Do u think everything would be way different if the Scarlet witch is the invencible universe? No like marvel and invencible universe as a whole but just her.
I’ll be interesting seeing a scarlet with reader x mark. Specifically since I don’t think nobody stand a chance against her, maybe Wanda but definitely not the Scarlet Witch(Which she’s the one that ended up there)
Think about it, season 1 Nolan and Debbie took her in. In a middle of a fight a portal open out of nowhere and a girl came out of it, but like if someone push her from the other side(America C. Girl tried to take her powers to bring back her brother but she was teleported to another universe with the Dark hold included but the book end up in another planet). The ones that took a lot at her, just saw she was just an unconscious girl and the GDA took her in(I mean she came out of a star shape portal).
Since magic is not a strong point in the series and specially not a foreign kind of magic I think what people would not suspect a thing.
Since she’s crazy for the effects of the book, the sorrow and grief, the search for the book at all cost, noticing that mark could help her to find it.
Not trusting Nolan because she knows what’s going on in his head but not saying anything but she’ll be worse once she gets her hand on that book to bring back the brother that she lost.
Seeing that even tho her mind is infected by the chaos is still a hero at heart and helping out mark in the process to not let people die(since that happens a lot).
Maybe love could heal a person whos life been always suffering.
(Plus I’ll be awesome if you add for the Chicago incident she’ll know what would happen and take the people out of the city before those two could start to fight, mind control)
Love your fics and keep going girl, love your fics ❤️
Thanks for reading my crazy idea 🫶🏻
The Witch’s Book
“I used to think of myself one way but after this, I am something else. And still me, I think. But that's not what everyone else sees.”
Mark Grayson X Scarlet Witch! Reader
Part One of ???
Part One (Here) -> Part Two (WIP)
w/c: 1.1k
a/n: Oooh boy another mini series— I’ve also realized that a lot of my Readers end up waking up in a hospital.. It’s a cliche for me at this point. Next parts will be longer, but I needed to set everything up first—
It was the third time.
The third time the Flaxans had tried to invade. And they all hoped it would be the last.
The air was already split open with that familiar, sickly red portal. Ships poured through in waves. Buildings had already taken hits, the road was collapsing in on itself and in shambles. Smoke curled upward in thick, choking columns.
Mark hovered midair, fists clenched, eyes darting between the dimensional invaders. The one with the large scar, a general he had to guess if the cape and it barking orders was anything to go by.
“Robot, tell me you’ve got something,” Eve called, ducking as a blast scorched shot past her. She constructed a javelin and sent it back.
“Attempting to locate the temporal emitters,” Robot replied, calm as ever. “Disabling them remains our most efficient strategy.”
“Yeah, no kidding—”
“I see it!” Rex snapped, flipping backward just in time. He hurled a charged coin straight into the cannon’s barrel.
“Uh… Robot?”
Mark turned just in time to see it.
The portal was glitching.
The edges of it warped inward, then stretched too far out, like something was pulling at it from the other side. The red glow deepened, darkened, until it wasn’t just the swirling red anymore.
“I… do not recognize this,” Robot said.
And that was probably the scariest part. In the little time Mark knew Robot, he didn’t not know things.
It was like something he vaguely remembered seeing in his science classes. A small piece pinched off of the main portal. But it looked a whole lot less stable. Warping and changing colors until it looked like something completely different
Until it looked like a star.
A bright white, shimmering, five-point star.
With a wail, a flash of blinding red tore across the battlefield as something shot out of the new portal.
A woman. And that’s when Mark realized, she was the one screaming. Hand outstretched like she’d been pushed through unwillingly.
She hit the pavement hard enough to crater it, the sickening crack of it echoing louder than any explosion before it.
You don’t wake up gently. Consciousness slammed into you.
Your head throbs, each beat sending sharp, splitting pain from temple to temple.
White ceiling. Sterile smell. Machines.
A hospital. You were in a hospital.
You sat up too fast, pain lances through your skull, but you grit your teeth through it, dragging yourself upright anyway.
Your hands clutched at the thin hospital blanket. This was wrong.
Wrong, wrong, wrong.
This isn’t where you’re supposed to be.
“America Chavez…” you whispered, voice hoarse, as a sneer pulled at your lips.
No. No, no, no!
You were so close! You had it! Pietro was right there!
Your breath hitched, something wild and desperate clawing up your chest as you forced yourself to your feet. The room tilted violently, but you ignored it. Pain didn’t matter. None of it mattered.
You needed to find it.
The Darkhold.
With it, you could make your way back, and get your plan back on track.
Your fingers curled, trembling slightly, and red flickered to life at your fingertips. Unstable as usual.
And for a moment, you just stared at it. Then sighed with relief. “Good…”
You tore the IV from your arm without hesitation. The sting barely registered, a thin line of blood trailing down your skin. The machines behind you erupted into frantic noise as you pulled the sensors from your body.
But before you could cross the room, the door slid open and chaos met you on the other side.
“Wait! Ma’am, you can’t—”
Doctors rushed forward, hands outstretched, voices overlapping in panic. One of them grabbed your arm, pulling you back to the hospital bed.
Your head snapped toward them, your patience was all but drained. “You need to let go.”
Still, another tried to step in front of you.
You moved past them like they weren’t there, you had places to go and things to find. You wouldn’t let these doctors get in your way. The lights above flickered as you entered the hallway, your bare feet silent against the cold floor.
Alarms began to echo through the corridor, which didn’t help the headache that still stabbed at your temples.
Odd looking armed soldiers quickly poured into the hall ahead, rifles raised. More behind you. And more appearing in the used to be empty rooms to your sides.
Boxed in.
Great.
Your gaze swept over them, unimpressed and irritated. They couldn’t do more than slow you down, but even that ticked you off. You didn’t have time to spare on nobodies.
“I’m leaving,” you told them, voice low.
One of them stepped forward. “Ma’am, you’re in a secured facility. You are not authorized to—”
Your head tilted slightly, an empty scoff leaving you. “Oh, you don’t understand. I wasn’t asking.”
A faint red glow began to bloom around your hands again, curling like smoke. You could feel the charge in the air. Feel everything, touch everything.
It’s easy now.
You could hear the click of safeties being disengaged.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” you continued, quieter now, like you were trying to talk to children. “But I will if I have to.”
“Stand down!” the lead soldier barked.
“Alright,” a new voice cut in, calm, controlled.
Everyone paused.
The soldiers hesitated as a man stepped through their line like he owned the space, because clearly, he did.
The older, scarred man didn’t raise his voice. He had the arrogance to believe he didn’t need to. “Let’s not turn this into something messy.”
Behind him stood a costumed hero.
Goggles blocked his eyes, but you could feel his awareness on you. Anxiety and pity rolled off of him like suffocating fog.
“You were hurt,” he stammered before he could stop himself. “We brought you here.”
Your gaze snapped to him, narrowing. “I’m not anymore, am I?”
