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[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

The Witch's Bodyguard

Actress!Wanda Maximoff x Bodygaurd!Fem!Reader

Summary: Wanda is in need of a new bodyguard and you are called upon to fill in.

Word Count:

Warnings: None this is just a set up and establish chapter

A/N: I'm so glad you're all looking forward to this series!

Wanda Maximoff; sure you'd heard the name before. She was one of the top celebrities around. You didn't pay any of it much mind as you worked security at a gala. Your manager had asked you to work there since she'd be there talking about contracts with people. She had other bodyguards under her, but she always favored you. 

“Y/N?” You hear your manager, Val, called out as you stand on the balcony making you turn towards her. Next to her was Wanda Maximoff, you'd seen her around talking with a handful of others like Natasha Romanoff and Kate Bishop. 

“What's up Val? Everything okay?” You ask immediately going into guard mode. She chuckles a bit, putting a hand on your bicep. 

“Calm down. Nothing serious. Miss. Maximoff here was asking about you when she overheard me speaking so highly of you.” You looked over at the ash blonde, you had seen earlier someone playing the trailer for her upcoming movie which explained the blonde instead of her natural brunette.

“Ma'am.” You gave a nice enough smile and held out your hand. 

“It is very nice to meet you…” Her voice trailed off, leaving you to fill in.

“Y/L/N. Y/N Y/L/N.” She smiles and takes your hand.  You see her eyes rake over you, assessing if you'd be a good fit. Currently you were wearing black army pants and a tight fitting black short sleeve shirt. As she looked you over, you swear you see her bite her lip.

“You said she's available, right?” Wanda looks away, back to Val, as if you suddenly don't exist anymore.

“Yes she's open right now. We can draw up a contract for you to look over if you'd like?” Val suggests earning a smile from Wanda.

“That would be lovely. Can it be ready tomorrow? My last bodyguard had to take a leave so I am I'm need of one as soon as possible.” You wonder what could have possibly happened for only a moment before your presence is being requested elsewhere through your ear piece.

“It was lovely to meet you Miss. Maximoff, but I'm needed in the main hall concerning a matter.” You take your leave with a smile, getting one back from both women. 

°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

You had woken up at 5am, done your workout, showered, and had breakfast before you were being summoned by Val for this new contract. Standing in the at home office with Val, Wanda, and a handful of lawyers and other important people from Wanda's team all gathered. You stood at ease behind Val wearing much the same as you were yesterday. Only difference was an army green shirt today.

“We need your signature Mrs. Y/L/N, can we get your signature?” One of the lawyers asked.

“It's Miss and yes you can.” The lawyer looked at the paperwork and Val then went back to you. “I told you to fix that, Val.” you hissed as you signed and initial on the lines indicated. You were used to this by now. You'd been through dozens of contracts with Val. You knew every word in the contract by now.

Your eyes flicked up to Wanda, feeling her eyes on you as you signed. It felt like she wanted to say something, but decided against it as you finished your signatures, pushing the papers back to the lawyer. 

When everything was said and done most of Wanda's team left leaving just Wanda, Val, her manager Agatha, and yourself. There was small talk mostly of what it would entail. One of them being you'd be a live-in bodyguard for her. Sure Wanda had other guards, but you would be her personal bodyguard and she needed you at all times of the day. 

You couldn't complain really. Leaving the old stuffy apartment you'd wanted to leave behind for a while now would be good. You didn't have to pay rent or anything. Food would be provided and you'd still be getting a paycheck each week. It was probably the best possible outcome you could have asked for. 

“Well hire some movers to get all your belongings and bring them here.” Wanda spoke as you followed her down the hallway, her heels clicking on the hardwood. You took in the different pieces of artwork she kept around the house. Her home is mostly filled with white, gray, and blacks. The only splashes of color are scarlet hues every so often mixed into things such as a blanket or an accent rug. “This will be your room here.” 

