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Imagine Wanda confronting S.W.O.R.D. about leaving you, Vision, and her alone in Westview

Did she not deserve to get her happy ending? When the snap was reversed, everyone was so happy to be reunited with their missing loved ones. Families were reunited once more and everyone in the world celebrated. Everyone except Wanda who came back to Vision still being gone and the Avengers fragmented once more. There was no family to return to.

It was why as she stepped outside of the dome, drone in hand, Wanda felt a mixture of grief and anger swirl inside of her as she looked at the agents with narrowed eyes as they began to surround her. The feeling only grew as she took note of how they were all armed, scopes trained on her and their finger ready to pull the trigger and fire as they watched her every movement carefully though that did nothing to deter her. She now had something she was willing to protect. "Is this yours?" She asked rhetorically, throwing the drone harshly at the feet person who looked like they were in charge.

"The missile was just a precaution," He explained, taking slow steps near her.

"I think I can." Staring him down, she narrowed her eyes at him. "This will be your only warning." She spoke to all of them though she maintained eye contact with the man. Channeling her powers, she formed an orb in her hands before brushing it away as its wisps entered the minds of all the armed agents. "Stay out of my home."

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synopsis: You are lucky. At least, that's what you've spent your whole life believing. After the blip, seeing what the world has become, you finally understood: you were a witch. Afraid of what that meant, you decided to isolate yourself. It would be safer for everyone. You just didn't think you would end up in a sitcom. Or that you wouldn't be the only person to realize that. [6K]

warnings: agatha fantasize about killing you (you want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid). mutual hate to reluctant allies to future lovers. sunshine x grumpy. murder (but only if you really think about it. so just don't). reality stone powers. what if... manifesting was a power. probability control. post-blip. discovering powers. blue magic!reader. reader is pretty much a reckless being to the point there is a borderline suicide attempt. curse words. female!reader. wanda maximoff. pietro maximoff (dead). geraldine (monica rambeau). dottie (sarah proctor).

Some people have difficult lifes. Some people need to work hard and don't even get what they want. Some people always lose. Don't matter what they do, don't matter how much they try. Of course you feel terrible sorry for them. You just can't relate.

You don't have the time to count how many times you heard stories about people hating their new haircut. That must be sooo awful. Or that myth that some people don't like how they look in front of a dressing room mirror. And imagine how painful it must be to break a nail.

You can't even imagine how complicated this might be. Life is just... easier for you. You collect coincidences, are best friend with chance, can guess the writings of fate. What else can you say? You're lucky. Very, very lucky.

Yes, you don't know how it feels to miss a bus. And yes, you quickly got a new, better job everytime you got fired. And yes, it's true, you are guilty. At least if having what you want, how you want it, when you want it is considered a crime.

But apparently you are not that lucky.

Because all those things... they don't really matter. Your life wouln't end if you got one or two B grades at school. And breaking a nail probably isn't that painful. At least you think so. Having a bad haircut must be a... humble experience. Working in a horrible job because money is the only thing that separates you from death must be a traumatic lifestyle, but you can do it. You can. Yes, you totally can.

There was only one moment that you needed to be lucky — you didn't want to, you didn't prefer if you were, you had to. You needed to be lucky, you needed to. And in the only moment that really mattered... all that lucky just vanished.

And it only took one snap.

In a moment, you were trying on the earrings you saw through a shop window. Swarovski. You didn't intend on buying it, dear lord, you just wanted to see how they would look on you. Black swans in pavé on two-centimeter pearls. They cost more than half your salary.

And when you turned around to ask if you could try on the white swan pair, all you saw was an abandoned storefront.

There were no more display windows, no more sparkling crystal, no more saleswomen with bright smiles and elegant attitudes. There were no other customers, no mirrors, no white light. No furniture, no movement, no life. Empty. Countertops smeared with dust. Sheets covered the display cases, but dim light filtered through them.

That must be a weird dream. You pinched yourself and the pain surprised you. You could hear your heartbeat, feel your hair tickling your face and your mouth drying. Awake. Alive.

You guess that, well, that mean those earrings... are yours now?

Slowly, you walked to the locked door. The moment you grabbed the dusty doorknob it broke in your hand and the door opened by itself. The light blinded you when you left the store.

Everything was different. Completely different. It wasn't in that street you walked on earlier. These cars... you've never seen anything like this before. And why is it getting dark? You were on your way to work, it's still early. Why it is so dark out of sudden?

Then you noticed the powder... no. Not powder. This was different. These particles came together and in moments there was a person in front of you.

You... No. No. That's not happening. You're not... Nothing made sense. Nothing was right. Your heart began to ache in your chest, your heartbeats deafened you, your mind no longer knew what to imagine.

Horns woke you up. You were in the middle of the street. Have you been walking? You don't remember moving. You tried to cross the avenue, but there were so many cars. Some managed to stop, causing others to hit their rear. Some drivers swerved to the side and ended up hitting other cars.

When you reached the sidewalk, there was only chaos left behind you. And you didn't have a single scratch.

You're lucky, you always knew that, but this... This is not a coincidence. This is not chance. Something is really wrong.

It didn't took you that long to understand what happened. Five years for others, mere seconds for you. For days you felt like you were trapped in a nightmare. But there was one thing that kept you on your feet. One thing that stopped you from going batshit crazy.

Your luck. Or, well, something else. Entirely. You can't call it luck anymore. It's a Thing. A Thing that helps you, that protect you, that shapes the world around you.

Little by little, you started to notice things. How you never got sick. How you don't remember feeling pain. You just don't. Nothing bad really happened to you. Your life wasn't perfect, and certainly you don't enjoy being blipped for five years, but before that nothing bad happened to you.

And the world has changed a lot. Its been so long since powerful people started to show up. And you saw somethings. They were really so different between one another, from a nordic deity to a rich genius, but they were more than normal people. And since you come back, you think you might be more too.

So you made a decision. And you assume it was reckless. You assume it may have gone really wrong. But you never were know by your caution.

You started to test that Thing. You started to try it out. To play with its limits. To see at what point it would stop working. At what moment it would break.

You crossed the street without looking. Let knives fall towards your feet. Went to places without knowing how you would get out of there. Ignored police warnings. Touched bloodstained blades. Walked towards the subway stop. Took off your belt during turbulence in the plane.

You did everything you could, but it just wasn't enough. Not enough to prove that something wrong was happening to you. So you did something else. Something stupid. Something so uterly reckless that it was borderline a suicide attempt. Something that, if you survived, would mean that you were right.

You had no idea it was so easy to climb over the railing of a bridge and hang over the river. Shouldn't it have some kind of protection? What if someone tried to do something to themselves?

You hesitated. You prayed. And then you jumped.

In your defense...

You have none.

Except that you didn't fell into the water.

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Westview wasn't on Agatha's initials plans. She didn't plan on going to a bankrupt small town in the middle of nowhere. Agatha could be anywhere, doing anything, but she sensed it. The power. The desolation. The inexperience.

It was such a strong presence it seemed like a trap. Agatha couldn't help but to give it a chance. The reward was worth the risk.

When she saw the hex, Agatha couldn't help but feel hunger. Crossing the deep layer that separed the town from the rest of the world, Agatha was able to read the signs. Read the project signature so to speak. That made her giggle in antecipation.

Agatha got so melancholic when Thanos snapped and Wanda Maximoff was turned to dust. She had so much potential. Within good condition and time, Wanda could grow. She could become stronger, wiser, effective. Agatha always wanted to drein it from her.

Now she has the chance.

