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Dark Mark | D.M.
Mini series
Draco Malfoy x Female Hufflepuff reader
Warning:self harming,blood,anger,sad content.
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Summary:Sixth year. Draco has been acting strange recently and you wonder why,until,one day,you find out he got the Dark Mark and he’s so scared that he’s not even able to think lucidly. You decide you would never leave him alone anymore.
You sat next to Hermione in the Hogwarts courtyard. It was spring and flowers had just bloomed on threes;a soft breeze made some strands of your hair fly out from the massy bun you had fastly made before attending your Divination class.
<<You’ve been so quiet lately,is everything okay?>> Hermione asked as your eyes met <<It is>> you said,opening the book in your hands while looking at Draco who was just sitting alone in one of the cloisters courtyard,staring to a non defined point in front of him.
<<You’re lying. I guees it’s about Draco. I told you that dating him was the worst thing you could do,and now look at yourself>> Hermione mumbled <<Listen Herm. Something’s wrong with him. I’m sure. He’s been acting strange lately and he’s been avoiding me! He has never avoided me,never!>> you reply <<Talk to him. He’s right there>> <<I’m scared>> <<Scared of what?>> <<Scared of him not telling me what’s going on;he generally doesn’t hide anything from me but I know he’s good at it. He will just change the topic or being silent>> <<You’re thinking too much,Y/n,just talk to him and see what happens,but do it now or you’ll lose a great chance>>. You nodded and walked towards the boy.
<<Hi Draco>> you said softly,the Slytherin lifted his head up <<Sorry I’m busy>> he muttered,standing up as he wanted to walk away,but you stopped him by holding his wrist <<Talk to me,please. I miss you. What’s happening Draco? You’re not yourself anymore>>. Draco shrugged his shoulders and rudely pushed you away <<Get away. I’m tired of you. You bother me too much Y/l/n>>.
Your heart cracked at those words,but deep down you knew he was lying. You could understand it by the little crack his voice had when he said those words. He didn’t really believe in what he said.
You were ready to reply when he just walked away,leaving you there. <<Follow him>> Hermione reached you,resting her hand on your shoulder. She was right:you couldn’t let him go like this,not after everything you shared. The night talks,the day jokes,the trips to Hogsmeade,the cuddles in front of the fireplace and the study sessions in the library. The boy you loved was slipping away and you were doing absolutely nothing to get him back.
You nodded and followed him. You were sure he was going to his bedroom,when something was wrong he had always hidden there to spend some time alone.
You entered the Slytherin common room,all the students were staring at you strangely because you weren’t meant to be there,but you ignored them and went straight to Draco’s prefect room.
The entrance door was ajar so you entered and decided to close it behind you. A muffled noise,almost a moan of pain,was coming from the bathroom. You were so scared to open the door,but you had to;Draco wasn’t feeling good and you must help him.
You slowly held the door handle and pushed it to open the door. Once you saw Draco you were left speechless and breathless,you were completely petrified.
He was standing in front of the sink,his Hogwarts sweater thrown on the floor beside him,and his face was pale like never before. Tears were coming down from his eyes as he was in a sob of despair;blood all around him,staining the sink,the floor and even his clothes,while the water was flowing down from the tap,slowly wetting the entire bathroom.
<<Draco!>> you yelled grabbing his arms,noticing that his forearm was heavily bleeding <<Leave me alone!>> he yelled back in a broken voice,wagging to get free from your grip <<Shut up Draco,you need help!>> <<I don’t need anything,anything! Let me go,let me die. For once in a lifetime let me do whatever I want>>. The boy had completely lost his wits <<I won’t let you kill yourself!>>. You both were now yelling against each other,fighting to decide who should be the winner while the water was still flowing from the tap,making everything more wet,including your shirt and your skirt.
Draco pushed you,making you hit your back against the bath and then he fell back as well,hardly sobbing while the injury of his forearm kept bleeding <<Draco,listen- >> you tried to stand up and talk but the boy did it first <<Get the fuck out from here!>> <<I’m not!>> you yelled back once again.
The bathroom became suddenly silent. The Slytherin was glaring at you with burning teary eyes. You stood up and closed the tab which was making you crazy and took a napkin,while Draco leaned against the wall,his back slipped along it until he sat on the ground,crossing his legs and closing his eyes.
You slowly went closer to him,kneeling to reach his height <<Let me see>> you whispered,holding his arm and blotting the injury he made to himself <<You need to see Madam Pomfrey>> you said <<I won’t>> he answered with a cold voice. You sighed,cleaning his forearm and noticing something which emotionally destroyed you:the Dark Mark.
You tried not to make any noise come out from your mouth,you pretended not to see it so Draco could calm down without feeling judged,but he wasn’t dumb and he knew how you were feeling.
<<I don’t want to be evil>> he cried out <<You’re not Draco>> you answered,hugging him.