She opens a door to show off a rather blank room at the moment, but it's bigger than your whole apartment had been and it even has its own bathroom. You were a little in shock. This was a first for you being 24/7 for someone so you'd never stayed in any other celebrity's houses. 

“Once we get your stuff here anything else you might need we can go get or order whichever you prefer.” You honestly weren't sure what to say.

“Oh thank you Miss. Maximoff, but once we get my things here I should be fine. I don't need much, honestly if I didn't have anything besides clothes this room alone would be enough for me.” She let's out a bubbly laugh at your statement. 

“A minimalist. I like that.” She responds and you turn to fully face her.

“I did four tours in Afghanistan ma'am you learn to live minimally.” You tell her. She pauses a moment as if unsure what to say as she just looks at you. 

“Straight out of high school?” She finally asks, but you have the feeling it wasn't what she really wanted to say.

“Yes ma'am. Did four tours and then met Val through a martial art class. I was trying to blow off steam in a healthy manner after coming back. We got to talking and she asked if I wanted to work for her. The rest is history.” You explain without giving away too much. You didn't like any one person knowing everything. She simply nods.

“Well if you need to grab anything we can go do that. Clothes, essentials, all the big stuff we can worry about tomorrow.” 

“We?” 

“Yes. You're supposed to stay close to me and if you need to grab your things then I'm going with you.” She says with a smile. Guess you were stuck with her now. At least she's nice. You've had to work with some people who aren't and you couldn't stand being around them. 

“We can go whenever you're ready.” she tells you, starting to leave the room as you follow close behind.

“Ready when you are ma'am.” 

Taglist: @dorabledewdroop @rroyale-109 @wandanat01 @scarlizziee @nixxnsworld @snoozingredpanda @mrsromanovaa @sweet--escape17

[limerental]

listen... I'm a simple bitch... I read Yennefer saying "You're not a stranger, Dandelion. I know you and like you." and every time I go tehehehehehehe kicking my feet twirling my hair

[wyvernwriterparttwo]

Writblur Intro! Again!

Picture by Olga Antonenko on Artstation.

Hi! I'm Blazer, and I use He/Him pronouns. I'm a 17 y/o aspiring writer and game developer who wants to share my stories with others. And also scream about my ocs, or other story bits. I love fantasy and spend a lot of my time writing about it.

Currently I have a few stories that I am currently working on:

Path to the Gilded Field, a novel about a girl who decides to go on a journey to save her mother from a plague, with the help of a lord, a knight, and a mercenary Deals with themes of sickness, growth, and selflessness.

Tathylia Chronicles, an SRPG made with SRPG Studio following a mercenary's son and a magical princess as they fight off an evil empire in two separate campaigns. Deals with themes of unity, discrimination and oppression, and legacies.

But besides that, I have SO MANY MORE that I wanna share. So many....like too many.

So...if you like stories with diverse casts and rambling, feel free to follow me! And also, feel free to ask me things about my wips.

Also, below, you'll find the tags of some of my stories, lol.

BYE!!

[azrielrose]

VENT POST (TWB related)

Got my first rude bookmark. I was kind of pissed. But it looks like this person puts their personal bookmarks on public. They have almost 3000 bookmarks addressed to their future self, and a good amount of them are rude. e.g. 'cute story but too boring to re-read and full of mistakes' or 'frustrating and horrible i will not be finishing this shit'.

Meanwhile, mine is apparently too much 'bad', not enough 'good', and they are relieved I've apparently 'gained a soul' and probably won't be returning to finish it. Also, they won't re-read. But added to a collection because there aren't enough actual darkfics.

Wow.

My first instinct is to Rage Finish it. If that's a thing. And end it where Dean skullfucks Cas to death. And gets away with it scot free. WHICH HAS ALWAYS BEEN AN OPTION. And nobody would be surprised.

Read at your own risk, asshole. Just like the 70,000 warnings plastered all over it have suggested since chapter goddamn one. Your fault for assuming I would write it wearing shipping glasses. COMMON MISTAKE.

