#olek x reader

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Triangle of Love

1899 fanfic

Lucien x reader, Olek x reader

Darkness. Darkness surrounded you as you looked around the gigantic ship’s deck, not a soul in sight except for the bright stars shining from above and the moon glowing it’s mysterious night beam. It was an ominous night but for some reason you felt no fear. Standing at the ship’s edge listening to the waves crash against the bottom edges you found peace within.

“Bonjour mademoiselle” a deep French voice greeted you from behind. Looking over your shoulder you’re met with a devilishly handsome man. He had curly brown hair and a well groomed mustache, that was difficult not to notice, it suited him quite well nevertheless. He was wearing a white button up shirt, brown colored vest, matching pants and a coat; a very elegant look to him. You felt butterflies in your stomach as his gaze met yours. “Hello” you say back. The gentleman spoke very little English but was able to ask for your name. “I’m y/n, y/n y/l/n.” “Quel joli nom,” he responds. “My name est Lucien.” Luckily you had taken French during your undergrad program so you understood it well. You spoke many languages in fact Russian, French, Kazakh, and Spanish. You had also started learning Japanese.

After looking into each other’s eyes for a full five minutes, he asks you if you’d like to go for a walk on top of the ship. He smiles when you say yes. Walking side by side you two begin talking about your lives and why you boarded the ship. You wanted to get away from your past, it haunted you, so setting off to America seemed like the perfect plan. Lucien looks down and chuckles lightly “yeah I think we’re all trying to get away from something.”

As it’s still dark outside you could barely see the figure walking towards you. It was a young man, a handsome man with a very Slavic looking face. He was wearing what looked like working clothes and you could see his chiseled muscles under the moonlight. He accidentally bumps into you, flustered, he apologizes in broken English. He stops and stares at you, enchanted by your looks. He was so infatuated he didn’t notice Lucien clear his throat and insist that you two continue on your walk. Snapping out of his trance he asks you what your name is in Polish. Since you spoke fluent Russian you could understand him. “My name is “y/n” he places his hands on his chest “I’m Olek.” You smile politely and continue to walk with Lucien. Looking back as you walk away Olek is still standing there staring at you.

The same butterflies you felt for Lucien graced your stomach once more when meeting Olek. Lucien could sense this but tries to make it seem like jealousy wasn’t overpowering his soul by diverting the conversation away from his intense glare and tense body. “Do you have a husband or man in your life” he asks nonchalantly. “No I actually don’t.” “How about you?” Lucien wasn’t sure how to explain his current situation to you. How could he possibly convince the girl he’s now obsessed with that he is in a loveless marriage? “I am going through a divorce” he says. You nodded your head and placed your hand on his shoulder “I’m sorry, that must be tough.” Lucien places his hand on top of yours and smiles “now that I’ve met you, nothing is tough.” Taking your hand in his Lucien kisses it gently. “I should get back to my cabin now” you tell him, so he walks you back.

Standing in front of your door you notice how blue Lucien’s eyes are and how much they twinkle when he looks at you. You were so deep in thought, but Lucien stepped closer to you and boldly put his right hand on your waist. Slowly he leaned in and inched closer to you until his lips met yours. At first you were taken aback but then lust overcame you as a tingling fiery sensation spread through your body like wildfire. You placed both arms on his shoulders as he leaned into you even more pushing your back against the door. Before you could break away to breathe Lucien picked up both of your legs as they wrapped around his waist. Passionately kissing him and feeling his warm body against yours felt so good, so damn good. But you knew you didn’t feel right going any further, so you broke away from his lips and let out a nervous laugh. He understood your response and let you back down. “I’m so sorry” he apologizes. “Don’t be, I just need to be going to bed now,” waving goodbye you walk into your room and lock the door. Lucien stands there not quite comprehending how someone could have this effect on him so fast, he felt as if he was falling in love with you, but how could this be? He thought.

“Aaaahhh” you let out a hearty sigh and plop down on your bed. Thoughts of both Lucien and Olek filled your mind, you were smitten. Suddenly you hear the light sound of pitter patter coming from below, sitting up you look down to see a neon blueish green colored bug walking around the wooden floor. Typically you were afraid of bugs or at least weren’t too fond of them. But a weird feeling inside you didn’t mind this bug at all, on the contrary it intrigued you. You mindlessly stared at the bug until it crawled under the bed. Before deciding to finally go to sleep, you wanted to get some water from the dining hall. Even though it was very late you left your room and walked down the hallway. The ship started swaying from side to side aggressively “we must be in a storm” you thought. When you were about to turn the corner the ship swayed so hard you fell onto a stranger that was turning the same corner from the other hallway. As the stranger held you in their arms you looked up and see Olek smiling down at you.

“Olek! I’m sorry, I lost balance,” you tell him in Russian. “It’s quite alright,” he responds. Olek asks you why you’re out so late and you tell him you wanted to get water so he offers to accompany you. “Was that your husband I saw you with earlier?” he asks while you were walking to the dining hall. “No” you laugh, “I just met him, I’m single.” You could see Olek’s eyes light up at your response. After retrieving some water, you now notice that the ship seemed to calm down. “Well I should get back to my cabin.” “I know it’s late but would you like to go star gaze” Olek asks. “Yes that would be nice,” you smile wildly.

“If I may ask, what brings you on this trip?” Olek inquires. “I just wanted to get away, start fresh, see new places. How about you?” Olek looks down “I also wanted to get away, leave the past behind me.” It felt like dejavu. There was something familiar about Olek, something warm and innocent to his presence. As you two walk onto the top deck the first thing you notice is how bright the sky is now from the glistening stars, much brighter than earlier. Olek takes your hand in his and you both sit down on a structure that was fairly comfortable. “These stars are so beautiful” you say. “Yes, but even these beautiful stars don’t compare to the woman sitting beside me” he charmingly responds. Blushing, you gently place your head on his shoulder as the bliss of being alone under the night sky encapsulates the both of you.

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Fuck it you know what I’ll write Clémence x reader and Olek x reader send me requests

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Listen To Your Princess

Princess Wanda Maximoff x Hand Lady Reader

Summary- Princess Wanda doesn’t like the way her people talk about people like her. People who love the way she does. She uses you to work through her frustration.

Word count- 2,699

Warnings- Homophobia (relevant to the time period), mention of beating and burning to death, Smut, eating out, fingering, pillow riding, masturbating, power play. Minors DNI (anything else lmk)

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“The disease has taken another girl from the village.”

Wanda’s mother, Queen Iryna Maximoff, announces from her place at the table, as if she is sharing a grave piece of information. 

“The men found her in bed with another man’s wife. They did their duty. Beat and burnt them both to stop the disease from spreading.” Iryna’s words anger her daughter. It is not this so-called “disease” that is killing off the girls of the village but the idiotic men. Men who refuse to believe their wife’s get more pleasure and comfort from other women than from their husbands. 

Wanda keeps her eyes downcast, staring at the table as her parents continue talking amongst themselves. She counts down the seconds before she can excuse herself from the table and return to her chambers where you are. 

“We must hope none of our servant girls catch this disease, my love. It would be such a bother to replace them.” Wanda’s father, King Olek Maximoff, speaks from the head of the table, making Wanda’s blood boil. They would kill you if they knew your secret. They’d have the guards beat you and burn you in front of her, making her watch in hopes of “curing” her. Her hand tightens around her wine cup, her knuckles turning white with the strength she grips it with. She won’t let that happen. She won’t ever let anyone lay a hand on you. 

They wouldn’t kill Wanda of course. They need her alive, her fathers one and only heir to the kingdom. One day she will be queen. She will be expected to take a husband, to give him sons who will be her heirs. The notion is laughable. There is only one person Wanda intends to marry and that person is not a man. 

Sometimes, on days like today, when ignorant people speak of people like her as wrong, Wanda likes to imagine the day she will become queen. When she will have absolute power above the kingdoms. When she will use her power to stand before everyone and proclaim you as her queen and her kingdom a place where anyone can love and be loved.

“I’ve heard of a new treatment for the disease coming from the North.” Iryna says, a hint of relief in her voice.

No. Wanda knows what her mother is about to say. She’s heard of the same “treatment” herself. It makes it feel sick, fills her with rage. She wants to hang any person who’d dare try to “treat” another human that way.

“May I be excused?” Wanda asks, looking to her father. It’s been long enough now, she should be able to leave without either of her parents questioning why.

“You may.” Olek dismisses his daughter, waving her off with a flick of his wrist. She doesn’t waste a second, standing from her chair and pushing it in then making her way to her chamber to meet you.

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Wanda pushes through her chamber door with the intention to grab you and fling you against the bed, to work through her current swirling storm of emotions by burying herself between your legs. However she can’t help but pause when she enters the room to see your smiling face.

“Princess.” You greet the brunette, curtsying as a sign of respect. “I’ve missed you.”

Wanda takes a deep, steading, breath, trying to hold in her emotions. She loves you. She really, truly loves you. How could that be wrong? How could anyone condemn your beautiful, kind and caring self to death simply because of the love she holds for you and you for her. 

“Princess?” You ask, seeing the inner turmoil written all over her face. You step toward her, wanting to offer any comfort you can. “Is everything alright?”

Your words snap Wanda back to her senses. Her anger toward the world and her parents coming back tenfold. She almost feels bad about what she’s about to do, standing there looking at the concern and love written over your face.

But she needs it. Right now she needs it more than she needs the blood in her veins or her claim to the throne. Plus she knows you’ll enjoy it, you always do.

“Get on the bed, y/n.” Her voice comes out deep, her accent thick on her tongue. Her dark, lust filled eyes trail over you as you do as told, sitting on the bed with no hesitation, your palms laying flat against your thighs, the way you know she likes.

“Such a good girl for me. Such an obedient girl for your princess.” Wanda praises you, closing the door before closing the distance between you. She runs her hands over your body, delighting in the quiet sounds that leave your lips.

Without taking her eyes off of you Wanda reaches behind you, pulling one of her plush, heavy pillows from the headboard and placing it in front of you. “Strip and get on top of it.”

You can’t help the noise that leaves your mouth at her command, nor the flood of arousal that settles between your legs. Despite both these things, your lover has never asked you to do this specific thing before and you can’t help but be hesitant. “Princess l-”

“Don’t you want to be a good girl y/n? Don’t you want to do as your princess commands you?” Her voice comes out demanding, but the look in her eyes is one of desperation. She needs this. Needs you to behave for her. 

Wanda’s hand comes up to stroke your face, giving you the silent comfort and encouragement you need to do as she says. “Go on now.” She says, patting the pillow in front of you. “Spread your legs over the pillow like a good girl. Make your princess proud.”

Her words cause heat to settle in your abdomen. You nod your head in compliance, bringing your fingers to unbutton your dress and removing it over your head. Once you sit bare before her you mount the pillow, looking her in the eye and wait for her next command.

Wanda steps back to admire the image before her. The sight of you naked and waiting in front of her has arousal pooling between her legs. She moves backward until she sits herself in a chair opposite the bed. She takes her time looking you over, ingraining the image in her mind, saving it away for a day when she cannot be near you.

“Move your hips, Dekta. Ride the pillow for your princess.”

At her command you begin to move your hips against the pillow, the friction of it against your clit causing a heat to flush through your body. Your hips move slowly against the fabric, allowing the languid movement to ease you into the new position. 

You don’t take your eyes off the princess as you continue your movements, even as quiet moans tumble past your lips. Your hands come behind you, resting just behind your back to give her a better view. You hear her breath hitch, her eyes darkening more, barley a sliver of green left visible. 

“Faster.” Wanda orders you, slipping her hand beneath her dress. Her fingers find her clit rubbing fast, tight circles over it. 

You do as she says, picking up the pace of your hips against the pillow. Your thighs threaten to squeeze shut at the pleasure it brings you, but you will yourself to keep them open. “Gods that feels good.” You moan out, your thighs shaking around the pillow. 

“That’s right baby, keep riding that pillow until you come like the good little slut you are.” Wanda orders breathily, slipping two fingers inside herself and grinding against the palm of her hand. Watching you fuck yourself as she orders turns her on more then she could have thought, the desire inside her building to a near uncomfortable level.

“Princess- Wanda- Oh gods. I’m going to cum.��� You moan out, grating your hips harder against the cushion between your legs, the added friction pushing you right up to the edge.

“Go on baby. Come on your pillow like the whore you are.” Wanda picks up the pace of her fingers, intent on pushing herself over the edge at the same time as you. “F-fuck.” She moans, watching you fall apart in front of her. “Don’t stop, Dekta. Don’t stop until I’ve cum. I’m so close, Dorogoy.”

You continue to grind against the pillow, riding out your high until Wanda comes around her fingers, moaning loudly and keeping her eyes on you as she does so. 

The princess takes a minute to catch her breath, her eyes never leaving your panting figure. But her hunger returns tenfold when she sees you accidentally move against the object between your legs, a whimper falling from your lips at the stimulation.

“Lie down y/n. I’m not finished with you yet.” She orders, her voice leaving no room for debate. Wanda watches as you take in her words, as the uncertainty fills your eyes and you try to close your legs. “Ah, ah, ah, pretty girl. Lie down and spread your legs for your future queen.”

Wanda stands from her chair, riding herself of her dress as she walks toward you and joins you on the bed. She smirks in satisfaction, watching you do as she says, spreading your legs for her. “Good girl.” She mumbles against the inside of your thighs, leaving kisses and bites there, marking you as hers.

Wanda kisses her way up the inside of your thighs, leaving her marks as she goes until she reaches the apex of your thighs. She takes a second to look you over before moving forward, licking through your folds and sucking your clit into her mouth.

“Wanda.” You moan, burying your fingers in her hair to hold her close.

Hearing you moan her name reminds Wanda of the reason she has you in her bed, you specifically. Not just because she wants to feel, but because she loves you.

