Synopsis: Billy died… killed by the Mind Flayer… he did die… he was dead… until he wasn’t. Now, he’s hiding, trying to figure out who or what brought him back from the dead. With Chief Hopper’s abandoned cabin as his only refuge, he waits for a sign… until a woman busts down the door…
Side note: Based on a post I made a few days ago about Billy having a Jason Todd/Dean Winchester-style revival with a Reader, who is a Hawkins Lab-generated Castiel.
Here’s Part Two: Unlucky
Warnings: Death, Resurrection, Flashbacks, Mentions of child abuse (aka Neil Hargrove), Breaking and Entering, Human Experimentation, Mind Flayer is its own Warning, horror themes, Upside Down… etc…
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He remembers the splintering of wood as he broke out of his coffin…
He remembers the dirt pouring through the opening as he dug his way out of the ground…
He remembers the relief at feeling the air fill his straining and desperate lungs, the sweat and dirt on his skin…
He remembers seeing his grave for the first time, newly installed above the mound of soil…
The stone read:
William Hargrove
Mar 29 1967
Jul 4 1985
Gone but Not Forgotten
He had died… He died, protecting Max, El and the others from the Mind Flayer. He had given his own life to end it, to send it back to whatever hellhole it came from. He was dead, given a funeral, or whatever sorry excuse of a funeral his father had planned, had a headstone made and buried. But now… he was alive… back from the dead…
And he was alone…
Though, there was flowers and letters on his grave, suggesting a visitor or visitors. However, one letter stood up - one with his name on the envelope in Max’s handwriting. He could’ve picked it out of a stack in a mail room…
It was the only letter he grabbed before he left the cemetery, a plan taking shape…
He needed shelter… and he knew where to go…
Hopper’s cabin…
~~~A few months later~~~
Billy couldn’t sleep…
The memory of his resurrection…
How he had died…
Max’s letter, which he finally read, brought to tears by her unnecessary apologies, her undeniable grief and her proclamation of herself as a ‘shitty sister’…
It weighed heavy on him, leaving a hollow feeling in his stomach. The scars from the Mind Flayer’s attacks marred his body like brands, marking him as both a defiant vessel and an unlikely savior. He couldn’t help but feel like he didn’t deserve to be brought back. Plenty of others were wrongfully claimed by the Mind Flayer and died for its twisted cause… so why him?
What made him an exception?
How did this happen to him?
Who would see him as worth saving?
A faint thump from outside the cabin sent a shot of adrenaline through him. He sat up, clad in sweatpants due to the cold air outside, grabbing the knife he kept on the nightstand. Getting up, he pushed the bedroom door open to see what could’ve been the source of the thud. As he moved around, he could see in the moonlight, that the lock on the front door was jiggling…
Someone was trying to break in…
At the same time, the lights flickered…
‘That’s not supposed to happen. They turned off the power to this place when Hopper was reported dead. I’ve been relying on candles and battery-powered lanterns,’ Billy thought, eyeing the lights with suspicion…
A sinking feeling began to settle in his gut, recognition dawning. The last time the lights behaved like this, he was possessed by the Mind Flayer. Whoever or whatever was trying to break in, it had to be from the Upside Down. This time, he wasn’t going to hold back…
The door swung open…
Billy lunged quickly, knife in hand…
A hand catches his wrist… a human hand…
His eyes met the intruder’s, (e/c) clashing with ice blue. They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity before the intruder pushed him back by his arm. The lights blazed again, this time blowing and sending sparks flying. Billy used his free hand to protect himself from the ignited sparks. The knife fumbled out of his occupied hand, hitting the wooden floor with a clatter. The would-be burglar stood up taller, shorter than Billy with a build that left no doubt that they were human…
This intruder was a woman, young and clad in stained jeans, a beaten-up hoodie and a scarf over her face. A hefty backpack was slung over her shoulders and a Walkman was clicked to the belt of her pants. Who was she?
Without prompting, the uninvited guest pulled her mask and hood down, unveiling her face and wild hair. To borrow a saying from El, she was pretty… really pretty. But in a way that was almost post-apocalyptic and survivalist. Like this woman had spent most of her life, fighting against zombie hordes or genetic-engineered monsters…
“Well, ain’t that a warm welcome?” She quipped, equal parts sarcastic and confused. Like she was expecting him to react differently to her unceremonious arrival, “You always greet guests with a knife, Billy Hargrove?”
“Who the fuck are you? How do you know my name?” He growled, lack of sleep and panic making him barely tolerable…
“(Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N). I’m the crazy bitch who brought you back to the land of the living…” she answered coolly, as if her response was completely sensible. She then moved over to the kitchen and with a huff of air from her lips, lit the candle on the island’s counter.
What the hell? She has powers, too? That explains the sparking lights…
“You… you’re the one who resurrected me?” He whispered, not quite believing what she was saying…
“I believe that’s what I said. Why? Is there water in your ears?”
Billy scoffed humorlessly at her wit and sass, still in disbelief. There was no way this girl was his savior, the one who brought him back from death. It had to be a joke… he must’ve just caught a second wind at the worst possible time…
“You don’t believe me,” she said abruptly, continuing to light candles with her breath and the tips of her fingers.
“I never said that,” he declared quickly, challenging her statement.
“You didn’t have to… the look on your handsome face and your body language says it all for you.”