His back was now laying on your chest while his head was resting on your shoulder. Draco wasn’t able to stop crying,otherwise he cried louder and louder every second. You didn’t say anything,you caressed his sweaty forehead and pushed back some hair which were covering his face. You wanted to cry with him but you couldn’t,you leaned your back against the bath and held Draco,leaving kisses on his head. <<It’s gonna be alright,you’re not evil,I know it Draco. You’ll go through this,we’ll go though this. Things get always better sooner or later>>. The boy didn’t answer,he just sinked his face into the cloth of your shirt,breathing heavily and shaking as the panic filled his whole body.
Once Draco calmed down you disinfected the wound and dressed it with some bandage Draco told you he had on the medicine cabinet of the bathroom,then you helped him standing up.
<<Change those wet clothes>> you said opening the boy’s wardrobe while he was sitting on the bed <<Take the green sweater on the right for you,you’re wet too>> he replied in a breath of sound. His eyes were red and his face was showing all his tiredness <<Don’t worry about me,I’m fine>> you smiled and sat beside him,hugging the boy once again <<You know you scared the fuck out from me,right? I thought I was going to lose you>> <<I’m sorry...>> he muttered,resting his chin on your head <<It’s ok-you wiped one tear-you’re here now. That’s what matters. Now change please,you are drenched>>. A weak smile appeared on Draco’s lips and then he started unbottoning his shirt.
Once you both had changed you laid on Draco’s bed. You rested your head on his shoulder and he hugged you,falling asleep immediately. You looked at him and sighed,thanking God you had decided to listen to Hermione and follow him. You couldn’t stand such a big lost. You closed your eyes and sinked your head into the cloth of Draco’s soft sweater,sniffing the scent of cologne and apples you missed so much.
<<I love you Draco,I love you so so much. Stay with me>> you whispered.
From that day you didn’t want to leave him alone,not even for a second. You were scared he could do something else to harm himself. Everyday you checked on his injury,medicated it and took care of him,hoping to help him healing a little bit,but things weren’t so easy. Draco missed classes,often cried and didn’t want to touch his wand for days. You saw his dad often coming to Hogwarts but never realising his son was sick,and Draco obviously didn’t tell him of what he did.
Day by day the anger you had already felt towards Lucius Malfoy started increasing:every time he came and took Draco away from you with a different excuse,every time you saw the boy breaking down in your arms,you desired so much to destroy the man’s life that you knew that,sooner or later,you would confront him and yell to his face how he was ruining his son’s life.
—fix me up, my darling
pairing: tasm!peter x ill!reader
summary: while fighting against your illness, peter needs to learn, that he won't be able to save your life
warnings: mentions of illness and death, sad
authors note: based on the song “fix me up” by Zach Sobiech.
you hadn’t slept a full night since you couldn’t remember. something always kept you awake. sometimes it was the sickness itself, throwing up on hours end or not getting enough air and having to drive to the hospital. even in the worst situations you tried to be optimistic. kept going. you were always a positive and happy person. but as the cancer grew it only became harder.
you didn’t do it for yourself anymore. you did it for the people who you loved, people that you’d leave behind. your mom, your dad, your big sister and peter, your boyfriend.
you met peter in freshman year in highschool. he was into photography and pretty quite. you instanly took a liking to him. you personally, loved books, you had them placed everywhere around your room. it was years ago that you had a free space in your shelf so you had to keep them elsewhere. you would love the photos peter took and he decorated your whole room with them. sometimes he would buy you books or steal them from his aunt, so you could read them, before bringing them back.
On most evenings, or sometimes, in the middle of the night, when he couldn’t sleep, peter would knock on your window and climb into your room, so you could read something to him. he loved to listen to you, reading your favorite book. but when he became spiderman, he didn’t come by as often, atleast not at night. and then last year, when the cancer was first discovered, he only visited at day. he knew how little sleep you were getting and he didn’t want to keep you awake too.
so it became a rarity that he would visit at night. only when he really needed you. tonight was such a night.
when peter knocked on your window (at 3 am), you looked up from your book and grinned, you were more than happy to see him. the pain in you abondem kept you awake, you were happy that he could distract you from it a little. when you opened the window, you immediately noticed his tear stained cheeks and the dark circles under his eyes.
“hey” his voice was raspy. “i’m sorry, i just really needed to see you”
“no problem, come in, baby”
you sat down on your bed, holding up your blanket, so peter could crawl under. you both kept silent. originally you were on your way to healthiness, until you weren’t. you knew for some time now.
about seven months ago, when the treatment stopped working and your body didn’t respond to it anymore. it was hard. it was hard accepting it, it was hard telling your family but it was even harder to tell peter. not that it was easier for your family to take in. but peter wasn’t a relative, you were bound to your family, a part of them, but peter could’ve been saved from the pain, if only you had stayed away from him from the beginning. but how could you have known?
still, the guilt was eating you alive. suddenly you could relate to hazel grace from the fault in our stars. not wanting to hurt someone wasn’t easy.
