#Reader has strong telekinesis powers

[axelakim]

Broken Pieces

Pairing: Logan Howlett x F!reader (20 ish something)

Genre: angst and angst 

Warning: age gap, not proofread, use of Y/N

Summary: You got a crush on Logan while he is still overshadowed by Jean's death. The love journey between you two gets on a bumpy path.

Xavier school has been busy because of the new entrances. Young, hopeless mutant which Professor X found out through Cerebro. The teachers feel a bit overwhelmed by them. It is kinda hard to control the youngsters to face their fear. Fear of losing control. Ororo, Raven, Hank, Logan, and Professor put so much effort changing the youngsters mindset. Saturday night feels a bit lay low now, the students are partying in Xavier's backyard, including you. The only class five mutant student in the school. telekinesis, energy manipulation, and some form of neuroelectronic interfacing power

all united in the body of an 18 year old girl. 4 years ago Professor accompanied by storm came to your house offering a safe place, you'd call your second home now. What about the parents? they still visit you once in a while. At the beginning you thought they were the one who called Professor to take you out but turned out wrong. Charles who's the one tracked you. They never abandoned their little girl, the reason why your mom and dad let you go is for the reason that you will be able to accept your gifts and harness it for the better use like X-Men did. So here you are now. Being an exemplary student after 4 years of practicing in this gifted school.

Logan is one of your favorite teachers. He teaches history. You two share quite strong bonding whether in usual or defense class. Always has his eye on you, protecting you even though he knows it's just a practice. That's how you develop a crush on him since last year. After Jean's death, Logan has been a different man, he mourns for almost 6 months fully. But when he was told to teach history to fill his days by the professor he got better. That's the moment he met you.

The party is almost done, several of your friends went back to the dorm already. You and Gina and Hector are left behind. Enjoying each other's company till almost midnight. 

When you got back to your room, you saw logan and Ororo chatting in the living room. They didn't hear you coming, you were about to say hi but it stopped your intention when you heard Miss Grey's name in the conversation.

“So how you feeling logan?” ororo asked

“Great, the kids are quite a handful but i always manage it i always do”

“No, not the kids. I mean jean. Still dreamed of her?”

“O-oh yeah still the same. It's always about the wars and her, every night”

“You have to move on logan. That was not your fault. Try to make peace with it. I hate to see my friend suffer” she sighed

“It is what it is storm. At least I get occupied with the kids. Leave me struggling just at night” he answered while sipping the beer

You were still there, knowing it was wrong to eavesdrop on your teacher's conversation. That's all because of Logan, your curiosity increases when it comes to him.

“I see you close with Y/N. You two seem to share a special moment in every class you taught. Would you tell me about that?” 

“Y/N?” he chuckle, “Nah she's a sweet kid but I just care for her as a student”

“Maybe caring for someone can mean something logan. You act differently around her I can see that. Smile more often. She able to dissipate your scowl face instantly and the school is not against it let me tell you”

Little did you know,you smile hearing her chatter

“No storm, she wasn't even near to Jean” logan almost snapped and bowed his head in frustration.

You've heard it all. Heart breaks into pieces knowing he doesn't feel anything for you after all he does the whole damn year. Feeling you shouldn't be there since the beginning, you stupidly stepped back, hand hitting the vase on the table near you. The vase breaks into pieces resembling how your heart feels right now. Logan and Storm are taken aback with what happened. You ran fast but carefully to your room, hoping they would not see you in the first place. 

“What was that?” logan asked

“I don't know. No one's here. The hall is empty too” while looking around

“Maybe the pets did it” she adds

“Yeah maybe. Let's just clear this up” was the last thing you heard from your room.

Crying silently, you want to stop but you just can't. There's agony and rage inside of you.

“Why you feel hurt Y/N? Why? he's just try to be a good teacher, nothing more. Accept it, accept it you stupid pathetic girl. You're not Miss Jean Grey” talking to yourself like a lunatic. 

The crying is getting uncontrollable. You become bad at controlling your power if you were filled with so much negative energy but forcing the dark power inside to not come out is hard. You don't want to wake everyone up. So, you decide to go to the backyard in a hurry. Near the lake u keep trying to hold it all but your body can't lie. Your face is numb, can't feel anything. Body floating in the air and is circled by the red light which is your power. You were struggling, and couldn't catch a breath.

Professor woken up by the energy of yours. He awakened all the teachers and told them to go to your room but you're not there. All of them went directly to the backyard but they found nothing, you were drowning in the lake at that moment. Logan saw a vague red light from the water. He knew it was you, he jumped into the water to save you.

You are all wet and unconscious. Storm doing CPR so that the water you swallowed spat out. You woke up for a moment and saw everyone.

“Jesus kid, are you okay?” he asked, full of worry in his voice. 

“I'm s-sorry i…” said you faintly

Before you could continue you ran out of energy and blacked out. They finally bring you to the lab. Logan was the one carrying you there without you realizing it.

I will make several part of this story. I've rarely seen angst for Logan, so I try to write it myself. Let me know your thoughts about this. Hope you guys enjoy it!

[chosolala]

ok hi!! i have a weird and random request 😃

 i have been OBSESSED with the idea of the jjk men with a reader who “secretly has superpowers” (like telekinesis, plant manipulation, energy manipulation, and etc.) Then while out on a date with them, the reader suddenly shows it unexpectedly because of random and sudden movements that came out of nowhere and it revealed how powerful the reader was. Im so sorry if this is soo confusingg 🥹

(can you please make it into headcanons and the characters are: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Choso, Toji, Yuji, and Megumi? and any other character you want and what kind of superpower you want the reader to have? :>)

THANK YOUU SO MUCH OMFG 😭

hidden powers!! ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

thank u for the request this was super fun to write :] i hope u guys enjoy !!

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satoru gojo

is definitely super happy when he finds out you’re strong like him

keeps calm until you guys finish your date then hes literally acting like a child on christmas morning

constantly bothering you after the fact to show him your powers

as if he couldn’t be any more in love with you he’s literally obsessed with you now

follows you around like a lost puppy, anything you tell him to do he’s on it

suguru geto

he’s shocked but doesn’t really show it or anything

tries not to freak out but he’s very interested in what else you’re able to do

a few days after the date he’d probably bring it up and ask you about it and what else you’re able to do

if you guys weren’t official official before that date, he’s definitely trying to tie you down for good now

i don’t think geto would date a normal, non powerful person (like how he sees non sorcerers as below him)

kento nanami

he’s shocked when he first finds out and definitely asks you about it

like he’d borderline interrogate you on your abilities

he doesn’t treat you any differently though, the fact that you’re super strong doesn’t make him like or dislike you any more or less

not to say he isn’t very impressed and happy with your powers, he just doesn’t want you to think that he’s seeing you differently now so he’s very careful about it

waits until you open up about it and explain your powers to him

choso kamo

he’s shocked like genuinely has sparkles in his eyes when he sees your powers

imagine the sexy jutsu wow sound effect from naruto 😭😭

he definitely grills you about it for the rest of the date, he wants to know all about your abilities

doesn’t realize that he’s asking too many questions until you literally have to tell him to calm down

if he were a dog his tail would be wagging non stop

he’s happy that you’re similar to him and there’s another thing for you guys to bond over since he has a hard time making connections :]

toji fushiguro

he’s upset you didn’t tell him sooner but also intrigued

he wants to fight you to see how strong you are 😭(he goes super easy on you and if he’s stronger than you he lets you win anyway)

curses so loud in the restaurant you guys are at when he sees your powers

“what tha fart!?.”

he assures you later that night that you being strong is just another thing to add to the list of reasons to love you :] (awwweee)

yuji itadori

similar to choso, this boy literally has stars in his eyes when he sees your powers

tries to be secretive about it as if you having powers is a crime and nobody else can know about it

he’s kind of dumb but he’s got the spirit

genuinely asks you to beat him up to see how strong you are

literally cheers like he’s so happy there’s another thing you two can relate to

constantly bragging to all his other classmates about how strong you are

“if you don’t apologize, my partners gonna beat you up” even tho this man is fully capable of fighting his own battles 😭

megumi fushiguro

(shibuya spoilers!!)

he’s shocked at first (makes that face he made when toji khs infront of him lol)

he’s so happy that you have similar abilities to him but he’s trying to stay calm and not make any faces

struggles to hide a smile tho

tries to change the topic since you aren’t really acknowledging it but eventually caves and asks you about your powers

atp he may as well start taking notes with all the questions he’s asking

he’s just genuinely interested and wants to know all about you and your abilities

he’s 100000x more attracted to you now that he knows you’re powerful teeheehee

[writing0305]

Hated and loved.

Pairing: Homelander x F!Supe!Reader.

Summary: Homelander, your boyfriend and group leader, is pissed at you after you went out drinking with friends and returned home later than you had said. But after old things come out, you turn the argument on him.

Warnings: Homelander. Heavy swering. Toxic and slightly abusive relationship. Unhinged reader.

The moment you joined the Seven as a supe with extreme telekinesis, Homelander was absolutely taken with you. You were a lot like him in some ways. People feared you and you’re powers. Not only could you move things without physical touch, but you’re incredibly strong. Indestructible, just like Homelander. You weren’t fragile, and that was what he liked about you.

You two hit it off pretty quickly. Mostly because Homelander stalked every aspect of your life, watching and learning what you liked and didn’t like and using it to his advantage. He took claim to you very quickly after you succumbed to his advances towards you.

After this, he quickly came to learn that you were not afraid of him. You couldn’t die, couldn’t really get hurt. You were nearly untouchable and you knew that. And not only untouchable because you were indestructible, but also because Homelander was fucking desperate for the love and attention you gave him.

Homelander fucking thrived on the attention you gave him. As well as the love and adoration he got from the fans for just being with you. The fans adored you and he got some love from them by just mere association with you.

He fucking loved every last bit of being with you.

But sometimes…just sometimes, he fucking hated how unafraid you were of him. You did as you pleased and it made him fucking livid. You dressed how you wanted, spoke to who you wanted, and did just what you wanted. His opinion did not matter to you.

He’s learned to live with it but by no means has he accepted it. And that in itself, causes a whole lot of fucking arguments. Arguments on arguments. Sometimes it was like the two of you got off on arguing, riling each other up, and pushing each other’s buttons.

You liked it, he was sure of it. That’s the only reason he could think of for the stunt you pulled.

It was a Sunday night when you decided to go out for a few drinks with your personal assistant and social media manager. At least you had the courtesy to tell him. Only a few drinks you had told him, you wouldn’t be that long. But he listened and watched your penthouse that was just below his, and you came home in the early Monday morning, fucking plastered.

Spitefully, Homelander called an early morning meeting with The Seven. Except, only you got the memo and everyone else was still tucked away in their beds while you got up at fucking seven in the morning to go see him.

You let out a stifled yawn as you stepped into the Seven’s meeting room. It was empty, except for Homelander who stood at the head of the table, facing the large windows with his back turned to you.

You opened your mouth to ask where the rest were as you slowly made your way toward the table, but Homelander spoke up before you got the chance. “Where were you last night?” He asked in a low voice, his back remaining turned towards you.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you stared at him, walking around the table to get to your chair that was just next to his. It used to be Maeve’s but he made her move after you joined. “I told you yesterday, I was going out with some work friends.” You muttered, not bothering to mention names because he never cared about names. Not human names, or female names.

“You said you were going out for a few drinks, not staying out the whole fucking night.” He snapped as he spun around, his turn sharp. His eyes were cold as he glared at you. “It doesn’t take the whole fucking night to have a few drinks.” He snapped once more.

“I lost track of time.” You replied with a dismissive shrug of your shoulders as you sat down in your chair, crossing one leg over the other and leaning back.

“You don’t have a fucking watch?” He snapped again as he raised his eyebrows, taking long strides towards you. He grabbed onto the armrests of your chair and leaned down, his face inches away from yours. “Who were you with?” He questioned as his eyes squinted.

You sighed with a roll of your eyes. “Jessica and Lizzie.” You replied, pursing your lips as you stared at him with a blank look in your eyes.

There was a brief flick of red in his blue eyes as his head cocked to the side. “Lizzie? The biggest fucking whore in Vought, that Lizzie?” He asked as he quirked an eyebrow.

You knew very well of the reputation your social media manager had in Vought. She was a beautiful woman and she enjoyed the attention of men every now and then. She was still young and single and working with a bunch of superheroes. You couldn’t really blame the girl.