“Why are you here? Where the hell did you come from? How did you find me? No one knows I’m back and that I’m hiding here!” Billy exclaimed angrily, his frustration mounting steadily.
Stunned silence followed his outburst, (Y/N) looking like she had been slapped. As swiftly as it happened, her face shifted back to its more neutral expression. She walked out of the kitchen and up to Billy, who was standing in the living and dining room. Without missing a beat, she pulled up the right sleeve of her sweatshirt to reveal her inner forearm. Printed on the skin, like El before her, was a number…
013
Thirteen… El was Eleven…
“You’re from the lab…” the words left his lips before he could catch them. He almost regretted it before she spoke up again…
“Was. I’ve been living in the Upside Down for the past three or four years. I was given the task of monitoring whoever or whatever was in it by those in charge. But, the lab stopped making contact with me when that Byers kid was found,” she explained solemnly, probably recalling a number of traumatic memories that seemed distant or numb to her…
“You met Will?” He asked, wondering if maybe she knew about those who were taken to the Upside Down.
“No, never met the kid, nor the Barbara girl. I only found out when I resurfaced for a supply run… And before you ask, it was the lab’s money I used…” she said, her answer depressing but informative…
“Why are you here? And why me?” He asked again, his voice firmer but quieter.
She looked him in the eye with a look that said everything she had to say - the Mind Flayer wasn’t the only threat from the Upside Down…
“Because someone or something from that hellhole is coming… and your stepsister is one of its targets…”
“Who?” Billy’s voice shook with a mix of fear and rage…
With a shaky breath, (Y/N) spoke again, “I knew him as Henry or One… but you might want to call him Vecna…”
He’ll Always Love Her More... This My Parting Gift For Him
Y/n Pov
I should’ve known that he would never love me as much as he loved her his heart belonged to her from the beginning I was just a temporary replacement for her. It’s been a long time since I came to find a solution I was a fool how I even could compare to her in his eyes I can’t be one for him I just need to move on and find happiness I’ve been in my bedroom and for last five days only coming out for dinner or taking a shower Klaus and I had a huge augment lead to us having a physical fight and me ending up brutal injured.
I’ve since then I healed with the blood or people that Rebekah or Elijah would bring me since I couldn’t, Anyways I was looking in my grimior for a resurrection Camille for the dead I’ve decided to give back his true love as a goodbye gift. My older brother was at his place working on an immortal potion for her we figured out we could make her an immortal human with certain abilities I found the spell of resurrection just as I got a text from my brother saying that he needed the blood of an immortal being to finish the potion I text him back saying am on the way I grab my grimior put it in my backpack along some candles and other herbs that I know my brother doesn't have I walked downstairs to the kitchen and grab myself a water bottle I walked to the front door I open the door when it’s was thrown open It was Klaus and Elijah I was about to fall back but Elijah caught my arm I sighed as Klaus just continue to walk away without even apologizing or even greeting me I walked out the door thank Elijah before I completely left I got in my car and drove to my brothers place after I made it I immediately got my stuff and headed inside
He was standing by the cauldron putting something into it he stop when saw me I started to break down crying he walked over to me and brought me into a hug and comfort me and tells me that he isn’t worthy of my tears I started calming down we sat down for a bit and just embrace each other when I got myself together I pulled away from my brothers that started helping him we walked over to the over to the boiling potion he said that my blood was the last thing need, I grab the athame I slit my hand and drip my blood drip into the potion it gave off a puff of smoke after the smoke cleared Vincent bottle it and we set are way the Camille gravy when we got there I could feel a protection spell around it I shifted into my heretic hybrid form my eyes glowing yellow with slits like cat eyes I broke through the protection barrier
I wave my hand over her grave and layers of dirt and grass disappear until it gets to her coffin I levitated her coffin up until we can get to it I held it in air until Vincent grab her out of the coffin suddenly we heard some running coming towards us Vincent ran over to me I snapped my fingers and everything went back in place I grab Vincent shoulder and made us invisible soon the Mikaelson’s appear with a unknown woman I haven’t seen they Klaus was glaring at the witch I assume because nothing seems to be out of place The witch kept saying she felt the barrier break she convinced them to dig out the grave I Motion my brother to stop walking at silent our sounds so we wouldn’t be followed we made it to the car and drove off we got cut off by Klaus car I mentally cloak Camllie body before Klaus and Rebekah yanks my brother and I She let be go when she recognize me I nodded as she look apologetic and she looked over to Klaus I looked at him as well see him still having his hand around my brothers neck I separated them with telekinesis, then I let my brother down and held on to Klaus my brother move behind me I dropped Niklaus he falls to the ground hard he ran towards us Elijah tried to get him but he was moving to fast I stop him right before he got in front of us I held my hand telekinetic push him back as I walked forward Vincent had already got back in the car and was waiting for me, “ Klaus I be damn if you hurt my brother I let you get away with hitting me but I will not let you hurt my brother.” By now my eyes are changed again I never felt so much rage I moved him towards his car I opened the door telekinetic and throw him inside I locked it keeping him inside I walked over to Rebekah and Elijah and told them I’ll be staying with my brother for a bit while they were sad but understood why they got into their car and drove off I stayed out until I couldn’t hear or see the car anymore Vincent drove the car next to me I got in we immediately drove back to his place as soon we got the we went into a spare bedroom and we both immediately started the resurrection spell it took a lot of magic out of the both of us we finished and went downstairs it was gonna take her a while to wake up I know we are gonna need our energy back so I ordered some delivery for the both of us I thought of bro to go that a shower since was some dry and his own fresh blood on him I started researching the the soulmate location spell and potion it’s fine pretty steady there your soul may even be in another universe or multi-verse I know it was risky but I had to find my soulmate I need to be happy I didn’t realize how long I was reading over the spell until my brother was looking over my shoulder “ Are you really thinking about doing this spell.” He asked me, “Yes I am, I need to find my happiness brother even if that means I need to travel to another universe then I’m going to have my happiness no matter the consequences.
