice that sounds all to familiar?

Tony?

I forgot about my phone and pull it out of my bra.

“Y/n! Answer me! Damn it!”

I wince at his aggressiveness and bring the phone up to my ear.

“Tony?”

“Jesus Christ, y/n! You scared the hell out of me!!”

“I’m fine.” I say breathlessly “I locked the door, and I’m in the apartment.”

I get up from the floor and begin to move inside the apartment. Until I go to a halt. I realize what I have left outside in the hall.

“Um…Tony?” I pause “I may have..sorta left some of my belongings outside…” silence…that’s all I hear for a while. “What did you leave outside?” He sighs into the phone.

I don’t want to answer him but I have no choice. “My purse..” “Why is your purse outside in the hallway!” he says “..and the key to the apartment.” I ignore his previous remark. I hear him sigh “Jesus Christ y/n..”

“And my luggage” I say in a low voice. He groans. “Let me call Bucky, see if he’s home yet.”

“Wait…who’s Bucky?”

“He lives across the hall from us. I’ll give him a call, but whatever you do, don’t open the door!” Tony hangs up and I slide down the wall, next to the door waiting for his call.

Two minutes later, Tony calls back

“Hey?”

“Y/n?”

“Yes?”

I wonder why he always says my name when he calls me. I mean he called me in the first place.

He lets out a sigh “What’s wrong?” I ask

“I got a hold of Bucky.”

“Great! When is he coming? Is he gonna help me get my stuff?”

Silence, followed by a long sigh

“Not exactly,” Tony says “I actually need you to do me a HUGE favor…”

I drop my head against the door. Living here with Tony will consist of a lot of favors, considering he’s doing me a huge one for letting me stay here.

“What do you need?” I ask him

“Bucky kinda needs your help…” he trails off

“The neighbor in front?”

Tony let’s out a big sigh “ I need you to open the door and let him in…let him crash on the floor or the couch. I’ll be back tomorrow afternoon. By then he’ll be sobered up and he’ll head back to his place.”

I shake my head although he can’t see me “ What kind of apartment complex do you live in? Do I have to come home expecting to be assaulted, by every drunk man who happens to be passed out in front of your door?”

Long silence “He assaulted you?”

“Well no…assaulted is a strong word. All he did was grab my ankle.”

Tony sighs on the other end of the phone.

“Y/n, please just do me this solid favor and call me when you get him and all your stuff inside…please.”

“Ugh fine” I tell him before hanging up.

I put my phone on the kitchen counter and make my way back to the front door unlocking it. The minute I open the door the drunk guy..I mean Bucky has his phone on his shoulder and it slides to the floor.

“You’re not Tony??”

“And you must be Bucky…” I mumble more to myself then to him

“I’m your new neighbor, Tony isn’t home right now but I’m going to get you inside.”

I shove him by his shoulders so his back is against the wall. I attempt to get him up but he weighs a ton. So I grab him by the arms and drag him inside.

After what felt like hours his body is in the hallway of the apartment complex. I walk back outside and grab all my things from the floor and head back in, locking the door on my way.

He hasn’t moved an inch from the floor, so I set my things down and get ready to move him to the couch.

“Okay, this isn’t easy so when your sober enough you owe me big time.” I tell him after some time. I swear he’s taking all my energy out of me but eventually, I get him in the couch and head to the shower.

About fifteen minutes have passed when I come out to check on Bucky. I head back to the living room and he’s gone. I walk to the kitchen and Bucky is there hanging by a threat off the kitchen island on the edge of the stool.

“Bucky?” No answer.

I walk closer to him and tap his shoulder and he nearly falls to the ground but I’m quick enough to put his arm over my shoulder.

“Alright buddy let’s get you back to the couch.”

“Bucky” he slurs.

I look down at him confused and he mumbles

“My names Bucky.” I hold in my laugh while we head towards the living room “It’s Bucky, not buddy.” He mumbles.

“Okay Bucky, let’s get you back on the couch.”

The second I sit him on the couch he looks me dead in his eyes. His eyes are Marian blue like the ocean. I could stare at them everyday, all night and never get tired of it.

“Okay Bucky, you have to get some sleep.” As I’m walking away he grips onto my forearm tightly causing me to a halt.

I try to pull away but fail miserably considering he is way stronger then I am.

“Natasha, don’t,” he says sounding so desperate trying to pull me with him on the couch.

Sighing “I’m not Natasha,” pulling from his iron grip.“It’s y/n.”

I go to the room to retrieve a pillow for him. I return handing him the pillow only to watch, he’s now on his side with his face against the cushions. He has a deadly grip causing his knuckles to turn white. I though he was gonna throw up. Only, I was wrong.

He’s not sick.

He’s crying.

Violently.

So hard I can’t even hear him let out a single sound.

I’ve only known the guy for a couple minutes, but he is obviously devastated. My first instinct is to walk away and give him some privacy, but my heart is telling me I need to stay and comfort him somehow. My whole life I’ve been good with avoiding peoples problems and dealing with my own, but he looks so vulnerable right now.

I lower myself to my knees inches away from his face and tap his shoulder. “Bucky?”

He slowly lifts his face from the cushion and inhales deeply. His eyes are blood shot red and he looks broken. I’m not sure if it’s the alcohol or his result of crying. “I’m so sorry Natasha.” He looks me dead in the eye and reaches for my hand. Then with his other hand he reaches to the back of my neck and pulls me in for a bone crushing hug.

I don’t know who this Natasha chick is, but he must have hurt her and vise versa. “I’m so sorry.” He says pulling me from my thoughts.

I don’t know what’s going on but he’s hurting really bad, and if he’s hurting real bad, then she’s probably the same way. I want to look through his phone, find her name and give her a call. Maybe she could help make amends with him. Instead, I grab the pillow I brought earlier and put it under his head.

“Go to sleep Bucky”

His eyes are so full of pain. “You hate me so much, it’s all my fault,” He releases a heavy breath “Please, don’t leave me.” His eyes finally fall shut and he releases a shaky breath.

“I’m not going anywhere” I say faintly, although he’s already asleep. I wait a few minutes before I pull myself from his embrace.

Although, he’s asleep he somehow looks like someone who’s world just crumbled on him and is in immense pain. His face is scrunched up and his breathing is unsteady.

For the first time, I notice a scar across his jaw that goes down his neck, about six inches long. It stops roughly three inches from his lips. The feeling in me wants to touch it so lightly and trace it, as if it was the most delicate thing in the world. Inestead, I stroke his hair, trying to ease him more in his sleep, even though he probably doesn’t deserve it. This guy may deserve every bit of remorse he’s currently feeling for whatever he did to this girl Natasha, but at least he’s feeling it. I have to give him credit for that.

I get up and make my way to the room to give Tony a call telling him I’m okay and got Bucky in safely.

I look back before I enter the room and I see he looks more relaxed then he did five minutes ago.

Whatever he did to Natasha, at least he loves her enough to regret it.

a/n: and that’s it for chapter one!! what did you guys think? if you want to be added to the taglist lmk!

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𝔻ℝ 𝕊𝕋ℝ𝔸ℕ𝔾𝔼 𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝔽ℝ𝕀𝔼ℕ𝔻𝕊 𝕀ℕ 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕄𝕌𝕃𝕋𝕀-𝕊𝕆𝕄𝔼𝕋ℍ𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕆𝔽 𝕄𝕆ℕ𝕋𝔸ℕ𝔸?

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before you start, please read [this] which is a summary of the series and disclaimer -> it is good to know that this au series will have a good few spoilers to the new dr strange. so if you haven't seen it and don't want to have it ruined, pls don't read ittttt.everything i write is fic NOT fact!

A/N: yo so i am still a simp for wanda maximoff even after she became a literal serial killer-

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word count = 2k 👀👀👀👀 I BROKE THE PROMISE I AM SORRY

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chapter six: powers under control

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[ over on mount wundagore ]

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wanda looks around at the dark cave, in awe of the detailed carvings that decorated the stone walls.

"this isn't a tomb." she says as she drags her hands along the walls, "this is a throne!"

suddenly, the cave begins to rumble which makes both wong and wanda stop in their tracks. 3 big stone giants emerge from the darkness, their eyes glowing red, and they stomp over to the two humans. wong puts belshazzar, the mirror, down with a huff and begins to conjure up his powers whilst wanda just tilts her head to the side. the stone giants stop as they are right near wanda and kneel before her. the woman lets out a snarky chuckle at this.

"seems as though they are here to serve me." she smirks.

wong sighs as he lets his whip disappear, but before he could relax, red whsips of magic circle him and he is brought up into the air, being bound by his hands and his feet.

"what are you doing!?"

"making sure you don't get away. i need you here."

"for what reason? i have bought you to mount wundagore! why must i stay here?"

"DO NOT QUESTION ME!" wanda shouts.

wong flinches slightly, sighing as he knows there was no use in fighting back because it would either end up in him getting vitally hurt, or others.

one of the stone giants help wanda up onto what looked like an altar. then she uses her magic to bring the mirror over to her, placing it on the floor in front of her. she begins to idk what you would call it but basically use her powers to use the mirror to try and find where you and america where hiding.

"it will never work."

wanda's head snaps round to were wong was bound.

"what did you just say to me?"

"i said, it will never work. you don't have the abilities to see through belshazzar." wong answers without hesitation.

wanda growls, "you should watch your mouth, sorcerer. i am capable of MANY things, that you could never even start to imagine!"

wong just shakes his head at the woman's defiance.

the witch tried for a solid hour but to no avail. she groans loudly in frustration after the millionth try and throws the mirror across the room with her wiggly woos.

"there must be another way." she grumbles.

wanda floats off of her altar and towards wong.

"tell me what to do."

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[ back at aggie's joint in peach pickett hill ]

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"mothertrucker- WATCH IT CHAVEZ!"

"sorry y/n/n!"

you roll your eyes at the kid and continue to read agatha's old spell book.

"that's it darling! now try and think of a destination, that is safe of course, and once you open that portal, close it after around 5 seconds." agatha instructs and america nods.

aggie is having a very successful teaching session with america. she has been able to control her powers even more as the minuets pass on and is almost, soooo close to perfecting it. you were so happy for her, when she doesn't open a portal right over your head like she has done already 6 times!

you, on the other hand, had also had a good learning session with reading the spells. once you read a fast pace spell, you used it immediately so you could read the book faster. IT WAS 11,000 PAGES LONG so who can really blame you?

"alright i'm finished aggs!" you say as you place the book in her hands and she smiles at you getting up off of the couch.

"okay then, create a spell."

"like, right now!?"

"right now."

"as in, this very moment in time, right now."