Then she remembers the words of her parents, the reason she has sought you out filled with frustrations in the first place. Without warning she plunges two fingers inside you, starting out with a fast, brutal pace, causing you to cry out.

She kisses her way up your body, leaving open mouth misses as she goes until she reaches your lips. She takes your bottom lip between her teeth, pulling it away from you as she listens to you whimper and moan. “Please, princess. Slow down.” You whimper, moving your hands to rest on her chest. Without thinking Wanda takes both your wrists in her hand, pinning them above you on the bed. 

“Wanda?” You ask but your words don’t reach her, her mind focused on the rage that swirls around her. “How can it be wrong for me to love you the way I do.” She asks herself, curling her fingers against the spot inside you that makes your toes curl.

Wanda continues her assault on that one spot, making your thighs shake and your back arch into her. “Wanda please.” You sob, the pleasure becoming to much for you. Your not sure if your begging her to stop or fuck you harder, but you can’t help yourself from begging. “Please, Wanda. Please.” She lowers her mouth, taking your nipple into her warm, wet mouth and sucking on it.

Wanda brings the palm of her hand to rest against your clit, grinding it against the bundle of nerves as she continues to move her fingers inside you. She releases your nipple from her mouth, a string of saliva following her as she moves up to mumble against your open, moaning mouth. “How can the way you squeeze around my fingers and cry out in pleasure be anything other than right.” The added pressure along with her words has you clamping down on her fingers, coming apart with her name on your lips.

Wanda continues to fuck her fingers into you at a hard, fast pace, only coming back to herself when she feels you pushing of her hand holding down your own. Her mind clears of its rage filled fog, her eyes focus on tears in your eyes, her ears on the whimpers and mules falling from your lips.

Panic sets into her bones, she hadn’t meant to hurt you, she’d just been so angry. At her parents, at the world. At herself for not wanting men the way she wants you, at you for making it so easy for her to love you.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry y/n.” Wanda stutters out, lunging forward to take you into her arms, flipping your positions so you lie on top of her. She continues to mummer apologizes against the crown of your head, weaving her fingers through your hair to sooth you, tears slipping down her cheeks the whole time.

Only when your body stops shaking and you wrap your arms around her does Wanda’s heart release itself from the vice grip her panic put on it.. “Shh, my love.” You whisper against her skin. “I’m alright, just overspent. You’ve not done anything wrong, it's okay.” 

“I’m so sorry, Dekta.” Wanda whispers into the room once more. You simply press a kiss against her shoulder in response, wordlessly accepting her apology.

The room is engulfed in silence for a minute as you both allow yourselves to catch your breath. You rest your head against her chest and use your fingers to draw shapes over her bare skin. 

“What happened, Wands?” You ask, no hint of judgment or resentment in your voice.  “I’ve never seen you like that before. I’m not complaining I just- you don’t seem quite alright.”

Wanda stiffens beneath you, the hand in your hair halting its movements for a second before picking up its momentum again. “Mother and father were talking about the “disease” that ravages the village again.”

“Hmm. What else?” You ask, nuzzling against her chest, tightening your hold on her.

Wanda stops. She stares at you with her mouth open, shock clear on her face. “What else? Y/n they talk about people like us as if we’re a plague to be wiped from the earth. As if my love for you means less because you are not a man.”

“Yes but they usually do. I’ve never seen it bother you this much.” You look up at her, your eyes narrowed at the woman you love. “What else was said?”

Wanda tightens her hold on your, pulling your body impossibly closer to hers. She can’t look you in the eye, how could she, her parents made clear that if they caught any of the servants presenting with symptoms of the “disease” they would have them killed. That includes you. How could she look into your beautiful eyes and tell you that her parents would have you beaten and burned if they ever found out what you feel for each other.

She can’t. She won’t. Because speaking the words would bring a truth to them all to real. She doesn’t want to entertain the idea of ever losing you that way.

“It doesn’t matter, my love.” Taking your chin between her thumb and forefinger, Wanda makes sure you look her in the eyes as she speaks her next words. “They are entitled to their opinions, Dekta. What they are not entitled to is forcing others to conform to them. They do not get to tell us our love is less or wrong because of who we are. Do you understand me?”

“I understand, princess.” You say, resting your head back against her chest, closing your eyes ready to let the exhaustion take you.

Watching you drift off to sleep in her arms Wanda decides she doesn’t care what she has to do, who she has to strike down, she’s going to make you her wife one day. She places a kiss to the crown of your head, listening to your even, sleepy breaths as she whispers into the room. 

“One day I’ll make you my queen, y/n. And no one in the seven kingdoms can stop me.”

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A/n- I got the idea and wrote this so fast it hasn’t been proof read but here you go 🤲🏻

[wndaswife]

until death do us part

wanda maximoff x fem!reader

tags: smut, fingering, cunnilingus, choking, masturbation, cnc, loss of virginity, face slapping, pussy slapping, mommy kink, breeding kink, blood kink maybe, cum-filled strap on, jealous and possessive behaviour, heavy manipulation, dubcon, graphic depictions of violence, murder, dark!dom!wanda maximoff, sub!reader. MINORS DNI.

word count: 9723

summary: Your other friends say she's strange, and perhaps, obsessive. Ignoring everyone's precautions, Wanda Maximoff soon encapsulates your entire life, but when your best friend goes missing, it becomes difficult to defend her.

a/n: happy spookyday!!! tried to be scary n dark with this

gif credit to creator.

You see them from beyond your curtains on an autumn afternoon- a family of four moving into the empty house you’ve been neighbouring beside. You peek through your bedroom curtains, watching a silver-haired boy and a long-haired brunette girl and who you assume to be their parents moving boxes into the house.

When the girl, who seems about your age, looks up at your window, you dart out of sight to the side. Unbeknownst to you, she watches the rustling of your bedroom curtains as you attempt to hide from view. 

Green eyes’ peaked interest explore the exposed areas of your room, the tall bookshelf and cute stuffies that line your headboard, until Iryna calls, “Wanda, get to work and help your brother.”

Four extra placemats are set up on the table as you’re setting it up for dinner later than night. 

“Do we have guests coming?” you ask your mom, who’s placing different dishes of steaming food onto the middle of the table.

“The new neighbours,” she answers with a tired huff and straightens to look at you, hands on her hips. “Have you seen them yet? I was talking with the mother, Iryna, and she seemed quite nice. They’re from Sokovia.”

The neighbours were coming over for dinner already? The awkward exchange of being caught watching them unpack replays in your mind and you wince in time to avoid your mother’s questioning as she turns her back to you and hands you a stack of plates and utensils. You set up the rest of the table and went upstairs to get ready before they arrived.

Twenty minutes later, you run back downstairs after getting ready to set up the wine glasses you’d forgotten. A ring comes from the front door and your father goes up to answer it. You hear him greet the neighbours cheerily and your mother comes from downstairs, putting her earrings on. Nervously, you decide to greet the neighbours too.

You take their jackets, exchanging shy greetings with them as they hand you their hats and jackets.

“This is our daughter, Y/N,” your mother introduces you with an arm around your shoulders. “She’s in her first year in a campus in the city.”

“Ah! Wanda and Pietro are both in their third year and transferring to the campus here,” Olek, Iryna’s husband, says. He steps to the side and reveals two fraternal twins, the silver-haired boy and the long-haired brunette girl you saw earlier. 

Pietro extends his hand first. “Hello, Y/N. It’s wonderful to meet you!” He has a wide, goofy grin pulled onto his face. He has dark eyebrows, blue eyes, and a rather muscled build. 

“Hi,” you answer with a tiny smile and shake his hand. He shakes your hand rapidly and you’re massaging your sore hand under the pile of jackets when you take it back.

The pairs of parents and Pietro head to the dining room, chattering along the way. You stay behind in the front hall. You forget Wanda is there until you turn to the coat hanger and see her standing beside it. A gasp leaves you and you jump at the sudden presence. Had she just been watching you the whole time?

The twin takes a step towards you and takes the jackets from your arms. “Did I scare you?” she asks, jackets in hand but not turning to hang them up so she could look at you. Her voice is low and raspy, and simultaneously as smooth as honey.

“A little,” you answer meekly. Wanda hums in response, eyes running down your body inquisitively. You feel like a thousand suns embodied, your cheeks flushing and every inch of your skin alight under her gaze. She turns for the coat hanger finally and hangs the jackets and hats up. 

“Shall we eat?” she asks when she turns back to you. 

After realising you had just been looking at her, perhaps in bewilderment or admiration you did not know, you stutter out. “Y-Yes! Let’s eat.” Wanda follows behind you as you head to the dining room. 

Once you sit down, Wanda takes the empty seat between you and her twin. You find yourself watching your every move as you sit beside her, listening to the conversations at the table as you go through dinner as unobtrusively as possible. You looked over at Wanda’s sometimes, and if she wasn’t already looking at you, her eyes would find yours within moments, to which you always looked away instantly.

Wanda doesn’t utter a word during dinner save a few hushed exchanges with her twin that goes unheard by the rest of the table. Despite his bubbly, energetic exterior, he was demure with his sister, who was nothing if not his complete opposite. You were almost jealous of the relationship, of the unsaid intimacies between them, evident of years of closeness. Wanda eyed you from beyond the long brown locks of her hair. 

“Y/N,” your mother says after taking a sip of her wine, “why don’t you go upstairs and show Wanda your room?”

“Da, Wanda, go have fun,” Iryna concedes. 

The Sokovian looks over to you and stands from her chair. You look up at her and nearly stumble out of your seat as you follow her around the table. She meets your side as the two of you head upstairs to your bedroom.

When you look over at her, she does not meet your eyes for the first time. Instead, she is looking up at the second floor of your house as you walk upstairs together. “So, you’re transferring to campus here?”

Wanda turns her head to look at you and your breath catches in your throat. “Yes. Will you show me around there too?” she asks. Her expression is still, serious, but her eyes are inquisitive, notably when the light from your bedroom catches her green eyes and she tilts her head curiously. 

“Yes. Sure. I’ll show you around,” you answer, swallowing your nerves. You let Wanda into your room first and her eyes roam your bedroom silently. You close your bedroom door behind you and suddenly feel insecure about your bedroom, the soft pink paint of your walls and the stuffies that decorate your bed. 

Wanda looks so out of place as she steps further into your room, looking around. She is wearing thigh-high ripped leggings, a black dress and a red lacy bra that peeks from atop it. Layered necklaces adorn her chest and rings shine around her slender fingers. Green eyes stick out from beyond her eyeliner-outlined eyes. She would think you were childish for your room decor, and she wouldn’t want to spend time with you anymore. 

She takes a seat atop your pink-blush duvet patterned with bunnies and strawberries. Her black fingernails run across the smooth plain of your blanket. “It’s cute in here,” Wanda says. She’s smiling at you when you look at her, and it’s as if she’s a completely different person from who she was downstairs. She looks far more relaxed now, leaning back while she watches you walk through your bedroom predatorily with glints in her eyes. 

“Why don’t you sit with me?” she offers, her tongue running across her bottom lip. Wanda leans forward, her eyes darkening and a grin pulling at her lips. “Do I make you nervous?”

Panic rises up your throat and you stutter out pathetically, your hands raising to scratch at your arms, fidgeting. You have no idea how to react to this side of her. A girl with dark cascading hair and eyes that would take lightyears to explore was a presence you could hardly keep yourself together around even while she had on a monotonous expression and spoke little to nothing around you, but to have the same girl grinning at you from across the room as she sat on your bed turned your legs to jelly. 

Wanda stands and she walks over to you and takes your hand. She leads you back and she sits down on your bed, pulling you down with her. “You are such a timid girl,” she notes, her other hand coming to your thigh as she pulls herself closer to you. Her accent makes you blush in ways you cannot rationalise and you look away from her. 

“You’re different from before,” you say, then look over at her now that you’ve gathered enough nerve to speak properly. 

She is closer than she was before, her eyes looking down on your meek expression as you gather what strength you have left in you. Her dark hair tickles your neck. Wanda looks amused by your shy response to such little attention. “Disappointed?” she asks you. 

A weight drops in your stomach at the sound of having offended Wanda, but when you look up, she’s looking down at you, her head tipped to the side curiously. There is a small sly smile on her lips. You only remember her hand is on your thigh when it travels upwards, squeezing softly. The contact reins you back to reality. “N-No. Not disappointed. Surprised.”

Her smile widens, evident of amusement as you stutter out your responses. “I think I like you very much, Y/N,” she says.

You have no classes the following Monday, and Wanda doesn’t start classes until next week, so she drives the two of you to campus, where she anticipates the tour you promised her. You talk with Wanda about the education she had in Sokovia, her application to her program, what she looks forward to once classes start. But mostly, Wanda wants to know about you.

“We talk about me too much, moya lyubov,” she says, taking a seat on a bench and pulling you down with her. You’re pulled down right beside her so Wanda’s face is not more than several inches away from yours. With one of her hands holding yours, Wanda places a hand on your thigh again. “I want to know about you.”

“What do you want to know?” you ask, leaning back on the bench so Wanda’s face is positioned on top of yours. The compromising position makes your body flush with heat despite the jacket you’re wearing.

Wanda lets go of your hand and tucks your hair behind your ear, then whispers, “Everything.”

A voice chirps from your side, down the trail, “Y/N! I knew that was you.” You look to the side, through the locks of Wanda’s hair, at a figure waving at you, bright blonde hair irrefutable. 

Wanda is glaring down at you, eyes running down your expression as the intruder’s identity becomes clear to you. Your soft lips pull into a smile, for someone other than her, and you wave back. She slips off of you, allowing you to sit up as the idiotic blonde approaches the bench. 

“Hi, Carol,” you say, and you stand up. She hugs you, and it becomes difficult to avoid the piercing glare from the girl sitting on the bench behind you. 