A/N: so this is a repost, since my first account got suspended, but i love this fic so much that i couldn't not post it again. This was my first time writing for Peter Parker (mcu) But you can aslo read for any of them :)
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Cloudy
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Peter Parker was the new roommate at the compound. You thought he was cute, and he was your age... finally someone to talk about things of your era.
“Hey boomers” you cheer when you enter the open kitchen.
“Mornin’ Y/N” respond everyone.
“Hello Y/N” blushed Peter, but he could see something was not right with you, he could sense it.
“Hey kiddo, she won’t bite” teased Sam.
“Depends when”, you teased back making Peter blushed even more. You got a sweet spot for the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man.
You felt dizzy this morning, a little bit lightheaded. You pretended to be okay in front of them. But you were scared because you didn’t understand what was going with you.
See you had powers; I mean you were an avenger. Like Wanda and Pietro, you were an experiment. You could read thoughts and see the future. But you had developed another power, that you tried to understand with Bruce and Tony. Lately you would dissociate in time. Sometimes your body was moving before you did. And this morning was like the other for the past two weeks.
“Shit, she’s not here, is she?” asked Clint.
You became blurry and your voice distorted.
“Hey boomers!” you said again. Nobody responds this time, they all looked at you. You felt the tension and you looked at them. “What” your voice echoed. You turned your head and there’s a reflection of your movement.
“Shit I feel dizzy” before you fall, Peter caught you. His Spidey sense made him the only one able to catch you. Your body was visible three times in the kitchen and the other avengers were not able to take the right one. But Peter reached for the correct body before he could think of it.
“You’re, ok?” he asked you.
“Well, you caught me, so never been better”. He helped you sit down on a chair and brought you a black tea and some buttered toast.
“I think you need to it. You dissociate a lot when you’re with an empty stomach” pointed Peter.
“I hope you are writing down Bruce or Tony, he has a point”. They both nodded and Tony talk to his watch... taking notes.
“Well Queens, you sure are very observant.” Said Steve.
“I-I need to prepare for college” blurred out Peter before almost running out of the kitchen.
“Well done old man, who’s gonna bring me my toast now” you complained.
Vision appeared from the wall and took your plate with your toast.
“I am Y/N, you look very pale... you must eat before dissociating again”.
“See Vision and Peter take care of me... not like you other”.
“Oh my god, you are sure she’s not your daughter Tony,” laughed Natasha.
After breakfast, you went back to your room, it was the one next to Peter’s. You passed by, hoping he hasn’t gone without you to college. You entered your room still feeling dizzy but this time you knew it was because of the emotions bubbling up in Peter’s head. With your dissociation you felt everyone emotions, it was tiring but you delt with like a champ... well you pretend anyway.
Images entered your brain. It was you; Peter was thinking of you, and you weren’t playing scrabble.
“Shit, that’s hot” you said out lout. Peter was imagining you riding him. You were wearing on of his scientist pun shirt, hands in your hair, praising him. His hands were on your thighs and then his thumb was on your clit. The emotions, he was feeling, were so strong that you could almost feel him inside you.
“PETER STOP IT NOW” you screamed. The images in your head froze and you felt the embarrassment growing in Peter heart.
“s-sorr-sorry Y/N” he yelled back.
He was cute, but he was very frustrated since his breakup with MJ. You felt bad for him. You didn’t know the entire story, he told you it was an agreement between them to end their relationship... but you were sure she was more ok with it than him. You felt his broken heart for weeks.
You finished to get ready for school and wait for Peter in the living room. When he arrived, he was red like a tomato, and he looked at his feet.
“It’s ok, Petey. I’m not mad”.
“I-I’m sorry. Eve- ok you’re not mad. Bu-but I shoul-I should not do that either way” he stuttered.
“It was hot, very intense, I almost felt you... inside me.” His eyes went wide but you were too deep in your reflexion to see it. “Crazy right? I think I can feel more when I’m like... I don’t know connect with the person... I should tell Bruce about it”.
“That you can see and feel my... wait don’t tell him, please” he begged you.
“Relax Spidey, I am not telling him I can see and feel when you jerked off.” you laughed when he blushed even harder if that was possible.
You took his arm and went to the garage to take one of Tony’s cars. Your touch went straight to his crotch, he had a crush on you since the last two months. You were kind to him, always defending him when the other teased him too much. Always helping him, when he struggled with his project for school or when he wanted to improve his suit or his fighting skills. You made him laugh and forget about his problems. You were like his personal sunshine and when he missed May too much, he looked at you to feel a bit more home. You were his new home now, but he was too heartbroken to see it yet.
You both arrived in college in no time. Peter drove because you were not sure if you would dissociate again. When he parked the car, you were about to go but he stopped you. “You are not totally here yet” he said calmly. You watched his hand on your forearm, but you didn’t feel his grip.
“Jesus Spidey-boy, how?”
