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The Proposal - Part 7

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

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Summary: Wanda Maximoff is the book editor of a North American multinational corporation. You, as her assistant, are obliged to do all her bidding. And that includes marrying her when the redhead is in danger of being deported back to Sokovia. But it's all good. After all, what could possibly go wrong?

Word count: 4.786 || Pronouns: she/her

Warnings: fake dating, blackmail, nudity (no smut), swearing

Good news for you: this is not the last chapter! I had to split it in half so here we are lol the final chapter will be out later this week!

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You and Wanda arrived home after the speedboat accident in complete silence. Your father, the only one who was home at the moment, noticed your shaken countenances - especially the redhead's soaked state.

But the man didn't say anything about it, mainly because your meaningful stare directed at him made sure to convince him not to. So you guided Wanda back to your shared room, and smiled fondly when she said she was going to take a shower.

Back in the kitchen, you find your dad still there, pretending not to look at you as he mixes the sugar in his coffee with a spoon. You sigh heavily, throwing yourself into one of the chairs at the table.

"Wanda fell off the speedboat today." You tell him, knowing he was curious to know but wouldn't ask. When the man's eyes widen in both shock and concern, you wave your hands to reassure him.

"Nothing happened, she's fine," you assure him, watching Alexei's shoulders relax, "but it was scary. I could tell she was terrified just by her eyes. And... I don't know, I was scared of losing her."

The confession slips past your lips more easily than you would imagine, but it makes your insides turn violently inside your body. Your father, oblivious to your internal dilemma, smiles reassuringly, taking the chair next to you.

"I understand your fear, kid, she's your fiancée." He says, placing a hand on your shoulder affectionately. "We are always afraid of losing the ones we love." Your dad adds, and you control yourself not to flinch. That part you wouldn't admit yet, even to yourself.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." You comment in a whisper then, forcing a smile, and Alexei returns it with a loving one. After a brief moment of silence, however, his countenance lights up.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" He tells, snapping his fingers, "Natasha is staying with us tonight, we're having dinner outside." He adds and, noticing that you raise your eyebrows in surprise, he lets out a chuckle.

"I know your wedding isn't until tomorrow, but we wanted to have a little celebration just us first, you know?" He explains, almost shyly, and you smile genuinely this time, your heart warming. "Thanks, Dad."

"You're welcome." Is his affectionate reply as he takes his hand off your shoulder to wrap his entire arm around them. You let out a happy giggle, and allow yourself to stay there hugging your father longer than you normally would.

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Not wanting to rush Wanda through her shower, you decide to take yours in another bathroom, and realize that it was a good idea when you arrive outside and don't see the redhead anywhere.

The yard is all tidy and decorated. A fire in the center with some logs around it for you to sit around. A little further away, two tables with food and drinks respectively are set up, lit by yellowish lamps that give the place a cozy air, even though it doesn't get dark at night this time of year.

You see your father near the fire, and there is no sign of your mother anywhere, probably still in the laboratory - it wouldn't surprise you if she didn't even show up. By the food table, you see your younger sister drinking a beer, and that's where you go.

"Hey." You say when you're close enough, and Yelena raises her eyes to you to murmur a greeting back. The next moment, you are smiling with amusement. "Did you know that Dad is playing native in the forest?"

"Oh, yes, he does those things." The blonde responds with a laugh, inviting you to walk with her to near the campfire. "Last month he decided to play British and started drinking tea all the time." She tells, making you raise your eyebrows in disbelief.

"After a week he ended up with dysentery and never had tea again." She adds humorously, making you laugh heartily, shaking your head in amused disapproval at your father's antics.

"So," you begin after the two of you share a few laughs, choosing your words carefully to bring that subject up, "I ran into Kate before you stole my fiancée from me."

You watch your sister's reactions as you talk to see if you can find anything. But all she does is smile and nod in understanding. Yet you keep talking. "She told me some things... About you two."

"Nothing happened," she hastens to say, taking you slightly by surprise, "she's your ex, I would never have anything with her." The blonde adds with a short laugh, and you nod slowly. "But you know I wouldn't mind, right? I don't have feelings for her anymore."

Yelena just hums slightly in understanding, and you frown as you ponder what to say. "Do you like her?" You try, but the blonde shakes her head in denial.

"You know you can talk to me about that, right? Or anything else, really." You insist, and the dry chuckle your sister lets out makes your tender posture falter a little.