And that's how she became Agnes, the nosy neighbor. She enjoyed the black & while aesthetic, and its been long since Agatha got the chance to have fun with her prey. Pretending to help Wanda with her special dinner, Agatha settle everything for her to fail. For her to wake up from this humiliating dream and left those stupid things behind.

She assumes that making Mrs. Hart beg for Wanda to stop was a little too much. Agatha thought she needed to be abrupt, sudden, but it's not the case. That dinner was too much. Agatha needs to be more subtle, more unerving.

There was the moment she came up with Dottie. Intimidating, but not violent. Assertive, but not too aware of her surroundings. Confrontational, but too busy to focus on something.

Dottie was the perfect character to ruin Wanda's ilusion. It was suppossed to create just the right amount of fear and anxiety to make Wanda stop that bullshit. It was suppossed to be the end of Agatha's struggle and the beginning of Wanda's. It was suppossed to be so many things.

But you.

Disobedient, friendly, conciliatory you.

"We only have a few hours until show time", Dottie picked on Wanda's distraction as quickly as she could. Such a great pawn. "So a little less cross chatter and a little more focus."

Wanda tried to hide her embarrass. When she was about to say something, you placed your glass on the table, drawing everyone's attention to you.

"I agree with Geraldine. Those are some really nice pants, dear", you smiled to Wanda. Looking at Dottie, your smile seem to grow even bigger. "Please, go on, Dottie. It's an honor to count with you to bring a smile to those little boys and girls. For the children."

"For the children", the women spoke in unison. Except by Wanda, who was followed by a laugh track. The same thing happened during the round of palm.

Whenever Dottie was about to make Wanda uncomfortable, you found a away to step in. You pest. You kept on smiling at the wrong moment, reassuring Wanda whenever she couldn't understand a social clue, making Dottie laugh and lose track of what she was saying.

Agatha was so close of snapping your neck. She could see life escaping from your eyes, your warm blood against her skin, your pain emanating until there were no you anymore. Agatha didn't care if you weren't her target, if she wouldn't take any power from you: she wanted to see you dead.

But Wanda would notice your abscence on this stupid nightmarish town.

So Agatha tried to stop you. To lure you into being quiet, into being mean to Wanda, into saying you needed to go. Apparently Wanda's desire for you to be the kind, young neighbor was too strong. Perhaps Agatha thought too little of her.

What Agatha didn't know was that she'd also underestimated you.

As soon as Wanda wasn't near she grabbed your wrist and pulled you to a more private place. "Stop talking", Agatha said through her teeth. "And don't be near Wanda."

Your smile was filled with distrust, but she didn't notice it. "Sure, Agnes", your sweet words were almost replaced by an incredulous laugh, but you managed to hold back. You blinked to her, still into your character. "As you wish."

You watched as that lying bitch went closer to whisper something on Sarah's ear. No. You have to make sure to remember to call them by their fake names. So you watched as that lying bitch whispered something on Dottie's ear.

You did as Agnes — or whatever her name is — said, but not because she could control you. You did it because you had a lot of questions, and you knew that being subtle was your only way to maybe get some answers.

You're getting to know Wanda. Trying to understand if she has control of what is happening. If she even understands what she's doing. Wanda is a hero. She saved so many, fought so much, lost more than someone should ever. Your know that someone must be controling her. Using her. You just don't understand for what.

But why that fucker was pretending to be part of that town? Agnes wasn't here before. She wasn't here even at the time this whole magic trap started. Why did she entered the town? What did she expect to get from here? Why she is stronger than your neighbors?

Agnes isn't the only intruder. Geraldine also is not from here, but she don't seem to get a say into what happens. Agnes ordered you to do what she wanted, Geraldine seem like someone trying to get information. While one treated you like a brain-washed puppet ready to obey, the other tried to understand why you were in this situation.

And honestly, you also don't really know. At the time it seem like a wise decision. But now... Now it just looks like you're unlucky. And you never thought you would believe such a thing.

Your powers were the reason why you runaway from NYC. Not even a million dollars would made you stay there, not now that you are so sure you have powers. It would be only a matter of time for you to end up drawing atention. This city looks like it has magnets to super villains. You didn't want to fight anyone, to be part of any group, to fear for you and your loved ones safety.

Moving on was great. You got your house in such a great deal. And in Westview you can really breath in. The world is crumbling, the blip made everything worse, but there... There you feel like a person, not like a being that lost five years of your life. You felt a little bit less empty.

You planted blue lilies. You didn't know you had a talent for gardening, it was a nice surprise. Sarah Proctor and her daughter welcomed you with chocolate cake and cherries. Your favorite. For the first time in your life you bought a welcome mat. Sharon — now Mrs. Hart — became your gossip buddy.

It was nice there. Westview was a good place to grow up and rest a little bit. You would even say it was perfect. Until it happened.

At first you thought it was just a weird sensation. You had weird dreams, dreams that looked like someone else's memories. It was entering in rooms someone had just left. Or knowing that someone is just waiting for you to get out of a room to enter it. It was words that didn't felt like yours, actions that didn't felt like yours, clothes that didn't felt like yours.

You felt trapped, but couldn't see your jail. Today you woke up after a nightmare that wasn't yours, put on clothes you never saw, and walked towards a neighbors meeting you didn't know would happen. And in that moment, when you saw Wanda entering the club area all your neighbors were silently waiting for her, you woke up.

You could hear Wanda whispering into your mind. Sending you directions of what to do, what to say, what to think. After you started to help Wanda you could also hear Agnes' instructions, normally going against Wanda's ones. They wanted different things from you. Wanda wanted empathy, Agnes wanted you away from the avenger.

So you gave them both what they wanted.

You didn't talk to Wanda for the rest of the meeting or got near her. But whenever you felt that she was scared, or uncomfortable, you just did something to draw atention to you. Dropped a glass, spoke louder than you should, fell into the pool.

For Wanda, you were the comic relieve she needed. For Agnes, you kinda of behaved.

"Wanda", Dottie called the redhead when she was almost getting out of the pool area. Wanda came back with a bright smile and anxious eyes. "You were selected to clean the area today."

"I'm so lucky to help", Wanda's smile got even bigger. So obviously fake. "Who else will help me?"

"No one", Dottie blinked. "It's work for one woman."

"I can help", you raised your hand. "Two brains are better than one, and four hands get the job done."

Before anyone could speak, you felt arms getting intertwined with yours. Agnes gave your forearm a gentle squeeze, her flashy smile catching your attention. "Haven't you agreed on helping me with my presentation? If I depended on Ralph's help I know for sure that everything would just explode."

You forced an sweet laugh, pretending to know what she's talking about. "Sorry, Wanda. But the next time you're selected, I gonna help you for sure."

"It will be soon", Dottie whispered. "Now you both should finish your own presentation. And don't forget-"

"For the children", you three shouted at the same time.

That made Dottie relax a little bit. Poor, Sarah. It may be something your mind made up, but you see melancholia on her eyes. She must be so scared. If everyone here can also hear Wanda's instructions and nightmares, than she's also so tired.

Will the Avengers came to help? Will they save everyone and defeat whoever is controling Wanda? Do they even know this is happening?

What can you do? What should you do?

Agatha started walking, what made you do the same. You kept yourself quiet, unsure if this curse made Westview' citizens stay in their character even if they are away from Wanda. You forced a smile, just in case.

"I'm guessing Ralph isn't a helpful..."

Agatha held your wrist, her nails marking into your skin. "Quiet", she ordered. You chose to do as she said. And you did it with a smile.

Walking throught the neighborhood, Agatha didn't even knew she was making you a favor. You spend the last days locked into the same scenario, and just now you could understand what was happening to your brain. With Agatha forcing you to follow her, she gave you the chance to see how things are going.