“Spidey sense, I think”.
You were the only one to not called his Spidey sense, “Peter tingle” and he liked you a lot for that among other things.
When you felt his grip, it when straight to your core... for no reason except maybe it was like a reaction to him daydreaming about you. His gaze past you and your heart broke. You turned your head and you saw MJ talking with a guy, a handsome one, and she kissed him with passion. Back to Peter, you saw him with teary eyes.
“Hey Pete, don’t... she’s not worth it.”
“I want to move on, it’s been six months.” he murmured.
“You can’t decide when you’ll be totally healed. it takes time.” You caress his cheek in attend to comfort him. He gave you his puppy eyes signature. Those fucking eyes.
“You can pretend.”
“Pretend?”
“That you moved on too. “
“How?”
“We could pretend that we’re dating.” He looked at you, then looked at MJ who was still kissing the new guy, then looked at you again. His hand on your arm holds you tighter and you hand on his cheek went to the back of his neck.
“It won’t hurt anyone, plus maybe your fantasy might come true.” you teased him. Without any warning he kissed you. it was a kick gentle one. You blinked a few times before registering that he did kiss you.
“S-sorry, I should ask you” You shook your head before lean in again and connect your lips to his. This time you took control of the kiss, you took your time to feel his lips against yours. He sighed and parted them a little, your tongue went brush his teeth. You thought he would back off but no he pushed his tongue out to meet yours. You broke the kiss first, scared to not be able to stop... he was a good kisser.
“Well, one of my fantasies is already complete” he said with a certain confidence. You smiled, you liked when he was more confident. “I feel better already, thanks”.
“Did I kissed your boo-boo away?” you joked. He rolled his eyes and got out of the car. He waited for you, then he put his hand on your back.
“It is not for pretending that we are together, you’re still sitting in the car” When he finished his sentence, you felt your soul coming back to your body. Peter holds you closer to prevent from any falling. He heard your heart tumbled in your chest and he hold you closer by putting his harms around your waist. Your head fall on his shoulder by the impact of yourself on your own body. “You, ok?”.
“I don’t know Pete”. You looked up to meet his gaze. His concern about you, you felt it. “It has never been this strong, and… what the fuck? I mean you just hold me and wait for my soul to come back to my body, like you felt it?”
He looked you up and down before putting his lower lips between his teeth. “I-I felt it yeah. Like goosebump. And you have this look in your eyes when you dissociate. Like a cloud on your pupil.”
You’re surprised. He is very observant of your condition, even more than Tony or Bruce, maybe it’s because is more with you… or maybe he likes you more than you think.
“Can you note that somewhere? I have to report this to Bruce.” He nodded and helped you reached your first class.
“Meet me at 2 in the parking lot?” he asked you. “Yeah, fine see ya Peter”. He kissed your cheek before disappearing in the crowd of students. You started blushing for sure.
Two weeks later your condition is worst than ever. You can’t go to class because you keep dissociating. You don’t even know where you are most of the time. The only way to be yourself is when Peter is around you and it makes you sick to be this dependant on someone.
“Y/N?” call Bruce.
“My room.”
The scientist comes in and analyse your state from the door. He frowns.
“Yep, I look like shit, I know. I can’t shower. I mean I can not get up from my bed. Too dizzy”
You hear him hums and scribbles on his notebook. You turn your head slightly and your vision blurs instantly. You close your eyes and groan of frustration. Then… you hear his thoughts.
Maybe the kid could help her shower. Just to see if it works.
“I am not showering with him” he chuckles before speaking out loud.
“No, of course. But maybe he could be near you? I mean when he’s in the same room as you, you seem to functionate almost normally.”
“I am not a machine, Banner.” He sits on your bed, and he pats your leg. “I know, sweety, but could you try? A shower, it’ll make you feel better.”
You sigh and nod positively. Bruce leaves your room, and you wait. A few moments later, you feel Peter coming. He’s nervous and impatient. Bruce knocks and you tell them to come in. Peter is slightly blushing, and his smile disappears when he sees you on your bed.
She looks so ill. I should have come earlier. Shit she can hear me. Think of something, think of something. Lama, dogs, cactus, not her naked, don’t picture her naked. Idiot she can see right trough you. Fuck, fuck… why am I like this. Watermelon, pineapple, no not pineapple, don’t think about what your sperm will taste if you drink or eat pineapple. Stop it, Peter.
You can contain your laughter at his thoughts. Bruce looks at you, but you quick to tell him that Peter is doing what it does best, overthink everything. “And that’s cute, he’s too concern about me. You know, I have to live without you Spidey.”
“I let you two alone now. Let me know how it goes”.
I am cute? She thinks I am cute. Fuck, she’s still reading my mind. Hi Y/N, hope you like my rumbling thoughts.
He thinks about what he did and saw during is time in college and you sigh in relief. You prefer those kinds of random thoughts, feels more like the radio and you don’t have to focus on what is saying.
“You want to try to get up?” you nod before sitting on you bed. Your head does not spin like you’re drunk anymore. You look at him, he stays right beside your bed, slightly nervous.
“Give me your hand Parker… please”. He holds is hand out for you to reach. You take it and push yourself of your bed. You sigh and grip his forearm with your other hand.
“You good?” you nod too weak to form word. He leads you to the bathroom. You both enter and then you stare at each other.
“H-how do you w-want to- to proceed?” he asks you.