“Don’t call her that.”  You muttered in a low voice as you shook your head, glaring at Homelander.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes as he stood up and stepped back. He clasped his hands together behind his back and inhaled slowly. “Where there men?” He questioned as his eyes squinted, knowing well how much Lizzie enjoyed the company of men. Where men were, Lizzie was.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you scoffed in disbelief. “What?” You asked as you quirked an eyebrow.

“You fucking heard me!” He snapped, his voice growing eruptedly loud as his jaw clenched so tightly, that if he was human he might have just cracked all his teeth.

“I went out with Jessica and Lizzie, we had a few drinks, that’s it.” You huffed as you dismissively waved his concerns off with your hand

“I fucking texted and I fucking called, and I got fuckall in return.” He snapped at you once again and there was another flick of red in his blue eyes. His nostrils were flaring and his fists clenched behind his back.

You rolled your eyes, remembering how your phone dinged or rang every few minutes, with Homelander asking where you were and when you were coming back. At some point, you just began ignoring your phone and even turned it off. “I answered the first few texts but after a while answering my phone every fucking five minutes grew tiring.” You snapped back at him.

“Watch your fucking tone with me.” He warned as he pointed a threatening finger in your direction and again you saw that flick of red in his eyes. You were unfazed by it but you were starting to get irritated.

With a  huff you got up to your feet, crossing your arms over your chest. “Why are you acting like this?” You asked with a shake of your head as your eyebrows furrowed.

He sighed as his eyes flicked up to the ceiling for a split second. “Like fucking what?” He asked in an almost monotone voice, not liking that any of this was being turned around on him. You were in the fucking wrong here, not him.

“Suspicious of me.” You answered in a snappy tone as your arms unfolded and you pointed a hand at your chest. “Like I fucking did something.” You huffed.

"You don't answer my texts or calls, how could I not be suspicious?" He questioned as he raised his eyebrows.

"No, you just don't trust me enough!" You yelled as you pointed a finger in his direction before turning around with another huff and heading for the doors. But you only got as far as Starlight’s chair before his words made you stop in your tracks.

“Oh cut the fucking pity party crap!” He yelled back at you, his eyes burning red as you slowly turned around to face him. He knew he couldn’t kill you but he could still do at least a little damage if he really tried.

“For fucks sake…what do you want me to say here, Homelander?” You asked as you spread your arms out by your sides, shrugging your shoulders. “What do you want?” You asked as your head cocked to the side.

His jaw clenched and his eyes turned blue again. He shook his head at you. “I don’t know Y/n…maybe a fucking apology.”  He snapped with a shrug of his shoulders. “You think that’s something you can fucking manage?” He asked as he squinted his eyes.

You raised your eyebrows and scoffed in a mixture of disbelief and amusement. “Apologize for what?” You asked.

“Not fucking answering your phone, staying out the whole fucking night, and going out with the biggest fucking whore known to mankind.” He replied as he listed the things on his fingers, his voice growing harsher with every word he spoke.

Your eyes squinted at him as your head cocked to the side again. “What the fuck is your problem with Lizzie?” You asked as you crossed your arms over your chest.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, a snarky smile tugging at his lips. “Oh please, everyone knows she’s banged and sucked every guy in this place.” He snapped as he waved his hand around in the air.

You silently stared at him for a second, your jaw clenching. “Oh? Every guy?” You repeated as you quirked an eyebrow, your hands trembling as you felt the power inside your veins surging through you.

“For fuck sake Y/n.” He sighed as he lowered his head, knowing his comment was a big fucking shot in the foot for himself. “It was before you even fucking joined The Seven.” He explained, confirming that he was indeed one of the guys Lizzie had been with. Your hand shot out, your fingers spreading as they tensed and you picked up Noir’s chair from across the table. With a flick of your hand, the chair launched at Homelander and he dodged it. He stared at the chair that fell behind him and then slowly turned to face you, his jaw clenching. “Do that again, I fucking dare you.”  He spat as he pointed a finger at you and your arm stretched out again, hand tensing as you picked up Deep’s chair and flicked your wrist, sending the chair in Homelander’s direction.“Y/N!” He screamed as the chair whirled past him and hit the nuclear-proof window.

You shook your head and dismissively shrugged your shoulders. “I have nothing to apologize for.” You muttered softly.

He hummed softly, slowly nodding his head as he took long strides towards you. You didn’t flinch back when he reached out and grabbed onto your chin. “Oh, I think you do.” He muttered in a low voice as he nodded his head again.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “Yeah well, good luck getting an apology out of me.” You muttered as you quirked an eyebrow, a challenging look in your eyes. A look that made Homelander almost go fucking farrel for you.

“Oh sweetheart, you know I always get my way, one way or another.”  He replied in a soft voice, looking almost dazed as his gaze drifted over your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “The easy way, or the fucking hard way.” He gritted out as his gloved fingers started digging into your skin.

You grunted softly, shoving his hand off. “Yeah well go to Lizzie with your fucking hard-on and see if she can give you what you want.” You spat at him before turning around to walk away.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your back against his chest. He leaned into your ear, his nose brushing against it. “You don’t talk to me that way.” He reminded you in a low whisper.

“What are you going to do?” You asked in a cocky voice as you turned your head enough to look back at him. You raised your eyebrows as the slightest smirk tugged at your lips. “Can’t kill me because I can’t fucking die…can’t lock me away either because well, then you’ll go back to being a fucking sad and lonely man who is desperate for love.”  You whispered in a harsh tone.

His eyebrows furrowed as he shook his head. He kept his grip on your hair and his other hand came around to cup your cheek. “I would never lock you away sweetheart.” He whispered, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and deeply inhaling your scent.

“Then let fucking go of me.” You gritted out as you took a deep breath to calm yourself, your fingers twitching as they threatened to tense once again.

Homelander sighed and rolled his eyes before he lifted his head from the crook of your neck and released your hair. You turned around to face him with a glare as your jaw clenched. He offered you his eerie brought smile. “You know…I think you’re the only person on this whole fucking green earth, who isn’t scared of me.”  He said as he wiggled a finger in your direction. “That’s one of the reasons I like you so much.”

You raised your eyebrows at him as your head tilted to the side. “Like?” You repeated, your eyes squinting.

Homelander pursed his lips, catching the slip of his words. He reached out and cupped your cheek as he offered you a small smile. “Love.” He corrected himself. Even in your state of anger, you didn’t have to doubt that he loved you. That was one thing, no matter what happened between the two of you, that neither of you had to doubt. You fucking loved each other.

“No.” You huffed with a shake of your head as you pushed his hand away. “No, you don’t get to fucking touch me right now.” You snapped as you pointed a threatening finger at him.

He raised surprised eyebrows as his head cocked to the side. “What?” He questioned in a low voice.

You breathed deeply to calm yourself, clenching your tensing fingers by your side. “Did you fuck Lizzie?” You asked in a low voice. You knew Homelander had been with the woman, but in what way exactly you didn’t know. And you wanted to know. You weren’t sure why you felt so jealous, you knew this happened before you. But still, you didn’t like the thought of someone, at one point having what you have now.

He quirked an eyebrow, seeing the opportunity to piss you off even further. “Would it make you angry if I say yes?” He asked as the corner of his lips nearly tugged up into a smirk.

You inhaled sharply, twisting your neck as all the muscles in your body tensed up. “I’m already fucking angry, so just tell me the truth.” You snapped in a firm voice.

“Yes, I did.” He replied in a monotone voice as he clasped his hands together behind his back. Your hand flexed by your side and Starligth’s chair slowly rose into the air behind you. Homelander’s lip twitched into a snarl as he pointed at the chair. “I swear if you throw that fucking chair.” He warned.

You silently glared at Homelander for a second before dropping the chair behind you with a huff. “You know, I hope you’ve had your fill of fucking, because you won’t get any for a while.” You informed him before turning on your heels and walking in the direction of the door.

Homelander was taken aback by your words and he stared at you in disbelief as he raised his eyebrows. “Excuse me?” He questioned.

“You fucking heard me!” You yelled, not once turning to look back at him as you continued on your path towards the doors.

“Y/n!” He called out after you, his voice harsh. “Get back here!” He screamed as his eyes flashed red while the doors slipped open and you walked out. “Y/N!” He screamed, sending two laser beams in the direction of the door, scorching the spot you had been in just mere seconds ago.

He sighed as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back. He fucking hated and loved these arguments. He loved and hated the thrill. But he fucking loved whenever you made it up to each other or just fucked out your anger.

He hated and loved being with you. And he wouldn’t give you up for anything. Ever.

[stardust-and-snickerdoodles]

fall asleep, close my eyes, and disappear pt. 1

fandom: X-Men

pairing: Charles Xavier x Reader

summary: Charles Xavier is familiar with the weight of his students' past traumas, including yours. At least that's what he thinks, until a mission-related injury prompts him to delve into your mind, uncovering a deep-seated trauma you've repressed. Fearing he's caused more harm, Charles works with you to reveal this forgotten memory and heal from your past experiences.

tags/warnings: injury, rape aftermath/recovery (implied), anxiety, panic attacks, emotional hurt/comfort, charles xavier trying his very best not to invade someone else's privacy

word count: 2089

Charles Xavier is well-acquainted with the traumatic past lives of his students. It is easy to see how many of them had come from terrible circumstances, how many had been ridiculed or hurt or abandoned. He has seen his share of darkness as well, and he wishes to protect his students from any more of it.

Amidst all the sadness and despair that clouds the minds of the youngsters, there is you. Old enough to be a teacher, but new enough to your powers to still be a student. You are close with Charles due to your age, but keep him an arm’s length away. You, too, had been hurt in the past. You don’t want to trust your heart to anyone… yet.

Being surrounded by all the young students, you know you have to put on a brave face. You smile in the hallways and laugh and tell jokes. And things are fine – you enjoy your pseudo-parental role at the school.

But something is missing. A heaviness weighs on your mind, something dangerous that you subconsciously suppress. All you know is that sometimes you wake in the middle of the night gasping, and it feels like you’ve lost something.

Charles knows of course – Charles always knows – but figures you’ll come to him when you feel comfortable. He learned his lesson about prying into people’s minds long, long ago. And he doesn’t want to push you away the way he’d pushed away others (Erik, Raven, Jean – no, he shouldn’t think of these things). He cares for you far too much to lose you.

That being said, as time passes, Charles can't help but grow more and more concerned. He hears you lying awake at night, or even worse, in the throes of a nightmare. Yet in the morning, it seems all is well. You carry on as always, no worse for wear. It worries Charles. The temptation to just read your mind and see what plagues you is all too strong. But he respects your privacy.

But he can’t stay out of your mind forever, no matter how much he wants to.

The X-Men had been sent off to assist a crew of miners who had been trapped in a cave. A small mishap led to a few injuries amongst the team, nothing serious but certainly enough to warrant a visit to Hank after. You received the worst of it – your powers of telekinesis meant you were in the thick of it, pulling rocks off the imprisoned crew – when a section of the wall crumbled away on top of you. You managed to block most of the debris, but a well-timed drop of a boulder managed to clip you on the head, knocking you unconscious for a brief interlude. You woke shortly thereafter, already on the ship and headed home, but the team insisted you get checked out despite your protests.

When you arrive back at the school, Hank and Charles wait with matching anxious expressions. You stumble along with the help of Kurt, trying to look like you aren’t leaning too heavily on him.

Charles and Hank rush to you. Hank comes up on your left to support that side, while Charles sweeps his eyes over you protectively. You wave them off with a bloodied hand. “I’m fine, guys, seriously.” You aren’t – your head is pounding – but students are standing at the doors to the school, and you know you have to put on a brave face for their sake.

Hank side-eyes you. “You’re bleeding.”

“Hank, take her to the lab. I’ll be down shortly,” Charles says, barely keeping the worry out of his voice. You flash him what you hope is a reassuring smile. It doesn’t seem to change his expression.

Down in the lab, Hank runs a myriad of tests, all while you complain and insist that you are fine. Eventually, he lets out a sigh. “Well, everything looks okay.” You move to hop off the exam table when he holds out a hand to stop you. “But I want Charles to take a look to make sure you didn’t goof up your brain. I can’t see everything on a CT scan.”

You groan and settle back in. Charles, always with a talent for dramatic timing, enters at that precise moment. “How are you feeling?” he says as he rolls up to the table.

“Like I said before, I’m fine. Just a little bump, is all.”