"yup!"

"uhhhh okayyyy."

now agatha knew that it took years and years to create spells, and even the most trained witches and wizards could never perfect them easily. however, agatha knew you were capable of doing it, and once you did, it would only prove that you were in fact, the enchanter, even more than it already had been.

you begin to look around the room, hoping that something catches your eye that will give you an idea of what type of spell to create.

there.

on the small cupboard in the corner of the living room, you see the game shelf. you quickly grab the uno pack and take out the cards. after a bit of rummaging, you finally find the one you needed.

"i'm ready!"

"now remember y/n, concentrate on what you want the outcome to be." agatha says.

"you got it ma'am."

"good. america?"

"aggieeee?"

"be a dear and open a portal over y/n's head."

"NO!"

"sure thing!"

america opens the portal before you could register anything, though you were still quick to act. you through the card that was in your hand, up into the portal that was coming down on you and it glitched from over you, to over america and it closed up on the brunette instead.

you smack your hand over your mouth in complete shock.

"i never told the spell to do that! it wasn't supposed to eat mary!"

agatha chuckles, "no, you didn't, but america made for the portal to eat you!"

"ohhhhhh........" you say and the realization hits you, "MY SPELL WORKED!"

you launch into a mini dance party which makes agatha laugh, and just then, a portal opens up behind the tow of you and a winded looking america walks out of it.

"remind to never open the portal to the narcissistic-verse. NOT poggers." she says then slumps herself onto the couch.

"what was that spell anyways?"

"the uno reverse spell. pretty neat if you ask me."

"that is dope! you could defs use that against wanda! she would never see that coming!"

"right!"

agatha walks over to the two of you with a smile and she brings you both into a tight hug,

"you girls are my first students ever, and to say that i'm extremely proud of you is an understatement."

you gaze up at the older woman with a smile of your own, "aggs! we couldn't of done any of this without you! you were so patient and slow with us, it was a really easy process."

"yeah! what y/n said! you are THEE best teacher ever known to man- or witch- or multiverse hopper- or enchanter-"

you all laugh at that. sometimes, america could try so hard that she would eventually forget where she was even going with that sentence.

just then, you remember.

"holy hookers we forgot stephanie!"

"oMg i hope he isn't dead rn. that would NOT be poggers!" america says.

agatha raises an eyebrow in confusion when you run towards the fire place.

"this should work." you mumble and wave your fingers at the wood in the fireplace. low and behold, it did work! a burst of flames appear on the once fire-less wood. you squeal as you pump your fists into the air.

"woah! now that was defs steardy." america approves which is followed by an impressed hum from agatha.

you take a small bow before thinking deeply and then opening a portal to where strange was laying on the ground unconsciously. capey flies from off of your back and picks up strange, floating him over to the fluffly rug which aggie had materialized along with a blanket and some pillows.

you watch as capey lays your tutor down with a frown and fall to your knees. you brush your hand over stephen's forehead. you couldn't believe this was happening. if you never had decided to be so careless with america and go upset wanda, strange would be awake, wong would be here with you and most importantly, everyone would have been safe-

"none of this was your fault y/n."

agatha's voice breaks you out of your trance and you gaze up at her. the witch kneels down next to you and holds you close to her.

"all of this would have happened regardless, darling. it was just a matter of when, where and to who. wanda is heart broken, and she is driven by the want and need to find her boys. she's at the point now, were if you stand in her way, she will hurt, destroy and kill until she gets to her kids."

"b-but she k-k-killed all my h-homies at kamar-taj."

"she did. that is true. but, she is tunnel-visioned right now y/n/n-"

"i'm gonna kill her. in cold fu**ing blood. just like she did to the students and everyone else at kamar-taj." you growl.

agatha's eyes go wide, america's jaw drops and capey turns to you dramatically in shock.

"ain't no way in hell i heard that." america states in disbelief.

"oh yes there is. you know me and how i keep my word. wanda will wish she stayed in her stupid lil orchard hex."

"y/n/n, honey, are you sure that's what you want?"

"DOES IT SOUND LIKE I'M UNSURE HARKNESS? DID I STUTTER OR ARE YOU JUST TRYING TO GET ON MY NERVES!?" you scream making the two flinch away.

unbeknownst to you, your eyes had turned black again and you had began to float. a harsh wind surrounded you, making whatever was loose around the room, move around and slam into things.

though, you were so filled with rage and anger that you never noticed your change in appearance. but what you do notice is the change in the other two's expressions.

america has all the fear of the world in her eyes and agatha, not so much fear, but surprise in her's. you frown, now aware of your doings and you lower so your feet touch the ground which makes everything go back to normal, including you.

"i..... i-i'm sorry. i'm so sorry." you sob with your head in your hands.

this time, it's america's hands you fell rubbing your back to soothe you.

"hey! it's okay bestie. we know you're grieving and it sucks." she whispers and you glance up at her with a small smile.

"yeah.... but it still doesn't give me a reason to act out like that."

"it happens to us all kid, even me! that's what's happened to wanda. all that power has finally gotten to her head and now she's acting irrational!" agatha explains.

america frowns, "please, y/n/n. please don't end up like wanda! i don't wanna have to hurt my best friend."

you shake your head and hug the girl, "i won't. i promise mary."

"you know what? i think we're all just tired and it's making all our emotions go loopy. how about we go get some rest?" agatha suggests and the two of you nod in agreement.

"you girls go upstairs and choose a room. everything you need should be up there! though if i've missed something-....... summon it i guess?" aggie shrugs making you and america giggle.

"alright. thanks aggs!"

"i can assure you that mary and i will be sleeping splendidly."

"amen."

agatha chuckles, "well that's good to know. now hurry along! i'll stay down hear and keep an eye on sir good-looking and figure out what's knocked him out his cloak."

"good-looking is a stretch. stephanie is more mid."

"wait! what about your 40 winks aggie?" america questions and agatha grins at her.

"12,500 years darling. sleep is not really a necessity, especially when i'm a witch."

"OH alright valid. see you bonkos tomoz." america calls out, throwing up a peace sign as she walks away, pulling you along with her.

"woAh! okay! bye aggie!"

agatha turns to where strange was laying and raises her eyebrows.

"gosh! what a way to end the evening! i guess it's just you and me now mr cloak."

capey floats over to the witch and onto her shoulders, tugging her towards her library.

"what a great idea! i'll start preparing for ou plan idea sesh tomorrow! sleep tight stephen strange. hopefully you'll be of some good use to us when you do eventually wake up."

#marvel fanfiction #marvel #wanda marvel #wandavision #wanda maximoff #wanda fanfic #dr strange #doctor stephen strange #the multiverse of madness #multiverse of madness #mommy wanda #MoM #elizabeth olsen #america chavez #agatha harkness #fic series #marvel series

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LETS GO KICK SOME WHICH-ASS WITH OUR SHINEY NEW POWERSSSSSS 💅

𝔻ℝ 𝕊𝕋ℝ𝔸ℕ𝔾𝔼 𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝔽ℝ𝕀𝔼ℕ𝔻𝕊 𝕀ℕ 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕄𝕌𝕃𝕋𝕀-𝕊𝕆𝕄𝔼𝕋ℍ𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕆𝔽 𝕄𝕆ℕ𝕋𝔸ℕ𝔸?

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A/N: reader is defs the strongest non-avenger ong 🤨

word count = 1.6k

photo is mine babes :3

chapter five: DUDE ur like jesus and satan!

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agatha stares at you in surprise. but her expression soon turns curious as she now wears a small smirk on her face.

"well my, oh my. i have never been so right in my life!"

"what?"

"i'm sorry. right?" america asks.

agatha smirk widens as she places the plates of food down on the big table and slowly makes her way over to you.

you stop floating and you furrow your eyebrows in question while you watch the older woman walk closer.

"what i mean is, my assumption could not have been more perfect!"

you still don't understand what the witch is saying, and she laughs st that.

"you're the enchanter! i knew it, i knew it, i knew it!" aggie squeals as she does a little dance.

you raise your eyebrows at america who shrugs, being just as confused as you are.

"what exactly did you know harkness?"

"oh y/n! i knew you were the solitare enchanter!"

you and america stare dumbfounded at the woman. what in the world did she mean by that? yeah sure you went all shiny and got a glow up by doing the 'spell', but that hardly meant anything. right?

"look. come on over here girls and take a seat." agatha says and you follow her instructions and sit back at the table. aggie smiles and pushes both of your plates of food. you and america take them after a quick 'thank you', and just as america was about to stab her fork into the lasagne, agatha waves her hand and you all end up around the kitchen table. you sit there, unfazed really. it's nothing you haven't seen before. however, america sat there in confusion and awe.

"crikey!" she exclaims and then digs in.

you laugh, she really was a character you had to say. agatha opens up the said book you were just spell-ing from and she magically creates a pair of reading glasses in her hand, staring up at you.

"did you read the prophecy?" she asks and you shake your head in response

aggie chuckles, "oh y/n/n! it's the first thing in the book! you can't just skip to the spells cause they're the fun parts. no. no, i am lying. skipping is actually a good idea right now. most of the first pages are boring, so let's get to the helpful stuff."

agatha puts on the reading glasses and starts to flip through the pages before she stops abruptly.

"ah ha! here it is. are you ready for a story girls?"

you nod and america lets out a muffled 'mmhmmm' as her mouth is full of lasagne. agatha smiles and begins to read the unfinished prophecy.......

"dame jendi, one of the most powerful witches to walk the earth, was a selfless and good-hearted woman. she had knowledge of the unknownable and powers that were unimaginable, and of course, there were those who envied her greatness. the dame had created a spell that would give her powers to a single deserving soul. a soul, who's intentions and interests were even more pure than her own. people, without knowing about this spell, would often hunt her down or set traps to kill her so that they, themselves, could obtain all the power for their own greedy hearts. however, no one was able to accomplish their evil doings. the dame jendi was far more knowledgeable than them and would instantly find out about their plans and killed them instead. jendi knew that she had to do something about her powers, she knew she had to hide them somewhere. so she put a rune on it, in hopes that the real deserving soul will attain them. dame jendi gave me, ganjo, her ghost writer, the spells which she has instructed me to put the page in this book. only that said soul can open to it. only that soul can become, the solitare ench"

"the solitare ench?" you ask.

"dame jendi and her side mans ganjo?" america snickers.

"you're trolling right now aren't you?"

"no! i am not kidding, this story is real! names like those were normal back then."

"yeah, like 15,000 years ago!" america states.

you shake your head in disbelief as you take the book from agatha and inspect it yourself.

"there is no way that only i was able to open the spell page."