"Can I?" She asks in an accusatory tone, sighing deeply when you sketch a semblance of confusion. "We barely talked during the time you were away, I can't even remember ever having a real conversation with you."

Your sister's accusation takes you by surprise, and you look away from her as you rethink the events of the past, shame growing as you realize that she really is right.

For the past three years, you have always blamed Wanda for distancing yourself from your family, justifying your absence with all the endless things the book editor was telling you to do. But the truth is that you also could've been more present, you could've tried harder. And you didn't realize it until now.

"You're right," you say, a surrendered sigh leaving your lips, "I should've been more present for you. For all of you." You say with regret, but Yelena smiles reassuringly, shaking her head. "It's okay, really."

"Maybe it is, but I'll make it better." You retort and, seeing your younger sister's confused expression, you add, "I promise I won't go this long without coming here. Or without talking to you properly. I'll let you fight me if I do."

Your last sentence comes out in a playful tone, so Yelena giggles, nodding in understanding. You then pull her into a tight hug and the blonde is quick to reciprocate, wrapping her arms around your waist.

The two of you pull away a long moment later, fond smiles on both your lips. The next instant, however, your gaze is drawn to the door of the house, and your smile falters into concern when you see Wanda stepping out.

"You should check on Wanda, she must be pretty shaken by what happened earlier today." Yelena suggests, her eyes following the redhead across the campfire area as yours do, and you hum in agreement, relieved that she released you so easily.

"But this conversation isn't over yet, huh?" you warn with a raised finger for emphasis, and the blonde lets out a chuckle, nodding her head in agreement. "Of course."

With one last exchange of smiles, you turn away from your sister, walking towards Wanda. As you approach, you notice her expression still lost in thought, and you decide to announce your arrival by stepping harder so as not to startle her.

The redhead, who was putting on some hot chocolate for herself, raises her gaze to you, smiling a small smile as her eyes meet yours. You are quick to smile back. "Would you like to walk with me?"

Wanda ponders for only a moment over your question. But then she nods her head in agreement, grateful to be away from other people right now. You smile at her once again as you signal the path for you to follow.

For the first time, you don't overthink putting your arm around her as you walk, and the redhead doesn't overthink laying her head on your shoulder as she goes wherever you are taking her.

The silent walk brings you to the deck, and you both sit together on the edge of the wooden platform. You watch Wanda with her eyes fixed on the water below, wondering what you should say to her now.

"We haven't been working on the questions Strange is gonna ask us on Monday." It is she who breaks the silence, and you nod even though she is not looking. "We haven't." You agree, and when she finally raises her eyes to yours, you smile. "Tell me something about yourself."

Wanda stares at the ocean ahead, a contemplative expression as she thinks about what to say. You don't press her, watching her patiently, and it doesn't take long for her to smile.

"I really like sitcoms." She tells. "The modern ones not so much. I like the old ones, black and white and stuff." She specifies, and you let out a chuckle. "You really are ancient."

The redhead rolls her eyes at your joke, bumping her shoulder with yours. But she is smiling too, and you try not to get too lost in the scene. After a heartbeat of silence, she sighs.

"I used to do ballet when I was five, but then my family moved to a different town and I stopped." She goes on to list. "I don't like flowers in the house because they remind me of funerals. Haven't slept with anyone in over a year and a half. And, uh... I went to the bathroom and cried after Tony called me a poisonous bitch."

You raise your eyebrows at the revelation, your countenance turning to one of sadness. Wanda looks at you with a sad smile, and you try to look for something to say. But you can't find anything, so the redhead shrugs, "I'm sure there's many other things, but that's all I can come up with right now."

"You really haven't slept with anyone in 18 months?" You speak the first silly thing you can think of in an attempt to make her laugh, smiling when you succeed, the sound of her laughter getting lost in the cold night.

"Out of all the things I said, that's all you got?" she asks in disbelief, an amused expression on her face. You just smile, shrugging, and the book editor laughs some more, shaking her head in mock disapproval.

"You shouldn't let a guy like Stark make you cry." You speak the next moment, and Wanda's expression becomes more serious as she looks at you. "He's an arrogant asshole who hasn't gotten anything good out of his life, and you're one of the strongest, most successful women I know."

The redhead just looks you in the eye, searching for truth in your words. And all you offer her is an honest countenance, a small smile at the corner of your lips that grows as you notice her cheeks flushing.

"Tell me something about yourself." She breaks the moment then, and you blink a few times, looking away to the ocean to pull yourself together. You sigh as you think, and Wanda watches you patiently, waiting for an answer.

