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asherloki · 1 year

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I posted 181 times in 2022

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hiii

can I request some steven x latina!reader or if you're not comfortable with that maybe just pure steven x reader fluff. tysm💓

Lingering like a tattoo kiss

Steven grant x reader

A/n :- thanks for the request, as I'm not quite aware of latina culture but by knowing a bit from you I've tried to depict it. Sorry if it's not accurate or stereotypical. Hope you like it.

Y/n is a Latin woman who met Steven when she went to visit the British museum for vacation where he worked. She's an archaeology student so the guy who was showing and explaining about the Egyptian artefacts caught her eye. They both shared a similar interest and that is Egypt.

"¿Te gusta Egipto también?" Said she a little loudly which almost startled Steven.

"Wow um, I don't understand Spanish miss y/n"

"I meant, you like Egypt too?" Explained she in her broken English.

"Oh yeah of course, it is actually nice to see someone who shares the same interest"

His fast British accent was hard for a tourist to understand but as an well educated person she managed to get it. Y/n met him almost everyday for one week as she found a friend in this tour of her. She was there for two weeks so on her final week. She went to meet him outside the museum." "So you're studying archeology? Wow I love that"

"Why didn't you study it then?"

"I don't know, it's different with me, I can't sleep and sometimes I find myself in places I've never been to, I hope didn't freak you out"

"Que?" Y/n said almost deafening Steven.

"What?" Asked he

"Sí what?" Replied she

Steven couldn't but laugh lightly at her spontaneous reactions.

"So it's quite late, I'm sure you need to get back to your hotel now"

"Yes está bien"

"So see you tomorrow?"

"Ah Steven, I'm going back to my country tomorrow "

This was something Steven didn't expected, he forgot she's a tourist after all, he finally found a friend who is similar to her, his love deprived nature might have made him fall for her as well.

"What? Tomorrow?"

"Sí mañana"

"Can I come to see you off?"

"por supuesto I mean sure"

"Okay then good night "

"Buenos noches Steven"

Next day at airport as she was about to enter she saw Steven standing with a gift box

"Steven " y/n called out smiling

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107 notes - Posted August 24, 2022

Hi! Since requests are open can you do fred weasley x reader who's in Slytherin? She's really shy and is often seen near Fred but when she can't find him she'll often ask others if they've seen him

She also has her own group of friends (3 or 5 people) where they're normally at Hogwarts and not home during holidays, but they often spend their time at hogsmeade and diagon alley

Kept his name

Fred Weasley x reader

A/n:- this request was really interesting! Hope you enjoy this !

As Hogwarts started again after holidays and new class came in, y/n also got admitted to Hogwarts with the new ones. She's a little quiet but her eyes sparkled with passion. Maybe her ambitious nature and passion helped her to be sorted in Slytherin. When they all were seated for the dinner her eyes fell on a pair of twins of gryffindor. To be more specific on one particular of them. He was 3years older so she could see they both were kinda prankster and she liked that about them. When she asked the boy beside her about them they said "oh they're the famous Weasley twins I've heard"

"Famous?"

"Yes Weasley family is famous for having as much kids that they can't afford" and started laughing.

"What are their names?"

A girl infront of her said "fred and George, now don't ask me which one is which one"

She found them really interesting. Y/n loved her house too much to be ever wanting to change it but wished if he could be in Slytherin.

The boy and the girl she talked the first day became her friends. And she found out what her favourite person's name is. When they went to them to give leaflets of an event of Hogwarts, coincidentally fred went to her and said "hey I'm fred, give this to your class and make sure they attends"

She had no idea what to do or say when their fingers brushed while taking the leaflet. She forgot to blink and could only say "hm" and look down. She could hear fred saying under his breath " attitude, typical Slytherin" but who would tell him y/n was having crush on him.

This way her years went on Hogwarts. They used to stay at Hogwarts for holidays because she liked staying there more than returning to her house also her guy friend's parents lived far so they wanted to accompany him, her parents used to come to Hogwarts to give her gifts, as being great wizards they never talked to the Weasley family the year they also stayed at Hogwarts to company Harry. Her both friend's knew she was crushing over a Weasley so they said "Mr and Mrs y/l/n won't like it"

"It's nothing of that sort"

"So you don't have a crush on him"

"Well, now it's been three years I've been friends with you both so there's no use of lying, yes I have a huge crush over him".

"We knew, whenever you were shy around him, whenever you asked where's he when he was absent and whenever you could recognise which one is him" said he laughing."

"But they'll be graduating next year why don't you ask him out?" Said the girl.

"You just said my parents won't like this"

"They might, he's a pure blood"

So she went to him and finally said "fred"

He turned and said "yes"

That's all , she was stunned again but managed to say "hey, how are you"

"Aa! Fine, until someone comes to attack Harry again"

"Yeah right"

"You want something"

"No, I was wondering that - that, how are you feeling now that you'll be graduating next year"

"Hopefully I do" said he laughing "but it feels good I guess"

"Are you gonna miss some people from here?"

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112 notes - Posted August 22, 2022

Can I request Sherlock x fem!reader were she’s smart (not smarter then him but like, can catch up with him) but a little crazy too like Harley Quinn? Maybe she meets Donovan for the first time, she call her a freak, so reader just said something sarcastic back and put donovan in her place?

Thanks

Because I'm intelligent

Sherlock x reader

Summary:- the request from anon.

A/n :- it's a short one, and while writing this it just came out as platonic. I hope you like it. Thanks for the request.

After finishing your work at office you were heading over to your house. You thought before going to your house you should visit your junkie detective friend to check on him. His cases interests you alot. You love visiting the baker street boys and they also likes having you cause you're smart and funny in a way as well and always hyped with energy. As you knocked the door John opened it and obviously the room was a mess cause they were solving a case of stolen jewel.

"so, too swamped up aren't you two?" You said

"yes, cause lestrad is coming in any minute here I'd have to give him some explanation " said Sherlock

"wait so the great detective doesn't have a theory?" You asked

"seven actually but I have to come up with one" he replied

"guess it's time to show my intelligence" saying this you jumped on the couch of John and sat cause he was standing and took the files. Three of you were absolutely into solving it.

One theory you say he pointed out some flaw and one he says you point out some. Ultimately there were two theories left one of them has to be the correct key to the door. To know that you three need some more time to investigate, maybe you guys have to visit the place of stolen jewel as well.

Suddenly John said by looking at the window "oops it's not lestrad alone today"

"shit is it Delia?" You asked

"it's Donovan but how did you know?" Asked john

"because lestrade only comes with two of his best companions...."

"best?" Sherlock interrupted

"yes cause they're all stupid and he somehow only likes to hangout with these stupid people. Best for him, Anyway so if it was Anderson John would've laughed cause Sherlock puts him in his place in a second but Donovan! She's a real headache"

You're friend seemed a little proud of your deduction but didn't wanted to show it so he went to open the door.

"ah! Lestrade we're still on it " Sherlock said

"that means you haven't solved it yet" retorted Donovan and pushed inside.

"in a way yes" said Sherlock "but..."

"but he didn't say he won't solve it" you said interrupting him,

You were lying on John's couch at that moment and your legs were kept upwards while you're holding the case file infront of you.

"so now the detective needs help" said she

"yes Daisy cause I'm intelligent" said you

"it's Donovan!" Replied she

You looked at Sherlock and whispered "was she Donovan all the time ?"

"yes both lestrade and Sherlock mouthed

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115 notes - Posted June 30, 2022

Bbc! Sherlock needing to always be touching you and very cuddly and touchy just needs to have contact in some way. So when he is in places like his mind palace he still knows the reader is still there and hell of you try to move lol

You wanted my attention now you have it!

Bbc Sherlock

A/n:- thanks for the request. Again it's a little shorter. Hope you like it. Altered a bit though.

I went to Italy for office work for 2 weeks and I informed him that my trip was done and I'm coming home, Sherlock was overjoyed with it but didn't wanted to show it also because he was swamped up with work. I came after the office trip Sherlock seemed too much drowned in his work files. He watched me with the corner of his eyes but too swamped up or maybe a little proud to show how much satisfied he is cause I'm back. "Hey honey!" I called out.

"Hmmm" he replied,

"Agh! Get out of your files look I've got so many things from Italy"

"In a minute"

I thought maybe he's truly busy so I went inside.

Sherlock looked and now he smiled his cheeks are blushing cause now he can cuddle with me.

So he went to the room and hugged me from behind which made me giggle "oh honey! Hey look what I got for you!"

"What?"

"Uh! If you don't let me get my bag how will I"

"I don't wanna let you go, fine I'll hold your hand then"

"Okay" I was confused cause holding hands in room while getting the bag? Seemed weird.

"What's wrong with you though"

"Nothing, when you came you wanted attention now I'm giving you attention "

"Oh ! Well I don't mind though, here" saying this I handed him a pair of Gucci sunglasses.

"Wow thanks, but you didn't have to get me something this expensive though"

"No you should wear the best pair of sunglasses, after all those ocean eyes must be protected."

He was now fully swept off by his feet and leaned to kiss me, held me close and sat down cuddling.

"Would you mind if we do this whole day?"

"And your work?"

"That can wait"

"Then okay, i missed these ocean eyes as well, all I could think about is you"

"I can tell that by the gift"

And we cuddled through the day.

165 notes - Posted July 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I hope you're having a good day, can you write something where loki is a dating a reader who gets flustered easily and he finds it cute 😊

Tolerate it

Loki x reader

A/n :- thanks for the greeting and the request. love fluff! This one's one of my personal fav. Enjoy! And hope this one makes your day good 💞.

Loki never thought he'd fall for y/n. She's absolutely unlike him, she's shy and innocent, easy to get bothered. Now that's something loki loved. He loves to tease and to ones who gets bothered easily, are his favourite. Y/n would sometimes get really mad that she would hit loki with anything near her, like a fat book she's reading. He wouldn't mind though and that kinda made it easier for her to remain with him. Rather tolerate him. She wouldn't say no to anything as well. So the god of mischief made a terrible prank on her. He usually bothers her with loud laughing talking and everything but the other day he did nothing alike him. Y/n was nervous what's wrong with him so she asked, "are you okay loki?"

"Yeah I guess"

Didn't quite sound okay but she was too coy to ask.

"Do you want my help with anything?"

"You can't do anything about it"

"Oh" she really wanted to know the matter, but didn't ask anything so loki said,

"I'm actually in love with someone"

She fell off guard. Love someone? So what is she to him?

"What ?"

"Yes, I wanna propose her"

"Who's she though?"

"She's so pretty you can't even imagine, she's marvellous and...." Loki stopped the moment he saw her upset and trying hard not to show.

"Do you wanna see her?"

"I guess"

He took a mirror and showed her reflection

She realised and smiled at it.

"Can you ever not play pranks on me?"

"No, I always wanna bother you, only you, so wanna marry me ?"

"Yes, I think I can tolerate it" said she smiling. He put a ring on her finger and leaned to kiss her. He can't imagine himself without her now.

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fanfic-reader00 · 3 years

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Me, latino, 30°C or more everyday here, reading fics with cozy blankets, fuzzy socks and hot cocoa.

#no fic #loki x reader #perks of living in Latin America

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lokis-little-fawn · 2 years

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Dancing In The Dark

My requests are open! Message/comment to be added to the tag list!

Paring: Mafia!Loki x Fem!Reader

Word count: 6k

Summary: The owner of the club you perform at had always terrified you. What will you do when he decides that you belong to him?

Warnings: SMUT (ONLY READ IF YOU ARE 18+) non con, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, physical violence and abuse, unprotected sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), fingering, choking, spanking

Dancing, you’d always loved to dance. You were never really any good at it but that didn’t matter, you loved it. You never thought you’d do it professionally and you’d never have thought you’d earn money dancing, this was until you found burlesque.

It turns out that burlesque was much more about personality and flair than it was about actual physical skill, and you certainly had bucket loads of personality to share.

A few years ago you could never have dreamed of dancing at the most prolific cabaret club in London, but here you are. Although you knew the owner of the club was anything but moral, you were assured by the other dancers that you’d never have to meet him and besides, how could you pass up the opportunity of a life time?

The owner of the club, the notorious Loki Laufeyson, was well known throughout the city for all the wrong reasons. Although his name was known to all he somehow managed to keep his face out of the limelight, so just incase, you knew to always be on the look out for any villainous visitor.

As always you got ready for work, curling and back combing your hair into the biggest poofiest vintage style you could manage, wigs were often your friend. After that you put on your makeup, a sultry shade of red graces your eyelids, complimented by gold glitter. You finish off the look with long false eyelashes and bold red lipstick, essentially stage ready except from the costume.

Tonight’s act was called Mambo, an up beat Latin jazz act that featured your giant feather fans. The costume was an embellished green and black mermaid style skirt with a corset and matching rhinestoned lingerie. You’d made the costume yourself and spent countless hours adding embellishments until it was just right.

You make your way to the stairs, as the music starts playing and the spotlight hits you, you slink your way sensually down the long staircase. The lights were too bright to see past the first two rows so once you had shed yourself of your long skirt you liked to dance your way around the tables. At the back of the club was the most expensive seats in the house, the booths had red velvet seats, positioned around a circular gold table with champagne in a golden ice bucket placed on top.

In the nervousness before your act you barely noticed the party of three men joining the manager of the club in a booth at the back of the room, that was until you danced passed their table with your soft feather fans. All four men dressed in fitted black suits, they blended in seamlessly with the surrounding atmosphere.

Making your way back to the stage you unlace your corset, throwing it off stage before revealing your newly exposed skin. Holding the fans over your chest you unclip your bra, turning your back to the audience slowly to see your back become bare as you slip the straps over your shoulders. As the fabric leaves your body you flirtily drop it in the lap of an an unsuspecting member of the audience in the front row. Lifting the fans above your head you stand tall and proud as you shake your tassels to the beat of the music before striking an end pose as the audience breaks into applause. You leave the stage in your usual confident fashion, doing one last little tassel shake as you make your way off stage. As your evening had followed as it usually did you would have had absolutely no idea of what awaited you off stage.

Loki had owned the club for a number of years, he had used it to launder money through for the last ten of them and although he was surprised by its success it was a welcome addition to his ever growing enterprise. He had only visited the club a handful of times but recently he’d become alerted to some worrying news, he wasn’t the only one laundering money through his club.

Arriving in his black Jaguar he was surrounded by well dressed bodyguards, unless you noticed the guns strapped to their hips you would have thought they were just another group of guests. He was greeted by the manager of the club and ushered in through the private entrance to the booth at the back of the club.

“Mr Laufeyson, such a pleasure that you are joining us this evening. Please let me know if there is anything I can do for you.” David the club manager starts, immediately grabbed by his shoulder from one of the imposing looking bodyguards.

“Sit” Loki replies, the firmness in his voice already heard, his eyes fixated on pouring himself a glass of champagne as the bodyguard pushes David into the seat in front of him, sliding in next to David to block him in.

“It has been brought to my attention that someone has been laundering money through my establishment. As you know, this cannot be tolerated. Tell me, how would you handle the situation?” Loki asks the nervous man sitting trembling before him, now making eye contact with him causing him to cower under Loki’s gaze.

“I.. Um.. I’m not sure Sir, quietly?” David replies, earning a dark smile from Loki.

“Quietly” he replies in an amused tone, gesturing to his bodyguards who chuckle deeply at Loki’s gesture.

“I was thinking more along the lines of breaking all of your fingers, that way they cannot become sticky again. Do you think you can scream quietly?” He questions, a knife appearing in his hand as if from thin air, quickly stabbing it into the table top between David’s fingers. David jumps back, his shoulders hitting the seat as Loki leans and pulls the knife from the table, grazing it over the tops of David’s fingers. Just as Loki is about to speak the song in the room changes, from the corner of his eye he catches the image of a woman dressed in emerald green slinking down the long staircase to the stage.

“And who, may I ask, is she?” He growls, pointing the knife in your general direction, too far away for you to notice.

“She’s one of your dancers Sir, her name is Y/N, she’s new” he replies, the trembling tone evident in his voice as you glide past the table with your fans, dancing back to the stage.

“Bring her to me, but make sure to clean yourself up first” Loki replies, his eyes fixated on you as if you were the only person in the room, dancing only for him.