"it is true. you see, people call this the 'unfinished prophecy' because to them, the undeserving souls, there is no spell page. and of course 'ench'." agatha explains which you nod to.

"holy smacc aggie's right! if you weren't the enchanter, then how did you even open- no. even know there was a page?"

your eyes widen. america is right that agatha is right. you flipped to that page as if it was always in the book! well, it was always there, it was just that nobody could see it.

"oh wow. okay now i'm trippin. THIS IS CRAZY!" you say with your hands on your face.

"y'know, from this angle you really look like kevin mcallister from home alone." america laughs and wipes her mouth with a napkin, "are you gonna eat that?" she asks you, pointing to your plate of lasagne.

you roll your eyes at her huge appetite and shake your head, "you can have it. my mind is way too blown to do anything but think about how awesome this day has become."

"sure." the brunette shrugs and pulls your plate over to her, immediately stuffing her face.

agatha smiles at the girl, proud that she made such a likeable dish. you to the witch woth squinted eyes.

"wait. didn't the book say that the solitare enchanter was rivalries with the red bi**h?"

"you mean the scarlet witch? yes. that is correct."

"SO DOES THAT MEAN I HAVE TO FIGHT THE MAXI-PAD !?"

america chokes on her food at that, "haha maxi-pad."

"well, you don't have to fight, but it is intended."

"girl stop making things more complicated than they already are. PLEASE." you scold.

agatha apologises and waves her hand again to which the dark hold appears in it. both you and america look at the book, then to each other, then to agatha, then the book again in complete shock.

"how the hell did you get that!?" america questions.

"it was in your bag, which you had dumped out on the table back in the library. i must say that i am quite impressed you were able to steal it from wanda."

"we didn't steal it."

"oh, so she gave it to you as an early christmas present ?"

"no, i mean, not as a christmas present but-"

"we stole it. that's also a part of why she's mad." you admit.

agatha smirks and opens the dark hold, showing you the page she is on.

"you see, where the dame's writing finishes, the dark hold continues. the story of the scarlet witch, i'm sure you girls know by now, actually has a continued ending. when one of them is awoken, the other arises soon after." agatha reads.

"so basically, wanda went coo-coo and now y/n turned poggers?"

"so even if i were to find out i was the enchanter earlier, wanda still would have been the scarlet witch?"

"correct. even though they are enemies, in a way, they still work hand in hand. though, two of them cannot exist along side each other, cause it would end up in total chaos only one of them can win."

"win?"

"yeah, y/n! remember? you have to fight the maxi-pad!"

"OOF." you grimace, "so who wins? who's the good guy and who's the bad guy ?"

"they are neither. no good, no evil. they are natural."

"LIES. wanda is tryna KILL ME." america yells and you rub her back.

agatha sighs, "witches weren't really good at deciding those things. all we know is that they are opposites in every way. from thinking, to intentions and probably even sense of fashion!"

"DUDE! you're like jesus and satan ! but like, if they were both homies and hated each other." america laughs.

you frown. making a decision on wither wanda stays or you overthrow her, was hard. especially when you didn't know who was the good guy.

"does that mean i have to kill her?"

"the prophecy is unfinished. you essentially get to choose your paths."

"that doesn't make it any easier!"

you stand up from the table and walk into the living room, slumping onto the sofa.

"WHY ME!?" you whine as you cry into the pillow you are holding on your face.

agatha chuckles and comes to sit next to you, embracing you in a hug.

"there, there. it's all gonna be ok, sweetheart! you are gonna do just fine."

just then, the doorbell rings.

"i'll get it!" america says. she hops off her chair and runs over to the door. when she opens it, she is met with a peculiar sight.

"uh guys?" she pokes her head round into the loving room, "there's a cape here?"

the cloak flies past america and into the room where you are. you throw the pillow to the side and hold your arms out.

"CAPEY!" you squeal and the cloak 'hugs' you.

"what are you doing here!? how did you find us!? is strange and wong with you!? oh my gosh did wanda capture you!?"

the cake wraps itself around you and you begin to realise.

"mc-maxi-witcher just attacked kamar-taj, stole belshazzar, took wong and forced him to take her to mount wundagore and stephen is in critical condition." you tell them, tears streaming down your cheeks.

"the cape told you that!?" america queried with furrowed eyebrows.

and gets up off of the sofa and pulls you up.

"it's time for your lesson on power control moss chavez! and you, miss y/n, it's time you read my spell book." agatha says and hands you the old book.

"we're gonna go save your old man, and all the universes."

#marvel #the avengers #the avengers x y/n #dr strange and the multiverse of madness #the multiverse of madness #MoM #multiverse of madness #dr strange #doctor strange #wanda fanfic #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff #the scarlet witch #america chavez #marvel fanfiction #marvel fic #fic series #dr strange and friends in the multi-something of montana

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genderfluidnoodleboi · 2 years

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THIS SERIES IS BY FAR THE MOST AMAZING THING EVER 😩😩😩😩😩

𝔻ℝ 𝕊𝕋ℝ𝔸ℕ𝔾𝔼 𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝔽ℝ𝕀𝔼ℕ𝔻𝕊 𝕀ℕ 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕄𝕌𝕃𝕋𝕀-𝕊𝕆𝕄𝔼𝕋ℍ𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕆𝔽 𝕄𝕆ℕ𝕋𝔸ℕ𝔸?

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A/N: be prepared for some google translated latin of some weird sentences i thought sounded spell like cause idk i ain't a witch- 💀

word count = 1.9k ALMOST BROKE THE 2K RULE AND BY ALMOST I MEAN BY 6 WORDS 😭

photo is mine babes :3

chapter four: it doesn't seem like the most comfortable seat

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"here we are!" agatha exclaims as she pushes open the big, heavy, wooden door. "my library/study!"

you and america look around the room in complete awe. the place was huge! although the geometric structure of it was way past 'logical', but then again, it was a witches house you were in. the walls were covered with floor to ceiling bookshelves and there was a few ladders lent up against them and a bug oak table in the middle of the large room.

"read whatever you want! there should be something in here that can help you- oh! well would you lookie over here! my old spell book." agatha smiles.

she walks over to one of the draws that were open and pulls out an old dusty book.

"i haven't used this in years!"

"you mean, eons." america says which makes the older woman laugh.

"most probably! here, take it. try using it to learn something. a spell cruel old strange forbid!"

aggie hands you the book, which you take carefully.

"thanks! but, i'm a sorcerer, not a witch! we can't do the spells you guys use."

"who told you that, darling?"

"ummm.... that's sorcerer student general knowledge 101?"

"whoever taught you that, obviously doesn't know the past of the sorcerers! anyone can do it honey, it's simple! however, it will only work if you believe yourself to be."

you raise your eyebrows at her sayings. sorcerers can practice witchcraft? that's unheard of! how in the hell would that even work?

"i'll leave you both to explore while i continue dinner. after that, i'll help out america with her powers! have fun!" agatha sings as she shuts the door.

america takes a seat at the table and checks out the books that are piled up on it, whilst you look around to try and find something useful.

after about an hour of unsuccessful browsing, you take a seat opposite america and throw your bag down on the table with a huff. america gazes up at you for a second before engrossing herself back into the book she was reading. you slump back in your chair and look up at the ceiling, inspecting all the detailed carvings that were in it.

"were you able to find anything?"

"not on the scarlet witch. i just finished looking in the 'S' section! there are so many books there, it's unbelievable!"

"damn..... didn't aggs say that dinner would be ready in a few when we first got here? that like FOREVER AGO." the girl wines.

you smile and shake your head, "a witch can say whatever she wants, and then do something completely different."

the brunette just groans at that. a few more minutes of ceiling gazing and comfortable silence, you finally get board. glancing over to your side, you see your bag. you reach over and pull it towards you and begin to dump out the contents onto the table with a loud clunk.

america stares at your stuff that is now in a mess in front of her, when a certain object catches her eye.

"what's that?" she questions, pointing to a vintage lace-edged collar-choker looking thing and you follow her gaze to it.

"oh! that's my great mee-maa's! it's a family heirloom."

"ahhhh. it's so pretty!"

"right?"

you pick up the choker and clip it around your neck.

"how do i look?" you ask and america laughs.

"gobsmacking."

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[ at the sanctum where our bois are still tryna find a way to get their gorls back]

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strange sits back on his chair. the table is filled with maps, compasses, globes and stationary.

"this makes no sense! how can they not be in any city, state, provenance or COUNTRY? are they even here on earth!?" stephen groans.

"they couldn't leave the orbit. unless they have gone to another universe? there is no other way that we cannot see them." wong explains to his friend who sighs.

"you're right..... maybe they're in a hex? like what maximoff did with westview? the whole town was whiped off the map!"

"that is a good theory stephen. but there haven't been any reports?"

"nooo. events like these are totally confidential. they don't release any documentation unless absolutely necessary." stephen explains.

wong nods and begins to think.

"the spell for a hex requires mush skill and power. i don't think i have ever heard of another case such as wanda's ever in recorded history."

"unless there is someone who out-dates our books. someone who isn't necessarily stronger than wanda, but knows a great deal more than her."

"yet again, another great theory stephen. we must definitely have to look into this with more depth!"

"alright, sounds good........ something isn't right."

"what do you mean? everything seems perfectly normal, other than the runaways situation."

"no. no, it's not that. wanda hasn't attacked us."

"my, my, that is quite weird. i have only just noticed-"

wong was interrupted by one of the students barging into the room out of breath.

"what's the matter son?"

"it's kamar-taj! we're under attack!"

"i guess we spoke too soon"

"what!? by whom!?" strange questions and the student's expression changes instantly.

"the scarlet witch! she is trying to get belshazzar from the ancient one's chambers!"

wong and strange look at each other with fear in their eyes.

"we need to go. NOW!"

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[ back in sommarsile with the girlsssss ]

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"y/n! come over here, i found something!" america calls from the other side of the room.

you both decided to keep on searching for answers and have been pretty successful!

"what is it?" you queried as you ran over.

america spins around and holds the book out, right in front of you.

"the unfinished prophecy of the solitare enchanter?"

"yeah!"

"okayyyyy, that is cool mary, but what relevance does it have to our search?"

"did you not read the rest?"

you raise an eyebrow in question to the younger girl and she smiles.

"the unfinished prophecy of the solitare enchanter, the rivalry of the scarlet witch! it's a story book!"

"OH!"

you take the book from america's hands and open it up, flipping through the pages while you walk back over to the table and sit down.

"this isn't just a story, mary! it's a spell!"

"no way! that's probably why it didn't make sense when i was reading it. whatever language that's written in, definitely is not 21st century." america jokes.