Your attention shifted back to the older man “Move.”
“I get the feeling,” he said evenly, “that wherever you came from, things didn’t go your way.”
Your jaw tightened. He wasn’t exactly helping your mood.
“But you’re not doing yourself any favors by starting a fight here,” he continued. “Especially not when we might be able to help you.”
That only irritated you more. Cause what could these people do that you couldn’t?
“You can’t help me,” you snapped.
“Maybe not,” he admitted with a shrug. “But assuming I’ve got resources you don’t. Information you don’t. You can’t exactly make that gamble, can you?”
His gaze sharpened slightly. “Definitely not when you don’t even know where you are.”
“I don’t care where I am,” you said, voice quieter now, but no less intense. “I will find what I’m looking for. And I will leave. Simple.”
The man’s expression didn’t change. But something cold and calculated settled behind his eyes.
“Then let’s make sure,” he said, “But you don’t have to tear apart my facility to do it.”
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Best Friend! Wanda Maximoff first notices you when she and her brother Pietro Maximoff arrive at the Avengers Tower. While everyone else is cautious around her, you treat her like a normal person instead of something dangerous.
Best Friend! Wanda Maximoff is confused at first because most people fear her powers, but you simply ask questions about her magic and Sokovia instead of judging her.
Best Friend! Wanda Maximoff slowly begins to sit next to you during quiet moments in the tower. Sometimes you don’t even talk, you just exist in the same space, which feels comforting to her.
Best Friend! Wanda Maximoff trusts you enough to let you feel her magic brush your mind gently. Instead of fear, she feels warmth and understanding from you, which surprises her.
Best Friend! Wanda Maximoff becomes very protective once the fighting against Ultron begins. If you’re anywhere near the battlefield, she stays close without even realizing she’s doing it.
Best Friend! Wanda Maximoff panics the first time you get hurt during the battle in Sokovia. Her red magic explodes around her as she pushes enemies away just to get to you.
Best Friend! Wanda Maximoff quietly holds your hand afterward while the Avengers regroup, her thumb tracing small circles on your skin as if she’s reassuring herself that you’re still there.
Best Friend! Wanda Maximoff doesn’t say it out loud very often, but after losing her home and her brother, having you beside her makes the world feel a little less empty.
Best Friend! Wanda Maximoff might not always be good with words, but she shows her love through small things, sitting with you during sleepless nights, protecting you in battle, and letting you see the softer side of her that most people never do.
Best Friend! Wanda Maximoff knows that after everything she’s lost you’re the closest thing she has to home.
There are new faces in the town, Allison grive her aunt with scott by her side. Jackson find himself in unexpected predicament. Peter still there and Issac becomes your normalcy while trying search for way to bring back peter alive at same to prevent your grams death.
.→✒️:★: ͜͡✿͜͡ →. Im building up lore for scarlet phoenix for the past days it's tiring bro goggle and thesaurus hate to see me coming.
The walk to the grill was peaceful since stiles is stuck in detention and scott with Allison at Kate’s funeral. Things have been somewhat clam.
You glance at him, his black eye is relatively gone though, exhaustion clear on his face. “How did you do the test?”
Issac turns his head before lowering his head, “It’s not good.” He mumbles voice meek, his hands gripping tight on straps of his bag.
“It just a small test Issac, you can improve again. Don’t stress about it.” the grills come into view Issac nods before hastily stepping ahead of you holding the door open for you making you smile.
The two of you order cool drinks the conversation between the two of you flow easily Issac eyes lights up every time he speaks about everything, he’s interested about he’s excited like a golden retriever and your cheeks starts to hurt from the smile stretched on your face but it’s impossible not smile. He hung on to every word that leaved your lips, his eyes tracing every single movement of yours like he’s in trance a mystified smile on his face the both of you remain like that until the night starts to arrive.
Everything was fine until peter showed up reminding of things that you need to do, Issac offers to walk you home as well. The two of you walk in silence until your home comes in to vision.
“So, I know its not an ideal date but would let me have another proper one?” he asks his voice is more confident and cheerful his body doesn’t have any trace of awkwardness nor its tense.
You chuckle a little, not paying mind to Peter who groan behind Issac “Saturday I’m free.”
“Yeah, I see you tomorrow.” but he doesn’t leave his gaze shifting from your face to lips making you chuckle again, stepping closer you kiss his cheeks.
“See you tomorrow.” you whisper in his ear watching it turns red you walks towards your home Issac wave at you.
Peter rolls his eyes walking behind you “You could do so much better you know, someone more powerful”
“Like You. Yeah right” opening your fridge and pulling out a water bottle and drinks it, peter grins coming to stand next you.
“I was thinking about someone else” he leans closer to you “but I’m open to it, maybe after you turns 18, sweetheart”
You give him deadpan look “Grams I’ve some things to do. I’ll come home later.” You yell opening the backdoor and before leaving peter on your tail.
“Now let’s get some work done.”
You pant laying down on the grass “I can’t do it.” peter stand beside your head an unimpressed look on his face. You been trying to bring back a dead plant for hours, and a lot other things happened other than that.
It withered a lot more.
it started to smoke before you set it on fire accidently.
you repeat the same mistake again.
“That’s because you’re not doing it right.”
You pout “I’m trying.” You turn to left side away from him Peter glance at the withered plant, he kneels next to you.
“Sit up now.” His voice lacks the playfulness that you were getting used to making you tense, sitting up slowly you turn to him.
He picks the dry leaf off your hair “Remember what you did at the Hale house.” You nod “You did that yourself and you can do more.”
“I’m trying. I really am.”
Peter shakes his head “You’re trying too hard; you have to let it flow.” He says your name “At the house what was going through your mind?”
You glance at the flower “I just wanted to show derek I’m not crazy, that I know what I am doing.”
He leans closer “And you did, you showed him what you’re capable of but that’s not your limit.” He says like he so sure of himself and its give you confident his gaze gleamed with amazement. He says your name with pride “You can do anything that you put your mind into.”
“Derek wouldn’t like if I brought you back nor does my friends.” You whispered absented minded.
The gear in his head starts to turn he sighed shaking his head at you, a dark look cross his face unknown to you.
“I know you can heal.”
“How did you know that?”
Peter shrugs “I live in your head remember.” He stares at your face making you frown at his blank face. “You’re protecting yourself from me, your mind is strong, I guess that’s why you don’t remember what you did.” He ponders the last words quietly.
“Oh, I do, I’m still upset that she got hurt and little embarrassed I broke down Infront of derek of all people.” you chuckle in disbelief.
Peter’s lip curled in sinister smirk but it goes as soon as it came, his face twisting into worried look “You really don’t remember!”
Something in his voice makes you nervous “What are you taking about?”.
“I don’t know if you should know that, clearly there is a reason why you forgot that.” He squeezes your shoulder.
Your thoughts start to go crazy trying to remember what peter is talking so seriously about “What did I do? I don’t remember, peter.”