“Yes Sir, Wh..what do you mean ‘clean myself up?’” David asks, cautiously. Suddenly the bodyguard next to him grabs David’s hand and slams it onto the table, barely audible above the music.

“Never let them see you bleed” Loki replies villainously as he stabs David cleanly through the hand. David goes to scream but no sound comes out, but it’s probably for the best, he has no idea what Loki would do to him if he had drawn attention to their little soiree at the back of the room.

“Go, before I change my mind” Loki rumbles, venom spilling from his words as he pulls the knife swiftly from David’s hand. David stands quickly, covering his trembling bloodied hand with his suits jacket as blood spills down his white shirt. He immediately runs back stage, grabbing a towel and some ice for his hand just as your act finishes and you slink off stage.

You walk through the red velvet curtains still reeling from the high of being on stage as David runs up to you, catching you by your shoulder with his freezing hand, his other concealed.

“Y/N, there’s someone that wants to meet you in booth number one, you must change and go to them right away” he says sternly.

“Uh.. who is it? And why do they want to meet me? We don’t do private dances here if that’s what your thinking” you say, yes you strip but you refuse to dance for one single person. It’s not that you look down on full service stripping, you’d done it before, it’s just that the idea of being alone with one person you don’t know, essentially naked makes you feel uncomfortable.

“He just wants to meet you Y/N, please” the desperation in his eyes now visible as his hand grabs his other through his suit jacket, the blood not visible under the darkened light.

“Ugh fuck it, fine! I’ll be there in a second” you reply as you walk back into the dressing room.

Quickly you change into a different outfit, you take off your tassels and pack your costume away in a bag. You step into a knee length fitted green silk dress and the same golden heels that you wore for your act. You re-apply your makeup and make your way downstairs.

“Right this way, madam” a large man says, approaching you the second you walk into the club, leading you to the booth at the back of the room.

As a similarly large man sitting in the booth nods to the black haired man in front of him, the large man stands and leaves the booth, gesturing for you to sit down. Slipping into the seat the large man closes a velvet curtain around the booth, leaving you and the stranger completely enclosed.

As you look up to meet the eyes of the man you are now closed in with you take in his gorgeous features. His soft ivory skin with cheekbones that appear as if they were hand carved from marble complimented by the contrast of his swept back obsidian hair. His blue green eyes bore into yours in a terrifying but absolutely entrancing way that makes the hairs stand up on the back of your neck.

“Thank you for meeting with me” he breaks the silence as he begins to pour you a glass of champagne.

“I didn’t have much of a choice, but nevertheless, it’s a pleasure” you reply smiling lightly as he slides the glass towards you, the booth falling silent once again.

“So, what’s your name?” You ask inquisitively, an uneasy feeling growing within you with almost no reason behind it, almost.

“Drink” he states as you look bewilderedly back at him.

“Drink, and I will tell you my name” he says deeply, gesturing to the drink he poured you. You take the champagne flute by the stem and take a small sip from the top as his eyes rake unbashfully down your body.

“Your used to getting your way, aren’t you?” You ask with a playful tone as you cross your legs under the table.

“You might say that, you may also say that I take what I want, when I want it” he replies, taking a sip of his own drink. You take another sip, rolling your eyes at him before you place your glass down on the table. You feel a hand placed on your knee as he slides closer to you, your legs almost touching as he approaches you, you immediately stiffen under his touch.

“You still haven’t told me your name” you say, looking for any chance to back away from him

“Now that would be telling sweet thing. Maybe, if you’d agree to have dinner with me this evening I’ll tell you my name” he states, stroking his hand softly down your cheek, leaning in to kiss you. Immediately your hand snaps up and slaps his away, earning a angered look from him.

“Absolutely not, get off me!” You say in a loud tone, still quieter than the music but loud enough to cause a rumble from the bodyguards standing outside of the curtained booth.

“I apologise if I over stepped my bounds, but you can hardly blame me” he says as he pulls you back towards him, wrapping his arm around your front, grabbing you by your waist. You push your hands against his chest straining to get away from him as he places a harsh kiss on your lips, holding you tightly to him. Immediately you slap him on the cheek, causing a blush to form on his perfect pale skin. Taken by surprise he releases you from his grip, a villainous smile spread across his thin lips as he looks up at you storming through the curtains.

You rush upstairs, grab your things and wave for a black cab outside, jumping in and telling the driver your address before setting off.

Watching you leave Loki walks collectedly from the booth, followed by his bodyguards who grab David and throw him into a near by store room. The bodyguards throw him to the ground below Loki’s feet as the door closes behind them.

“If you treasure your other hand, you will tell me where she lives” he states standing confidently in front of David who is cowering on his knees clutching his now bandaged hand.

“Wh-who?” He stutters back, his eyes facing down towards the ground.

“‘Wh-who?’ I didn’t realise you were related to a fucking owl David. Y/N, where does she live?” He taunts before returning swiftly to his earlier question, Loki’s hands tucked intimidatingly into his suits pockets.

“I..if you have a pen I’ll write it down for you” David replies as one of the bodyguards hands him a pen and a napkin to write the address on. David’s hands shaking as he writes, the blood staining the white of the napkin the second the ink hits the fabric.

“Fabulous” Loki says cheerfully as David hands the napkin and pen back to his protection, David’s eyes immediately looking hopeful at how pleased Loki seems.

“Thank you David, you have succeeded in saving your hands. Now, if you’d just break his legs we’ll be on our way” Loki states to his bodyguards as he goes to walk out of the store room, out of the club and back into his Jaguar.

“What?! No! Sir, please” David shouts into the void as Loki’s bodyguards hold David down, Loki leaves the club with the faint sound of snapping followed by a muffled scream making a smirk spread across Loki’s lips.

You had almost reached home, visibly shaken by your encounter and furiously angry at David for putting you in that situation. You looked for him before you left but he was nowhere to be found, you fully intended to let him know just how angry you were tomorrow night at the next show.

A few minutes into your journey the driver had received a call through his headset, you could barely hear the conversation but after your traumatic experience you didn’t care to pry into the private life of your driver. It was only when he turned an unfamiliar corner and pulled down into a private underground parking lot that you realised something was wrong, rapidly pulling you from your thoughts.

“Sorry, where are we? This isn’t where I live” you say, clutching your bag in your hands, your knuckles almost turning white from your grip.

“Where the fuck are we?” You shout before hearing the car door swing open.

“Oh my god, no!” You scream as you are forcibly dragged from the back seat by the bodyguards you had met earlier. That’s when everything goes black, your ears ringing as you feel yourself fall to the ground, your knees hitting against the hard concrete as your vision blurs and you loose consciousness.

You wake up on a bed in a dark room, the green silk sheets on the four poster are soft under your touch as you fully come around. You quickly snap back to real life, trying to unlock every door to no fruition. Turning back to the bed you see a box with your name on it, inside the box lies a long beaded black dress with a note placed inside. ‘Wear this and join me for dinner ~ L’ the note reads, you have an obvious idea of who has brought you here but you ponder over the ‘L’ for a moment. That must be his initial, or maybe he’s wishing you love? At this point who knows, the man is crazy enough to kidnap you, it’s anyone’s guess of what else he’s capable of.

You pull the dress from the box, in no position to question the demands of your captor so you decide to comply. It’s only when you read the label that a confusing blush spreads over your cheeks. Chanel, where did he get a five thousand pound Chanel dress in your size in the middle of the night from? The tags are still attached and it’s absolutely brand new, that is until you eagerly rip the tags off and change quickly into the dress, eyeing your curves in the mirror as the previously locked door opens.

The bodyguard usurers you into the dining room, the floor and walls covered in dark wood, a large chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Your heels tap against the floor as you make your way over to the table, fighting the bodyguard slightly as he pushes you down into your seat at a candle lit table next to a floor to ceiling window that looks over the London sky line. In front of you, sipping red wine sits the black haired god from earlier, his tie that was so elegantly hung around his neck previously, now draped over his shoulders as the buttons on his shirt sit undone, showing the top of his collarbones.

“Now, we can finally start our date” he says poring you a glass of wine.

“I hope your journey was not too tedious” he says, an amused tone in his voice as he places the bottle of wine back onto the table.

“You can’t be serious? You are literally holding me hostage” you reply, crossing your arms and slouching in your chair as you watch his jaw tighten.

“Fine, you can at least tell me your name now, although I didn’t come willingly I am here, and you promised me your name” you continue as you lift the glass of wine and take a large gulp.

“Loki, Loki Laufeyson. Are you scared pet? You must have heard of me or at least my reputation” he replies, his name striking fear in you. No matter how much you may have suspected that he was the violent and vicious owner of the club, and most of London for that matter, now faced with the truth head on; you were terrified.

“Oh my little pet, you are scared. You have no idea how it affects me so to see you tremble” he says as his hands come together, one massaging the other looking although he is trying to restrain himself just as the food arrives at the table.

It is laid out perfectly, carved carrots into little flowers surrounding a delicious looking salmon dish. You were admittedly starving, you could never eat before performing due to nervousness, no matter how many times you performed so now a few hours on, you were ravenous.

He tries to make polite chit chat over dinner, as much as someone that has kidnapped you can, much to his dismay you continue to sass him and talk back, never bending to his will. He had once again slowly crept closer to you as the evening went on, it was well past midnight by the time you’d finished dinner and he was now so close that you were essentially in his lap, despite your constant refusal of his affections.

“I’m tired, I’d like to go home now Loki, please” you ask as his hand grazes your thigh through the slit in your dress.

“I’m afraid that will not be possible, love. You’ll be staying with me from now on” he replies, at this point you are almost too tired to argue.

“Loki, please, I just want to go home!” You say in a loudness slightly above your average tone, making Loki squeeze your inner thigh causing you to jump and hiss in pain. Just as you go to fight back Loki gestures to one of his men. You feel a sharp pain in your neck before your speech begins to slur and your eyes close.

Although you are once again on the brink of unconsciousness, you feel Loki lift you, carrying you in his arms into the bedroom you were in before. You felt him place you on what you assumed was the bed as you sense the familiar feeling of the silk sheets upon your skin before falling into a deep medicated sleep.

You are awakened by light hitting your face, you assume it must be coming from a window but when you look around, there is not a window in sight. You sit up in bed realising that your clothes have been changed while you slept, now wearing a silk night dress. Alone in the room you feel yourself about to cry as you realise that your ankles are chained to one of the posts of the bed, the sound of the door opening snaps you from your thoughts.

“Good morning darling” Loki says as he walks into the room dressed in a different but still elegant suit. He places a tray full of food in front of you, pancakes with maple syrup and a freshly squeezed glass of orange juice placed on top of the golden tray. He sits beside you with his legs draped over the side of the bed as he begins to cut your food into pieces, bringing a fork filled with food to your lips encouraging you to eat.

“You will not lift a finger while you are here, everything will be done for you. Only the best for my pretty pet” he says as he places a kiss onto your cheek while you chew your mouthful of food. Once you have finished he lifts the glass of orange juice to your lips, you drink the cool liquid quickly, wrapping your hand around his for stability. Your grip on his hand making his chest tighten and his breath hitch, the feeling of your soft skin on his calloused hands fanning the flames of his need for you.

“Wh.. when can I leave?” You ask much more cautiously now, you’ve tested the restraints, unless he lets you go; there’s no escape.

“Oh sweet thing, one day soon you will not want to leave, if anything you will beg for me to keep you here” he says as he strokes the hair from your face, placing it behind your ear.

“Please.. I just want to go home” you say as your eyes fill with tears, looking up at him in desperation. Without warning he slaps you in the face, his expression flat and unfeeling.

“I didn’t want to do that, but you pushed me to it, darling. Now, I have business to attend to, I will join you again tonight” with that he stands and takes the food from you, kissing you on the lips before he leaves.

Left alone again you try and break the chains that bind your ankles but it is of no use, you are well and truly trapped. Just as the night before he brings you for dinner with him, every night he pushes your boundaries a little further, determined to break you. He is equal parts caring and cruel, lovingly looking after you for a while before switching to almost an entirely different personality, hitting you and breaking your spirit.

You must have lived in his house for at least a month by now, every day the same, every day you comply with him slightly more. You had almost grown used to it, comfortable with his treatment of you. Yes he had touched you, but he’d never gone further than touching, he was certain that you’d beg for him before long. But as time rolled on it was growing more evident every day that you were determined to never give in and his patience was growing thin. He had encouraged you to call him master or occasional daddy, but much to his dismay you only used these titles when he hurt you.

Sitting in your room reading as always you hear the front door slam, the noise sounding loud enough to have ripped it from its hinges. The sound of Loki’s feet hitting against the wooden floor approaching your door as the key unlocks it, Loki storms in and throws you back further on to the bed, slapping you on the ass hard as he throws you down.

“Loki!” You scream his name as he places his hand around your throat choking you.

“I’ve had a particularly difficult day, Pet. And I have grown tired of your games, you will submit to me. Now.” He growls as he rips the fabric that covers your body in half, tearing it off of you as you fight in protest.

Pinning your legs open, placing one of his knees on yours he holds you down as he uses his free hand to undo his belt. Pulling the belt from his trousers he wraps it around your neck, pulling it tight around your throat and holding it in his now free’d hand. You continue to struggle as he pulls his length from his trousers, pushing himself inside of your tight entrance. As you gasp for air he releases the belt around your throat slightly, pressing his body further into yours. He trails kisses and bites down your neck and chest, sucking your nipple into his mouth drawing a moan from you.

His other hand presses into your hip, rocking himself vigorously in and out of you as your wetness begins to grow. As his pace quickens you stop fighting back, now wrapping your arms around his still clothed back. You know you should hate him and protest, but as he starts rubbing circles into your clit you feel the first flutters of your growing orgasm. Every movement pulling more pleasure from you, feeling as if he was hitting spots deep within you that you never even knew you had. Just as your orgasm approaches his pace slows, your wanton moans fill the room as you slip your hands over his chest, pulling his suit jacket off.

Once removed, you begin undoing his tie and then the buttons of his shirt, as quickly as your hands would let you. Pushing his shirt over his shoulders his chest is bare to you for the first time, his toned body pressed against you. Something you didn’t expect was the large tattoo covering his chest, the symbols appearing to be something ancient and Nordic. You only have a few seconds to take in the unique pattern before he pulls out of you and forces you to the ground, releasing your ankles from their constraints.

Placing you on your knees, your back is pressed against the end of the bed. Loki stands in front of you now completely naked, grabbing a fist full of your hair and pulling you closer to him as the belt from around your neck is discarded to the floor.

“Open your mouth little one” he says as he glides his thumb across your lips, pushing it into your mouth making you suck on his thumb for a second. Removing it from your mouth he glides the wetness over his tip as he moans quietly at the feeling.

“My cock isn’t going to suck itself, little one” he says as he pulls your mouth up to meet his tip. You open your mouth eagerly to please him, an action that is as much of a surprise to him as it is to you.

You begin by placing kitten licks to the top of his length before sliding him softly into your mouth. You place your hands on his shaft and begin pumping in unison with your mouth. The thought runs through your head that you could bite him and try to escape, but almost as if he reads your mind he grabs ahold of your jaw, pulling it open even wider to push himself deeper.

Your head hitting the back of the bed he begins to thrust into your mouth, pushing your hands off his length. He wraps his hand around your throat just below your jaw as his cock hits the back of your throat causing you to gag. The noises you make causing Loki to moan out loudly. The sight of you on your knees for him, finally, pushing him closer to his climax, but still he wants more, he wants you to submit completely to him.

His pace quickens on your throat making your eyes fill with water as his length travels as far down as you can take him.

“Norns, you love this, don’t you little one?” He asks, you try to nod but he holds your head still as his moans turn into grunts, His head falling back, his inky black hair hitting his shoulders. With one last thrust he cums within your mouth, the hot liquid trickling down your throat, drinking as much of him in as you can. Riding out his high, you continue to suck him lightly until every drop of cum has been cleaned from him. His length is still impeccably hard and you can tell that he is far from done with you as he lifts you from the floor, pushing you back onto the bed.

“Spread your legs” he demands, as you lie in front of him unmoving.

“Don’t make me ask twice kitten” he continues, you quickly spread your legs to him, a groan releasing from his mouth as he takes in the sight of your glistening folds. He places a quick slap onto your clit for being so disobedient before kissing down your thighs. His fingers spread you wide for him, licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit, groaning at the taste of you. Your hands carefully run through his hair, scared you’ll earn yourself a punishment if you touch him in the wrong way.

