#a simple meet-cute

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A Simple Meet-Cute

Summary: A slow night at your job picks up with the presence of a certain woman in red, this meeting also serves as the precedent for your life-course to shift...

Pairing: ???Wanda Maximoff x Hyena!Mutant!Reader

[S.S AU Masterlist]

Warning(s): Dark Themes; there's no smut in this one, but this is an 18+ AU aka MINORS DNI. To start we got depictions of breaking bones (not in depth, but it’s there, suggestion of murder, mention of mutant trafficking (did I really go back there again? Yeah, but this time with a dash of discrimination toward mutants), let’s see… language and general violence, cuz hey, you know what I get up to...kinda-

Note(s): This timeline-wise is way before "The Bigger Picture". I figure after I had my medias res moment, I wanted to go ahead double back to show how Wanda and R met. Were they done around the same time? Yes….And your point? I'll also go ahead and say that they're both a part of the Scarlet Syndicate AU. The masterlist should be up pretty soon, and I hope you enjoy this one :3

Word Count: in the realm of 1.8k

*squints* I give NO ONE permission to repost or translate my work. Make your own shit!

Mutants. The next evolution in human genetics can manifest at any time and take many forms. Some develop their mutations when they're in the throes of puberty or while in adolescence. Others have had their mutation since they were born or haven’t had them appear until they’ve gone into adulthood.

In this world, humans far outnumber mutants in population, and people are more content to ostracize those who are mutants, as man has well been known to fear and even hate what they do not understand...

“Table seven is clear, hon,” You turned to see Miss Monica pointing to the back area. Nodding, you grabbed your rag and made your way to the newly unoccupied table littered with pools of water left by sweating drinks and crumpled napkins.

It was only maybe a quarter past eight, but the bar was already running thin with patrons. The quieter hum of voices compared to the usual clambering of laughter and muddled conversation clued you in to the change easily. As you cleaned, you caught a glimpse of the designated VIP section of The Photon Call. There you saw a small group that had been there for at least two hours now.

The woman at the head of the table was dressed in a form-fitting burgundy suit paired with a glossy black heel, blacked out sunglasses framing her face. A muted fruity smell with a hint of something else followed her stride. She came in with two men and another woman, who were all dressed formally. Monica merely nodded toward the woman when they came in before she had Jimmy lead them to the VIP area.

Looking at the group now, you noticed their “leader” of sorts had now taken off her sunglasses, moving some of her auburn hair out of her face. Her green eyes were just visible in the lower light. They had an extra person with them who was sitting across from the woman dressed in deep red. This man you remembered from a short time ago. he came in some time after the group he was now seated with. he was a bit of a crude figure, and he’d been rather transparent about his distaste toward you, his nose turned up at your short tail and pronounced ears as you directed him to the VIP area. You’d been privy to a few choice words muttered under his breath as well.

There was a light sheen on his forehead now that there wasn’t before, now that they'd all finished eating. His scent was more pungent as well; he’s nervous now, and a bit fearful. Though his posture is upright, there was a stiffness to his movements when he was speaking. It was a stark contrast to the others sitting at the table who remained confident and relaxed, though you noticed the growing boredom and aggravation from the head lady as she swirled the drink in her glass lazily.

When the gray-haired man finished speaking, the woman across from him simply raised a brow and checked the watch on her wrist. The other woman in the seat next to her, who was also a redhead, shifted in her seat. Her aggravation had been there since he’d started talking.

The leading woman set her glass down lightly, “Your offer has already been considered and denied, Hayward. I have other matters to attend to, so I believe we’re done here.”

The bluntness and brevity of her statement noticeably took the man aback as he floundered for his words. “B-but you have to understand, Wanda! This is for the benefit of the company-”

“What I understand is you can’t take a hint, Tyler. You call me out past my business hours, which should be well known to you, to propose an increase in mutant laborers as a ludicrous idea to increase production rates for my company. You also know my stance on such practices, which is why I’m left confused as to why you thought I would agree to it to begin with. I wonder if you’re having a gargantuan lapse in judgment, or if you’re really at the meeting point where bold meets stupid.”