He weights whether he should tell you or not “You tried to kill the Salvatore bothers last night.”
“What?” your voice came out strangled wide eyes stared lost at him. peter comes closer taking hold on your shoulders.
“I know you were furious that he hurt your sister, but I never seen anyone so ruthless and murderous as you were last night.” His voice imprints on your mind making you dazed his voice seems to bounce around your head making your heart beat fast hypervalent you shake your head trying to move away from, but peters fingers dig into your temple holding you close. “I…. won’t…. hurt anyone…”
“But I didn’t let it happen; I pulled you back.” He cares your cheeks “I didn’t want to become a killer. I saved you” he wipes your tears.
His honeyed voice clouded your thoughts “You are not a killer, are you?” you shake your head lips wobbling head bowed.
He nods “that’s right, you are not because of me.” Peter lifts your head up his hand on your neck, his runs his knuckle down your cheeks “you can’t take life but you can give life, just like you’re about do this plant and then to me.”
“Now you’re going to sit few minutes in silent and try again” his voice is commanding making you nod.
You exhale sitting on your knee your hands flexed a green mist manifest itself on your palm, directing your palm towards the plant gently the green surge of power penetrates through the surface of the plant and it the deep you can feel it. the plant starts rise, hunched and darkened leaves starts to become green a flower starts to bloom as the green mist fades.
You laugh in disbelief as the plant stands radiating, you touch the leaves feeling the rough texture of the leaf then the flower a white flower smooth, you look at your trembling hands as Peter stands above you with satisfied grin on his face.
A pang on his heart that he quickly pushed aside.
On the other side scott chase the werewolf that running away from him until it gets caught on one of the Argents traps. The werewolf whimper in pain but before scott can help him some one stops him
“Wait! Stop!” he yells but derek drags him away from there “What are you doing? I can help him!”
“They're already here.” He hisses holding Scott tight not letting him break free
“I can help him!”
“Quiet!”
Chris Argent walks towards the Werewolf before electrocuting him forcing it to shift back to human form one hunter throw a jack at him as one held riffle at his neck.
“Who are you? What are you doing here?” Chris questions his hands holding on to his gun tight.
The werewolf covering himself kneeling look at hunters with fear “Nothing. Nothing, I swear.”
“You're not from here, are you?” the werewolf doesn’t answer just look at the ground shivering under their eyes.
“Are you???” Chris repeats loudly startling the already petrified werewolf
“No. No, I came-I came looking for the Alpha. I heard he was here. That's all.” He whimpers “Look, I didn't do anything. I didn't hurt anyone. No one living. He wasn't alive in the ambulance. He wasn't, I swear.” The man pleaded his has tears in his eyes.
“Gentlemen! Take a look at a rare sight! You wanna tell them what we've caught?” Gerard steps out walking towards them he turns to look at Chris who stands unimpressed through the whole ordeal.
“An Omega.”
“The lone wolf! Possibly kicked out of his own pack, or the survivor of a pack that was hunted down, maybe even murdered... and possibly alone by his own choice... Certainly not a wise choice... Because, as I am about to demonstrate... an Omega rarely survives on his own.” Gerad takes the sword out walking towards the wolf.
From their hiding sight Derek and Scott watches “Look. Look. Look at them! You see what they do? This is why you need me-- why we need each other. The only way to fight them is together.”
“What are they doing” Scott watches with worry as the man approach the werewolf who started whimper and plead for his life just then his sense pick up another scent in the air feeling derek tense behind he knows that his mind isn’t messing with him.
The werewolf closes his eyes waiting for the sword to pierce through his guts but a voice soft it “Uhm, what are you doing?.” the werewolf opens his eyes and see you the wolf inside him pick up the powerful aura inside you making him whine at you.
Chris stands stunned at your sudden appearance Gerad too stands stunned; you hold your phone up taking a quick photo of him standing with sword and the man on the ground.
“Oh my god.” Scott whisper holding his face in his hands
Gerad glance at Chris “Kid you shouldn’t be here, this is not what it looks like.”
You tilt your head to side staring at Gerad “Sorry to bust your bubble, everything just screams murder here.” You point at around him.
Chris sighs saying your name “Go home.” Your name seems to perk up Gerad interest as he lowers the sword his annoyance gone its replaced with some twisted amusement that made Scott and derek even Chris to tense around in their place.
“Ha, it’s you. I’ve been wanting to meet you myself. Guess my daughter wasn’t wrong after all.” Gerad says walking towards you.
You frown “Okey, not creepy at all?” Chris walk towards you before Gerad can reach you getting hold on your bicep.
“Go, home. You have nothing to do here.”
The werewolf shift in his place “NO, please save me. I never killed anyone.” He cries making you turns to him. all of you turns to him, you glance at him your mind racing he wasn’t lying you know that for sure.
Gerad turns to the werewolf with hatred and pure disgust in his eyes, before walking towards him again his hands gripping the sword.
“You can’t kill him; you have a code.” You yell at him before glancing at Chris who stands beside you.
“She’s right. We have a Code.” He hisses those words to the man watching him gripping the sword. No one sees the dark mist that manifested on your palm expect for peter and he watches it as it also appears around the hunters’ head and eyes.
“Not when they murder my daughter. No Code. Not anymore. From now on, these things are just bodies waiting to be cut in half. Are you listening?” you scoff loudly making him turn his head towards you.
Ripping your hands from Chris hold you walk towards Gerad the other hunters lift their riffles at you making Chris to yell at them to not to.
“Your daughter is psychotic bitch that preyed on a teenage boy, killed several innocent people and tried to kill me as well, you think I’m not gonna let you do that this innocent man as well.”
“He’s no man, he’s just an animal.” He yells sneering down at the man with disgust.
You raise your brow at him “the only animal that’s here is you.” Gerad takes a step towards you but you get pulled back by Chris again.
“She’s kid, I’ll make her leave.” He starts to pull you away making you trash around him the werewolf starts to plead to save him.
“Chris let go!” you feel the space around you closing in trapping in you, the only thing you can feel is fear, fear for your life? was it even your fear?
You’re standing there unable to do anything, surrounded by the hunters, the fear in their eyes too real. The air feels heavy around you as if everything is teetering on the edge of chaos. But then, a shift. A spark of something deep within you—unseen, barely understood, but undeniably there.
Your hands tremble, not with fear, but with a strange surge of energy. The green mist you’ve conjured before flares brightly in your palms, but this time, something else follows—a red aura that wraps around the air, distorting reality itself. You focus on the sight of the man about to die, and the illusion forms: you see the sword that’s about pierce his flesh, feel the cold fear in your chest—but it’s not real.
Gerad pulls the sword lifting it up “Because I don't care if they're wounded and weak or seemingly harmless, begging for their life with the promise that they will never, ever hurt anyone...” he stabs the sword into his stomach before cutting him half. “Or some desperate, lost soul with no idea what they're getting into...”