He slides his tongue into your entrance, swirling around in the pool of moisture that has rapidly grown between your legs. Your moans filling the air as he slides a finger inside you, licking back up to your clit as he sucks on it lightly. His long fingers brushing against your velvet walls, you almost scream as he slides a second and then third inside you. Your walls fluttering around his fingers as your climax washes over you, his unrelenting pace drawing out your climax for what feels like forever before he slips them out of you.

His form towering over you, wordlessly he slams his cock back inside you, the same relentless pace he gave your throat now resumed inside your heat. Grasping one of your legs he throws it over his shoulder, plunging deeply inside you until he bottoms out, brushing against your cervix. You scream out and run your nails down his chest, marking his pristine ivory skin with red lines as he fucks you. Just as you feel your second climax building he slows, drawing out the moment, burning the image of you pinned below him into his mind. The slowed pace almost unbearable, desperate for more you finally give in and grant him his wish.

“P..please… more, please.. daddy” you whine out, finally using the title he had asked you to. The second the words leave your mouth his lips are on yours and once again he resumes his inhuman pace on your heat. Animalistic grunts leave his throat as his climax builds, pulling your other leg and placing it over his shoulder. Your knees pushed almost to the sides of your face he kisses you feverishly, biting and sucking on your lips as his tongue slips into your mouth. His hand grabs your wrists and pins them above your head, drilling you down further into the mattress. Your moans of pleasure fill the room, you are certain that he’s fucking you at this inhuman pace just to hear the sounds that escape your throat.

Loki feels himself close to cumming, going to pull himself out of you to coat your stomach in his liquid.

“No, please breed me daddy. P..please fill me up” you groan out, pushing your hips down further to meet his, he flashes his villainous smile at you before he bends down, biting into the skin on your neck as he cums.

His cock pushed deep inside you, you feel his cum coating your velvet walls, the liquid spilling out of you staining the silk sheets beneath you. His hand darts to your clit, spreading the new wetness over your sensitive nub. Rubbing circles into your bundle of nerves it only takes a few seconds for you to climax with him, milking the last of his cum from his cock as your walls tense around him.

As soon as he removes himself from you, you are reminded of where you are and who your with. The horrifying reality setting in pulling you rapidly from your post coital bliss. Loki disappears from the bed, walking into the bathroom connected to your room. Alone on the bed again you pull the sheets up around you, your knees to your chest nervously waiting for him to return.

Walking back into the room he kisses you softly, pulling the sheets down passed your legs. He brings a moistened towel to your heat, cleaning you up carefully, you flinch at the contact expecting him to turn and hurt you at any given moment. Once you are all clean he places the cloth back into the bathroom and joins you in bed, pulling you into his lap.

“My perfect girl, you’ve been so good for me” he says as he strokes your hair, playfully kissing your lips and then down your neck making you giggle. You relax into him, constantly waiting for the penny to drop and for him to hurt you, but to your surprise the pain never comes.

“This is for you sweet thing” he says as he pulls a velvet box from the locked side table. Inside gently placed on a cushion is a thin golden collar with green details etched into it. He clips it around your neck and kisses all over your throat.

“You will wear this always. You are mine, my property and everyone will know” he says, slipping a finger under under the collar, pulling you up by it to kiss him.

During the night you cuddled with him constantly, you knew that it wasn’t right to feel so attached to him. He had kidnapped you and he wouldn’t be letting you go any time soon. But you felt absolutely infatuated with him, at this stage if he tried to let you go you would have screamed the house down. You belonged to him and you desperately wanted to please him.

“I love you pet” he whispered to you through the night, constantly telling you how beautiful you were and admitting his feelings for you over and over.

Over the next few weeks he trained you until you were exactly as he wanted you. Whenever he had visitors you would sit on your knees on the floor next to him, occasionally nuzzling your head into his thigh for attention. Every night he would make you tend to his every sexual whim, fucking you until you couldn’t think straight.

You know it’s wrong, you really do, but your too far gone to care. You love him.

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ᗢ jujutsu kaisen x scarletwitch!reader ᗢ

11. cursed

Chapter Index & Synopsis

warning: will contain spoilers from the jjk manga and the latest mcu movies/shows (particularly wandavision and loki, as well as rumors and trailer moments from doctor strange in the multiverse of madness). once again, this will contain heavy spoilers—you have been warned. angst, cussing, cursing, swear words will be here, too. content warning as well for wanda's depression and suicidal thoughts. anyways, this has probably been my longest chapter for any fic. nearly 10k words? new record for me! now i shall go to sleep in my vaccine-induced drowsiness and joint pain (bruh, my back is aching baaad from moderna, what the heck). either way, enjoy, my loves! thank you all for 490 followers and 720 notes on the fic! ♡

[EDIT] 6/22/2022, 8:17PM: Again, made some minor rewrites after what happened in MoM 'cause this fic takes place after DS: MoM.

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(previous chapter)

"Who are you?" That was your first question to your nosy neighbor-turned-obsessed sorceress. The jujutsu sorcerers watched as Agnes—no, Agatha, threw the question back at you.

"Who are you?" she scoffed in your face, leaning closer with scrutinizing eyes. "All those costumes and hairstyles. Ugh, I was so patient... waiting for you to reveal your true self." Agatha chuckled. "I got close with Fake Pietro—Fietro, if you will."

Your eyes widened (and so did your present-time spectators' eyes). "That was you."

The other witch shrugged nonchalantly, "Well, not really me. Just my eyes and ears. A crystallum possession. Necromancy was a non-starter since your real brother's body is in another continent." She whispered over your shoulder mockingly. You didn't respond as she taunted you. "Not to mention, full of holes." She gave you a look full of false pity and sympathy, pouting. "But... you're so crippled by your self-doubt that you believed it!"

You refused to look her in the eye at that statement. The line between fantasy and reality had already blurred for you. "Momma really needs help," Yuuji muttered sadly, watching and practically feeling the turmoil of emotions inside you at that moment. "I just want to hug her tight right now."

"And get her away from this crazy old hag," Satoru added, giving Agatha a judgmental look. Through your memory, they'd seen how Agatha Harkness came to be—absorbing the magic of her fellow coven sisters. The other men silently agreed with the white-haired shaman, for once.

Agatha continued with her rant, exclaiming how she arrived at Westview, "Wanda, when I sensed this place... the afterglow of so many spells cast all at once—I... couldn't make heads or tails of it!" She brought out an insect from her basement, chanting in Latin. The insect flew on your face, trying to enter your mouth and make you talk. Your face scrunched up in disgust as you repressed the urge to say anything when it touched your lips. "Thousands of people under your thumb, all interacting with one another according to complex storylines! Wow, that's something special, baby." The ex-Salem witch chanted again in Latin, showing you how to turn the insect into a moth (or was it a butterfly?). "Transmutation. See? Years of studying to achieve even the smallest convincing illusion." Agatha was clearly, clearly demented in her bloodlust for your power while interrogating slash torturing you.

The jujutsu sorcerers observed carefully as Agatha showed you even more spells through a variety of Latin incantations. You seemed clueless about all of them. Did you really not know?

"But Westview through your lens, Wanda!" a shaking Agatha nearly shouted, unable to contain her mixed excitement and frustration with your power. "Every little detail in place, down to the crown molding. You're even writing illusions... miles away at the edge of town! Magic on autopilot!" she emphasized, squealing fanatically.

"What's your secret, sister?" You seemed lost with all the information that had been given to you in spite of her zealous attempts to coax you. Runes, incantations, spells, Pietro (or Fietro, actually), and everything that's been happening in Westview. Seeing that you were distracted, Agatha called you out. "Listen. Hey. Wanda. I need you to tell me how you did this."

"This woman is being too persistent for her own good," Toji muttered, annoyed at how she was treating you. His son stood beside an agitated Yuuji, trying to calm his pink-haired classmate.

"Nosy neighbor indeed," was all Nanami could say.

Sukuna snorted, the mouth on Itadori's cheek cackling at Nanami and Toji's comments. "Don't lie, you. All of us are interested in knowing more about the damned old... lady... witch, whatever she is. I'm just glad I was meddlesome enough to be able to witness this." Oh. Right. The King of Curses was the one who got them into this predicament in the first place, damaging the flash drive and whatever was inside it.

You attempted to defend yourself, denying, "I didn't do anything. I'm not—agh!" You found yourself brutally thrown into the wall again.

Agatha snarled, "I tried to be gentle. To nudge you awake from this ridiculous fantasy. But you leave me no choice." She smiled at you—no sincerity or kindness behind it. Just evil delight. "What was it you said to your not brother? You felt empty. Alone. Endless nothingness." Agatha gave you one final look. "Let's start there. It's been fun playing pretend for a while, hasn't it, Wanda?

She plucked a single strand of your hair, conjuring a spell, "Repete memoria." A door appeared. You froze. You knew exactly what that door was and where it was from. And you hadn't seen that in decades. Actually, you thought you'd never see it again. It opened, showing a woman's back as she washed dishes in a sink.

"Who's that?" Choso blinked.

"We're about to find out now," Geto's eyes narrowed.

Agatha released the purple magic binding your limbs. You flopped painfully to the ground. She stood over you impatiently. "It's time to look at some real reruns. Alright. Let's go."

You glared callously at her from your position on the cold stone tiles, "No."

"Oh? I'm sorry. Did you forget who has your children stashed away in her basement?" At that moment, Billy's cries and Tommy's pleas could be heard somewhere nearby. Your countenance instantly became one that was extremely concerned. Even the jujutsu sorcerers tried to trace where their voices were coming from, but to no avail.

"Does your Infinity and your Limitless work here?" Kento asked Satoru, who shook his head.

"I can't even feel my cursed energy," Gojo replied. "I take it that it's the same situation for you guys... except maybe you, Toji."

"Duh," Megumi's dad deadpanned, having no cursed energy, after all. "But even then, I don't sense any cursed energy here."

"Guess we're trapped in Mom's memories, then," Yuuji blinked.

Agatha smugly grinned as she watched your panicked reaction to your children's hostage situation. "Ah. That's right." She stepped aside to allow you to walk through the door. "After you, superstar."

The next thing the male sorcerers knew, they were in a small apartment. It had a Cold War aesthetic, just like how Agatha had described it. They watched as you watched your own memories unfold, particularly one relating to your deceased family. Your father had brought back a collection of sitcoms from outside, with your shocked mother asking how he was able to buy all of them. Your father only smiled happily, assuring your mother that he would sell them all by tomorrow to get back the money. A young Pietro came bustling into the living room—like Agatha, Sukuna had an irritated look (as irritated as a mouth could look) with how noisy the boy was.

Then, your older form was replaced by that of an innocent-eyed little girl in a red jacket telling her father that she wanted to watch the Dick Van Dyke Show.

"Awwww, how cute!" Gojo squealed at the adorable younger you in the vision. "If Y/N and I have a daughter, I want her to look just like that but maybe with my eyes—ow! Suguru!"

"As if she'll have kids with a jackass like you, Satoru," a repulsed Geto scolded his best friend.

"But sensei is right, Momma really was cute when she was young!" Yuuji said with a grin, happy to see that finally, there was a happy memory after a series of terrible events in WandaVision.

Toji—and maybe also Nanami, Sukuna, Choso—seemed displeased at Gojo's remark, as well. Megumi inwardly sighed, before noticing that in the vision, your mother suddenly turned to gaze at the window. The other men's eyes followed his train of vision and that was when they realized why. They wondered why they didn't notice at first, but now they did. And they remembered something you'd told them before, too.

You grew up in a warzone. This was it. They could hear shouts coming from outside, continous gunshots and even the military planes flying over head. They could feel, every once in a while, the building tremble whenever there was a nearby explosion. They could see the fights happening outside the window, fires on the snow-covered road and men pointing guns at one another. Hell, was that a dead body on the street? Just laying there?

They were speechless at the horrible sight and the situation. They realized that your parents were trying to shield you and your brother from the horrors of the outside world. Your parents were trying to distract you from the reality. Maybe that was why that had become your coping mechanism as you grew older. Sitcoms, sitcoms, sitcoms. They were only brought back to their senses when you giggled at a scene from the television. They also noted that many of the scenes from the Dick Van Dyke show probably inspired those earlier episodes of WandaVision. That scene of you and Vision in the kitchen cooking sweetly, that moment where you two had two beds even though you were a married couple, and overall the outdated silliness you enjoyed as a child. Even that so-called "Sokovian" greeting of you covering Vision's eyes and vice-versa during the first episode came from how your mother playfully covered your giggling face and kissed your head.

All seemed well as they gazed at the domestic scene in front of them. You and Pietro were on the floor laughing at the show, with your parents smiling together—your dad's arm around your mom's shoulder as they lovingly stared at their children being happy; clueless with what was occuring outside. They couldn't blame your parents. They would've done the same.

"How sweet," Yuuji almost melted when he saw you happy. "Mom's happy!"

"This must have been one of her happier memories," Geto concluded. On the inside, there was a part of him that was angry at those... those monkeys outside. Non-sorcerers always fighting, fighting, fighting. It was why his faith in humanity had been broken in the first place. Had this been their world, curses would've been swarming this place. But he calmed himself. He'd given up on that goal when you brought him back and given him a new life. It was his way of paying you back and repenting. He just wanted to be at peace, especially after everything Kenjaku had done with the use of his body.

"One of her few happier memories," Nanami added quietly. He couldn't help but feel so sorry for this child he was seeing. This environment... a warzone with people killing each other outside... this was the exact reason why he wanted to protect the younger sorcerers. Why he wanted children, like Yuuji, to just be... children. He sympathized with your parents.

Meanwhile, Gojo was also reminded of why he was doing what he was doing. Teaching students to become jujutsu sorcerers, protecting those in need... this vision of you as a child having to be surrounded by death was something he wanted to prevent or minimize with the people of his world. Their world.

You looked back at your parents, smiling at them. Your mom gave you a flying kiss, your dad chuckling beside her. Right as you turned away from them...

Boom!

The air raid strike happened so fast even the sorcerers didn't expect it.

"Mom!" Yuuji shouted with a flinch, heart beating faster in panic. Even he had instinctively crouched to protect himself. Megumi was right beside him, unable to talk and his arms also in a protective position around him.

"Holy fucking shit, shit, shit," Toji swore, eyes frantic. He glanced to check if Megumi was okay. That explosion felt so real. Too real. Though it was a vision, none of them could see you anymore. Everything was rubble and smoke now.

"Where's Y/N?" Sukuna mumbled to himself, feeling Yuuji's terror and worry inside his domain.

You couldn't hear or see them since this was in the past already, but the men searched for you in the wrecked room. There was a huge, gaping hole in the building now.

"There!" Nanami shouted, seeing your small figure become conscious again. His alert brown eyes scanned your form. He couldn't help but panic even if this had already happened.

"Y/N!" Geto, Gojo, and Choso shouted. They reached out for you, only for their hands to pass through you like they were ghosts.

Little you coughed and struggled to pull yourself up from the dusty floor. As your vision cleared, you realized that nearly everything around you had been destroyed. Falling rockets, gunshots, sirens, and missiles could be heard from the outside. It had gotten worse. There was fire in the corner, the smoke almost suffocating you. And there... right there were large slabs of fallen concrete crushing the couch your parents had sat on.

With a devastated look on your young face, it hit you that this was it. They were killed, just like those stories they told of you guys always having to be careful or else the government would shoot. People would kill you without hesitation. Now, your kind mother and your loving father were gone. Gone. You weren't even able to process that knowledge completely yet until much later. And your brother... where was—

"Wanda!" Pietro's young voice bellowed from beside you as he hurriedly pulled you under the bed. It was all dust and explosions now. A missile suddenly landed right in front of you two. Staring at your terrorized visages were two words: Stark Industries. The jujutsu sorcerers noticed that it emitted the exact same sound as Toast-Mate 2000. Of course, made by Stark Industries, too.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

"Mother of God," Toji visibly swallowed, watching you and Pietro hide under the bed. This was a hella lot of violence for a bunch of kids.

"She... she was so young... too young," Nanami murmured, crestfallen as he stared into your innocent irises, stretched with alarm and anxiety.

You didn't know what to do first. Pietro spoke to you, and while you responded, your eyes kept looking at the broken TV screen nearby.