Uh. Guess I'm still a lil pissed.

And tired. Long week.

[mixedkid-matchup]

guys look how studious aster is in his witch studies oh my god 😊 isn't he so cute you wanna vote for him???

[vaya-writes]

quick reassure me

you guys LIKE reading domestic stuff right?

once again struggling to find the balance between depicting how Adalyn and Slate are spending their time, and the relationship growth between them

[azidoazide-art]

rowan returns!!! i should really draw him more often

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[blazerwyvernmaster]

Wait have I not talked about the main characters of The Wyvern Brotherhood???

Shit- uhh

Guess we're starting now!

This is Drake, the leader of The Wyvern Brotherhood. He's a strong and determined leader who's brash and reckless nature may cause him some troubles. He is determined to fight for the lives of those around him, and learned that he has to because of his father's death by the hands of Doriec,even if he also needs to learn his father's lessons of peace again.

Delphi is the tactician of The Wyvern Brotherhood, and is a calm and focused woman who keeps the peace in the company. She's actually a seer, giving her the ability to see possible futures. This allows her to plan things out in her head. It's helped her escape her home in Keil as it was ravaged more and more by monsters. It's helped her survive in Doriec for as long as she did. And now it's helping her guide The Brotherhood.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

The Witch's Bodyguard

(3) I'm Bad At Love

Actress!Wanda Maximoff x Bodygaurd!Fem!Reader

Summary: Wanda wants to know about your past

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: This is a hurt/comfort. Mentions of R's past relationship, abandonment issues

A/N: Wanda and R took over completely I did nothing it was all them

Taglist: @dorabledewdroop @rroyale-109 @wandanat01 @scarlizziee @nixxnsworld

@snoozingredpanda @wandamaximoff-simp @mrsromanovaa @sweet--escape17

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It's a almost a month into your job as her security guard when she finally asks, "Can I ask you something?" You look up from the book in your hand.

"You can ask me anything Ma'am." You respond, setting the book down and giving her your attention.

"When you signed the contract you corrected one of my lawyers about you being Miss. and not Mrs. Were you married before?" You feel your chest tighten at the question. It certainly wasn't the question you were expecting.

You feel your chest tighten at the question, a rush of memories flooding your mind like a relentless tide. It wasn't a topic you were used to discussing, let alone with someone like Wanda, but her gentle curiosity urges you to open up, if only for a moment.

"I was," you respond, your voice flat, devoid of the usual stoicism.

Wanda's expression softens, her eyes reflecting a mixture of sympathy and understanding. "Is it okay to ask about it? I don't want to overstep," she speaks delicately, her concern palpable.

You take a moment to gather your thoughts, the weight of the past pressing down upon you. "It's not by any means a good story," you admit, your gaze flickering away from hers. "But if you want to hear it..."

Her unwavering gaze prompts you to continue, despite the reluctance gnawing at your insides. "We were high school sweethearts. Dated all four years, and when we turned 18, she wanted to get married. So we just went to city hall and did the paper thing. Said we'd do a big wedding when I was done with my tours."

You pause, the memories threatening to overwhelm you. "She was always so supportive, but when I came back from my last tour, things were different. Turns out she wasn't okay with waiting anymore, and I was in no condition from my last tour to do anything like a wedding. Came home ready to tell her about Val and the job opportunity, but she was gone... ten years, and she left me with a note."

The words hang heavy in the air, a tangible reminder of the pain you've carried with you for so long. Without realizing it, tears begin to blur your vision, a silent testament to the wounds that still haven't fully healed.

Before you can retreat into the walls you've built around yourself, Wanda is suddenly there, her arms wrapping around you in a comforting embrace. She's practically in your lap, her presence a warm anchor amidst the storm of emotions threatening to consume you.

Wanda's words wash over you like a soothing balm, her empathy a comforting presence in the midst of your turmoil. You're taken aback by the raw emotion in her voice, the sincerity evident in every syllable. It's a side of her you hadn't seen before, one that speaks to the depth of her compassion and understanding.