Charles stares at you, as if trying to read your mind without actually doing it. His eyebrows furrow before he turns to his colleague. “Hank?”

Hank crosses his arms. “Her scans all seem fine. A bit of rest should take care of the residual ache. But I’d like you to see for yourself. Just in case.”

Charles nods and looks at you again. “Are you alright with that?”

You shrug. “Go for it, professor.”

Charles wheels himself a little closer. “Lay back,” he murmurs, positioning himself at the head of the exam table.

You do as he asks, and Charles places two warm fingers on your temple. Your eyes flutter shut as you feel him enter your mind.

Charles weaves through the lanes of your conscious, seeking out any damage. He takes in your recent memories, watches the rock wall crumble on top of you. He digs deeper, searching further into your past. He watches as you come to the school, watches you trudge through the rainy streets as a homeless beggar, watches your family leave you. Charles breezes past those memories as quick as he can – no sense in dwelling on the things that cannot be changed. He races down neural pathways and connections, spotting nothing of note.

That is, until he slams into a mental wall, one so thick and aversive that even he might have a hard time getting through it. He is so deep into your mind that he isn’t sure you even know this exists. Concern courses through him as he attempts to break through the wall. But it won’t give, at least not without causing you distress. Already he can hear you – outside your mind, in the real world – whimpering in anguish.

Charles pulls away, mentally and physically, drawing his hands from your temples. Your eyes shoot open, and for a moment there’s a flash of fear in them. But it’s gone in an instant. Charles realizes how starved for air he seems to be and takes in a deep breath.

You sit up quickly. “All good?” you ask.

Charles nods, unable to speak, and you hop off the table. Before he or Hank can get another word in, you are out the door and on your way.

“Charles?” Hank looks at his friend in confusion. “What is it? What did you see?”

The professor stares blankly at the table. “Her mind… There’s something… I’m not sure.”

“Is it from the accident?”

Charles shakes his head. “No, this was… deeper. Further back. Something she’s repressed. I doubt she even knows it’s there.”

…

Upstairs, your fellow teammates greet you with sighs of relief and gratitude for making the mission a success. Someone proposes the idea of drinks, and all of a sudden people are putting coats on and discussing plans for the night.

“Um, I think I’m going to pass on this one,” you announce, wringing your hands together nervously. You’re afraid to miss out on the festivities, but your head is aching and you know you should probably rest.

Your team wishes you well and heads out, and soon you are left in the kitchen alone. You trudge up the stairs to your room, nearly ready to collapse from exhaustion. It seems fate had other plans for you though, for as soon as your back hits the mattress, there’s a knock on your door.

You groan quietly and twist your hand in the direction of the door. It opens with a soft click and soon you hear the telltale sound of Charles’s wheels on the floor.

You squint at him out of one eye as he makes his way to the side of your bed. “Yes?” you question when he doesn't say anything. “Did you need something?”

“No, no,” Charles reassures, his voice soft. “I just wanted to make sure you truly were alright.”

“Well, my head hurts something awful but I think I just need to rest,” you reply honestly.

Charles nods and you turn on your side to face him, pulling a pillow under your cheek. Again, the professor says nothing more, just gazes at you with those striking blue eyes of his. You watch him for a moment, before you feel your eyes begin to drift closed.

Just as you’re about to fall asleep, you hear him murmur. “What?” you grumble, slightly annoyed that your peace was disturbed.

Charles clears his throat and speaks up. “I wanted to ask you something.”

“You know you can ask me anything,” you yawn. Sleep pulls your eyelids closed again.

“Would it be alright if I looked into your mind while you were sleeping?”

You snort out a laugh. “I love when people ask before they violate my privacy.”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

You snap your eyes open, only to see him starting to wheel away. “No, Charles, it’s fine. I was joking.”

“Right.” He comes closer to the bed again.

“Did you see something wrong earlier?” Panic creeps into your voice at the thought. “Is there something wrong with my brain?”

“No, darling, of course not,” Charles rushes. “You’re… perfect. I just want to make sure. Sometimes things can be revealed in sleep that are not present while we are awake.”

That seems to make sense to you, so you settle further into your pillow, letting your eyes fall closed again. “Well, just… have fun digging around, I guess,” you mutter. “Don’t break anything.”

Before long, you’re out like a light.

Charles wastes no time in laying his fingers on your temples again. This time, he knows where he’s headed and he makes his way along the pathways quickly. He can feel a heaviness begin to weigh on him as he comes closer to the mental block. Perhaps this is what causes your nightmares, your occasional zoning out, your sad disposition that hid behind a cheerful façade.

Charles prepares himself as he approaches the wall, trying to get a sense for its depth and meaning. He can tell that this blockade was formed long ago. Perhaps not in your childhood – it isn’t that far back – but maybe as a teenager. And it’s so strong, it rivals his own mental walls.

Carefully, Charles begins to pick away at the wall. He pushes and pulls at the tenuous strings that make up the outer barrier, then chisels away at more cemented bits further in. The further he goes, the heavier the darkness seems to become. His own mind is beginning to feel fatigued, but he can sense he’s close. Whispers of this forgotten memory slip through the cracks that form, not enough to make out but he knows they’re there.

Finally, finally, he breaks through. And instantly, he wishes he hadn’t.

No.

Stop.

Please!

Charles forces himself out of your mind, his breaths coming in short gasps. The room has darkened with the approaching night, and your still-sleeping form is illuminated by moonlight. Charles runs a shaking hand over his eyes. What have I done?

As he looks on, your body begins to shake and tremble. You let out heart-wrenching cries as a nightmare overtakes you. Those same cries that he hears every night, those same cries he just heard in your subconscious. “Don’t break anything,” you had said. Has he broken you?

The wall. He has to put the wall back in place. This memory, this horror… He has to protect you. With trembling fingers, Charles re-enters your mind.

Already he can see the memory seeping out, its darkness spilling into the recesses of your mind. Charles feels his heart sink as he realizes the damage he’s caused. It’s like Jean all over again.

Except this time, he is determined not to lose you.

Brick by brick, string by fragile string, Charles rebuilds the barricade around the memory. He seals in as much of it as he can.

Not forever, no. Not like Jean.

He will help you reveal it yourself. And then he will help you heal.

But to let it all out at once… that would destroy you.

>>>

part 2

[serxinns]

Who remembers when @thefiery-phoenix made class 1a x scarlet witch reader well I wanna make a part 2 (or my version of it) of it because I LOVE IT and because I want more op readers cause they're hated

Disclaimer: This is a gift for both @thefiery-phoenix and @lady-ashfade CAUSE I LOVE THEM and their fics please go support them

Part 4

Part 3

Part 2

Yandere class 1a (and some teachers) x scarlet witch reader Headcanons

Class 1a (romantic)

• Your powers are very strong and you knew that you could bend iron, and have chaos magic, telekinesis, Teleportation, energy manipulation, and light manipulation you were so powerful (not as powerful as the big 3 tho) that you got many praises from your elementary and middle school teachers but the other students despise that and called you a witch or a villain despise your past you were gonna keep going and be a hero! With your classmates totally not insanely infatuated with you supporting your goal!

• the class has been obsessed with you ever since day 1 there was always someone walking with you to class, school, and even home, and even when you arrived at home they would always spam text you about your day or did you arrvied safe at home, wanting to spend time with you, you it gets a bit annoying but you didn't mind much or see it wrong with it

• Whenever if it's lunchtime both Bakusquad and Dekusqaud fight over who gets to sit with you and whoever wins in the end both squads glare at each other or one evilly smirks while the other glares at each other

"They should sit with us!" ochako grabbed your hand and tugged you over to their table only to be stopped by Mina "Back off you already had a turn!" Mina glared at her "That's because you're always hogging them *kero*" Tsuyu said with a bit of venom in her voice "Not true!!" Both groups were going at each other arguing you were getting tired of this so you walked over to where Jiro, momo, tokoyami, and Ojiro sat and ate there while the group was busy fighting

"Are you ok dear?" momo asked worriedly while the others looked in concern "Yeah it's just them fighting again and I couldn't take it so im sitting here!" you smiled the group signed dreamily wishing you were theirs, they'll be the one to see that smile "you're always welcomed to eat with us whenever you don't wanna eat with them plus dark shadow always loves your company" tokoyami said while dark shadow was smiling and waving at you "aw guys you're the best!" you beamed unaware that dekusquad and bakusquad were sending a menacing glare at the group your sitting at they did a "we won you lose" smirk

•the class is VERY protective of you if you get a small injury from a villain battle or even a single scratch from a villain everyone is trying to assist you whenever you need something like a drink some more bandages or even carry you to the bathroom they would it's like a competition to them for who cares more for You

•in training your classmates would be pulling you around like a doll arguing about who will be your training partner and at the end of the day it gets so bad that Aizawa, mic, or Midnight had to step in and be your partner while they assign your classmates into their partners they all groan

•When hanging out Dekusquad would always either cuddle with you when it's movie night or a sleepover or whenever you walk beside them their hands are on you whether it be your shoulder, your hand, or even ur waist (if you're comfortable) anywhere for the bakusquad they would always go to trampoline places or arcade games to compete who gets the most tickets and would see who got the best gift for you. They would always flirt with you trying to get a reaction from you whether it be a flustered face or an annoyed glance they'll still be in awe

•Your classmates make sure you don't overwhelm your powers iida makes sure you don't overuse your quirk and tries to observe it Izuku would write down 4-5 pages about your quirk and maybe some unnecessary things about you too he needs to learn more about it he just has to even if it means to sneak in your room for it bakugo would try to make you spare with him and lecture about your skills and quirk and how you should use it safely Kirishima and mina is your hype friend they'll try to hype you up whenever your tryna spare katsuki even try to sneak in a new strategy or 2 but katsuki would always yell at them

•You and Koda have a bond because of animals he likes to about animals he helps you learn about nature and animals and would make flower crowns for you and him. he adores it when a bunch of birds fly on you and starts to nuzzle on your cheek he instantly Dies of cuteness right then and there and swore to always protect you

•You and Sato bonded because of your love for sweets he loves to make all sorts of pastries and if you don't like pastries that's ok he'll search up your favorite food and surprise it for you with a big smile on your face whenever he's baking he always let you be the taste tester he loves how your eyes sparkle and always complimenting his dishes it makes him more confident to bake more and whenever he makes a big batch he always have a leftover portion in a box or bag with a cute bow on top just for you

•Jirou loves to jam with you and makes you hang out in her room if you are a singer or play some type of instrument she will take you somewhere so that the two of you can be alone and y'all can jam out make jokes and talk about your favorite band she would always gift your my melody gifts while you gift her Kuromi merch or plushies you 2 even have matching my melo and kuromi hoodies

•Ojiro would always wants you to touch his tail every time he sees you his tag is wagging like a happy dog! He always wraps his tail around you whenever you cuddle with him or when you walk with him he wraps his tail around you whenever you're out in public ojiro usually hangs out with Tokoyami and Shoji cause they're the only people he trusts around you and he didn't mind he, loves to hold you up in the air or toss you up

•Shoji is like a giant puppy he sees you hurt wraps his arms around you and quickly finds safety whenever one of your classmates tries to check on you or tryna get you out of the fleshy cocoon he "Politely" tells them to back off and uses excuses like "they need rest" or "I'll quickly rush to recover girl (he would sneak you off into his room right after unless u had bad injuries ) needless to say he'll spoil you rotten with his amazing Hands and cuddles

•Tokoyami prefers to be in a quiet place alone with you so whenever you want to study to get your obsessive classmates off your back he would offer you to stay with him just in case you need some quiet time or wanna go to the food court to study tokoyami is a pretty good study/project partner if you get to know him, whenever your in trouble dark shadow would go feral like a wild animal for whoever messes with you tokoyami loves to hang out with you and dark shadow it lights up his world and he won't let anyone take his light

•Hakagure is like a lovesick puppy she would always follow you around ALL THE TIME wanting to talk, talk, talk but you didn't mind it was annoying but tolerated whenever you were asleep or hanging out with your classmates she would always sneak into your dorms and steal your things whether be a headband, your shirt that you never wear, or even a pen (if anyone mentions yuri istg/J 😭) she has a small little shrine for you with a bunch of photos of you, If you love any fashion aesthetic like gyaru, lolita, kawaii core, or even scene you better let her be ur stylist cause if she finds out about your fashion choice her and mina are the MASTERS