"haha! no, this is written in latin. most witches use it to write their spells down."

"why not just in english? it seems easier."

"i actually have no idea."

your eyes scan the page as you attempt to read the words that are scattered around on it. you haven't had much experience with latin, though you knew quite a bit.

"pectora chao imple, et onerosos viribus aufer. propter avaritiam enim et malitiam excaecati sunt eos et conturbati sunt."

*fill their hearts with chaos and take from them who are overly burdened with power. for they are blinded by their greed and misjudgment, causing them to fall into turmoil.

as you read, a flash caught america's attention.

"uhhhhhh y/n? is your great mee-maa's collar supposed to be doing that?" she asks, gesturing to the choker. you squint your eyes and shrug.

"it's never done that before."

"maybe you should put it on and then follow the instructions from the book? it seems to like the witchy latin words."

"oMg lit idea!"

you both begin to clear the floor space, pushing the table over into the corner and setting up a small area to start the process.

"it says we need 17 opal stones. why 17?"

"why opal?"

"urgh idek. do you think agatha has any around?"

"of friggin course she does! she's a witch for heaven's sake! she probably has a whole hoard of them!" america exclaims.

you smile and nod in agreement, "you're right, let's find them!"

you and america start to search the library for the stones, checking in all the obvious and less obvious places, but to no avail. and just as you were about to give up,

"found it y/n/n!" america calls out and runs over to you.

and indeed, she had found a clear, silk bag with the precious stones inside of them.

"way to go bestie!" you squeal excitedly as you take the bag from her, "let's get this party started."

the pair of you continue to retrieve the items needed, and once you were finished, you set it all up.

"okay. stones?"

"check!"

"good. candles?"

"check!"

"water, leaves, sticks?"

"check, check, checkkkkk!" america answers.

she skips over to you and places the stuff on the floor.

"alrighty! it says we have to place all the candles in a square."

"that's weird. most witchey stuff are done in circles?"

"idk. it's what the book says." you shrug, "but the opals have to be placed in a circle within the square."

"okayyyyyy done!"

"sticks and leaves in the middle,"

you place them inside of the stone circle with a grimacing expression.

"it doesn't seem like the most comfortable seat ever." you frown which makes america laugh.

"well! it's what the book saysssss!" america smirks as she pours the water around the outside of the candles.

you roll your eyes at the girl and go back to reading the instructions from the book.

"gucci. that's pretty much it! all i have to do now is sit there and read the chant."

"with the collar!"

"right here." you point to the peice of jewelry around your neck.

you stand on the leaves and sticks as instructed by the book (thanking thor that you didn't have to sit) shuffling around a little to get comfortable, and america places the book onto a stand then pushes it over. you take a deep breath in, steadying it as it comes out.

"let's do this."

"pectora chao imple, et onerosos viribus aufer. propter avaritiam enim et malitiam excaecati sunt eos et conturbati sunt."

*fill their hearts with chaos and take from them who are overly burdened with power. for they are blinded by their greed and misjudgment, causing them to fall into turmoil.

the collar begins to glow again as you read the chant out.

"irae di saeviant, sceleratas incedant vias. in oculis eorum unum bonum fit malum, sed intercedit."

*let the gods be raged with anger as they continue to walk their sinful paths. good an evil become one in their eyes, but i stand in between.

you can feel a light wind enter into the room as you feel yourself slowly lift off the ground.

"male- dicant et occidunt debitores, ignorantes enim quae faciunt. Ego enim sum solitarius, ille ab antiquo. nemo resistet mihi. si fecerint, continuo paenitebunt."

*curse and kill, them who trespass, for they are without knowledge of what they do. for i am the solitary, the one from old. no one can stand up against me. if they do, they will regret straightway.

america's eyes widen as she watches you float higher, and higher and as the opal stones start to float too. your hair begins to turn into very long, thick, (👀) blue curls and a dark blue silk, medieval looking dress replaces your old clothes. she slaps her hand over her mouth, not wanting to ruin your concentration, but it does nothing to hold in the gasp she let's out when she sees you open your eyes.

they were black.

"oh my gosh." she whispers in slight fear, "that looks evil."

you feel everything that is happening to you. it was confusing, but it felt right. you gaze down to america and start to laugh.

"holy smokes I'M FLYING MARY! I'M FLYING!"

and despite her fear, she laughs too.

"yes you are! you look so cool!"

"hey girls! sorry it took so long! turns out i hadn't even turned the stove on! hahahaaa! anyways, here is your-" agatha stops herself, mid-sentence. which is a never happening occurrence.

"uhhhhhh......"

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genderfluidnoodleboi · 2 years

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I HAVE WAITED SO LONG AND IT DOESN'T DISAPPOINT!!!!!!!! 😩

𝔻ℝ 𝕊𝕋ℝ𝔸ℕ𝔾𝔼 𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝔽ℝ𝕀𝔼ℕ𝔻𝕊 𝕀ℕ 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕄𝕌𝕃𝕋𝕀-𝕊𝕆𝕄𝔼𝕋ℍ𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕆𝔽 𝕄𝕆ℕ𝕋𝔸ℕ𝔸?

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A/N: not much to say. oh, actually, there is one thing NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP, NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOOOWWWNNN🕺🕺🕺🕺🕺🕺🕺🕺

@goodness-gaycious @incorrectlycorrectfun @wandaspov @itsthescarletwitch @smallestavenger @n0idl1nq @windchaser1990 @tu-mama727 @therealhawkguy

word count = 1.7k

photo is mine babes :3

chapter three: the stranger flags are red, unless they spare you a bed

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the hotdog stand guy, mikey, hands the lady the three dogs and sets up his stall for the next customer.

"here you go girls! better start chompin before they go cold!" she says as she passes you and america a dog each with a smile.

"th-th-thanks?" america stutters out which makes the lady chuckle.

"my name's agatha. agatha harkness!"

"it's nice to meet you! i'm america chavez, and this is my friend y/n y/l/n!"

"heyyyyy."

"aww! what gorgeous names, for such gorgeous girls." aggie complements with a wink.

america's eyes widen and you choke on your hotdog. the brunette is quick to be at your assistants and attempts to un-choke you by hitting you square on the back, but to no avail.

all of a sudden, you stop choking which makes america stand tall with pride.

"ha! i knew i could do it!"

however, after straightening yourself out, you raise an eyebrow at agatha, to which she only raises one right back.

"i know a witch when i see one." you smirk and america stops her little happy dance and gives you a confused pout.

"huh?"

"well, i know you girls need a place to stay. my house is just there and dinner is on the stove." aggie says.

america is now extremely confused. how did she know that?

"OH MY GOSH NO YOU ARE WANDA MAXIMOFF I KNOW IT! YOU ARE GONNA KIDNAP US AND STORE US IN YOUR BASEMENT!" she screams and you quickly cover her mouth.

agatha tsks and shakes her head, "you really think if i were her, i'd be that easy? i would really be giving it away by saving y/n from choking to death, wouldn't i? it's not very easy to trick a sorcerer."

"WAIT HOLY SMACK HOW DOES SHE KNOW THAT YOU ARE A SORCERER and it wasn't me who saved y/n/n from the claws of death?"

"sadly, no, i did that, and as a witch myself, i know a sorcerer when i see one." agatha replies with a another wink. "aaannnddd i might've seen the sling on her fingers but hey! who's asking?"

america now has 3 less brain cells than she did at the start of this conversation. was she missing something? had she zoned out half way through the convo? maybe she just wasn't plugged into the weird telepathy that was going on between you and agatha.

"so? are you coming or what? i've got a spare room with two beds, and more than enough space for yall."

"well the stranger flags are red, unless they spare you a bed i guess."

"uhhh that's not how the saying goes, y/n/n"

"maybe in your universe mary." you shrug and start to follow agatha.

"wait up!" america calls out and runs towards you and stops in front of you and walks backwards as she whisper yells to you.

"ok but what if she is working with wanda, and then she stores us in her basement until mc-maxi-witch gets here?"

"oh darling, i can assure you. wanda maximoff is a far cry from agatha harkness, in the terms of sanity." aggie tells america and that causes her to speed up and walk backwards in front of her instead.

"so you're telling me, you know wanda, but you're not working for her?"

"that is correct. watch your step honey."

and just before america trips over the step, you open a portal that makes her miss it, and walk straight again. america sighs in relief before leaning her arm on your shoulder.

"thanks."

you all walk up the steps to the front door and agatha opens it, guiding you inside. you and america follow close behind her as you take in your surroundings. it was a nice little house, decorated like a 15th century witch would. wind chimes where hanging from the ceiling, dream catchers and beaded curtains separating the rooms. you watch as agatha walks over to the kitchen and pours out 3 glasses of water and brings them over to where you both are, handing them to you.

"please! take a seat!" aggie says, gesturing to the couch.

america takes a seat next to the older woman while you take a seat on the rocking chair opposite.

"dinner will be ready in a few, but for now, tell me. why are you on the run from wanda maximoff?"

"um.... it's kinda complicated. basically, she wants to take my powers so she can travel to through the multiverse and live with her children again."

"you can travel through the multiverse!?"

"yup!"

"however, if wanda takes mary's powers, it would result in death."

"straight away. powers stolen? death now rollin." america sings and pretends to slit her throat with her thumb.

agatha sighs at that, "oh..... i knew this day would come, but just not so soon. guess that is my own doing."

"what do you mean by that?"

"well, back in westveiw, i had pretty much aggravated wanda to point break because of my greed for power."

"back the truck up. you were in westveiw? like, when wanda mind-controlled everyone?" you ask in disbelief and aggie nods her head.

"i was."

"you were the purple witch lady!?"

"that i was also, miss chavez."

"goodness gracious me!"

"golly lollies." you mumble.

agatha holds her head down in guilt, even though she was an evil woman, she still knew it was wrong of her to let it get this far.

"after essentially being put back in place by the girl, she sent me into whatever mind hex spell she had put on the other westveiw residence, turning me into the character agnes 'permanently'. i was eventually able to get out of it, of course. she hadn't perfected the spell completely, so i was able to find some holes. i moved out here to pack pickett to get away from my wrong doings and start over. anyway, it was sometime last year that i actually sat down and began to think, what the hell i was going to do if i did ever take wanda's abilities from her? what would be the next move? and it's then when i found out that i, in fact, had humongous tear in my so called 'plan'. turns out, having all the power and authority ever to exist can become quite annoying, and most probably lonely."

you and america look at each other with frowns. in a way, you kind of felt sorry for aggie, but then again, it was the consequence of her actions. america lays her hand on agatha's back and rubs it up an down slowly.

