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scarletnwidow · 2 years ago

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Forever Yours

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of not eating/weight loss, alcoholism, overdose, suicide, death

A/N: this is arguably the heaviest fic i’ve ever written. there are very triggering and sensitive topics in this story. so, if you are uncomfortable with any of the warnings above, please skip over this fic! happy reading <3

anon requested: super angsty nat x reader, where the reader screws up on a mission and the whole team and nat kind of ignore the reader..

Summary: Y/N makes a mistake during a mission that costs her everything.

Word Count: 1.7K

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You fucked up, like really bad.

The team had been on a mission to save some hostages on a ship. You were instructed to wait until you were given the okay to make any moves.

You were peering through a window and were the only one with a clear view of the situation. Your eyes widened as you saw one of the Hydra agents pointing a gun right at a civilian’s head.

You couldn’t wait. If you wait, that person would be dead. So, you went against orders and made your presence known.

Unfortunately, you failed. There were more agents than anticipated and all of the hostages didn’t make it. Not to mention, you had also gotten a bullet to the abdomen as well.

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

Now, you were sat in the medical bay; alone. None of your teammates could even look you in the eye, even your girlfriend; Natasha.

They didn’t care to check up on you like they normally would. Natasha didn’t wait outside while you were getting worked on. She didn’t come in and hold your hand like she usually did.

She didn’t kiss you and reassure you that everything would okay because it wasn’t.

You acted on impulse, but you didn’t intend for things to go so wrong so quickly. All you saw was a civilian with a gun to their head and it seemed like a no-brainer.

Your team didn’t see it that way. To them, you were selfish and uncaring about the situation. You were truthfully very devastated and carried the heavy weight of blame on your shoulders, but they didn’t care how you felt.

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

A few weeks after the incident, none of your teammates had said a single word to you. Natasha avoided you like the plague.

She no longer slept in your room with you, she went back to hers. She didn’t train with you anymore. She hasn’t so much as glanced in your direction.

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She didn’t show you any sign of care or remorse. No one, not even your own girlfriend, cared about how much you were truly hurting.

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You knew you messed up, they didn’t need to rub it in your face like this, but they were. They’d make snarky comments regarding your capability on missions during meetings.

Tony had straight out called you a mistake. You were the mistake of the team and his words didn’t hurt as much as the lack of response from your teammates and your girlfriend. No one came to your defense; they all agreed with him.

They’d completely demean you and your skill. Natasha once said you were unprofessional and a liability. That hurt more than you could ever express.

You began to lose an alarming amount of weight. The stress had gotten to you. You refused to eat anything and the worst part of all was that Natasha never cared to notice.

Or maybe she did notice and really didn’t give two fucks. Maybe she thought that pain was what you deserved; and you couldn’t have agreed more.

You’d become an alcoholic. You drank every single night in an attempt to drown out the guilt and agony. You’d stay locked in your room as you’d finish bottle after bottle.

One night, your negative thoughts had finally won. You wrote a letter to your girlfriend… if she was even your girlfriend anymore. Who knew at this point honestly.

Your tears fell onto the paper as you finished writing your goodbye. You folded the paper neatly before you cleaned your room.

You made your bed as neatly as you could and placed all of your clothes into your closet. You hung each article of clothing perfectly.

You looked over your room as your tears began to fall at a faster rate. All the memories you shared in here with the assassin had haunted you since your mistake.

It killed you to know that you’d never be able to make new memories ever again, but the suffering had consumed you.

You walked into your bathroom and opened a bottle of pills you had in your cabinet. You opened the lid and poured all the pills into your hand.

You dry-swallowed all of them. It took awhile, but you had finally managed to do it. You grabbed the bottle of vodka that you had brought in the restroom with you.

You slumped down against the bathtub as you took multiple swigs of the alcohol. After a period of time, your vision began to blur.

You couldn’t help but smile. Natasha and your team, your family, may have treated you like shit, but you still loved them.

You were so thankful for everything they’ve done for you, even if now your life would end in tragedy. You needed to be free from this overwhelming guilt and torment.

Your eyes closed shut and the bottle of alcohol slipped from your hand, the glass and remaining liquid scattering across the floor.

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

The next morning, there was a mission, and Natasha was sent to retrieve you from your room. She knocked on the door a few times, but decided to just open it when she didn’t get a response.

“Y/N. There’s a mission.” She spoke emotionlessly as her eyes scanned the room. It was extremely clean, which was odd considering you were a rather messy person.

Nat’s eyes scanned the room before making her way into the restroom. Her heart dropped at the sight she was met with.

You were now laying across the floor in a puddle of glass and vodka. Natasha rushed over to you as tears threatened to fall from her eyes. She picked up your limp body quickly, not caring about the glass beneath her feet.

“Y/N? Baby? What did you do? Oh my god, no.” Natasha caressed your face as she let out a sob. The redhead caught sight of a bottle of pills on the floor and she felt sick.

“Help! Someone, please help me!” Natasha screamed out in agony, her voice breaking as she was overcome with fear.

Steve and Tony rushed into the bathroom and they stopped in their tracks. You were unconscious in Natasha’s arms as she cried into your neck, her heart-wrenching cries echoing throughout the restroom; reflecting the newfound emptiness in her heart.

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

You didn’t make it. After you were found unconscious and unresponsive, you were rushed to the medical bay.

Doctor Cho had done everything she possibly could to save you, but to no avail. It was too late and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

Now, the entire team felt guilty, feeling as if they pushed you to take your own life. They regretted their bitterness towards you. Even if they were angry with you, they shouldn’t have shunned you the way that they had, and they’d never get the chance to fix it.

Natasha was the most affected by your death. She cried herself to sleep every night, wishing that you were in her arms and that this was all a bad dream, but it was, unfortunately, a reality.

Natasha refused to go into your room. It would only remind her of her failure. She felt as if she failed you. She should’ve been by your side regardless of what had happened, but wasn’t.

She felt as though she abandoned you when you needed her most. She felt like she could’ve prevented this from happening.

However, Natasha finally grew the courage to enter your room a month later. Your funeral was two weeks ago and Natasha honestly didn’t even know how she managed to get through the ceremony, but she did; barely.

Her eyes darted across the entire room. Everything was left untouched since the incident. No one dared to move anything.

Natasha took notice of a piece of neatly folded paper on your desk. She curiously walked over to the paper and her heart sunk as she read what was on the front.