Even without Wanda near, all your neighbors acted how they were suppossed to. Infinite smiles, chores done perfectly, key phrasew repeating here and there. But the more you walk, the more haunted this town seems. The more lifeless it is.

And when you almost thought this all may be just a bad dream, Agatha pulled you against a wall. Surprised, you didn't knew how to react when she grabbed you by your chin.

"Wanda worked a lot on you." Her eyes glowed with a deep purple tone. Her hands were warm against your skin. "So obedient to her, so difficult to work with." Agatha looked into your eyes. It was so difficult to keep on looking at her, but you did it anyway. "I'll love to break you."

Before you could open your mouth, she touched your forehead and a electric wave passed through your body. When you opened your eyes again, Agatha was still in front of you. But her eyes, her forest green eyes, were lifeless.

And with a certainty you never expected to have you just knew: Agatha was into your mind. You could feel her wandering. Exploring. Trying to find a breaking point hidden inside of you and destroy it.

And you just couldn't just let her do whatever she wanted to you.

You didn't knew how your magic works. You don't know if you can be considered a witch. All you know is that reality bends towards your needs and desires. So you did the only thing that has always worked for you.

You thought about what you want to happens. You desired it with all your being, closed your eyes and begged to have what is yours, and waited. So you waited.

And before you could say hocus pocus, Agatha blinked. She spend a few seconds just looking around, completely lost. It remember you of all the times as kid where you woke up in your bed, so scared and confused because you had slept on the couch.

"I was", Agatha dry tone come out. Not those high pitches she uses to appear friendly, her real voice. It was so different. So mature and certain. "What was I doing?"

"I thought you were about to kiss me", you still used your fake tone. "I'm not Ralph, sweetie!"

Agatha stared at you, but this time you didn't feel threaned. You just felt seen. She looked at every detail, not caring about the time she was wasting. Agatha analized your eyes, looking deep into your soul. Her gaze seem to carress your skin, shivers went down your spine. Agatha eyes landed on you mouth for a second, and then came back to your eyes.

"Yes." Agatha like she has touched something secured and received a chock. "You're nothing like him." It wasn't a fight nor a battle, but she felt like she lose one. "What are you?"

Something glimpsed in your eyes, Agatha was sure she seem it. Did her little tricky woke you up from Wanda's magic? But at the moment she was sure something happened to you, that same bright smile came back to your face. "Clearly not Ralph", your forced laugh hurted Agatha's ear.

Agatha made you follow her, but this time she didn't felt the need to be violent. Her silence wasn't a threat, but a sign that she was thinking. Maybe Wanda is stronger than she thought. Maybe she was able to create a protection barrier in some of her play things.

But that does not change what she saw in your life yes. When Agatha made sure Dottie would behave, for a few minutes she saw pure fear. Dottie tried everything to get help, then everything to get away from her. But you... She didn't saw fear.

She saw determination.

When you both got near to your house, right in front of Wanda's, everything was normal again. Neighbors talking more, their gestures making sense, their eyes not showing any emotion. Wanda must be at her house now, so life quickly decided to follow her steps.

At your doorframe, you took the keys from your pockets and unlocked the door. "Do you already know what you will do for the talent show? I'm really good with flowers, but I don't think it can be of any help."

"I won't do anything", Agatha didn't noticed she answered you. A few minutes before she would ignore you, but this time she just talked back. "See you in the next scene."

When you closed your door, you locked it really slowly. When nothing happened, you breathe in and tried to calm yourself. Everything is okay. You can do it.

You need to.

On her way out of the entrance of your house, Agatha noticed the blue lilies — they were black and white, but Agatha knows they're blue just as she knows that Wanda's flowers are red and hers are purple.

It wasn't just a fabricated line. You really are good with flowers.

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Your usually don't notice the decades changing.

The last time it happened everything was still black and white and you could hear laugh tracks from inside your house. You thought you were on a Lucy episode, the moment you realized it wasn't the case was when you found pants on your wardrobe.

Althought Wanda changed everything — and you have a theory that she does it at her sleep, not even aware of what is happening —, you still found little ways to retain your autonomy wherever it happened.

Like those pants. Their tissue was too thick, it didn't feel nice. You prefer when it is more silky. So you put them on your wardrobe and closed the doors, imagining what you wanted them to be.

When you opened it again, they were perfect.

Your powers don't look like the witch movies you grew up watching, nor with the things you know Wanda can do. You don't cast spells, no one taugh you magic, you don't have black cats waiting for you at your house. But you do have a way with changing reality.

And, yes, it can be seen as a selfish act. Like when your hair was cut during your sleep. You took a bath and your hair grew while you washed it. Easy, peasy. Mostly selfish, but you also use it to help your neighbors.

You restored your neighbors clothes. You know it worked because you saw Sarah using her worn out mom jeans at her bedroom during the 60's. And you also shut Wanda's mind. Now they can have dreamless sleeps. All those horrible nightmares now are only hers. And yours.

Wanda has a lot of them. About her parents, her brother, her husband. She's always suffering, remembering her bombered country, her days at Hydra, her moments with the Avengers. A monster after another, a death after another.

You could feel melancholy taking over your body, rising like static through your legs and freezing your mind. It is impossible to speak, move, change something. It's disabling. Is this how Wanda feels?

Is this how Wanda always feels?

You wanted to be able to help her, to fix everything, but you never have a chance to be alone with her. Maybe if you could only talk to her, not playing a character or trying to fool her, you can do something. Just a genuine sign of kindness, of care, of worry. A friend. Maybe this all she needs. A good friend.

But they are always following her. Vision — you were so sure he died, but now you don't know if you can trust the things you heard —, Dottie, Mrs Hart. Geraldine. She is still a question mark for you, but you feel she have good intentions. But it wasn't just them. It would be so easier to make them go away. The real problem is Agnes.

You're sure she's plotting something. You know that. Maybe there is someone hidden in this town and Agnes is using Wanda's powers to found them. Maybe she's dreining her. Or she's being paid to do that. You wished you were smarter. Than you may have already found a way to stop her.

But what can you do? What could you ever do to those help people? You don't know how to fight, how to protect you, how to protect them. You don't even really know what exactly you are. What scares you is... what if this is all you can do? What if this is your best? That all you are able to do is make them sleep better at night?

That night you went to be wishing for someone to taugh you how to use your magic. You desired it with all your heart. And in some ways your wish was granted. But not how you wanted. Not how you expected.

It was as easy to noticed when it changed to the 70's as to hear the babies' crying from Wanda's house. When you got there, accompanied by your closest neighbors, the next hour where the scariest of your life. You've never felt so uncomfortable, small, impotent. And you have your reasons to be sure about it:

1) Wanda wasn't pregnant the day prior her labor;

2) Those babies were way older than just a few hours;

3) Geraldine was at her house and now she is nowhere to be found;

4) You have a husband.

And that is way more than you can take. Isn't enough all the anguish you're going through enough? All this concern, fear, hopelessness? Apparently you are the only person that could do something, but you can't and this is killing you. And now this. This!

He followed you everywhere. Talked to everyone. Held Billy and Tommy while implying that you both would be the next couple to have kids. He even tried to kiss you!

And no matter when it was finally night and you went to your house: he kept on following you. Calling you love. You did all you could, screamed at him and slapped him across the face,but it never worked: he ate dinner with you, walked around your house with you, went to sleep with you.

His snoring kept you awake all night.

You knew that being subtle was the best choice, but your bondaries have been crossed a long time ago and now you can't take it anymore. That's enough.

"My husband will dissappear", you murmured to yourself. You kept on saying this again, and again, and again. A new mantra, your own way to fall asleep.