“Maybe you can just turn your back and stay in. And no peaking with the mirror behind you.”
He nods and turns; you’re facing his back. He hears you strip from your clothes and enter the bathtub.
“How was your day?” he scoffs but you continue “it’s nicer for me to hear you with your actual voice and not just your thoughts Pete”. He laughs and then start to tell you everything that happened to him. You interact a bit with him, but you quickly become quiet. He continues to ramble and stop instantly. Something is wrong, he can feel it.
“Y/N, still there?”
“I don’t know” your voice echoes. He doesn’t know what to do, you told him to not look at you while you shower. But he feels that you need help, that you are dissociating.
“Peter?” he hears it three time and he closes his before turning and going to the shower. He trusts his Spidey sense to reach you. When he feels your arm, he grips it.
“Peter” you ask this time able to realise that he is with you under the water. His sweat and his socks are soaking wet, but his eyes are closed.
“You there with me again” he breaths out.
“I am, thanks”. He smiles at you shyly. “Peter?”, he hums. “I can see what you’re thinking” he blushes.
“Sorry?”.
“Why am I always wearing one of your t-shirts?” a strangle laugh lives his lips.
“Because I never saw your naked chest and I don’t want to imagine it. So, you in my t-shirt are good enough.”.
“Oh my god, you such a dork!” he takes his hand of your arm, and you feel like you’re falling. Before you know it, Peter catches you in his arms. Now your naked form is pushed against him. His eyes are still closed, but his breathing becomes erratic.
The water is running down on him. You follow a drop along his jawline, and you feel a wetness between your legs.
“Peter, open your eyes” he shakes is head. Your hands snake along his chest to his cheeks, before tugging in the back of his hair. “That’s why I told Bruce I was not showering with you”.
“Wh-what?” his expression is priceless. He arches his eyebrows, and you can almost see the surprise behind eyelids. Your only response is to connect your lips with his. He quickly kisses you back and push you against the wall.
“you’re soaking wet, Pete”. You whisper when he breaks the kiss.
“So are you”. This time he opens his eyes shocked by his own words. He meets your big grin, and he blushes.
“You’re a specimen Parker, how can you tell me that and then blush like a twelve years old”, because he is right, you are wet… he is making you wet.
Flashes of you riding him in his shirt comes to your head and you laugh. Peter closes his eyes again to stop his thoughts. “I might just do that if you help me finish showering.” His face and ears are crazy red, and he chuckles.
He helps you and puts you in bed. When you head hits the pillow, you fell asleep. Peter stays a while and watches you. Bruce sneaks in and asks what happened. Peter reports the essential and skip the kissing part. You twitch in your sleep and your hand reach for Peter’s. you interlace your fingers with his and you hum.
“Good, I let you take care of her.” Bruce goes out and Peter does not know what to do. He sits awkwardly on the mattress, a butt cheek hanging out of it.
You can lay with me.
He looks at you. Did you just to talk to him in his head.
Need to note that, Pete. But still, you can lay with me if you want. I like to be the little spoon.
He takes a deep breath and positions himself behind you. You scoot over him and take his arm to put it around your waist.
“Thanks Pete.” You murmur.
He kisses your temple and watches you drift in a deep sleep again.
AU series were Bucky is safe and sound after AOU, (Y/N) (L/N) is a troubled woman with a haunting past, and its coming back to enslave her. But she doesn’t care, her interest is in a certain Captain America lead to a night that set off a series of unfortunate twists and turns. Can she come out on the other side, with her past a secret and a family to come home to. Or will she burn and take everyone down with her.
Her: I-Forest , II-Crimson , III-Hiraeth
My home isn’t a place - where you’ve come to know these people well enough home isn’t a physical object. Coming soon
Call me when its over - she’s just a friend, right? Coming soon
Summary: Imagine being one of the 43 born on that day, and meeting The Umbrella Academy.
Power:Elemental
A bank robbery, nothing The Umbrella Academy hadn't handled before it was supposed to be a quick in and out, photo shoot, couple of press questions and then back at home for dinner.
At least that's what they thought, that's what everyone though including Reginald Hargreaves as he stood outside the bank amongst the plethora of fans, reporters and police.
The doors to the bank slam open and without thought the crowd starts cheering happily waiting for the preteen team to strut victoriously through the threshold.
Only to be stunned into silence as they went flying out the door and rolling down the stairs landing in a heap on the ground.
Alison chocking and gasping for air as water escapes her lungs her hair soaked.
Luther covered in powder and stones of marble.
Diego and Klaus clothes cut and torn bent knifes not far from him.
Ben and five chard clothing still emitting trailer of smoke.
The sound of footsteps approaching the bank door pulled everyone's eyes from the Academy children and toward the figure dressed in all black with a face mask covering the bottom half of your face carrying two duffle bags.
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"Pathetic." You scoff strutting down the bank steps past the defeated 'opponents'.
As you grew closer to the crowed of people they split like that of the Red Sea plastering the biggest smirk on your face.
"Hold." You heard a voice demand.
Coming to a stand still you slowly turn in your heal eyebrows raised at the man dressed in full formal attire in the middle of the city on a Tuesday.
You see a another girl also dressed in a Umbrella Academy uniform run up and begin to help the one still coughing up water.
"Are you guys okay?" She asked rubbing the back of her companion. "What happened?" She asked.
"Their like us." Five said patting out a small ember from his jacket. "They have abilities."