“Natasha.” Your neat handwriting stuck out to her. She had always adored your good penmanship, but now it served as a reminder that you were gone.

Natasha shakily picked up the piece of paper and opened it. She let out a gasp as sobs wracked her body. She read the letter and felt as though all the air had been taken from her lungs.

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

“Natasha,

Where do I even start? Well, first of all, thank you. Thank you for being the most amazing girlfriend anyone could ever ask for. Even if our last moments together were filled with pain and hostility, I still cherished every single one.

I’m so grateful for you and the team. You guys became the family I never had. I was a nobody with a dark past, but you guys turned my negatives into positives.

I’m so happy I got to spend the last three years of my life with you. I’m going to miss your smile that reaches your eyes. I’m going to miss your laugh, not the fake one you use around others, but your real laugh. I’m going to miss waking up to you every morning.

I’m going to miss going out on random, spontaneous dates with you. You’re the love of my life and I never thought I’d have to part with you so soon, but I have to do this.

I’ve been going through hell ever since that mission. I can’t get the events out of my head. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, without seeing so many people being slaughtered. I’ve been suffering and I just want it to stop.

I’m so sorry for what happened on that mission. I was reckless and the memory of those innocent people being murdered in front of me, because of me, will forever be my biggest regret.

And I’m sorry for leaving you. I’m not too sure if you’re even going to care, considering the circumstances leading up to this, but I’m still sorry regardless. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me and I’m sorry I wasn’t enough. I’m sorry for being the disappointment of the team.

I wish you nothing but love and happiness for your future. You’re amazing. Please don’t blame yourself, this was my choice.

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Forever Yours,

Y/N L/N”

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scarletnwidow · 2 years ago

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Destroyed

Part 5

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!reader, Natasha Romanoff x Fem!reader

Warnings: cussing, cringe moments, possible too much information lol

A/N: HOOOLY SHIIII- I can't believe it took me two years to update this HAHAHAHHA anybody still with me? jk I have no idea how this will end now, I just keep on writing whatever comes to mind haha so bear with me a little more? :")

Summary: You always thought that the best way to get revenge is to let them see you’re happy. You also thought that the best way to move on is to convince yourself that you’re okay until you no longer need any more convincing. You’re about to find out how effective it was.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

You’ve never felt the need to be angry at something for the pain of your family’s death, because you only had yourself.

What happens now that you finally have someone else to blame?

*****

“...an ancient hero in the flesh.”

The moment Wanda said those words aloud, the more it sounds surreal. There was a stunned silence after, broken only by an incredulous laugh by a god himself.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m not the only one who thinks this is absurd, right?” Thor couldn’t keep himself from snorting, everything sounds stupid and impossible.

When everyone just stared at him, his smile faded and his jaw clenched, “That is impossible! Mortals carrying the blood of the gods are a myth.”

“We thought the same thing about you, Thor: God of Thunder, War, and Fertility. But look where we are,” Tony said sarcastically, “who’s to say the idiotic, egotistical greek gods don’t exist like you? Or every other textbook mythology there is, on that matter,” he continued.

“I’m pretty sure you shouldn’t be calling them idiotic in case...you know,” Bruce mumbled.

“Well, you have a fellow Avenger as proof. And now I think I’ve finally removed impossible from my vocabulary,” Fury responded.

Wanda wasted no time in stepping up in front of him, “How do you know all this anyway? Y/N’s powers are quite similar to mine, how do you know this is that?” She questioned, pointing at the folder resting on Natasha’s hands.

“And why didn’t we know about all these experiments in the first place? Where did you get these files? This weren’t on the place we raided,” the redhead finally allowed herself to speak. Her brain is currently trying to make sense with too much information all at once, she didn’t even know where to start.

“You of all people should know that in a mission, there will always be another mission to finish, Romanoff,” Fury spatted. Of course, Natasha is well aware. She was always the one given a different mission by Fury during missions.

“We know from the start about their goal, but since obviously, it all sounds beyond-the-universe-ridiculous, we thought it was just another plot of Hydra. But then SHIELD caught wind of another location thousands of miles from our initial lead. The tip says it’s where they perfected their process, and they were currently proceeding with the first subject just as you guys were headed to the other place,” he continued.

“One thing we know for sure, Y/N’s in a vulnerable state right now. Emotions are very tricky, especially hers. It also doesn’t help that it’s what triggered her abilities,” Maria chimed in.

The redhead looked back at the folder in her hands; she really couldn’t wrap her mind around all this. Just an hour ago you were in her arms, nothing about you or your features seem any different, so how?

She internally slapped herself for letting you go. This was a lot to process for them, and they were just your friends, your family; what more if you would find this out about yourself?

The redhead absentmindedly turned to the next page, the wheels of her brain still whirring on her head. Her eyes accidentally landed on the photos in front of her, and she wished she should’ve just closed it.

Her eyes widened and she felt a lump form in her throat, her gaze darting to the short description above the photos.

Eris Labs Main Facility: Subject Threats Successfully Eliminated, All Research Data Collected

In front her were photos of a freshly destroyed two-story building, or at least what was left of it.

“W-We did this?” she looked up at Fury, her voice hoarse. Fury frowned at her before glancing down at what she was pertaining to, he sighed and gave her a single nod.

Natasha didn’t know whether or not she should be relieved she weren’t able to convince you more to come back with her. But, she knew she shouldn’t have left you alone.

****

You didn’t know how much longer you stayed seated at the ground. You just spent the rest of the afternoon staring at the oblivion after Natasha reluctantly left you behind. When you finally came to your senses, you knew the sun will set in about an hour or so.

You’ve spent too much time debating whether or not you should explore the wreckage that you just totally zoned-out in your spot. You took a deep breath before walking up to the site.

You didn’t deny to yourself that you’re nervous; you haven’t been here for six years. You never even bothered to sit and remember what exactly happened. You didn’t think there was a point, exploring the place where you almost got killed wouldn’t bring your family back. Besides, you knew the Avengers took care of everything, so there wouldn’t be anything left for you to delve in.

You still think there was no point in finding out what this place was, after all, it was completely trashed so you were sure you wouldn’t find anything.

The universe decided to prove you wrong once again.

You found yourself walking towards the space where you found your sister bleeding to her death. The memory of how you caught her eyes while you were still under some rubbles flowed through your mind as you stared at the empty space. There were still some traces of dried blood even after all these years, and you felt like your ribs are squeezing your heart.