The woman, Wanda, remained unflinching as the older man, Hayward, abruptly got up from his seat in outrage. Your hand slowed wiping down the booth seats as you noticed a spike in anger and resentment along with a feeling you’ve come to recognize as violent intent. The other redheaded woman shifted forward a bit, probably as a natural response. Hayward’s back was to you, and he garnered a lot of attention all on his own, so no one really noticed you move closer behind him.

“You don’t think you’ll defer to me? With one call my associates and I make motion to flip your company around on you so fast it'd make your head spin. So, I'll tell you what, you little bitch-”

It was when he went to move and touch Wanda that you restrained the man, your rag wrapped around his wrists and his arms behind his back. His right arm was now bent in a weird way, the connected shoulder probably came out of its socket, but that didn’t make you stop. All the while, Wanda and the people with her remained calm, if a bit surprised.

Wanda raised a brow at the actions of this new person restraining one Tyler Hayward. Now, Natasha warned her that her own senses were going off due to Hayward’s visible increase in anger, and she didn’t need to read the man’s mind to confirm it. Had he gotten anywhere close to harming her or was even capable of it, she would have ended him not even with a flick of her wrist.

But now she’s simply watching you effectively take the unsuspecting man to the floor, both of his arms were bent oddly and essentially broken at this point. A twisted growl streamed out of your mouth with sporadic hiccups here and there. Hayward continued to hurl threats at you as you kept your knees on the backs of his thighs, keeping him from moving.

Nothing seems to register as you simply looked up at Wanda and those with her, eyes shifting between each of them to make sure they weren't disturbed. You kept Hayward’s broken arms locked behind his back with one hand, reaching around and forcefully gripping his face with the other; shutting him up for the most part. You hunched over Hayward’s shoulder and turned his head to face you with your eyes meeting his, your eyes now giving off a dull orange glow.

Followed by what might be considered a misplaced giggle passing your lips, Wanda watched as Hayward seemed to fold in on himself. His thrashing to retaliate turned into a struggle to seemingly just get away from your gaze.

"Done yet?" Your voice came out low and close to his ear, and you heard his heart rate pick up further as your hand clenched harder in his hair.

‘Please, please, please! I don’t want to be here! I have to get out, dammit!’

It was odd for all of them to see this sudden change in attitude, no doubt caused by the mutant busboy who still had yet to say a word to them directly.

You looked up to see Wanda and those with her rising from their seats, the two men moving toward your form still holding Hayward to the floor. The old man was basically blubbering at this point, almost incoherent due to his erratic breathing.

“I believe Sam and Bucky can handle things from here. Do you mind?” Wanda’s voice was even as she spoke to you. You moved off of Hayward’s body and out of the way for, who you now know as Sam and Bucky, to heave him off of the ground. “Take him out back boys. We’ll let Monica know on our way out, give her a heads up before we send in the sweepers.” Her gaze settled on you as you stood up from the floor. You felt a spike of curiosity coming from the woman left with her that only persisted when Wanda stepped closer to you.

Wanda eyed you up and down as your eyes shone back at her. “I’d like to thank you for your assistance, regardless of the necessity. I don’t think I’ve seen you work at Monica's bar before,”

You gave a single nod, “I’m new.” Your voice was gravelly and clipped, Wanda noticing that there was noticeable scarring around your throat that would lead one to assume you sustained an injury of some kind.

Looking into your mind was its own venture. Your immediate memories were a mirror of the events that transpired, the people talking in them making unintelligible noises, not unlike the adults in Peanuts cartoons.

The further back Wanda looked, the fuzzier they got, like the hippocampus was affected directly. There were some that were clear as day: The day your father traded you to the prime minister of Niganda for his own freedom. Your first days under a “Dr. Paine” and your short-lived freedom after the lab was taken down. Some of your time in mutant trafficking including a few of the “masters'' who had you. A clear recollection of the man who had your vocal cords clipped for being mouthier than he’d like. The day you escaped, and finally to the day Monica found you wandering Mutant Town before hiring you here about a month ago.