•Whever you train them they'll be so spellbound to your fighting and ur quirk heck they'll even hype you up whenever they get the chance cheering for you they love how you'll get so happy but that's cause you to float up to the air (hehe another reference) which they'll panic trying to get you down

•They will never let you go you're the glue that keeps them together (hehe reference)they want you no they NEED you in their life whether you like it or not your theirs

Ua Teachers (platonic)

• Aizawa is the strict but loving type he knows how strong your quirk is and decides to keep his eyes on you he gives you private tutors to try to improve your quirk and studies it he makes sure you get proper rest and if you don't he'll give you detention only for him to get you another sleep bag and fall asleep (the class tried to get detention as well but Aizawa refused) and remember the the class was arguing about who get to be your training partner? Yeah he got insanely jealous and was tired of them treating u like a doll so he pulled u away and threatened them to suspend them if they ever did that again

•dadzawa makes sure ur grades aren't slipping and if you ever had Abusive parents or just bad guardians in general, he's angry now how dare they hurt his favorite student as much he wants to kill them he reminds himself that he's a pro so he can't but he'll do a little blackmail to make your guardians disown you so he can have custody of you nobody is gonna treat you like that and he'll sure of it after all you are his favorite student

•Mic is like the overprotective clingy type he always wants you near him he even assigned your seat at the top so he can see his little witch whenever you try to spare mic always gets you to win just so he can see that smiling face he likes a fun whenever your feeling overwhelmed or using ur quirk too much he quickly stops what he's doing and immediately takes you to recovery girl crying thinking you're gonna die mic is like an uncle or a cool dad to you he always spoils you whenever he gets the chance like giving you breakfast from your favorite fast food place (you never told him our favorite fast food place) he teams up with Aizawa to also learn about this quirk of yours

•Hes so spellbound by your quirk that he always praises you for it he always loves to see how you train and how you work he's extremely protective about ur clothes he doesn't care if ur showing an inch of your stomach or even ya knee caps anywhere above your knees is off limits unless your wearing tights other then that it'd a no-no for him he doesn't wants those filthy perverts look at his listener or they will be consequences~

•Midnight is like ur aunty or ur momma she would always take you out shopping making you wear the most fashionable clothes or take you to cute little cafes she calls it mother-daughter/son/child dates after school she would never whip you with her whip she can stand her little moonbea (hehe another reference) getting hurt she whenever your bad or fall asleep in her class she gives you detection only for you to get a free cuddle session with midnight (and to piss off aizawa)

•Midnight is also very worried about ur quirk what if your quirk hurts you what happens if you use it too much that you'll die? She gets all these thoughts that make her almost cry so she lets you skip out training a bit but aizawa and Mic would yell at her to stop but she has tricks on her sleeve

More characters I wanted to make a hc of but is too lazy

Hawks would be a big brother type of yandere

Nezu is ur rich uncle

Fatgum would be the fun uncle

Vlad king would be your strict uncle

Mount Lady would be ur cool aunty

All might is your favorite grandpa

And endeavor just wanna go home

[noroi1000]

Hello 🫡 can I request kashimo x fragile fem reader who has like strong eye bloodline but only use her power when necessary or trying to protect kashimo even if he doesn’t need it and he kinda like getting protective with her. Cheers🥴

To Protect You

Paring: Kashimo Hajime x reader

Summary: Despite weak body, you said you would protect him. You have strong technique. Even if he doesn't need protection, you do it because you care about him.

A/n: This is my first Kashimo x reader. But I realized that I like him, so I'll start to write about him too. I hope I wrote his character well.

You pointed your finger at the blue-haired man's training stick when his opponent during their sparring session appeared behind him to hit him.

Your finger pointed down to make his stick move and you parried the blow so it didn't hit him. You don't want to see his bruises again when you look at his body.

As soon as he was ready to continue fighting (not even a full second later), he looked at the stick glowing slightly in your cursed energy.

The smile disappeared from his face as he looked towards you with a little irritation.

"Girl! How many times have I told you not to do this!" he shouted as he broke the stick, a small spark appearing between his hair.

So as always when he gets angry or his emotions are violent.

You laughed lightly, hiding your smile behind your hand as he approached with a menacing aura.

Huffing (pretending to be pissed), he walked over to you and stood in front of you.

"He would hit you." You said, collecting dust from his light clothes, making him look at your hand instead of getting angry.

"I knew he was behind!"

"I didn't want you to risk getting hit. Fight more carefully, okay? Will you do it for me?" You looked at him with puppy dog ​​eyes.

"You know I can handle it!"

You had to let him let some steam out of him. Let him pretend to be pissed. You won't forbid him.

Besides, it's always like that. Because you don't want anything to happen to him and you are sometimes worried about how he comes after a very long sparring session with Hakari.

You may not be physically strong, but you have the technique to be almost as strong as him. You can almost use telekinesis. Lift and control objects the way you want. Even the air is included.

Your technique doesn't work because it uses a lot of energy.

You were born with strong technique but a fragile body.

A body that wants to protect Hajime, but actually needs protection more.

You don't have strong bones and you can't fight hand-to-hand. You can fight from a distance.

You are with him because he thinks you are a strong person. When he wanted to test you, he couldn't get close to you to attack. And you just stood in front of him and didn't move.

Your ancestors were powerful and you have their technique.

Ever since you fell in love with him, you wanted to protect him. Even if he didn't need it.

You stood up from the bench you were sitting on and placed your hand on his cheek, stroking the marks under his eyes with your finger.

"I'm doing it to protect you." You gave him a sunny smile and he watched carefully.

He was the storm and you were his sun. The sunny sky that warms him.

He chuckled, snuggling into your hand.

"You silly girl... How can you protect me when you can't lift my weight with only your muscles?" he laughed, grabbing your body and lifting you up.

"Oi, We can take a longer break so you can play!" Hakari shouted on the pitch.

"I do what I want! I don't care what you do!" he replied, still looking at you with a smile.

Keeping your hands around his neck, you pulled him closer to you. Remembering the time he held you the same way, but with a worried face when you were hurt.

From the moment he held your unconscious body, he forbids you from fighting. You are prohibited from using your technique and fighting. You can't because he tells you so.

Everyone could say that Kashimo Hajime is a person who lives only to fight strong opponents.

This is not entirely true.

He wants to fight. He likes to fight. But he also lives to be happy.

Everyone wants to be happy in life.

In the beginning it was that he wanted to fight even if he might die. Now he fights to win. To come back to you.

You did everything to help him, protect him. Even if he didn't need it from you. He is so strong. He never wanted your protection.

He wanted to protect you. So that you don't have to fight and hurt yourself. You were the one he was supposed to protect.

Because it's a man's job to protect his woman. And he had lived so long that he knew exactly that.

"You should rest." You said, playing with his longer hair at the back.

"You should care more about you than me." he replied with the same smile to tease you.

You giggled as you hugged him, knowing how much he liked your touch.

Even though he among other people says that "he is a man and he doesn't need something like that."

He doesn't want to seem soft, so he rejects your caresses in front of other people, in public.

All he really wants is to lie on your thighs again and feel your fingers caressing his face and head. Hold you on his chest and cuddle you. He felt you kiss him lightly.

When you comb his hair. When you feed him. When you do everything that would not be considered masculine.

But he likes your closeness more than people might expect.

Such a strong sorcerer who was happy like a puppy when he receives your love?

This is him. But only you know about this side of him.

Placing you in his arms, he started walking down the sidewalk to take you to a more secluded place.

"Longer break then?" Hakari laughed and your cyan-haired boyfriend gave him the middle finger without turning around.

You really regret giving internet access to a man who is over 400 years old...

He's seen "couple prank" videos. He's used it on you so many times...

But still, it was all so gentle because he didn't want to hurt you.

Does he really think he can break you? You're not that weak! You just can't fight a lot! But you can fight him playfully!

You were the one who was electrocuted when you were plugging in your phone to charge it when he got angry and short-circuited the whole house!

"When you get angry, lightning appears between your buns." you said, hugging his neck as he walked.

"It's because of-." You didn't let him finish as you laughed again at how he looked.

You kissed his jaw, watching as his cheeks turned a slight pink. He liked it. But you were in a public place!

He was ashamed that someone would see!

"My Pikachu."  You muttered, and he had a slightly annoyed look on his face as you compared him to a cute little Pokemon again...

[noforkingclue]

dark homelander x super fem reader (her power is Telekinesis and power nullification basically she can freeze or remove the powers of other super's for as long as she wants) which is within the seven and is her partner but she doesn't want them to be in him anymore group nor with him because he feels bad for what they really are :) thanks

Note: requests are currently closed

So I didn't make the reader telekinetic, only being able to remove the powers of other supes. The more powerful the supe the less time she can halt the powers. So someone as powerful as Homelander she can only stop of a couple of seconds.

Title: A Fixed Relationship

Warnings: dark fic, Homelander, forced relationship

The Boys tag list: @captainofmybigwetdream, @scraftskhu35, @zannemes, @holy-minseok

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee

Madelyn’s grin and fixed and you tried your hardest not to wince. You had seen that grin all too often. When someone didn’t play along to her carefully laid out plans. Her fingers drummed against her desk as she said,

“You want to do what?”

You looked down at your hands which were folded in your lap. You took a deep breath and glanced back up at Madelyn. Her grin widened at your nervousness and you said,

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“And what, exactly, is ‘this’.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I’m afraid I don’t,” Madelyn looked down at the paperwork on her desk, “Now if that’s all…”

“This relationship,” you said quietly, “I’m going to end it.”

Madelyn sighed and leant back in her chair. She steepled her fingers and gave you a disappointed look. She shook her head and stood up.

“Would you like a drink?” she asked

“No thank you.”

“Have a drink.”

“I’d rather-“

Madelyn shoved a drink into your hands and perched on the edge of her desk. She took a sip as you ran a thumb around the rim of your glass.

“And why,” she said, “Would you want to do that.”

“You know why.”

“You and Homelander,” Madelyn said slowly, “Are Vought’s power couple. The pairing all heroes stride for and everyone wishes they can find. Do you know how much time and money has been put into making this relationship perfect?”

“But it isn’t perfect,” you said, “You know what he’s like.”

“And you can control him.”

Madelyn put her drink down and cupped your cheeks.

“The person who managed to tame the wild heart of our top hero.”

“And the only one who can keep him in line.”

“A small bonus,” Madelyn shrugged, “But you don’t understand how much everyone has given into making this relationship work. Now you want to throw this away because…”

She trailed off and raised her eyebrows at you.

“Because I can’t stand this anymore.” You said

“This?”

“The way heroes think they can get away with everything just because they’re heroes. A-Train ran through someone for fucks sake and you’re just going to cover it up.”

“You’re one of these heroes. You’re hands aren’t as clean as you’d like them to be.”

“That’s different.”

“Why? Because you think you can control powers that makes you better than everyone else? Need I remind you about the Laser Girl incident?”

“I didn’t-“

“This discussion is over,” Madelyn put her glass down with a little more force than was necessary, “And you are going to continue to play your role. You do it so well already.”

Madelyn walked back behind her desk and resumed looking at the paperwork. You downed your drink in one and slammed the glass down, faintly aware of the sound of breaking glass, and stormed out of the room. You marched back to you room and opened the doors to the balcony. You needed air, you couldn’t breathe in the confines of Vought Tower. You winced as a gust of air washed over you and strong hands gripped your shoulders.

“That was an interesting conversation you were having.”

Shit.

You thought he was out of the country.

In a flash Homelander had you back inside the room. His fingers curled around your neck and your hands flew to his. You knew that he would never actually hurt you but the threat was still there. His eyes glowed red and before you knew it you blinked and the glow disappeared. Homelander let out a cry as he dropped you and rubbed his eyes. You glared up at him, although you knew that his laser vision would return shortly. Homelander leant down and grasped your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes.

“You’re not leaving me,” he said, “I won’t allow it. And if you think about leaving me again,” his grip tightened painfully causing you to whimper, “I’ll burn down the whole city just to get you back.”

[the-dawn-star]

Ooo if it’s okay (if this is too detailed, no worries!!!)

Can I please request a Mate!Demetri x Mate!fem!newborn vampire!reader where she’s only been a vampire for a very, very short time (like a couple months or even weeks or something), one of the Cullens had turned her. She has a telekinesis powers (though she’s not trained on using them). She goes with Alice and Bella to save Edward. (Y/n being jealous when Dem is restraining Alice, accidentally blurting out that he should restrain her instead… he does lol). And when Alice and Edward say no to Aro asking them to join the Volturi… Y/n says yes + she’s Demetri’s mate

A/N: Hi! Firstly, this turned more angsty than intended but I hope that doesn't bother you too much. Secondly, I kinda picked some of the things you mentioned so sorry for letting some of them out. Thirdly, thanks for requesting and stuff!