"we all make mistakes aggs. it's just a fact of learning from them. you can't make the same mistake twice, and if you do, it then becomes a diliberate action." she explains.

agatha gazes up at her and gives her a weak smile.

"OH MY GOD YOU WERE CRYING? Y/N/N GET AGGS SOME TISSUE RIGHT NOW."

you and agatha laugh at america's genuine concern and you go and grab some tissues from the kitchen.

as you reach the counter to get the said item, you feel something brushing at your legs. you glance down and see a bunny?

"oh! hey there lil guy!" you pick up the bunny and it instantly snuggles into your warm hold, seeming quite content. you walk back into the living room, carefully, and hand the tissues to agatha and she chuckles.

"i'm guessing that señor scratchy really likes you!"

"ha, i guess so."

"he doesn't like most people, just like his mother!" aggie says and you all laugh. as you sit back down, agatha begins to talk about her past, different stories and her evil doings as a youth.

"oh my honkers you realLY MADE YOUR FELLOW WITCH-EES DISSAPATE INTO CORPSES?" america shouts in shock.

agatha laughs and nods, "yes, i did. i can't say i'm very proud of it though. now looking back at it, it was that same power-thirsty witch that made me hurt wanda the day."

"oh... WE ALL MAKE REGRETFUL CHOICES but ok. foreal now. i asked you this earlier and you gave me a ridicules response. how old are you really?"

"i wasn't lying!"

"I'M SORRY WHAT? no one is 12,000 years old, woman!"

"12,00!?" the look on your face makes agatha laugh.

"12,503 to be precise. i've been around for quite a few centuries!"

"i think a few is an understatement." america mumbles which makes agatha laugh again.

"how old are you, runaway?"

"um. i'm 20."

aggie raises an eyebrow at the younger girl.

"is that so?"

"no. i'm 20. mary's 15."

"LIES."

"america, honey, you can't lie to a sorcerer and a witch." agatha states causeing america to huff.

you shake your head in amusement and begin to think about the current situation you've found yourself in. two days ago, you were running around care-free with america, exploring new places and universes, thinking everything will be fine. planning on going to visit strange and wong, in a more formal matter, back at the sanctum but america ended up opening a portal to wherever wanda decided to reside after the events of westveiw. although you will admit it was your fault that wanda got angry however, she was trying to kill your new best friend! now on the run from the crazy wackus bonkus, you found yourself inside one of the witch's old nemesis' home, in a county you have never heard of. ever. the nemesis is currently repenting of her selfish actions- A LOT HAS TAKEN PLACE AND IT HASN'T EVEN PAST THE WEEK MARK.

you get up off of the rocking chair and take a seat next to agatha on the couch, placing scratchy on her lap.

"agatha?"

"hmmm?"

"do you wanna make things right?"

"what do you mean?"

"correct your wrongs, and retake your mistakes?"

"if there is any way i can redeem myself, i'll do it without question."

you look over at america and you both smile.

"then, you can start by helping us study, and also, teach america how to control her powers." you tell her.

"yeaahhhh i can only open portals when i'm scared."

"well that's not true darling."

"ummmm it is? i am the one who struggles to do it on command?"

"everyone can control their abilities. it's just a matter of actually believing you can do so."

"huh?"

"oh my. you both have a lot to learn, and i have the key to it all." aggie says with a smirk, dangling a key from her finger.

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genderfluidnoodleboi · 2 years

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if this isn't agnes imma flip tables 😤

𝔻ℝ 𝕊𝕋ℝ𝔸ℕ𝔾𝔼 𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝔽ℝ𝕀𝔼ℕ𝔻𝕊 𝕀ℕ 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕄𝕌𝕃𝕋𝕀-𝕊𝕆𝕄𝔼𝕋ℍ𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕆𝔽 𝕄𝕆ℕ𝕋𝔸ℕ𝔸?

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before you start, please read [this] which is a summary of the series and disclaimer -> you should know that this au series will have a good few spoilers to the new dr strange in them. so if you haven't seen it and don't want to have it ruined, pls don't read ittttt. everything i write is fic NOT fact!

A/N: idk what i should say tbh. ummmm GO TEAM CAP‼

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chapter two: we goin peach pickett hill - county of sommarsile

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"any luck?" you ask america as she walks through the old, rotting doors.

you both have been in 'hiding' for the past 2 days after the scary wanda incident back at the cafe in new york. whilst wandering aimlessly in a woodland for hours after your fast escape, you came across an old barn that looked to have been abandoned for a good amount of time. you and america walk up to the doors cautiously and scan the area, and once you both knew it was safe, it was your hide out. the barn was far away from anything and hidden enough that you two could be invisible for a good while.

"i'm surprised we're still alive!" you exclaim and america glances over to you.

"what do you mean?"

"i mean, it's shocking to me how we haven't starved to death, been eaten alive or dismembered by mc-maxi-witch yet."

america chuckles at you and takes a seat in the hay stack beside the one you were laying in with a sigh.

"can't you just magic something? aren't you a sorcerer ? where are the socerings?"

"yeah but urgh I WISH. stephs wouldn't teach me that cause i wAs nOT reAdY." you mock, a scoff following right after. america gives you a pout which makes you roll your eyes.

"i don't need pity, i need FOOD."

"you think you're the only one."

"......... we could just venture to a town? i'm sure there's one close by."

"don't you think that's too much of a high risk? being out in the open when there's a warrant for our abductions or possible deaths ?"

"ok facts. BUT what if we were stealthy? like black widows?"

"we could be as sly as a fox and she would STILL notice us y/n. our looks are our biggest give away!" the brunette points out.

you groan. you know she was right. of hecking course wanda would notice you even if you tried your best to fit in with the crowd. she was a goddamn witch after all. she'd sniff your lie out from a lightyear away!

you sit up and rest your cheek on your had as you rake through every possible idea your brain could muster. then you had it.

"I'VE GOT IT!"

"what? what is it?"

"witcho will never notice us if we wear a disguise." you say, wiggling your eyebrows.

america hums in agreement, "that's actually a good idea. sooooo how exactly are we gonna execute that plan?"

"i'll summon the disguises, obviously."

"hold on. so strange wouldn't teach you how to make food, but he taught you how to create a whole new identity for yourself?"

"no, he didn't teach me. i read his study book! not my fault he left it open in my curious presence." you shrug.

america shrugs too and gets up off the bale, pulling you up with her too.

"let's get to work then y/n/n!"

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[ at the kamar-taj library with wong and stephen ]

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"we have tried everything in this book! and all of those ones too! where on earth could they be hiding?" stephen asks, annoyance and worry lacing his voice.

"maybe y/n is using an invisibility spell?" wong suggests but strange shakes his head.

"i never taught her."

"you have not taught her one of the most simple spells in the program?"

"no, she wasn't ready."

"and how do you know that?"

"well, for some odd reason, her sorcery skills were FAR beyond what a beginner's should be! she was able to open portals with her sling straight away, lucid dream without getting caught in the underworld, cast manipulation spells on her piers and she could even work WITH the mirror dimension! how do you even do that!?"

wong frowns at strange, "there is no reason that those occurrences meant she 'wasn't ready' stephen. although that is extremely unusual, it doesn't mean that you should not have taught her."

"i-.... i just thought she had enough on her plate and she was already way ahead of all the other students."

"so? y/n is your student. you should always want what's best for her! and if she was mine, i'd always brag about her fast learning abilities. it's something to be proud of, not ashamed. i'd want her to learn as many spells and tricks as possible, hearing her understanding was so great." wong says.

stephen lowers his head in disappointment of his own actions. how could he let his fears get in the way of your future as a sorcerer? he knows it was wrong to keep you from learning new ones, but he didn't want you to end up having too many abilities at once. stephen knew there was a lot more he had to learn about when it came to your capabilities. he knew, you knew a lot more than the average student did.

"i'll apologise. when we find them, i'll let y/n choose whatever spells she wants to learn and i'll teach her without question!" strange says, "thanks wong. you really are an insightful man."

wong smiles at his friend and gives him a contenting nod, "you are welcome. now, let's get back to finding those kids."

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[ back to wandering with the gworls 💅 ]

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"did you really have to make me blonde?" america groans for what seems like the millionth time. you roll your eyes and stop walking.

"what's wrong with being a blonde mary?"

"are you foreal? i look like a bimbo!"

"no you don't!"

"in these clothes i do." she says as she points at her tight fitting crop top and flairs, "i look like i just came out of a 2002 britney spears music video!"

"oof.... well, who said being a bimbo was a bad thing?"

"SINCE WHEN WAS IT A GOOD THING?"

"i think you look great mary! bringing back 2k is quirky!"

"if quirky was a strip-club subsection, i'd be their favourite performer."

"bro! that is rude! i take offence on behalf of all the blondies out there!"

"whatever, right now, i'm illegally blonde." america scoffs.

after dragging yourselves aimlessly through the densely tree-d forests for hours on end, you finally come to a road that actually looks like it goes somewhere. reluctantly, you both follow the road for about a mile when you come to a huge sign.

"welcome to peach pickett hill, county of sommarsile, monta- MONTANA? you're telling me, of all the places you coulda slung us to, MONTANA was the best choice!?" america asks you in disbelief.

"babe. if we are hiding from red wrist watch, you really think i'm about to take us to cAliFOrNiA? what a stoopid lil cracker-nackle." you tut and you hear america huff, mumbling something along the lines of "i guess." nonetheless.

as you examine the metal board in front of you, that's when you realise.

"the hell? my grandparents live in montana! i've been here a ton of times but i have NEVER, EVER, EVER seen a peach pickett hill. hell even a sommarsile!?"

"yeah, that is actually quite weird. there's no sommarsile in any universe i've been to. maybe it's a new addition to the state?"

"do you really think it wouldn't be all over the news?"

"true."

"and if it was 'new', then how the freak are there so many people already?" you question as you point up ahead.

the sight was amazing! big, beautiful trees planted strategically along the sidewalks, finely mowed lawns and trimmed hedges, children running around on the streets, neighbours waving to one another as they pass by, people cleaning their front yards or fixing their cars in the garage. it was a picture perfect town.

"oh. my. gosh! this is so beautiful!" america says in awe.

"it looks just like something, straight out of a 1950s show."

you and america walk down the sidewalk, taking in everything peach pickett had to offer, including;

"HOT DOG STAND!" the pair of you shout, running to the stall.

"heya kids!" the owner says when he sees you, "what can i get for ya?"

"2 hot dogs please!" you reply and he gets straight to it, putting the dogs in their buns and putting them in the paper.

"that'll be $3 dollars."

you look at america, and america looks back. the same expression on your faces. panic.