When you pull away from each other, Carol extends a hand to Wanda. “It’s nice to meet you. The name’s Carol,” she introduces herself with a wide smile.

Wanda eyes her hand, debating whether or not to shake it or pull her fingers from her knuckles. Would you be angry with her if she did? She stands up instead, uttering out a disinterested, “Wanda.” She rounds the jock to wrap an arm around your waist. “We ought to get going. Don’t you think, lyubov?” Viridescent eyes look down at you tucked against her chest protectively.

You nod up at her. Your cheek, squished up against her jacket, makes Wanda melt. 

“Wonderful meeting you,” Wanda says scornfully, looking over her shoulder to Carol as she pulls you away from her. You don’t hear the contempt in her voice as she addresses your friend, but instead you bury yourself in Wanda’s arms as she squeezes you. A kiss is pressed to the top of your head. 

You spend the rest of the day with Wanda, huddled up in your bedroom while she asks you everything she was curious about- primarily things to do with you. She asks about your favourite colour, the rest of your friends, your favourite films, and wildly personal questions you don’t hesitate before answering. You’d develop a closeness to Wanda within the last few days of knowing her.

Wanda’s head is held up by her hand as she looks down at you curled up against her side on your bed. “Are you a virgin, Y/N?” she asks. You suddenly become hyper-aware of the way Wanda’s wrist rests on your hip, her fingers running down your exposed midriff. You nod. She lowers herself down to place a kiss on your neck. “So, no one’s ever touched you like this?”

Her hand slips under your shirt, the pads of her fingers running up the valley of your breasts. Her lips wrap around the skin of your neck and she sucks softly. Her tongue flicks over your soft skin. 

Your breathing hitches and you try squirming away from her, but Wanda’s leg wraps around both of yours, pulling you back against her.

“Don’t move away from me,” she tells you. Her teeth bite down on your skin and you yelp. Wanda only laughs, and you feel her grin against your skin. “It’s just me, baby.” Wanda cups your breast, moaning dramatically at the feeling of groping you. She starts humping against the swell of your ass while she grunts softly in your ear.

Pressure begins to grow between your legs and your thighs squeeze together uncomfortably. It was true that you were a virgin, yet you weren’t completely unaware of what Wanda was doing. She was getting herself off on you as she rubbed her clothed cunt against your ass.

“Wanda, this feels weird…” you mutter, squeezing your eyes shut and enduring the strange feeling. 

Her tongue runs up your neck, savouring the way you shuddered beneath her. “I know,” she answers. “But it feels so good for me. Just lay still for a while.”

You try pulling away, but Wanda takes hold of your wrist with one swift movement. She pulls you so you’re on your back, and she mounts you, straddling your waist. Her hips are riding forward so she can rub her clothed pussy against your stomach, entirely unrestrained. 

“I don’t wanna,” you protest, raising your hands to your face as Wanda starts to undress. Her shirt is pulled over her head, then her bra is unclipped. She leans down to take your hands from your, her breasts bouncing in your face as she humps herself against you. 

“You’re being a bad friend,” Wanda snaps. “Shut up and let me do what I want.” She pins your hands above your head and holds your wrists in place with one hand. With her other hand, Wanda gropes her own breast, and despite the way you wiggled beneath her trying to escape her hold, you feel your virgin pussy throb as her erect pink nipple peeks out from beyond her slender fingers. Your thighs press together as your clit craves contact. 

Moans start spilling out of Wanda as she bounces on top of you desperately. Her hips’ thrusts become ragged and she lets go of her breast to slip a hand beyond the waistband of her jeans. You hear the squelching of her pussy as she slides her fingers into her hole, and you know Wanda is riding her fingers while she bounces on top of you. “Ah! Y/N, you make my pussy feel so good,” she cries, head thrown back as she brings herself closer to her orgasm. 

Out of respect for her and your own humiliation, you feel the need to look away, yet your eyes can’t find the strength to look anywhere but at her. With the way she’s mounted on top of you proudly, her full breasts bouncing in your face as she rides her fingers and moans your name out as the one who brings her pleasure is encapsulating. 

Your hips buck up desperately, and Wanda squeals before falling forward onto you. Her breasts press against your clothed chest and she pants in your ear as her body moves against yours. She continues to finger herself frantically, her mess of hair sprawled out around your bed. You cannot remember why you ever wanted her to stop. 

Her hold on your wrists loosen. Curiously, you slip a hand between your bodies and find Wanda’s nipples. You take one between your thumb and forefinger and pinch the hardened bud. Wanda arches from your body, her laboured face clear as stands of her dark hair stick to her forehead. You pinch harder and she starts bucking her hips down against her hand faster. 

You’re enamoured by the sight. Wanda’s eyes open and she looks down to meet yours, a shaky smile forming on her lips as she watches your stunned expression. Wanda takes your first kiss, pressing her soft lips against yours, moaning against them as she continues to look down at you through heavy eyelids. Her lips are parted against yours, and she pants into your mouth. 

“I’m coming, Y/N,” she tells you. In one swift movement, Wanda takes your wrist and slips your hand down her pants, pressing your cold digits against her pussy. Wanda begins grinding her swollen clit against your hand and she reaches her hilt, arching on top of you and moaning out. You silence her cries with your lips, panic rising in you as you recall your parents’ presence downstairs. 

Wanda takes your bottom lip between her teeth and bites down, drawing blood. You yelp into her parted lips and Wanda chuckles. “Oh, you’re so cute, malyshka,” she coos. She runs her tongue up your split lip, then wraps her lips around it until your blood coated her tongue and she swallowed. She moans at the flavour and pulls away to kiss you. 

With her fingers wrapped around your wrist, Wanda slips your hand out from between her thighs and brings her own coated fingers to your lips. She pulls away from the kiss and pushes two of her glistening digits into your mouth. With your eyes looking up at Wanda’s, your lips wrap around her fingers. 

Pleased with your submission, Wanda ducks her head down to the crook of your neck. She trails wet kisses up your neck noisily and runs her tongue flush up your cheek. “I want to taste your pussy,” she mutters against your temple and presses a kiss there, inhaling the scent of your hair. Wanda slips her fingers out of your mouth and rubs her thumb against your cheekbone. 

She begins to descend down your body, her hands gripping your sides harshly. She runs them further up your waist, then up the sides of your breasts. Your shirt is pulled over your head and Wanda lays it atop of hers on your bed. Her face is buried in your breasts, kissing the perfect swells and nipping at every inch of skin her lips run over.

You’re looking down at her, your heart swelling in fondness as you watch Wanda worship your breasts. She reaches around and unclips your bra, slipping them from your shoulders and placing it to the side too. Wanda runs her tongue up one breast, the tip of her tongue flicking at your nipple and hardening it. “Wanda… feels so good,” you whimper.

Her teeth tug at your other nipple with a grin. “I know,” she says, then wraps her lips around your bud, sucking softly. She gropes at your other breast and pinches your cute little peak. She moves down further, arching your back from the bed with her hands so she can press wet kisses down your stomach. You loll your head back, shaky exhales leaving you as your body melted in her hold like clay.

“My beautiful girl,” Wanda moaned against your soft skin. With her fingers wrapped around your waistband, she tugs your pants down and runs her tongue up the inside of your thighs. She tosses the garment to the side and runs her hands down your calves. “Spread these pretty thighs for mommy, princess.” 

You spread your thighs, exposing your pretty pink panties drenched through with your juices. You squirm uncomfortably under Wanda’s gaze, her hands running down your hips soothingly. Before five minutes ago, you’d never even had your first kiss, let alone been naked in front of anyone before, and Wanda had taken no time before undressing herself and getting on top of you, touching her wet cunt and bringing herself to orgasm despite your protests. 

The interaction vested within Wanda your complete trust. You trust that Wanda knows what’s best for you, no matter how hard you might argue like the stupid, mindless little girl you are. 

Wanda parts your thighs further, ducking her head down and burying her nose within your clothed folds. They part stickily and Wanda hums excitedly, eager to devour you. Her hands travel down your inner thighs slowly.

“Wanda, I don’t want-”

She spanks the side of your ass and reprimands, “Don’t talk back. Be a good girl and stay quiet.” At the sight of you nodding, Wanda runs her palm over your stinging ass softly. “Don’t worry, baby. Mommy knows how to take care of you.” Wanda slips your panties down your thighs and brings it to her lips, running her tongue up its sticky coating. She moans at the taste and tucks it into her pocket.

With two thumbs, Wanda parts your sticky folds, humming in awe at the way you glistened. She ran her tongue through them, groaning in pleasure as your flavour coated her tongue. Her lips wrapped around your clit. “I love your pussy,” she moans out. She buries the lower half of her face further between your thighs, nudging her nose against your throbbing clit.

Your hands tighten around your sheets until your knuckles turn white as you cry out. The feeling of Wanda’s tongue flicking at the rim of your virgin hole was nothing like masturbation, and certainly nothing like humping your tight little pussy against your stuffies desperately.

A nimble tongue slips into your cunt while Wanda’s thumb draws circles against your clit. Her lips wrap around your sticky folds noisily as her tongue dips in and out of your hole, moving within your tight walls. You’re a moaning mess beneath her, jerking your hips up against her face. When her teeth graze against your clit because of your shaky hips, you cry out, rubbing your clit further against her upper lip.

Wanda reaches up and slaps your tit, grinning at the way you yelped. She slaps you again then tugs at your nipple. God, how much she loves hurting you. Her arm reaches further up, wrapping a hand around the back of your neck and making you look down at the way she’s eating your pussy. She parts from your cunt, the lower half of her face coated in your sticky juices. 

Her other hand travels down to between your thighs. Two fingers rub against your hole, dipping the tips of her fingers in and out of you. “You like being touched like this, slut?” she asks. Her tongue stretches out from beyond her lips and she flicks at your clit teasingly.

“I like it, mommy,” you whimper. You grind down on her fingers, desperate for more contact. Wanda pulls away from your hole and slaps your pussy with her palm. You recoil away from her, but with her hand still around the back of your neck, Wanda keeps you still, then slaps your cunt again. With the heel of her hand, she rubs against you, listening to the squelching of your sticky pussy folds. She kisses the inside of your thighs.

“Mommy, please. I wanna come,” you beg her. 

Wanda smirks up at you and draws circles against your pussy with her fingers. She hums suggestively and crawls up your body. “You wanna come, you fucking whore?” she asks, towering over you. Wanda releases her hold from around your neck and slaps you across the face, seemingly just to hurt you without reason. 

You sob, “Yes, mommy. Please, my parts are so icky.” 

“Beg,” Wanda tells you simply.

Tears well up in your eyes as you grow frustrated, squirming under Wanda helplessly. “Please, mama,” you plead, enunciating your words as you begged. Your arms wrapped around her waist and hugged her tight against your body. “Pussy is so icky. Please help me.”

Wanda buries her face in the crook of your neck, and without warning, three fingers are shoved into your pussy, and simultaneously, Wanda bites down on your neck. Your back arches from the bed, crying out in blind pleasure and pain as you rolled over against Wanda’s body.

Your tight walls are stretched out as Wanda parts her fingers inside of you. Wanda’s knuckle rubs against your swollen nub before she pulls her fingers out and slams them back into you. Her teeth rake down your neck, panting hot against your skin. Her fingers pick up speed and you cry out into Wanda’s hair. You felt yourself stretch out around her fingers, your body arching into hers as she took your virginity.

A hand gropes your breast painfully, nails scratching at your skin greedily. The squelching of your tight pussy reaches your ears, not nearly close to being drowned out as you moaned against the side of Wanda’s head. Wanda’s other hand travels down to your ass and she grasps at it painfully. You yelp out, “Mama, that hurts!”

Wanda lifts her head to meet your eyes, then kisses your lips. “Come now,” she tells you. “I want my little girl to come for me.” Your walls tighten around her fingers and you bury your face in Wanda’s chest. Her thumb flicks side to side against your clit. 

You mewl, screwing your eyes together tightly as you feel yourself coming ever closer to your climax. Your hips jerk against Wanda’s wrist, the coil in your lower stomach growing tighter, and tighter, almost painfully. Then it finally snaps. A long cry escapes from deep inside you and Wanda grins against you as your soft walls clench around her fingers. Your hand tightens its grip around the blankets. Her fingers pump in and out of you, decreasing in speed as you ride through your orgasm. Carefully, she slips out of you, sticky ropes of your juices connecting to her fingers and knuckles.

While Wanda licked your juices from her fingers, you buried your face in her chest, panting heavily and trying to catch your breath. Wanda pet your hair with her other hand and with clean fingers, she lifted your head up to look at your flushed face. “Tell me you’re mine,” she says, a pleased smile on her face. 

“I’m yours,” you say without hesitation. Wanda kisses you, her fingers massaging the sides of your neck softly. Then she wraps her hand around your neck, pulling you into the kiss and tightening her grip. She grins into the kiss. 

“You sweet thing,” Wanda whispers. She pulls you against her with her arms around your shoulders. “All mine,” she says into your hair, then presses a kiss to the top of your head.

Every moment of your days are spent with Wanda from then on. Every one of your friends has had something to say about it. None of them liked her. To each of them, the Sokovian was possessive and overly jealous, claiming ownership over you after having known you for such a short time, like an owner to a pet puppy no less.

Wanda didn’t seem to take a liking to any of your friends either. She insulted them at every given chance, and sparing no kindness when telling them exactly what she had been whispering to you when they asked.

Subsequently, you’d been spending less time with your friends and more time with Wanda. She discouraged you from seeing your friends. You had no problems with it- you loved Wanda, and she wasted no time in telling you that she loved you too.

‘They haven't even called,’ Wanda told you once when you worried if your friends were wondering how you were. ‘If they cared about you, they would check up on you like I do.’