-S

+ 600ish words.

I knew that I should not be here. I had been a vampire for three weeks and hunger had been killing me ever since we left for the airport. Every contact was itchy, and my throat felt like it was burning. Carlisle had told me not to go, but I cared for Edward too much to let him do this to himself. But I wasn’t sure if coming to the other side was worth it because of the pain I was in. I should not be here.  

Aro was talking to Edward, but I could not pay enough attention to listen. The hunger was too strong to do anything.  

I was brought back to reality when a member of the guards wrapped their hands around my arms. I knew I wasn’t strong enough to fight back when a member of the elite guard was holding me. I turned to look at my friends seeing that Bella and Alice were being held just like me while Edward was fighting with a guard. But Edward was younger and weaker than the guard.  

I turned to Alice who looked just as panicked as Bella. She tried to fight back against the hold of the vampire, but just like Edward she was too weak to overpower him. He was beautiful in the weird vampiric way that I had gotten so used to since knowing about this part of the world.  

But I was pulled away from the vampire only to be directed back to Bella and the sound of her beating heart. I was so hungry... so hungry...  

Someone said something and someone else responded to that but couldn’t concentrate on any of it. All of the sounds were so far away from me and in truth the words didn’t really interest me.  

“Y/N,” The sound was a whisper, but it made me see the room and the people in it again. Alice was looking at me confused about my change in normal behavior.  

I wasn’t held by a vampire anymore and everyone was looking at me. Aro was in front of me, his hand extended to me. I knew of his powers, but the idea was still more than terrifying. But I had no choice, and just because he didn’t take my hand forcefully wasn’t an invitation to decline the offer. So, I placed my hand on his.

“Alice, be a dear and tell Carlisle to take better care of his new vampires. Y/N here has been famished since you left to save your brother.”  

I couldn’t look at my friends while Aro spoke.  

“Tell me, why do you keep the diet Carlisle is so inclined to keep? You clearly do not enjoy it.” Aro asked while keeping his eyes closed.  

“I- I don’t think they would like it... If I drank from humans...” It was difficult to make sentences when my insides were burning and talking hurt.  

“And you have special ability too..., and they have not trained you or helped you with the powers you now have...”  

Aro let my hand go before opening his eyes.  

“I have tried to get you coven members to join the Volturi for a long time. And now I am inclined to ask you the same.”  

If my heart could still beat it would have raised.  

“Aro...” Marcus sounded bored but raised his hand, so Aro understood the invitation.  

For a few seconds Aro held Marcus’s hand before letting it go and letting out a happy hum.  

“It seems that dear Y/N’s mate has been found.” Aro smiled at me before averting his eyes to a guard.  

“Demitri, come here to meet your mate...” 

[just-some-random-blogger]

Hi! How are you??

Can I request a Kylo Ren x Reader, where the reader has telekinesis (very powerful) and protects him from all the people who are after him but over use them and pass out but release a energy blast but he catches the reader in his arms and places them his bed and waits till they wake up (you can add the rest)

Thnk u :)

Stupid Kid

Kylo Ren x Reader

Summary: In which Kylo Ren is most certainly not worried about you passing out.

Word Count: >700

Warnings: gender neutral!reader, whipped!kylo, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: hello nonnie its been a REALLY long time and im sorry. im doing well but i just cant seem to write fr ): i ended up writing after effects of yn passing out because it made sense to me. I hope you like it (: Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @generalkenobee

There was an unmissable sensation that reverberated through his insides. Whatever vexation Kylo Ren felt as he battled scum rebels and struck down whirring droids and ships, mangled into dread, into fear when he felt you in that moment.

You had pushed the limit. He felt it. It pierced through his belly like a laser beam. He felt your body cave under the force of your own power. He turns and reaches out to you, keeping you up with his Force.

Whatever stood before him, between him and you, was most unfortunately placed. There was nothing left alive in the trail of where he was to where he was now, holding you in his arms.

He gathered your body, hot with sweat and blood seeping through cut and tattered clothing, and retreated. He was glad nothing tried to hinder him because he would have destroyed them with his mind for it.

And now you laid on a bed in front of him, unconscious and connected to a machine that was taking your pulse, making sure you were stable through your current state. He dropped the towel he used to clean you up in a bowl and took a look at his work. He fixed the new shirt he put on you and tucked you in.

Kylo leaned on the chair, positioned right by your side, and watched you breathe. He crossed his arms and tilted his head. He watched as his Force moved the blanket on your form more snugly.

"Stupid kid," he mutters, "I told you not to do this to yourself."

Kylo does not garner a response.

He does nothing but look at you and watch you breathe while waiting for you to wake. When a nurse comes to check up on you, he watches closely as she checks your vitals and scribbles something in her clipboard.

The nurse turns to him and offers a smile, "the patient is stable. You don't have to worry. Everything is fine."

"I'm not worried," Kylo retorts, turning from her to you, "I know."

The nurse takes a moment to respond, "if you like, I can have someone come and watc-"

"No," Kylo turns to her, "no one else," he tilts his head to the door, "you may leave. I will be staying."

The nurse takes in his rigid form and purses her lips. She nods in regard and walks out of the room.

Kylo slumps in his chair.

He dozes off. It lasts only a little while. Before you can even move, Kylo senses it and wakes, eyelids riping open, posture straightening out.

You groan as you shuffle in your spot, eyes fluttering open.

Kylo drags his chair forward and peers down at you, "you fainted."

"Ergh- what?"

"I told you not to use your stupid powers like that."

You look at Kylo, confused by the sudden warmth on your cheek. He lifts your head and fluffs your pillow. He gently brings your head back down. "You're not even a strong telekinetic," he fibs, "I could have handled it myself."

Your eyes focus on Kylo's face. You see that he is mangy and evidently tired. You raise your hand and use your powers to bring his face close to touch, but he senses it and repels. He grabs your hand and shakes his head, "don't."

"You sh-"

"You shouldn't be doing anything that can further strain you," he says, leaning towards you, eyeing you seriously. Your stomach rolls when he places your palm on his cheek, knowing it was your intention. He senses your response to it. He clears his throat, "once you're better, you'll working overtime to practice your abilities."

He tenses when your thumb rubs his skin.

You mutter, "I thought I shouldn't be doing anything that can further strain me."

He takes a moment to respond, "you'll be better by then."

"Hmm," you counter, "will I?"

Kylo's brows furrow slightly. He furrows them completely, "why wouldn't you be?"

You stare at him for a second. Your lips curve into a smile. You chuckle softly, bringing your hand to his brows, rubbing the line between them, "I was teasing. Don't worry-"

"I'm not worried," he says before you even finish.

You pull your hand back and bury it in the covers. Kylo straightens up and watches as you do this. His eyes dart back to your face when you chuckle, "of course you're not."

[animeprincessforever]

Muzan X Little Sister Reader X Kokushibo Perfect Life

Warning-CRINGE

Things to know-your Muzans little sister and later Kokushibo’s wife and your power immense telepathy and telekinesis

Since I was born my big brother always wanted to be my caretaker. I was always adventurous but since my big brother has his condition I’d always stay inside with him so he wasn’t lonely. When I turned 17 I refused to leave his side due to his illness getting worse. But that was back when we were humans. My big brother ate our parents because of my beauty they wanted to put me in the entertainment district. It angered my brother and he murdered our WHOLE family. Since then it’s always been me in my brother. I love to read, write, listen to music, and make my own kimonos. I was snapped out of my thoughts when my brother called for me. “(Y/n).” “Yes big brother? Do you need anything?”he looked at me. “Get ready. I have some servants I want you to meet.” I smiled “yes as you wish big brother!” I picked out my favorite kimono I made (https://www.pinterest.com/pin/509962357778109192/) and made my way to my brother. He sat on his thrown (Muzan Kibutsuji - Demon Slayer StickerPinterest) “now that we are all here let’s begin.” I stood by his side and noticed a man with 6 eyes and the symbol 1. ‘Who was this? He seems to be just staring at me. Oh no! Am I bleeding? Did I start my period and get blood all over my dress? No that’s not right I’m supposed to start in 2 weeks. Oh! Do I smell? Or have something on my face?’ I was snapped out of my thoughts when my brother said “(y/n). This is upper moon 1 Kokushibo, upper moon 2 Douma, and upper moon 3 Akaza. For now they are the start of the 6 upper ranks. Therefore they are my most powerful ones.” I nodded. “Who’s that?” I pointed at a woman with a biwa. “She’s upper rank. 4 to be precise.” I was about to say something but my brother said “the meeting is dismissed. Feel free to turn those you find strong and powerful into demons. Or devour them. As long as you find the blue spider lily.” ‘The blue spider lily? Oh I read about it in a book! Why does brother need it so bad?’

-Time Skip-

I put on a different kimono (Kimono, Yukata and RuqunPinterest) I was walking around at night seeing the beautiful river flow. I know brother hates it when I’m by myself. But I like my freedom. There was a slight breeze slowly going back. I felt like someone was watching me. “Who’s there?” I saw Kokushibo. “Are you alright? You seem to be staring at me a lot. Did I do something wrong?” He looked away “here” he held a pretty barrette in his hand (Beaupretty Hair Stick Japanese Hair Accessories, Womens Girls Japanese Kimono Flower Hair Ornament Barrette with Tassel (Black) Hair SticksAmazon.com · In stock) it matched my outfit perfectly“is that for me? It’s beautiful!” I said he replied “a girl of your beauty deserves the finest things.” I blushed and put it in my hair “thank you. It was very kind of you.” I got closer. What was this feeling? He gave me a kiss. I went in for it. We were snapped out of it when I heard my brother. “What is going on here? Kokushibo! What is the meaning of this? Why are you near my sister?” Before he could say anything. “Brother please it’s love. I never felt this way before. Besides remember. he is upper one. Hasn’t he been faithful?” my brother sighed “fine I would allow it but if he breaks your heart, he is good as dust.”

-BIG TIME SKIP-

(New outfit Maternity Dress With Kimono - Shop on PinterestPinterest ) As time went on . I became pregnant. I was so excited. But my brother on the other hand. He was furious. “ what do you mean you’re pregnant?” I smiled and placed the hand on my stomach. “I’m having a baby with the man I love. Is that a problem?” For The first time, my brother snapped at me “leave! I no longer need you” I ran away and left my brother and Kokushibo.

-time skip-

I had found an abandoned cottage. (The cottage-A Village house PhotographyPinterest) by now I was heavily pregnant. (You Exploring images in the style of selected image: [Resting with ...PixAI) I decided to go inside. I was so tired. After all I’m 8 months pregnant with a baby girl. I felt her kick rapidly. “Sshhhh it’s okay.” I said as I rubbed my belly trying to comfort her. All the sudden my bedroom window bursted open. I started to cry as I saw Kokushibo standing there. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I cried more and said “brother kicked me out and I didn’t want you to suffer for me!” He sighed and pulled me into his arms. I put my head against his chest as he said “I’ve been looking for you. I missed you.” I looked up and said “I missed you too I’m so sorry.” He just held me in his arms and moved a hand on my belly and rubbed soothing circles. My. Our baby girl started to calm down inside me and nestled against my stomach walls against Kokushibo’s hand. He then said “I love you 2.” As I slowly fell asleep in his arms.

Time past and I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. I named her Aya. Meaning beautiful/design/colorful/woven silk. But I picked the name cause she was beautiful. She had 6 eyes like her father. With my hair color. Aya was perfect in my eyes. I was wearing a new kimono I made when I was pregnant with her. It was stretchy and loose so I can be comfortable. (New outfit-Japanese Kimono Yukata Geisha Samurai Costume Costumes Japan ...Pinterest) I put Aya in (Newborn Infant Girls Spring Summer Long Sleeve Japanese Kimono Romper Jumpsuit Japanese Style Costume Twin DressesAmazon.com · In stock) the outfit I made for her. She was my precious flower. I held her close and thought about my brother. Me and Kokushibo were indoors hiding from the light. “Kokushibo? I want to see my brother.” He looked at me “are you certain?” I nodded and replied “I just want him to meet Aya.” He sighed “we will leave when the sun is down.” I smiled “thank you!”