“i couldn’t sleep” peter broke the silence.
“you know you don’t have to do this, pete. i don’t want to hurt you”
“please don’t say this, we´ve been over this before, y/n and you know how i feel. i could never leave you, never”
“i’m sor-”
“please don’t apoligise, let´s just talk about something else. tell me a secret”
tell me something you never told before
“okay.. let me think. i guess the first time i saw you i liked you immediately. i know it sounds silly saying this now, but i just kind of knew. you were sitting at your table and looking trough photos on your camera. you were the first person i saw when i walked into the classroom”
before i walk trough the door, i adore you, i adore you. i do, i do
peters eyes lid up as he watched you closely. a tear rolled down his cheeks, but he kept smiling. you laughed while thinking back to these happier days
“i promise i will keep your secret” peter laughed as he grabbed your hand and interwined your fingers. “promise”
smile with me and cry with me. i won’t ever tell a soul. hold my hand, I'll squeeze it back and i’ll never let go
“while we’re at promises, can you please promise me one more thing?”
peter hesitated. “...a promise if you die?” his voice cracked as he looked down to avoid your eyes
“when i die, pete”
peters head shot up and his eyes became even more filled with tears.
“when i die you have to promise me that you’ll keep going, don’t look back, just focus on your future, peter. don’t give up”
Never give up, never look back
“i can’t promise that, but i’ll try to keep going, i can’t promise you more than that”
I won’t give up, but keep on trying
“thats okay, Pete. as long as you really try. don’t cry too much over me, when i died”
“if, y/n, if” peter sounded desperate. his other hand reached to your hair and feel through the short lenght, that had grown for half a year now.
“you have to accept it, peter. nothing can cure me, not even you” your tear fell down on your interwined hands
Dry your tears up, all your crying, cannot fix me up, my darling
“i will never be able to accept it, i will never be able to live without you, to not hear your laugh, to not tell you every secret i have, to not be with you”
twisty, turning, winding paths. I could listen to your laugh, as we tiptoe on these humble truths. i don’t want to lose you
peter looked into your eyes. “and how i could i, you were the one that was always there for me and you showed me what it meant to love someone, deeply and unrationally but truly. and you teached me that it was a pretty good reason to always keep going”
show me how to love deeper than the surface, my friend and you can show me what it means to have purpose
“peter” you began, choking down sobs. “i don’t want to go, never. but eventually, i’ll have to. you know how much i regret bringing you into this, but as selfish as it sound, isn’t it amazing how i have people that make it so hard for me to say goodbye? you are the reason i look at my life and like what i see. these feelings i have for you, this doesn’t happen often. i love you and i will never forgive myself for leaving you, because its hard. it hurts and it will never be okay, but isn’t that something good too? this makes me remember how precious our love is. if it wasn’t hard, would it even be love?”
“this is not your fault. never think it is, okay love?” you shoke your head, yes, at his question. “and you’re right. it is hard and it hurts so so much. i understand what you mean. and i want you to know that you’re so so loved, deeply and to all ends.”
“thank you, peter”
peter pulled you closer to his chest. and you both drifted to sleep. with tear stained cheeks and red eyes but with a deep feeling of peace.
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peter stood next to your family. wearing a black suit and tie. all four looking towards the pastor. you passed a few days after your talk with peter. it happened at night, you were sleeping in your room. it was the first night since one year that you didn’t awake halfway trough. the last person you had talked to was peter. he had visited you, but was called away by a robbery. he looked deeply disappointed as he crawled out of your window. you laughed at his grimmace.
“cheer up, you have to save the city, spidey” you spoke.
“but i don’t want to leave you”
“i’ll still be here when you come back”
but you weren’t. when peter came back, he found your bed empty. sheets removed. he had sat there waiting for two hours. you didn’t answer your phone and no one was home. that was when he knew.
after the funeral, peter sat at your grave.
“hey, baby” he began. “i miss you, i hope its nice where you are.”
he paused. “i just came by to let you know, that i’ll promise to do what you wanted”
as he stood up to leave, he was held up by your mom.
“we found this under her pillow” she said. “it is for you”
she gave him a white piece of paper, which was folded. on it was written his name in bold letters.
he sighed as he thanked your mother and watched her leave. than he opened the paper.
you just promised, didn’t you?
although he had felt like crying he couldn’t help but laugh. you just knew him too well. he looked up at the sky and smiled, for the first time since your passing, as he would always smile at you.
peter went home and pinned the paper to his wall. next to all the pictures of you. this would stay in his room forever. he wouldn’t forget. and by that he made another promise...
“dry your tears up, all your crying, cannot fix me up my darling...”