You had a dream, and in this dream you were a witness.

You saw two kids. They were young, their faces so rounded, you couldn't help but to smile. They were watching something, a old soap opera where someone finally revealed their true identity. One of the kids, the little boy with naive eyes, gasped so loud you almost got scared.

You only looked at her when the little boy stared at the other side of the couch. Somehow you knew that he wanted a confimation that this was really as surprising as he thought. But when you looked at the redhead girl, all you saw was a blank expression.

She wasn't bored. You knew that. She was just sad. Filled with melancholy, she glared at the TV but didn't really payed attention.

The little boy got up. He was what, four eyes old? Maybe five. He left the room, keeping the sad girl even more apathetic on her seat. Time passed, the commercials started, and when the boy came back he was holding a glass.

"Your happy juice", said the kid. He reached for his sister, waking her up from her daydreaming.

"What?"

"You are sad", the boy explained. She took the glass from him, it was so full some drops fell on the couch. "And you always smile when you drink your juice. I want to see you happy again."

"Thank you", the girl smiled, and it reached her whole face. It was like a breeze passed through her, taking all the sadness with it. She drank everything in two big sips. "Now lets clean the mess you made at the kitchen, Pietro."

You woke up with tears running down your cheeks. You touched them, your hands trembling against your face, and imagined Wanda doing the same thing.

With lights turned on, you saw that you were alone. Barefeet, you wandered around your house. No one was there. You were alone. Just like Wanda. Lonely, confused, hurt.

Back in your room, you saw by your window that Wanda's bedroom. And you saw the lights turned on.

You didn't planned anything when you get out of your house and runned towards hers. You just knockes on the door, using all your strenght, and screamed her name until your throat ached.

Wanda was in need of a friend. A true one. And you can be that person. You can be her person.

When someone touched your shoulder, all did was shiver. "What do you think you're doing?" Agatha was right behind you, so close you could feel her warmth.

You tried to clean the tears marking your face. "I had a nightmare", you whispered. You couldn't think of a good lie, so you told her a half truth.

Agatha sighed. She's getting tired of this mess Wanda created. Nightmares, really? She should've be able to control them. "Come with me", she ordered.

You didn't move an inch.

Before you could even understand what was happening, something pulled you. Not a hand, not a body. Looking down, you saw a purple energy around your waist. It made you float, following Agatha as she walked towards your house.

She only let you free in your living room. You fell on the couch and immediately try to go back to Wanda's house. Without even looking at you, Agatha locked the front door. "Don't try me, sweetie."

Agatha touched the photos hanging on your wall. Real photos, with real people. She touched your friends smiles, pouted at your childhood friends, slid her fingers throught your degree. Her eyes land on a photo of you in front of the house you're in now.

"Damn", Agatha couldn't help but laugh. "You're new here? How unlucky you need to be so this happens right when you move in?"

You didn't answer her. Agatha turned her head, glaring at you on your nightgown. "It will end soon. Don't worry so much."

You swallowed hard. "Why do you say that?"

Agatha noticed your voice wasn't a high pitch. No pretty words, pretty expressions. Just you, with traces of tears on your face and a real question. "She will be done soon."

"And when will you be done?"

Agatha crossed her arms. "You're a really talktive puppet", she got closer to you. Agatha was taller than you, and she seen stronger too. You felt vulnerable under her watch, but not scared. You don't have time for that anymore. "You really will never behave?"

You breath in, closed your eyes, and gave her the best smile you could. "I need to sleep, Agnes. Good night, girl!"

Without giving her time to say something, you went up the stairs. You don't want her at your house, touching your things, messing with your life. You entered your room, turned off the lights, and when you were about to lay down her voice came back to haunt you.

"Where's your husband?" Agatha asked you.

Fuck.

"On the bathroom."

"No. He's not." Agatha pointed at the open door. "Where's he?"

"Well, I-", you sttutered. You never did that before, and Agrha noticed it. Agatha understood it. "He must be doing something in the garage. You know, men and their endless projects."

Agatha smiled at you. "Sure." She turned around, and you turned your back to her. You heard the sound of the door closing, the silence lingered, but you knew. Agatha was still there. This stupid chase reached its end. "What's your coven?"

You sighed and sat down on the bed. Agatha managed to see you, without any trace of acting or pretending. She saw your tiredness, frustration, impatience. You tucked your hair behind your ear and rubbed your eyes. "I have no idea what that means."

Purple cables attached themselves to your limbs. They were made of the same energy that forced you to return home. They pulled you, stretching your members, glowing against your skin. "Who are you?"

"Oh, don't you know?" Even though it was the worst thing to do, you provoked her. "You couldn't find anything in my mind, witch? Was that what you did to Wanda? Did you mess with her head so you could control this town?"

Agatha stepped closer to you. Instead of screaming at you, using her magic to hurt you, she did something pretty simple. She laughed. At you. "You think that was me?"

"You're using Wanda."

"Oh, sweetie", Agatha held you by your chin. Even with all the lights off, her eyes seen to shine. She carressed your skin. "Your hero is the one doing that. I'm only trying to stop her."

"No", you defended her. "Wanda would never do that."

"Can you tell me who's nightmare woke you up then? Who's desires are being attended by this act? Who's dead husband is alive?" Agatha touched your hair gently. "Done thinking already? I gonna give one more chance of saying the truth. Who are you?"

There was nothing you could do. No wish that would change Agatha's memory. That was the end of his little theatrics. And if this really is the end, you will not die in despair. You won't die begging. If this is the end, then so be it.

"You already know my name. If you want to know what I am, I won't be able to give you that answer. I don't know what I am. I can't cast spells, no one taught me magic. I don't even know what is happening here. So if you want to kill me, just do it already."

With your eyes closed, you were at peace. No one could say you didn't try. That you didn't want to change the situation for the better. Waiting for pain, the mercy of a quick pain or the sadism of a slow one, the strands of energy disappeared. Slowly you fell onto the bed, the feeling was like waking up from a bad dream.

When you opened your eyes, Agatha had her hand outstretched to you. You hesitated, but accepted the touch. She helped you sit down, and it was impossible to silence the question. "You're not going to kill me, Agnes?"

"Agatha", she corrected you. It was a pretty name. "You want to save this city, don't you?" Agatha asked. That was the first time you felt like she actually cared about the answer.

"More than anything."

"Good." Agatha breath in. "So help me make Wanda wake up from this scripted nightmare. Make it end and you will have your town back. As well as your life."

You blinked a few times. "Why are you offering me this?"

"The people of this city are useless to me. Their life or death doesn't hurt me or make me happy. I don't strive to hurt them in the same way I don't strive to save them. But I need Wanda to wake up. For her understand reality. Be my partner, do what I ask, and your life will be yours again. I think offering you this is a purely logical decision", Agatha extended her hand to you with the intention of sealing this contract. "Or maybe this is just your lucky day."

You didn't know if that was a genuine response from Agatha or her desire manifesting itself. You didn't know if Agatha cared about Wanda, if she was trustworthy, if what she promised you was true. You didn't know who Agatha was, what she wanted, how she would treat you. You didn't know so much.

Lucky day. Yeah, that part kind of makes sense.

You shook Agatha's hand. "We have a deal."

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[fakeagatha]

a headcanon about harkximoff having a stablished relationship in westview? 🥺

hex or after hex, whatever you want :))

A/N: I'm still not 100% on what an established relationship is but I hope I got it right :)

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Wandagatha in an Established Relationship Headcanons

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🔮Agatha entered Westview with the goal to defeat Wanda and steal her powers, so she wasn't expecting to instead fall in love with her.