As we prepared to leave I put Aya in her pajamas (Items similar to Baby Kimono with Japanese fabric , elephant print ...Pinterest) I smiled “you’re just so cute and beautiful! I love you my beautiful baby girl!” I said as I gave her kisses. She looked at Kokushibo and reached for him I giggled “you want your daddy?” She smiled as I handed her over to him. “Why do you trust me with her?” He asked I smiled “because you are her father she loves you! I’m gonna go get ready and then we could go!” I looked through all my kimonos. Which one should I wear. This one! (Decide on Women's Sexy Short Kimono Dress Floral Print Japanese Traditional Geisha Yukata Robe Bathrobe Skirt Belt OutfitAmazon · In stock) perfect! I grabbed Kokushibo and Aya.

-time skip-

“Brother, I’m home! There’s someone I want you to meet!” I heard brother “so you finally decided to visit?” I knew he wasn’t going to apologize. But in his own way, I saw sadness in his eyes. “This is Aya your niece.” My brother looked at her “ she looks like you minus the eyes. But in her own way I guess she’s beautiful.” I smiled. It’s gonna take time but I know. We are going to be a big happy family. Well small but it’s just right.

The end sorry for the cringe

[berylcups]

I feel bad because this is my 3rd ask in less than 24 hrs, lmao 😭 anyway... I think u said you had pt.3 brainrot rn? Me too lmaoo, could you do hcs of the crusaders with an s/o who's standing kinda works like Wanda's powers from Marvel? I think that would be dope asf, tyty!!! 🩵

Hey sorry for the long wait! I assumed you meant Wanda from the MCU cannon so that’s what I based readers power off of since her powers are kinda vagueish. (Telekinesis and mind control) I hope this is what you have had in mind-if not please forgive me 😭😭😭 (it’s been forever since I watched a marvel movie…I think Black Panther was the last one? Damn that’s a long time ago!)

SDC X Reader who has powers like Wanda

CW: poopoo mention? Idk nothing really! But be forewarned- I love toilet humor and so does Araki it seems lmao

Notes: I based this off of the MCU Wanda and her powers. I did some research just to make xtra sure since my Marvel knowledge is a lil rusty! But I hope everyone enjoys!

Joseph

“Next you’ll say—I’m going to take control of your body gramps! …wait hold on a minute.”

He’s amused by your abilities! He wants to see you take control of poor bystanders or his grandson and make them do harmless embarrassing things. Silly things like doing a stupid dance, picking their nose, farting loudly in public, just really crude juvenile behavior. You think with him being the oldest he would act the most mature!

Jotaro

“…Stay out of my head bitch/bastard.” He grumbled.

He acts all cool and collected, unaffected by the power of your stand. But internally he’s sweating buckets. The ability to mind control and move objects is a very valuable ability. He’s happy you’re an ally and not one of Dios minions…but if you are, he’s willing to take you on! But he’s going to have to think hard on how to find and exploit your weaknesses!

He really wants to see you in action. Taking control of Steely Dan would have taken a lot of stress out of the whole lovers debacle.

Kakyoin

He thinks your abilities are cool! He’s actually really excited but is too shy to show it. He likes how you can control minds, Hierophant green can control bodies like puppets too. 🙂 it makes him feel good to have something in common with someone.

He does wonder if you can use your telekinesis to play video games or if it takes more concentration to do so… it seems like a good experiment to test out for him! (And me too… I wanna play my switch without having to worry about joycon drift 🥲)

Avdol

Magical! He’s intrigued! He would love to test your limits and help you hone your skills.

He wonders how strong of will you can take control of and how much weight you can carry with your telekinesis.

“My will is strong and my mind is clear. Just try and take control of me!”

Polnareff

“Mind control and telekinesis?! Niiiice. There’s so many things I need you to do!”

He respects your powers and he means well but… he really wants to see you use your powers for shits and giggles.

He wants to see you manipulate objects in front of nonstand users and take control of others minds to make it seem like they are being haunted.

“Tell the madame she’s forever doomed if she doesn’t date the beautiful man with the perfectly styled hair!”

…Don’t do it. He needs to earn love the RIGHT way 😅

Iggy

“Im just a dog. What are you expecting from me???”

*farts*

If you use telekinesis to pick him up he’s gonna PANIC 😱 here we come—Flying Dog!!!

Please fly him above Polnareff so he can fulfill his dream of shitting on his head like a bird. And so he can get revenge on all the other birds that shit on him by shitting back.

He will be your best friend ever after that. No joke. You got yourself a new dog.

[sijssjsbssjsnsnnskbskwns]

Harringroveson (Steve Harrington X Billy Hargrove X Eddie Munson) X Reader Idea’s for you!

STEVE HARRINGTON X BILLY HARGROVE X EDDIE MUNSON X READER

Plot for these ideas: Stranger things 2,3,4 and Season 5…to be continued…

Harringroveson X Agatha Harkness!Reader

Harringroveson X Harley Quinn!Reader

Harringroveson X Raven!Reader (Raven from titans 2018)

Harringroveson X Daki!Reader

Harringroveson X Jinx!Reader (your jinx from arcane)

Harringroveson X Robot!Reader (inspired by m3gan from m3gan 2023)

Harringroveson X Scarlet Witch!Reader (You have the scarlet witch outfit from multiverse of madness, you have the Darkhold and it has corrupted you, your fingers are completely black)

Harringroveson X Mute!Reader (your 100% mute so you use sign language or a notepad)

Harringroveson X Maleficent!Reader

Harringroveson X Catwomen!Reader (inspired by the Hallie Barry version)

Harringroveson X Captain Marvel!Reader

Harringroveson X Ahmanet!Reader

Harringroveson X Enchantress!Reader

Harringroveson X Dragon!Reader (inspired by Siveth from DragonHeart: Vengeance)

Harringroveson X Ghostface!Reader

Harringroveson X Blind!Reader (not a normal blind a toph beifong kind of blind)

Harringroveson X Egyptian Goddess!Reader

Harringroveson X Angel!Goddess!Reader

Harringroveson X Female!Demogorgan!Reader

Harringroveson X Na’vi!Reader

Harringroveson X Cruella!Reader (inspired by the 2021 version)

Harringroveson X Vampire!Reader (inspired by Abigail from Abigail 2024)

Harringroveson X Siren!Reader

Harringroveson X Werewolf!Reader

Harringroveson X Demon!Reader

Harringroveson X Airbender!Reader (you have Aang’s powers and tattoos Aang from the last Airbender)

Harringroveson X Russian!Reader

Harringroveson X Amethyst Witch!Reader (scarlet witch powers but purple, you have the outfit from multiverse of madness, you have the Darkhold and it has corrupted you badly, most of your hand is black because of how much it has corrupted you)

Harringroveson X Escape Lab!Reader (you have scarlet witch powers but golden, you don’t really speak but if you do it’s broken English)

Harringroveson X Jennifer Check!Reader

Harringroveson X Mermaid!Reader

Harringroveson X Yandere!Reader

Harringroveson X Hydrokinesis!Reader (water manipulation)

Harringroveson X Chronokinesis!Reader (time manipulation)

Harringroveson X Animankinesis!Reader (life manipulation)

Harringroveson X Wednesday!Reader (inspired by the Jenna Ortega version)

Harringroveson X Telumkinesis!Reader (weapon manipulation)

Harringroveson X Deaf!Reader (your 100% deaf so you use sign language or a notepad)

Harringroveson X Mensio-Ergokinesis!Reader (quantum energy manipulation)

Harringroveson X Chorokinesis!Reader (plant manipulation)

Harringroveson X Pyrokinesis!Reader (fire manipulation, instead of being normal fire it’s dark blue fire instead)

Harringroveson X Atmokinesis!Reader (weather manipulation)

Harringroveson X Ergokinesis!Reader (energy manipulation)

Harringroveson X Omnikinesis!Reader (reality manipulation)

Harringroveson X Tarrakinesis!Reader (element manipulation)

Harringroveson X Rose Witch!Reader (scarlet witch outfit from Wanda vision, you have not discovered the the Darkhold…yet)

Harringroveson X Emerald Witch!Reader (scarlet witch powers but green, you have the scarlet witch outfit from Wanda Vision, you have not discovered the Darkhold…yet)

Harringroveson X Photokinesis!Reader (light manipulation)

Harringroveson X Aerokinesis!Reader (air manipulation)

Harringroveson X Electrokinesis!Reader (electricity manipulation)

Harringroveson X Succubus!Reader

Harringroveson X Telekinesis!Reader (your more powerful than Vecna and eleven combined, you were born with telekinesis)

Harringroveson X Male!Escape Lab!Reader (you have fire manipulation, water manipulation, plant manipulation and telekinesis all powers are very strong)

Harringroveson X Cryokinesis!Reader (ice manipulation)

Harringroveson X Tourette’s!Reader

Harringroveson X Zombie!Reader

Harringroveson X Famous!Singer!Reader

Harringroveson X Quiet!Depressed!Reader (you show no emotion, your very quiet you don’t like to talk at all, you don’t smile)

Harringroveson X Transgender!Reader

Harringroveson X Murderer!Reader

Harringroveson X British!Reader

Harringroveson X SZA!Reader

Harringroveson X Ashnikko!Reader

Harrringroveson X Half-Shark!Reader (your half shark so you have shark teeth)

Harringroveson X Maleficent!Reader (Maleficent but with blue powers not green)

Harringroveson X Yandere!Demon!Reader

Harringroveson X Female!Ink Bendy!Reader

Harringroveson X Female!Alastor!Reader (your Alastor from hazbin hotel but female, you have a human disguise so you blend in)

Harringroveson X Sapphire Witch!Reader (scarlet witch powers but dark blue, you have the scarlet witch outfit from multiverse of madness, you have the darkhold and it has corrupted you badly)

Harringroveson X Darkness Witch!Reader (scarlet witch powers but black, you have the scarlet witch outfit from Wanda vision, you have just discovered the Darkhold and you are starting to use it not knowing what it is gunna do to you)

Harringroveson X Yandere!Vampire!Reader (inspired by Abigail from Abigail 2024)

Harringroveson X Goth!Reader

Harringroveson X Ravenna!Reader (your Ravenna from ‘the huntsman & snow white’)

Harringroveson X Punk!MetalHead!Reader

Harringroveson X Nezuko!Reader

Harringroveson X Abigail Lazar!Reader (Abigail Lazar From Abigail 2024)

Harringroveson X Terminator!Reader

Harringroveson X Veronica Mayday!Reader (your Veronica from helluva boss)

Harringroveson X Yandere!Siren!Reader

Harringroveson X Tall!Fey!Goddess!Reader

Harringroveson X Beldem!Reader (your basically what the other mother is in coraline)

Harringroveson X Wonder Women!Reader

Harringroveson X Nancy Downs!Reader (you are Nancy downs from the craft)

Harringroveson X Doja Cat!Reader

Harringroveson X Half-Siren Half Vampire!Queen!Goddess!Reader

Harringroveson X Mommy Long Legs!Reader (your mommy long legs from poppy playtime)

Harringroveson X Cartoon Cat!Reader (your cartoon cat created by Trevor henderson but female version)

Harringroveson X deadite!Reader (deadite Elle from evil dead rise)

(A/N: Hi hope this inspires you if you wanna see more then go check out my other posts it’s recommended! You can use these ideas on Wattpad or just tumblr just a suggestion, I also made y/n au profiles so you know what y/n might look like or be like…if you need inspiration I can give it to you..I’ll try my best…YOURS WELCOME! :)

[agathasangel]

make me forget (agatha harkness x fem!witch!reader)

I’m back and… in another fandom, I guess. Assuming you guys don’t hate this there’s probably gonna be a lot of soft!dark!agatha x witch!reader fics coming

warnings: angst, soft!dark!agatha, mommy kink, no smut though, possibly unhealthy and definitely unbalanced relationship, mind control, lots of pet names because it’s agatha, agatha planned on using reader to drain her power but has fallen too in love with reader.

summary: agatha is your magical mentor, and your first and only love. she has also decided that it’s her job to protect you at all costs, and one of the many ways she does this is the special spell she casts on you to make you forget all your troubles. also i got a little help from @belle-et-laa-bete

You lie on the couch, trying to summon the remote. It shook a little bit, and then fell off the tv table. You couldn’t understand why your telekinesis has gotten so weak. It was your most natural skill as a witch, the one you even struggled to control.