—gifts for little brothers
pairing: regulus Black x sirius black (platonic)
summary: regulus had never once in his life received a christmas present until this morning
warnings: none
authors note: I wrote this ages ago lol
regulus was rather sad as he awoke on the morning of the 25th december. normally, every boy would be impatient and looking forward to this special day all december long. but christmas was nothing special in the black family.
at least not special regarding the wishes of a nine year old boy, such as regulus was one. he was dreading to stand up and get dressed. he hated these days. days on which special guests would visit the black house and join the festivities.
but to regulus' misfortune his mother, walburga black, held these events in a really high course. so she always made sure everything, especially her family, would be perfect when their guests arrived.
so just a few seconds after his awakening, a house elf knocked on the black wooden door to regulus' room.
„kreacher was told to make sure master regulus would be awake by now", the rather ugly-looking house elf spoke, as he lifted the curtains of regulus big window.
„thank you, kreacher. would you please tell my mother that im getting ready now?", the boy lifted his blanket and climbed out of his giant bed. When he was younger (about a year or two) he would use a small ladder to get in and out of it.
„of course, master regulus."
the elf turned around and made his way out of the room, just as regulus opened the door to his closet, to reveal the neat suit that was hanging on the back side of its door.
regulus sighed, again, knowing how formal and unrelaxed this day would go for him.
as regulus made his way out of the closet (no pun intended), formely dressed and ready, at that, he heard a soft knock at his door.
"yes?", asked regulus as he watched the door expectively. in marched his brother, formely known as sirius black.
"sirius!", regulus grinned as his brother closed the door quietly and made his way to the bed to sit down comfortably.
"hello regulus", sirius spoke. "how are you feeling this fine morning?"
"bored"
"no wonder", sirius adjusted his position. "mother is more stressed than last year, because a few special guests will come this year". sirius rolled his eyes so high, that regulus could only see the white in them.
"more special than last year?", regulus asked, worriedly, still remebering the unexpected visit of the prime minister from the year before and his mothers not so relaxed reaction to that. the brothers had to hide under a table the whole evening long, in fear to fall into the aroused hands of their mother.
"apparently" sirius sighed and rubbed his temple. "i can't wait to go to hogwarts and get out of all of this"
"you know that she will still make you come, right?", regulus asked
"of course, but atleast i don't have to put up with this the whole year. i will get a tiny bit of freedom and only come on the day of the festivity so i don't have to be present when this woman throws one of her tantrums."
"if only i could come with you"
"dont worry, little brother. its only one more year and than you can join me at hogwarts. but now, i have a little surprise for you"
regulus raised his eyebrows at sirius and sat down next to him on the large bed. "a surprise? what do you mean?"
"i mean this"
sirius reached into the pocket of his suit and took out a little box, messily wrapped in paper.
"what is this?", regulus asked
"its a present, reg. i read about it in a muggle book. this is what other kids get on christmas morning"
regulus brought the box up to his eyes to inspect it further.
in his nine years living, regulus arcturus black had never received a present. because of that he never got to know, what the term actually meant. he admired his brother for knowing all this, because he always knew things that regulus didn't. it was sirius big interest of knowledge, of freedom and the thought of knowing things his mother wouldn't let the teacher inflict on them.
regulus, on the other hand, wasn't like that. he never had enough bravery to do the things his mother didn't want him to. so adapted to everything he was allowed to do and tried to like it.
as regulus finally unwrapped the present a small amulette fell into his hands. as he opened it he could saw a picture of him and his brother on the right side and his full name and a rather weird looking painting at the left side.
"that is the star that you're named after, regulus", sirius spoke after he noticed the confusion on regulus' face.
regulus smiled. "thank you sirius. i like it very much". the nine year old let his arms fall to the sides of his brother and hugged him messily.
after this, the brothers stood up and made their way out of the door to finally face their mother and get in position for the arrival of their guests.
quietly, just for himself, regulus swore he would never forget, how his heart felt warm and his eyes started to fill with light tears, as sirius black gave him the first and only present he had ever received...
—you gave me your word
pairing: potter!reader x platonic!peter pettigrew
summary: james and lily weren't home the night Voldemort came to godric's hollow, but you were
warnings: angst, mentions of death, graphic dialogue
authors note: let me know if I should do a part two!!
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you sat on the couch, reading your favorite book. the radio was playing quietly in the background. james and lily were at an order meeting. while you stayed behind to watch harry. it had taken days to convince james and lily that it was okay if they left for a few hours to go to a meeting. they were scared to leave you all alone in the big house, even when dumbledore sweared that it was safe there. so after days and days of endless talks about your and harrys safety, they finally agreed to go. but not without having a long and painful talk, what to do if danger ensured.
they were gone for about half an hour now, and you just had put harry down for a nap, when you heard it. it wasn’t a normal sound. not the creaking of the door, everytime james would go down into the basement, not the sound of someone going up the stairs. it was a sound from the street. a magical sound.
even when you and james were kids you had this deep gut feeling, that would tell you when something bad was about to happen. call it a magical sixth sense but it had saved james from breaking his arm more than once.