Chris let you go his face is filled with guilt as he looks at you then the werewolf who’s now dead.
The world seems to bend around you, and for a moment, you’re not sure if it’s your mind or something greater pulling the strings. But then, you see the hunters’ faces—a flash of doubt.
You focus, the red mist beginning to swirl around the man’s body like a silent storm, bending reality itself. It’s easier than you expected, but still, you feel the power prickling at the edges of your senses, almost alive. You’ve never done this before, not to this extent, and it’s both thrilling and terrifying. The world shifts—the way the hunters’ weapons seem to dull, the way the smell of blood fades into a strange, static calm. The illusion takes root in their minds, and you feel their panic as they begin to question what they’re seeing. You’re doing it, but at what cost?
For a moment, it feels like the energy might slip away from you, but you push forward, solidifying the illusion. The man’s body is whole again in their minds—untouched, alive. You feel a surge of pride, followed by an ache in your chest as the power slips from your control, leaving you breathless.
For a split second, everything falls into place. The man’s body is torn in two, but you know—you feel—the truth. He’s not hurt. He’s perfectly fine. The hunters are trapped in a reality you’ve woven, and you have the power to decide when it ends.
“We find them. We kill them. We kill them all.” Gerad declares staring down at ‘dead werewolf’ before walk towards you and Chris. “Come on Chris.”
Chris turns to you “Go home.” His eyes were guilty was it for killing the innocent wolf or was it making you witness the brutality.
Scott and derek stands straight from their crouched position, a worried look on their face when your eyes get rolled back swaying sideways Scott and derek rush but they stumble a sudden mist of red explode like smoke before it disappears.
Scott yelps when dead man stands beside him derek claws comes out but the man is too busy staring at your unconscious figure than to notice it. Scott puzzled beyond make his way towards you.
He lay your head on his lap gently trying to shake you awake “Derek,what did just happened now?” he looks at man.
“You were dead. how are you?” he glances between them, derek glance at man warily before making his way towards him and you.
“She saved me.” He whispered looking at your figure, his eyes wide- but not in relief, but in something close to worship.
“How did she do that?” scott mumbled holding you close his eyes trace your face, you look like you’re in a peaceful sleep. “I mean I know she can heal and read minds, but this is something else.”
The man step towards them making them tense Scott and Derek share a knowing glance not liking the way the man eyeing you down. “The better question what can’t she do?”
Derek stands speeding stopping the man before he can reach even two feet near you, especially when you’re in a vulnerable state. his eyes flashes making the omega falter into submission. “What do you mean?”
“She is more powerful than I thought.” The omega utters unsettling derek and scott.
“You been watching her?” scott voiced out loud, derek snarl at the omega making him falter his gaze finally leave you, meeting the red glare eyes of the alpha.
“How long have you been watching her and why?”
The omega shrinks back “I was not going to hurt her; I was following your scent when I found you with her.”
Derek heart drop to his stomach was he really carless and oblivious to a werewolf lurking around you, even with his new powered status shouldn’t be more aware of his surroundings.
“I was curious about her power nothing more.” He continued with bewildered look on his face.
Scott gathers you in his arms standing up he can feel your phone vibrating repeatedly and he can guess who is that.
“Now that I found you. I wanna join your pack.” The omega looks earnestly at derek, derek thinks before a moment before shaking his head making the omega frown.
“The Argents thinks you’re dead, it should stay that way. You need to get out of here.”
The man’s eyes widen in disbelief “But I came all this way to join your pack. And I can’t go back there is another hunters outside this town.”
Derek clenches his jaw “You staying here won’t be good to any of us. If they got the wind of you that you’re alive, its gonna led them to her and I’m not gonna let it happen. You need to leave.”
“But alp- “
Derek snarl at the omega again flashing his eyes, his emotions is all over the place “It wasn’t a request. You’re gonna leave as soon you can.” The omega shrinks back he warily glance at them before running off into the darkness.
Witches Can Be Good | Supernatural x Scarlet Witch! Reader - Part 4
I never leave a story uncompleted even if I give it a trashy ending >:)
I'm sorry, I really tried but my inspiration for this book has literally run dry TwT
I also forgot to post this on tumblr haha sorry….
Part 1 *~* Part 2 *~* Part 3 *~* Part 4 (You are here)
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Y/n was angry.
No, she was more than angry.
Wandering around her new neighborhood, she searched for something to do. Any way to find the Winchesters and beat it into their brains that they couldn't get rid of her now, even if they tried.
Deciding to walk around to ease her anger, Y/n went on a walk, taking a trail in a nearby forest. But as she walked deeper and deeper, she felt a familiar force reeling her in.
"A Darkhold? But I thought I..."
"Oh? What were you thinking-" Agatha narrowly dodged the pulse of energy Y/n had sent in her direction the second she heard her voice. The chaos magic had hit a tree, causing it to start to fall over, but Y/n stopped it, quickly repairing it.
"What did you do? What did you tell them?" Y/n interrogated the other witch, her eyes narrowed with suspicion.
"Nothing but the truth dear, now, I don't suppose you'd hand that book over to me, huh?" Agatha mostly spoke to herself, but still smiled that horrible smile that Y/n had grown to hate.
"No. Never. How did you escape-" Suddenly, the Darkhold in Y/n's hands sucked her in, the book dropping to the ground, rattling a bit.
Agatha laughed, picking up the book as it shook. "You see, I made myself such a wonderful friend. Demons can be so charming, you know? And they offer great deals, it was 50% off on this outfit, you see? Ah, well I suppose you can't see, just hear."
The fake Darkhold shook once more in Agatha's hold, causing her to laugh, "Don't worry my dear, you'll reunite with those brothers soon. Or rather, their dead bodies, but you're used to that, aren't you?"
Agatha's eyes turned black as she smiled widely, the book shaking aggressively.
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Sitting in the blank space, perhaps even more angry than she was before, Y/n had tried everything to get out on her own, yet nothing.
"Hey Siri, call Dr. Strange."
"Calling, Dr. Strange."
Y/n lied down next to her phone as she waited for her friend to pick up.
"Have you already caused trouble?" Dr. Strange's voice came through the phone, sounding amused.
Y/n chuckled weakly, "Actually, I'm the one in trouble. For some reason I'm trapped in this book and I can't get out."
It was silent for a minute before Strange started laughing, causing Y/n to pout. "Don't laugh at me! Help me!"
"Okay, okay! But you gotta admit, this is really funny."
"Ha. Ha. Oh, by the way, Agatha somehow escaped my spell and she made a deal with a devil."
"You couldn't have started with that?!"
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It was supposed to be a regular hunt.
Perhaps even a simple hunt. A quick salt and burn with a ghost. But as they were checking out the abandoned house where the ghost sightings were, the simple hunt began to be not so simple.
'Of course.' Sam thought to himself as he spotted the sulfur. 'There's never a simple hunt.'