Agatha saw what you were trying to do, and she picked the remote up off the ground and brought it to you.

“Thanks, Aggie.”

“What’s the matter, hon? You look like you’re about to cry.”

“It’s just- i don’t understand why i can’t even do something so simple. It used to be so strong-“

“Baby, this is perfectly natural . You’re learning to control your powers, that’s all. It’ll come back even stronger, now that you’re safe with me guiding you.”

You had no reason to question Agatha, she was the smartest and most powerful witch you knew. But you still worried she was just trying to placate you. And, worst of all, you worried that if you lost your powers, you would lose her. The very thought made the tears in your eyes start to fall.

“No, angel, no. None of that.” Agatha says as she wipes away your tears. “You are a witch, babygirl, and you will always be.”

You hoped she was right. While your inability to control your powers while you were younger caused you to be an outcast, it was also what led you to Agatha. she became your mentor, your protector, and your first and only love.

“Aggie? Mama? You- you’ll stay with me no matter what, right? I- I need you. The world outside of here is scary, I don’t want to live without you.”

Agatha put a protective arm around you, feeling a pang of guilt. When her relationship with you began, she thought you were too strong for your own good. Her plan was to simply drain your power for her use (and, she told herself, for your protection). But now? She truly needed you, almost as much as you needed her. Agatha couldn’t imagine going back to living without you.

“Yes baby. This is your home, this is where you belong. We’re going to be together forever, mama promises. I’ve got you, I’ve got you. Shh…”

“I can’t believe I’m getting so upset over something so little but-“

“It’s okay, little one. Come here.”

She held you tight as you cried more, stroking your hair.

“Mama, the bad feeling won’t go away. Can you- can you do the special spell?”

The special spell was referring to a spell Agatha put on you whenever you were upset or scared, or when she felt you needed extra protection. It was a mind control spell that made you feel happy, safe and at peace. It also made you completely obedient to Agatha, which, the both of you had to admit, you loved.

“I think I can do that for you, babygirl.”

“Please mama, make me forget.”

“Of course, angel. You know how much mommy loves seeing you like that. The way your pretty eyes will glaze over but still look at me like I’m the most important thing in your world. The way you smile and giggle when i touch you, and especially the way you obey my every command so automatically without hesitation, even in your mind. Come over, kneel for mama and she’ll make you forget all your troubles.”

As you knelt in front of Agatha, she began chanting the spell in Latin. It was an incredibly complex spell, one you couldn’t even begin to understand, but to Agatha it was practically second nature. As she finished, you felt anything you may have been worried about melt away. A soft, fuzzy feeling washed over you and the only thing that mattered was your mommy. You looked up at the beautiful woman- the goddess, really- sitting above you as she cupped your cheek in her hand.

“Feeling better, honey?”

“So good mama.”

“I thought so. Just what you need, for me to take the reigns of your mind for a bit. Now darling, as pretty as you look on your knees, I want you to hop up on my lap.”

Immediately, you all but pounced on her, going limp in her arms.

“Good girl. Good.” She absentmindedly played with and kissed your hair for a bit, as you sat in mommy’s lap, feeling nothing but warmth and happiness. You tried remembering what you were so worried about earlier, and you couldn’t. You looked at your mommy. She was so beautiful, so much stronger and smarter than you. You felt so lucky to be hers.

“I’m so lucky to be yours, mommy.”

“I know. You’re mine. My girl, and you always will be. Nothing will ever take you away from me.” Agatha moved her hands to your shoulders and began rubbing them. It felt absolutely heavenly to be touched so gently by the woman you loved. Your brain was filled by the sensation of her hands on your back and shoulders. You felt her giving soft kisses to your temple, and you leaned into her further, smiling.

“Such a good girl for me. I love you. So happy lying in mommy’s arms. I’m glad our little spell could make you feel better.”

“You always know just what to do, mommy. You’re so smart and strong.”

Agatha flushed a bit at your praise, which she was certain she didn’t deserve. She knew how you felt about her, she knew you essentially worshipped the ground she walked on. But it still sometimes shocked her that someone as sweet and innocent as you loved and admired her so dearly.

“Let me kiss you, darling girl.”

You, of course, eagerly accepted her kiss. You stayed like this until you fell asleep, and Agatha reversed the spell, hoping you would wake up feeling better. Agatha’s own feelings of fear and guilt, however, had never fully subsided. She still worried that if you knew what her intentions with you were at the beginning of your relationship, or that she was the reason your powers had weakened, you would hate her.

“I’m sorry, angel. This is all my fault, and I swear I’ll make it right.”

[mothertoall2]

Loose Threads (Marvel AU)

Back Story

Description: In a marvel alternate universe Vision was killed during the Thanos battle leaving a grieving pregnant Wanda. (Natasha survived, and also Reader is an Avenger) Reader was there to help Wanda through it and raised the twins, and eventually married Wanda. Twelve years after the battle Tony found a way to bring back those who were lost. What will happen when Wanda is stuck between Reader and Vision? And what about Readers best friend who has strong opinions about Wanda?

Warnings: Mentions of grief and loss of loved ones

A/n- Hi there, I had this idea stuck in my head and am finally getting to write it. Here is a little back story so that it isn't confusing when I start the book. Side note I will be changing and adding/removing things as I go so there will be something's that seem off.

Y/n's parents were two of the strongest hero's to ever exist the crimson and emerald wizard who were the past generations of power holders. After they pass their powers are passed down to the next chosen people.

Shortly after Y/n was born, their parents passed and Y/n was eventually given to their aunt for care.  After five years they were sent to the Red Room for money. The red room trained young men and women to become obeying killing machines. There is where Y/n befriended Natasha Romanoff. They stuck together and protected each other until they were 17 and Y/n was discovered to have powers of telekinesis and was isolated to continue training and working on their powers. They became the strongest and most skilled member.

After escaping the red room Y/n spent a few years on the run before being recruited to become an Avenger. Y/n chose to keep their powers hidden from the team and stayed close to Natasha. Eventually a certain ginger joined the team and Y/n quickly became attached. But as Y/n longed for Wanda, Wanda longed for Vision. So they kept their distance.

After a certain battle concerning the world there were some tragic deaths. Clint jumped off Vormir to save Natasha. She feels guilty for his death and continues to try and help his family in any way she can. Carol Danvers snaps the gauntlet and due to her strength and powers remains unharmed. Throughout the battle there are many other deaths of friends and family and Tony works everyday to try and find solutions.

Vision passed leaving a pregnant Wanda to mourn his loss and try to get by. She was sent spiraling into a deep depression and was lost. Through this time Y/n helped and comforted Wanda to the best of their abilities. They grew closer and closer through the years and Y/n was always there to help Wanda. They even helped raise the twins Tommy and Billy. They were there so often that the twins started calling them O'pa. Eventually Wanda and Y/n's friendship turned into something more as they started dating and then got engaged until finally they got married. They live a happy life as avengers and parents together.

That is until now....

[miguelswifey04]

telekinetic!spidey!fem! reader

note: my spidersona + my own headcanons of her <3

first of she’s from earth 1213 where superhero’s and supervillans don’t exist & if they somehow ‘miraculously’ do exist they are shunned by the world—that’s why there isn’t superheroes anywhere to be seen because they are most likely hiding their true selves.

she had already had telekinetic powers every since she was very young!! she was raised and born to a mexican mother and an african american father!! her first language was spanish then later on as she gotten older she’d learned english

currently a college student in her 20s!! the timeline takes present day 2023–she studies computer science at a prestigious university & works as a barista at her university’s coffee shop <3

she was bitten by a radioactive spider when she got out the shower 😭 & she didn’t know she was bitten after she saw a red lump on her knee but she brushed it off until her spider abilities on top of telekinetic ones manifested

her hero name is starlight spider & her suit consists of golden outlines and pink stars ✨ that glitter her suit—she got it tailored and had her artist friend design it for her (they’re the only ones who know her true identity)

her parents are long gone so she only has herself and she’s trying her best to juggle her college and hero life—it’s hard at times but with the help of her roommate she’s able to persevere 😣

now her telepathic abilities are a strong one—she’s able to levitate (float but can’t fly for long distances) short distance teleportation, can manipulate and control objects with just her mind, very good with creating strong energy fields & a telepathic <3 but for her spider abilities she uses webshooters, has increased speed and agility, increased strength, spider senses (don’t rly need em when you’re a telekinetic) can do pretty much what a spider can do <3

extremely flexible…she does gymnastics 🤸🏽‍♀️ and does yoga 🧘🏽‍♀️ to help center herself and it’s kind of an escape from her reality

miguel had an eye on her because he was curious and surprise to stumble upon a spider person with telekinesis—he eventually comes to her earth and scouts her…she’s very stubborn and snarky at first but agrees to join

i’d like to think that she would challenge him and be reluctant to follow him and in a way it’s a game of push and pull between them; she keeps him on his toes while he simply puts up with her because it’s something he looks forward to everyday

at first they wouldn’t get along pretty well just because they both think differently and are polar opposites 😭

when they do start to get along they form a rare bond it’s just an unspoken thing between them and many of the spider people don’t get how 2 diff people have a thing for each other but they make it work

miguel would be cautious of her but NEVER underestimates her just because she’s a rare gem and has such cool powers & a lot of the spider people admire her for that—she’d be close to spider people who have unique abilities like her tbh !!

she’s super close to the spidey gang and probably has a soft spot for miles, margo, & gwen LOL + hobie & pav would treat her as a sibiling more so :p

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a/n: please let me know if you want a pt. 2 & elaborate more with the relationship between her and miguel <3 also these are mine headcanons so if you seen a similar one out there i didn’t take inspo from that!!

tags 🏷️: @kairiscorner

[fauxraven]

Can I request that me and Morpheus are husband and wife and I have telekinesis and I protect him from all the people who are after him but i over use them and I pass out but release a energy blast but he catches me in his arms and places me in his bed until I wake up and I finally reveal who I am and he is very sweet about it

Brave New Dream

pairing: Dream of the Endless x Powerful fem!reader

summary: a thousand lifetimes of protecting the man you love and a billion reasons to love you more.

warnings: slight spoilers for the comics.

word count: 3k+

dedicated to this lovely Anon who, I hope will enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Not sure this is what you had in mind but I took a bit of a creative license ;)

Enter the Dream, weary traveller

The universe began in death.

The world as humans know it was created billions and billions and trillions of years ago.

And for the longest time, there was nothing there.

Not even darkness.

Nothing but a pile of rocks that I'd crafted from my tears, long before I even knew about tears; long before I even knew about sadness.

Long before I knew about anything at all.

Unfortunately, the concept of sadness is one I’ve become familiar with. It's a concept I completely owe to myself, lest there be a Depression of the Endless I would be unaware of.

Naturally, sadness has never only really been just sadness.

And love has never really been just love.

Sadness and love; the only things I've ever taken for granted. I drag them behind me, like one of my husband's long billowing coats, on my road to eternity.

And eternity, is unbearable.

Eternity is impervious to evolution.

Eternity is impervious to the big D.

Eternity has never been anything else but existence, uninterrupted.

Nothing but me, sitting cross-legged on a giant rock floating in endless nothingness, watching stars bursting into life.

Billions and billions of lives.

Billions and billions of deaths.

Aeons fly by.

Atoms arrange, break down, rearrange, reshape, remodel in an infinite scheme for life.

And of this new process, burst life, everlasting.

The Creator came first.

He shaped worlds and realities of incomparable beauty, worlds that I could admire from my rock in a secluded part of this new universe. For him, I was grateful.

The Designer came second.

She'd always been here, in a way, just like me, but the Elden Books only gave her life meaning when her disembodied eyes had found those of her equal. For her, I was devastated.

Mother Night and Father Time were a logic addition to this bubbling garden of life, looking back.

Night and Time.

The essence of youth, ebbing away, crumbling to dust with each passing day; the everlasting presence of darkness itself, allowing thought to mankind, spawning fear and wonder in equal parts.

Night and Time. They never even knew I was there.

Night and Time and their children.

Seven Endless, seven beings, just as lost as I. Seven creatures of obedience and rules and death and destiny and dream and destruction and despair and desire and delight and—

Love.

So much love.

At first sight really; at first heartbeat.

But they were meant for inspiration, these beings, nothing else. Never anything else.

Whereas I was meant to watch.

From the darkest yet untrodden corner of a burgeoning universe, in a form that was not my own and thoughts that never sparred with anyone nor anything else. For them, I became everything that I am today.