"At the end of the episode, they'd wake up and realize it was all a bad dream," little you whispered, trying to convince yourself it was just a nightmare. The sorcerers felt their hearts break for you, hearing your denials. Slowly, your hand reached out towards the missile. It may have just been a trick of the light, but the spectators swore that they saw the faintest flicker of red appear before Pietro stopped you and dragged you out.

You were back to your older body, panting and gasping from the memory. Agatha appeared beside you, stating, "Did you stop that bomb? You used a probability hex."

The sorcerers stared at the interaction intently. It was nothing but a vision of the past, but it got the adrenaline and panic pumping in them like it was a real fight.

"What?" you exhaled heavily as if you'd run a marathon. "No! No. I—It... just never went off. It was defective, but... but we didn't know that. We were trapped..." Agatha gave you a disbelieving look.

"For how long?" she prodded.

You paused. No, it can't be. You couldn't have been the reason why you and Pietro weren't killed... right? "Two days." It sounded like you were trying to convince yourself more than her. Did you do something? No, that was impossible. You didn't have powers then... did you?

"So much trauma," Agatha noted haughtily, looking down at where you and Pietro hid. She pointed at the empty space, staring at you knowingly. "And yet, you were safe as kittens the whole time!" Agatha gestured to the broken apartment building. "What I see here, is a baby witch, obsessed with sitcoms, and years of therapy ahead of her!" Agatha huffed lightly, unsatisfied with what she'd seen. "Doesn't explain your recent hijinks. Where'd you get the big guns, Wanda?"

The moment the answer—the thought came to your mind, a metal door appeared in the corner of the obliterated apartment, making you (and your sorcerer viewers) turn to it. You recognized it instantly, terrified, "I don't wanna go back in there."

"I know you don't. But it's good medicine, angel," Agatha crossed her arms. "The only way forward... is back."

The jujutsu sorcerers still hadn't recovered from personally seeing the explosion that took the lives of your parents. They could see now why you and your brother had been so livid with Iron Man in the Age of Ultron.

"Y/N..." Gojo trailed off, cool blue eyes full of pity and sorrow for you. At the same time, Yuuji, now moving beside him, was following you into the new door.

Then they all found themselves inside an underground laboratory. Baron von Strucker and another man were present, typing in some details into the computers. "Ah, Wanda. The rebellious years." Agatha asked you in a hushed whisper, "Quick question. Your reaction to the bombing of your civilian apartment building and the murder of your parents was to join an anti-freedom terrorist organization?" The witch found it hilarious and weird of you. Why didn't you join the U.N. or something else?

"We wanted to change the world," you solemnly answered. And what did that get you? A crazy sentient robot with Stark's attitude, the destruction of your home country, and the sacrifice of your brother. Destroy the Avengers and make a better world? When everyone is dead? Nah. And you ended up joining the Avengers and trying to make sense of your shattered life. How ironic. You stepped forward hesitantly into this memory, fearful.

Agatha hummed, "Don't be scared. You've already lived it once."

And the jujutsu sorcerers saw you again. Older than a child, but younger than you were as they knew you. Your... emo years, so you said before in Shibuya. You were wearing the exact same tattered, stained, prisoner-like sack they saw at the very first scene of your... life film (whatever this was). Eye bags dark and heavy, hair greasy and unwashed, paler than you usually were, and frankly enough, lacking proper nutrition. "Wanda Maximoff, volunteer."

You could hear Strucker and the other Nazi doctor arguing about how no one else had survived contact with this weird, otherworldly item, but as you gazed at the mesmerizing blue crystal on Loki's scepter, you could feel a gentle pull towards it. It was like it was lulling you to come closer, assuring you that you'd be alright. It was hypnotizing.

"That's the Mind Stone, right?" Satoru clarified.

"The yellow one which looked blue? Yeah," Toji answered, cautiously awaiting anything else that may surprise them. That bomb explosion was not a good wake-up call.

All of a sudden, the gem broke off from the scepter on its own, allowing you to see it up close for the very first time. Slowly, you reached your hand out towards it. Closer... closer... and you touched it.

Tap.

The moment your fingers made contact with the Mind Stone, its protective emerald covering burst into a billion pieces, the glorious golden glow nearly blinding you. Its utter power bled into the surroundings, summoning wind out of nowhere that would've blown you away if it had not deliberately kept you rooted where you stood. Mustering up the strength to gaze at its magnificence, your eyes reflected the light of the bright jewel—hidden in it, a mysterious prophecy. It was a floating silhouette of a woman whose arms were outstretched to her side. At that moment, you thought you were hearing whispers. Was the Mind Stone speaking to you? For a millisecond, you even saw how the six Infinity Stones—Space, Time, Reality, Soul, Power, Mind—came to be from the Big Bang. It was like it was trying to tell you a story of its other five siblings; a story of both the past and the future. But you didn't know what. All you knew was that now, you were indisputably bound to this ancient treasure of the universe.

Then you fell to the ground, unconscious. Flabbergasted at what just happened, the Nazi doctors rushed to check your condition. You were alive. Unlike those that came before you, you had survived exposure to an Infinity Stone. You were a miracle.

A legend, but you didn't know that. Yet.

The eight jujutsu sorcerers had just witnessed the grandeur of an Infinity Stone practically imprinting on you. Blessing you. Renewing you. Strengthening you. No wonder the Mind Stone chose you. There was something within you that was hiding its true side, something that the Mind Stone saw and wished to amplify infinitely. Like Agatha, they were starting to see how you came to be such a powerful sorceress. They observed as you watched the Brady Bunch alone in your cell, your new powers beginning to emerge. You moved towards the darkest corner of the room; the artificial light was irritating, especially with your lack of sleep.

Frankly, everything hurt like hell. Your head was pounding, and every inch your skin felt as if it was tingling with nonstop pins and needles. Unadulterated power was surging inside you and you had no idea what to do with it except use it for your vengeance. You knew about the whispers. You could hear everyone's thoughts—what they said about you and your brother. Miracles. Survivors. How they would use you to defeat the Avengers. You could hear everything, so many voices in your head—some real, others... you had no idea where they came from. You didn't want to know. You were both mystified and frightened by what you had become.

"Wanda... Wanda Maximoff..."

"The girl..."

"Miracle. They say she and her brother survived Loki's scepter."

"We'll have to observe her even more to see how she does. What's important is that she's alive. She'll be our trump card against those damned Avengers. Against SHIELD."

"Sir, her powers are growing exponentially every single day. Did you see how she entered that other prisoner's mind and tortured him?"

"She clearly hadn't meant to, but soon enough, she'll learn how to do it intentionally, doctor."

You could barely sleep even more now. Dazed from restlessness and half-insane from the experiments, you stared at a spare iron nail that had fallen from the metal door of your cell.

And for the first time, vermillion tendrils of psionic energy arose from your fingers. They were miniscule—barely even there at the moment, but it made the nail hover just millimeters from the ground. Just barely. It took you almost one hundred percent of concentration to do just that in the early stages of your abilities.

"So little orphan Wanda got up and close with an Infinity Stone which amplified what otherwise would've died on the vine," Agatha concluded, raising a brow at you. "The broken pieces of you are adding up, buttercup. I have a theory, but I need more." She waved her hand, and with a flash of purple, another door opened on the wall. You, Agatha, and the men focused on your story entered it, finding a still-younger you—the you they recognized around that time Tony and Cap were fighting due to the Sokovia Accords and the Lagos Incident—seated on a much comfier bed. The comfiest and softest you've ever had since growing up. It was a stark contrast to the cheap ones HYDRA used in their chilling base. Your new room was filled with trinkets here and there, a guitar in the corner, and most importantly, a wide-screen television set. Malcolm in the Middle was your sitcom choice this time.

"Ah, Wanda. Moving on up," Agatha commented, seeing the new luxury you had received during that time of your life. "Now, where are we?"

"The Avengers Compound. It was the first home Vision and I ever shared," you answered, voice hoarse and sentimental as you chewed on your lip. "Pietro was dead and... and I was in a new country. I was all alone."

"Damn, she hasn't gotten a break since she was a fucking kid," Sukuna spoke as the scene from your memory began, with you and Vision talking with a sitcom playing in the background. It was... quite awkward back then with the two of you. After everything he's seen about you, hell, even the King of Curses thought your life was shitty. How pathetic.

The other men glared at the mouth on Yuuji's cheek (making the pink-haired boy slightly cower from the unwanted attention).

"Wanda, I don't presume to know what you're feeling," Vision began. "But I want to know... should you wish to tell me or should it bring comfort to you—"

You cut him off that instant with a cold tone, "What... makes you think talking about it would bring me comfort?"

"Oh, see, I read that—" You interrupted him again, almost rudely.

"The only thing that would bring me comfort is seeing him again." That made Vision silent. The jujutsu sorcerers didn't say anything, too. Anyone could tell you were very touchy at that moment. Instantly feeling guilty with what you just did and how mean you sounded, you looked down on your hands, fiddling with them as your shoulders sagged with exhaustion.

"Sorry," you whispered to your android companion. Shaking your head, you let out a short, humorless laugh. "I'm... I'm so tired." You pursed your lips tight, trying to hold in the heavy, overwhelming feeling building up in your soul.

"Mom..." Yuuji's lips wobbled as a tear slipped down your cheek. You quickly swiped it away with your hand as you looked up at the plain ceiling. Your adopted son wanted to give you the biggest hug and wipe away your tears, too. Choso rested his hand lightly on his brother's back as a show of comfprt, yet even he could not deny the weighty gloominess inside this old room of yours. None of them could, and almost all of them could somewhat relate to what you were feeling. In the field of jujutsu sorcery, it was a given that you would lose beloved allies in the process. Gojo momentarily glanced at Geto, remembering that day he initially died after the fight with Rika and Yuuta. Choso, until now, was still in the process of grieving Kechizu and Eso. Nanami thought he'd gotten over Haibara's death, but he couldn't deny there was a part of him that would never be able to. And Toji—the Sorcerer Killer looked over his shoulder to look at Megumi. His son looked too much like his mother, the first woman to ever love him but was taken away from him too soon. Sukuna was quiet, but he watched Yuuji's thoughts fill with reminders of his dead grandfather.

You continued talking, that dam of emotions cracking to show your vulnerability. How much you were fed up of this life. Everything from your family's death had built up to this moment. Honestly, you wanted to let go so bad. You wanted this neverending pain inside you to be gone forever. Still, Vision intently listened to your words as you finally opened up to him. "It's like this wave washing over me again and again." You were trying. You really were trying to express whatever it was you were feeling. Such emotion was difficult to accurately put into words. It was nearly indescribable. "It... It knocks me down and... when I try to stand up, it just comes for me again."

The others watched as Vision didn't reply, only searching your face and your avoiding, teary eyes for answers. You let out another sad laugh, reflecting on your situation. It's always been the same. "And... I can't... it's just gonna drown me."

The synthezoid shook his head, disagreeing with that last statement, "No. No, it won't."

"How do you know?" you asked, finally looking him in the eye.

"Well, because it can't all be sorrow, can it?" Vision replied kindly. Sometimes, your heart melted with this robot of a man with a heart of gold—bigger than any other human you've known. Where did all that optimism and logical rationality with humanity originate from? "I've always been alone, so I've never felt the lack. It's all I've ever known. I've never experienced loss because... I've never had a loved one to lose," he mused.

You thought about his words carefully, about to look away from him when he spoke again. He spoke those life-changing words that changed your perspective of him and yourself forever.

"But... what is grief, if not love persevering?" Vision offered. It was Choso who recognized that quote from you. He remembered that you told it to him the day he first saw you. You were still an old lady that time you bound him with your magic, trying to convince him to leave Kenjaku and his minions, but your voice was clear as day. Your eyes, on the other hand, were misty and clouded with memories of the same scene he was seeing at the moment.

The other sorcerers came to a realization the moment your past self did, too. Suddenly, Vision lightly laughed at a scene from the sitcom that had been forgotten on the TV. For once, you chuckled with him, and your eyes met with his. Somehow, there was something budding, something new—something unspoken between the two of you.

Your past self and Vision suddenly disappeared as Agatha spoke again. Unintentionally, you pulled your red jacket closer around yourself, fingers reaching out to where Vision used to sit with you in that familiar bedroom. She summarized it shortly, "So to recap: parents dead, brother dead, Vision dead."

"Damn her for breaking the moment," Gojo cussed quietly, using his blindfold to wipe his teary eyes. It would've been funny to the others had it not been for you close to breaking down beside Agatha. You took a deep breath, trying not to hyperventilate as you let your tears soak through the sleeve of your top.

"What happened when he wasn't there to pull you back from the darkness, Wanda?" Agatha insisted, wishing to know the answer. You swivelled back on your heels, turning to her with a desperate expression.

"I can't do this anymore—"

"Come on, Wanda! You're on the precipice! You are right there!" the witch raised her voice, hands moving closer to your shoulder as she stood behind you. "Tell me how you did it!"

The jujutsu sorcerers could only watch, unable to do a single thing to comfort you, as you struggled—grappled with the grief of those agonizing, suppressed memories returning to the surface of your mind.

Agatha continued to push you for answers, "Vision was gone... but you wanted him back."

"... I wanted him back." And that was it. Your eyes widened. The answer appeared in your thoughts and at the same moment, a glass door appeared on your right. On the other side were workers, agents, all busy with the global news of the phenomenon called the Blip; the reversal of the Snap during Endgame.

The jujutsu sorcerers found themselves with you and Agatha, watching your past self walk to the receptionist of the SWORD Headquarters.

"Mmm, some fancy, high-tech stuff they've got in their world," Toji remarked, impressed and finally relieved that some of the negativity was gone in this scene.

"Jujutsu Headquarters have a long way to go," Satoru sniffled, still feeling snot in his nose from that earlier, tear-jerking scene with you and the love of your life.

"This must be after Stark's funeral," Megumi, Geto, and Nanami said simultaneously, eyes trained on the huge screens above them, all showing families being reunited at the efforts of the Avengers after five years. It was ironic given what you were dealing with right now.

The receptionist refused to buzz you in spite of your pleading, "I know you have him—just, please." You avoided eye contact, hands fidgeting in an attempt to hold your tears back. "When I came back, he was gone. His... body. And I know he's here." You didn't want to cry and break down in front of these agents who didn't know a single thing. About Vision's sacrifice. How he tried to save the world—no, the universe, too. It wasn't just Iron Man who saved everyone. Hell, your only female best friend and sister-figure Black Widow had jumped off that cliff in Vormir, too. You saw everything when you read Clint's mind, his memories and guilt with the Soul Stone weighing on his shoulders. You saw what his eyes saw on that godforsaken planet. You saw Natasha limp on the ground when she leapt from that height and let go of Clint's hand, her crimson locks matching the liquid that bled from her broken skull. You saw the life leave her eyes the same way Vision's color dulled when Thanos ripped the Mind Stone from his head.

You had nightmares about them ever since. Your face steeled as you finally swallowed down the feelings inside you, "He deserves a funeral, at least. I deserve it."

"Hell yeah you do," Geto muttered as they finally let you in. They followed you as you passed the white corridors of the base, leading you to Hayward's office. "I don't think they ever even let her get over her brother's death."

You slammed the door to his office open, uncaring of anything else but the goal on your mind: recover Vision's body and bury him. It was the only way you could get some semblance of a peace of mind.

"Well, I'm his next of kin," you told Hayward when he clarified your wishes. Your features cold and neutral. You didn't have time for this man.

"I want to show you something," he responded, avoiding the topic.

"And then you'll give him to me?" you asked immediately. Hayward paused, not answering the question. That made your male sorcerer friends give him different levels of annoyed looks. From the moment they started WandaVision, they didn't like the vibes this so-called director had.

"Damn it. Just give her the body!" Toji almost snarled from beside Megumi, who was equally as pissed off for you, but more restrained with his fury. If he were actually in this room, he would've punched Hayward already. Yuuji, Choso, and Nanami (plus Sukuna in his domain) were silently glowering at the man.

"This bastard—" Geto found himself cracking his knuckles instinctively. From beside him, Gojo scowled, fingers already positioned for the Infinite Void. Unfortunately, none of that worked.