"Demon." Dean pointed out the obvious, "So it hasn't been a ghost killing people."
"No, that can't be." Sam shook his head. "There has to be a ghost because it explains everything else we found. Unless the demon is pretending to be a ghost."
"I'm not pretending at all- no don't shoot! Or I'll kill your witch, Winchesters!" Agatha quickly defended as Dean and Sam pointed their guns at her when she had suddenly appeared.
"She's in a safe place, you're dying today."
"Is she really?" Agatha grinned as her eyes turned black once more, holding up a book that was shaking angrily in her hold. "She hasn't stopped trying to get out of here for a second, really I commend her for her effort."
Both of them stiffened, they weren't in a good position, and Y/n's life was in Agatha's hands, literally.
"What do you want." Dean kept his eyes narrowed, his gun still pointed at Agatha.
"Simple. Die." Agatha threw bursts of purple at the two, causing them to leap away to the nearest cover. The old house slowly started to collapse as Agatha kept throwing balls of energy, the demon within her laughing at the power it had possessed. Cornering Sam, Agatha raised her hands, ready to fire.
"No!" Dean quickly leaped in front of his brother, bracing himself.
.
.
.
It was silent for a few moments before both Dean and Sam opened their eyes to find that Agatha's powers kept collapsing on itself.
"Dean, c'mon!" Sam pulled his brother with him as he stumbled to get up and out of the house.
Knowing that they were at a disadvantage to fight Agatha, the two quickly got into the Impala, Sam forcing his brother as he protested a bit.
"But Y/n-!"
"We'll save her, but not now. We saw Agatha's powers. We need to go back."
"Sam, I am not leaving Y/n with that witch-"
Sam gripped Dean's arm, "Y/n is powerful, we know that. Agatha can't defeat her. We need a plan, now."
Calming down, Dean stepped on the gas, driving back to the bunker.
As they entered Sam quickly went to the DVDs, picking out WandaVision. He needed to learn anything about Agatha, multitasking as he pulled out all the books he had about witches. Dean studied Agatha's personality, hating her even more and more.
"Find anything?"
"Other than that she's a b1tch? No."
Suddenly a knock came at the door and the brothers paused. Then came a crash.
"Really? No one came to answer the door? How rude." Agatha laughed her black eyes looking coldly at the brothers.
Sam noticed the lack of a certain book in her hands. "What did you do to her?"
"Ah, she decided to run off, but oh well. I need to complete my side of the deal anyways before I deal with her." Agatha shrugged, her hands ready once more as the Winchesters aimed their guns.
The second Agatha threw a purple orb of energy, the brothers fired their guns loaded with their witch-killing bullets. Agatha's body fell backwards, laughing weakly as she spit out blood, but her eyes widened as the purple orb faded before it could hit the brothers.
"H-how...?"
"Weren't you the one who taught me this, Agatha?" a familiar voice sounded from the door, sounding exhausted and angry. "In a given space only the witch that cast the runes can use her magic."
"Y/n!" Both Dean and Sam exclaimed in relief. Y/n glanced at them, giving them a small smile before stepping towards the struggling Agatha, who was now bounded in red chains with a flick from Y/n's finger.
"The second the Winchesters made this place my home, I casted runes all over this place to keep them safe. To protect my family."
Y/n angrily kicked Agatha in the face, continuing as she ranted, "You know, I think the roll I made you play wasn't a good enough punishment. I know exactly where to send you."
"I'll find you, I'll come back, I'll always-" Y/n tapped Agatha's shoulder, the demon within her dying as her normal eyes glared at her.
"Not anymore. Strange, America."
Dr. Strange and America walked into the bunker, America looking really excited to be there. "I saw this on TV-!"
"America-" Strange warned, but America kept jumping up and down in excitement.
"Oh, you're Dean and Sam right? I can't believe I'm really in the bunker-"
"America, love, I know your excited, but please..." Y/n gave a kind smile to America who settled down, giving a shy smile.
"Sorry aunt Y/n. Oh, by the way, you should visit more often! Please! Strange always visits, but I promise you're my favourite aunt!"
"If this is your subtle reminder of your birthday that's in a week I promise you I have not forgotten." Y/n laughed softly as Strange scoffed.
"She tried to kill you, and she's your favourite?"
"Well to be fair, you tried to kill me too! And she treated me to ice cream right after!" America argued.
"Alright, okay," Dean cut in, "But can you take care of the witch in our home first?"
Y/n glanced at him before turning to America. "How about that pony universe, you know, where friendship is magic? I think Agatha over here needs a good lesson on making friends."
America grinned, "Sounds perfect. Help me?"
Y/n nodded, placing a hand on America's shoulder before she punched the air, opening a portal.
"No, no, please, Wanda-" Agatha begged as she was floated into the portal.
"Hm, I think you'd be a great earth pony." America laughed as Y/n turned the witch into a pony and dropped her inside as she screamed.
Closing the portal, Y/n turned to America and Strange once more, giving them a big hug, "Thank you."
"If you ever get tired of them, you know where to find us." Strange smirked, patting her shoulder before both him and America left back to their universe.
It was silent for a while before Y/n started moving, using her magic to clean up the place.
"Y/n..." Sam started, but Y/n ignored him.
It was clear that she was still very upset at the brothers, but they needed to set this right. They approached the girl who kept her back turned to them.
"We're sorry." Sam began again, but then went lost for words and Dean continued,
"We're total jerks and we should have just told you everything. And I know, it may be hard to forgive us but- but we..." he sighed before running a hand through his hair, "But we really care about you."
Y/n remained silent and Sam took that as a sign to keep speaking. "We're sorry for leaving you."
Dean took a chance and gently placed his hand on her shoulder, turning her around to find that she had been crying silently. Y/n wiped her tears as Sam pulled her in a bear hug, Dean joining in.
"I hate you guys," Y/n cried, hugging them closer, "I hate you guys so much."
"We know..." Their hearts settled, knowing that Y/n had forgiven them.
As they pulled out of the hug, Sam's stomach rumbled loudly, the sound so unexpected made Y/n laugh.
"Let's eat then? It should be time for dinner..."
"W-wait-! Y/n!"
Y/n wandered down to the kitchen as the two tried to stop her, failing as they spotted her face as she opened the empty fridge. "I should have known." She glanced at the take out boxes on the counter before turning back to them.
Dean scratched the back of his head, "I guess we really did need you here...?"
She fondly shook her head, shooing Sam away to go buy food for them. Taking advantage of this moment as Sam left the bunker, Dean gently grasped Y/n's hand.
"Can we... talk...?" He asked hopefully.
"What about...?"
"I guess I... just wanted to apologize again... for everything... I promise, we'll never leave you again. I'll never leave you again."
Y/n sighed softly, squeezing Dean's hands, "Well, I think I've said this before, but... you guys are my family. And family is forever."