A strangled sob came out from your lips as you forced yourself to look away. You thought you’ve already moved on; it’s been six years! Turns out, you didn’t spend those years moving on; you spent all those years convincing yourself that you’ve moved on.

After all, you remember that day was busy with people fumbling around, and finding out you’re the sole survivor hits a lot than you could admit.

You tried to calm yourself, remembering the breathing exercise you invented the first few months of being the last person carrying your family’s name. When the tight in your chest subsides, you look around once more before walking deeper around the fallen debris.

You immediately looked away when you caught sight of a familiar boulder at the corner of the room. You managed to steady your breath, but your tears kept flowing freely even when you wipe your cheeks. When you found your courage to approach, you only noticed that the boulder had been moved.

You frowned, that’s when you only realize that you didn’t know where the bodies of your family were, of everyone’s actually. How did you not worry about your family’s bodies all those years ago? How did you not think of giving them a proper burial? Where were they now? The realization only made you feel worse.

You snapped out of your self-disgust party when you noticed something that’s out-of-place. Something that definitely wasn’t supposed be there.

*****

“She can’t know about all this,” Natasha said as she abruptly closed the folder with trembling hands and gripped it tight, as if the entire thing would destroy the world if opened once again.

Everyone in the room stared at her. She looked at each of them incredulously as if she’s the only one who sees the severity of the situation.

“I-I know this place. This…this is where she came from. This is where I just came from! Where her parents died; where she watched her sister bled to death. If she found out SHIELD was the one who destroyed the place—the reason they were gone,” her voice cracked as she took another shaky breath.

The team shifted in their seats. The air heavy with uncertainty and uneasiness about the whole ordeal. The fact about your existence is already confusing enough, the thing about SHIELD having a part with you becoming an orphan adds to the mix of emotions.

They know now that emotions are a vital factor in your powers, and it’s starting to dawn on the team that you aren’t probably ready to know the truth yet.

It hurts Natasha to think that she has to keep something from you. You’ve suffered enough from not knowing the truth, thanks to your relationship with Wanda.

After a few more minutes of tense silence, Tony let out a humorless laugh. He gestured to the folder clutched in Natasha’s hand like he can’t believe something like that exists.

“H-How…how is even all this possible? What the hell is Eris working on? What the hell is Y/N?”

If looks could kill, Tony earned two equally lethal glares from a redhead and a brunette. Natasha was about to retort when Wanda was suddenly at Tony’s side clutching his shoulder.

“Do not talk about her like that,” Wanda said, with her other hand raised up in the air threateningly.

This startled everyone, Steve rushed to Wanda’s side and gently held her back. Tony sighed and lifted his arms in defeat. “I’m sorry, but I know all of us wants to know how we happen to have a friend who descended from Greek gods,” he said as he looked at Fury and Maria, his gaze expectant.

“So are the Avengers currently looking at our very own Wonder Woman?” Tony added which made everyone give out an amused snort, lessening the tension in the air and made everybody turned to look at the two in front as well.

Maria rolled her eyes but she allowed herself an amused smirk. “No, Tony, she is not like Diana Prince,” she proceeded as she looked at Natasha and gestured to the folder. “May I?” Maria opened the folder and took a few moments shifting through the pages before letting out a satisfied hum as she finds what she’s looking for.

She glanced at Fury to her side, silently asking for permission. He gave her a nod before taking a seat for himself.

She took a deep breath before speaking. “Y/N isn’t descended from the gods. She has the blood of Helen herself,” Maria paused. Seeing that the team just stared at her dumbfounded, she continued, “Of course, she’s not an actual descendant but that’s exactly what Eris was working on. Extracting biological components from ancient ruins and battlegrounds hoping to bioengineer Helen’s blood and create a haptandra— the hand of war. It’s—“

“I’m sorry, wait, hold up,” Bruce said, raising his arm while looking around at his teammates then back to Maria. “When you say Helen, you don’t mean Helen of Troy, is it?” This made him earn a small smile from Maria.

“Yes, I meant Helen of Troy.” The team made another round of uneasy shifting in their seats and some grumbling of how this all sounds stupid.

“I suggest you let her finish first before you all decide how crazy this is. Because it gets even crazier.” Fury stated a little louder to get everyone’s attention. It did, and they all turn back to Maria.

“You all know Helen’s story, right? How a 10-year war raged on because of her? Apparently, that’s due to her bloodline. Something about being sired by Nemesis so wherever she goes, there will be strife of some kind,” A hand was raised in the air before Maria can continue, “But the Trojan War was caused by Helen’s beauty is it not?” the interruption earned a couple of bewildered looks aimed at the owner, due to him being a machine.

Vision noticed this and if toasters could blush, he definitely does. “Human mythology fascinates me,” he mumbles as he puts his hand down.

“Some books and interpretations of the story whatnots believed it was because of her beauty,” Maria said, offering him a smile. “Eris, however, discovered ancient texts that state it was never her beauty that caused the war. It was solely her very own blood that caused it; that wherever she goes, war is destined to come. And that… power… continued on to her descendants. The texts that Eris found said it was not confirmed that the power coursed through every woman descended from her, but every major war since her time was linked to her descendants.”

“Okay, so Helen of Troy, pretty much every mythology book wrong, cursed bloodline, powers due to that cursed blood, and said blood was currently running through Y/N’s veins right now. Yeah, got it.” Tony sarcastically said which made the entire team shift in frustration.

Too much information going on and it all just sounds fucking crazy.

Maria just sighed and crossed her arms. “I know, all of this sounds like bullshit. That’s why we never took it seriously when we found these files. We didn’t even know someone survived,”

“Please tell me this is all the crazy we’ll get today,” Clint said, staring at the opened folder on the table.

“I’m afraid not,” Fury stood, moving to stand beside Maria. He paused to look at each Avenger in front of him, “Y/N’s abilities are complex and bioengineered, making them both powerful and can be quite unstable,” he gestured to the folder, “this thing only explains the basics of her powers. And they’re already disturbing as it is. Now, when we’re done, and we face her again, I suggest you to be ready about shitting in your own pants.”

*****

Three days later.

You never thought you could be any more nervous than you are right now. You've always been a big believer in not going headstrong into something that you have no idea what's in store for you. That was the main reason why you always do your homework before completing a job back when you were still an assassin.

Yet, here you are. Just about to turn off the engine of your boat in the middle of fucking nowhere. You have no idea if you're in the right place, but this is also the most sure you've been at anything.