The things they told you enraged her, from things like saying Wanda was deranged to obsessive and that you needed to stop being friends with her. There was no second thought behind making decisions for you. She blocked their numbers from your phone and deleted any of their missed calls and concerned text messages before you could even read them. 

They didn’t know anything about her relationship with you, and they were in over their heads if they thought they could even think about making a comment about it. They were brainless idiots anyways, talking about childish things you didn’t need to fill your pretty little head with. All you need to think about is her. You don’t need your other friends.

When Wanda walks over to your house after class, you’re already at your door, and Wanda smiles at the sight of you. It drops once she sees you are not alone. A redhead stands in front of you on your porch, her body language loose and open as she stands in front of you. The two of you share a laugh and Wanda feels as if her entire body is set aflame.

As she approaches your front porch, she hears the girl’s laugh, and Wanda knows it is Natasha. Natasha, the girl who quite obviously had a crush on you, and from what Wanda heard from Yelena, she’s had a crush on you since childhood. The bitch knew you since you were children, yet it was her who took your virginity, who had her fingers deep in your pussy in your own bedroom after knowing you for just under a week. She will never know how it feels to have your body tremble underneath her as she brought you to orgasm, the delicate moans from beyond your soft lips as you cried out in pleasure. She will never know anything but yearning after you fruitlessly.

Wanda rounds Natasha and stands by your side, wrapping an arm around your hips.

“Wanda,” you greet and turn in her hold to look up at her. “How were your classes?” But Wanda isn’t looking at you. She’s looking at Natasha, her gaze hardened and quite focused on your friend.

“It’s been a while since we’ve heard of you, Wanda,” Natasha says, and Wanda stifles a laugh. “Y/N hardly talks about you.”

The humour drains from Wanda’s face at her mention of your relationship with her. 

Oblivious of the tension between the two of them, you speak up, “Well, that isn’t true. I was just talking about Wanda a moment ago.” 

Wanda tugs you behind her and she steps forward. “Why are you here, Natasha?” she asks. 

“Why don’t you ask Y/N?”

“I’m asking you.”

Natasha restrains a bristle, unnerved and irritated at Wanda’s protective behaviour over you. “Carol’s birthday is this weekend. I was asking Y/N if she wanted to come. It’s been such a while since we were all together,” she answers. 

Peeking over Wanda’s shoulder, you look at her face only to find an expression you’ve never seen on her before. Her eyes are wild with fury, the corners of her mouth twitching as she cycles through her next words in her mind carefully. Natasha seems amused by the sight, the cocky Russian staring back at Wanda, almost daring her to make a scene in front of you. You shift uncomfortably from beyond Wanda’s shoulder, but she only held you in place behind her.

Wanda straightens, her expression easing unnervingly. Because you never spent time with her around anyone else, it was new to you to watch the way Wanda regulated her emotions in front of other people, the rage that she was capable of feeling that you had never seen. The sight makes you think of how little you actually know about Wanda as you recall all the hours spent talking about you. That’s what Wanda had always been curious about, after all.

“I will see if Y/N can attend,” Wanda answers Natasha for you, regardless of whether you’d answered her offer already, which you had yet to. She turns around and leads you into the house. “It’s been wonderful catching up with you, Natasha,” she says, tossing a disinterested smile over her shoulder before slamming the front door in her face and locking the front door.

“You’re not going,” Wanda says simply and passes you to head to your kitchen. After entire days were spent keeping you company at your house, especially while your parents worked late hours, your house became Wanda’s. It made your heart swell when she made herself at home. 

You follow behind her. “Why?” you ask. When you stand at Wanda’s side, tugging at her arm, you watch as she lathers on a layer of peanut butter and jelly onto two slices of rye bread.

“Because I say so,” she answers. She lays one slice of bread atop of the other and splits it diagonally. She gives you the bigger half. “Isn’t that a good enough reason?”

Taking the sandwich, you reply begrudgingly, “Yes, but-”

“Yes, but nothing. I say no, and that’s final. I don’t want to hear anything else about it.”

Later that night, you’re cuddled against Wanda’s body under your blankets, a laptop on her lap as a movie plays on the screen. You shift uncomfortably under the sheets and bury your face in Wanda’s neck.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go?” you press again, hiding your face from Wanda’s inevitable vexed expression.

“Why do you want to go, malyshka?” Wanda asks and pulls away from you to look at you sternly. She takes your chin with her fingers and angles your face up so you look up at her from her shoulder. “None of those whores even care about you. They just want you there to make fun of you like they did before.”

“They don’t make fun of me,” you try to protest, but you’ve always felt different from your friends. It was only until you met Wanda that you realised how right you’d been. You’re grateful for her, and you rely on her to tell you the truth about everything, but it’s difficult for you to admit to yourself that they truly didn’t care about you.

Wanda clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth, her eyebrows furrowing together in pity. “Oh, baby, you know that they do,” she answers. A kiss is pressed to your forehead and your arms wrap tightly around Wanda’s waist, clinging onto her desperately. “You know that they can’t wait to talk about you behind your back the moment you leave them- that’s why it always seems like they just can’t wait to get rid of you. But I would never do that to you, puppy. You always have me.”

As you have ever since Wanda took your virtue, you fell asleep tucked against the crook of Wanda’s body, her arms wrapped around you protectively, even in her sleep. 

When Wanda slipped out of bed, pressed a kiss to your forehead before leaving your bedroom, you merely stirred before falling asleep again. Hours slipped away into seconds before Wanda was back in bed with you, her hair damp and freshly showered. You don’t question a single thing before you let yourself melt in her arms again, falling asleep against her chest. 

The next morning continues as it normally does. Wanda wakes you up with a flurry of kisses to your face. She brushes your teeth and then your hair, picks out your panties and bra, and then your outfit. There is a section of Wanda in your bathroom and your bedroom, evidence of her all but living with you for the last few weeks.

You and Wanda spend your Saturday watching her favourite sitcoms in the living room until mid-afternoon when a knock comes at your door. Wanda comes with you when you open it, and standing there is Yelena Belova.

“Hey, Y/N,” she greets. You know she must have had something occupying her mind, because Yelena doesn’t wait for you to respond before she speaks again. “Have you seen Natasha? She hasn’t been answering her phone and she isn’t at home. We hoped she was busy planning for Carol’s party, but none of us have seen her. Is she here with you?”

Worry peaks within you and you straighten, looking over the normally laidback Yelena panicked over her sister’s absence. “Natasha? No, I haven’t seen her since yesterday,” you answer, hoping to be helpful. You try to recall if she’d said anything strange, but your thoughts are cut short when Wanda speaks.

“She came here yesterday to talk with Y/N. Neither of us have seen her here since she left,” she elaborates, specific in implying that she spent the whole day with you. Wanda often did ever since the two of you had met. Her parents didn’t mind at all, although she and her twin brother sometimes texted to check up on each other.

Yelena’s eyes linger on Wanda for a few extra moments, but you hardly catch onto it before Wanda places a hand on your lower back. 

“Will that be all?” she asks Yelena.

You cannot understand the begrudged twinge behind the blonde’s words when she grits out, “I guess that’s it.” She looks over at you and her gaze softens. “Will you let any of us know if you see her? She’s usually not this avoidant, even when she’s busy.” You nod in response, and Yelena nods at you thankfully. She eyes Wanda for a moment as she turns and steps down from your porch.

“I hope Natasha’s okay,” you tell Wanda at dinner while she’s mixing a handful of red peppers into a pan of stir fry.

Wanda hadn’t ever taken quite a liking to your friends, and she did well to let you know, but you wouldn’t have ever expected the way she responded. “Don’t mourn that bitch, Y/N. She wouldn’t bat an eyelash if it were you in her shoes,” she snaps.

Mourn? 

“Her shoes?” you repeat. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t like when you ask questions like this, as if you doubt me.”

You close your mouth immediately, watching Wanda cook in silence. You know better than to press on when she was evidently irritated, especially when it had to do with your trust in her. Wanda demands your full trust in everything. The easiest way to anger her is to question what she tells you.

Natasha isn’t seen for the next few days. You talk to your parents about it, and they tell you she likely took time off for herself. She used to get like this years ago, taking weeks off from school without uttering even a single word to any of her friends. You try to believe them, but you find you cannot. Natasha would’ve gone to Carol’s party. If she is anything, she is someone who shows up.

Although you don’t know it’s because your friends can’t contact you as Wanda had blocked their numbers on your phone, there is an increase in the amount of visits to your house as your friends question Natasha’s whereabouts.

“How about Wanda, then?” Kate asks, sitting in your living room after coming in Yelena’s name since she’d become too overwhelmed to leave the house. She can’t spend a moment out, worried that Natasha might come back to an empty house.

Sitting on the opposite couch, you ask, “What about her?”

Unbeknownst to you, Wanda is sitting at the top of the staircase, listening into your conversation intently. Ever since your friends started coming around more often, Wanda decided to figure out what they were really there for, and they wouldn’t say anything useful with her around you. But she never strayed far.

“Does she know anything about Natasha?” Darcy questions.

You try not to bristle visibly. It’d been the eighth time you’ve heard someone accuse Wanda of having something to do with Natasha’s disappearance since Yelena came to your front door that one afternoon. “I already said Wanda was with me all night,” you answer.

Monica reasons, “You don’t know where she could’ve gone while you were asleep, or if everything she tells you is even true.”

Anger suddenly heightens within you. The patronising tones and the tiptoeing around the elephant in the room as if you were an idiot- Wanda was right. Your friends didn’t care about you, and unless they were getting answers from you, they didn’t care about how you were feeling both about Natasha being missing and being interrogated about Wanda constantly despite your truthful answer every time they asked. 

You stand from your seat. “I trust everything Wanda tells me. If she tells me she knows nothing about it, then she knows nothing about it,” you firmly establish. “I think you should all go. I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

You show them out of the house, and the moment you lock the door behind them, a pair of arms wrap around your waist and pull you back. Wanda kisses the top of your head, then nips at your earlobe. 

The steady rising and falling of your shoulders, the soft rhythm of your breath, becomes your metronome as you close your eyes and steady the wild galloping of your heart rate. You find that it was not only anger that had overtaken you earlier, but the frustration of uncertainty also. You’d defend Wanda until the end of your days, but it had come to you earlier today that you truly had no verbal guarantee from her that she hadn’t had anything to do with Natasha disappearing.

Was it evident of intimacy to not need one at all? Was it a sign of your trust in each other that she hasn’t yet told you she didn’t see Natasha that night, and that you haven’t yet asked? Would it be better to keep quiet about it, to trust Wanda without a doubt?

“I’m all you need, baby,” Wanda whispers. “They don’t know what they’re talking about.”

You turn your head and are met with Wanda’s gaze, looking down at you softly. She presses a kiss to your lips and leads you backwards, then upstairs to your bedroom where she sings you Sokovian lullabies and plays with your hair until you fall asleep.

The soft cooing of her lullabies are almost indistinguishable from the way Wanda tries to wake you up save the gentle shaking of your shoulder, to which your eyes flutter open to see her towering over you and stroking your cheek.

“Wake up, my little doll,” she says and kisses your cheek. “I’ve got something to show you.”

Within a few minutes, you’re in the passenger seat of Wanda’s car. You drive past what feels like hundreds of trees touched by the cool wind of autumn. Shades of orange, red, yellow, and brown fill your eyes. It’s only the early cracks of morning, and behind every wind-rustled branch is a dark plain of blue, scattered with thin slivers of pink and orange from the slow-rising sun. You could see it begin to peek out from the horizon and you feel warm.

You’ve been driving for nearly forty minutes, and by now, there is a scarcity of houses and an increase in farmland. You wonder how Wanda knows the place she is driving the both of you to. She’d only just moved into the city. Where had she gotten the time to explore this far out?

Soon, a myriad of warm colours encases the entire car as Wanda enters a forest. You are awestruck by all of them, pressing your forehead to the window in attempts to look up at the tall trees, towering over the car in mighty confidence, beholding themselves to all who passed. Not a shadow shrouds their every bare branch and saturated leaf, yet they remain beautiful still.

The rest of the journey is on foot, Wanda tells you, and she parks her car on the side of the forest trail. She has an arm around your shoulder while you hold her around the waist with both arms. A dark figure appears within the forest as the two of you venture forth.

“What is that?” you ask Wanda, looking up at her hesitantly as you stop in your tracks. But she progresses and you are forced to as well.

Wanda replies, “Nothing important.” Her eyes become increasingly focused on the dark shape, contorted and unseemly, as the two of you drew closer to it. “But it is what I’ve brought you out here to show you. I imagine you’ll be quite pleased.”

You fall behind the Sokovian as she steps forth. You dig your fingernails into a tree in an attempt to soothe your nerves. You do not know why you feel nervous, but you do. A pit has opened itself up in your stomach. Perhaps it will grow big enough for you to fall into. 

“She put up quite a fight. I got scratched up,” you hear Wanda say.

Then, you see it. A pair of boots on the figure’s body. Then hands, and a jacket. Legs and a torso. It’s a body. 

You stumble backwards and wonder how much it would hurt if you fell backwards. Would a tree impale you right through the stomach with a fallen branch? But you do not fall back. You remain standing as Wanda puts her hand on the bag around the body’s head and pulls it off.

Its identity is unknown to you for a moment, but when you step forward, its features become clear. Beyond the cut-up open wounds and purpled face, bruised and evident of a fight, you realise it is Carol. Your eyes run down her distorted figure, her hands pulled back and tied together around the stump of a tree, her legs positioned uncomfortably as she was no doubt forced down. 

You duck your head behind the tree, bile rising up in your throat as you shut your eyes tightly. But images of Carol’s beaten body replay in your mind and you force your eyes open. When you do, Wanda is standing in front of you, and this time, you do fall back.