Hayward led you to a glass pane overlooking what seemed to be a bunch of workers dismantling some high-tech metal parts you couldn't see clearly. You (and the men with you) didn't get what the purpose of this was. "What... is this? Why are you showing this to me?"

"Because you asked to see it," Hayward pointed out obviously, acting as if he didn't know what he was doing. It was Nanami who peered over the glass closer. His breath hitched when be realized what exactly those metal parts were.

"That's..." the blonde realized, trailing off. As your eyes trained onto the scraps the workers were slicing up and disposing of, you put the pieces together. You barely recognized it—with how dull, lifeless, and fragmented it was. It was Vision. It was your Vision, head, limbs, and torso all separated from each other. It seemed to dawn unto the others, too.

"Holy crap," Gojo and Itadori swallowed, stunned. Megumi had a hand over his mouth. Toji looked away, not wanting to see you cry for the nth time throughout this whole ordeal. On your right, Choso had his eyes closed, nearly feeling your agony. On your left, Nanami stood with a deep frown on his face, pained to see you in so much pain. Knowing you as that bubbly, selfless old woman and then as a beautiful, strong witch (who he may have caught feelings for already) and now seeing you so shattered... it broke his heart. Geto placed his hand on your shoulder, only for it to pass through like a phantom. Sukuna, on the other hand, was watching Hayward's reactions carefully with narrowed eyes. It was like he wanted to see how you would deal with seeing your lover's corpse.

"Tch," he sneered, making the others look at him in question. "This insignifant sow is intentionally making her suffer. See?"

With hot tears welling up your eyes at how the love of your life was being handled, your fingers trembled as they reached out for his body, only to find it stopped by the clear barrier in-between. "Stop..." you whispered, your calm facade disintegrating fast. "Stop... stop it!" You swiftly pivoted to stare holes at Hayward. "What are you doing to him!? Vision's not a weapon, you can't do this!"

"In fact, it is our legal and ethical obligation," Hayward stated as-a-matter-of-factly.

"I just want to bury him, that's all I want!" you argued, face full of disgust for their actions.

"Are you sure?"

Now you were very offended. Very, very offended. "Excuse me?" you countered. The sorcerers watching were as offended as you, too.

"The nerve of this son of a bitch," Geto scowled. With him was an equally angry Nanami and Gojo. The veins on Toji's neck already looked like they were about to burst (so did Yuuji's and Megumi's) and Choso was close to using his Blood Manipulation even if it was useless in whatever place this was.

"Not everyone has the power to bring their soulmate back online," Hayward corrected himself. Purposefully, the sorcerers noticed. He was getting on their nerves. "Forgive me. Back to life."

You were bewildered at his answer, "No... I can't... do that." You shook your head fervently. "That's... that's not why I'm here." Your reply had surprised your shaman and curse friends. Then why was Vision alive in your Hex—they froze.

"Don't tell me this asshole put that thought in her mind in the first place," Gojo deduced. You never did plan on resurrecting Vision's body in the first place, did you?

"Okay." Hayward nodded solemnly. "But I can't allow you to take three billion dollars worth of vibranium just to put it in the ground." His words felt like daggers piercing deep inside you all at once. Shakily, you turned to face the glass panel, staring down at Vision's body being sawed open. "So, the best I can do is to let you say goodbye to him here."

You couldn't believe this was happening. "He's... he's all I have," you croaked out weakly. Maybe... Maybe if you begged enough, Hayward would let you take at least a small part of him to—

"Well, that's just the thing, Wanda," you heard his voice from behind you. "He isn't yours."

Those words made the eight men watching automatically give him death glares. If looks could kill, Hayward would've been dead and pummeled to the ground a thousandfold. That moment, you snapped, your face contorting with rage as your powers broke the glass wall into microscopic shards. They all flinched as you levitated down to where Vision's corpse was. They thought that this would be the moment you would steal the body, just as Hayward declared to his soldiers in a previous episode. Your focus was so trained on Vision that you couldn't hear Hayward telling his soldiers to stand down nor the alarms blaring at your actions. You hovered your left hand over Vision's head, where the Mind Stone used to be, the same way you always did when you eloped together.

Unlike those times, however, you didn't feel that connection with him anymore. You trembled as a lone tear from your cheek fell on the synthezoid's face. "I can't feel you," you uttered, absolutely heartbroken as you caressed Vision's head with the remaining love you could give. You didn't care if those SWORD soldiers and workers thought you were being ridiculous, weeping over a scrap of metal. To him, Vision wasn't that. Vision was your everything. Now? You had nothing. "I can't feel you," you said for the last time, a sad smile on your lips as you finally found the strength to retract your hand and walk away from him.

The jujutsu sorcerers stood in the background, observing how the scene unfolded. "... Hayward lied," Megumi noted out loud, in pity for you as you left the room. "Y/N-san never stole Vision's body. It was his intention all along to make it look like she was committing a crime against SWORD."

Before they could respond to Megumi, the scene they were in had changed. You were staggering through the parking lot of the base, trying to make sense of what you were dealing with. This time, you were really alone now. Everyone else was out there celebrating and reuniting with their families. You entered your car (a red Buick Verano, yes, red), fastening your seatbelt and letting out a deep, shaky breath. There goes the drain your plans of a quiet funeral for the love of your life. You didn't know where to go now. That was when a piece of paper on the passenger seat caught your eye. It was your property deed with Vision back when everything was still more or less okay. No Thanos. No Avengers. No saving the world and the universe. It was just you and him away from the rest of the world. Just your little bubble of joy.

Setting your mind on a new goal, you drove to New Jersey. To your main destination: Westview. Well, in the first place, it was where you intended to bury his body: in your supposedly would-be home as husband and wife. That was your plan with him in the two years you spent together before Thanos attacked.

As you drove through the streets, you noticed all the little, nearly-insignificant things about the people living in it. You saw an elderly woman sitting alone in a café, a man taping up on the wall a poster on piano lessons, a guy carrying a bunch of boxes... just humans living their ordinary lives.

Finding themselves in the car with you—how they all fit in a small sedan, they had no freaking clue, must have been magic—they realized that all these people in the flashback were those characters in your Hex. You drove past the houses, the clubhouses, and even that swimming pool where the housewives gathered in the 1950s episode. Compared to the episode, though, this one in the flashback seemed less maintained. Imperfect.

Your past self turned a couple streets and some corners as you followed the once-familiar address on the paper. Pulling up to a plot of land at the heart of Westview, you grabbed the envelope and exited the vehicle, dragging your feet across the pavement until it finally touched the soil. The grass was long dead and the construction work had clearly been abruptly stopped due to the events of the Infinity War. The jujutsu sorcerers watched with sorrow as you slowly entered what would've been the doorway to the entrance of your shared home with the synthezoid.

Yuuji, being curious, read out loud the message inside the big red heart on the property deed you were holding, "To grow old in. V." His heart broke again for you. "Momma..." He gazed at your glassy eyes as you tried holding back your tears. The other men followed, frowning as you exhaled slowly—it was as if your mental and emotional pain had bled into your physical well-being. You sniffled as you gazed the property deed once more.

It was never going to happen, was it? That life you wanted.

You stepped forward until you were at the center of your would-have-been-living-room, looking around the dead space. You hated how unfinished it was—how empty and abandoned it was. Why? You were feeling the exact same way. Millions of unpleasant thoughts were running through your head.

Why you? Always you?

Why was the universe so cruel to you? Why did it take away everything you loved? Your life was a cruel joke at this point. Someone up there must enjoy your suffering too much. First it was your parents, then Pietro, then Natasha... and now, Vision? It was unfair. Everyone else got to be with their loved ones, but you couldn't.

All you wanted was to love and to be loved. To have a peaceful life with the people you cherished the most. To see them smile and to smile with them, too.

But no. No. Your life had been nothing but wretched except for those fleeting two years you had eloping with Vision. You'd never been happier. Yet even now, being told he wasn't yours... that you couldn't bury him... that he was just scraps of expensive metal... it numbed you. The incomplete foundations of this house only reminded you that you, too, were incomplete now that your soulmate had perished.

Endless nothingness. A void of emptiness. A hollowness in your veins brought about by neverending torment. How could you ever even begin to describe this feeling? You were drowning. Drowning in your despair and it was pushing you down to its deepest, darkest, blackest depths. And now, you were suffocating. It was like all the oxygen had been stolen from your lungs. Your ears were ringing with a white noise; all you could think about was feeling.

Feeling. Grieving.

Clutching the envelope to your chest, hiccups escaped your wobbling lips as you finally let that dam burst. Your sight became nothing but a blur of hot tears trailing down your face. It hurt. It hurt so bad. So, so bad.

Why? Why did all of this have to happen to you? Why you? Why?

"Y/N..." they whispered. Each one of them was right by you, standing—more than ready to hold you in their arms and never let go. Oh how they wanted to embrace you. To tell you that you weren't alone in your grief. To tell you they were there for you. But they couldn't, for this had already happened and couldn't be reversed. That didn't make it any less distressing to watch.

Seeing you weep your soul out, like the weight of the world that you'd be carrying for so long was finally smothering you, Gojo spoke sadly, "Maybe—Maybe it is true."

The others turned to him. For once, Gojo didn't have his blindfold on, his shimmering aqua eyes dimming in his gloom at your dismal state of being. "What is?" Geto inquired to his best friend curiously.

"That..." Satoru pursed his lips together, head gesturing to you. "... Love is the most twisted curse of them all."

Whimpering quietly, you unconsciously pressed the property deed to where your aching heart was, as if trying to nurse it. Reach it. Comfort it. Fix it, somehow. But you couldn't. You fell to your knees—losing the strength to keep standing, sobbing and hunching over onto yourself, all those emotions reaching their tipping point as your entire life flashed back to you.

You felt utterly paralyzed by your grief. And there was no one left to help you up this time.

At his words, their gazes—full of sympathy and sorrow for you—shifted back to your shaking, fallen form, clutching the last thing left of the people you loved. Seeing your life and your memories, they couldn't help but agree with the strongest sorcerer.

Love truly was the most twisted curse of them all, wasn't it?

You inhaled sharply, eyes pricking nonstop with salty liquid born from the neverending bitterness that seemed to cling onto you.

You were alone again.

No more.

They were all dead.

Please stop it.

Father dead.

Please.

Mother dead.

Stop it.

Brother dead.

Stop.

Best friend dead.

It was too much.

Lover dead.

Too much.

"..."

With a single, earsplitting, anguished scream, everything around you became engulfed in red.

The eight wide-eyed, stunned jujutsu sorcerers huddled together as their surroundings exploded into fiery, sanguine magic mixed with black streaks—all of it originating from where your heart was supposed to be. Your hands glowed with your power, too, but this was a level they had never seen before with you. Despite this not being cursed energy at all, they could feel the sheer power—the pure potency of your magic.

You were warping the entirety of reality right before their very eyes.

"Holy shit," Gojo and Geto swore simultaneously, instinctively moving away from you as another wave of energy emanated from that glow in your chest.

"What the fuck," Toji rasped out, watching as glitch-like, foggy energy built a house out of scratch around them, down to the smallest detail. You didn't stop there. From your body radiated another, much bigger wave that extended into the rest of the town. Choso and Nanami were able to get a glimpse of the outside before the house was fully formed.

It was black and white.

Then a golden light began to bleed from your heart, forming... shaping something. Someone.

"Oh my God," Yuuji covered his mouth at the sight. "M-Mom—"

Your back was bent at a terrifying angle as your powers created what you wanted the most. Who you wanted the most. Slowly, but surely, Vision was formed—from his wires and molecular composition up to the soft clothing he wore. With one final pained yell, you straightened yourself up to a standing position, both the red and the yellow emitting from you fading away.

There in front of you—in front of all those jujutsu sorcerers—stood the Vision. The love of your life. Your soulmate. Even you seemed shocked with what—with who you had just made out of sheer willpower. Reluctantly, you approached him, even if everything, including him, was colorless.

"Y/N..." You were the only thing in color in this strange place you created. But when they blinked, they found you dressed modestly like a 1950s housewife again—lips painted, hair curled and permed, adorned with short heels and pearl jewelry. You elegantly smiled at Vision, just like a vintage actress on film. You were silent, losing yourself in this act. In this illusion you had made.

"Wanda. Welcome home," he greeted warmly. "Should we stay in tonight?" You nodded happily, sitting beside him on the sofa and sharing a kiss before you watched TV.

Home. You were finally home.

Then your 1950s self and Vision vanished, revealing you in your 2010s red jacket and sweaters, staring at where you and Vision used to be on the couch in black and white. You then looked around you, seeing all the lights and cameras. It was like you were on a set in a studio, complete with cameras, props, and everything. There were even audience seats! Suddenly, someone clapped from there. It was Agatha.

"Bravo!" she applauded jeeringly before snapping her fingers and disappearing from your view.

The jujutsu sorcerers who'd just seen everything did not know how to react to your dug up, repressed memories of creating the Hex. Your invisible and very discreet mini-Hex around Charmed Coffee & Confectioneries was nothing compared to Westview. Absolutely nothing. Now they understood WandaVision and how it all came to be.

Now, they understood you better.

"I—I think I need to sit down," Nanami had stuttered, running a hand through his hair and removing his goggles to pinch the bridge of his nose. Gojo already felt his knees buckle below him as he sank to the floor, blindfold gripped tight in his right hand. Geto flopped down beside him, rubbing his slack-jawed face. Toji and Megumi were leaning on the walls, trying to process everything silently. Choso and Yuuji, though, stayed frozen in their original standing position, staring at your past self stare into space, lost in your thoughts and realizations. Now it was all clear to you; what you'd done.

It was a lot to take in. Not just your powers, but also all that emotional damage and trauma they witnessed that you had experienced. Before they could think about it, however, they were pulled from their thoughts by cries of help nearby.

"Help! Someone! Mom! Please help!"

Recognizing the voices, you broke from your stunned silence, instantly alarmed and looking around for the source of the crying. At the same time, the invisible spectators were brought to their feet as you slammed the door open, frantically sprinting to Billy and Tommy, taken hostage by that other witch. Your breath caught in your throat when you saw that they were being suffocated by some kind of magical strings, with Agatha showing her real form—hovering in the air behind your boys.

The jujutsu sorcerers stopped right behind you, also stupefied by Agatha flying and revealing her true colors. Just like that scene of the Sokovia explosion, this got their blood boiling and the adrenaline running even though they weren't even part of the fight. They couldn't help but be immersed and even prepare to fight with you, too.

"Hmm... looks like this Agatha woman's a good match for her," Sukuna huffed. Yuuji slapped the mouth on his face.

"Sukuna, shut up!" he whisper-yelled. "This is not the time."

"I know what you are," Agatha declared, tightening her hold on the twins. They sputtered, heads nearly whiplashing from the force she applied.

"Mom!" Billy and Tommy wailed.

Automatically, your powers materialized on your hands. There was one detail the jujutsu sorcerers noticed, though. Instead of being only bright red and white like all the previous times, this time, your abilities were tinged with the same black misty streaks they saw when you made Vision and the Hex. This was more akin to how your powers looked when you were against Kenjaku. Toji and Geto also saw this when you transferred their souls into mannequins. It was what they usually saw when they saw you use your magic.

"It's okay, baby. It's okay," you assured them, breathing heavily and trying to hide your panic from your sons. Agatha spoke again, making your focus turn to her.

"You have no idea how dangerous you are," she announced, jealousy tinting her tone. You glared warily at her, ready to kill if she did anything more to your babies. "You're supposed to be a myth! A being capable of spontaneous creation!"

"A myth?" Sukuna hummed, interested at the new piece of information he was receiving. The others didn't voice it out, but they were curious, too, as to why Agatha said that.

"And here you are, using it to make breakfast for dinner!" Agatha spitefully spat, referencing what you did in the very first episode of WandaVision.

"Let go of my children!" you threatened, aiming at her. She didn't seem fazed.

"Oh, yes. Your children," Agatha scoffed, tired of your charades. "Vision. This whole little life you've made." The witch's eyes bore holes into you as she revealed a fact you never knew about yourself. "This is Chaos Magic, Wanda. And that makes you—"

You swallowed in horror. What was she saying? Magic?

"—The Scarlet Witch."

That instant, the jujutsu sorcerers turned to see your reaction. Like them, you seemed completely unacquainted (and utterly terrified) about the term, but that didn't make it sound any less foreboding. It had an ominous aura to it, that title.