You almost reached on your pocket for Natasha's widow bites, wanting to reach out to her for help because you have no idea what you're doing. Natasha's been trying to contact you nonstop in the last two days, so is the rest of the team. You even frowned on your phone for a good 5 minutes when you got Wanda's text, wanting you to come back to the compound.

You sighed and took a deep breath. When you turned off the engine, you did your best to scour the ocean around you for anything. Squinting your eyes for anything that might point you to the right place. You just knew you needed to be there, and that you must do this on your own.

*****

Natasha is still trying any means possible to track you down. She and the team had gone to where she left you hoping to find you still there. Probably to also make sense of what happened to you. Of course when they got there, you were long gone. No traces of where you could possibly be. The redhead almost cursed you for figuring out that her widow bites have trackers on them. But of course, from one master assassin to another, she wasn't surprised at all.

Wanda is going out of her mind with worry. Even Vision can't help ease the worry and panic she feels when thinking about where you could be. She can't help but feel guilty because this is technically her fault. She hurt you, yes, but she only did what will make her happy. Who knows that in doing so, she'll be triggering ancient powers inside you? Wanda cannot explain what she was feeling. She still care about you but feels like she has no right because of what she did to you.

Now, Wanda is at your room with Natasha watching her closely. The brunette is trying to use the traces of magic she felt at the Eris Facility to try and find you. When she proposed that idea, of course Natasha was the first one volunteer- no, demanded to go with her. The redhead was still pissed, she hated the idea that Wanda is the closest person they have to finding you. If it were up to her, she wants Wanda as far away from you as possible. But, finding you was more important, so she's willing to put up with her for now. Natasha makes an internal promise that she'll fight the shit out of Wanda after this whole fiasco.

No way she's gonna let you get hurt over Wanda again.

The brunette is starting to feel her head hurt. She wants to find you so bad but she feels a little reluctance when she tries to reach out to the feeling of your powers. She didn't know why, but she still feels the same fear she felt when your powers hit them for the first time during the meeting. Wanda's eyes are now furrowed shut as she tries to reach that power again.

Wanda thinks she must've been grunting with effort because she can hear the faint sounds of Natasha's voice asking what is happening. The brunette sees an elaborate purple mist on her mind, This is it. Y/N is close. She wills her power to reach that power, the same way your power reached out to hers when she first felt it. Unfortunately for her, she feels a reluctance, and it was coming from you. Your power seems to be preventing her from reaching you and finding where you are.

Wanda feels the purple mist is seeming to push her away, it takes great effort from her to try and push through. In her mind, Wanda feels the purple mist started to surround her, and it's closing in. She feels her power flicker, letting her know you were trying to suffocate her. Wanda focused on her desire to find you and make things right as she screams and willed her power to go forward. Until she felt a release in pressure and everything goes black.

*****

Natasha can hear the footsteps of the team rushing to your room. Steve was the first to enter but stopped short at the sight of unconscious Wanda in her arms.

"What happened?!" Steve exclaimed as he tentatively approached. The rest of the team poured in the room with worry on their faces. All of them catching a glimpse of Wanda's power in the room before it completely dissipated.

"S-She just started grunting and screamed. Then there was a burst of her power before she passed out." Natasha said, still clutching Wanda.

"So, did you think she found Y/N?" Fury said as he enters the room.

It was when Wanda moaned and started to stir. Natasha carefully helped her sit up with Steve rubbing her back. "Hey, are you okay? What was that? What happened?" Natasha asked. The brunetter slowly opened her eyes and gave her a weak smile.

"I found her."

*****

It's been nearly four hours of staring into the ocean. You were getting pissed and frustrated with yourself for going here without a plan. You just straight up believed what you found and went to it without question. You sighed, you were desperate for answers and you really couldn't blame yourself for that.

You got up and finally decided to just go back to civilization when you felt a tug in your stomach. You looked down at your hands and see the same purple energy dancing on your fingertips. Only it was stronger and you can feel it more clearly. It was getting more and more intense as you stare at it, you can even hear buzzing around you. Then suddenly, the pressure just dropped and it stopped, but not before bursting a huge amount of purple energy around you.

You closed your eyes. When you opened them again, you felt your jaw dropped to the goddamn floor. A barrier of mist seemed to unfold before your eyes, slowly revealing a gorgeous island like you've never seen before. It has the whitest sand you've ever seen, different species of huge trees that some of them you don't even recognize, plants and flowers in full bloom, and you can even make out the intricate houses in the distance just above the huge island.

This is the most beautiful place you've ever seen, it almost feels magical. But again, maybe it is because 30 seconds ago you were still surrounded by endless ocean. Now, an island is in front of you. You blink a few times, trying to comprehend if what you're seeing is real. When it did not disappear again, your attention was finally caught by a single person standing on the beach. A woman. She is looking at you with a smile you can't place as either a friendly one or a wicked one.

She's wearing a weird but very cool armor that you only see in movies and textbooks. A beautiful bow on her back, and a sword at her side. You stared at her in amazement, there's something about her that's quite familiar to you but you can't figure out what. Your thoughts are interrupted whe she spoke, "I see you finally found my letter. Welcome, Y/N. I've been waiting for you for a long time."

A small envelope sits at the center of where your parents’ bodies should be. You know because of the dried blood scattered on the floor, and it’s directly aligned at the center of the huge boulder.

Your heart is beating fast as you picked up the small envelope. Its dirty and slight yellowish state lets you know it’s been there for a long time. You stared a little too long at the envelope in your hands, having absolutely no idea what’s inside. You guessed that a card with a message is inside because something tells you you’re supposed to find it a long time ago.

With shaky hands, you pull out the card inside that proved you right. You noted the worn-out ink of an elegant handwriting.

43.4130° N, 34.2993° E — find me when you’re ready, Warbringer.

A/N: For those of you who knows my reference for "Warbringer", kindly let me know in the comments cuz I've been looking for my people to fangirl about it hahahhahahaah

#black widow #female reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff angst #wanda maximoff angst #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x female reader #natasha romanoff x female reader #scarlet witch #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff imagine

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scarletnwidow · 3 years ago

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Ava never cares that she’s literally dying, she only cares about smiling at Bea 🥰

She’s in loveeee 😉

If y’all aren’t watching season 2 of Warrior Nun, what are you doing with your lives?