These "core memories" were on a subconscious and grating loop in your mind so that you couldn't forget them. Everything else in between was basically lost as it was like trying to look through frosted glass. There was little direction and purpose other than surviving to the next day.

Equal parts distressing and intriguing to say the least…

As Wanda spent the last minute or so staring you down, your focus shifted to the woman behind Wanda. You didn’t catch her name, but you know she was a mutant based off of the distinct sweet smell complimenting her rainwater and pine trail.

They’re obviously close; she hasn’t stepped away from Wanda’s side once. Not too many humans would willingly put themselves in the company of mutants. Guess you can count this Wanda woman among those in the minority along with a few others like your boss.

When Wanda comes back to the present, she stares at you with a new light in her eyes as they dipped down to your nametag. “I like you, Y/n. I have a feeling we’ll be seeing more of each other.” She rested a hand on your shoulder and suddenly you smelled a change in her scent- no, it became clearer.

Wanda’s scent was a sugar-coated apricot with a spike of cinnamon as it accented the air around her, then it hit you:

Wanda is also a mutant.

And somehow you knew you’d remember her for the long haul.

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Can I Offer You A Meet Bun? :o)

[you-expect-too-much]

🦋 Some days the weather is horrible and you just have to wear something cute anyway 🦋

[gay-strawberry]

they need to start picking random fic tropes and making silly little gay movies im so tired of romcoms with ugly annoying skinny cis straight white men as the love interest i cant take it anymore please i cant

[sysig]

You’re just so specil to me :) (Patreon)

[craycraybluejay]

I really really want to be a cis guy in an action comic who gets to beat up bullies in HS or go on a revenge quest or try to become the best fighter or something T.T

[abel-draws]

OCs pride event

Send me an ask with a couple of characters and I'll draw them together uvu <3 Will it be shippy or will they bicker and groan about the idea of kissing? Who knows, only one way to find out.

Some notes!

I'll decide the outcome depending on what's more in character.

Don't ask for Alphonse, Benjamin and ginger together, they're related.

This event's purpose is to, besides drawing my usual ships, to draw characters together that I usually don't! So just ask about what'd be fun to see. If you suggest a ship that'd never work in a romantic or sexual way I'll just draw something fun about them screaming at the possibility.

Will draw the requests slowly through June <3

You can check more info about the characters either looking through my blog or in my toyhouse

[circusballoon]

@erradox made one of those alignment chart memes a while back based more on how we'd refer to our characters, and I found it buried in my files.

For some reason I then decided the sensible thing to do would be to draw and color character in each square in a single day. And here we are!

[hyukxs]

i’m thinking about prince skz and i just 😔😔 my longing to be a princess is strong

[underburningstars]

What about batman dating Superman and meeting Clark's adoptive parents

This one is inspired by me as Bruce meeting my boyfriend's parents. I had a lot of fun writing this one.

on ao3

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Pairing : Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne

Tags : No powers AU, meet the family, insecure Bruce, good partner Clark

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"They're gonna hate me."

"They're gonna love you." Clark said for the hundredth time.

"Yeah? And how do you know that?"

"I love you so, they're gonna love you too."

"That's the worst reason to love someone, Clark." Bruce exclaimed.

Clark sighed, "You absolutely have nothing to be worried about. My parents are really excited to meet you."

"Maybe now." Bruce groaned, "But after actually meeting me. Nuh uh, they'll hate me."

"And why do you think that?" Clark, never in a million years could imagine his parents hating Bruce. Every time he talked about Bruce to them, they were more and more excited to meet him.

"Why wouldn't I think that?" Bruce retorted, "Honestly I can't understand why you're so calm about this. I'm not the 'wish I had a child like that' type. I'm the 'thank god my kid's not like that' type. You should be more worried."

No matter how hard he tried, Clark couldn't stop himself from snorting. Bruce glared at him.

"B, seriously stop worrying so much. They'll love you I promise. And even if they don't I'll still love you." Clark tried his best to reassure his boyfriend.