The rest of the quote was finished in Dean's head as he looked deeply into Y/n's eyes. He stepped closer to her, and Y/n wrapped her arms around him. "Tell me you don't want this..." Dean whispered as he pulled her in closer. "I'm a hunter, our lives are never going to be easy, death could be at any time. It'll never be that normal life you want-"
Y/n closed the gap, sealing the kiss, and Dean shut up, returning it with passion.
As they gasped for air, Y/n softly chuckled, "You never told me you liked me before."
Dean groaned, "Well I don't like being soft like this... it's too chick flick."
"I think it's hot." Y/n grinned as Dean gripped her a bit more tightly.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
And as the Scarlet Witch and Winchester found peace in each other, they knew that nothing could separate them again. Not their fears, not each other, not anyone else. Because they both knew.
"A family is forever. We could never truly leave each other, even if we tried."
Hello! Been some time since I posted but I really hope y’all enjoy this lil thing. It is a Scarlet Witch reader story but it is NOT connected to my Movie Night series. Honestly I just wanted to practice writing more emotionally intense scenes and since this character dealt with a lot of loss I figured I’d just channel it here. Initially I wanted to write this scene with Bruce but somewhere along the way I changed my mind. Anyways yeah I hope you guys enjoy it! Feedback would be very much appreciated! <3
Side note: It’s Damian Wayne x Scarlet Witch reader and there are mentions of death.
Word count: 1.9k
Dick had been walking for what felt like hours, searching through the woods but to no avail. Doubt creeped into his mind that maybe he was given the wrong location so he decided to facetime Tim to confirm. Fortunately the connection in the area was decent so after a few rings he answered.
“Hey, are you sure you gave me the right coordinates? There’s nothing here but trees and whatever else you normally expect to see in the woods.”
“Let’s see,” said Tim and Dick could hear the quick tapping of his keyboard. “On my side it shows you’re in the right area. The energy readings aren’t as crazy as last night’s but it’s still considerably high? You sure you don’t see anything hinky over there?”
“No, but I’ll keep searching. Were you and America able to find out anything new?”
“Actually yeah, new and terrible.”
“What’d you find?”
“Remember those weird markings we saw on that giant octopus that attacked America?”
“Yeah.”
“Well according to her, all the creatures that had previously attacked her had similar markings on them. I couldn’t find any leads in our database so I sent some pictures over to the league and Zatanna reached back to me. They’re runes, Dick. Not only does this mean someone is definitely summoning these monsters to attack America but that they’re also powerful enough to control these things and send them on a chase through various different universes and it wants her power.”
“Shit,” Dick grumbled.
“My thoughts exactly,” sighed Tim. “Zatanna’s offered to help and she’s working on locating Constantine for more assistance.”
“That’s good, hopefully- OW!” Dick jerked back as he seemingly walked into nothing. Upon impact he dropped his phone and instinctively rubbed at his forehead. He stared ahead in confusion. There was nothing in the way. At least, nothing he could see.
“You okay, what happened?”
Remembering his phone, he quickly bent down and picked it up.
“I just walked into something that’s not there.”
“Uhh… come again?”
“Something very real, or at least it felt real, knocked into my face but there’s nothing there,” Dick paused and narrowed his eyes as he studied the space before him. “Tim, look at this.”
He flipped the camera and showed his outstretched hand.
“Okay?” Tim replied, not exactly sure what he’s supposed to be looking at. Then Dick flicked his fingers and particles of static momentarily covered the afflicted area, similar to what you’d see on a glitchy TV screen. “Oh-kay! That definitely counts as hinky. What is that?”
“My guess would be some kind of force field, it feels tingly,” Dick replied as he flicked his hand again, causing more static to appear.
“Stop flicking it, what if it sucks you in or something?”
“Relax, Tim, whatever this thing is it was pretty adamant on keeping me out just now it’s not gonna-” Suddenly Dick’s hand sunk into the apparent portal before him and he felt a strange tingling sensation throughout his body as more particles of static started to surround the area.
He tried to use his other arm to pry himself free but he could tell the struggle was only aiding his entrapment. Tim’s distorted voice echoed all around him as he was pulled fully into the portal until he finally landed on new ground. Dick quickly gathered himself and assessed the new scene.
The sky was a brilliant blue and a blooming garden replaced the gloomy forest scene he was in mere seconds ago. Several rows of cherry blossom trees surrounded the area and he could hear birds happily chirping. He bent down to pick up his phone and show Tim what he found but somehow the battery was completely drained.
“Great,” he grunted as he put the now useless device into his back pocket.
He spotted a little cottage house a few meters away and with having little to no options he walked over to investigate it. Upon finding a window he peeked inside for any insight of the owner. The home was littered with books and sheets of paper but no weapons, at least none he could immediately see. There were remnants of an unfinished breakfast on a nearby wooden table, but no person in sight. Next to the unattended breakfast was a series of sketches and he squinted to get a better look at them but he couldn’t fully make out the contents of the drawings.
The questions running through Dick’s mind were growing by the minute. Judging by the contents of the cabin, he didn’t feel like there was a threatening presence but why the secrecy? Why a force field in the middle of the woods? Why let him in?
His train of thoughts were interrupted by someone calling out his name and although he recognized the voice he almost couldn’t believe his own eyes.
“Y/N… oh my god,” before he could think, he embraced his estranged friend. “Where’ve you been? How have you been? What are you doing here?”
Y/N lightly chuckled at all his questions and gently pulled back from the hug, “It’s nice to see you too, Dick.”
“Did you make all of this?” he gestured to the environment and she nodded. “Why did you take off like that? We didn’t see you at the funeral. You can’t… you can’t just disappear like that.”
“I’m sorry. After everything that happened,” she briefly looked away. “I just needed to be alone. Regroup with myself. I know my departure was abrupt but I didn’t mean to make anyone upset.”
“No one’s upset, Y/N, we were just worried. The people we lost that day…I miss them every single day. But they wouldn’t want us to deal with what happened alone. Damian wouldn’t want you alone.”
At the mention of his name she visibly tensed up and he almost regretted bringing him up. Yet before he could say anything else, she had already changed the topic.
“What are you doing here Dick? How did you find me?”
“Actually, I think it was you that found me and let me in.”
Y/N looked at him confused and they walked together as he explained to her how he ran into her little force field.
“There’s this girl, she’s with Tim right now back at the cave, she’s being chased by monsters. It’s a bit of a much longer and weirder story but if you’re up for it we could really use your help.”
“I’ve been out of the field for some time now. I’m not sure I’d be able to provide much help.”
“We’ve all seen what you can do, Y/N. Don’t see yourself short. Besides you created this beautiful little utopia for yourself here, honestly it’s impressive.”
At that she grinned.
“Why don’t you bring America here?” she suggested.
“Here?”
“Yes. Don’t get me wrong, the bat cave is safe and all but here she’d be well hidden…”
She turned to look at Dick as she noticed he stopped walking with her. He didn’t say anything but his look of mistrust and apprehension told her everything.The ball had dropped.