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scarletnwidow · 3 years ago

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Not Dark Yet

SingleMom!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count 3.2K

A/N: This is the first chapter in a series inspired by MoM. This part doesn't have any spoilers for it.

You move into a new neighbourhood, you find yourself falling for the woman next door.

You buy your new house without thinking it through. It is perfect for a first time buyer, the realtor assures you. Good schools, friendly neighbours, quiet streets.

The problem is not the house. The problem is you. You live on your own. Suburbia is immediately lonelier than you expected.

Your neighbours smile politely at you as you move in. They do not welcome you any further into their community. You know it’s intentional. You feel their assessing gaze; they can tell that you don’t fit.

You work from home. You wanted to escape a boxy apartment, you wanted to have a spare room to write in. Suddenly, all that extra space feels unimportant.

The housewives of your neighbourhood gather throughout the day like flocks of birds. Small clusters huddle by fence posts. They each wear different clothes, different hairstyles. Somehow, they all look the same.

You spend the first few days trying to ignore them as you go about your usual routine. Sometimes, you glance out and see that they are nodding towards your house. You are the subject of gossip, conjecture.

Already, you begin to scroll through house listings online. You wonder how you could have made such a naive mistake.

Now that you’ve seen your neighbours, you are sure that this is not your neighbourhood.

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You have not seen all your neighbours.

A week has passed. You are up very late, sitting in the spare bedroom turned makeshift office.The silent, empty street is reassuring as you try to finish an article for tomorrow’s deadline.

She catches your eye. You stop typing.

Her long, dark hair is haphazardly tied back. Her face is wan like the moonlight. She is dragging a heavy garbage bin out to the curb. She looks exhausted.

Her pyjamas only highlight the irony of her obvious tiredness. For a brief moment you wonder if she is sleep walking.

She walks back to her house. She pauses on her porch step. She runs her fingers through her hair, letting it fall loose and long. Then, she reties it just as messily as before. She is startling beautiful.

Before she reenters her house, the woman turns and looks up at your window. Your heart arrests when you see her small smile . You feel unsettled, as if she could sense you thinking about her.

She is ethereal, bathed in the dim light from her own porch.

She goes back inside, closing the door softly behind her.

You take her cue and go to bed yourself. You can’t stop thinking about her smile.

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The next day has a different energy to it. You try not to stare out of the window. You try not to think about the woman. You speculate briefly that you might have invented some night time apparition. Then, you remember her eyes, how they took your breath away. You couldn’t have imagined her.

She does not join the flock of housewives during the day. You notice now that the group always face pointedly away from her house. Sometimes, they throw a scathing look behind them. You feel increasingly sure that she is not their friend. You like her more for it.

The weekend arrives and her quiet house seems more awake. You hear kids playing in her backyard.

You meet friends for a Saturday brunch. You drive back to the neighbourhood where you used to live. The drive feels too long. You feel out of the loop already, sitting quietly as your friends refer to a spontaneous get together that did not include you. You certainly don’t make up for your past absence today. You barely speak, picking at your food. Your friends keep up the conversation without you.

You wonder at how being surrounded by people can make you feel so lonely.

You have been looking for excuses to leave your house ever since you moved in. Now, suddenly, you wish you were back home.

You try not to think about her when you drive back to your house. You try not to hope that you will see her again.

Your timing is, for once, perfect.

—-

She is sitting on her front porch step, hands cupped casually around a large mug. Her eyes track two boys on bikes, racing each other enthusiastically down the street. Her hair is in a loose braid today.

She smiles at you as you drive past her house, turning into your driveway at a snail's pace. When you step out of the car, she nods her head familiarly, eyes locking momentarily with yours.

You can’t help yourself.

You walk over. Your heart races and you feel like a shy child again; palms clammy with nerves.

Her smile is a little forced when she anticipates your approach. She smooths it away after a moment, her expression turning neutral and polite.

You realise that she is bracing for a tiresome social situation. You realise that she does not want to talk to you. You feel desperately self conscious, unable to stop your feet moving forward.

You give an awkward wave when you are standing at the edge of her front yard. She lifts a hand from her mug and copies the action. Her fingers are unthinkingly precise. They catch your focus and you wonder at her delicacy, if she was a dancer in another life.

You press your hand to your chest, not knowing what else to do.

‘Y/N’ You introduce yourself.

‘Wanda.’ She echoes, mirroring your gesture again.

Closer to her now, you can see that weariness is etched in the light lines around her eyes.

You pause unsurely. You don’t know what to say.

You know instinctively that she doesn’t want small talk. You don’t want it either.

You think her smile in the moonlight said more than any small talk could. Maybe that’s why you feel like you already know her.

Wanda’s gaze flickers briefly to her children and then it moves back to you. She doesn’t try to break the silence.

After a moment, her head tilts slightly and you feel like she's daring you to speak. You understand suddenly why the other housewives do not like her.

You can’t help but smile. It is nice to not be the only outsider.

‘Can I sit?’ You ask simply, nodding at the porch step.

A flurry of emotions swirl behind Wanda’s eyes. Surprise is the only one you recognise.

In response, she moves wordlessly along the wooden step, leaving space for you.

You sit down next to her. Heat crawls up your neck at your boldness and at her sudden proximity.

You can hear her quiet breathing. Wanda ignores you, and you try to copy her actions. She sips her drink and stares out at the street. You lean your head against the railing and pretend to do the same. You watch her shoulders relax as you settle into the moment together.

The near-silent introduction is unorthodox, to say the least. You can tell how much she likes it.

After ten minutes, Wanda clears her throat.

‘That’s Tommy.’ She tells you, pointing at the faster boy on a bike. ‘And that’s Billy.’ She continues, moving to the boy in hot pursuit.

Billy catches his Mom’s pointing. His face lights up, and he waves back eagerly. You watch Wanda’s face soften, her fingers curling back around her mug.

She takes a sip from her drink a moment later. Her expression twists into a grimace.

‘It’s cold.’ She says as she stands up.

She pauses at her front door.

‘How do you like your coffee?’ She asks simply.

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When Wanda comes back out of the house, she is carrying two mugs.

She has made your coffee just right.

—---------------

You leave when the boys come inside for their lunch. Chattering excitedly, they pause only to say hello to you. Wanda brightens immediately at their presence.

Her eyes are filled with a warm kind of love. It is intense to see the sudden change in her countenance.

She shoots you an apologetic smile as you turn to leave. She touches your arm briefly in a silent goodbye.