❤️‍🔥In the beggining, Agatha was extremely jealous of Vision, but at the same time didn't want to hurt Wanda.

🔮When Vision "died", Agatha was somewhat relieved.

❤️‍🔥To Agatha's own surprise, she had mercy. Her plans on stealing Wanda's powers couldn't go through the way she had planned because God, she loved this woman.

🔮So instead, she pretended to loose the battle.

❤️‍🔥Long story short, something inside Wanda went off, and she let Agatha free.

🔮Wanda rebuilt the houses and buildings in Westview, so it could function like a neighborhood once again, even though many people avoided stepping foot in the borders.

❤️‍🔥It was awkward for Wanda and Agatha to be neighbors again, but they managed to rebuild their relationship in a different way.

🔮In a few words, Wanda realized that she was also into women, and Agatha was proud of herself for that.

❤️‍🔥Fast forward a few months, Wanda used her powers to turn their houses into one, as they decided to move in together.

🔮It was great for both of them, waking up next to each other, or Wanda complaining to Agatha about not flushing the toilet.

❤️‍🔥Agatha normally lied in, which gave Wanda the opportunity to attempt to make her breakfast in bed.

🔮Most of the time, it went perfectly, and Agatha fell more and more in love with her.

❤️‍🔥But neither of them will ever forget the time that Agatha spilled baked beans all over the bedsheets when Wanda attempted to make an English breakfast.

🔮One day, Wanda had decided to surprise Agatha by making an entire room for Señor Scratchy, which included a large cage, beds, toys, his food and water stations, basically a paradise for him.

❤️‍🔥Agatha was so delighted that she then surprised Wanda with a cat, named Ebony.

🔮They changed up the room and added a cat tower as well, and they were both so proud of their children.

❤️‍🔥Agatha has the habit of not closing the toilet seat after using it, and it drives Wanda crazy, so it's normal to hear her yelling "Agatha, the toilet!!" At random times throughout the day.

🔮Wanda has a habit of forgetting where she's left things, which is the reason the two are often late to their duties.

❤️‍🔥Agatha is purely what you would call a "Facebook Mom", possible because of her age, but it makes Wanda's day when she's at work sees a marvelous, blurry selfie of Agatha, the lense way too close or too far away from her face, and a very awkward angle.

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[romeulusroy]

Imagine comforting your mother Wanda:

"Mama?"

"Hi baby." Wanda smiled despite the tear that rolled down her cheek. "Don't be afraid, it's okay." What was she doing? She was scaring you, your eyes wide, then softening. She was ruining your universe, your perception of her, your relationship. She fell to her knees before you, coming to a heartbreaking conclusion: nothing mattered anymore, but you. She had to stop before it was too late, before she scarred every single version of you. She thought she needed you, and she does, more than anything in the world, just not in her universe. She knelt before you. You looked exactly as she'd left you: absolutely perfect. Your mother, whatever version of her that may be, loved you, took care of you, as she'd done with her own. The only thing hurting you now was her, that much she knew. She had to get out of here, fix this mess, but her body wouldn't budge. It wanted to be in your presence for a few more seconds, that's all.

"I could never be afraid of you." You wiped the tears from her cheeks, cupping her face in yours. This was not your mother. This woman, so much like her, was gaunt, her face sunken, her eyes exhausted. She looked as if she'd looked death in the eyes too many times. She looked worn and fragile. You hurt for her, this woman, you ached for her. She was looking for someone who didn't exist, her own child. You weren't sure how you knew this, but looking at her, holding her, it was a feeling you couldn't get rid of. She would have done anything for them. She would have sacrificed as all mothers should: she would have killed for her child, she would die for them. This was killing her, this journey, this chase. It was killing her. There was no child in the end, no one to call her mama, but you. She wasn't your mother, not exactly, but you felt like you knew her a long time ago and that was enough. She needed this. She needed you. "I love you."

"I love you, I always will."

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[domxmarvel]

Tell me

Masterlist

Pairing: Omega!Pietro maximoff x Alpha!Female!Reader

Slot:Mommy kink+A/B/O dynamics

The second you entered your house,you were hit by the smell,the unmistakable smell. You found Pietro in your room,your clothes and blankets wrapped around him. Just as you opened the door you heard whimpers and groans,followed by him moaning your name. He barely heard you step closer,only noticing when you sat down on the bed. 

"Y/N" You brushed his hair back and kissed him.

"Need some help" You teased,wrapping your hand around his cock,making him jump. He quickly wrapped himself around you,pulling you to his chest.

“Please,mommy I need you” His hand on your cheek as he begged you to take him. Those words set off a fire inside you,pinning both his hands above his head and biting down on his neck making sure to leave a mark. Moving your hand faster made him moan louder. “Mommy”

“Don’t worry,I’ll give you what you want. You just have to be a good boy for me”

“I will,please mommy. I’ll be a good boy for you”

“Now why don’t you tell me what you want?” He blushed, looking away from you. 

“I want you to fuck me,I don’t wanna cum from just your hand”

“Then get on your hands and knees for me”

*

“Mommy” He moaned as you pulled him back by his hair,tears were streaming down his face. “M-Mommy” You grabbed his hips with both of your hands,moving faster. Leaning closer you whispered

“You’re such a good boy”

“Mommy can-” He cut himself off by moaning “Can I ride you?” You slowed down and pulled out. Lying down on your back,he immediately straddled you. Slowly taking you back in,almost immediately he started bouncing up and down. Every move made his hair sway back and forth, some of it sticking to his face. His mouth hanging open,not stopping a single moan. A few minutes in he was already crying,begging for you to take control again. 

“What do you want?”

“Please fuck me,please” Pushing him down you grabbed him harder than before as you chased your release,his moans motivating you to move faster. You pushed all your weight on him,forcing him down as he came. You kept pounding him until you came and he was crying in pleasure. 

“Pietro?”

“Yes mommy?”

“I didn’t hurt you,did I?”

“No,I’m fine. I just need a minute” He laughed,still out of breath.

“Me too”  You kissed his cheek,moving to lay back down and pull him to your chest. 

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[ynscrazylife]

Me and the Devil, Walking Side by Side

Summary: Agatha wasn’t always like this. One day, in Westview, you realize that the woman you’re walking beside just may be the devil.

Inspiration: The song “Me and the Devil”

A/N: Dedicated to @nyx-aira because Agatha 💜

You always had this feeling, in the back of your mind, that something like this could happen.

You and Agatha had been friends before she was exiled by the coven. You, unwilling to let them kill her, stood up against them. Agatha ended up saving your life as well as her own and the two of you fled together, creating a life of your own.

Agatha had been straightforward with her intent to use the Darkhold. While you were opposed to it, you still loved her, and as long as it didn’t overwhelm her completely, you were fine with it. Agatha agreed to that but still, there was something itching in the back of your head, telling you — maybe even warning you — to be careful.

For centuries, things were fine. Wonderful, even. Agatha was the love of your life. You wouldn’t want things to be any different.

Then, one day, you came across Westview. As the more reserved one in the relationship, you were inclined to leave it be and carry on. But Agatha was fascinated, captivated even. She was so enthusiastic, how were you supposed to say no? Especially when Agatha pointed out that there may be people in need of saving.

So you joined her in this odd, magical, sitcom world. While you enjoyed the silliness of it, you failed to realize how obsessive Agatha had become until it was too late. You failed to realize that she wanted more. More power. More control. It became like a drug. Agatha had first said that she wanted to stop Wanda, which you could get behind, but what she failed to mention was that she wanted to steal Wanda’s power. Agatha started hiding things from you, too. Like the fact that she used the Darkhold more.