"I'm a big comic book fan." You say eventually, looking at her again, and the redhead has an amused smile as she says, "I always knew you were a nerd."

"Some people find it charming." You argue with a grimace, but the woman snorts in disbelief. "I'm sure some do." She retorts, making you giggle.

"I'm afraid of heights," you retort, and Wanda's amused smile wanes as she pays attention to you, "I had a fish named Rocket, but he starved to death because I forgot to feed him."

"For how long?"

"About three weeks." Your response draws a hearty laugh from the woman, making you laugh as well. But then your relaxed posture falters. "I haven't had a serious relationship in the last two years, because I got tired of getting hurt. I guess you could say I've given up on love."

Wanda's amused countenance slowly crumbles in the face of the seriousness of this new piece of information you shared. And you expect the redhead to make some funny comment, since you added the last part in a playful tone. Instead, she offers you a sweet smile.

"And now you're getting married." She comments after a while, a hint of amusement in her tone despite the intensity of the conversation, and you laugh through your nose half-heartedly. "I know, life is a little box of surprises."

You continue to stare at the moving water for a while, but then the silence between you grows and you decide to look at Wanda again. To your surprise, the redhead is already looking at you, her eyes shining under the moonlight and from something else that you don't understand, but in that moment you would love to find out.

Your heart beats hard inside your chest as your thoughts shuffle around in your head, your conflicting feelings making your chest ache. But before you can do anything stupid, she looks away.

"Your family is watching." She comments, and you follow her gaze with yours to see your parents and younger sister risking glances at the two of you as they talk.

"Of course they are." You comment amused amidst a giggle, and Wanda smiles as she looks back at you, your insides melting once again.

"I think we should kiss." The sentence is out of your mouth before you can contain it, and as Wanda's eyes widen in surprise, you clench your jaw to try to keep your cool.

"What?" The book editor asks under her breath, unable to ignore the burning in her cheeks as you rush to come up with something to say.

"Because they're looking." You reply eventually. "The last time we kissed was the day we arrived, they might get suspicious." You watch Wanda think about your words for a brief moment, feeling your heart pounding hard in your ears.

"Well, if it's to convince them." Is the redhead's response, a small smile at the corner of her mouth. You giggle a little at the comment and to try to keep your cool. And you notice that the book editor is waiting for you to make the first move, so you do.

Your lips meet in an explosion of all those feelings the two of you have been trying to contain for the past few days. Wanda knows she shouldn't sigh against the kiss, and you know you shouldn't pull her closer by the waist. So you don't, but with each passing minute it gets harder not to.

"Don't make me come over there and throw a bucket of ice water on you, Y/n!" Your older sister's shout echoes through the open space the next moment, making you and the redhead laugh shyly as you pull away.

Looking in the direction from which the sound came, you see Natasha standing by the campfire, waving in greeting to the two of you, and you and Wanda have red cheeks as you wave back.

"We'd better go over and say hello to her." You comment, drawing the redhead's gaze back to yours. "She really may throw the bucket at us." Wanda smiles amused at your comment, nodding her head in understanding. "Let's go then."

The next moment you are standing up from the wooden platform, pretending the kiss didn't have the effect it did as you walk back to your family.

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After the night outside, you and Wanda walk back to the bedroom chatting about some sitcoms she likes.

You criticize every detail you can think of, but the redhead can see that it's all a playful attempt to annoy her, so she smiles amusedly as she rolls her eyes.

When you arrive at the bedroom, you open the door for her to enter first, and Wanda smiles at you before doing so. Before you can follow her, however, Natasha appears out of nowhere behind you.

"You need to come with me." Your sister speaks, putting her hands on your shoulders to stop you from entering the room, and you let out a confused giggle, looking over your shoulder to see her. "What?"

"It's tradition!!!" She exclaims, shaking your shoulders for emphasis. "Tomorrow is your wedding day, you have to give the Magic Maker a rest tonight." You and Wanda exchange grimaces at the mention of the quilt, which makes your older sister giggle.

"Give your bride a kiss good night and come with me." Nat instructs, letting go of you. Wanda, who was watching the entire scene with amusement, shakes her head in playful disapproval.

"But-"

"You've got your whole lives to be together." The redhead cuts off your complaint, crossing her arms resolutely in front of her body. "Now shut the fuck up before I pull you by your hair." Nat threatens before looking at Wanda with a gentle smile. "Good night, Wanda!"