She catches you, pulling you against her and walking you to her body. You fight against her, but Wanda has always been stronger than you. 

“This is the one feeding your friends poison,” Wanda says into your ear, “telling them I hurt Natasha and that you should break up with me.” She scoffs. “You should have read the things this bitch said, Y/N. Ridiculous. That I’m sick in the head and deranged. I’ve never heard anything further from the truth.”

Because of the way she focuses so sternly on Carol’s body, disgust stricken across her face, Wanda does not notice the way you look over at her in horror. Your entire world comes crashing in on you, its foundations melting at your feet.

“Wanda…” you speak shakily. She looks at you and is struck by confusion, her eyebrows furrowing together and her head tipping to the side as she sees your unnerved expression. “Did you…” 

You swallow, not knowing if you are strong enough to ask the question. But you know it must be asked. You know that… Carol’s body changes everything.

Forcing the words out, you ask, “Did you have something to do with Natasha disappearing?”

Wanda’s eyes darken, as they had before on the front porch when they talked, the last time you saw Natasha. 

Carol awakens, her body stirring as she repositions her legs and her body. Her hands tug on the rope tying her arms back around the tree, and she panics, her eyes darting around as she begins to recall what had happened before she was knocked unconscious. 

When her eyes meet yours, she starts sobbing out strings of ‘help’ and ‘please,’ and you’ve never felt more sick. You lurch over as you feel bile rising up your throat again, but Wanda, who seems to have snapped out of her daze, bends over to look at you. Her hand runs down your back soothingly.

“Don’t!” you choke out and push her back. “Don’t touch me. You’re crazy.”

“I’m crazy?” Wanda repeats incredulously. She steps towards Carol and takes a handful of her hair in one hand, tugging at it painfully. “What’s crazy are these god-forsaken people that won’t let me be with you! That’s crazy!”

You wipe at your tears as you continue to stumble backwards.

From her raw, scratchy throat, Carol shouts, “Run, Y/N! Get away from her!”

Wanda throws Carol’s head down forcefully, straining her neck as she steps over her ankles and walks over to you. Disguised as a stumble, Wanda steps down onto one of her ankles, a loud crackling echoing through the forest as her ankle shatters under Wanda’s heel. A guttural scream is ripped from the very depths of Carol’s lungs as she writhes against the tree. You wince at the sound, tears stinging in your eyes.

“Don’t come any closer, please! I’m-I’m warning you!” you shout pathetically, raising your hands up as your fingers tremble.

But Wanda’s voice is as soothing as it’s always been, her eyes soft as she steps closer to you, as if there wasn’t a mauled Carol Danvers tied up against a tree behind her. “My love, you’ve never spoken to me like this before,” she coos. “You don’t know what you’re saying. Come be with mommy. I thought you would be pleased, seeing her tied up like this after what she’s said about us.”

“You-You did something with Natasha. I know you did,” you sob. “A-And Carol. I trusted you, and you hurt them.”

“I did it for us,” Wanda tells you, and you wipe your tears to look at her properly. “You’ve heard what they were saying about us- about me. Do you really think people like that deserve to live in the same world as us, malyshka?” When you don’t reply right away, Wanda knows she has you. 

She catches up with you, taking your hand in hers and cupping your cheek with the other. “I would do anything for you. You are my future, my everything. There’s no one in this world who could love you as much as I do. You know that, don’t you?”

The way Wanda’s eyes met yours like it had hundreds of times before, the way she held you as if the two of you were simply in bed, the soft coo of her voice as she spoke; this was the same Wanda you’d always known, unshrouded and beautiful. You nod finally and you hear Carol cry out behind Wanda. 

“Y/N, you can’t fall for what she says!” Carol shouts. “Look at what she’s done to me, think about what she’s done to Natasha!”

The darkening of Wanda’s expression returns and she lets go of you. She walks back to Carol’s side, bends down and places a hand on either side of her face, and with one swift movement, snaps her neck. “The noisy sow,” she spits. Wanda kicks her lifeless body, watching as her head lolled to her shoulder unnaturally. She rounds the tree and begins untying the rope. “Help me bury her.”

While Wanda digs a deep pit in the forest ground, you sit by Carol’s dead body. She looks so different now. The dead look wildly different from the living. You wouldn’t have guessed. Wanda then drags Carol’s body into the deep pit. It’s about eight feet tall, four feet wide, and seven feet deep. The soil is loose, you noticed while she was digging, allowing Wanda to dig quite deep with ease.

“I’ve buried them together,” Wanda says as she’s piling dirt back on top of Carol’s body. You’re helping, a little, as you’re kicking dirt onto the pit with the side of your shoe. “Natasha on the bottom. Carol always did like people looking up to her, that narcissistic bitch.”

When the pit is completely covered, Wanda throws the shovel down with a tired huff. She walks over it to you, putting her hands on your hips and walking you backwards. “Big day for my little girl, huh?” she says, looking down at you. “I’m so proud of you, baby, helping mommy like a good girl.”

You nod happily. Proudly. 

“You ought to get a reward,” Wanda coos. She ducks down and buries her face in your neck, kissing up your skin. She turns you around so your front is pressed against the tree Carol was tied up on. Wanda’s hips grind into you from behind and you feel a bulge rub up against your ass.

Your pants and panties are pulled down to your thighs, where they slip down to your ankles. Wanda gropes your ass with both hands, fingers massaging into them painfully. She kisses the back of your neck as you squeeze your thighs together. You hear Wanda start to pull her own pants down, and a stiff strap is pressed against your ass. 

“You feel that, princess?” Wanda hums. “All for you. My perfect girl.” Her fingers run through your slit, teasing at your clit until you’re trembling against the tree and bucking your ass back into Wanda’s hips. 

It’s wrong, and you know it, getting all wet and helpless at the sight where your two friends are buried. But you truly can’t help it. Not when Wanda touches you the way she does, whispering sweet promises into your ear. 

“I’ve killed for you, baby,” she husks as she takes hold of her cock, running its tip through your sticky folds. “Who else can say that?”

You hear the way you squelch when Wanda slides the entirety of her length into you. It takes little to no resistance with the way you stretch for her, your wet pussy taking her cock like the stupid cockwhore you are. “Mama, h-hurts,” you tremble out.

“I don’t care. Take my fucking cock like the slut you are,” Wanda grits, then pulls your jaw down and spits into your mouth. You swallow as if it is in your nature to take what she gives you without question. When Wanda begins to thrust, you’re a shaking mess, your knees giving out as you slide down the tree weakly. Your body jerks into the harsh wood. It scratches into the heels of your hands as you try to hold yourself up. With a hand rounding your hips to play with your clit and the other groping your breasts, Wanda holds you up as if you were a lifeless doll.

Your head lolls back onto her shoulder as you moan out. Wanda kisses your neck, her hips thrusting up at your bare ass as you take her thick cock. 

Suddenly, Wanda steps down and gets onto her knees. She lays you atop the dry leaves that flash red and yellow before your head hits the ground and your vision blurs. Wanda is soon fucking you from behind as you try holding yourself up on the grassy plain of the forest ground. Your fingers dig into the dirt and you cry out as Wanda starts to pick up speed.

She pulls back and spanks your ass with her palm, delivering a sharp echo through the forest. “Moan as loud as you want, whore,” Wanda grunts into your ear as she lays against your back. “No one can hear you out here.” She takes ahold of your hips and slams you backwards onto her strap, applying friction to your swollen clit.

The slapping of skin sounds through the forest as grunts and whimpers find their tempo. 

“You like how mommy stretches out this pathetic little pussy, hm?” Wanda groans from above you. “Gonna fill you full of my yummy cream, and you’ll have my pups. Does that sound good, baby?” 

You shake your head against the grass, smelling the scent of wet leaves and fresh dirt. “Don’t wanna…” you moan out, drooling down against your cheek.

“Fill you full of my puppies so you’re mine forever,” she continues. “Fuck you whenever I want like the perfect little breeding bitch you are.” Wanda reaches back and slaps the side of your thigh. “That’s right, you fucking whore. Come for mommy. Show me how badly you want to be my cockslave.”

You have no choice in the way your body convulses underneath her as a harsh cry is fucked out of you, your orgasm pushing through your fragile body in violent waves. Wanda pumps your pussy full of her faux cum, her hand on her cock as she ensures to fill you to the brim. You’re nothing more than a used up hole as you ride the last moments of your high, your still back arched painfully and your ass stuck up in the air when Wanda pulls back from you. 

She stands and zips her pants up. Wanda presses several kisses to your raw, reddened ass as she pulls your panties up. She rubs her cream into your pussy through your panties. You jerk away from the contact and Wanda pulls your pants up. 

You’re pulled up from the ground and carried with an arm around your shoulders and another around the front of your hips as Wanda walks you back to her car, shovel tucked under her arm. You feel her cum ooze out of your pussy and coat your inner thighs all the way back home, where Wanda gives you a warm shower, kissing your sore body all over.

“Mommy’s here, baby,” she whispers in your ear when you wrap your arms around her in bed. “Always here to protect my sweet little girl.” Wanda sings Sokovian lullabies to you once more as she always has. The two of you fall asleep in your bed, and Wanda awakes you in the afternoon, peppering your face with soft kisses before she leaves for class.

[katethewriter]

Meet the Fam!

Summary: Natasha and Wanda have 8 children, and they love them all 25/8. 25 hours a day/8 days a week. This is an introduction to the series and this family.

Pairing: Wanda x Natasha, parents!WandaNat x daughter!reader

Words: 5.5k~

Warnings: NON CANON AU, mentions of child abuse, child neglect, and child abandonment, a very sick baby girl, emergency birth, I get a little long winded, but what’s new?

Not really a warning, just a heads up: This series obviously has A LOT of original characters, specifically child original characters. If oc’s aren’t really your thing, this one may not be for you.

Let me know if I missed some!

A/N: I had a lot of fun brainstorming and world building for this one, so I decided to share a little bit of background information before we jump into the real fic. This one is oc heavy, so I felt the need to really introduce them, so I chose to do so in headcanon/brainstorming format 🙃 Also, this is a non canon AU, so I also felt the need to give you a tidbit of WandaNat’s back ground before all the kiddos came along. Some of these are longer than others and that’s just because I felt those needed a bit explaining for context. Tell me what you think and if you want more!

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Meet the Maximoff-Romanoff’s!

Starting with moms:

Wanda Django Maximoff-Romanoff

daughter of Olek and Iryna Maximoff

twin sister of Pietro Maximoff

wife of Natasha

born in Sokovia

Her family moved to New York when she was a teenager because her father had a job opportunity.

Her mother decided to open a rather small restaurant to serve food from her country proudly.

and she does well.

Wanda starts off helping in the front of house with her brother

Eventually, she moves to the kitchen where she really learns to shine. She soaks up everything her mother has to teach her.

Once she has mastered everything on the current menu, she starts experimenting. Creating completely new dishes or taking her own Sokovian spin on traditional American foods.

Before long she is teaching her mother new recipes almost weekly. These are then added to the menu.

The restaurant really starts to thrive, pulling people from all of the city into their little hole in the wall, after a year or two of this.

Wanda is about to turn 18 and finish school. She makes a decision to continue her education at a culinary school.

She learns fast and quickly becomes a star pupil.

She gets her degree and returns to New York and helps her parents build the restaurant even further.

They do so well that they can move locations to a much larger venue, and they continue to grow in popularity and prestige. They offer authentic Sokovian food to a community that hasn’t really experienced before, along with Wanda’s masterful creations that blended well know dishes with Sokovian cuisine.

Eventually, her parents decide to take a step back. They still work in the restaurant when needed, but the management and ownership is passed to Wanda.

It’s hers. She owns it. She owns her own restaurant. It’s a dream come true.

The only thing she’s ever wanted more than this is a family of her own,

and soon enough she gets that too.

One night after most of the diners had left, Pietro drags Wanda to the front to introduce her to a friend of his.

Her brother tells her the man’s name, but Wanda doesn’t hear it. She’s too busy trying so hard not to embarrass herself in front of the gorgeous red haired woman sitting at the table with him.

After a short conversation, Wanda excuses herself and turns back to the kitchen mentally kicking herself the whole way.

“Stop it, Wanda. They were clearly on a date. She’s probably straight, so you have no chance.”

She only makes it halfway, and she is stopped by a smooth voice that makes her want to drop her panties.

She turns to find the red head smoothly introducing herself and asking for her number.

‘Natasha, a beautiful name for an even more a beautiful woman,’ Wanda thinks.

She accepts, and the rest is history.

They fall in love and get married in the city. Their families blend seamlessly. It’s almost too good to be true.

They live in the city. Wanda continues to run the restaurant, while Nat patrols.

Wanda always wanted a large family, not really as large of a family that she ended up with, but she wouldn’t change it for the world.

She carries and births 5 of their 8 children: Lena, PJ, Alex, Tommy and Billy.

When she is pregnant with the first set of twins, her and Nat make the decision to move out of the city. They buy a 5 bedroom up state.

Wanda decides to step back from the restaurant to focus on the babies for a while.

She still owns and manages it from afar, but she has a great staff, talented chefs, loyal managers, and a dedicated team to keep the restaurant on its feet and living up to reputation Wanda had built.

After Y/n and Alex are born and grow to the age they need to be in a daycare for most of the day, Wanda feels the need to get out and do something.

She receives an offer to teach at a local culinary school, and she jumps at the opportunity

She absolutely loves it.

Teaching other people as passionate about cooking as she is, watching their skills grow is exhilarating.

With the restaurant and teaching, Wanda feels a sense of peace that she can support her family and continue to support her family as it grows.

and grows and grows and grows

Natasha Alianovna Maximoff-Romanoff

the adopted daughter of Melina and Alexei Romanoff

older sister of Yelena

she was born in Russia

Her birth parents were killed in a car crash when she was very young, and she was sent to an orphanage for girls, The Red Room.