"white sheets of heaven if forgorrr my wallet back at the cafe!" you whisper shout to the girl and she grimaces.

"damn."

the stall guy gives you a confused gaze, however, before he could query, a slightly deep, cheerful voice sounds from behind yall.

"oh not to worry! the kiddos are on me mikey! be a dear and make that three." the person hands the money to the stall guy and he smiles.

"you got it harks!"

you and america 180 dua lipa style and see a taller lady, late 40s. long and wild brown curls that were bought into a half up, half down. she wore a blue hippie dress with a big purple scarf, hanging from her shoulders and a sweet warm smile on her face that made her look so FRIGGIN CUTE.

"omg y/n. milf."

"urghhhh poggers moment rn."

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genderfluidnoodleboi · 2 years

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bitch let's go beat some ass 🥵

𝔻ℝ 𝕊𝕋ℝ𝔸ℕ𝔾𝔼 𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝔽ℝ𝕀𝔼ℕ𝔻𝕊 𝕀ℕ 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕄𝕌𝕃𝕋𝕀-𝕊𝕆𝕄𝔼𝕋ℍ𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕆𝔽 𝕄𝕆ℕ𝕋𝔸ℕ𝔸?

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A/N: idk if it will be a wanda x reader, more reader being a flort 😩

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chapter one: that one red scary slavic wizard woman

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it was a wonderful, and utterly delightful tuesday afternoon in the bustling city of new york. stephen strange was sitting down in one of his favourite cafes with wong, as they spoke about whatever the hell sorcerers speak about on a tuesday afternoon, when suddenly the doors to the once peaceful cafe slam open so hard it made the ground shake.

both strange and wong's eyes shot up to the door as they watch you march in with another girl following you closely.

"STEPHANIE!" you shout and strange groans out in frustration.

"what did i say to you about calling me that, y/n?"

"idk bro. ANYWAYS this, is my new friend, america chávez! america, this is stephanie strange and wong, the cool magic people i told you about!"

"hi! loving the cape by the way."

"america has these cool af powers that can open up portals to the multi-chorus!"

"verse."

"verse! the multiverse!"

"eeeeyyyup."

"AND she can also punch REALLY hard!"

wong and strange stare at each other in confusion before stephen waves his hands in front of you and america.

"ok, ok, ok. slow down. hey miss chávez it's nice to meet you. first off, the name's stephen strange. second, we are sorcerers, not magicians. and thirdly, you can open what's to where now?"

"portals to the multiverse. was he even listening?"

"he's and older guy, he might need a minute." you say which makes america snicker.

strange just rolls his eyes, "how do you do that?"

"do what?"

"open portals to the multiverse? that is impossible!"

"i have actually no clue. i just do." america shrugs.

"forget how she does it stephen! isn't it cool!? we've visited 3 different universes already!" you exclaim

"yeah, but we almost got stuck in the paint-a-verse."

"THE WHAT!?" both wong and strange shout.

you laugh, "the paint-a-verse! it's epic when your not almost coming apart into liquid form."

"or combining with each other!" america adds.

stephen sighs and looks across the table to the supreme.

"wong?"

"don't look at me, y/n is your student." wong answers with his hands up.

just as the doctor was about to speak, you interrupt him quickly

"ALRIGHT YES I KNOW, I KNOW, i would love to stick around for the lecture about why i was a bad girl but we actually need your help!"

"yes we do, and we have precisely," america looks down at her watch, "4 minuets before DISTRUCTION!"

"DISTRUCTION!?"

"omg wong sush she might hear us!" you whisper and cover his mouth with your hand. wong looks up at you and strange raises an eyebrow in question at you.

"who might hear you?"

"that one red scary slavic wizard woman!" america tells him, "she wears red, black and other goth colours OH and she wears a mc donalds M head band looking thing! what was her name again y/n?"

"red wizard?"

"no no no no it wasn't that."

"uhhhh red bi**h?"

"noooo. what's another type of red?"

"rose?"

"no."

"carmine?"

"nah, that's too much sophistication."

"ummm...... oH SCARLET!"

"YEAH! that's the one! the scarlet bi**h!"

"oof. i'm pretty sure it was witch."

"oh yeah, you're right. the scarlet witch."

"the scarlet witch."

"wanda maximoff!?" strange screams.

you and america nod vigorously with smiles that soon turn to grimaces when you hear the sound of a loud bang and the sight of dark clouds covering the once blue skies outside. everyone stares out of the floor to celling widows of the cafe in horror.

"you two are gonna tell me what the actual hell is going on right now! y/n!?"

you know by the expression on you tutor's face, you had to spill the beans asap and forget the towels for clean up because with the mess you were about to make, you'd need a lot more than a few measly pieces of cloth for that.

"uhhh.... hahaha ummm so basically. we kinda. oh um ok-"

"Y/N."

"SORRY WE NEED YOUR HELP TEACH!"

"why!?"

"cause, i took america on a mini journey with my sling but we kinda might have ended up where the scary witch lady was staying and um we made fun of her dead husband basically i called him an EE wifi router and then america said that she bets when he moans, it sounds like the windows start up sound- OH MY GOSH."

you and america burst out laughing, so hard that she fell over, holding her stomach.

"and when he goes in, it does the USB insert sound!"

"CHÁVEZ!"

strange is not amused one bit, and you two noticed this. you stop laughing then pull america up off of the floor and she brushes herself off. strange puts his book down and asks,

"so we all know why that was the most stupid thing you could possibly do, but you still haven't explained why you need my help."

"OH. so that made her angry, so she used her magic red stuff to hurt y/n so i got mad and through a rock at her and then opened a portal and then she, i guess got excited about that which is a little weird cause i'm a minor- but i digress. then she was like 'ohhh there you are america chávez. you have something i want, and i always get what i want'."

"and then i said 'hell no satan not today' and then we jumped through and she screamed after us."

"it sounded like the cries from hell." america whispers.

"oh god." wong sighs as he holds the bridge of his nose.

stephen is having a hard time taking in all of this sudden information that has been slapped in his face. he still hasn't even processed how you even met america in the first place! his head starts to spin so he takes a sip of his water, and that's when he hears you say,

"oh and i think it made her a teensy bit more angy cause i took her emo book."

strange's gaze shoot up to you and he analyzes the black book that you are holding in front of you. his eyes widen.

"the dark hold? yoU TOOK THE DARK HOLD?"

"stephen, are you just going to go past the fact that wanda maximoff HAS the DARK HOLD!?"

"oMg wong, stephanie! calm the heckers down. we got it all under control!"

*B A N G*

"really?"

"of course." you say, a shiver following right after.

suddenly, the four of you hear a voice, loud and clear in your minds and it kinda freaks you and america out, but stephen and wong look unfazed.

"you are playing with fire girls. you are very persistent. you must reeeaaalllyy wanna get burned."

"holy smack. y/n did you hear that!?"

"i did mary and i'm not gonna lie, that was kinda a turn on."

"y/n this is no joking matter! you have overstepped into dangerous territory and you have now endangered everyone!" strange scolds.

america shakes her head and stands in front of you, proactively.

"you can't just get mad at her mr. strange! it was the both of us!" america holds your hand tightly and smiles at you. you smile back and then hear stephen groan.

"FINE. however, you are going to have to come back with us to the sanction so we can look into this situation in detail-"

"hello there little girls. are you gonna make this easy, or are you gonna be hard on yourselves?"

"sorry doc but the is no time!" you declare and use your sling to open up a portal.

"no! y/n! you mustn't leave with the dark hold! give it to me now!"

"i'm sorry wong but no can do. i messed up, so i'm gonna fix it."

"it's not about who fixes it y/n. the dark hold is dangerous!"

"oh this chatter is getting boring! shut up and give me what i want."

"F**K LET'S DIP!"

"RIGHT BEHIND YOU Y/N!"

you and america run through the portal and it closes back instantly. strange and wong are still in their defensive stances, yet, wanda doesn't attack. she only let's out a spine chilling cackle and with a wisp of black, grey and red smoke, she disappears. the only thing left was the echo of the witches laugh.

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"they're gonna get their a$$es kicked by that witch." strange mumbles.

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genderfluidnoodleboi · 2 years

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No offence to me but what the fuck do I think I'm doing?

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genderfluidnoodleboi · 2 years

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thankzzz here is me 😎😎😎😎😎

new reblog game!!

so i'm kinda curious what my moots actually look like, so rb this, make a picrew of yourself, and tag your mutuals!

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genderfluidnoodleboi · 2 years

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talk abt depression 😭😭😭😭

--your trust is unreliable--

the final of 2 parts -> (pt 1 & request)

natasha romanoff x fem!redroom!reader babe 💅

A N G S T 👀

also remember this is an *AU*

soupmary: natasha romanoff was your wolf in sheepskin. a thief dressed as a saviour. a bully acting as a friend. but you were the poison in her wine, she never knew about.

(this poggers mommy nat photo ain't mine yall fr)

4 shield agents wheel you out of the holding cell and into the interrogation room. your glare falls to her and you feel anger and betrayal rise inside of you.

"now, ms y/l/n-"

"oh for the norns sake, would you shut the hell up. i couldn't give two sh*ts about what you wanted to ask me nicholas." you snarl.

fury's eyes widen, but he decides to stay quiet.you look over to natasha who has her head hung slightly which makes you laugh.

"awww! is little tasha all sad now? are you sad that you lied to me and used me in the most disgusting way possible?"

nat doesn't say anything

you roll your eyes at her lack of response.

"i can't believe i trusted you, romanoff. i really thought you were gonna help me, not incarcerate me!"

nat sighs.

"y/n, you need to calm down."

"CALM DOWN? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FU**ING MIND?"

nat flinches at your sudden change of emotions, but keeps her facade on.

"i trusted you natasha! i trusted you because i thought you were trustworthy. 20 years? 20 years mean nothing to you!?"

"you had vital information."

"that i was willing to give to you! that i did give to you! zero questions asked! you know i wanted out of the red room from day dot."

"you were working for drekov! you were helping him carry out the override plan! you were building the technology!"

"oh my fu**ing lord ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW? not everyone is a pretty little russian princess who can just escape the red room like you did romanoff! I HAVE NO WAY OUT. THERE WAS NO FUTURE FOR ME, NO FAMILY WAITING AT HOME, NO HAPPY ENDING, NOTHING! me and so many other widows natasha. so many of us were beginning to be set free. we were tired of assassinating innocent people. the amount of innocent blood i have on my hands is despicable."

you begin to sob and natasha finally looks up at you.

"you were dangerous y/n."