"The Scarlet Witch..." they all trailed off simultaneously, eyes on you as you conditioned yourself to fight something you've never fought before. Someone who could easily kill you and your family. But you had to. You had no other choice.

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Meanwhile, back in the real world, you were cheerfully on your way to the cashier, pushing a cart full of groceries and baking ingredients. The line was a bit long, with a lot of citizens panic buying in preparation for the upcoming snowstorm. In front of you was a tired-looking man in a dark suit, his black hair somewhat messed and a heavy, invisible weight on his shoulders. There weren't any cursed spirits around him, but it seemed like there was a gloomy cloud looming over him. You briefly wondered reading his thoughts to find out what made this man seemed so bothered, but decided against it. Looking at him really did remind you of a certain blonde, ex-salaryman friend you had.

You hadn't noticed you were staring intently until said man cleared his throat, surprised that a pretty woman like you was peering so attentively at him. "Excuse me. Miss, is there anything I can help you with?"

You flinched in surprise, cheeks warming in embarrassment at being caught. Sweatdropping, you apologized, "A-Ah—sorry! It just looked like..."

The man blinked at you, his head tilting curiously. "Like?"

"Like," pausing, you tried to look for the right word. "You were having a really... um, bad day. Yeah. God, that's not a good reason." Shaking your head, you bowed to him. "My apologies, Mister, I should've minded my business and—"

"No, it's okay, Miss." Your head snapped up to look at him, your eyebrows high up on your forehead in surprise as he kept speaking, sounding as exhausted as looked. "You're right... I was, uh, zoning out. Today's been a rough day, not to mention with the coming snowstorm." As if on cue, the heavy snow and winds outside started becoming far stronger, the air booming and becoming a blizzard. The man in front of you moved his head down to your shopping cart. He blinked. Noticing that he was particularly concentrated on the items, you shook your head at him, not wanting him to get the wrong idea even more after your staring.

"Oh, no! Don't worry, I'm not hoarding the baking supplies due to the snowstorm," you told him with a smile. "I had to restock on my supplies since I run a café right outside Tokyo."

"You do?" he asked, starting to check-out his items (which were just cup noodles, cans of beer, and some frozen meat and fish). At least you were next in line now after him.

"Yeah!" you chirped. Digging into your bag, you handed him your business card for Charmed Coffee & Confectionaries. Impressed with its design and how professional-looking it was, the man was starting to think that you were a high-class pastry chef or something. "I'm Y/N L/N. A pleasure to meet you, Mister...?"

"Higuruma Hiromi," he answered with the tiniest smile, also handing you his business card. Oh, so he was a lawyer. Well, damn. You ended up making small talk with the man, unintentionally trying to cheer him up while you guys were paying for your items. Heck, with how tired he was, he still offered to carry your four bags of purchases to the exit. What a gentleman.

Thanking him for help, you stepped outside the exit with your bags, only to be slapped in the face by the blizzard outside. What had previously been just heavy snowfall was now that snowstorm that was supposed to come tomorrow. God, you might need to teleport back home. "Sheesh, this weather's horrible," you muttered.

Higuruma waved slightly at you until the thick exit door closed completely, his single bag of groceries hanging on his arm (he didn't notice that on the other side, you were already gone). He was about to prepare to go into the freezing cold outside when something on the floor caught his eye.

He knelt on the floor, picking it up and inquisitively holding it eye level. Hiromi blinked, "... Huh. She dropped her keys."

When you teleported home, what you saw was not what you expected. Everything was a mess, electricity out and the snow entering the open windows, and none of the boys were anywhere to be seen.

That was when you noticed the glitchy television screen left on.

(next chapter.)

Author's Note: First of all, I want to sincerely apologize for making you all wait soooo long! I spent nearly one month just being an empty head during the holidays because honestly, school has drained me that much with the near-daily exams. There was a big typhoon in my country, too, sadly. But after that time, I got to catch up again with the manga and also renew my liking to our new fav, Higuruma Hiromi! Cheers! He and Naoya are 100% gonna be in a future chapter, lol (more competition?). Anyways, I hope you liked this loooooong angst-filled chapter (it was a challenge to write Ep. 8 of WandaVision). Mwah! ❤🥺

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theaudacitytowrite · 3 years

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Private Tutoring

Loki x Fem!Reader

A/N: Fluffy Request no.2 by the lovely @lucywrites02 :

"How about Loki helping Peter with homework? And the reader sees it and has heart eyes because Loki is so soft uwu"

I got a bit carried away at some point and it's maybe a bit more Loki and Peter than I anticipated. Hope you like it nonetheless :)

Also, I wrote a part in italian... and my skills might be a lil rusty... so sorry to any one who does speak it as their first language. I included an english translation at the end:)

Summary: Loki helps Peter with studying, not aware that the Reader is watching them.

Word count: 1.596

Y/N was casually strolling through the corridors of the tower, her only mission was to acquire a snack. She walked by the living room area when a groan made her stop in her tracks. She peeked around the door frame and saw Peter sitting on the ground at the coffee table.

His head had collapsed on a pile of loose papers and books. Scattered around him laid markers and crumpled up notes. It was finals week and Peter had been stressing over it for months now, annoying practically everyone on the team.

He was constantly repeating the same facts such as the process of kinesines walking on microturbule filaments to transport important components throughout the cell. He even recited during missions, earning groans from the whole team. Some went even that far and turned off their intercom.

Y/N didn’t mind it though, she often times recognized certain terms and processes Peter was describing. She felt proud when she could help him once in a while, when he got stuck at some point. Finally she could apply some of the stuff she had learned at school. Even if it was just to help Peter with studying.

Peter wasn’t too worried about science and sport, but he was a nervous wreck when he had thought of his exams about languages and art. Y/N stifled a laugh, glad she had graduated years ago and hadn’t to endure this kind of torture anymore, when she heard another voice in the room.

“It’s not that hard. You just have to keep the basics in mind. Is it a male or a female person you are talking about? The rest pretty much explains itself.” Loki shrugged helpless.

“Says the one, who has the ability of Allspeak.” Peter muttered under his breath.

“I hate to break it to you, but Allspeak just allows me to be heard by any being in their native language, and in return I can understand them.” Loki pressed his lips into a thin line. He knew that Peter didn’t mean to be so snary, he was just under a lot of pressure at the moment.

“And how do you know about all of these grammar rules and stuff then?” Peter sighed with a frown.

“I became fond of the language and the culture. Also their desserts taste like heaven. So naturally I wanted to know more about it. But I have to admit, I learned Latin when I was younger, so I had a slight advantage in contrast to you. But you can do this too, spiderling. You just need the right motivation. Let’s begin with that: what exactly don’t you understand?”

“I dunno.” Peter exclaimed exasperated, throwing his hands up in defeat.

“Hey, hey. Don’t worry. I’m here to help. Please don’t get upset” Loki sat beside him with crossed legs, patting Peters back reassuringly.

“I just can’t wrap my head around it, Mr. Loki. I’ll never understand it. I’m just too dumb.” Peter rubbed his hands of his face.

“Don’t say something like that.” Loki scolded, but softened his expression quickly again.

“I think I’m just a hopeless case. Choosing italian as an extracurricular activity was the stupidest idea I ever had. I could’ve joined the chess club or something. Now MJ will think I am stupid when I fail our oral final.”

“Oh, so all of this is about a girl?” Loki raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe..?” Peter shuffled nervously, he hadn’t intended to say the last part out loud.

“Well, have you considered that you could woo your precious girlfriend with an extensive knowledge of another language?”

“Honestly, that wasn’t my plan. I just wanted to spend more time with her and study and learn another skill together. You really think I could impress her with italian?"

“Picture this: You and MJ together on a holiday in Italy. After a beautiful day of sight seeing, you go out for dinner and you can order in perfect italian, ordering a desert you two share. That surely would impress a young lady, wouldn't it?”

“Even though this is sounding great and really romantic coming from you,” Peter quickly back paddled, when he realised what he had said, “no offense.”

“None taken… yet.” Loki smirked, pleasantly surprised by Peters wit.

“I just don’t think italian can have that big of an effect on someone, can it?”

“You underestimate the bewitching sound of this language, my young friend. You can practically say anything to someone and it would sound like a confession of undying love. Provided, they don’t speak it. For example: Y/N é com-”

“Y/N?” Peter interrupted him with a surprised look. Y/N pricked up her ears when her name was mentioned that casually. Her interest in this conversation peaked.

“Just go with it.” Loki ordered.

“Y/N è come il sole. Calda e luminosa. I suoi occhi brilla luminosi, mettendo in risalta l'essenza della sua bellezza.

Quando la guardi lei illumina il tuo stesso animo. Lava via tutte le tue preoccupazioni e paure. Senza la sua presenza sarei sicuramente morto.

Il sua tocca mi accarezza con la potenza di mille soli, rendendolo a volte quasi insopportabile. Eppure lo bramo con tutto me stesso.”

“Woow… that did sound really good. Did you insult her?” Peter snickered.

“Something along the lines.” Loki shrugged with a bashful smile. He still hadn't noticed her standing in the doorway. Else he could’ve seen Y/N standing there, swooning over the way his words had spilled over his lips skillfully. She had never heard anything that beautiful before, not caring if Loki really did say something mean. He probably was just teasing about one of her quirks like he always was.

“I’ll give you this. It’s sounds pretty nice.” Peter reasoned.

“And I assure you, MJ will swoon over you when you court her with these sweet nothings whispered into her ear.” Loki daydreamed, a soft smile on his lips as if he had someone special on his mind.

“That almost sounds like you have thought of doing something like that.” Peter teased. Lokis smile fell instantly and he glared at him for a moment. Peter quickly tried to distract Loki from his thoughtless comment, “Ok, let’s try this again then.”

“From the top.” Loki let the previous comment slide gratefully.

Y/N chuckled at the exchange she had witnessed. Seeing Loki act so soft and kind with Peter made her stomach flutter. A warm feeling was washing over her and she couldn’t help the stupid smile on her face. She felt proud of Loki, that he had allowed to lower his guards slowly but surely. She couldn’t wait until the whole team could see who Loki really was.

The rumbling of her stomach reminded her of her actual mission, the flutter not helping her hunger in any way. She looked back at the duo who went into a huddle over a book again and smiled, before she reluctantly continued her walk to the kitchen. She could’ve watched those two for hours.

When she returned after a while, full and satisfied, she could hear Peter excitedly translate vocabularies Loki queried.

“Just?” Loki inquired the last vocabulary but Peter suddenly began to stutter.

“Was it something with r?” he rubbed his neck uncertain.

“Focus, Peter. You got this. Think of another word for ‘just’.” Loki advised. You could almost hear Peters brainrattle during the struggle to find the right word.

“Just…. only…? Hmm.. no. Solely…. solamente!” he exclaimed excitedly, jumping up and down while pointing at Loki who sat on a couch.

“Yes!” Loki jumped up as well, pumping his fist into the air, “Well done, spiderling!”

“Thank you Mr. Loki!” Peter jumped around his neck for a brief hug, “Now I feel ready for my exam on friday.”

“You’re welcome. And good luck with your exam!” Loki beamed, as he watched Peter gather all his books and went to leave the room. When Loki turned around to sit back on the couch, a surprised huff escaped his lips.

“Oh, Y/N. I didn’t see you there. How long have you been standing there? How much did you hear?” he scolded himself internally of how shaky those words had come out.

“Not that long...” she grinned at him cheekily as she strolled towards him, “It was adorable to see you two. You really have a way with kids.”

“I’m just happy when I can help.” Loki tried to brush off her compliment. Shit, was his face getting warm?

“What did you say about me earlier?” she suddenly asked. So she must have heard a lot...

“I suppose you have to learn italian to find out.” he joked, scrunching up his nose.

“Rude...” she giggled, poking him into his stomach. He caught her hand in his before she could retreat.

“I mean… you could learn if from one of the best.” he offered cockily, his confidence returning in a flash.

“That sounds tempting.” she couldn’t help to bite her lip. Lokis hand was still holding hers tightly, their eyes locked. She could feel a pleasant coldness creeping up her wrist, suddenly being hyper aware of their lack of distance.

“When do we start?” she barely answered over a whisper.

English translation:

Y/N is like the sun. Warm and bright. Her eyes shine brightly, highlighting the essence of her beauty.

When you look at her she illuminates your own soul. She washes away all of your worries and fears. Without her presence I would surely die.

Her touch caresses me with the might of a thousands suns, making it almost unbearable at times. Yet I crave for it with my whole being.

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marvel-sluts · 3 years

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Stars and kisses

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, maybe some swearing, mutual pining.

Summary: You and Loki start to bond over your mutual intrest for books and end up confessing your feelings for one another.

A/N: I'm running on empty at the minute and I have a lot on my plate, so if uploads are slower than usual that's why. Requests are still open though, so don't be afraid to give me an idea, I promise I will be more active soon. For now, enjoy! <3

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You had always been a bookworm, for as long as you could remember you would have your head stuck in a book. Even when your life got busy after being recruited by Tony Stark as an avenger you still found time for reading. It wasn't that you were antisocial exactly, you loved talking to people, but you also loved getting lost in the little worlds inside your head. You would often read on the balcony at night, sitting there with a steaming mug of tea and a book. You found it peaceful to just sit and listen to the busy city below you as you read.

Unbeknownst to you, Loki had been working up the courage to join you on the balcony. He loved to sit out there for a bit and observe the noisy city below before going off to bed. However he knew that you loved to read up there, and he didn't want to bother you while you were busy.

"Come on brother, you must ask her out soon. Otherwise someone else will beat you to it." Thor boomed when he caught Loki staring at you from across the room for the third time that day.

"Could you be any louder? I don't need the whole planet knowing that I'm too scared to ask her out." Loki hissed, swatting Thor on the arm lightly.

"Too scared to ask who out?" You asked, perching yourself on the armrest of Loki's chair and taking a sip of your coffee.

"No one darling." Loki said, making butterflies erupt in your stomach at the nickname.

"You sure? Whoever turned the head of a God must be special." You said, slightly disheartened that he didn't like you back.

"They are definitely special." Loki mumbled under his breath, not quite loud enough for you to hear. "Don't worry about it darling, Thor was just messing around." He said slightly louder.

"Oh okay, I'll be out on the balcony if anyone needs me." You said, picking up your book from the table and grabbing your tea. Loki flinched slightly as Thor's hard elbow came into contact with his ribs.

"Now is your chance brother." Thor mouthed, not trusting his voice to be low enough for you to not hear.

"Is it alright if I join you darling?" Loki asked, rubbing his ribs slightly.

"Of course Loki, I would recommend bringing a blanket though, it gets cold this late at night." You said, flashing him a quick smile before picking up a blanket for yourself and heading outside.

"The sky is truly beautiful at this time." Loki uttered quietly, leaning against the rail of the balcony and staring into the starry abiss.

"Yeah it is." You replied, turning your gaze to the sky.

"What are you reading? If you don't mind me asking." Loki asked softly.

"A Court of Thorns and Roses ," you said excitedly.

"I don't think I've ever read that, is it good?" Loki asked, in the same soft voice as before.

"Yeah it's amazing, although it is a bit explicit." You said, giggling slightly and taking a sip of your tea.

"Ah right, I won't read it when Peter is around then." Loki said, chuckling.

"Yeah." You chuckled before turning your gaze to Loki, he was truly beautiful. The way his green eyes sparkled in the starlight, the gentle way he spoke to you, the soft eyes he gave you everytime he would look at you, the smirk he gave you whenever he caught you staring at him that always made your cheeks heat up, even the way he smiled at you. God you loved this man.

"Enjoying the view darling?" Loki asked, smirking at you.

You quickly snapped out of it and flicked your eyes back down to your book. "What?" You asked, feeling your face heat up.

Loki chuckled, turning his back to you and staring into the dark abiss above him. "See that, the constellation of stars next to that building? That's Cepheus, he was a king in Greek Mythology. And that one over there is Draco which is Latin for dragon."

"How do you know all of this?" You asked, following Loki's finger and searching for the series of stars.

"I like watching the stars when I can't sleep." Loki replied simply.

"So do I, it brings me peace. I still don't know their names though." You laughed, still staring into the sky.