She deeply sighed and cast her look down at her feet.
“You didn’t tell me her name.”
“No,” he slowly shook his head in disbelief. “I did not.”
“You know, the hexes were always easy. But the lying… that part not so much.”
Y/N extended her hand and as she expertly moved her wrist the world she created began to fully unravel. As if someone suddenly turned off the sound, the birds stopped chirping. The garden was swallowed by her red energy and replaced with dark, dead trees.
Even her attire changed to a dark red cloak with an intricate crown placed around her temples. Her fingertips were coated in black, the mark of the possession of the Dark Hold. The unholy book floated near her as her previous illusion finished falling apart.
Dick’s eyes immediately went to the Dark Hold.
“God, Y/N… what have you done?”
“Nothing yet, but even then it’s more than what you have done.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he replied, taken aback by not only her tone but her accusation.
“The Lazarus pit,” she snarled. “You could’ve used it on him, on them. You could have tried SOMETHING!”
“You think it didn’t cross my mind? None of them would’ve wanted that! They would’ve been nothing but a shell of who they were, a living reminder of the people we lost. The pit wouldn’t have worked the way you wanted.”
“But they’d still be here and I could have found a way to fix what the pit could not restore. I’m not who I used to be anymore, Dick. The Dark Hold has shown me so much-”
“It did more than that. It changed you, Y/N.”
“Growth is accompanied by change.”
Dick scoffed.
“Why send those monsters after her, what do you want with America?”
“Believe me, sending those creatures after her instead of myself was mercy. All I want, all I need is her power.”
“She’s a child! You know she won’t survive the process.”
“I don’t relish hurting anyone, Dick. but she’s not a child. She’s a supernatural being with powers that are, quite frankly, beyond her control.”
Dick was astonished at how cold she sounded. He could not believe the words coming out of his former friend’s mouth.
“I know I can put them to better use,” she continued. “I plan on using them to leave this universe and go somewhere where Damian is alive. And despite your judgments, I’d like to offer you the chance to come with me,” She slowly started to walk around him. “You and I share the same pain, which is why I offer you this. We can leave this place. We can have Damian, Barbara, and Bruce. I can make you forget this world ever happened. It’d be as if we never lost them.”
As she spoke, Y/N wove her hands together and summoned miniature glimpses into various universes from the book. Dick’s eyes teared up as he saw images of Barbara, Bruce, and Damian. They were alive and well having dinner together as a family in one scene and stopping a bank heist together in another.
“You could have all of your family back,” she said as she summoned scenes of his parents, gray haired, alive and well as they introduced the performers at Halle’s Circus. “Just say yes.”
All the images and sounds tugged at his heart strings and wiped away at the tears that managed to escape him.
“No,” he pleaded. “Y/N we share the same pain. But this is not the way. I can’t trade one life for another.”
“It’s not just for one life. It’s her for them,” she gestured to their loved ones.
“But the blood shed would not end there. In these worlds, there are other versions of us, what’s to happen to them?”
At this Y/N tore her gaze from a scene of an alternate version of herself cuddled up with Damian to him and in her eyes he saw an unrepentant gleam. From that look he knew there was no use in reasoning with her. The friend he had once known and loved was no longer there.
“You should have taken my offer when you had the chance,” she angrily flicked her wrist and the images quickly vanished. She turned to walk away but he called to her one last time.
“What happens next?”
“Prepare to hand over America by sunset, peacefully.”
“And if we don’?”
“Then it won’t be Y/N who comes for her. It’ll be the Scarlet Witch.”
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Hi! Idk if you also write for Poe but I rlly need some more oneshots or scenarios or fanfics of him 😞😞 but can you do something where we’re scarlet witch and Poe is our boyfriend? How would he react having a s/o who’s really strong and powerful? And how would he and ranpo and maybe other agency members feel about him having us as his girlfriend? Sorry if this isn’t specific enough! Idk what else to put in this request 😭
poe with a scarlet witch! s/o
bungo stray dogs x scarlet witch! reader
masterlist of the series
╰➤ CW(s): spoilers from bungo stray dogs (specifically season 2), headcanons + scenarios, major fluff content
╰➤ PAIRING(s): edgar allan poe
headcanons !
poe is socially awkward and timid by nature, but when he's with you, his dearly beloved, he's a tad different. poe is a lot more confident. his voice isn't as quiet, and it's full of love and respect for you.
i think you and poe are a match made in heaven. even your abilities go together.
poe's ability, black cat in the rue morgue, allows him to create a fantasy world governed by his own set of rules, with his own writings serving as the media.
you, on the other hand, have the ability to alter reality due to your possession of chaos magic as the scarlet witch.
you can even manipulate reality at a molecular level very similar to his, allowing you to recreate the fantasy world he creates in real life, which is incredible.
as the scarlet witch, or as an ability user with chaos magic, you are undeniably strong and powerful.
if you wanted, you could even go head-to-head with the port mafia executive who is renowned for his gravity manipulation abilities. you would win.
it truly astounds and somewhat frightens poe how the same red psionics you possess that can wreak havoc and alter reality can be so domestic and endearing when you use it to leviate him the cup of tea you made for him, or when you use it to leviate all sorts of kitchen utensils in the kitchen while you make him food.
you can be really frightening if you want to, especially if you have to fight. let's say you want to protect poe or another ability user.
poe is astounded by how quickly you transform from a sweet, kind, and somewhat shy darling into a straight-up violent force to be reckoned with.
i feel like poe would definitely be a little scared, because again, you're strong and powerful with such an ability, err, abilities?
but poe is mostly bewitched of his darling—like, you know how dazai stares at chuuya when he uses corruption?—poe has the same kind of gaze towards you whenever you use your chaos magic to the fullest.
oh, and being poe's beloved, he spoils you a lot. if poe sees you staring at a piece of clothing or jewelry, he'll get it for you in an instant. a manuscript worth millions is nothing compared to the things he buys.
i also think poe is a traditional type of lover. again, he lavishes you with gifts, and among them is a bouquet of your favorite flowers, as well as handwritten love letters and poems.
his poems might be cheesy but romantic, making you feel loved at all times. they are all about your smile, beauty, strength, and his vow and desire to love and be with you forever. poe finds your flushed cheeks and the soft giggle that escapes your lips cute as you read his poem or love letter.
being poe's beloved also entails being close to karl, which fills his heart with joy. karl actually likes you a lot. you enjoy cuddling and patting the little fella's head.
however, whenever karl clings to you more, it makes poe a little jealous, but it still amazes him (yet again) that you can easily read karl's thoughts with your special ability and communicate with him in the same way that he can, if not better.
scenario !
"you'll get him this time. i'm sure of it!"
poe had written yet another mystery novel to put his rival, edogawa ranpo, to the test once more. you both came to a halt in front of the office, you knocking because poe was shy, and it wasn't long before the door was opened.