"You'll go against you parents for me." Bruce's eyes narrowed on him.

"If my parents don't like you, which by the way isn't happening, then I'll still love you."

"Yeah." Bruce scoffed, "I guess, we'll see."

Just as Clark parked his car his mom came out. She gave him a quick hug and went to Bruce. "It's so nice to finally meet you." She hugged Bruce who awkwardly returned it. "Now I can put a face to the man who Clark talks about all the time." Bruce gave Clark a dirty look and he smiled sheepishly.

"He talks about me?"

"Oh yes, a lot. Don't worry it's all good." she laughed as she went inside. Clark took their bags and went after them too.

Inside his father had already started talking with Bruce. Seeing him his dad grinned at him but went back to talking quickly. Bruce looked relatively more relaxed than before.

Clark went to the kitchen to find his mom and found her stirring a pot. "What are you making? Smells good."

"It's Italian." She smiled at him. "What are you doing here? You can't leave Bruce with your dad alone."

Clark laughed at that. "They seemed to get along fine. Guess dad finally found someone who can keep up with his talks."

"Ah, then he's never letting Bruce go now." she shook her head.

"I'm not opposed to that at all."

"He appeared quite nervous." she pointed out.

"Yeah. None of his past relationships worked out long enough to meet any family and he insists that he's not the type of person that parents usually like." Clark sighed.

"Being nervous isn't bad. While meeting John's mother I almost bolted in the middle of dinner. It means he cares. And he was likable enough for me."

"You barely talked to him."

"Sure." she shrugged. "But I've talked to you. And I can also see how you look at him. I like him. And it's just not about us liking him, he should like us too." Clark was about to respond but a loud laugh from the living room stopped him.

He and his mother shared amused glances and both went to see what was happening.

"What's all the commotion about?" his mom asked.

"Oh son, you've found a truly amazing person for yourself." his dad beamed at him and then turned to Bruce. "He got very lucky." Bruce's eyes widened in shock but then his mouth curved up in a lovely smile.

"John, why don't you help me serve while the kids can set the table" his parents left to the kitchen and then it was just them.

"My dad looked life he was quite taken with you." Clark said as he wiped the plates and started arranging them.

"He's a friendly man." Bruce shrugged.

"Mom likes you too."

"We've barely talked."

"Yeah but mom likes you."

"But-"

"Bruce." Clark cut him off before he could protest. "They like you. And I'm pretty sure soon you'll hold a place above me. Trust me on that okay?"

"I just don't wanna mess this up." Bruce's shoulders drooped. "You're the first person who didn't have any ulterior motive for approaching me and dating me. So, I want this to work out."

Hearing what his boyfriend had to go through made Clark incredibly sad. "I want this to work out too. I love you, B. A lot. And I'm sorry you had to go through those assholes before. But I promise I won't be like that. So stop second guessing yourself, yeah?"

"Yeah. Yeah, okay." They both smiled. Just then his parents entered with food.

"Hope you like Italian, Bruce." his mom said.

"I love Italian." conversation came easy after that. His parents asked lighthearted questions and Bruce became more unwinded. A happy environment wrapped around the house all night.

Eventually they all went to sleep. Now with Bruce's head was resting on his chest and he was drawing random patterns on Clark's stomach with his fingers. "I liked your parents too, Clark. A lot."

This was the happiest day of his life.

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toestalucia / lunarcry / flovverworks

gran of granblue fantasy. captain of a crew of skyfarers, might not guess from first glance though. getting more powerful for each half year that passes. kind of struggling more too. big fan of dreams people call impossible. / multi, including lanna of island of happiness&sunshine islands. pop star who’s currently staying at the island as a break. really terrible at singing, but loves it with all of her heart. fishing is her hobby. / akira of promise of wizard. isekai life. cat lover. wizard lover. average person enters a weird elevator and gets called sage and tries their best to befriend twenty-one sage’s wizards. will compare u to a cat.

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I WANNA LISTEN TO UR OMI IDEA

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[sysig]

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