"how dare you say that. i'm not the one that killed in cold blood am i? i'm not the one who enjoyed the looks of helplessness of my victims faces am i? you. you're the biggest threat that currently breaths in this room." you growl.

nat gazes down again and takes a deep breath in.

"i'm sorry, but i had to do it y/n. for the good of us both."

"what? are you a comedian now? because the only person benefiting from this is your ego."

"i had to do it y/n."

"you didn't have to do anything natasha. what about our plans? what about getting me out of the red room?"

"i never promised that." nat mumbles.

you shake your head in disbelief. was this really happening? there was no way.

"you're not natasha romanoff." you say sternly and natasha looks at you with a questioning stare.

"you're not natasha romanoff. my tasha is not a back-stabbing, self-centred, narcissistic dog who drinks the blood of their prey. my tasha is the one who helped me see the value in little things. she made me grateful for my life, even if it was chaotic. you're not my natasha romanoff."

nat shrugs.

"people change y/n. you were my mission."

those words felt like a jab to the stomach.

"i was your mission?" you whisper. "what about yelena? was i just a mission to her too?"

"she doesn't know. i told her we were there to rescue you."

you feel sick. you feel disgusted. how could she lie to you and her own sister like that!?

"thanks to the amazing work carried out by ms romanoff, we have been able to recover quite a bit from your intelligence." nick says as he places a file and 5 USB sticks onto the table in front of you.

"oh, so here at shield, you guys applaud theft? she stole those from me!"

"you were her mission ms y/l/n. it's called recovering evidence."

"no! she stole it from me! i'm her friend ! ask yelena! she was there!"

"unfortunately, we cannot bring outside sources into this. this case is high protocol."

"yelena is not an outside source ! she's natasha's goddamn sister!"

"y/n. she was never part of the mission. i took her along with me because she had the red dust. that's it."

"so you used your sister too? and she still thinks you're the goody-two-shoes who saved me? huh? she has no idea i'm here, chained to a damn wheelchair like i'm a fu**ing serial killer!?"

the silence was enough of an answer. the more this day goes by, the more natasha's friendly facade disappears.

"from all of this evidence we have against you, it will be pretty hard to prove your innocence professor."

"does it look like i care about my innocence? i was trying to help you! i wanted to avenge the deaths of all the red room's victims!"

"then why did you continue to work for drekov?"

"BECAUSE I CAN'T LEAVE FURY! THEY'D KILL ME! THEY ARE ALREADY HOLDING A KNIFE TO MY NECK AS WE SPEAK! IF I DON'T TURN IT IN, WE'RE ALL DEAD." you scream and pull forwards towards him. the agents are quick to pull your chains back harshly making you seethe in pain.

natasha's eyes fill with tears as she watches it happen.

you exhale with a groan before speaking again.

"they will kill me if i even dared to leave my station."

"they never killed natasha."

"they never killed romanoff cause she's a dime a dozen. widow's can be replaced in a blink of an eye. i, on the other had, am a valuable asset. i can take this whole operation down in seconds, without even leaving my home. one of the red room's favourite abilities is to stay anonymous during an ambush. you know who they are, but you don't know it's them who struck."

fury picks up one of the files and walks over to you.

"do you know what's in this file?"

"rhetorical question right?"

"what do you mean?"

"i have 384 identical looking files at home. how am i supposed to know exactly which one that is?" you ask in annoyance.

fury sighs and reads out the title oof the file.

"mission execute code 0854-1617."

you smirk.

"there is only one instruction. capture, or kill."

you start to laugh and fury raises an eyebrow at you.

"what's so funny ms y/l/n?"

"oh how naïve are you natasha? has it really been that long since you've left the red room?"

"natasha what is she talking about?" fury asks the widow but her face remains blank as she rackes her brain to find the answer.

"you silly little goose! fury, would you care to tell me the time?"

"it's 4:15 PM. why?"

"natasha. you must think you were the only one with a mission to complete! when have i ever gone back to drekov empty handed?"

nat's eyes widen as she remembers.

0854 -> the widow's assigned number

16:17 -> the red room's set capture execution time.

"who knew you wouldn't have caught onto it much quicker? you're not as stealthy as you used to be natasha. it seems as though you let go! you should know better than to go snooping through an assassin's belongings."

suddenly, one of the agents stand back from you and shoots the other three, immediately holding the gun at fury and natasha.

"melina would be so disappointed in you sestra. you really have slacked off." the agent says as they pull off their nano mask.

"yelena!?" natasha asks in total shock.

yelena smiles and unites you.

"hello!"

natasha moves to grab her gun from behind her but yelena tsks.

"uh, uh, uh. don't do something you'll regret."

"i think it's too late for that lena!"

you and yelena both laugh but natasha looks hurt.

"i-.... you were teaming up with her all along?" she questions yelena and she nods.

"of course i was! i am still a red room assassin."

"but, the red dust?"

"ha! that is all made up! this is absolute rubbish!" yelena chuckles and breaks all of the viles on the table. "i thought you would have suspected that a long time ago."

"i still don't understand!? then why did you help me!?"

"i never helped you, natasha. you, helped me. once i got the mission plan, and found you, y/n was supposed to come to me. but when you said that you wanted to help me, i went ahead and told y/n that there was a change of plan and that i would bring you, to her."

"h-h-how?"

"you're not the only smart one here romanoff." you smile sickly.

natasha's expression turns to one full of pure fear when she sees 6 more widows and task master enter the room.

you, yelena, task master and the other widows pull up their gas masks before one of the widows throws a toxin smoke bomb onto the floor. smoke fills the room almost instantly, making fury and natasha cough uncontrollably.

"don't worry tasha, you'll be back home, where it's safe, in mother's arms again."

was the last thing nat heard before passing out.

(plot twist much??? 👀)

#marvel #the avengers #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff angst

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genderfluidnoodleboi · 2 years

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i am actually hyped rn 😌

"If Ya Think She's That Hawt, Go Ask Her Out Sugah!" (pt2)

Paige x Fem!Reader - 1.8k words

Summary: Will taking up a friend's offer, lead to a new lover?

A/N - Progressively, as I am writing this, I am loving Harley as a character even more. She just seems like the perfect friend 😌

gif not mine*

Story By Ruffie :)

7:28

You sigh and put your phone back down. Two minutes till this match starts. Sitting the front row of the crowd, gazing up to the Ring as you patiently wait for the girls to come out. The audience are extremely loud. You bet they can be heard all the way from the Main Town with this volume.

Coach had asked if you could be on water duty this Fight and you said yes, for the fierce eye made you scared to say no, so after agreeing, he explained the procedure of the Fight. After about an hour of teaching, you were as ready as you could be at that moment, more mentally than physically. But you knew it wasn't that bad! After all, you only had to give the contestants their water! Simple! Right?

Suddenly, even louder music erupts from the walls and the cheers of the crowd increases as a smartly dressed man walks onto the Ring, microphone in hand.

"Good Evening, Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to another evening of entertainment, here in Las Vegas!" He shouts and the crowd, if even possible, got even louder.

"Now, no more stalling from me! Let's get the girls out! Let me hear you ROAR!"

The crowd does exactly that. They roar, and the whole room sounds like a cage of Lions.

"Who's out for tonight? The Black Widow! Arrowette! Harley and The Red Witch!"

You cheer along with the audience as the girls walk out and wave to everyone.

"And for one night, one night only, all the way from Norwich, England, Paige!"

Paige runs out and onto the Ring, screaming her signature scream out to the crowd, and they go crazy.

"Positions Ladies! Let the Matches begin!"

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"1! 2! 3!"

Paige let's go of Lizzy's leg and the Ref picks her up and holds her hand in the air. You smile and when the Ref let's her hand go, you pick up the water crate and walk over to the Ring.

"Water?" You offer and Lizzy nods, taking a bottle.

"Thanks Y/n."

"No problem. You alright though? She went a little hard don't you think?" You ask and Lizzy chuckles, shaking her head,

"It was a pretty fair match. All the slamming and throwing is all part of the Fight!"

"Oh, So, it doesn't hurt?"

"Haha! You better believe me when I say it hurts like a b!txh."

Although Liz is laughing, you still feel a little bad for her. She notices your stance and places a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

"But it's totally safe! Well, when you know what you're doing that is." Lizzy explains. You let out a sigh of relief which makes the Brunette laugh again. She jumps down off the podium and you give her a towel.

You then walk over to the side of the Ring where Paige was and reached up to tap her leg softly. She gazed down and when she saw you, she gave you a warm smile.

"Hey Love."

"H-hey! I got some water here if you wanted any?" You hold up the water crate and Paige crouched down to take out one of the bottles.

"Life saver!"

"I mean, if you're gonna be fighting Harley next, you're gonna need it. And a ton of luck. Harley is a rough girl!"

"Well, good thing I like it rough." Paige smirks and sends you a wink before standing back up.

The Announcer then comes back onto the Ring to introduce Paiges next component.

When Harley steps into the Ring, that, was probably the loudest the crowd has been so far.

"Heya there Dawlls! Harley's back in town!" She says and then looks over to Paige,

"Well would you look at what the Tide washed up. Get lawst Darlin'? I think you ended up in the wrawng Lake!"

The audience laugh and Paige rolles her eyes,

"Quit the foreplay already. I'm ready for you."

'Oooos' are sounded throughout the small stadium as Paige and Harley get into their positions, though Harley notices that Paige's eyes were elsewhere, instead of focusing on the Match.

"Hey? Ya fightin' Harley, not some random bozo from the crowd! keep ya eyes on me English, 'fore I knock ya upside the head without givin' ya the chance t'dawge!"

"Oh. My bad, sorry."

"Nah, ya 'ight. Who ya givin' the gazes to anyways? cause ya starin' 'em down pretty hard-"

Harley's eyes follow on the other girl's gaze and instantly smiles when she sees who's on the other end of it.

"OHHH! Ya ooglin' Y/n, aren't-cha? Ya fancy her?"

Paige stutters at the question and looks down at her feet.

"I-... I-I mean not really but-"

"Wait. Are ya blushin' English? Are Ya blushin' infront-ah me!? Oh my GAWD this must be a day blessed by Zeus himself!" Harley squeals as she watches you talk to the coach. Paige is in fact blushing so hard, she looks like a pomidor.

"If ya think she's that hawt, go ask her out Sugah!"

"I wish. It's not that simple Kal."

"Oh it is that simple Miss Potter. All Ya gotta do is wave that magic wand, and she's all yours!"

"Really? That joke?"

"Please don't zap me away!"

As much as she tries, she just can't take her eyes off of you. Never in a million years did Paige think she could fall for someone so fast, or in fact, fall for anyone at all! She felt like a student in one of those corny High School Movies who has a weirdly cute crush on the sweetheart. So caught up in her trance, Paige didn't even hear the bell ring, hence her now being on the floor from the flame throwing punch to the gut Harley just gave her.