"Oh sweetie I'm nothing like you." You smirked.
"That quite enough number 5." the man interrupted. "Were you in fact born on October 1, 1989?" He asked in a demanding tone.
"What about it?" You sassed.
"Well if this is in fact true, and you do possess the abilities number 5 has explained." He started. "Then I would be willing to take you into my home where you will join the Umbrella Academy, stopping crime opposed to committing them. You shall hence forth be known as number 8." He finishes matter of factly.
"My names (Y/N)." You replied in a confused tone.
"That's enough number 8." He said sternly. "Put the bags down so we may be on our way."
You yourself started to believe that this man had some sort of authority over you as you start to put the bags of money on the ground before snapping out of it.
"What the fuck? No." You snapped back at him.
"A child such as your self with the abilities you posses needs proper guidance." He said taking long strides towards you. "With great power come-."
You cut him off.
"Some dust-hundred year old man trying to control how I use them?" You asked rhetorically. "Yeah I know, I've seen Harry Potter."
"What I do is for the greater good of everyone." He defends.
"Well right now what for the greater good of everyone is that you leave me alone." You glare as a line of fire suddenly surrounded the bank along with the crowd of people. "Or I'll burn everyone and everything to the ground." You threaten.
The man stays silence to your enjoyment as you send another smirk his way before turning your back and walking back toward the split crowd.
"Bye I hope I never see any of you again." You called out before Turing to face them once more. "Except you, you can call me anytime." You say toward the boy who was apparently number 5.
Walking without hesitation through the line of flames as it disappears you along with it.
They Belongs To Me | Sub Wanda X Dom Reader x Sub Nat
Or
*Y/n Pov*
Stark was throwing another party for no reason he probably was bored and came to the idea to have a party anyway Natasha took Wanda into her bedroom to get ready for the party, I found it wired because we usually get ready together but she has been acting differently since our latest mission that was two weeks ago but whatever she tends shuts her emotions off instead of talking to me about them I anger me sometimes but I don’t want to make her more upset anyway I’m gonna get ready for the party now I walked to my bedroom and walked in my closet I choose ( the picture above) I walked out and to my bathroom and showered after I was finished with my hygiene stuff I walked back to my bedroom and sat on my bed and started to put lotion on I put on some cologne I put my hair in a slick high ponytail and did my makeup nothing to serious just my eyebrows and lips and a little highlight I check myself in the mirror and then head out and headed to the party I went to the bar and ordered a martina the bartender made my drink and gave it to me I thanked them and headed to where the team was gathering and sat down to Steve who is talking to Thor I spoke with Bruce and Tony about updates for my suit and other things I open my mouth to mention something about my suit when my little witch plotted herself in my lap. “Hello, my little, witch how are you?”I greeted her and gave her a peck on her lips she pouts and cutely glared at me I chuckled and gave her the proper kiss she wanted after we pulled away she giggled and nuzzled her head into my neck and relaxed I started back my conversation Tony about the upgrades for my mission suit and other things after a bit I got a place, Wanda, on her feet and pulled her to the dance floor we start dancing for quite a while when we got tried went and sat down she sat beside me we drink some of our drink a little growl came from stomach I use my conjure granny smith apple she turns from her conversation she was having with Clint.
She lends to kiss me on the lips as a thanks but stop and gasp I turned to see Natasha grinding on some guy I am piss how dare she act like some random slut I got up and walked over to them and pulled her away from him and this punk and the audacity pull me back I quickly turned around did one of my fight moves on him I looked down at him and said don’t you ever lay your filthy hands on me or what belongs to me or I will end your life before you couldn’t even relies what has happened I say baring my fangs to make my point get imprinted in to his puny skull
She lends to kiss me on the lips as a thanks but stop and gasp I turned to see Natasha grinding on some guy I am piss how dare she act like some random slut I got up and walked over to them and pulled her away from him and this punk and the audacity pull me back I quickly turned around did one of my fight moves on him I looked down at him and said don’t you ever lay your filthy hands on me or what belongs to me or I will end your life before you couldn’t even relies what has happened I say baring my fangs to make my point get imprinted in to his puny skull
I turn back to Natasha and pointed upstairs and motion Wanda to come with me we walked upstairs to our room when we got into my bedroom I see Natasha on the bed with her collar in leash in a submissive position I walk over to her and grab her by her neck
Me: Your are in for a rude awakening you little slut.
Hope M.~ You are the Daughter of Lucifer Morningstar he created you with the help of a thousand years old Nogitsune the only way to help with creating you is also for you to become his daughter as well after they secure their deal they started to research how to make you they succeed they started to scout for the perfect woman to carry you and then they found your mother Bonnie Bennett when she found out she was pregnant she moved to Beacon Hills to get away from Mystic Falls to give you a somewhat normal life until she was needed back in Mystic Falls.
The Quadbrid
*Y/n Point of View*
My dads and I just arrived at this school for the young and gifted ( Supernatural) the headmaster of the boarding school was outside waiting for us I step out of the car and moved to the side door so Elijah and Klaus could jump out after the hit the ground they stretch out their legs and heeled beside me father was talking to the man I take leashes off dogs and pointed to the woods next to the school and speak to them in Romanian. Du-te la olita. I command and then ran off turning my attention back to the old guy I heard the headmaster telling my father that he needed to fill in some more information on me and then my full-time student here we walked into the school and some girls stop in front of me and smiled I raise an eyebrow at them and they giggled they turned to the headmaster and said
Blonde: Father who is this?