While you picked up on the signs that things were shifting, they were so small that you didn’t think much of it. Plus, you had no reason to suspect that Agatha was keeping you oblivious . . .

Until, one day, you saw her holding Wanda’s sons, Billy and Tommy, stop this.

“Agatha?” You asked, confused as you stepped out of your house and walked over to her, in the middle of the street. You could practically feel the fear radiating from Billy and Tommy.

Agatha’s head snapped to meet your gaze and you held back a gasp at the look in her eyes. “Y/N! What are you doing out here? Go back inside,” she said quickly.

You blinked, confused and shaking your head. “What? No, I’m not going to do that. What are you doing to these boys?” You asked, a little frightened. You couldn’t understand this.

Then, it began to dawn on you, you couldn’t understand her. That made you tremble.

“I’m teaching their mother a lesson!” Agatha hissed. “Now, come on, be good and go back inside, darling.”

Your heart was racing as you glanced at Wanda, then at the boys, and finally back at your wife. “No,” you said, forcing yourself to be loud.

Agatha was completely taken aback. “Stop being silly! Go back inside,” she insisted.

“Or else what? You’ll make me?” You asked in disbelief.

Unfortunately — that only gave her an idea. “Yes,” Agatha said, her eyes ablaze with something you had never ever seen. You couldn’t even process what she said before her magic washed over you and you found yourself marching right back into your house, the door locking behind you.

Immediately, you turned around, rushing to the door but unable to open it. You tried the windows next and saw Wanda advancing on Agatha, whose hold on the boys weakened after she used her magic on you.

She used her magic on you . . . A deep set of betrayal set in, which was nauseating. How could she do that?

You were shaking, almost crying, as you watched Wanda and Agatha fight. You were scared. Not only of what would happen to Agatha, but of Agatha herself now.

It all started to fall into place, though. Her weird behavior . . . The possessiveness . . . The obsession.

Agatha had changed, morphed into some other woman you hardly knew. It was like she was corrupted . . . Like the Devil or something.

And you had been walking beside her, with not a clue, the entire damn time.

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[zafirosreverie]

Universe was too big for me to hold (Agatha x F!Reader)

The silence of the night was suddenly broken when a cry of pain ran through the entire place. Maybe it was a good thing that Westview was abandoned because if anyone had gone to find out what was going on, they would have been met with a not-so-pretty scene. Not that she cared, of course.

Agatha continued throwing all the objects that crossed her path, not caring about their value or provenance, and not even finding any comfort in seeing them smash against the wall, but it was okay, she wasn't doing it for comfort, she just needed to get out a deep pain and the rage that gnawed at her soul.

She had failed. 

She had failed so pathetically, so miserably, that just remembering it filled her with an intense, ancient rage that burned inside her as if fire, not blood, ran through her veins. Cursed the hour she had felt the power of chaos magic, cursed the moment she had tempted the scarlet witch, and cursed the second you had appeared out of nowhere.

You shouldn't have been there. You shouldn't have gone looking for her, she wasn't even sure you should have noticed her to begin with. She had always known that she was doomed to a life of solitude, to a life sentence of bitterness and hate. Love had not been created for her, because everything she touched got corrupted.

She had made peace with that years ago, she had resigned herself to the fact that her road was hers alone, without friendly stops or extra passengers. But then…then she met you, and you changed her entire life, turned her reality upside down, and broke every single one of her beliefs. You showed her that there was more than one way, and you planted in her the small hope that, perhaps, love could be named after her.

After living for more than three hundred years, there were many things that her mind had forgotten over time, things that had once been important to her but were now nothing more than a blur in her memory. But even if she lived a million more years, she could never forget the day you had entered her life, so pure and innocent, full of life and ready to love the creature that everyone feared, the being in which she had converted.

Agatha was no fool, she knew that her name had quickly become taboo after what she had done with her mother's coven, and it was not common for the few witches who recognized her to run away from her or try to kill her, the looks of ice, fear or hate were not foreign to her.

But you hadn't had any of that when you looked at her. In your eyes, there was nothing but almost childlike fascination, tenderness, emotion, and admiration, and your kind smile told her of a tentative promise, an illusion that was just beginning to take shape in the veil of time, and she couldn't help but feel drawn to your velvet arms.

Of course, she wasn't going to say that everything had been wonderful and smooth because she was Agatha Harkness and trouble was always around the corner, and on more than one occasion she was sure you would leave her, but you always had surprised her with your loyalty and infinite love towards her and you proved to her that no matter what you had to face for her, you would do it without a second thought.

Agatha found that complete surrender intriguing and inspiring, so she swore to you, to herself, and to the entire world that she would never give you less than the same devotion you had for her. And she had been able to do it for almost two hundred years. Then Wanda happened.

The brunette was not going to run away from her own fault, she knew that it was all because of her, that her mistakes had accumulated a huge debt that you had ended up paying. At some point in her history, she had believed her own legend, she had believed that she really was the most powerful magical being in the world and that she could challenge the universe itself.

Her ambition had been enormous, and eating the world didn't seem like enough for her, so she'd gone after this magic, this bloody red magic, as intoxicating and tempting in the imagination as it was dangerous in essence. She believed Wanda to be a clumsy, pathetic girl with no skills, a puppet that would be easy to manipulate at her whim, she believed that she had the perfect victim, and she entered the spider's web without suspecting it.

She was wrong. She miscalculated and messed with the one witch no one should ever piss off. Wanda had awesome power, greater than any magic the brunette had ever known, but she was unstable, too broken by a cruel life that wouldn't stop beating her down. The redhead was fighting the demons she had created herself, and Agatha had entered the game just as the bomb was about to go off. And she got burned.

Once upon a time, she had sworn to protect you from everything, she had sworn to fight the universe itself if necessary, but she had not been able to even win against a witch who did not know her own power, she had bitten off more than she could chew and the universe laughed at her.

She could never forget the day she met you, but that moment was now fighting in her mind against the horrible vision of seeing you appear in front of her, absorbing Wanda's final attack. Your laughter would be confused with the memory of your cries of pain and she would never be able to think of you again, without her chest aching. Because you were dead.

Your lifeless body had fallen in front of her, your lifeless eyes pierced her soul, your expression of pain would remain frozen in time, and your stopped heart turned off hers too. She didn't even feel when Wanda absorbed her magic, she could only see you, dead, gone.

She was alone now, condemned to wander a ghost town, without magic, without life, without love. Only with a broken heart and a debt with the stars.

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a/n: I’m not even going to say that I’m sorry :)

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[smartycvnt]

The Calm

Title: The Calm

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Reader

Word Count: 1114

Ash knew that she was way in over her head. Magical beings was just barely in the realm of things that she could believe in. The briefing on Agatha Harkness had been brief, and read more like a warning than anything else. She was supposed to get as close as she possibly could to capturing her. Her chances of survival were slim to none, but Ash was prepared to sacrifice herself like any other soldier.

Hunting for a witch in the middle of a forest felt a little too on the nose, but this was where Agatha had supposedly run to. There were rumors among the locals that the forest was magical. They all seemed to fear it and the beings that lived there. Anything that wasn't meant to be there ended up getting spit out the other end looking worse for wear.

Ash felt like she had shown extreme caution as she made her way through the forest. Nothing was disturbed, and yet, she had still been captured. There was only so much that her technology could do when magic was involved, but Ash hadn't expected for things to go south so quickly.

"Let me go!" Ash shouted, but it was no use. "Let me go or else!"

"Or else what? What could you possibly do to me from there?" Agatha laughed. Ash struggled against her magical restraints, which only began to tighten around her even more. Ash was no stranger to being tied down, but this felt different. "Stop struggling or it'll kill you."