you reacted immediately. you raced up the stairs, down the corridor to harrys room. you grabbed him out of his crib and panicked
no no no
what now, what now?
tears streamed down your face. you held harry with your right arm and tried to sooth his crying. with your left arm you grabbed the little bag of floo powder from your back pocket. you breathed in deeply. then you tiptoed to the door, opening it just a crack.
the first thing you heard were the voices
“where are they?”
the voice was cold and made you shiver immediately. you had never heard him speak, but as soon as hs voice had reached your ears, you had known. known that it was him. voldemort in person.
you walked down the corridor as quietly as you could. trying to reach james and lilys room in time, before they would notice that you were here. there was your escape. the chimney.
you stood before the door, but suddenly there was another voice, which answered the dark lords question. this voice was familiar, too familiar. peter! you made a noise of shock, which, to your misfortune, wasn’t as quiet as you thought.
oh no
the voices downstairs had stopped talking and you could hear footsteps nearing the stairs. as quickly as you could, you opened the door, to your brothers and sister-in-laws bedroom and hexed it shut. this wouldn't keep them out for long, but it would buy you enough time to escape. you layed down harry in the fireplace and opened the bag of flew powder, but winced as loud steps neared the door and you could hear someone knock
“this is the first and only time i’m asking nicely to be let in” his voice sounded scary. you felt like a child as your hands shook and you tried to keep focused on your task at hand.
but at the second loud knock, you were starled so much, that you accidentely let go of the bag, wind flew in trough the opened window and spread the powder all over the floor.
oh no
you rushed to the fireplace and tried to hide harry behind the fire wood as best as you could, you hexed a muffliato, so his crying wouldn’t be heard. then you stepped a few feet away and tried to gather the powder in your hands, which seemed to be an unsolvable task at the moment.
then you heard the door click. all strength left your hand and the collected powder fell to the floor.
the door sprang wide open as a figure dressed in all black entered the room. he was nothing short of what you had imagined him to look like. his eyes were read and looked more dangerous than a wand could ever. you rose to your feet. if you were about to battle voldemort you would stand your ground. to win, but most importantly, to save harry.
“look who we have here” voldemort spoke, “little miss y/n potter. isn’t she your friend?” he turned around to the man trailing behind him.
peter ignored the question, as he lifted up his head and looked you straight in the eye. tears streamed down your face as you mustered your friend.
„you gave me your word“ you spat at him, though he didn’t react and it made you wonder. wonder why he did this to you, wonder why he couldn’t keep his promise, but mostly wonder why there wasn’t a bit of shame or regret to be found in his eyes.
You turned away from Peter and looked at Voldemort
“what do you want from me?” you asked, trying to hide how scared you were.
“not much” voldemort grinned “just the boy”
you furrowed your eyebrows, as if you didn’t know what he was talking about. “which boy?”
voldemort laughed. the sound made you shiver.
“pettigrew, you wait downstairs”
peter took one last look at you, before he turned around and left the room.
“you tell me where the boy is, now or i’ll kill you”
your heart beat fast as you watched the man infront of you. of course you had known what he would do to you, but you had expected it much sooner.
suddenly, you felt more courage than ever before in your life. “you listen to me carefully, when i tell you, that i will never, not in this life, not if you torture me, not if you cut off every single body part of mine, tell you, where harry is. i would die a thousand deaths, just to keep him safe”
“stupid girl” voldemort screamed filled with range, “crucio”
you fell down on your knees, screaming in pain
“tell me. where the boy is. now!” he demanded
“never!” you screamed, reaching for your wand in the back pocket of your jeans and with all the strength you had left, send a stupefy his way. he blocked the curse and looked even angrier than before.
“now you listen to me closely, you stupid, stupid girl. i was generous, i gave you a choice. all you had to do was tell me where the boy was and you could’ve lived. but stupid girls like you never listen. i’m gonna kill you now and you will see that it won’t be fast. thats what you get for talking back and disrespecting the dark lord.”
“i will never have any respect for you”
only seconds after, the pain set in and it was the worst pain you had ever felt in you entire life. you felt how the curse was draining your life out. how it killed every cell in your body painfully slow. voldemort watched you for a few minutes. satisfaction on his face as he watched you cry out in pain. after a few minutes he had enough and turned to leave. he wanted that you died all by yourself.
but still, trough all the pain you were experiencing you managed to grab just a bit of the spreaded powder, that was laying next to you on the floor.
and in mere seconds, just as voldemort turned his back to you and the muffliato you had performed on harry was about to dissolve, because of how fast it had to be cast and only you concentrating on it kept it working, you tossed the powder into the fireplace and mumbled the code word, that would send harry immediately to dumbledore.
voldemort reacted too late. as he turned around he could only see the green flames brightly glowing. no one to be seen in the fireplace itself. he looked at you laying on the ground, still in so much pain, but smiling triumphantly.