"Yeah." Loki replied, no longer staring at the sky but now staring at you. He marveled at how your eyes sparkled in the reflection of the stars, how your hair blew slightly in the wind and how your face lights up whenever he asks you about the book that your reading.

"Like what you see?" You asked, smirking at him.

"Very much darling, your beautiful." Loki said before he could stop himself.

You felt your cheeks warm up at his words as you stuttered out a small "thank you."

"I didn't think that it was possible for someone to be as beautiful as you are." He whispered, taking a small step towards you and tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

"You are beautiful too Loki," you whispered, closing small the gap between the two of you. The kiss was short and soft, but filled with unspoken emotions and passion.

"I like you y/n, a lot." Loki whispered when the two of you finally parted, resting his forehead against yours.

"I like you too Loki, a lot." You giggled as he pressed another kiss to your lips.

"That's good, because Thor would have my head if I screwed this up." Loki mumbled.

"And Nat would have killed me if I screwed this up." You responded.

"Hold on, did you like me back?" Loki asked, looking at you with soft eyes.

"Of course I did Loki, I would be crazy not to." You said. "I guess the two of us were just as smitten for the other."

"I guess we were, yes." Loki replied, taking your hand in his larger one and looking up at the sky. "You see that really bright star? That's Mercury." Loki said, pointing up at the sky.

"Wow," You mumbled "that's beautiful." staring at the bright ball of light in the sky.

"Yeah, it is." Loki mumbled, gazing at your awe struck face with a small smile. You were the most beautiful thing in all of the nine relms, and he was going to make sure that he told you every day.

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buckysbabygorl · 3 years

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Names

Summary: Y/N’s always the butt of Loki’s teasing and they can’t stand it, until the hidden meanings behind it are revealed

Word Count: 2k

Pairing: Loki x GenderNeutral!Reader

Warnings: swearing

Cowritten by @babybluereads

When the Asgardians had arrived on earth, the tiny town of St. Abb’s had accepted them with open arms. The community immediately took to caring for the newcomers and providing them with whatever they needed. Y/N, being the assertive and bright person they were, immediately caught the eye of the fighting trio that had defended Asgard in its last moments.

Y/N was quick to help where they could; taking on leadership roles and directing the townspeople on what actions to take next for the Asgardian folk to fit in. They provided shelter, food, clothing, whatever was necessary.

Valkyrie and Y/N developed a fast friendship; she liked Y/N’s confidence and strength, and they managed their people side by side. Thor adored most, if not all migardians and their customs, and Y/N was no exception. Y/N made him laugh, provided him with comfort and advice, and he contributed to the town in any way he could when he visited.

And then there was Loki. Oh, Loki, Loki, Loki.

Y/N had very little patience when it came to him; as a matter of fact, Y/N had none.

Loki was, politely, a grade A pain in the ass.

He was one to disappear for hours or days at a time; returning with no explanation as to why. He forced trickery on the township; amusing the children and the occasional townsfolk, but not Y/N. He was rowdy at the local bar; he was constantly seen partying, making this once quiet town louder than ever.

People adored him in town. Y/N however did not; they wanted structure, organization. He was chaos walking.

Worst of all; he felt the need to be glued to Y/N’s side constantly. He loved to tease them, get a rise from them first thing in the morning, he stopped them from doing their work, and it always left them fighting.

What really bothered Y/N is when he’d insult them in another language; which he did often. Something he’d huff under his breath, and when Y/N demanded clarification he’d simply laugh and walk off. Which seemed to be the only time he ever left them alone.

It was infuriating. Which is what Y/N was complaining about to Valkyrie right at this moment.

“I don’t understand why he can’t just piss off; everyone in town loves him, why can’t he go bother them?”

Valkyrie smiled, “Perhaps that’s why he does it; he knows you hate him. It’s likely the most entertaining thing for him.”

Y/N huffed as they lifted another crate, stacking them against the wall. “Well that’s just sadistic,” they said, “You’d think he’d get his rocks off on something else.”

Valkyrie laughed, but not for the reason Y/N thought.

“I’m not sure why my rocks are of your concern, but please leave sadism out of it.”

Y/N’s teeth clenched at the voice, and tried to ignore it.

Loki smiled, “No greeting? I don’t even get a “good morning your highness”?”

“No, you don’t.” Y/N lifted another crate, which was swiftly pulled out of their hands by Loki. Y/N sighed, reaching for another one.

“I don’t need your help, I can carry it myself.” Y/N stated.

Loki chuckled as he stacked the crate in its place, before plucking the other from Y/N’s hands as well.

“It’s my pleasure, I’m certain I can do a better job anyways.”

Valkyrie shook her head, staying silent as the conversation transpired. She knew better than to jump in: one, because Y/N could handle themselves; two, because the last time Valkyrie stepped in, knives were involved and nearly banned in the town square because of it. Out of respect for peace and civility in New Asgard, Valkyrie ceased her fighting. For now.

As composed of a person Y/N was, they were one to get easily flustered. Yes, their emotions were in check, but something about Loki’s teasing was especially provoking.

“I doubt it,” Y/N said, “Besides, how can you do a better job when you’re hardly ever here.”

“There are other ways to say you miss me, Y/N,” Loki said, “And I’m always here. You’re the one that wishes I wasn’t.”

“That’s not true, I just wish when you were here, you were less annoying.”

“I think that’s asking too much of him,” Valkyrie said, examining the lures of their fishing stock, “It’s ingrained in him.”

“Oh Valkyrie, I didn’t realize you were here.” He teased, momentarily turning his attention away from Y/N.

The warrior rolled her eyes, taking a nearby piece of broken crate and chucking it at his head.

He deflected it but turned to retaliate, before Y/N stopped him.

“Hey, settle down. We have a lot of work to do, and I need you two to focus.” Y/N reprimanded.

Y/N didn’t realize it, but they had their hand placed on his chest. Loki smirked at the contact, before Y/N swiftly pulled their hand away.

“Now,” Y/N said, “Are you going to actually be helpful? Or are you planning on wasting my time.”

Loki hummed before looking back to the open boathouse entrance that he had come from, “No, I don’t plan on staying long. I was only stopping by to see my melilla.”

Y/N scowled with a groan. “If you’re going to insult me, you could at least do it in a language I understand!”

But their complaint fell on deaf ears as he laughed, exiting just as quickly as he’d come.

Now it was Valkyrie’s turn to laugh, their minor conflicts always being of great entertainment. But she knew Y/N would complain about it for the rest of the afternoon; their work was already tainted by the presence of Loki.

Thor was happy to be back, he could only spend so much time with the Guardians before needing some space. He admired the team, but the arrogance of that Starlord fellow was sometimes too much to bear. Not that Thor made it any easier; he was quite the confident man himself. They’d butted heads far too often, and now he was in need of a much deserved break.

He strode into town cheerily; greeting the townsfolk with an overjoyed disposition. Though happy he was to see the midgardians; he was looking for one in particular. He finally spotted Y/N in the small farmers market just off the docks. In fact, he heard Y/N before he saw them, as once again Y/N was fighting with his notorious brother.

“You can’t turn apples into snakes when children are around, someone could get hurt and we don’t have a town doctor until next month!” Y/N scolded.

“Oh amata, I love how easily the simplest of things can make you forget yourself.” He said.

With a slight snarl on their face, Y/N groaned. “Stop calling me that!”

Loki simply laughed in their face, enraging Y/N further. Before they went to scream at him again, Thor decided to intervene.

“My Y/N! You seem awfully invigorated this morning,” He commented.

At the voice of their friend, Y/N turned and their mood was immediately brightened. “Thor! I had no idea you were coming.”

Loki looked at his brother with quiet contempt, “Of course you weren’t notified, my brother is known for making an entrance.

He turned back to Y/N, “Why don’t you ever address me with such kindness, carissima.” He said, dejectedly.

Y/N raised a finger to Loki’s face, once again going to scold him, before being interrupted by amused laughter from Thor.

“Well it’s nice to see that you’ve at least shifted to addressing one another with pleasantries.” Thor said.

Immediately Loki’s face filled with dread. Y/N looked at them both, surprised.

“You call that pleasantries?” Y/N asked, “He’s been insulting me in a dead language since we met.”

They spat the words in Loki’s face, but it was not met with his usual humourous demeanor.

Thor scoffed with delight, “I hardly think dearest is an insult, Y/N.”

Y/N was taken aback. No, that’s not what he’d been calling them, had he?

The expression on Loki’s face displayed nothing but truth at the fellow God’s statement, “Thor, please--” Loki said through gritted teeth.

Thor only smirked, intending to continue the teasing. “What else has he called you, Y/N? I speak fluent latin myself.”

Still shocked by the revelation, but not diffused in their anger, Y/N thought back to what he had called them before dearest.

“Well--he, he also called me amata.” Y/N said.

Laughing once again, Thor turned to his brother, “Oh, did he?” Thor asked.

Flustered, Loki tried to direct attention elsewhere, “Aren’t you supposed to be looking for Valkyrie? Or someone else to pester?” He asked.

Thor only smiled, “No I’m quite enjoying myself here, brother.”

“And as for the name amata,” Thor explained, “It means beloved. I think you’ve mistaken my brother’s flirtations for aggravations, Y/N.”

The three stood, not saying anything more as the passerby’s at the market weaved around them. Y/N snuck a glance at Loki, who was now desperately avoiding eye contact. Could it be that all this time, he was secretly calling Y/N terms of endearment?

He made no objections; only furthering the obvious truth that he had been.

Y/N didn’t know what to think, or what to say.

“Well,” Thor started, “I believe my work here is done. I shall leave you to each other.”

He looked up into the marketplace, “Joseph, so good to see you my friend!”

He parted, calling for the man at the nearby mead cart, while the other two still stood, not saying a word.

Loki quietly scorned his brother; of course he had to expose him. Now Y/N was aware of his secret fondness towards them, someone who already hated him more than he’d like.

“Melilla.” Y/N said.

Loki looked at Y/N, surprised by the word. “Pardon?” He asked.

Y/N hummed, “It’s another name, that you-um.. That you call me.”

“Oh,” Loki nodded, understanding what Y/N meant.

“Well,” he started, hesitant, “It means… little honey.”

“And why do you call me that,” Y/N asked, “Because I’m sweet?”

“No,” Loki defended, “You aren’t sweet. You’re the opposite. Um--bitter, and-and full of disdain--”

He was stopped by the laughter that escaped Y/N, but as he looked at them, he realized he was not the subject of their laughter but that Y/N was laughing with him. Though Loki would never admit it aloud, he found that much more pleasurable than any of the emotions he’d evoked from their banter.

“You aren’t… upset with me?” He asked earnestly.

Y/N looked to the ground, shifting in their stance with hands placed behind their back.

“Not entirely,” Y/N admitted, “I mean… it would’ve been nice to know you weren’t calling me an asshole this whole time.”

Loki chuckled bashfully, “Well, for that, I suppose I can apologize.”

An awkward silence came between them; not knowing what to say. It was surprising, to say the least, the new perspective that had been given to their situation. Loki’s need to be in Y/N’s presence, the constant chatting that what was thought to be filled with insults were now revealed to have been filled with kindness, and arguably, affection. Even on Y/N’s end; the frustrations of his disappearances and the concern for safety during his reckless shenanigans, were those too filled with care?

Loki cleared his throat to break the quiet. “So,” he started, “do you have much to tend to this afternoon?”

Y/N rolled their eyes at the obvious attempt to change the conversation, “Well if you’re going to continue being an idiot, then yes.”

“And.. if I cease, the idiocy?” He asked.

Y/N smiled, “Well, it wouldn’t necessarily be the worst thing, if you helped me with some... stuff down at the docks.”

He chuckled, amused. “You’re actually asking me to accompany you, for once?”

“Yes, I guess I am.” Y/N said. He went to speak before they stopped him, “But on one condition.”

“Oh?” He asked, “and what’s that?”

“That,” Y/N said, “If you’re going to compliment me, at least do it in a language I understand.”

He smiled, “Anything for you, dearest.”

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mynameistocool · 6 months

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~When in Rome~

Pairing : Mobius M Mobius x fem! Reader

Warnings : none

SNEAK PEAK

*translated lines

Synopsis : All Mobius wanted to do was solve this full Loki time issue and now he’s in Ancient Rome finally meeting you.

You turned the corner and there he stood, the figure you had been giving your whole to. He was the reason you went hungry, the reason you cried and laughed, he was everything you loved and breathed.

His tall stance and broad shoulders were met with his dark locks and brooding blue eyes. A mischievous glint in his eyes as his hands twitched, a green vapour surrounding them. You looked at his odd choice of clothing, but who were you to judge, he was after all a God. Your God. Your deity.

“O potens Mercurie, tibi gratias ago quod me praesentia tua benedixeris, quid meruisse tanto honore possum ?”*Oh mighty Mercury, thank you for blessing me with your presence. What can I have done to deserve such honour ?* you fell to your knees, scrambling forward as you whispered small prays holding your necklace tightly, your eyes shining bright with adoration and joy.

Finally, you thought to yourself, finally your talents and your ruthless loyalty have paid off. You were finally being seen for all you’ve done.

“Who is this Loki ?” The grey - hair man beside him spoke, but you ignored the gibberish that came out his mouth, understanding none of it.

“I’m not exactly certain.” Your god spoke back, but you couldn’t understand him. Why couldn’t you understand his sacred words. You looked up between the two, a pleading look in your eyes. “Mercurous oro, ver- nacula loquor” *Mercury I plead you speak in my mother tongue*

“Loki, what is she saying ?” Mobius muttered under his breath. “She’s speaking Latin, I think ?” Loki answered, looking down at you. “Uhh Salve… Humanum”*Uhhh Hello… Human* the god muttered, “O Mercurius te intellexi ! Tibi gratias ago tibi vere intellego ... Oportet te cito venire debes” *Oh Mercury, I understand you ! I understand you thank you truly... you must come quickly you must come* you pry at his legs as you rush to your feet, your body griping into his “mi Mercurius” *My dear Mercury,* you smiled at him, tears welling your eyes as you began to drag the man, but he quickly stopped in his tracks making your turn around to face him.

Was he not here for you ?

“Ohhh mihi paenitemus o magna una tibi Nymphe, ut venias nimis” *my apologies' oh Great one your Nymph may come too* you bowed your head in the direction of the grey - hair confused nymph and your God began to laugh “what did she say ?” He stepped forward toward the black haired God, “she… thinks you’re my nymph.” He laughed some more.

“Nymph ?” He looked between the two of you “look I’m not a nymph, my name is Mobius.” he explained to you exaggerating certain words “M-Mobius est valde pulchra nomen.” *M-Mobius is such a pretty name.* You give him a short, tight-lipped smile.

“What is she saying now ?” He asked Loki looking between the two you waiting for a translation “she said your name is very pretty.” Loki shook his head looking down to his feet waiting for his coworker response but he heard nothing and instead saw the small glint of awe in his eyes before he cleared his throat “okay.” Mobius nodded. “Okay ?” Loki repeated his response “okay.” Mobius nodded again.

“What happened to the full fear of not changing the timeline, Mobius ?” Loki looked at the man beside him, quirking his brow at his change of morals, “yeah, well she clearly confused, so it doesn’t really matter.” He challenges his own words while saying them.

“Mercuries et Mobius . *Mercury and Mobius* you smiled and quickly nodded, grabbing the men’s hands tightly, and silver smoke began to swallow around you.

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the-obelisk · 3 years

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Dance With Me

Loki x Reader

Summary: the one where you get him to dance with you

You couldn’t help but sway a little to the sound of the music that filled the air.

It was your day off. And you had no desire to do any work. Therefore, you called it a “self-care” day and decided to do a little house keeping and just relax.

After doing all your laundry, cleaning your bedroom, and bathroom ensuite, the last thing on your list was to re-order all the books you had scattered around your desk for your latest passion project.

You were flipping through the books and humming to the soft Latin music playing. Your escape playlist had a random assortment of music, but overall, felt as though the transported you somewhere else.

Mentally, you were somewhere on the coast of Portugal at the current moment.

“And what is that you are doing, little one?”

You spun around on your heel, and noticed Loki wearing a smirk on his face. He leaned against the door frame watching you dance for a little while restacking your books.

“Hello, my Trickster. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Loki inhaled and shrugged, “I was curious where you were today. Wanda informed me of your day off.”