Brownhead: Is she a new student?
Headmaster: Yes Josie she is a new student and her name is Y/n Morningstar
The girls gasped and step back in freight my dads and I chuckled I was about to insure them that I mean no harm to them or anyone in the school until a beautiful strawberry blonde sped over girls stood in front of me facing the girls I looked at her check her out from behind dad came up from behind me and smacked my head I held my head in pain and he pulled us over to my father and listen to what the headmaster in the corner of my eye I could see the three girls whispering and glancing over to me.
*Hope Pov*
I was talking with the twins but they keep looking at the new kid I clear my throat to get their attention back from the new kid I don't like how they pay more attention to her than me it was rude I was talking to them and all they could do was look at her.
"Who is the new student?"I ask them with a little attitude in my voice.
That's Y/n Morningstar and that's her father "Lucifer that talking with our dad." Josie replied and looked back at them. I was about to call out for Josie's attention again when Lizzie starts speaking to me.
"Hey hope I was wondering if you could do the truth spell on them so we could know their intentions being here?" Lizzie asked hopefully, I nodded and planned to do it when we are alone with her.
They started to walk to the building when she around and whistle ( The black widow whistle just cause) and looked over to where she was looking and we could see two dogs running to the school from the woods and they ran to stand by her they continued to walk in inside the building and out of my sight.
*Lucifer Pov*
We walked into the school headmaster's office and sat down in some chairs in front of his desk and we started talking about the arrangements that Y/n will need he agreed to the conditions and asked me what kind of supernatural creature my dear daughter " Well, she is a quadbrid which means she has four Supernatural beings in her first is Witch." As I speak y/n showed her witch eyes.
Vampire
Werewolf
Nogitsune
Headmaster: Woah she'll fit in I already have a room for her in mind she will be sharing with someone somewhat like her, I nodded and motioned for Y/n to keep quiet because I know she'll object to sharing with someone but I want her to come out and make friends and hopefully find love after we had everything settled we left he walked to the quarters where the students stay he walked us three to the room she'll be sharing hopefully . We walked in to see her things in the room the headmaster left and I started to help her along with void after a while we were quite finished and we all turned as we hear the door open a young lady with red hair walked in and saw us and went into a defensive stance.
????: Why in hell are you three doing in my bedroom
I start to speak when she interrupted me and rudely speaking
????: You know whatever I don't care why you guys are here get the hell out
Y/n: Well as you see Am you're new roommate and if you don't like it all well I don't care
????: Ahh yeah no get out before I make you
Y/n: I would love to see you try to make me
The redhead shot a blue bolt-like thing at Y/n but she deflected it with a wave of her hand and destroy at lamp beside the girl's bed
The headmaster runs into the room in front of the girl as she goes to attack again
Headmaster: No Hope she's your roommate because there weren't any other rooms available now stop this immediately
She nodded and apologized to us and went to her bed and got on her phone
I turned back to my daughter and told her I have to leave now she nodded and playful shooed me away I chuckled and kissed her head and walked out of her room as I grab void hand and dragged him out.
Y/n Pov
After my parents leave I sighed and walked over to the Hope girl and say sorry about her lap she said it was alright but I didn't believe her so I waved my hand over it while thinking of it fixing itself.
Y/n: there you go good as new again sorry about messing that up
Hope: You didn't have to do that but thanks anyways
I was about to reply when I had to settle whimpers from the closed door I quickly realized I was Elijah and Klaus and snap of my fingers and made a doggie door appear
I introduced them to Hope she was tensed up I asked her what was wrong and she told me that their names were her late Father and Uncle names I apologize for making her upset she said it was OK I nodded and walked to my side of the room and sat on my bed and read a book I made the dog's food materialize in the corner of the room and they went to go eat.After a while, it started to get dark so I got my stuff I want to take a shower that came back I'll say good night to Hope and went to sleep
Summary: Blackbeard captures a powerful sorceress with control over the elements, offering her freedom in exchange for her alliance. As they navigate their uneasy partnership, sparks fly—both from their powers and their growing connection.
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The storm was a tempest of fury, waves crashing against the jagged rocks of the secluded island as though the ocean itself were battling against fate. Blackbeard’s ship, the Queen Anne’s Revenge, sliced through the waves with a disturbing calmness, its black sails billowing ominously in the thunderous winds. At the helm, Blackbeard stood tall and unmoving, his wild beard whipping in the wind, his dark eyes scanning the horizon for the prize that was to be his.
A hush fell over the crew as the island came into view, jagged cliffs rising like sentinels guarding the shore. The ship creaked and groaned as it approached, the air thick with the scent of salt and impending danger. Below deck, the crew readied themselves, preparing for the inevitable violence that would follow. But this raid would not be like others. They were here for something far more valuable than gold or treasure.
A sorceress.
The woman he sought was notorious for her magic—rumors spoke of her ability to call storms with a mere flick of her fingers, to bend the elements to her will as if they were mere toys. She had lived alone on this island, a place no sailor dared approach, hidden away from the world by an ancient spell. But Blackbeard was no ordinary pirate, and where others had failed, he would succeed. He had no fear of the supernatural. In fact, he craved it.