“oh great dark lord, didn’t you notice the little baby in the fireplace?”
voldemort growled at you and with one last swoosh of his wand he had slashed your troat. he took one long satisfied look at you, your eyes open, glisterned from laughing and a big smile on your lips.
he left the room. filled with range and anger. even if voldemort had killed you, he had still lost.
peter opened the door to the little room, after voldemort had left. his eyes fell to your body on the floor, a tear streaming down his face. even if you were dead, he could still read the betrayal and unanswered question in your eyes.
“peter” you seemed to say to him. “what did you do?”
it was probably that question alone that would haunt him to the end of his days...
—i wish i could take your pain away too
pairing: wanda maximoff x sister!reader
summary: wanda had just lost pietro, but there was still someone who’d like to comfort her.
warnings: mentions of death (suicide) and grief
authors note: check out treacherous on my wattpad!! (@lovelyxblossom)
wanda laid on her bed in the compound. she had just finished counting the lamps and was now moving on to the dark patches, as it knocked on her door.
“Come in” she called, without moving a muscle
“how are you?“ wanda would’ve instantly groaned if it weren’t for the person asking the question.
y/n walked into the room, laying down next to her sister.
“it feels different- lonely. we were never separate”
y/n nodded her head and took wandas hand in hers. “i can still feel him“ she said. “it makes me think about sokovia. when we were kids. he would hold my hand when we went to the market, he never left my side“
“I’m sorry, I’ve been locked away all week, I should’ve come to you, I’m the older sister, not you“
“don’t be. i assumed it would be worse for you. you knew him longer and you’re his twin“
“that doesn’t change anything, y/n. he was still your brother“
y/n smiled and laid her arms around her sister. “he will be fine, I’ll take care of it“
tears rolled down both their faces.
“i know you will” wanda said after a few seconds of silence.
“i wish i could do anything for you though”
“you just did”
y/n looked at her with sorrowful eyes, as she shook her head.
“wanda, i wish i could take your pain away too”
before wanda could answer, she sensed a presence behind the door and sighed.
“vision?”
“i apologize I don’t mean to intrude”
“you don’t?”
“well, i suppose, yes i did intend to come in here”
wanda chuckled and patted the empty spot to her right. “come here”
vision looked around the room in question before sitting down next to her.
“were you alone this whole time? i heard you talking so i-“
“i spoke to my sister”
“but, wanda? you don’t have a sister”
“i had a sister. her name was y/n she died while she was experimented on“
“oh, i apologise. you two were the only ones to survive the experiments, so I just thought…“
“..that it was just us two. only pietro and i“ wanda finished for him.
“yes. but why was it different with her?“ vision asked unsurely. “wasn’t she strong enough?”
at that wanda snapped. “she was stronger than pietro and i combined”
“I’m sorry wanda, I shouldn’t have-“
“no it’s alright. you couldn’t know. the experiments worked on us all. especially her. her abilities were unbelievable powerful. she was able to communicate with the dead, change someone’s destiny. bring death or take it away. she could do as she pleased. her powers had no limit. and that was the problem“
she made a pause and took visions hand in hers. “they- they wanted to see if there was a limit, so they let her use her powers on people, innocent people. random men and women, sometimes even children. she only did it because she was promised that pietro and i would be killed if she didn’t obligated. she was so happy when she was a child, but once these powers consumed her, she became sad and the darkness started to control her. but she was always kind, so she resisted just enough”
vision drew his hand through wandas hair, as he listened to her story.
“then came the day. they brought us to watch- me and pietro. and they brought in a little boy. he screamed and cried and y/n did too. but she had to kill him. but when it came to the resurrection she couldn’t do it. i remember her laying on the floor, trying to wake the little boy. and i could hear her scream”
vision looked down at that
“and she looked at us, and she looked so much younger than you look like at 15, because she was just a child. a little girl, and they made a killer out of her. I told them to bring her out to us. to let us calm her down and comfort her. pietro screamed at the guards as they said no to our appeal. and our little sister, she was still there, in the white, isolated box, the dead little boy next to her. she kept looking at us. i could see her veins turn dark when she touched the boys heart, like they did every time she took away someone’s pain. I could see her cry and plead. and i took pietros hand because I was scared. I was so scared”
wanda cried silently. vision intertwined their fingers and tried to sooth her.
“when the black veins reached her shoulders, that was the moment I realised something was wrong. she kept crying and screaming and we could still hear it through the thick glass. she seemed to be in immense pain, both physically and mentally. I was in a trance, I just stood there as i watched and cried.”
vision softly squeezed her hand, watching helplessly as tears ran down wanda’s face.