“Did you miss me?” You spoke teasingly causing him to softly chuckle. “Whatever you say, my dove.”

You looked at him with a softness, knowing that while he was very reluctant when being affectionate or even kind, in general. You knew he would be hard to crack, but one day, hopefully, you would get him to.

For now, you took the small pet name as his attempt.

He lingered over towards your speaker and looked at it strangely, “Now what is this music? Midgardian?”

“Yes.” You smiled, “Before was Fado, from Portugal, and now we have Latin music. Not sure where from, but I would assume Mexico-- I know the artist is from there, but it’s a rendition.”

He nodded and smiled at you softly, “At least it is not as bad as that horrible music the Stark seems to allow on that radio.”

You chuckled softly knowing he always requested the radio to be off, hating the sounds of AC/DC and Van Halen playing in the common and training room.

Offering him a soft smile, you reached out your hand. “Dance with me.”

He looked at you with a puzzled look and exhaled. Then offered a small smile, “I don’t know.”

Still you grabbed his hand and pulled him towards you softly. “It’s just you and me. Indulge me, and then you don’t have to do it ever again with me.” Guiding his hand on your side and the other held upright, lightly gripping yours.

He smirked, “Very well, my dove.”

Resting your hand on his shoulder, you trailed your eyes to his and smiled. “I’ll show you. Just follow me, okay?”

Loki nodded and stared into your eyes following your lead. You both moved in sync, after a few missteps when dancing and telling him how to effectively move, you two seemed to pair well.

And as the two of you danced in slowness of the world around, a comfortable silence fell over you both. Simply with half a mind concentrating on his steps and the other on you, Loki smiled once more and began to take over lead a little.

You inhaled softly and noted his firm torso in close proximity to you. Aside from a few sparring lessons, this was one of the first moment you two were in very close contact.

Yet, his eyes softly met yours causing him to gaze into yours. You held his for a time, feeling warmth and tranquility rolling off of him. It was nice to know that he felt comfortable and safe with you. While you were not allowed to read his thoughts, and even if you wanted to— his barriers were like steel— you could, however, feel his emotions.

They projected to you strongly the closer you were to him. It was something he didn’t seem to mind as you made it known that you often blocked it out.

But sometimes you didn’t.

Sometimes it felt nice to sit in that feeling alongside with him.

Especially since he was always so guarded and pushed everyone away, it made you feel closer to him. And every so often, you would project your own emotions outward, so he may feel them.

In moments where he was angry and you were calm, you would walk near him and lay a hand on his arm, offering a kind smile.

You didn’t know that when you did, he was silently thankful for having you be so accepting of him. He would nod, but silently yearn for your hand to remain on his shoulder or arm.

“I always hated dancing,” Loki said softly. He moved to spin you softly and smiled as you did. “But I rather enjoy it with you.”

You were guided back into his arms, entering his personal bubble a little more. You felt his arm slowly wrap around your form as your hips swayed.

“Well, I am glad I was able to change your mind.” Your voice was soft, simply enjoying the soft breeze pooling in from outside and the sounds of the melody that hung in the air. “I really like dancing with you too.” You thought as you rested your head on his shoulder.

He had picked up your thought absent-mindedly and breathed deeply. Loki very much enjoyed you. He admired your appreciation and love for the small moments, and the way you marveled at everything around you.

You were refreshing and kind, not just to him but everyone around you.

Loki turned his head to face yours and softly kissed your forehead causing you to smile against collar bone. The raven-haired man felt the soft weakened waves of nerves and quieted joy that pulsated from you. He noted soft smile on your lips and felt one spread across his own.

You two continued that way for a while longer. Just enjoying the moment you were in, wishing it would never end.

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lizamango · 3 years

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Together Again (Bucky Barnes x Reader) 8/8

A/N: Final chapter!! I’ve started a Before Westview fic for this story if people are interested. Also have ideas on a Loki series rewrite tied to this one... 👀

I have a part time job interview and I’m writing fanfics and drabbles instead of preparing 😭🤡

Word Count: 2500

Warnings: The Sadness we’ve been talking about 😶

Summary: Bucky finds himself in the town of WestView where not everything is as it seems. But does that really matter if you find yourself reunited with the one you love?

Masterlist

Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 4 ~ Chapter 5 ~ Chapter 6 ~ Chapter 7 ~

Chapter Summary: The time in Westview has come to an end

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Chapter 8: NOT ENOUGH TIME

They run to the town square and catch the scene of Agnes floating while the townies surround Wanda, their voices overlapping and shouting, suffocating her. Her power reflects how she feels and chokes them. Y/N looks at Bucky, not knowing what to do.

“No stop. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Wanda says desperately as she takes back her magic.

“If you won’t let us go. Just let us die,” Mrs. Hart, if that was even her real name begs.

“I will… I will let you go, I will, I will.”

“What’s stopping you? Use your power now. Heroes don’t torture people,” Agnes jabs.

Wanda pants and shoots a burst of energy up into her barrier.

“Now you’ll see,” Agnes cackles, knowingly.

“Bucky!” Y/N says as she stops running, feeling off.

He stops and looks at her as she begins to fall apart much like the barrier. Fragments of her being shift and break.

“No, no, no please,” Bucky picks her up and carries her closer to the centre.

“What? No…” Wanda whispers seeing the people she loves partially disappearing.

“Now do you see? You tied your family to this twisted world and now one can’t exist without the other.”

“Don’t go. Don’t –” Bucky whispers.

Y/N reaches up a hand.

“Save Westview or save your family,” Agnes hums thoughtfully.

As Wanda closes the barrier Vision and the twins run to her.

“Not yet,” Y/N says. Bucky puts her down and kisses her.

“Y/N, Bucky! I’m sorry I… I just wanted you and Vision back. I’m sorry Bucky.”

“We understand, Wanda.” She jogs to her best friend, while holding Bucky’s hand and gives her a hug. “And you two, you’re okay?” she asks the twins after giving them a hug each.

Agnes chants in Latin and a surge of black and purple hurtles toward them.

“No!” Wanda puts up a red barrier but it’s clear that Agnes’ magic isn’t like Wanda’s as it absorbs her energy, turning her hands a lifeless black.

“How sweet,” Agnes flies tauntingly.

Suddenly the other Vision flies over and armoured trucks come to a stop.

Vision flies to attack his counterpart and Wanda turns to Y/N.

“Y/N… I’m giving you back a part of you I hid.” She raises her hand to Y/N’s temple and she feels a jolt through her. “You were one of the most skilled spies SHIELD had, it’s time for you to be that again.” Then she turns to the twins. “Boys, handle the military with your aunt and uncle. Mommy will be right back.” Wanda flies up to meet Agnes.

Bucky and Y/N see two incoming armoured vehicles approach. They notice that their clothes had turned into tactical gear for agility and Y/N feels a sense of familiarity.

The twins work together to take down the squad that had their guns aimed, Billy sends a pistol Y/N’s way and she shoots out the tires of the two trucks coming toward them. They screech to a stop and Bucky and Y/N take on one each. She approaches one with a man and woman. The man comes out but it seems his partner is not interested in fighting as she falls out of the truck.

“You’re supposed to be dead,” he says.

“Wow you really suck,” Y/N hits him with the point of her elbow and he is stunned, stumbling back. “What’s the matter? Didn’t think a housewife would know how to hit a traitor to the country?”

He goes for a punch but she dodges, sweep kicking him to the ground. He grunts and reaches for his gun but she steps on his hand causing him to cry out.

“You’re not even real,” he spits and uses all his strength to push on her leg causing her to fall back. Normally she, in her past life, would have had better balance but it’s probably the lack of practice. He pulls his gun on her, keeping a distance so she doesn’t do the same thing back at him.

“Only cowards aim a gun on a downed opponent,” she challenges. It’s not like dying a second time would be so bad.

“You think you’re worthy of an honourable death?”

“Can it get more honourable than dying for a stone that would restore half the universe?” she retorts, with Wanda restoring her abilities she also got Wanda’s memories of her.

He frowns but his gaze moves to the twins celebrating their victory against the disarmed, frozen soldiers. He moves the direction of his aim and fires five shots.

“Boys!” Y/N shouts, her eyes following the bullets as they travel towards their targets.

As he fires his sixth shot she takes her gun tucked under her and with the one shot remaining she fires into his arm.

Bucky shields the boys from the five bullets using his vibranium arm. The last one, shot just as Y/N hit the Director, zooms past him but Billy catches it with his powers.

“Good luck rotting in a federal prison when the inmates finds out you tried to off two kids.” Billy puts a spell on him so that he is frozen, like the rest of the soldiers.

“Good job, boys!” Y/N shouts referring to the twins and Bucky.

Vision flies out of the library and the twins run toward them for a big hug. Bucky and Y/N look at each other and smile. He feels like the team they once were.

Suddenly the sky turns red as the barrier is hit with blasts of Wanda’s magic. There is a battle of purple and red energy in the air as Wanda and Agnes fight. Vision attempts to fly up to help Wanda but she puts a barrier that pushes him back down.

“What is she doing?” Bucky asks but only Wanda can know. Y/N looks up concerned for her best friend but trusts that Wanda has a plan. She squeezes Bucky’s hand every time Agnes sees impermeable to Wanda’s powers, only absorbing them to fuel her own.

The battle rages on but just as it seems like Wanda has given all her power to Agnes runes appear on each wall of the boundary, rendering Agnes useless and she takes the magic back.

They float down and Y/N smiles proudly at her best friend. After she hugs her family, Y/N goes in for her hug.

“That was incredible!”

“I can’t believe Agatha – Agnes – was the one ruining everything this whole time,” Wanda says.

“Wait so… her name was Agatha all along?”

“Well, it seems our dream home has been reduced to a fixer upper,” Vision comments looking at the mess and rubble surrounding them.

Y/N recognizes Wanda’s face; it was a dream home but that’s just it. It’s just a dream. Something fleeting, to be enjoyed briefly but will never last long. She knows it and so does Vision.

“I know you’ll set everything right,” he smiles and if one were to look close enough, they would see the sadness behind it. “Just not for us.”

“No,” Wanda replies as her eyes move to meet Y/N’s who also understands what she has to do. “Not for us.”

Y/N snakes her arm around Bucky’s and locks their fingers together. “Shall we head home?” she says. He smiles and kisses her forehead.

The walk home feels shorter than usual as they know what’s to come. They split and walk into their own houses, Y/N and Wanda share a knowing look before they enter.

“Want some lemonade?” Y/N asks Bucky.

“No, I… I just want to sit.” He takes off his bullet-holed jacket, with Wanda’s illusion gone, he sees his vibranium arm clearly now, no longer masked to look like flesh.

“Okay,” Y/N says, smiling slightly, tears are already welling up in her eyes as she takes a seat on the couch next to him.

“I – I don’t know how to do this,” he chuckles uncomfortably. “I imagined so many times what I would say if I had the chance but now that I have it… it’s all gone.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” she whispers.

“There’s too much to say and not enough time. I just… wish we had more.”

“I know. There’s never enough. But what we do have enough of is love for each other,” she sniffs and moves closer to him, taking his hands. “I am so grateful that I got to experience this life with you. I got everything I ever wanted just by being here, waking up next to you every morning. I couldn’t ask for more.”

“I could,” he laughs though tears fall from it as he thought of the idea of having kids together that they talked about so much. “I would ask for forever with you. And I know that that’s selfish; we already got more time than what was planned for us.” He raises his hand to cup her cheek. “I could never love someone like this again.”

“You have my permission,” she smiles sadly.

“I don’t want to.”

“I would never want you to put your life on hold because of me.” She lifts her hands to his neck, caressing him.

“You are…” he takes a deep breath. “were my life.”

“You have to keep going, sweetheart. For me. For you.”

“How can I go on, knowing what I’ve lost? How we could have lived if I hadn’t…” He shakes his head, tilting it so it touches hers.

“Don’t think about that. That wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t even Thanos’ fault. It was just… meant to be. The world needs to have Bucky Barnes back,” she whispers. “Strong, brave, selfless.” She kisses him with each word.

“The world deserves you back,” he insists.

She rolls her eyes playfully. “Don’t be stubborn. It already lost me. But you… will never. Okay? I’m right here.” She lowers one hand and stops at his heart. “Always.” She kisses him once more, long and hard and passionately. “Why don’t you go to bed? I’ll be right up,” she promises.

He nods slowly, wiping tears away.

Wanda takes that as the invitation to knock.

Y/N opens the door with a smile, eyes red from crying. “Come on in, Scarlet Witch,” she greets with the moniker Agatha gave her.

Wanda laughs and walks in. “I just put the twins to bed…” she says.

“Wanna sit outside? Admire my forget-me-nots?”

Wanda nods.

The cool evening air is welcome as they sit on the patio. Wanda conjures up iced tea, their go-to drink.

“I see Bucky finally made that bird bath,” she comments.

“Isn’t he ever the diy guy?” Y/N jokes. “I don’t think he could have done it outside of Westview, though.”

They both laugh but soon it dwindles to a sigh.

“I… never meant to hurt anyone,” Wanda sighs. “I just wanted you and Vision back.” She stares off to the distance. “When I lost him the… second time and I was snapped away I thought that was that. How could I get hurt any more after that?” she recalls. “Then I came back and the one person I was looking forward to seeing again… the only person I really had left. Wasn’t here anymore,” Wanda takes a shuddering breath and Y/N reaches over the table for her hand. “I knew how Bucky felt because I felt it too… I was feeling it again the same time he was. I asked him to come with me to S.W.O.R.D Headquarters, where I found out Vision’s… body was.” She struggles with the word even now. “They cut him up. Drilled into him. I… was so angry. So hurt. We drove to Westview and when I saw what he had planned for us. It all just took over. I wanted it all back. So did Bucky.”

“I will never blame you,” Y/N comforts. “You’re my sister. And I love you so much and I forgive you.”

“How did you know?” Wanda asks. “How did you know I needed your forgiveness?”

“My magical intuition,” she jokes and Wanda laughs.

“I guess I’m not the only magical girl in town,” she recites Agatha’s words.

“We’re the only girls in town,” Y/N says as she sees the red barrier getting closer now. “If you ever need me… I’m sure there’s a spell to talk to the dead.” It’s another joke but it may be possible.

“I’ll look into it,” Wanda winks with teary eyes.

“We better get back to our hubbies.”

“What would they do without us?” they chuckle and get serious again.

“Thank you for giving us the change to be together again. I hope I see you in another life, Wanda Maximoff,” Y/N says as she walks Wanda to the door.

“I’ll make sure of it,” she replies, hugging her tightly before leaving to her own home.

Y/N walks up the stairs, slowly making her way to their bedroom. “Did you say your goodbyes?” Bucky asks as he stands shirtless, looking out the window, watching the barrier close in.

“Mhm,” Y/N hums. She changes into one of his t-shirts and walks towards him. She gently takes his vibranium hand and guides him to the bed. “I just want you to hold me.”

Bucky nods and wraps her up in his arms, her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. She feels his breathing quicken and she knows it’s because he’s crying. Hurting. And it brings tears to her own eyes again. I only hurt because you do, she thinks. When you love someone you feel their pain, it’s easy for her to accept what needs to be done. She’s not the one being left behind.

“I don’t want to say goodbye.”

“You already have,” With a final kiss, he feels her disappear as the barrier engulfs them. The comfortable feeling of holding her in his arms is gone, her warmth, her scent. Everything was gone again.

Opening his eyes, it’s day and he stands in a house as empty as his heart. A house that isn’t theirs anymore. It never really was.

He wipes his tears and walks out the front door to see a dreary, grey town. No longer vibrant with happiness and hope. As if it never happened.

Wanda stands in the foundations of her home and Bucky approaches silently. They stand together and Wanda takes a shuddering breath. They walk in silence through the crowd looking at them in disdain, leaving the place they called home for the first time in too long.

“I’m not angry you did this,” Bucky says. “I’m glad you did. I’m glad I got to see her again. We were together again.”

She nods.

“I don’t know how to live without her. But I promised her I’d try.”

“You’re staying,” she states. She doesn’t have to be a mind reader to know what he has decided.

“I want to… atone for my sins as the Winter Soldier. Make amends,” Bucky says.

“I’ll leave you with them then?” she says, referring to the sirens they hear approaching.

“Yes.”

“Goodbye, Bucky.”

“I’ll be seeing you, Wanda.”

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