"I told ya to keep ya eyes on me Paigey! And what happened?"

"I didn't dodge." Paige answers. she gets up and shakes out quickly, but something catches her senses. One of the most sweetest sounds she's ever heard. Your laugh. Paige glances down to where you were with a smile as she watches you. You look up to her with the same expression, however it changed to one of fear almost immediately as you point behind Paige. Just as she realizes what you were trying to get across, Harley picks her up, and Powerslams her down.

"Ooooo! It looks as if the Queen Diva is getting battered by New York's Dungeness!" The Commentator says as Harley drags Paige up and throws her against the ropes of the Ring.

"Come on English! Hit me!" Harley shouts and holds her arms open. Paige charges at her and does a Cold Stone Stunner, holding Harley tightly on the floor. Harley spins them around and pins Paige to the floor.

"Ya in a sticky situation now English. I bet you wish I were Y/n, huh?" Harley smirks. Paige's eyes go wide and Harley takes her flustered state as an advantage and rolls over so Paige is on top of her, then pulls her feet in, and kicks the girl off. The Black Haired woman stumbles back but regains her balance almost immediately, but not quick enough. In that short time, Harley had already climed up the ropes of the Ring and stood proudly on the top making the crowd cheer with anticipation. When Paige glances up, she sees Harley jump off the ropes, splashing her back onto the mat and she holds Paiges leg up.

The Ref runs over and start the countdown, hitting the floor quite harshly with every number.

"3!"

You can see Paige try to wiggle herself out of Harley's strong grip, but to no avail.

"2!"

The crowd get louder and Harley begins to laugh.

"1!" Harley let's Paige's leg go and she springs up, screaming to the crowd. The Ref holds onto her arm, lifting it to the air and you cheer alongside the audience.

"The New York Dungeness takes back her title and claims the throne once again!" The Commentators say.

Harley pulls up Paige and holds her hand into the air also, letting her get to feel the excitement also. Harley leans in, and whispers to her,

"Ya might'ah lawst this time, English, but ya haven't lawst completely." And ends it with a wink.

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"Well done girls!" You say as you walk into the backroom. They all run up to you, looking excited as ever and you place the cooler down onto the floor and open it.

"Brought you guys some ice to cool down and also help out with the sore muscles. Coaches orders!"

They giggle and take a pack each and you all sit down on the couches.

"So?" Talia starts, and you tilt your head to the side,

"So?"

"So, how did you find the fight? Did you enjoy it enough to come to another one?"

"Oh yes, definitely! Now I hate to admit that Harley was right, but she was. There were SO many HAWT women he'ah!" You say, mimicking Harley's accent and the girls laugh.

"Nawt bad Sugah! Now all ya gotta do, is make it sound like ya tryna sedu-"

"No. Harley I shall not be doing that." You deadpan, making the girls laugh again. You look around the room, hoping to catch even the smallest glimpse of Black Hair, however, it's only you, Lizzy, Harley, Kat and Harley in there.

"Where's Paige?"

"Ohhhh, well wouldn't ya like t'know?" Harley replies with a smirk.

"That's why I asked Harls."

"Haha yeah yeah. She's in her dressin' room. Probably practicin' her spells for Hogwarts."

You roll your eyes at your friend and take a few of the ice packs out of the cooler and make your way towards the dressing rooms. When you find Paige's one, the door's already open so you decide to walk in.

"Hey Paige! The girls told me you were in here so I bought a couple ice packs to- OH MY GOSH." Your eyes go wide. Paige's back was turned to you and you scan the bruises that cover her back. She turns around with a tight lipped smile,

"Y/n? Hi!"

"Jesus Christ, are you alright!?" You ask and Paige raises an eyebrow in question,

"Why? I'm perfectly fine."

"Those bruises say otherwise."

Paige looks to her back and chuckles when she sees the bruises.

"I'm sure they'll go with time!"

"Paige. I've watched enough Grey's Anatomy to know that they won't go with only time."

You walk over to her, but hesitate to touch her,

"May I?"

Paige nods and you push her shirt over her shoulders. As you are running your fingers over the coloured skin and just about to pick up one of the ice packs, the door swings open, making the both of you jump.

"So the girls and I are awderin' Take-Out! Is there anythin' specific ya want or?" Harley asks as she slowly looks up from her phone. There is a moment's silence when all of your eyes lock, but it's soon broken when smirk tugs at Harley's mouth.

"Well it looks like ya both are already tuckin' in to some food already! Bón appetit! AND REMEMBER TO USE PROTECTION!"

"No, Harls that's not-"

"I'M ALREADY GAWN SUGAH!"

You sigh, but Paige chuckles and turns back around,

"Well you better be quick Love, don't wanna let the ice melt now do we?"

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the final part, is already in progress :)

#fighting with my family #florence pugh #florence pugh fanfic #florence pugh x reader #florence pugh fluff #florence pugh x female reader #florence pugh x you #florence pugh x y/n #paige x reader #wwe fanfiction #wwe #Ruffies Stories :)

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genderfluidnoodleboi · 2 years

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she did it again! Ruffie! you are my new best friend 😎

"If Ya Think She's That Hawt, Go Ask Her Out Sugah." (pt 1)

Paige x Fem!Reader - 1k words

Summary: Will taking up a friend's offer, lead to a new found Lover?

gif not mine*

Story By Ruffie :)

Kalia Kenzie, or as nicknamed, "Harley", the Blonde and Pink haired girl who sat in front of you, ranting about why she hates men so much. honestly, mood.

"But he never asked me in the first place! Why do men gotta assume that all us Chicks like it vanilla and cuddly, when some of us like to get spanked."

You choke on your drink at her words and start to cough,

"HARLEY!"

"What? Am I wrong?"

"It's not a matter of wrong or right, it's the fact you said it right in front of my Food!"

Harley just laughs at you as she leans back in her chair, making you roll your eyes at her antiques.

"You gotta stop bein' so uptight sugah! When was the last time you got bouncy?" She asks, her thick New Yorker's accent coming through and she tilts her head to the side. You understand "Harley" now? The hair, the accent, the attitude and humour? A perfect conclusion.

You roll your eyes again and place your cup on the table,

"Why are you so concerned about what goes on in my private life?"

"Since when have I not been? Darlin' if you ain't gettin' any head, at least be honest about it."

You glare at the girl and she purses her lips back at you,

"The stare is tellin' me that you haven't gone for a ride in a good while, huh?"

With the amount of times you've rolled your eyes today, you're surprised they haven't gotten stuck there.

"Doll, you are rolling your eyes for all the wrong reasons." Harley tuts. You ignore her comment and continue to eat.

You knew that agreeing to go out for lunch with Harley, would end up in conversations as such. Though you did love her, you didn't love the fact that she could read you like a Nursery Rhyme.

"So, are you gonna come along to the fight tonight?" The Blonde questions, breaking the silence. You shrug,

"I'm not sure Harls. Wrestling isn't really my thing."

"Oh come on! You've been promisin' everytime there's a fight, that you'd come and watch me and the girls but that time is yet to come Y/n/n."

She is right. Ever since you met Harley, you knew she was a professional Wrestler. And by professional, we are talking WWE professional. She has always invited you to her fights, but, you have politely declined each time. Wrestling wasn't really your strong suit, but you still wanted to support your friend since this would be a big night.

"Come onnnn! Please? Plus, we have a guest Wrestler tonight! She's like, really good! She beat AJ."

"No way! AJ AJ?"

"YES AJ AJ!"

"Holy Trinity. Wait, AJ beat your a$$ that one night didn't she?" You ask and Harley huffs,

"No! well, yeah, but it's only cause I let 'er."

"Mmm hmm, sure."

"AND half of it was scripted anyways!"

You laugh at the girl's defense story and shake your head.

"Ya need more convincin'?"

"Go ahead."

"There are gonna be a TON ah hawt women there-"

"Are you really trying to use that card on me?"

"Oh P-lease! We all know how gay you are."

"Hey! I am Bisexual thank you very much!"

Harley raises an eyebrow at that and you look to your hands,

"Who prefers women- ok I get it. FINE. I'll come watch the fight. But you have to at least let me backstage, or whatever you call it."

"That's easy stuff Sugah! Eeee I'm so excited!" She squeals, getting up and bear hugging you, making you chuckle and you hug her back.

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"So you're gonna be fighting in there?" You ask, pointing over to the Ring. Harley nods with a smile,

"Yup!"

"Is it safe?"

Harley only shrugs as a reply and continues to walk. You stand there in shock, but you are pulled out of your trance when you hear your name being called.

"Y/n! Darlin'! Come on over here!"

You go over to Harley and three other girls who are standing next to her.

"These are my girls Lizzy, Kat and Talia!" Harley says as she points to a Brunette, Brunette Bangs and a Red Head respectively. You wave and introduce yourself and all give a chorus of 'Heys'.

You guys start talking about the girls and their lives as Wrestlers.

"So, Harls told me that you can get cool Wrestler names after signing, is that true?" you ask and all the girls nod.

"Of course! I'm Arrowette." Kat says.

"The Black Widow." Talia smiles.

"And I'm Red Witch!" Lizzy sings. You laugh at her and Harley looks down at her phone to check the time.

"Trainin' starts in five Señoritas, so we bettah get goin'!" She states and after a quick 'bye' and 'nice to meet you', Talia, Kate and Lizzy all get up and walk over to their lockers. Harley looks just over your shoulder and then back at you with a wink, propping herself against her own locker. You squint your eyes at her in confusion, but before you could question it, you feel a tap on the shoulder. You turn around and see a Black Haired girl with a backpack in her hand.

"Hey! Uh, do you think I could get in there please?" She asks as she points to the locker you're blocking.

"Oh! I am so sorry!" you reply and quickly move out of the way.

"Y/n! I wanna show you something!" Lizzy calls, waving you over. you look to Harley who nods and you run over to Liz.

Unbeknownst to you, the Raven Haired girls eyes were still on you, watching as you laughed with Lizzy with a small smile.

"Y'know, staring is kinda pervy, Paigey." Harley says which makes Paige jump slightly.

"I wasn't staring Kal." She replies. Harley laughs and pats the taller girl's back,

"Sure ya weren't, English."

"Come on now Ladies! The Weights ain't gonna lift themselves!" The coach shouts and they all make their ways into the Training Room.

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Part 2 coming soon :)

#fighting with my family #florence pugh #florence pugh fanfic #florence pugh x reader #paige x reader #wwe #Ruffies Stories :)

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