But the beginning is important to this story; perhaps twice as important as the end. As it was from this very rock of oblivion, that I witnessed the purest thing yet.

The universe began with a dream.

A tiny dream, the first dream ever dreamt.

A fickle thing born of love.

A firstborn daughter, dreaming of her father, long since dead in battle. Fuzzy around the edges, the dream had no tangible contender, nor substance.

The father had no face to look at, no eyes to stare into nor voice to listen to; he was only as strong as all the men in her village, but the babe had no use for a face, only for a feeling.

She saw herself as older, fuller, running into his arms and laughing—laughing is not quite the opposite of crying, you see, but it is a merciful lie, one we tell ourselves to preserve our hearts, if only for a moment.

And the newly-born Dream Lord, barely more than a babe himself, was the sole puppeteer of this blooming hope.

And he was beautiful.

I loved him instantly for it.

I loved him for hope, I loved him for dreams, I loved him for love, even. I loved him for everything he could do and everything he could be. I loved him because when I thought of him I didn't feel quite as alone anymore.

I loved him because he gave me the courage to leave my rock and set sail for the stars. He'd never admit it, but Earth had always been his favourite of all worlds. And so it became mine.

Every waking moment, I sought to protect him. To love him from afar, rather than to not love him at all.

These days, it proved harder a task than usual.

The turn of the Twentieth century had offered me many things.

Semi-security, as a traveller, a woman, an impossible being. I'd been burnt as a witch, drowned as a witch, scalped as a witch, wheeled as a fae and hanged as a thief. I did not enact revenge. All of these were true, to some extent.

I'd established various homes across the aeons, found others like me, befriended some, hated nearly all of them. Always loved him.

Human beings are selfish by nature, but they have a knack to come about it that is just so ethereally beautiful and insightful and... magnificent. Just so uniquely human.

My love was just as self-absorbed. My friends themselves had some choice words about my aeon-long pining.

But of those friends, I particularly resented one.

Madame Klare was nothing particularly graceful nor spiteful. Only horrifyingly, tediously decent.

She knew of my shameful feelings, naturally. I reckon her exact words were A worthless waste of cosmic time, or some such lines.

The jab wasn't strictly intended to my feelings but rather to the unconventional way I chose to deal with them.

You see, I wholeheartedly believe that ire and hate are driving emotions, but there comes a time when the well of hate has run dry, when ire is no longer burning away in a pit but dying out in a shallow pool.

But love... love is infinite.

And when you love something as much as I love Morpheus, you protect it. It's the most... natural thing in the worlds—all and every of them worlds.

And time and time again, I protected him.

It began like a drawl; a slow, steady choreography that I practised alone from behind a one-way mirror—the Selena Gomez to his Drew Seeley.

He was a dark dot on a map, followed by a burst of light—life and love, everlasting.

My entire lives, I kept running after him.

After billions and billions of years, I was awarded a holiday by my dear friend.

A centennial thing—every three hundred years, she would kick my ass to the curb. I would leave for a century; go off-world, love myself, love the stars, come back and resume my duties to my one true love.

It was also during this century of lenience that my love was stolen from me.

I encountered him again some time later in a park in England, feeding the pigeons, of all things. I found him changed, in an odd, less tormented way.

The sun was showing her glowing head, burning brightly on an amateur soccer game. A fevered child ran past Dream of the Endless—he glanced at it with disdain and I stifled a laugh.

Needless to say, in this picturesque landscape, the broody dream Lord stood out like a sore thumb.

Something in him called out to something buried in me. For the first time, I decided to break my own rules.

He didn’t notice when I sat beside him.

‘’I love pigeons. They only ever need you for food but at least they’re very straightforward little bastards about it.’’

He gave me a sideway glance—sapphire blue and decaying hopes—and flicked another crumb to the surrounding flock.

There have been many an occasion, many a cause for his sadness over the years.

Sadness swallowed him whole every time.

Which is why I’d promised myself that I would never be the source of it.

Sadness was a default setting for both of us, but his was an infinite whirlpool, a tiny part of an endless ocean, extinguishing all hope of light it came across. And for a very long time, I thought this was all there was. But his sadness was so much deeper, so much stranger and so much more beautiful than that. Than mine. He was it. He was my everything.

My hand found his knee; only for a second, only for a tiny speck of comfort magic to weave through the dark jeans, through muscle, make-believe tissue and bone and there—the heart of an endless.

He looked at me then. At the smile I unknowingly offered him and the warm touch of my hand on his knee. And panic set in. Like every time for the past ten billion years, I scrammed.

⚭ ⚭ ⚭

The universe was playing a cruel joke on me.

The cruelest yet.

I simply kept seeing him everywhere, without even looking.

I wasn’t being strictly honest with myself either.

I knew about Hob and the New Inn; I had known about everything for a very long time.

I just didn’t expect he would see me right away.

I didn’t expect Hob to point a finger to the standoffish girl who’d been stalking his old friend for hours. I didn’t expect the man himself to look over. I didn’t expect my legs to be such traitors in the nick of time.

‘’Hi,’’ Keep it cool. Keep it together. Oh, god. He’s looking at me. He’s really looking at me and seeing me and I’m standing there, not doing anything. ‘’Can I… buy you a drink?’’

I’d done many stupid things over time. Hurt a lot, broke my own heart, shadowed him dutifully.

Loved him with everything that I had.

Of that, I said nothing.

I spoke of awkward things, shallow things, lively things, shiny things and funny things.

He didn’t laugh. He didn’t say much at all. He just kept staring and listening and I was entirely convinced that by the end of the evening I would scramble off back to my rock.

But I did not.

And he asked to see me again.

From there, something blossomed. Something beautiful and unlikely and ultimately based on lies.

But life went on.

And we… we fell into this lie so easily—he, digging deeper into the clumsy courtship and I, burying myself in a grave made of my own rules. It looked an awful lot like the underside of a cosmic rock.

He believed me human; of all things.

He saw my messy flat, and my boho friends and he showed me his realm and his love and it all absolutely terrified me.

I began by lying to my boyfriend.

Before long, I kept lying to my husband.

In all fairness, I’d denied him, the first time.

And despite his sadness and anguish, and my own self-loathing, I kept denying him until I just couldn’t anymore.

The wedding itself was all very briskly. Unexpected.

Right after I’d said no for the fifth time and just before I’d said yes for the first.

Something blue, something stolen, an immortal best man and his sister Death, officiating a small barely-put-together ceremony in the middle of an English park. It was perfect. It was everything.

I tried to convince myself that I was happy. I tried to live in a lie. I chose to kiss my husband every day, to chase his touch, to listen to the voice in me that needed him nearly as much as he needed me.

But every story, if you keep it going long enough, ends in death.

Death, is no beautiful lady on a languid trek through Brighton.

Death, is a burst of light, with a twist.

It’s a blonde woman who’s just lost a son and will take it out on anyone.

On the love of all my lives.

My physical form is used to these instincts by now. I should know better. I really, really should know better.

My mind follows, leaping from the confines of a rock at the borders of a forgotten universe.

I stand between a broken woman and a tattered dream—and I burst. I let it engulf all parts of me in every world that I’ve ever known. My power reacts on its own, fuelled by instincts and a dreary endless life without him.

This life remembers aeons of solitude.

It remembers bright skies and a dream of love. It remembers an otherworldly burst of light and a bewildered dream and a fuzzy mother.

This death remembers an endless embrace of sinew and a bed of starlight and wobbling bookshelves coming into focus.

‘’Boss? I think she’s coming to.’’

‘’My dream? Can you hear me?’’

A fuzzy dream of love and a talking raven.

A throbbing head and a loving hand in the small of my back, helping me up.

‘’What’s happening?’’ No. Wrong question entirely. ‘’What happened?’’

‘’It seems you’ve used up your… energy. Trying to help me.’’

‘’He means that you totally kicked ass today.’’

The raven isn’t an unusual sight. The bite in my husband’s eyes however…

It’s not that I haven’t seen this gaze before; this cool, unperturbed, assessing gaze. It’s just that I have never seen it in relation to me. This is death, for the first time in fifty billion years.

‘’Leave us.’’

The master’s orders are seldom discussed, and I am eternally grateful to Matthew for his slight twitch and dubious glance but I reassure him with a small smile. The bird flies away through a window; a window I recognise. Dream’s window. Our window in our little cosmic alcove, here, in his kingdom.

‘’It’s nice to see you still consider me enough to spare a pillow for my head,’’ I observe, stretching on the silk sheets and throwing him a coy smile. ‘’But whatever should we do with this insanely large bed?’’

‘’You lied to me.’’

The bite is cutting, gritted through a carefully crafted mask of indifference. It hurts more than the fleeting ghost touch of brushing against him in a busy street. More than shoving sixteenth century robbers with a wandering eye for rubies against a wall of a tavern with the force of my mind. Far more than nudging an engagement ring towards the man I’ve always loved, painfully aware that he would be gifting it to another woman.

‘’I’m not human, Morpheus.’’

The words are painful; they clog in my throat, and I wish to take them back immediately. A teardrop glistens in his endless eyes. I want to reach up and collect it before it falls.

‘’What, then?’’

‘’I don’t know. Not exactly. I never have. I just know that I’m old. Older than you.’’

He chuckles bitterly. ‘’That is impossible.’’

‘’Nothing is impossible. You taught me that.’’

‘’It’s all been a lie, has it not?’’

‘’Yes.’’ I’m desperate. Pathetic. His. ‘’You have to understand, I just wanted to protect you. That’s all I’ve ever wanted, baby.’’

‘’You lie.’’

‘’I live for you.’’ I put his hand over the last beating organ I have left and kiss his tears away. ‘’I burn for you. I die for you.’’

‘’You’ve killed for me, my love. And you almost did die as well.’’

‘’I’ll do it again. Tomorrow if you’re free. I might have to sneak out, though. My husband gets awfully jealous; in this very hot very red-flaggy way.’’

He gives a snort—even that is dignified—and takes my face into his hands. ‘’You’ve overwhelmed yourself.’’

‘’Happens once every millennia. Only with you though. Always with you.’’

And then I read it. The confusion in his face. Dream’s always been an open book to me; an open books of books, Destiny’s own damned tome of forged tales. Dream is my fate, I know that now.

‘’When? When did you start…’’

Complete and unabridged truth. In sickness and in health. For now and until forever ends.

‘’Do you remember Alianora?’’

He remembers. He remembers everything.

‘’She needed a bit of a nudge to cross over. Took care of those lousy gods though, did she not?’’

I did it. It’s done. Out in the multiverse.

I’ve just admitted to indirectly saving his life and his realm. I’ve just admitted to unknowingly third wheeling in one of his earliest relationships. I’ve just admitted to loving him, for eons past.

‘’That was you? You helped her then?’’

‘’And a few more times across time. Once or twice or a billion. You, mister, are a magnet for trouble.’’

‘’You should have shown yourself.’’

‘’I had no wish to trample on your happiness. I wanted you happy, even if it wasn’t with me. That’s what love is, isn’t it?’’

‘’I love you.’’ He says after a drop. His admission has my own eyes watering. ‘’I think I loved you even when I didn’t know you.’’

‘’I don’t,’’ I sob into his jaw. ‘’I hate myself. I hate myself for not being there, for not being by your side when you were imprisoned.’’

‘’Do not fret. I was released and then—I met you.’’

He’s lost his eloquence somewhere in this mess of tears and snot that we share, and the kisses I keep peppering along his jaw and the thousand truths I haven’t told him yet. But I purposely pause to tell him this one.

‘’That wasn’t easy, you know.’’

He pauses as well to look me in the eyes properly.

‘’A real hurdle. There were guards everywhere and I can’t reach that far on my own. I just had to make it look like an accident—a misplaced swipe of a tired wheel. But it worked. It set you free, and I am so glad that it did, because then I wouldn’t have had these glorious years with you. I peaked, I really did.’’

He stands frozen for a moment.

My dream king, prince of stories who’s just been told an entirely new one that he doesn’t understand.

I stare deeply into those starlight eyes only to find that I can read him no longer. It frightens me beyond compare.

‘’Please, say something.’’

He inhales deeply, nostrils flaring as he brushes my temple with a soft thumb. The moment drags on with the sweetest touch before I catch his fallen tear with my trembling lips. Against those, he whispers shakily.

‘’Can I… buy you a drink, Dream Queen?’’

A/N: Some soft, out-of-character Dream, but who’s complaining?