Day 3- AUs

Iris x Linda- Villian AU

Based on this post made by @kendrasaunders

Summary: Months after the particle accelerator explosion, Central City, (and frankly the whole country), was filled with meta-humans, some more dangerous than others. Needless to say, with the amount of power people received, the city became chaos. Countless people became thieves, gang members and even murders. What once was one of the countries brightest cities, became one of the darkest ones. Many, many people made that happen. Iris Anne West, now known as Wither, was one of them. After being given the power of Agrokinesis, Wither became one of the most feared meta-humans in Central City. No one could intimidate her, no one could fight her, no one could touch her. It was then, a fierce reporter named Linda Parker appeared in her life. They soon became partners in crime, with Iris using her plant powers and Linda using her gun technics they soon began to be the strongest couple in Central City.

Linda focused on flipping through her spellbook rather than watching the woman across the room, but it was a difficult task when she couldn’t help but glance up every time her back was turned. Part of her kept anticipating to see gossamer wings sprout between her shoulder blades.

She had only met one fae prior to now, and that meeting wasn’t a very long one. Namely because said fae had tried to kill her for stealing. It had been a miracle Linda made it out in one piece. Though, she was still sure the reason she could never look at gardenias without wanting to throw up came from that grumpy old fae cursing her away.

This fae was different. And not just because she’d come to Linda’s doorstep instead.

And that she claimed she’d been cursed to remain human for the rest of time.

It seemed she was telling the truth so far, but she refused to give Linda a name to work with or the exact circumstances of the curse, which really didn’t help matters. If she didn’t know any better, Linda might’ve called the situation a trap waiting to happen, leaving this imaginary curse as the bait.

But all the fae did was thumb over the spines of her books on the shelf, humming an incomprehensible tune under her breath. She hadn’t turned around since Linda last flipped the page, and Linda forced herself to clear her throat. Definitely not so she could see those dark eyes as they sought her out and pinned her in place with eagerness. “I can help,” Linda said, “but I need to know more about what happened. About the curse.”

Those eyes narrowed. “Why? I told you enough.”

“Curses are specific, and I’ve never seen one like this. I need to know what they said and the intent behind the curse - ”

“To ruin me,” the fae cut in immediately, fury simmering in every word. “To separate me from my family.”

Linda blinked. “Okay. But I still need to know why.”

The fae crossed the room and Linda barely had time to blink again before her back was against the wall and the fae had one hand resting beside her face, her jaw set tight as she leaned in. “Why do you need to know so much?”

“I told you,” Linda said calmly. “Curses are specific. I cannot help you unless I know everything.”

That earned her a wry grin. “You don’t want to know everything, believe me.”

Linda huffed, fighting the urge to snap something rude in return. “Just try me. Do you want help or not?”

Silence dragged its feet between them. Linda felt the warmth of the fae’s breath brush her face, and the scent of wildflowers, though she wasn’t sure how she knew that, drifted through the air. Linda watched those eyes roam her features, anger draining little by little with each passing moment when Linda refused to flinch.

“He framed my family,” the fae murmured finally. “I was his scapegoat, I didn’t want to play along. They might be dead now, for all I know.”