The crew docked the ship, its anchor thudding against the rocky seabed, sending a reverberating echo through the air. Blackbeard led the charge, his boots heavy on the wooden planks as he descended from the ship to the shore, his coat swirling in the wind like a dark cloud following him. His crew followed in silence, weapons drawn, their faces hardened in anticipation of the battle ahead.
The moment they set foot on the rocky beach, the wind howled with unnatural force. A flash of lightning cracked the sky, illuminating the silhouette of a lone figure standing at the edge of the cliffs. A woman, cloaked in flowing, silver fabric that shimmered as though it were alive, her long dark hair dancing in the wind like a veil of night. She stood unmoving, as if the storm had no power over her, her presence commanding the very forces of nature.
“You’ve come for me, then,” her voice rang out, carrying across the crashing waves, though she did not raise her voice. It was a calm, collected tone, as though she had been expecting them all along.
Blackbeard grinned, the edges of his lips curling in that menacing way he had become famous for. “Aye, I have. And I’ll take what’s mine, sorceress.” His voice was deep, gravelly, commanding, but there was a flicker of something more—an undeniable hunger in his eyes.
She tilted her head slightly, studying him with an expression that was both calculating and amused. “Do you think you can control me, pirate? Do you truly believe you can bind me with chains?”
“I don’t need chains,” Blackbeard said darkly, stepping closer, his crew forming a tight circle around him. “I just need you. And you’ll come with me willingly.”
The sorceress’s lips parted in the barest of smiles, and with a flick of her wrist, the wind picked up, swirling violently around them. The sea roared louder, as if echoing her power. Blackbeard’s crew took a step back, their weapons tightening in their grips, but Blackbeard himself stood his ground. He had faced worse storms and far fiercer enemies. This sorceress would not intimidate him.
“You think you can bend the elements to your will,” Blackbeard said, his voice unwavering. “But I’ve seen storms before. I’ve survived them. And I’m not afraid of you.”
She laughed, a sound as melodic and dangerous as a rattlesnake’s hiss. “Oh, Blackbeard, you’ve never met someone like me.”
With a final wave of her hand, the ground beneath them shifted. The rocks rose and cracked, and a bolt of lightning descended from the sky, striking the earth just inches from Blackbeard’s boots. The energy vibrated through his body, the electricity making his hair stand on end, but he didn’t flinch. His eyes remained locked on hers.
“I’m not here to fight you, sorceress,” he said, taking a deliberate step forward, closing the distance between them. “I’m here to take you.”
Her expression shifted slightly, curiosity flickering in her gaze. “And what makes you think I’ll come quietly? You’re just a pirate.”
“A pirate who knows how to make deals,” he replied, his voice low and steady. “And I’ll make you an offer you can’t refuse.”
The sorceress raised an eyebrow, intrigued, yet unphased. “An offer?”
Blackbeard smiled, his teeth flashing white in the dark, storm-ridden night. “You’re not the only one with power, love. You come with me, willingly, and you’ll have all the freedom you want. No chains, no imprisonment. You’ll have the sea, the skies, and the storm at your command, but only if you agree to work with me.”
She considered him for a long moment, the wind howling around them as if waiting for her decision. Finally, she spoke, her voice soft but carrying the weight of finality. “What makes you think I need you, pirate? I have everything I need here.”
“Perhaps,” Blackbeard replied, his voice cool and confident, “but you’re alone. And that’s the difference between us.”
Her eyes flickered, and in that moment, Blackbeard knew he had struck a chord. He stepped closer, never breaking eye contact. “The world is full of enemies, sorceress. You can stay here in this desolate place, hiding from the world, or you can come with me and see what it’s like to have power at your fingertips. You’ll never have to hide again.”
There was silence between them, only the roar of the storm filling the air. Then, slowly, the sorceress lowered her hand, and the wind died down, the storm settling as though it had been stilled by her will.
“You’re a fool, Blackbeard,” she whispered. “But you make an interesting proposition.”
Without warning, she raised her arms, and a torrent of wind and water surrounded her, lifting her from the ground, swirling around her like a vortex of power. Blackbeard stood motionless, his eyes locked onto her, watching as her magic enveloped her like a protective cloak.
“You’ll regret this,” she said, her voice distant, but still sharp and filled with that same calm authority. “But I’ll come with you. For now.”
With that, she descended back to the ground, her feet landing softly on the rocky beach. Blackbeard stepped forward, reaching out to take her arm, pulling her closer to him. She didn’t resist.
“Good,” he said, his tone low, like a growl. “You’ll be my greatest ally, sorceress. And in return, I’ll make sure no one ever dares to stand against you.”
As they turned back to the ship, Blackbeard felt a surge of excitement—he’d taken many things in his life, but this sorceress, this mysterious woman with the power to control the very forces of nature, would be his most prized possession yet. And unlike his crew, she was no mere follower. She was a force in her own right. A power he would tame.
But in the back of his mind, a thought lingered—one he couldn’t shake. No matter how powerful he was, he had never before met a woman who could match him in strength, nor had he ever felt a pull as strong as the one he now felt toward her.
This would be interesting.
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Blackbeard watched her from across the deck, his eyes lingering on her as she stood at the edge of the ship, her hands raised, the wind gently blowing her dark hair. She was already growing more accustomed to the ship, more comfortable with its sway, and with her place among the crew.
He’d expected resistance, expected her to fight him, but what he hadn’t anticipated was how easily she had fallen into his rhythm, as though she knew, deep down, that he would never truly seek to control her. He didn’t need to. She was already his—at least, for now.