"Good night, Nat." The book editor says back, giggling at the other redhead's sudden change in posture. Satisfied, your sister casts you another warning stare before leaving, and you and Wanda are left alone.

The redhead crosses her arms in front of her body as she holds your gaze, and you don't avert your eyes as you lean the side of your body against the door frame. The moment stretches on, but even though neither of you wants to say goodbye, you know you have to. "If I don't go with her, she's just gonna..."

"Come back and pull you by the hair." Wanda completes your sentence with a small amused smile, which turns into a soft chuckle when you mumble a confirmation. "See you in the morning?" you ask then, and the redhead has to hold back the lump in her throat to smile in confirmation.

"Absolutely." She says, her voice weaker than usual due to the incessant thoughts that make the book editor's mind weigh tons. Still, you smile, nodding your head in understanding.

"Good night, Wanda." You wish with a gentle smile, and the redhead has one of her own as she whispers back, "Good night, Y/n."

You then turn around to leave the room, and neither of you want to think about the longing that clenches your chests as you get ready for bed.

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The barn looked very nice in the end, with flowers and lights decorating the place and wooden chairs arranged, almost all of them already occupied by the guests.

To your surprise, you had a growing nervousness inside you that was somewhat difficult to ignore as the moment of the ceremony approached.

While Wanda was somewhere in the barn with your younger sister - finishing the preparations of dress, hair and make-up - you were already at the altar, the preacher right behind you as some guests approached to greet you and wish you congratulations.

Next in line was your father.

"Hi, Dad." You greet with a smile, laughing softly as the man wraps you in a bear hug, lifting you a few inches off the ground. When he releases you, he has tears in his eyes. "Look at you..."

"Please don't cry." You say humorously, chuckling at the way he takes a deep breath to hold back the tears. "I won't, I won't." He assures you, making you smile amusedly. Over his shoulder, you see your mother sitting in one of the chairs, looking away when her eyes meet yours. Alexei, noticing the interaction, sighs. "Your mother wanted to talk to you, but-"

"Don't worry, Dad." You reassure him with a small smile, giving his forearm an affectionate squeeze, but he offers you an apologetic smile anyway.

It's not a real marriage - as you need to remind yourself every five minutes - so you shouldn't be bothered by your mom's coldness. And you certainly shouldn't feel a tightening in your heart when the woman gets up from her chair and leaves. But you do anyway.

In the meantime, Wanda is in one of the barn rooms, which has been beautifully decorated so that she could prepare for the wedding. Looking at her own reflection in the mirror, the redhead tries not to let the lump in her throat get the best of her.

She already knew all this. She knew she would come here and lie to your family. That was the plan from the beginning, you agreed to it and so did she. So she shouldn't be feeling like the worst person in the world for doing it. Right?

"Melina?" The reflection of your mother wakes Wanda from her own thoughts, who spins on her heels to look her face to face. "Hello, Wanda." The other greets with a small smile, which for some reason makes the redhead's uneasiness increase. "I'd like to talk to you, if that's okay."

The book editor swallows dryly, shifting her weight between her feet with apprehension. But she nods her head in agreement anyway, and the black-haired woman smiles in appreciation before taking a step closer.

"I still have my doubts about whether this marriage is real or not." Melina begins, and Wanda would have looked away in shame if she hadn't seen a few tears building in the other woman's eyes before she continued. "But if it is... I want you to know that you will always be part of this family. And I know that Y/n and I don't have the best of relationships. But I love her, and I miss her as much as any mother would. So please... Make her come home more often."

"I..." The words are lost in the redhead's mind at your mother's unexpected request. Guilt and shame making her heart clench inside her chest to the point of breaking into a million pieces.

"It's time to go, Wanda." Yelena's voice from the door interrupts the two's conversation, and a glimpse of disappointment passes across Melina's face before she forces a smile again. So, even though words still fail the redhead, she offers the other woman a smile and a nod of her head before following the blonde out.

The path to the door leading to the main area of the barn, where the ceremony would take place, is undoubtedly one of the most difficult Wanda has had to make. But she forces one step after another, and when she sees your father waiting in the doorway, she forces a smile as well.

"Your dad can't be here for you, but..." Alexei says with a gentle, even shy smile as the redhead comes closer, offering her his arm as he adds, "I would like to be his mere substitute."