She was there for a few years before she met a little girl named Yelena, a girl much younger than her who just looked scared.

Natasha comforted and cared for her and continued to do so for a year.

It was then a man and woman came in looking to begin their family.

They were taken by Yelena. They spoke to her and played with her before picking her up.

The blonde girl looked frantically for the older girl with fury red hair, but she had gone to steal a snack from the kitchen for Yelena.

Natasha hears screaming and rushes to where she left Yelena.

Two strangers are walking towards the door with her little sister Yelena.

The blonde thrashes in their arms until she’s eventually released and runs straight to Natasha gripping her tightly.

The two of them had become very close, near inseparable.

and that was lowering their chances of being adopted. No one wants to take in two kids.

The strangers leave, and Natasha thinks that she just cost Yelena a good life with those two could have been parents.

but that chance was lost forever.

Until only a week later, when they return with an interest in both girls.

Natasha is 8 when she is adopted along with her official little sister.

They lived in Russia for a few years before moving all the way to Ohio. They stayed there for the rest of Natasha’s childhood.

Her mother Melina taught psychology at a local university. Her father became a police officer.

Somehow both Natasha and her sister decide to follow in his footsteps and become police officers as well.

Eventually Natasha decides to leave the suburban life to move to New York. She works and makes connections.

One day a friend of hers and fellow officer, Steve asks her to try a restaurant that is supposed to be amazing.

“A friend of mine is the owner’s brother; he can get us in.”

The food definitely lives up to the hype.

Natasha is already thinking of when she can come back next when a man approaches the table with a woman in tow.

The most breathtaking woman Natasha has ever seen.

Steve introduces the brother, Pietro, and he introduces his sister the head chef and owner of the restaurant.

Nat compliments the food and gets only a quiet thanks but a completely genuine smile in response.

As the woman, Wanda, walks back to the kitchen, Nat feels like she’s losing her chance.

She quickly chases her down and introduces herself properly and goes for it. By the grace of whatever god there is above, the chef accepts, and Natasha will be forever grateful she did.

She adores Wanda more and more with every interaction.

They get married and decide to start a family of their own.

Unlike her wife, Natasha has always wanted a family as large as they have.

She wanted carry children, to form new lives inside her and love them with every thing she had.

However, she carried and birthed only 1 of their 8 children.

Y/n is a miracle child. One they thought they had lost before she got a chance at conception, but she was there, hiding in plain sight.

The pregnancy that followed was a typical one more or less.

excluding the fact that her wife was also pregnant at the time.

Twice the cravings, twice the mood swings, twice the hormones and the sex drive to go with it.

Pregnancy sex is much harder to accomplish when both members have swollen stomachs.

All goes well until an emergency c-section was performed and Natasha was rushed into surgery.

When she wakes, the first thing she thinks is that she misses her baby. Her flat stomach evidence that her ride along is no longer riding along.

She instantly misses holding the child inside her. She’ll just have to convince Wanda to have a fifth child, so she can carry again.

Nat looks up to find Wanda with red eyes and a terrified expression. She can’t help but think the worst.

Her baby is gone.

“no no no no no no, please no”

Wanda quickly jumps up quelling her fears, Y/n ok, she’s here and healthy, but there was more.

“Nat, I had to make a decision.”

She explains what happened, the complication, the possible outcomes

“It was your uterus or your life.”

Wanda knows how much carrying children meant to her wife, and she had taken that from her.

Nat grieved for a moment.

Her only consistent dream in life was to fall in love and carry children.

That option is now gone

but if the other possibility was Natasha missing out on life with her wife and children, she knew Wanda made the right choice.

She carried Y/n.

She fulfilled that dream. Now, to love them for the rest of her life.

“She is ok?”

“She’s fine. Healthy and so beautiful, lyubov. She has your hair.”

Nat smiles, “that’s all that matters to me.”

She kisses her wife without a drop of resentment in her heart.

She eventually goes back on the job and just watches her children grow.

They all have different personalities, likes and dislikes.

Natasha’s favorite is when she watches them find their passion and chase it.

…now for the kiddos

Lena Iryna Maximoff-Romanoff

17 years old

one of “the big twins”

Natasha and Wanda’ very first born child

the biological daughter of Wanda and a male donor

born 18 mins before her twin Pietro

Named after her Aunt Yelena

At the age of two, she saw an old home video of Natasha dancing ballet in a recital and begged to dance like her.

She began lessons at the age of three and has danced till this day. She improves more and more with every year.

She’s very talented.

As a junior in high school, she has been recruited to dance in college even a professional ballet company showed interest in her.

However, she wants to be a lawyer.

specifically a family lawyer after witnessing the adoptions of two of her little siblings first hand

She has the grades for it. She’s not in the very top of her class, but she is not far below them.

In true first kid fashion, when she’s not dancing or studying? she is probably helping with the little kids.

not because her moms force her to

They would never force her to.

She just likes looking after them.

Once she and PJ are old enough to drive, she often times acts as a school bus picking up her siblings on her way home, after her ballet rehearsals of course.

When moms say “the big twins are in charge”

…what they mean is “Lena is in charge.”

and everyone knows it but PJ.

Pietro Leonid Maximoff-Romanoff

17 years old

“PJ”

one of the “big twins”

biological son of Wanda and a male donor

He was born 18 mins after his sister, and it kills him.

He’s named after his Uncle Pietro, but everyone calls him PJ.

It started as a family joke.

As soon as the twins were born, everyone got confused calling them both Pietro.

So little Pietro became Pietro Jr around family.

No one really knows when it got shortened to PJ, but it’s stuck ever since.

He’s a pretty calm child,

but he can be a rascal when he wants to be.

April fool’s day is his favorite day of the year.

He won’t admit it, but his little brother Alex is his best friend and often coconspirator.

He is currently a junior in high school. He does well in school, not as well as his twin, but still above average, and he’s ok with that.

Like his uncle Pietro he’s fast

like really fast

which is a huge help when he plays soccer. He finally got moved up to varsity his junior year,

and he is PUMPED about it.

He’s not really sure what he wants to do after graduation. Whether to go to college or a trade school.

If he goes to college, he has no idea what he would want to study?

Sifting through the options can be a little overwhelming.

but moms reassure him that he’s only a junior.

“There’s plenty of time to think about it.”

Y/n Alianovna Maximoff-Romanoff

15 years old

the only biological child of Natasha

They were fortunately able to use the same donor as the twins.

Originally, they thought the implantation didn’t take. Months later they learned that Natasha was in fact pregnant.

because it’s the same donor, she’s technically a half-sibling with her brothers and sister,

but she’s definitely a whole sibling you know what I mean?

lovingly nicknamed by her moms as their “secret agent”

due to her inexplicable ability to fly under the radar… since conception, literally.

Only four months older than her brother, Alex

technically making them “Irish twins”

but she’s a year ahead of him in school.

Her birthday falls just before the age cut off date between the grades. So she’s the youngest of her class, and he’s among the older in his.

Now a sophomore in high school, her grades are average, mostly because she dedicates so much of her time to music.

She is arguably the quietest out of all her siblings, with the exception of maybe Max.

except when she’s practicing her violin.

When Y/n was three, her moms asked her if she wanted to dance ballet like Lena. She just shrugged, and they let it go.

When Y/n is four, her sister Lena begged to go see a real ballet.

So moms took Y/n along too, thinking if she saw the dancers that might convince her.

While her moms and sister watched the dancers, Y/n was solely focused on the orchestra pit.

After that every time she got to pick music in the car, she asked for “ballet music” (of course, her moms knew exactly what she meant).

When she learned the names of all the instruments, her answer quickly changed to “violins please.”

For her 5th birthday she gets her first violin, she began lessons.

After 10 years of playing, she is good.

like really really good

not because she’s a prodigy or anything

She’s good because she wants to be, so she works hard for it.

Y/n practices all the time.

To the point that her siblings start to complain, especially when she first started.

As much as they hate to think it, it got a little frustrating for her moms too.

So they ask her to practice in the basement to cancel a bit of the noise.

She spends so much time down there, that when she’s 10, they redecorate the basement and turn it into Y/n’s new bedroom.

She absolutely loves it.

Lena is trying to convince Y/n to play for one of her ballet recital solos. Of course Y/n is gonna say yes, she looks up to her big sister too much not to.

Between how much time she spends in her room practicing and how quiet she can be and the whole “secret agent” thing she’s got going on, she’s prone to slipping through the cracks in terms of attention from her moms.

but Wanda and Natasha make a conscious effort to keep that from happening every chance they can.

Alexei Lev Maximoff-Romanoff

15 years old

“Alex”

biological son of Wanda and the same donor as his older siblings

He’s named after Natasha’s father, but he goes by Alex for similar to reasons to PJ.

Conceived at a point when everyone believed Natasha was not pregnant, he’s only four months younger than his sister.

So together they are kinda like Wanda and Nat’s second set of twins

…except also not.

The one thing to know about Alex, is that he is a class clown.

The class clown of all class clowns

The Class Clown King, if you will

Since he was very little, he’s always trying to make people laugh.

So much so, that it tended to get him in trouble at school with an ill-timed or disruptive joke.

Though now that he is in high school, he has managed to bring his number of detentions down to one a semester.

Only a freshman and he’s trying to start a comedy club at school.

His joking spirit is why he so easily agrees to many of PJ’s practical jokes. Sharing a room with his older brother makes their scheming even easier.

When he’s not in school or trying to make someone laugh, he likes to swim in the local swim league.

He’s not the fastest, but he manages to keep up.

Max Samuel Maximoff-Romanoff

12 years old

originally born Maxwell Jonathan Samuels VI (the sixth)

adopted by Wanda and Natasha when he is two years old

When they adopted him, they decided to keep the name he knew, except changing his middle name to a shortened version of his original last name.

not to honor his parents(you’ll see why in a second), but as more of an homage to all of the Samuels family line that made it possible for Max to even be alive today.

They weren’t exactly trying to add to their family at the time, but this little guy practically fell in their laps,

and then immediately into their hearts as well.

Nat first met Max when she and her partner at the time took a call to his house for a domestic dispute.

While trying to deescalate the situation with the man and woman, Natasha noticed a very young child watching the whole thing.

By his size, he couldn’t be but maybe a year or year and a half old max (pun intended).

He was a bit dirty which was a bit of a red flag, but between PJ and Alex, she knows how little boys can be. She decides to give his parents the benefit of the doubt on it.

Natasha’s partner took care of the parents, and she took care of little man.

First thing she noticed is that he was so sweet.

He smiled when she picked him up and played with her for a couple hours while the whole ordeal was settled and a next of kin came to pick him up.

She was called out to that address twice more.

Once for a suspicion of hard substance abuse which ended up being unfounded at the time, but the condition of the house had greatly deteriorated.

Natasha found Max alone in his room with a handful of bruises in multiple stages of healing. He was a little dirty and very hungry.

With not enough evidence to do anything more, they had to leave, but Nat put in a report to child services immediately.

She was called out there again only a few weeks later when a woman called in saying she found a missing child. A stranger found Max in only a diaper completely alone wandering outside in the street.

The blessed woman scooped him up out of harms way and sat with him on the sidewalk until police showed up.

When Natasha pulls up, he somehow recognizes her from the previous two times he’s seen her and immediately runs into her arms.

She scoops him up in a hug and walks him across the street to his house, where she finds both his parents passed out on the couch clearly intoxicated.

While she is happy to see sweet Max again, it’s safe to say Nat’s angry.

She’s absolutely enraged.

She arrests both parents on the spot for child neglect with a suspicion of child abuse (three strikes, am I right?)

Natasha hates to part with the little guy, but he is taken into child services until his parents situation is figured out.

A few months later, Max’s parents where also charged with several drug charges along with the child abuse and neglect charges.

They were found guilty on all and will be in prison for a very, very long time,

and Max was being put up for adoption.

The day she heard that, Natasha went home and after the kids were asleep, she all but begged Wanda to consider.

“He’s the sweetest kid.”

“His parents were screaming at each other in the other room and he was just happy to play with me.”

“He recognized me.”

“He spent all day alone in the sun, but he smiled and ran straight to me.”

“You’d love him, detka.”

It didn’t take much convincing to have her wife agreeing to consider,

and after only one visit with Max, Wanda’s decided he is theirs.

The two mothers spent a few hours playing with the boy inside the child services center.

He ended up falling asleep in Wanda’s arms. She hated the thought of him waking up without them there.

She hated the thought of leaving this building without him even more,

but the visit was over.

Nat and Wanda both kissed his head and whispered to the sleeping boy, assuring they will see him again soon, and one day they’ll be together for good.

Many visits and several weeks later, they finally take him home.

Max’s four older siblings loved him on sight. They all wanted to play with him and fought over who got to sit next to him at the dinner table.

He fits in like he was always meant to be there, because he was.

He is a total snuggle bug which his moms savor before he gets older and reaches out for them less.

However as he grows up and gets more independent, he keeps his sweet nature.

If he sees someone is sad or not feeling well, he always does something to make them smile and feel a little better.

When his little brothers were born, he was moved into the room with his older brothers.

He’s happy because that makes him one of the big kids now!

Like Alex, he likes to swim.

He is definitely the most supportive kid on the team. At swim meets he is constantly running around trying to cheer on all of his friends during their different races.

Now I know no one can know the future, but he’s gonna be a nurse when he grows up.

Trust me on this one.

He knows about his birth parents.

Where they are, why they’re there(as much as a child needs to know and as much as his moms think is appropriate), but he has no memory of them or his adoption.

If he’s asked, he’d probably tell you he’s always been a Maximoff-Romanoff.

Really he was, even before they met him, he belonged with them.