"I am so sorry, Y/N. You didn't deserve that. No one deserves that," she says, her voice trembling with emotion. "She could have at least waited and said it to your face."

Her words strike a chord deep within you, stirring emotions you've long since buried beneath layers of stoicism. For the first time in what feels like an eternity, you allow yourself to be vulnerable, to acknowledge the pain that still lingers beneath the surface.

In a moment of uncharacteristic vulnerability, you find yourself pulling Wanda closer, your arms wrapping around her waist as she settles onto your lap. She allows your tears to fall freely, offering silent solace in the embrace of your shared grief.

For a fleeting moment, the roles are reversed, and you find yourself seeking comfort in the arms of the woman you've sworn to protect. It feels oddly liberating, this unspoken exchange of support and understanding, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that binds you together.

As Wanda's comforting touch soothes the ache in your heart, time seems to blur into a haze of shared sorrow and quiet understanding. Minutes stretch into hours, the only constant the gentle rhythm of her hand rubbing circles on your back.

You try to apologize for your outburst, but Wanda cuts you off with a determined look, her hand cupping your face with a surprising tenderness. "Stop. You have nothing to be sorry about," she insists, her voice filled with conviction. "She broke your heart, turned your whole world upside down, and she just got to walk away like it never mattered. I don't know how she could have done that to you."

Her words strike a chord deep within you, stirring a sense of righteous anger at the injustice of it all. You find yourself lost in the depths of her gaze, her eyes reflecting a fire that matches the intensity of your own emotions.

Unable to resist the magnetic pull between you, you nod in silent agreement, a sense of solidarity forming between you like an unbreakable bond. When Wanda smiles at your acquiescence, your stomach flips with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.

She's so close to you now, her warmth seeping into your very soul, and you can't help but notice how beautiful she looks in the flickering firelight. The urge to lean in and kiss her is almost overwhelming, a primal instinct that refuses to be ignored.

Your hands, which had loosened from their earlier grip, now find purchase on her hips, fingers curling around the curves of her body as if seeking reassurance in her proximity. The air between you crackles with tension, thick with unspoken desires and unexplored possibilities.

In that moment, with her so close and your heart pounding in your chest, you realize that perhaps, there's more to this connection than meets the eye.

As Wanda's gaze flickers downward to your lips, you feel a surge of desire coursing through your veins, a primal instinct urging you to close the distance between you. Her hesitation is palpable, but the hunger in her eyes speaks volumes, mirroring the raw intensity of your own longing.

You catch the subtle movement of her tongue darting out to wet her lips, a gesture that sends a shiver down your spine. The temptation to lean in and taste her is almost overwhelming, a magnetic pull that refuses to be denied.

But even as your instincts scream for release, you can't shake the nagging voice of reason at the back of your mind. You know the boundaries that shouldn't be crossed, the consequences that could come from succumbing to this forbidden desire.

And yet, in the heat of the moment, with her so close and the fire of passion burning bright between you, those concerns seem distant and inconsequential. All you can think about is the taste of her lips, the feel of her body pressed against yours, the sweet surrender of giving in to this undeniable attraction.

But as you gaze into her eyes, you realize that perhaps, just perhaps, this moment is meant to be savored, not rushed. And so, with a silent vow to honor the boundaries that keep you apart, you lean back just slightly, allowing the space between you to linger like a promise unfulfilled.

In that moment, with the fire still burning bright and the night stretching out before you, you find solace in the unspoken understanding that this desire, though powerful, is something to be cherished, not consumed.

"It's late, we should get to bed," you finally break the silence, the words feeling heavy on your tongue as you try to push aside the swirling emotions that threaten to consume you.

Wanda's pout is unmistakable, her disappointment evident in the downturn of her lips. For a fleeting moment, you're tempted to give in to the urge to stay, to lose yourself in the intoxicating allure of her presence.

