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Magic TrioX Young!Reader Something Wicked pt.2 Oh, how she loved the village.Magic TrioX Young!Reader Something Wicked pt.2 by alee1997
It was a place nestled at the base of the mountain and made her think of all those picturesque towns that a person finds in brochures and travel magazines. A quaint little place you can believe magic existed.
The main street bustled with the sounds and smells of dusk. Families wandered as children ran about and mothers chatted each others ears off. A bar on a street corner was opened for business as it served it’s customers and the restaurants and cafes released a delicious scent into the air everytime a door opened. It was vastly different from the isolation she knew in the castle.
____ hurried her small steps to match Vlads long and relaxed strides as they wandered the darkening cobblestone streets. “Stay close.” He said and placed a hand on her shoulder to steer her in the right direction. He led her into their favorite cafe and sat at one of th
Magic TrioX Young!Reader Something Wicked pt.1 The light flashed upon the stone walls , washing the cold hard surface in a blood red light. The flecks of orange that could be found in it glittered like candles that sat on a cake. In the midst of of the lights stood a figure. Eyes closed as her small hands moved about as it she were conducting a symphony, her entranced audience stood captivated at the very edges of the circle that glowed from power.Magic TrioX Young!Reader Something Wicked pt.1 by alee1997
Her arms moved with ease as she felt the energy surge through her body. Every movement of her limbs filled with some unearthly energy that she could barely comprehend. This was it. This was what it felt like to know power. To know herself and what she could do. To lose one’s self in the energy as the words of a language long forgotten rolled off her tongue as easily as breathing. It was power. It was what it was like to be a master. This was what being one with magic felt like.
As she took a moment to enjoy the sensation, her thoughts
2pAmericxreaderx2pCanada Birthday Lightshow Warning: mild language.2pAmericxreaderx2pCanada Birthday Lightshow by alee1997
“What!? But Mom…”
“Sweetie, I’m so sorry.” You heard the apologetic voice on the phone. “I’ve tried everything to get out of this meeting, but this contract is so big that I can’t get out now. I promise we’ll spend tomorrow however you want.”
“What am I going to do until then? We always celebrate at midnight. And this is one of the big ones.”
“I know, I know.” You could hear the woman's voice crack. “But I promise I’ll make it up to you tomorrow. Maybe you can hang out at the neighbors house? You know they adore you.” You could hear voices in the background calling for your mother. “I have to go now,___.”
“Fine…” You could feel the clench in the back of your throat that would eventually be the start of
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Magnets (BuckyxChild!Reader)Magnets (BuckyxChild!Reader) by TonyStarks-Girl
(Name) Stark was playing with her toys, blissfully unaware of anything going on in her home. Being the daughter of none other than Tony Stark, naturally she had all the toys she wanted, and all the best ones. Tony was just domesticated like that now, and ever since he laid eyes on (Name) when she was one year old, he'd fallen for her and been wrapped around her finger ever since.
"Steve, what the fuck?!" You heard your Daddy yell. You stuck your bottom lip out a bit, being pulled out of your concentration and now annoyed.
"Tony, calm down-"
"Nope, nuh-uh, can't happen. I let you live in my damn Tower since your apartment got the hell sniped out of it—by him, might I add—and then you wanna do this to repay me? My daughter is three fucking years old, she doesn't need that in her life!"
You cocked an eyebrow. Why was Daddy arguing with Uncle Steve?
"Tony, calm down, please. He needs a place to stay, even temporarily-"
Tony ran his hands throug
Pietro x Baby! Reader |Bonding|Pietro x Baby! Reader |Bonding| by Emma-Rosse
It was always troublesome for Pietro when Wanda had to head off on a mission. Particularly because of the baby they’d found on the last mission they’d done, together. Alone and abandoned, Pietro had scooped up the dirty little baby and taken it back to their apartment the second the mission was over.
Wanda was suspicious of the child after a little while, but figured it was harmless, so why not try and raise it as their own little sibling/child/thing-y. It was fine, at first, save for the insanely odd hours that it’d wake up in need of food or a change.
And in those diaper changes, they learned that “it” was a “she”.
But as the months wore on, she learned how to sit up, crawl, and eat baby food without making a total mess. At least, when Wanda was there to make sure the girl stayed clean. When Wanda was gone, though, that was when there was trouble.
“Ve do zhis every time, (Name). Just eat your food like normal child!” Pietro
PietroxReader Book FortSigh…PietroxReader Book Fort by kikizara13
For a moment he sat still staring at the lab wall.
Tony felt the gust of wind as the speedy mutant switched seats.
Now he sat backwards in a rolly chair, his arms propped up on the backrest and his chin resting in the crook of his elbow.
Once again, he exhaled. He began swishing his leg back and forth causing the chair to move slightly and squeak.
A gust of air hit Tony once again, signaling the movement of his unwanted companion who was now perched on a stool.
Another quick movement and he was sitting upside down in the rolly chair spinning in a slow circle.
Tony sat the wrench down with a loud clang.
“Can you do that somewhere else?” Irritation filled his tone as he glared at the silver haired man.
Pietro’s gaze was one of innocence and confusion.
“I haven’t done anything though.” Tony’s eye twitched.
“Either hold still or go bug someone else.”
He opened his mouth to argue
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