“but pietro pleaded to take her out, to stop whatever was going on. but they said no. they kept repeating that they wanted to see where this was going so we just stood there and did nothing. her cries grew louder and finally we could hear a last scream, before she collapsed on the floor. then nothing. nobody did anything. they waited. and after 20 minutes of us pleading and nothing happening the little boy sat up. that was the moment i knew. our sister had given her life to save someone else’s. we could just see the back of her head. and when they turned her around we screamed, her hair had turned from red to black. her whole face was littered with black veins and her eyes didn’t look like a bright blue sky anymore. the wouldn’t even let us to her. they just took her away”
“I’m so sorry wanda, that is horrible. and now this whole thing with pietro. I can’t put into words what I’d like to say to you”
“don’t worry vision. as I said before, I just talked to y/n, she told me that pietro was save and that she was able to take his pain away”
“but is it real? when you talk to her I mean? or is it only in your head?”
“if it’s just in my head, it doesn’t make it anything less real, does it?”
“I suppose you’re right”
they fell into silence as they watched the stars outside of wandas window.
wanda only looked away when she heard a cough. she turned to her door. there stood y/n and next to her- pietro! they both smiled and waved at her and wanda did it back. she watched as y/n took pietros hand in her own, just like she did when they were children-, and they both threw a last lingering gaze at wanda. then they walked through the door as they vanished into thin air.
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-> just posted my maximoff sibling fic (evina maximoff) on my wattpad profile (lovelyxblossom)
here’s the link:
If you want to check it out, I’d be happy
quill kipps, enemies to lovers, and y/n is best friends with lockwood, like a little sister to him
—i know places
pairing: quill kipps x lockwood!reader, anthony lockwood x cousin/sister!reader
summary: quill and y/n have been together for some time now, leaving their former enemies status behind, everything is going well, that is, until lockwood finds out about them
warnings: sexual themes
authors note: I know, I'm sorry, its not directly enemies to lovers but I wanted to keep it interesting. you could let me now if I should write a prequel though, for example how quill and y/n got together!!
note: ages: lucy, lockwood and george = 19 / y/n = 18, quill = 20
you were sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for the rest of your family to make their way downstairs. you had set the table beautifully, even picking up a few flowers from the garden.
this was your way of apologising after everything that had happened yesterday
well it was mostly Quill's fault.. but lets start at the beginning
you had hated Quill Kipps ever since you had first met him. mostly because Anthony did, and when Anthony did something, you would often do the same.
in many ways he was more than just your cousin, he was your brother. growing up you had always just had each other and you knew that you meant everything to him. at least he meant everything to you.
when the agency had gotten into a serious situation, where it was hard to cover the expenses of the house and still keeping your bodies alive with food and water, you had worked more than one job.
for a while you had worked on Kipps team as a researcher, until they were able to find Bobby. it wasn't like you liked it, but the pay was good and you preferred it better than living on the streets. even Lockwood had seemed to be fine with it. the moment you had escaped most of your debt, you had quit and for the most part that was it
well until you noticed that during your work, you and Quill had both grown quite interested in each other. so you went on a date, and another and another. at first it was awkward, but after some time it was normal to you. even if you were now sneaking around. fighting in front of Lockwood and kissing behind his back.
in some way it seemed to turn you both on. you weren't sure if that was healthy though, even if you did have a more than healthy relationship with Quill.
you had been together for the last two years and successfully kept it a secret. well, that brings us to yesterday.
there had been a case where Lockwood was actually on board to take the whole team to the library to do some research (even he realized that is was far too important for him to mess up) and to Lockwood’s usually luck (or lack of) Quill and his team had been there as well.
“Tony!” Quill had greeted “Tony junior” he raised his brows at you and watched as you rolled your eyes while laughing, luckily Anthony didn’t notice the endearing look you were giving each other
“Kipps” Anthony muttered in greeting
“finally the great Anthony Lockwood has to do some actual work too, huh?” Quill joked to which Anthony stumbled up onto his feet “oh! are you about to fight me?”
you stepped up behind Anthony to stop him from doing something stupid. you knew that he and the agency were still being watched. no use in fighting with a fittes agent.
“let me handle this” you patted your cousins shoulder
“he won’t, but i will. we’re discussing that now” you send a wink in Quill’s direction, taking his arm and sending Anthony, Lucy and George a serious nod, before you dragged the older boy behind you
“y/n?” Anthony had called out in confusion
“it’s fine, Ant”
Quill stepped into the broom closet behind you.
“we don’t have much time” you mumbled, before your hands went up to the sides of his face and dragged him towards you
“at least a few minutes will be enough for now” Quill muttered until he finally connected your lips.
like most of the times when you were like this, you didn’t notice how much time passed. you were so lost in each other, you didn’t even know what you were doing anymore. than, finally, the door was opened and light streamed into the dim light room.
your broke the kiss turning around at who had opened the door. the shock you felt when you noticed it was Anthony was indescribable.