Thomas Ivan Maximoff-Romanoff

7 years old

“Tommy”

one of the “little twins”

biological son of Wanda and a male donor

older twin brother of Billy,

but he’s born only 2 minutes before his brother, so “older twin” doesn’t really mean much here.

If these two had been Natasha and Wanda’s first set of twins, there’s a high possibility they would have been their last kids.

It’s not like they are terrible trouble makers, they are just so rambunctious.

So much energy compacted into so small bodies.

They are the typical set of brothers.

They like to play rough and can be very rowdy. They run around outside and get dirty and catch bugs. Then sometimes, they are so focused on a video game, there is no getting through to them.

The moment Tommy learned to walk, he ran all. the. time.

and he runs fast.

Almost faster than PJ, but unlike his brother, he doesn’t want to really play sports, like soccer or football where speed would be a favorable tool.

No, he doesn’t like the objectives and the rules and trying to get a ball in a net or across a line.

He just likes to run really fast in one direction.

Luckily this year he’s old enough to start running track, which is the perfect extra curricular for him.

Currently he’s in grade school, and he hates when his teachers seem to pay more attention to him than some of the other kids.

“It’s because I’m not as smart as Billy. That’s why they hate me!”

but that’s not true, his moms reassure him.

“You are twins, not clones. You have different strengths, and that is perfectly fine. They just want to help you utilize yours.”

William Olek Maximoff-Romanoff

7 years old

“Billy”

one of the “little twins”

biological son of Wanda and a male donor

younger twin brother of Tommy

It was Natasha who first brought up the idea of having another baby.

The twins were 10, Y/n and Alex were 8, Max was 5,

and suddenly baby fever set in.

“just one more, detka please”

…well “just one more” turned out to be 2 more.

At the first ultrasound, Nat almost passed out much to Wanda’s amusement.

“You knew twins run in my family.”

Just like that their family of 7 became a family of 9.

The older kids, especially Lena, love to help out. “Baby duty” was the only favorable chore.

Very early, they could tell that Billy was smart.

exceptionally smart

As he went through school, this became very apparent.

his scores? highest in the class.

He does extra credit he didn’t need.

Oh, the science fair? He won that.

every year.

He even sometimes sneaks Tommy the answers to their homework when moms aren’t looking. Of course, they notice it every time.

He is one of the strongest players on the chess team.

Nat loves to sit and play chess with him.

When she was first teaching him, she would let him win every now and again. Now, sometimes she has to actually work to keep up with him.

Out of all Wanda’s children, Billy is the one who will never decline to watching sitcoms with her.

When he’s not running around with Tommy, he’s probably hiding somewhere with his nose in a book.

Anastasia Melina Maximoff-Romanoff

3 years old

sometimes referred to as Ana

adopted by Wanda and Natasha when she is only three months old.

Like before, they weren’t looking to have another child.

They were actually against it almost.

7 kids=101 kids, at least that’s what it feels like.

“No more” they agreed.

Then Bruce, a friend of theirs who works as a doctor in the local hospital, asks Wanda to cater an event at the hospital, which her restaurant doesn’t normally do, but for a friend of course she makes an exception.

When she arrives to set up for the event, she goes to find Bruce and he is clearly upset about something.

After some prompting, he begins tell Wanda about the newborn baby girl that was dropped on the steps of the hospital.

She had a cleft lip and a severe lung infection (which she shouldn’t have survived) that will probably leave her with lasting breathing difficulties.

They’ve been treating her for almost 2 months. Her condition is improving, but her lungs are too weak for her to be released.

Worse than that, she is up for adoption, and the process is not going well.

The caseworker assured the hospital that a newborn would be adopted almost immediately, but a month goes by and no one comes.

Not even a case worker has come to visit this tiny girl fighting for her life.

Bruce is so frustrated because he just got off the phone with the caseworker who told him that essentially she’s on the “unwanted list”.

Because of her health issues, she is a less desirable child for adopting parents.

They tell him, these kids usually stay in the system until they age out.

Wanda’s heart drops at the idea of an innocent child never having parents because of a condition that she has no control over.

Bruce shows her a picture of a beautiful baby girl with an oxygen mask and tubes seemingly all over her body. She wears a beanie that is stitched with the name Jane

“How did you know her name?”

Bruce looks down sheepishly, “we don’t… one of the nurses makes them for the Jane Doe’s”

That makes Wanda angry.

She doesn’t even have a name.

After the event, Wanda goes home and breaks down as she lays in bed. Nat holds her, and Wanda sobs as she tells the story.

At the end, they share a look. No words are spoken but a conversation is definitely held.

The mothers decide to think it over for a while.

Less than a week later, they call their case manager.

The process is fast, way faster than Max’s adoption.

It’s like the agency is scared to lose prospective parents for an “unwanted child.”

Nat and Wanda hate that term.

They want their daughter off that list.

She is wanted fiercely.

Two weeks later, they sign the papers.

Anastasia Melina is officially theirs.

She spends another month in the hospital. While the kids are at school, Wanda spends all day with their baby sister. Nat always stops to see Anastasia before she goes home after work. Being friends with their daughter’s doctor helps them sneak around visiting hours.

After the adoption, Anastasia’s condition improves quickly.

Like she knows she has a home and family now, and she can’t be with them until she’s better.

Finally she is strong enough to leave the hospital.

They take her home, and begin life as a family of 10.

Once home Anastasia thrives.

After a surgery for her lip and breathing treatments multiple times a day to strengthen her lungs, she looks nothing like the frail baby in the picture Bruce showed Wanda.

She grows up as the family’s little Princess. Only 3 years old, she is not letting asthma keep her down.

Her big sisters cherish her, finally not just the two of them with all those brothers.

As for all those brothers… let’s just say she has 5 built in personal body guards, and she loves them all.

She absolutely adores her big sisters.

She wants to dance ballet like Lena.

One day, she put on her tutu and little ballet slippers she got for her birthday and ran to Lena.

“I do bawet(ballet) pwease?”

Happily her big sister complies.

She teaches her positions and light warm ups that she’s seen the coaches teach the little little dancers.

Unknown to them Nat watches silently from the doorway, heart full to the brim.

Sometimes if she can hear music coming from Y/n’s door, she will sneakily open the door and dance in the living room to the music.

One day someone closes the door while she’s dancing. So she scoots down the stairs to Y/n’s room.

“Can I dance to your bawet music?”

She squeals when her sister says yes. Anastasia twists around the room while Y/n continues practicing.

Y/n was actually about to quit for the day when Ana came down, but instead she played until the toddler was worn out.

“Can you pway Ewsa?”

Not wanting to tell her no, Y/n plays Let It Go by ear giving it her best try. It’s not perfect, but apparently more than enough for her little sister.

The toddler quickly drags her upstairs to show Mommy. As Anastasia and Wanda listen to her play, she is heard playing throughout the house.

Lena looks up from the couch and asks if she can play a Taylor Swift song. Again Y/n plays by ear and memory.

This rapidly evolved into a kind of game where the family sat and just kept suggesting songs for Y/n to play at random. For the most part she kept up.

After that, the activity would pop up in family game nights every now and again. always requested for by Anastasia.

and let’s be real, no one can say no to her.

She loves all things pink, and lives up to her nickname of Princess. She loves dress up and make believe.

She is a gem the family didn’t know they were missing.

She is a total Mama and Mommy’s girl, which is perfectly fine for them.

They soak it up knowing for sure this is the very last time they will have a child this young again.

Part One: Just a Typical Morning

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POP QUIZ! NO CHEATING!!!

(for those who’ve read this far)

Who can name all 8 kids WITHOUT checking the list again?

Bonus points if they’re in order. Extra bonus points if you get middle names too.

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Crash Part Two

Pairings: dad!bucky x daughter!reader, mom!natasha x daughter!reader, uncle!steve x reader, wanda x reader (platonic)

Summary: Your parents, Bucky and Natasha meet you at the hospital, but when they hear the doctor's prognosis, all hope seems lost.

word count: 2112

warnings: hospitals, crying, cursing, lack of taking care of oneself, general angst with fluff in the end.

A/N: I got a couple requests for a part two and I'm so happy you guys liked the first one!! I want to keep writing on here so if anyone has requests in general, I'd love to do them!

(Also, Natasha is able to have kids in this.)

"Where is she?!" Bucky stormed into the Emergency Room, instantly seeing Natasha looking a wreck in the waiting room. Nat stood, softly placing a hand on Bucky's chest, "She's still in surgery. They uhm..they said it could take a couple hours to remove the glass from her stomach."

The dam holding Bucky's emotions up broke. He sunk back into a chair, tears streaming down his face as Natasha sobbed into his chest. You were his baby girl. Ever since you were little he wanted nothing but to protect you from the cruel world, and now you were fighting for your life to stay in it.

"She's gonna be okay Buck." Steve nodded, attempting to make the situation a little lighter. But everyone knew it wasn't working out too well.

Natasha lifted her head from her husband's chest, "Wanda is doing okay also. She had to get around eighteen stitches total but they said she can be discharged tomorrow." Bucky nodded, not quite listening as he stared at the swinging doors, just waiting for the doctor to walk out and tell them you would be okay. He would give anything to make sure you were okay and alive.

Hours passed, four to be exact and the three were still sitting there, waiting. Olek and Iryna had come by a little after Bucky and Steve showed up. Natasha was scared they would be mad but thankfully they were just grateful no one had died. After checking up on Wanda, the three still sat in the waiting room, in silence waiting for news to come.

"Excuse me." An officer slowly walked up to the three, holding out his hand to shake. Steve took the opportunity, cutting the very obvious tension. "Are you Y/n Barne's parents?"

Natasha and Bucky stood, bobbing their heads up and down in agreement, "Yes we are." The young officer gave them a sad smile, "I'm officer Torres. We would just like you to know the man that hit your daughter and her friend head-on is now being held in interrogation and we are adamant about pressing charges." Natasha gulped, wiping the tears from her eyes with her sleeve. "And why did he..what was the uhm.." "Why the hell did he crash into them?" Bucky finished, making Natasha nod.

Officer Torres pulled his phone out, showing the three the man's mugshot. "John Walker. He was crawling from the car that hit yours. His breathalyzer test was 0.10." Bucky looked up from the phone, "Why are you telling us this? Doesn't he have certain rights that don't allow information to be shared?" Torres nodded, "Yes, and of course take your time. But if you want to press charges, do it fast, because he's slippery."

"What do you mea-" "Y/n Barne's family?"

The two ran over to the doctor followed by Steve who collectively disregarded Toress.

"Were her parents." Buck held Nat close to him, both of them fighting off tears as they waited for the doctor to speak.

"I'm Doctor Grey, I operated on your daughter." The woman stuffed her cap into her pocket, leading the two to sit down a couple seats away. At this point, they were fearing the worst.

"We were able to stop the bleeding after extracting the almost twelve-inch shard of glass from her abdomen." They listened, however hearing a 'but' coming their way.

"But.." Doctor Gray countered. There it is.

"But what?" Natasha's voice cracked, thinking of the inevitable.

"But she went into shock. We were able to get her heartbeat on a steady rhythm until something went wrong. Sometimes the body just doesn't have enough strength for traumatic events."

Bucky gulped, not wanting to hear if he would be planning his daughter's funeral. "Is she..." He trailed off, however, relieved when Dr. Grey shook her head.

"She's made it through, but is in a coma."

The first part of her sentence made the couple's hearts soar, until the doctor spoke at the end, making them cling to each other in desperation. "She's what?" Natasha mumbled, fisting her husband's henley in her hands.

"We have a good enough look at her brain to know she will wake up, it's just a matter of when." "And how long could it be?" Bucky questioned, placing a kiss on Natasha's forehead.

"That we don't know. She has to do this herself. Her body has to fight." The Doctor laid a hand on Natasha's shoulder, standing with the couple in tow. "Would you like to see her?" The two nodded hastily, about to walk through with Steve behind.

"Oh I'm sorry," Dr. Grey shook her head, "Only two visitors in the ICU at a time." Steve lifted his hand in acceptance, "It's okay. I'll check on Wanda and her parents." "Are you sure, Steve?" Bucky asked, wanting his friend to be by his side. Steve had seen you born. He had even been there for you when Bucky couldn't because of missions. He was basically a third parent, and Natasha definitely liked to tease Bucky about it.

But being the humble person Steve was, he nodded, "Go see her. I'll be here when you get back." Bucky gave Steve one last hug, "I'll keep you updated."

They exchanged one last look before Dr. Grey walked them through the doors and into the ICU wing.

Natasha and Bucky's faces dropped as soon as they saw their little girl laying in that hospital bed. Wires stuck to your chest, an IV in your hand, and an oxygen tube down your throat.

Bucky led the two over to your beside as Nat sat down beside you. "Oh, baby," Your mom spoke, stroking your hair as tears flowed freely down her cheeks. Bucky pulled up a chair, taking your hand in his. You were so cold, looking so fragile. Not even as a baby did you seem so frail. Like if he pulled or yanked a little too hard you would fall apart.

"You said she uh.." Bucky looked up to Doctor Grey as she was going through some paperwork, "She will wake up, right?" Bucky hated sounding so weak, so..fragile. But the one good thing in his life besides Natasha was you. You were the light of his life. The person who gave his life meaning from the horrors of his past. Yet now that light was dimming, and he didn't know how to fix it.

She nodded, "Yes. We will continue to check up on her brain functions but looking at where they are now.." The doctor looked at the hopeful couple, not wanting to destroy their longing in her words. "It's up to her." She placed the paperwork under her arm, walking from the room after letting the two know to ask if they needed anything.

"She's gonna wake up." Nat nodded, looking back at Bucky, "She has to wake up." The redhead fell into her husband, clinging to his shirt as she sobbed.

Natasha's composure wasn't easily broken. She was a Russian spy with perfect combat and mental skills. Crying didn't come easily to her. Especially when the tears were for you. What was once a dream of having children turned into a reality when she saw those two little lines after coming home from a mission.