Her fingertips are still hot from the mug. They leave a phantom imprint on your skin. Her touch follows you back to your own house.

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You next see her the following night.

Only two houses have their lights on after midnight. Yours and Wanda’s.

You open your blinds when you sit down to write. You tell yourself that looking out onto the empty street helps you work. You think you might be lying to yourself. Wanda’s living room emits a soft golden glow.

It is 2 am when her curtain twitches. Any focus you had on your work evaporates immediately.

Wanda is sitting on her sofa, her TV is playing a sitcom rerun in the background. Her eyes are closed as she presses her temple against the cold window pane.

For a moment, you think that she is crying. Her pain seeps across the street and into your house. You turn away, trying to refocus on your work.

Your heart pounds in your chest, filled with an icy fear. A wish to never feel like her. A wish to pretend that her sadness isn’t true.

You know that you can’t pretend. Neither can she.

A minute later, you close your laptop and turn back to the window.

Wanda is staring unseeingly out at her front lawn. Your chest feels heavy with her despondency.

You think of the way she smiled at her children; she is someone else now.

She plays with the frayed edge of the curtain.

—----

You startle when her eyes flicker upwards, catching you suddenly in her stare. You can tell that she is just as thrown by your presence.

Her eyes dart nervously, never quite landing on you. She leans back from the window, ready to shut the curtains again.

Unthinkingly, you lift your hand, acknowledging her with another awkward wave.

Wanda’s eyes soften. Her fingers hesitate at the edge of the curtain. After a moment, they lift lightly from the fabric and grant you a small wave in return.

You stand up and hold two fingers in a silent request for her patience.

You hurry downstairs to your own living room. You turn on your television, switching to the same channel as Wanda. The same sitcom rerun crackles to life on the large screen.

You lift your blinds and look back across the street.

A smile stretches slowly across Wanda’s face as she realises what you have done. She adjusts herself to face you, propping her chin on her hand.

Her eyes track your television through the window. Your eyes track her instead. You let your chin rest against the back of your sofa.

You think that she seems to be speaking to herself. Your head tilts automatically as you try to read her lips. After a moment, you realise that she is mouthing the lines along with the actors.

Your sudden grin is too bright for the darkness. Wanda’s eyes flicker to you and she ducks her head in self conscious acknowledgment.

Exhaustion hits you not longer after. Reluctantly, you turn away from the window, settling down on your own sofa.

You should feel uncomfortable, knowing that she is looking in. Instead, it feels reassuring. You have never felt less alone.

Slowly, you succumb to the heaviness of your eyelids and the certainty that Wanda’s company is something you only want more of.

—----

You dream about the sadness that is embedded in her eyes, even when she smiles.

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The morning sun wakes you only a few hours later. You cringe at the painful brightness as you move instinctively to close the blinds.

Wanda’s sons are sitting with her in the front room now, both bleary eyed and in their pyjamas. They are eating bowls of cereal, captivated by the morning cartoons playing on the TV.

Your eyes sting painfully with lack of sleep. You wonder how Wanda is functioning at all.

You nap away the rest of the morning.

You wake properly at 11, filled with a new resolve.

You don’t give yourself the time to chicken out.

Before you know it, you are walking across the street. You climb Wanda’s porch steps and knock on her door.

Wanda’s guarded expression slips away when she realises it’s you. Her shoulders slump with a barely repressed exhaustion. She sighs quietly and gives you a tired smile.

You realise that you want to take another step forward. You want to hug her.

Wanda rests her head against her door as she waits for you to speak. The soft gesture brings another rush of affection from you. You try to ignore the shaky feeling in your chest.

‘Hi.’ You begin, clearing your throat.

Wanda gives you her familiar wave. You feel uncomfortably warm as your gaze accidentally lingers on her fingers.

‘Do you want to get coffee?’ You ask in a strangled voice.

Again, you get the impression that you have surprised her. Wanda straightens and she regards you thoughtfully.

‘You want to go out?’ She checks and you nod in response.

Indecision flickers across Wanda’s face. She looks behind her at the mountain of laundry, piled at the foot of the stairs.

‘I need to change.’ Wanda tells you determinedly, a moment later. You glance down at her plaid pyjama pants and try not to blush. You nod again, moving to wait in the entryway as she flits up the stairs.

Wanda returns quickly. She seems harried, nervous in a way that you haven’t seen before. She smooths her clothes unnecessarily. Her hair is tied back and it makes her look younger. So does her oversized green plaid shirt.

She is unassumingly beautiful. It arrests your heart like the first time you saw her.

She catches your lingering stare whilst she descends the stairs.

When she is standing close to you, Wanda looks self consciously down at her outfit.

‘I haven’t gone out much since my husband died.’ She confesses, pushing up the large sleeves of her shirt.

Her words reverberate inside you. Her eyes meet yours and all the air leaves the room.

You don’t know what to say. You don’t know what to do. You grab her hand and squeeze it suddenly.

‘You look good.’ You tell her, hoping it is enough.

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You walk outside together, instinctively in step as you walk over to your car.

The drive to the coffee shop happens in silence. Wanda’s fingers tap against her leg.

The barista takes your order and you find a seat together by the window. A window seat is meaningless, there is nothing to look at. The coffee shop faces onto its own parking lot.

Wanda watches the outside world anyway, sipping her coffee. You are patient, letting the ambient music fill your mind for a moment. You need the coffee almost as much as Wanda does. Every time she brings the mug to her lips, her eyes close in a momentary expression of bliss.

You think that she is perfect.

Pale, weary and grieving. Your heart tugs with a feeling it cannot help.

‘You really liked that TV show last night.’ You comment randomly when Wanda finally puts her mug down.

‘I love American sitcoms.’ She tells you simply, with a nostalgic smile.

‘You’re not from here?’ You ask, curious at the phrasing of her answer. Your mouth widens in embarrassment when you realise your clumsy question.

Wanda laughs once. The sound sends a shiver down your spine.

‘No.’ She tells you. ‘I’m from Sokovia.’

She watches you expectantly, waiting for you to do the math in your head. To calculate that she was a child during the war there. She is right, you count back the years automatically.

‘That must have been hard.’ You say carefully.

Wanda’s eyes flash with sadness. In that moment, you are certain that her grief has never settled.

‘I have lost my whole family.’ She tells you in a tight voice. You don’t have time to speak before she shakes her head.

‘I have my boys.’ She corrects herself immediately.