The universe must be teasing her-no, punishing her for all the bad things she is doing to these wonderful people. A few tears escape Wanda's eyes before she can contain them, but she just hopes the man before her will interpret them as happy ones as she offers him a small smile. "Thank you."

And then the music is playing, her and Alexei walking down the aisle as the guests rise from their chairs, you at the altar waiting for her with such a beautiful smile on your face that it just makes the redhead want to run as far away as possible. She keeps walking towards you instead.

"You look beautiful." You whisper to her as soon as she stops in front of you, and that seems to hurt even more than everything else. "You don't have to say that." She whispers back, her eyes fixed on the preacher and avoiding yours at all costs, not seeing your confused countenance at her hardness. "I-"

"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen," the preacher begins to speak, interrupting your interaction, and you look at her a second longer before turning to the man in front of you, "please be seated, so that we may begin."

The ceremony then continues, the preacher talking about love, honesty, and family commitment, making you and Wanda cringe further and further in shame and guilt. It doesn't take long before the redhead can't take it anymore.

"Yes, dear, do you have a question?" The preacher asks, confused, as he sees Wanda's hand raised in front of her body, drawing all eyes exclusively to her as she clears her throat. "Yeah, uhm, it's more like an announcement."

"Wanda." You call out in a whisper, but the woman ignores you completely as she keeps her gaze fixed on the preacher, who lets out a confused chuckle before asking, "Can't it wait until after the ceremony?"

"No." The redhead says resolutely, and you sigh heavily, closing your eyes for a moment. The preacher then beckons Wanda to speak, and she offers him a small smile of thanks before turning to the guests.

"Hi, there." She begins with a nervous giggle, and a few murmurs in response are heard from the small crowd, who exchange confused glances. It's only then that she realizes that Stephen Strange is sitting in one of the chairs at the back, but she doesn't spend much time wondering how he got there to continue speaking.

"Thank you all so much for coming." The redhead says, taking a deep breath, "I have to say something about... about the wedding." The comment causes some conversation to erupt among the guests, and you look at her with an apprehensive countenance. "Wanda, what are you-"

"I'm from Sokovia," she speaks again, ceasing the conversations and interrupting you completely, making you sigh once more, lowering your gaze to the floor, "with an expired visa who was about to be deported." Her gaze rests on Strange's figure as she speaks, who smiles victoriously as he settles back in his chair.

"And because I didn't want to leave my life here and my position at Lee Books, I forced Y/n to marry me." The confession makes the guests look at each other in a mixture of confusion and surprise. Your gaze meets that of your family, their looks of shock and hurt making you look away immediately. "Wanda, stop."

"See, Y/n has always had this extraordinary work ethic," the redhead ignores you once again, "something I think she learned from you." Wanda's gaze rests on Melina this time with a small sad smile, but the woman just looks away to hide her hurt. You watch the whole thing in disbelief.

"And for three years I watched her work harder than anyone else at our company." The redhead continues speaking, tears pooling in the corners of her eyes. "And I knew that if I threatened to destroy her career she would do just about anything... So I blackmailed her to come up here and to lie to you."

Your father buries his face in his hands in disappointment, and you watch your sisters, who also have sad countenances on their faces, try to comfort him somehow. You feel the lump in your throat grow exponentially at the scene, but you struggle to at least hold back the tears in your eyes.

"And I thought it would be easy to watch her do it-to... To do it, as well. But it wasn't." The book editor confesses, her voice quivering with guilt and shame as a few tears roll down her cheeks. "Turns out it's not easy to ruin someone's life once you find out how wonderful they are." Wanda smiles at her family as she says it, but they just watch the whole thing with an impassive expression of shock.

"You have a beautiful family and I appreciate so much what you all have done for me...even if I don't deserve it." The redhead continues speaking, sniffling softly. "This was all my fault, don't blame Y/n for it." She asks as she rests a hand briefly on your shoulder, and you swallow dryly.

"Wanda..." You begin, but the shock of the truth being revealed so unexpectedly makes the words get lost amidst the whirlwind of thoughts taking over your mind. Wanda, taking advantage of your silence, finally turns to you to say, "Y/n, this was all a business deal, and you held up your end. But now the deal is off."

And before you can say anything, she is getting off the altar and walking back down the aisle, maintaining that impassive expression on her face that you know well in the face of the murmurs among the guests. And you, completely numb from shock, just watch her walk away.

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Things started well but ended... Not so much 😬 hope you liked what happened in this chapter, feel free to share your thoughts and theories for what happens next!

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