But the weight of responsibility bears down upon you, a reminder of the boundaries that must be upheld, even in the face of temptation. You can't risk crossing that line, not when the consequences could be so devastating.

Wanda gets off of your lap, pout still adorning her face and its hard to ignore as the two of you make your way to her room, making sure she gets there safely. As she goes to enter her bedroom your hand grabs for her wrist. The action catches both of you off guard as your body moves on instinct, pulling her back into you, holding her against your chest. As you pull back you lean down giving a peck to her cheek.

“Thank you for everything tonight. It was something I needed.” Wanda’s face was flushed when you pulled back, making you smirk. “I’ll see you in the morning Ma’am.” You turned around, letting her go as you walked down the hall to your room. Maybe one day you’d be able to give yourself to her, but not tonight.

[mikec137]

Wettingen, Switzerland, September 2022

[limerental]

man but the little moments in blood of elves with ciri and her guardians.... all the little things she learns there having NO clue how fortunate she was to learn those different things from all the people who loved her... how her guardians themselves had no idea how important those lessons would be to her basic survival...

how every single one of them gave her some piece of themselves that was able to help her survive. fencing skills and monster fighting skills and elder speech and everything else.

and a lot of them literally would never know what happened to her after she left that spring. even triss, who is there at the end, probably didn't know the whole story. none of them ever knowing how much bullshit she went through but also how much those little pieces of them helped her keep going.

[officialyourdailyinspiration]

Aaron's Blessing

The LORD bless thee, and keep thee: — Numbers 6:24 | The Webster Bible (TWB) The Webster Bible is in the public domain. Cross References: Genesis 28:15; Deuteronomy 28:3; 1 Samuel 2:9; 2 Samuel 7:29; Psalm 17:8; Psalm 28:9; Daniel 9:17

[wyvernwriterparttwo]

Turveln, World of Turmoil

Great Doriec, Empire of the Sun

An empire in the center of the continent. It is mountainous and filled with forests.The emperor rules with an iron fist, and many people suffer at his hands daily. Especially those who are poor, not human, or in any way opposed to the crown. Many revolutions have sprouted. Most have failed, or fled to another country for safety.

"The sun brings light, hope and truth to all..."

Zoncra, Kingdom of the Rain

A small kingdom in the southern wetlands and plains with a great emphasis on fishing and mercantile practices. It's currently being attacked by Doriec, who wants it for its land. The monarchs have made the people their priority, protecting them however they can.

"The rain denies our right to bring light..."

Vinisty, Holy Kingdom of the Stars

An isolated kingdom in the snowy north across the sea. It's people are devout and use their divine powers for good. But in order to reach the prosperity it has now, it has had to do some dastardly things, which the new rulers are trying to atone for.

"The stars do so much to mimic a fraction of our almighty power..."

Gravelder, Dominion of the Moon

The western dominion covered in jungles and peaks. It is seen as a safe haven for all people trying to avoid persecution at the hands of Doriec. It's an almost impenetrable country, and it's people defend it fiercely with magic. But how long will it last?

"The moon hides dangers and mysteries..."

Swendlar, Mercenary Republic of the Earth

A forested country east to Doriec. It is poor and nearly barren. It survives and thrives by having mercenaries fight all across the globe. In this country, more than anyone else, the strong and rich prosper, and the weak and poor suffer. Also, magic is feared and outlawed.

"The earth bends when under enough pressure..."

[kneipe]

leipzig 2022

[vaya-mernda]

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The male appears to be repressing a smile. “And if this wyvern really did want to eat your women and children?” 

She shrugs. “I’d point out that without women and children our hamlet would die off. And then there’d be no more sheep to snack on.” 

“What if your wyvern didn’t like the taste of sheep?” 

She stops.  The competitive tone leaves and she feels herself deflate a little. “Then I suppose the wyvern wouldn’t have to go far to eat the first woman. And the rest of the hamlet would be fucked.” 

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