‘You do.’ You agree softly. You remember Billy’s eager wave at his mother. You realise that he has likely lost his father. Your heart twists with sympathy for something that you can’t fathom.

‘What are they like?’ You ask instead.

Wanda takes a breath and then you watch a miracle happen.

Her words flow suddenly and easily. Her stories make you sure that she is as much their best friend as their mother.

Her fingers dance in front of her as she gestures unthinkingly, painting vivid stories from their childhood.

Her voice is like water and you feel it rushing over your skin.

For the next twenty minutes, you watch Wanda’s heart open in front of you. You are captivated.

When the barista comes to take your empty mugs, Wanda remembers herself. She smiles at you self consciously. Her face relaxes as she reads your expression.

She reaches across the table, She covers your hand with her own.

‘Thank you.’ She says. ‘This was nice.’

You know she is telling the truth.

Your shoulders brush as you walk back to your car.

Wanda tilts her head back against the car seat as you pull out of the parking space. The easy silence between you brings a rich comfort.

You next look over when you hit a red light. Wanda’s eyes are closed. Her breathing is even.

You take the longer route back, letting her sleep.

Your mind is reeling. Your heart is not your own.

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Your car creeps into your driveway. You know that you have to wake her. You feel guilty at the thought. Wanda has turned away from you in her sleep.

‘Wanda.’ You try gently as you reach out and touch her hand.

The flash of red light is instantaneous.

Despite your seat belt, you are thrown against the car door. Your body makes a harsh thud against it.

Wanda’s eyes are turned toward you now. They are glowing red.

A scream builds in your throat. Red energy is emitting from her, like some kind of radiation.

You scramble panickedly to unclick your seatbelt and escape the car.

It is the slamming of your car door that brings Wanda back to herself.

She blinks her eyes back to green as she looks around in confusion. You can tell that she does not recognise your car.

She notices you at last, backing away from her in fear. You freeze, waiting to see what she will do. A voice in your head tells you to run.

You feel sure that there would be no point.

Wanda looks down at her hands as if they are stained. A tear slides slowly down her cheek. All at once, she seems human again.

You are still scared when she opens the car door.

‘I fell asleep.’ She says and her voice cracks.

You don’t remember how to speak.

‘I’m sorry.’ Wanda whispers and another tear falls down her cheek. She hurries back across the street, arms wrapped tightly around her chest.

TBC.

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scarletnwidow · 3 years ago

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Do you possibly have any recommendations for nat x reader fic where natasha cheats/leaves the reader for steve but regrets it later on? Maybe she gets with wanda at the end or some other girl, but its fine if she stays single😅

I couldn’t find too many with Steve so I included other members of the team, sorry. The ones below are kinda similar to what you asked for.

Natasha Romanoff - Cheating on Reader w/Friend

Written by: @yellowvxbes

When did it go wrong?: Part 1 - Part 2

Written by: @lndlover

Somebody Else

Written by: @marvels-writings

(1) Used To - (2) World Turned Upside Down - (3) My Forever

Written by: @thenatashamaximoff

Broken Love: Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4

Written by: @wildhoney323

Moving On

Written by: @melancholymaz

Unforeseen: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

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scarletnwidow · 4 years ago

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Black Tea and Cigarettes

AN: I really am invested in this guys, I hope that you are as well!

Summary: You are learning more about your boss, and the more you know, the more captivated you are….

Word Count: 4.7K

Warnings: none

part 1

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The weeks dragged by and the fateful day of the show crept closer and closer. You noted that Cruella became snappier than usual, and you had no intention of challenging her again. At least not at this time, she had kept her promise about your pay, which was nearly double the salary you had previously been making.

It finally came down to the final week, and you had been dashing back and forth between Hell Hall and the downtown House of Deville location, ensuring that all of the preparations were being made in a fashionable manner. You had only just set foot back into Hell Hall, a solid 45-minute cab ride from downtown when you saw Cruella descending the staircase.

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scarletnwidow · 4 years ago

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Cold Souls - Cruella x fem!reader

A/n - Hey guys, I hope everyone is doing well! So sorry for not being updating lately, but college this year has been somewhat stressful so I haven’t had the time to write. But I’ve found some time in between all the projects I have, to finally continue with the story, I know you guys have been waiting for months now so I apologize once again for the delay :( I hope everyone enjoys this chapter, don’t forget to vote and comment because i love your feedback! Finally, I wish everyone a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year <3

word count - 1.9k

“I love you.”

Everything seemed to stop for a moment when those three little words slipped from your lips. Cruella’s wide-eyed gaze was what made you realize the gravity of what you had just said. The world in slow motion as you had once seen it, even if just for a split of a second, came back to normal, as you tried to ease your later words.

“Or at least I think I do-” you let out, now fidgeting with your fingers, “I’ve never felt like this for anyone else before.” You explained, a nervous smile on your lips.

As you looked at Cruella, her surprised expression still plastered across her, oh so stunning face, your nervous system started to kick in, her lack of response making you believe that it wasn’t the best of times to let this information loose.

“It’s complicated.” You let out after a minute pause.

Not being able to look at her after you’ve gotten yourself into this mess of a situation, as you understood that her lack in response probably meant that she didn’t feel the same. You turned your back to her as your hands went to your hair, letting out a sigh while breathing out an “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

You felt as if the world was about to collapse, and it was all your fault. All because of these stupid feelings that you hadn’t been able to contain. You dragged your hand over your face, letting your arms fall to your sides, trying desperately to find a way to walk towards the open window and leave, and hope for it to not look as awkward as you were imagining in your mind.

“After everything that I put you through?” You almost jumped at the sound of Cruella’s voice. She finally had acknowledged the situation. “I was so awful to you.” Cruella’s words were low and sounded careful, almost as she was afraid she would break your little bubble if she spoke too loud.

“That’s the past.” You said, still with your back turned to her, afraid to move. “And to be fair, I was awful to you as well.” Your words were soft and filled with a hint of humor, as a way to lighten the mood, but failing dismally.

“But still,” Cruella said, you heard her move behind you, but still hadn’t dared to turn around and look at her. “The only thing I do is hurt the people I love.” Her voice still low held a ton load of sadness behind it. But that’s not what you picked up from her response. You felt happiness fill your heart as you heard the word love, leave her lips.

Now with a tinge of hope, courage overtook you, and you finally turned to look at her, your voice almost betraying you as you asked, “You love me too?”