Anthony’s sight was even worse. there was you, his little cousin— sister. your blouse had been unbuttoned, your red bra showing, your skirt had turned a bit and your hair and lipstick looked like you had gotten ready in a broom closet. next to you, kipps, shirt wide open, hair in an even messier state than yours and lipstick all over his face and neck.
before you could react, Anthony had walked forward and hit the wall with Quills back, holding him against it.
“Ant” you had shrieked
luckily, George and Lucy had heard the sound of Quills body hitting the wall and walked into the room, inspecting what was going on
“shit” muttered George upon your disheveled sight
Lucy tried to bring Anthony away from Quill, but the boys grip was hard and he didn’t even move.
“what did you do?” Anthony screamed into Quill’s face, still holding him in place by his collar
“he didn’t do anything” you pleaded, tears collecting in your eyes. Lucy stepped next to you, embracing your body
“what?” Anthony let go of Quill, because he was so confused.
Lucy helped you button up your blouse while George held Anthony away from coming close to Quill, who was buttoning up his shirt too.
“we’re going home” Anthony finally decided
“what? no i—“
“—no discussion, y/n” he turned around and walked away, closely followed by George. Lucy send you a smile “i will wait outside” before she left the closet and closed the door softly
“that wasn’t how it was supposed to go, huh?” Quill brought you close to his chest and combed through you hair, while you were crying
“i have never seen him that angry at me” you muttered
“you know Lockwood” Quill said “he will come around. i bet he will be fine in an hour”
but that hadn’t been true. a few moments later, you and Lucy had made your way out of the library only to notice that Lockwood had already left without you. George had been standing at the entrance, looking like a little puppy who had been left by his owner.
you hadn’t seen Anthony the whole evening. normally when you two would fight, those were resolved in a span of minutes, never more than an hour. and you definitely never went to bed angry. well that night Anthony did just that.
so now in the morning, you had decided to gain back the sympathy of the group by making breakfast for everyone. you knew that it wouldn't be hard to apologise to Lucy and George (if you even had to do that, the last time you had seen them, none of them seemed to be angry with you, well maybe a bit confused in George's case). Anthony would be entirely different
"morning" you smiled when your friends entered the kitchen, followed by a still not happy looking Anthony Lockwood.
George and Lucy bid you a good morning as well, before sitting down at the table and smiling about your effort. Anthony was silent, just sitting down in his usual seat and looking away from you
"so" you said, sitting down as well "I made breakfast, to, you know, apologise for yesterday's -" you stopped, uncomfortably "-events"
"there's nothing to apologize for" George said smiling and your heart rested, knowing that you had at least Lucy and him on your side
Anthony folded the paper, he had briefly looked over and found your eyes. "well" he said "there is"
"yes" you nodded already knowing beforehand, that he would like an apology from you "I'm sorry"
"..for what?" Anthony smiled smugly, like you were kids again
"for seeing Kipps behind your back"
"and betraying me"
"betraying you? Ant, this is ridiculous, we're not twelve anymore, are we?"
Anthony crossed his arms, not saying anything
"okay" you breathed "I'm sorry for seeing Kipps behind your back and betraying you, are we fine now?"
"not yet" he shrugged "if I'm allowing you to still see him, I would like some questions answered"
"allowing?" you repeated, stunned. you looked towards Lucy who sent you a look, that basically said to entertain Anthonys antics as long he would accept your relationship after "okay, sure" you breathed "what do you want to know?"
"how long?" Anthony leaned forward, quipping a brow
"two years"
"two years?!" the boy bellowed angrily "you were sixteen?"
"yes" you said slowly "but Quill was still seventeen when we started dating"
"he's way too old for you"
"just a year and a half, Ant"
"still" he paused, thinking about what he was going to ask next "so... you've already been intimate with each other?"
"oh my god" you breathed and you could hear George's chair dragging back, he was quickly stopped from leaving by Lucy
"answer the question, y/n" Anthony send you a disapproving look. he hated it when you didn't play his stupid games
"yes" you said
"here as well?"
"Ant, I don't-" the look he was sending you was saying enough "here as well" you nodded
"so he is like your boyfriend and everything?"
"yes he is"
"I know I shouldn't have let you work for him when times were rough, I should've handled it myself"
"you know that you're not responsible for me, right Ant?" you asked softly, noticing how disheveled the boy really was. he seemed like a father who thought he had done something wrong in the upbringing of his daughter.
"of course I am" his eyes found yours and he didn't look as angry anymore "you're the only family I have left, practically my sister, I'm the older one and if something happened to you-"
"its just a boyfriend, Ant" you took his hand "nothing will happen to me, but if it helps, you can still look after me, even if I'm an adult now, I'm sure Quill doesn't mind"
"he better not" Anthony muttered, but you could see a hint of his signature smirk lurking behind his eyes
you stood up and walked around the table, hugging the boy
"are we fine now?" you asked softly
"of course we are" he smiled "but your door stays open when he's here"
"Ant" you groaned
"just kidding" he leaned towards Lucy and George "or was I?"
"I heard that"