"You don't want to kill me. They'll only send others, soldiers with no problems about killing you," Ash tried to reason. Agatha turned around and leaned against the wall by where Ash was suspended. "I'm not here to kill you. We're not at war yet, ma'am."

"Ma'am? I like the sound of that. I'm going to have fun with you," Agatha said. Ash felt warm and flushed. There was no denying that Ash was attracted to Agatha. She was an attractive woman, one who Ash would have liked to chat up in a bar in different circumstances.

"You could send me back. I promise that I won't tell them I found you." Ash didn't like the way that Agatha was looking at her. There hadn't been anything about cannibalism in the file, but Ash wasn't about to learn where Agatha's lines were drawn.

"You're scared of me. You came stomping through the forest, but now you're scared. I guess you aren't as stupid as I thought you were, sweetheart. Now, tell me, who sent you?" Agatha tapped her finger against Ash's nose as she waited for an answer. "Come on, out with it."

"I'm military," Ash answered. Agatha seemed bored with that answer. She gave a quick flick of her wrist and let Ash down from the wall. Ash fell down onto her knees, but Agatha blocked her from getting up.

"You're more than that, you just don't know it yet. Go back and tell them nothing. I'll check up on you when I need you." Everything around Ash felt hazy as a thick fog rolled in. Ash felt a hand on her hip as her body was picked up and shoved. She stumbled forward for a few steps before she tripped over a tree root.

Ash landed on the ground with a thud. It wasn't the same as where she had just been. Ash could see the town once again. She looked behind her at the twisted trees that fenced in the horrors of the forest. There were no signs of Agatha anywhere, but Ash felt off.

The feeling followed her back home. Ash tried her best to distance herself as she looked into what happened to her. The doctors found no signs of anything aside from a small cut on her hip, but they attributed it to something that happened as she was running out of the forest. Ash knew better than that, but she didn't want to think about what would happen if she let it slip that she had met Agatha.

"I would have thought for sure you were with whatever SHIELD is calling themselves these days." Ash knew that Agatha had said she would check in, but Ash hadn't expected to see Agatha in person. The shock was clearly written on Ash's face, much to Agatha's amusement.

"Nope, just an unlucky soldier," Ash mumbled over the top of her drink. Agatha didn't quite agree with Ash's sentiment, but she wouldn't deny it. Their partnership would come to greatly benefit Ash if the two of them could pull this off. "Aren't you worried about someone recognizing you in public?"

"Not at all because you haven't told on me yet, so why would you now?" Agatha asked. Ash shrugged her shoulders as she downed the rest of her drink.

"They'd probably try me for treason, or worse…" Ash trailed off. She had been thinking a lot about that. No other assignments had been thrown her way yet, but Ash had been told to keep herself available. Whoever was writing her checks kept them coming despite the lack of work, so Ash had no problems doing what they wanted for the time being.

"You could always come with me. It's hard to find good help these days," Agatha teased. Ash knew that the suggestion was a legitimate one. The offer was tempting, but Ash wasn't quite so sure that she was ready to give up what had been her normal life, even as it was slowly slipping away from her. "Think about it."

"What ever happened to just getting to drink and chat people up?" Ash sighed. Agatha rested her head against her palm as she studied Ash. It was obvious to Agatha that Ash was a woman of purpose, one who had sacrificed a lot for the greater good. What happened in the forest had conflicted Ash to question her place in the world. If there were magical beings, what was the point of having someone seemingly so unspecial like her.

"Times are changing. Things have been set into motion that cannot be stopped. I can't promise many things when it's all over, but I know that you'll find your place," Agatha said. The words were somewhat reassuring, even if Ash knew that it wasn't a good thing. She had helped Agatha, and as whatever Agatha's plan was began, Ash would have to stand back and watch knowing that she helped to set it in motion. Agatha knew that it would weigh on Ash's conscious, but eventually, she hoped that the soldier would get over herself when the temptation of true power reared its head.

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[princesssmars]

✰ mars' marvel masterlist ✰

wanda maximoff

✰ its the most wonderful time of the year

vision

✰ its the most wonderful time of the year

matthew murdock

✰ succubus reader

peter "star-lord" quill

✰ starfire!reader falling for starmora

✰ buying things on earth

✰ wildfire

gamora

✰ starfire!reader falling for starmora

✰ buying things on earth

✰ wildfire

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[quicksilver-babeyy]

Hey, it's been a long time since I've last posted something. I'm planning on writing again but requests are still closed(asks are open though)

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[multifandomsimagine]

Imagine dating Darcy and her updating you about the Westview situation

——— Requested by anonymous ———

When Darcy was reached out to by S.W.O.R.D. about them needing her astrophysics expertise, she was explicitly told that this was meant to be kept under wraps. This was on a need-to-know basis and that she would be told more about the situation when they came to pick her up. But that did not stop her from telling you everything as soon as she hung up her phone. You were there with her and Jane when the whole situation with Thor came to be plus the two of you were dating. You two didn’t keep secrets from each other and it certainly wasn’t going to start now.

Which brought you to your current situation as you were sitting on your living room couch with a long forgotten book on your lap as Darcy was telling you all that had happened so far at Westview. Everything that was going on in the town was definitely more interesting than anything you could have watched on a streaming service which is why you waited for each call with much anticipation. “She keeps changing the decades. They're in the 80s now.”

Though you weren’t able to see her, you could almost imagine the animated movements she was making as she was trying to explain everything to you and the thought of it made you smile. You were about to say something when she suddenly let out a gasp.

“Oh! I didn’t even tell you the most shocking thing. She brought back her brother! Well kind of,” Darcy told you.

“What do you mean kind of?”

“She recast him!”

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[madwomansapologist]

the other magical girl in town | agatha harkness

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synopsis: After escaping from being burned alive, the last thing you expected to have to deal with was another witch. But its been a long time since things stopped going the way you expect them to go. Agatha wasn't the worst thing you faced this day.

warnings: gn!reader. cottage core romance! I'VE SAID COTTAGE CORE ROMANCE. a sequence to that.

Normally you would notice earlier that somebody was following you. From the village's core, to your remote cabin, was a long path to cross. In your defense, you thought you had killed everyone on this shitty village.

They said you sould your soul. What if you had? What if you had laid with the devil himself? Someone that was punished for making questions has more to add into your life than those that burned whoever don't fit into the norm.

The worst part is that you never done something against them. All you wanted was to rest, to learn, be comfortable. All you wanted was to enjoy your own life. But of course you're the one to blame for their destructive paranoias. That's tiring. Those constant chases, your life being torned apart by people that don't want to understand what the world has to offer.

And now you're the villain. From now on, anyone that ever think about what happened today will say that a heartless witch killed innocent people. No one will remember the person who was dragged by their hair while begging to be left alone. No one will say that maybe if they didn't want to die, they could have left you alone.

So be it. You were tired of this village anyway.

It was only when you landed in front of your cabin that you perceived it. What gave her away was the perfume. With the lavender plantations surrounding his house, it was hard to miss. That delicate peach aroma. Gentle, but present.

With that, you noticed the other signs. That shadow over your shoulders. The wind barrier behind you. You know your power. You know how strong you are, and how demolisher you can be. There is only one reason for someone to be right behind you. "What do you want, witch?"

Agatha landed on the floor, but didn't step furter. "I saw everything." She clenched her fists, looking at some point far away in the horizon. "It was cruel."

You turned to her, staring at her wide green eyes. Blue energy surrounded your hand, and you quickly thought about a rune or two that could be used if things went south. "So you want to play the hero? Will you avenge those poor innocent people? Go ahead. Try me."