Cruella who was still sitting, but now with her elbows resting on her knees, looked up at you as if she wasn’t aware of what she, herself, had said. Her gaze that was on you for just a split second, moved to the wall behind you as she tried to come up with a response.

“It doesn’t matter.” Was all she said, her gaze still not on you.

You, now hopeful, wouldn’t let her get away with this, not now, not after you thought you screwed everything up, not after you found out she felt the same as you. You won’t let this slip, not now when you’ve finally got your chance. “It does matter. It matters to me.” You said, as your eyes were trying, almost begging, to find hers.

“It doesn’t.” Cruella let out, her eyes fixed on the wall behind you, her gaze unmoving. Until. Until she looked directly at you and with an expressionless look, trying to not let her true emotions known, as she expected you to back down, said “Because nothing can happen between us.”

You let out a laugh, a cynical one. One that left Cruella looking surprised, confused, and almost afraid that you had lost your mind. “That’s rubbish.” You said, scoffing, never once seizing eye contact. And as she didn’t say anything you continued, “If I like you and you like me, what’s the problem?” You asked frustrated, trying to understand what was her deal. Here you were, a troubling mess as you confessed your feelings to her, and she couldn’t even tell you why she didn’t want to be with you after she just admitted that she loved you.

She. Loved. You.

You still found it hard to believe. You hadn’t had to opportunity to delve into it, to think about how happy that made you feel. But that can wait. All you want, for now, is for this to end well.

“Because I don’t want to break your heart!"Cruella lost her temper and raised her voice, getting up abruptly, her hands falling into fists at her sides. She looked at you, breathing heavily, trying to calm down, as soon as she let herself set eyes on you and your wide eyes. "You once told me that you’d break Jaspers heart if something were to happen between you two.” She said, her eyes starting to become glossy as she let out a deep sigh. “Well, in this case scenario, I’d be the one to break yours,” Cruella confessed to you.

You were about to cut her off, to tell her she was wrong, and that she couldn’t know anything about it if she didn’t even give you guys a try. But Cruella was faster to speak up, saying “And I don’t want anything bad to happen to you because of me, I can’t bear myself to make anyone else suffer because of damage I’ve caused.” Her voice cracked as the emotion was starting to get overwhelming. She blinked in an attempt to get her unshed tears to disappear.

You walked over towards the balcony railing and stared out at the city, not only to give Cruella a little time to compose herself, but for you to carefully think of what to say next, but the only words that made their way up to your lips were “Nothing’s gonna happen to me.” You sniffed as your hand went up to the lone tear that made its way down your right cheek. This whole situation was overwhelming, but that lone tear was caused by the thought of Cruella not wanting to put you into danger. Cruella cared about you. She cared about you, and that was all that mattered at that moment.

You heard Cruella scoff on your left, and you looked over at her. “It won’t. I know it won’t.” You repeated reassuringly, this time your words came out with determination, and faith, making Cruella look over at you as she sensed your confidence. Her eyes narrowed and before she was able to ask you how you were so sure about that, you said, “Not when I know that you’ll never let anything happen, not to me, nor Jasper, Horace, or Artie even.”

Cruella held your gaze for a moment, her eyes softening after she heard you say those words so confidently that made her believe that she indeed would be able to protect all of you, not letting anything harm you in any way possible, not after everything. She admired your faith- The faith that you had in her. And that’s why she loved you, because of your hopeful, and optimistic self even if a bit straightforward and so headstrong that irritated her, in a good way. “It’s unbelievable the amount of faith you have in me, after everything that happened,” Cruella admitted to you.

You smiled at her, sensing that the air wasn’t as heavy as before now. Taking a big breath, more as a sign of relief now, as you admitted while admiring her form,“ One thing that I can assure you is that I’ll never lose faith in you, no matter what.”

Cruella looked at you with the most sincere smile that you had ever seen from her, and this time, you were pleased by it, said smile was directed at you. But still, after this whole conversation, your mind wandered to the source of it all. You weren’t sure where the situation between the both of you stood at the moment, and you wanted to make sure you both were on the same page.

“Cruella, I really, really like you, and I want you to know that I’ll be here when you need me-” you started, contemplating how you should voice your thoughts in the best way possible. But after all, you wanted her to be comfortable around you even… even if you just stayed friends, “-even if you don’t want anything to do with me.” you dropped your gaze not being able to look at her, as you did not know what her response would be.

Cruella on the other hand was still admiring you, even more now than before. She walked closer to you as she said, her voice above a whisper, “I really like you too.”

That made you look back up at her, as she came face to face with you, making your breath catch in your throat.

“Yeah you used to be a pain in my ass, but look at where we stand now.” She chuckled slightly, letting you see that smile you sure loved, and would never be tired of.

Your voice almost betrayed you as you asked the next questions, “So what does this mean? Are you going to give this brat a chance?” you chuckled to try and hide the way your voice almost faltered.

Cruella got closer to you and you felt her hot breath in the cold London air hit your cheek, as your skin flushed and a shiver of excitement went down your spine, making it hard not to shiver, as she said “I most certainly will.”

As you and Cruella locked gazes, your eyes going from her lips to her eyes and vice versa, the air around you started to feel insanely hot, as the cold air from the breeze hit the back of your neck. Cruella’s hands made their way to the lapels of your blazer pulling you just the tiniest bit closer, slowly. Both you and Cruella started to lean in, your anticipation for this long-awaited moment started to kick in. It was finally happening. You felt her nose touch yours, her hot breath close to your mouth. When a horn honk startled you as you both stared down over the balcony railing, at the street, looking for the source of the noise. As both, your hearts beated faster in your chests.

“When I fixed it, I noticed a name."Horace said as he got out of the car from whom the noise had come from, as he spoke up at you, "Do you know what this car’s called? A Devil.”

You let out a sigh of relief and a loud laugh, letting your head fall back down, as your heartbeat started to slow down. You looked over at Cruella who just had a confused expression plastered on her face, as she looked at you with one eyebrow arched, as you affirmed more than asked her, “He does know that it’s called DeVille right?”

Cruella’s expression after what you said changed from confused to thoughtful, as the word "DeVille" left her lips, her hands still grabbing ahold of your coat.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as you looked at her and watched her smirk grow and the glint making its way into her eyes.

“I like that.” That was all Cruella said, before pulling you with her towards the window, and even if you didn’t know what she had her mind on you didn’t care, the only thing you wanted was to spend all your moments with her.

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