"oh, it's poe-san!" atsushi exclaimed, "you must be looking for ranpo-san. come in, he's here!"
you trailed after poe as he entered the office, and that's when atsushi and the others realized he hadn't come sinply with karl.
all eyes were drawn to you at the same time. however, poe mistook it for everyone staring at him, prompting him to stick closer to your side, with karl, who was on his shoulder, transferring to yours instead, to which you responded by petting the top of karl's fluffy and soft head.
"hello and welcome! you must be poe-san's friend," atsushi said with a friendly smile, but he quickly realized how familiar you were, "hmm, but i feel like i've seen you before miss."
"huh, you're right atsushi-kun.." dazai exclaimed, blinking as he and the others stared at you.
but ranpo raised a brow them, "you guys seriously don't remember the three-way war?"
"three-way war?" kunikida tilted his head only for him to realize it, along with everyone, "!!!"
"i'm [surname] [name]. it's a pleasure to meet you, armed detective agency," you introduced yourself with a slight bow and a friendly smile.
"huh, i do remember seeing you during the guild war. as a matter of fact, we all did. you were there, saving everyone from the onslaught of the mind control ability that had gotten out of hand and rescuing civilians left and right," kunikida furrowed his brows.
"now that kunikida-san has mentioned it [name]-san, you were the one who saved me when i was being attacked while delivering the doll to dazai-san. you made me a forcefield and enhanced my speed with your psychic energy manipulation ability," atsushi recalled.
during the guild war, everyone remembered a young woman with [color] hair who had the ability to manipulate red psychic energy. although it was unclear whether the woman was on the guild's side or not, she had assisted numerous citizens and ability users during the incident. you played an important role in the yokohama incineration.
"ah, that? you guys flatter me too much! it wasn't a big deal. i just like to accompany and help out my boyfriend and people who need it with my wiggly-woos, that's all," you exclaimed, giggling and waving your fingers in the air.
with the exception of ranpo, who already knew the information, the armed detective agency members responded with a series of surprised looks and gasps.
"you're poe-san's significant other?!" atsushi proclaimed before bowing his head, "ah, i'm so sorry [name]-san! i didn't know!"
"mhm!" as you hummed and nodded in agreement, poe was shy by how everyone was reacting. poe blushed and turned away, holding your sleeve instead of your hand.
"well, that's.. certainly a big revelation.." dazai stated, blinking profusely.
"you guys are really idiots. idiots i say!" ranpo sighed, folding his arms across his chest, "how can [name]-chan not be poe-kun's significant other? just look at the way he sticks to her and holds her sleeve!"
"h-how are you the same person you were during the three-way war?" tanizaki asked, his sweat dripping as he remembered you being terrifying with the way your eyes and fingertips glowed red with power, your hair flowing in the breeze as you floated in the middle of the sky, and a serious expression on your face.
"what do you mean?" you tilted your head in confusion, laughing a little at his comment.
everyone was dumbfounded by your cluelessness, their sweat even dropping.
"i agree with you. sometimes my darling can be so clueless at how powerful and strong she can be with her ability," poe sighed, shaking his head as he handed his new manuscript to ranpo, "but regardless, i love [name]."
"heh, that's real sweet of you poe-kun," said ranpo before taking a look at his manuscript with a smile on his features.
[ author's notes ! you inspired me to take on scarlet witch! reader x bungo stray dogs characters, so don't apologize. i also think the request was good, so yeah !! i also think you're right. there isn't much bsd! poe content in here, so let me fix that for you by adding a new one on the list out here hihi. thank you so much. hope you enjoyed reading this <3 ]
At first, Shoto Todoroki hadn’t expected anyone to match his score on the U.A. entrance exam. He especially hadn’t expected it to be you. The moment your name appeared beside his on the rankings screen, tied perfectly with him, he felt something unfamiliar twist in his chest. Curiosity. Because your quirk was unlike anything he had seen before.
While others relied on straightforward strength or flashy attacks, your power bent reality around you in terrifyingly graceful ways. Scarlet energy curled around your fingertips like smoke and fire combined, lifting entire chunks of debris effortlessly during the practical exam. Robots had been crushed, ripped apart, or suspended helplessly in the air before being slammed into the ground. You looked calm while doing it too.
That was the part he remembered most. No panic. No arrogance. Just control. And for someone who had spent his whole life training under pressure, that control fascinated him.
So when he walked into Class 1-A on the first day and saw you sitting beside his assigned seat, he paused for half a second longer than normal. You looked up from your desk.
“Oh. Entrance exam guy.”
His eyebrow twitched slightly. “You tied with me.”
A tiny smile pulled at your lips. “So you did notice.”
He sat down beside you, setting his bag carefully near his chair. Usually, he ignored everyone around him. Most people either stared at him because of his father or tried too hard to get close to him. But you didn’t. You just leaned back in your seat casually, scarlet energy flickering absentmindedly around your pen as it floated beside you.
“Your quirk,” he said quietly after a moment. “It’s impressive.”
You blinked, clearly not expecting the compliment from someone who looked as emotionally expressive as a brick wall.
“Thanks,” you answered. “Yours is too.”
That was the first real conversation the two of you had and somehow it kept going after that.
Your friendship with Shoto Todoroki formed quietly. No dramatic declaration. No instant best-friend moment. Just small things. He started waiting for you before class without realizing it. You’d slide notes toward him during lessons when he zoned out.
He’d make sure you walked on the side of the sidewalk furthest from traffic. You learned quickly that Shoto wasn’t cold because he disliked people. He just didn’t know how to connect with them. So you tried helping.
Especially when it came to Izuku Midoriya. You noticed almost immediately how Izuku kept glancing toward Shoto, clearly wanting to talk to him but being too intimidated to approach properly.
One afternoon before class, Izuku awkwardly shuffled toward your desks clutching his notebook tightly.
“H-Hi, Todoroki! And L/N!” he squeaked.
Shoto looked up from his book silently.
You smiled warmly at Izuku. “Morning, Midoriya.”
Izuku relaxed slightly. Slightly. Then he launched into a nervous ramble about quirks, combat efficiency, and how amazing both of your entrance exam performances were. Shoto stared at him for a long moment.
“You talk a lot.”
Izuku froze in horror. You immediately elbowed Shoto lightly in the ribs.
“Shoto.”
“What?” he asked genuinely.
“You can’t just say that.”
“He does talk a lot.”
“I know, but you’re supposed to think it quietly.”
Izuku looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole. But then, To your surprise, Shoto looked back at him and said, quieter this time.
“It’s not annoying.”
Izuku’s eyes widened. And honestly? That tiny moment felt bigger than any dramatic speech. Because Shoto Todoroki did not open up easily. Yet somehow, around you, the walls he built around himself slowly began cracking apart. And maybe that was why he always watched your scarlet powers so carefully.
Not because they scared him. But because when you stood beside him, glowing red energy dancing around your hands while you smiled at him like he was normal. For the first time in a long time, He felt like maybe he could be.