"Your wrists." Agatha pointed at them. "Are they burning?"

That made you took a step back, surprised by the sudden change of subject. "What do you want?"

"I remember how it felt", Agatha told you. "The ropes against your skin, your muscles stretched, you heartbeats louder than you conscience. And the fear. I still feel it. To know that you were nothing but something that should rot."

You didn't move as she approached. Didn't flinch when she touched your hand. Didn't struggle when she stroked your rope-bruised wrists. You did nothing but watch her.

"I killed them too", she caressed your skin. It was so gentle, so caring. So different from her words. "And I would do it again. I would kill anyone, no matter what it takes, that ever made me feel like that again."

"Why?" Your mouth freed the words before you could chose what you would say. "Why did they hurted you?"

"Because I knew more than they wanted me to", she raised your hand to her face, and left a delicate kiss on the thin skin. She rubbed her nose against your skin, the cold air sending goosebumps up your arms. "Because they couldn't handle to look at me and see what they would never be."

"Do you fear me?" You whispered, unable to look away from her eyes. It was so easy to get lost in her immensity.

Agatha smiled against your hand. She shook her head, breathing your sweet scent. "Do you?"

The answer came in the form of an invitation. Agatha entered your house, sat in your kitchen, ate your food. You talked about the past, about the bonfire, about the sky. And for a few hours, you forget. About all those horrible things that just happened.

It was only you, Agatha, and the cold breeze.

As the days pass, the need to find a new place to live becomes lost. There were many villages nearby, places to buy food and anything else needed, and with the right runes you made the abandoned village forgotten. But there was no reason to pretend that she wasn't the reason you wanted to stay there.

That Agatha teaching you about runes in your room wasn't worth the trips to the distant market. That she failing at baking a cake wasn't worth the power it took from you to hide the village. That Agatha massaging your wrists wasn't worth everything.

"I just don't see why", you told her. Lying on your bed, your hair spread across the sheet, you stared at the ceiling of the cabin. "To find somewhere safe, invent a new story, put on so much effort just to live somewhere else. I pretty much rather stay there."

"We could live in castles. Surrounded by important, inteligent people. Or we could go to a different country. I heard that Germany is pretty this time of the year", Agatha turned over in bed, lying on her side to face you. She tucked your hair behind your ear. Agatha didn't let her hand go away from you. "Anywhere but Spain."

You giggle at her words. "Are you serious?"

"Unless you want to get burned alive..."

"No", you interrupted her. "You say 'we'. Did you meant that?"

Agatha caressed your ear, playing with your lobe. "My beautiful enchantress, sweet little witch, would you like to travel with me? To met different people, stay on different places, live infinite lives? Would you do that with me? Forever and evermore?"

"Yes", you grabbed her hand, pulling it closer to your mouth. You kissed each of her knuckles. "Yes, I do."

Agatha held his face as if it were the most delicate thing in the world. As if it were the greatest treasure she had ever seen in her long life. "Anywhere but Spain?

"Anywhere but Spain."

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[fakeagatha]

could i req. agatha harkness x reader getting drunk and just start roasting vision and then wanda hears and is mad but agatha and reader just cant stop laughing?

Please tell me if you spot any grammatical errors!

DrunkaVision | Agatha Harkness x Reader

Summary: You and Agatha get ridiculously drunk and are laughing at everything as you start making comments towards Vision, making Wanda annoyed.

Words: 522

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It was a special day for Wanda's family in Westview, as it was the twins' birthday. Her boys were growing up so fast, so she had a small gathering for them to celebrate.

She had invited Monica, You, Agatha, Dottie, and a few of the other neighbors round to their house that evening.

The adults had wine, the majority only one glass, but you and Agatha had other plans.

You only had a few glasses by the time everyone started leaving and the boys had fallen asleep on the patio couches, leaving the two of you with the couple.

Vision was tired too, so he accidentally switched back to his robot self involuntarily. Of course you and Agatha know about his true form since you are both playing your roles in this world, but you had to act surprised when he was revealed.

Wanda panicked, and quickly cast a spell on you, giving you the idea that Vision had just explained to the both of you who he really was as he showed himself.

Obviously you also had to pretend that the spell worked, so you started congratulating him for being open with you.

That was until the alcohol started to kick in half an hour later.

You giggled, "Vision, can you like, drink water?" You asked, smirking.

Agatha cackled next to you, smacking your thigh.

"Why is that so funny..? Wanda questioned you both, a look of concern on her face.

"I don't know!" Agatha laughed, as she continued to slap your thigh. "Y/n, I think- I think they're mad at us..." She cackled again, tearing up.

Vision was completely dumbfounded, "No, I can't drink..." he wasn't quite sure what was going on, his expression being one of concern. "Uhm, Wanda dear, are they drunk?" He asked his wife and she sighed, "Yes honey, they are."

Agatha cleared her throat, "Have you ever had alcohol?"

"Aggs! He just said he can't even drink drink!"

You both started cackling again, and Wanda bit her tongue, before she finally spoke up.

"I think it's time for the both of you to shut up and go home."

Still laughing at the two of them, Agatha flipped them off as she grabbed your arm and started dragging you along with her back to your shared house.

Wanda and Vision were silent, the Scarlet Witch pinching the bridge of her nose while the other was just lost in thought.

"Is that how you'll behave soon if you continue drinking?" He looked over to her.

She smirked, "Vision, they were absolutely pissed, they probably had something to drink beforehand," She scoffed. "I don't think I'll be getting to that level tonight."

Meanwhile, you and Agatha were tumbling down the street, laughing for no reason as you could barely even see. You struggling to unlock the door made the witch laugh even harder, causing her to literally fall over, which of course, resulted in you going into another fit.

When you woke up in the morning, you found yourselves sleeping in the bathtub together. God knows how that happened, but you wouldn't trade it for the world.

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[romeulusroy]

Imagine being an ex-villain who makes Jimmy nervous:

"Is this what you get paid to do?"

"Ah!" Jimmy nearly jumped out of his skin. Shit. You were always doing that. It used to be part of your act, to sneak up on people when they least expected it, announcing your presence to the world, announcing your villainous plan to whoever listened. Since you joined the "good side" Jimmy was having a hard time adjusting to your entrances. He thought he could get you, catch you, but when he sprang up you were nowhere to be seen, only for you to tap him on the shoulder and startle him again. To say he didn't trust you was an understatement. All the stuff you've done, he was sure nothing could balance out that kind of karma. And yet, they needed you. You were the one helping them with Wanda, with everything. He was sure, without your help, they would have made the situation even worse.

"Didn't mean to scare you." You held up your hands, defensive. If you had a white flag you would have raised it. Jimmy didn't trust you. That was understandable. A lot of the agents didn't trust or like you either, but they needed you and your powers to save the people of Westview. You truly have written off your villainous ways. That was a past life, something you were almost too embarrassed to look back on. You'd done a lot of bad things. If you could help in any way, you would. You wouldn't waste your breath on apologies, actions spoke louder than words. So far you've pointed them in the right direction, wanting every move to be calculated and delicate. If anything went wrong, no one knew what would happen. Unfortunately for everyone else, it was up to you to save the day. It was a new thing g for all of you.

"You didn't."

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[msminutes]

✦ - about me + mini masterlist!

“what a plot twist you were.”

hi, i am bella! i’m part of the wwe, marvel, aew, stranger things, and star wars fandoms <3 i also write stories from time to time so feel free to send in requests !

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[hypnoagathaharknesscomicshorse]

question

does anybody know how to make like a proper tumblr account? like I'm talking, "ask me anything" or "Request" tabs under the heading? If anybody could help me out that would be great!

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