Bucky and her took off time from Avenging to raise you. They wanted all of their time to go into their little bundle of joy, which meant not saving lives for a while. Yet when you were around seven they started going again. This is when Steve got more in the picture and Yelena even helped you train. Nat was against it at first but in the end, it was a good decision. She knew she would dread the day you'd have to use it but they had too many enemies to leave you defenseless.

They never thought you'd have to fight against a car, however.

"Come on," Bucky moved Nat to the spare cot in the corner of the room, maneuvering her body onto his. The two looked over at you, eyelids falling heavy until sleep consumed them.

"You need to wake up, babydoll." Bucky pleaded for the millionth time. he held your hand, the pulse in your wrist keeping his a little saner. "I need you." He nodded, "Mom needs you. Wanda and Steve do too." Looking over to the candy basket Yelena had sent, "Aunt Lena is worried sick no matter how much she hides it with humor."

Bucky let out a sob, his head collapsing onto your stomach, "I need you back in my arms, arguing with me about curfew and watching to watch the Twilight movies over and over again." He lifted his head, looking at your stoic face, "Please wake up.."

"Come on, Buck. You need to go home and get some sleep." Steve attempted and quickly failed once again. Bucky shook his head, "No. I won't leave her here alone."

It had been two months since the accident. For two full months, you had been asleep. And two months Bucky and Natasha had been in agony.

"I'll stay here with her." Steve placed a hand on his best friend's shoulder. "She won't be alone."

The brunette looked up, "I don't want her waking up alone. I want to be here." Steve sat down in front of him, pleading. "You need sleep, you need to eat, and you need to take care of yourself. Bucky tried to object only for Steve to hold up his hand. "Natasha is at home asleep. She can come back here while you rest."

It took a minute but Bucky let out a breath, standing and walking over to your sleeping figure. "I'll be back doll." He leaned down, kissing the crown of your head and holding himself there. A tear fell onto your hair but he only wiped it away as Steve led him from the room. "Go. Take a shower, get a sandwich." The brunette waved his friend off, stumbling from the hospital and to his bike.

Steve walked back in, sitting by your bed and holding your hand. "You need to wake up, kiddo. For all of us."

"She's waking up!! Get me the Doctor Grey!!" A nurse shouted, scurrying around the room. Your eyes were wide, watching everyone around you in a panic. The heart monitor was beeping off the walls and you couldn't seem to talk. All you wanted at this moment were your parents. Your mom and dad but you couldn't see them.

"What's happening?!"

Steve! You saw your Uncle Steve walk in with a cup of coffee in his hand, asking questions with a worried expression covering his features.

"Alright, Yn, I'm Doctor Grey." You felt the woman lifting your upper torso with the bed, standing above you. "I'm gonna take this tube out, alright?" You did your best to nod, watching as she stripped the tape from under your nose. "Take a deep breath in." You did as she said. "One more." You did again.

"Alright, one more deep breath." And right when you inhaled, she snatched the tube, quickly and steadily removing it from your throat. "Cough it out." She rubbed your back as you choked and hacked loudly.

"Where are my-" You tried to clear your voice but the raspy feeling made it harder to talk. "Here's some water." A nurse lifted a plastic cup to your lips, letting you gulp the cool water down to soothe your throat.

"Steve.." You rasped out, instantly being tackled in a bear hug by your uncle. "Oh, you're okay!" He let out a deep breath, holding the back of your head to his chest. You let out a laugh, "What the hell happened?"

He pulled away, grabbing his phone from the table. "I'll let your parents explain, okay?" You nodded, laying your head back as exhaustion overtook your body.

"Oh, baby!" Natasha ran through the door, at your side in an instant. "Hey mom." You reciprocated her hug, breathing in the warm vanilla scent she always smelled like.

When she pulled away, sobbing, your dad sat down beside her, "Hey, doll." You smiled, pulling you in for a hug, "Hi dad."

His large arms covered you as he pulled you in his embrace. "You're awake doll." You nodded, mumbling into his chest, "I heard you. Talking to me." Bucky looked down at you, tears filling his eyes.

"I'm glad your okay, doll." He held you close to him, "I'm glad you're okay."

"Hey, dad." Bucky hummed as you raised your head to look at him.

"I'm sorry I crashed your car." Bucky let out a laugh, "It's okay doll." "Really?" "Mhm." He nodded, smiling "But I am never letting you drive an expensive car again."

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Hi can I just say first I’m in love w every one of your fics!!

Can I make a request for the reader being a childhood friend of the Maximoffs who gets healing powers and saves Pietro when he’s shot by Ultron, but it takes a lot out of her. They’ve liked each other for a while but never admitted it until weeks later at the compound when she’s finally getting back her strength and he confesses? + maybe some smut after years of pining 😩

saved - p.m.

pairing: pietro maximoff x fem! reader

summary: you didn’t know anyone you were closer with than pietro, and you’d do anything to save him. even if it takes everything out of you.

word count: 5,614

tw: kissing. mention of blood and death.

a/n: hi anon! thanks so much for the request! i love this idea!!! i'm such a whore for some mutual pining. i didn’t do much smut stuff, only because i’m in a place at the moment where i feel like it wouldn’t be adequate writing... and my schedule is swamped so i didn’t really have time. i hope this was alright!

GROWING UP IN Sokovia had shaped the way you lived your life. Some might suggest that it was the culture; the holidays you celebrated, the food you consumed, the values instilled upon you, even the way you greeted your elders. But you always knew it was the people that had done it all. Specifically, your two best friends: Wanda Maximoff and Pietro Maximoff.

Fraternal twins, they were, and special ones at that. Wanda was a little bit more timid that Pietro was, and she had a sharp tongue that could cut you real bad if you weren't careful. Pietro was personable, flirtatious, and effortlessly charming; he could get you out of any situation, and had always been able to make your heart skip a beat without moving a muscle. That was the only part that had never changed after the missiles came in.

When the STARK missiles came in and bombed Sokovia, you had been one of the lucky ones. One had struck right in your backyard, and you had managed to escape unscathed (for the most part), but the rest of your town had not been so fortunate. Both your parents and Olek and Iryna, the two heads of the Maximoff family, were killed in the attacks. Wanda and Pietro, the only two in the house that survived, had to hide underneath a bed for two whole days in fear that one of the remaining missiles would be set off.

Both of the twins changed significantly after that. The three of you stayed close friends, and grew closer after the events, but something shifted; whether it be the decreasing frequency of Wanda’s witty comments or the halting of flirtatious winks and gestures from Pietro, you knew that each of them had suffered greatly from the traumatic events they were forced to go through at such a young age. You, too, had gone through it, but your experience simply could not compare to theirs. You had enough sense to recognize that.

Thus, the three of you were orphaned at age 10. You were not a Maximoff, but being their closest friend, it seemed you might as well have been. This tragic event lead Pietro and Wanda to grow up slightly more rebellious, being only loyal to one other, however that held one exception — you.

You did everything with one another. Wanda was like a sister you never had, a girl with a powerful soul and a passion for her friends and family like no other. It would be strange to say Pietro was like a brother, for there had always been something different about him. He was like a puzzle waiting to be solved, however he was one of the most genuinely good people you had ever met, and you seemed to always feel safe around him. Not to mention he was cute.

And then came H.Y.D.R.A. When you had all turned 18, you decided to volunteer to be apart of their official experiments. They had told you that they were fighting for the future of Sokovia, and would change the world. They explained that although not everyone was on their side, that they could be trusted and were the good guys in the end. Foolishly, the three of you believed them.

In the end, the three of you miraculously were the only ones who survived the experiments they did; they used the Mind Stone, striking you with it and trying to see what effect it might have on you. Wanda seemed to connect with it the most, but that didn’t mean it didn’t change something within you and Pietro, as well. 

Whether this wad good or bad, you weren’t sure, but the three of you ended up with enhanced, superhuman powers. Wanda was gifted with telekinesis, energy manipulation, and some form of neuroelectric interfacing that allows her to both read thoughts and control them. 

You and Pietro, however, did not get as fancy ones as hers. Pietro was gifted with the ability to move at a superhuman speed, as well as strength and durability (it had also turned his hair silver). You were gifted with powers to heal and to grow; the grass sprouted when you walked, flowers blooming, wounds healing. You started with paper-cuts, then scraps, then gashes, then bullet wounds, and so on and so forth.

Despite the three of you gaining special abilities, it did not help much with your current situation in Sokovia; the country was poor as can be, and those who had money did not do much to help others with it. So you and Pietro decided to use your powers to an advantage. It helped that you made a great team.

“Go, go! I can only cover it for so long!” you whisper-hissed to him, as an array of leaves and other vegetation formed almost a barrier over the security cameras and windows; Pietro sped around the house, grabbing everything he could, whether it be food, clothes, toys, you name it.

“Got it!” he called, and with your free hand, you tossed him the backpack you carried. He unzipped it with fervor and stuffed all of the stolen items inside. “Okay, that’s it, I think.”

“Okay, let’s go, then,” you said, and when he bent his knees, you hopped onto his back. You dropped your hands, causing the leaves to slowly uncover the cameras and windows, but before anything could catch sight of the pair of you, Pietro sped the both of you out, leaving not a trace behind. 

Later that evening, you unpacked the things in one of the many plazas of Sokovia, where the pair of you handed the items out to the other citizens. Many times it was medications for the elders, however sometimes it was balls and toys for children, or warm coats for when it got cold (God knew it got cold in Sokovia!). 

“There you go,” Pietro said politely, handing a stack of winter clothes to an older looking couple. They thanked him and went on their way. While you handed a beat-up looking soccer ball to a young boy, Pietro grabbed one of the medication bottles and looked at it. “Ah, those the right ones?”

“Yeah,” the old man confirmed.

“The doctor who refilled it... no more insurance hassle,” Pietro reassured him, closing the mans fingers around the bottle with a warm expression. “I made a house call.”

“How much?” the man asked. You got to your feet and shook your head.

“Oh, no,” you told him. “Just take it, okay?”

“Thank you,” the man said gratefully. “Thank you so much.”

“This is for your brother,” Pietro said, holding a soccer ball, this time speaking to a younger blonde woman with smooth skin and rosy lips. Your eyes flickered between Pietro and her for a moment before turning back around with a frown. 

“Thank you,” she said graciously.

“And this,” Pietro started. He then handed her a skimpy, silver flapper dress. “Is not for your brother.”

“Oh! No, this is...” the woman said, taken aback, grabbing the dress by the straps with a flustered expression. “This is too...”

“Is every girl in Sokovia getting as dress from Paris?” Wanda interjected as she walked by. “At least Gertie’s looked warm.”

“At least Gertie got a dress,” you commented, stepped past Pietro so you could walk alongside Wanda. Pietro pursed his lips at you. “What?"

“Erm...” Pietro scoffed, shifting his eyes to the blonde woman. “She’s kidding.”

You snickered under your breath, trading sly looks with Wanda as the pair of you walked away from the scene. Pietro, however, jogged to catch up with the pair of you, looking smug.

“You’re just jealous you’re not getting a dress,” Pietro told Wanda.

“You two keep stealing, and you’re going to get shot!” she told the pair of you, and the sly look left your face. You frowned, glancing up at Pietro, who only scoffed. Wanda whacked him on the shoulder. “I mean it. At speed, nothing can touch you, but standing still...”

“Do you think I want to be?” Pietro halted walking, stopping right in front of you and Wanda. “You said ‘Wait.’ I’m waiting. I don’t know for what! We had Stark helpless, all these years, and you—”

“Costel!” called a woman’s voice from behind the three of you. You turned your heads to look, to see the blonde woman from earlier running up to her young son, who had been coming back from the opposite direction. “Costel, where did you go?”

“The Church,” Costel replied. He then shifted his eyes to the three of you. “The man says you need to come to the Church.”

“What man?” you asked him skeptically. He shifted anxiously to his left.

“The Iron Man,” he replied. Pietro turned his head to face the pair of you, surprised. You pursed your lips and traded a glance with Wanda; she nodded. 

The walk to the Church was not long, considering most large buildings in Sokovia where moderately close to one another, and the biggest Church in the country was only a ten minute walk from the plaza. You shivered from the cold night’s air, goosebumps raising on your arms and neck. Pietro glanced down at you; the pair of you had fallen behind Wanda, who seemed to be walking like she was on a mission.

“Are you cold?”

“Huh?” you shifted your e/c eyes to look at Pietro.

“Are you cold?” he repeated gently. He gestured to your bare arms. “You look cold.”

“Oh, I’m fine,” you reassured him, but it seemed he didn’t care abut your answer, for he was already shrugging off his jacket. He handed it over to you, and when you didn’t take it, he draped it over your shoulders.

“Put it on,” he told you firmly. “I know you are cold.”

You tilted your head up to look at him (since when had he gotten so tall?), sending him a look, and begrudgingly you slipped your arms into the sleeves. It was more oversized on you than you imagined, but you supposed the amount of muscle he had grown over the years was more extreme than you had realized. The jacket was warm and smelled like the cologne he had probably stolen; you pulled it closer to you as the three of you entered the Church.

Inside of the Church was Ultron, an Iron Legion created by the combined efforts of Bruce Banner and Tony Stark in an attempt to achieve world peace. When the three of you spoke with Ultron, he claimed to be on a mission to destroy the Avengers, saving the world in the process. With your hatred for Stark, the three of you agreed without hesitation, for it would be the perfect opportunity to avenge your parents as well as help others in the process. What could go wrong?

Turns out, a lot. In the end, after various fights with the Avengers, you learned Ultron’s ulterior motive: the iron legion had decided that mass extinction was only way to achieve true world peace. He sought out to destroy all of human life, and replace it all with that of metal. 

After a rather detrimental fight, one that risked your lives more than once, you teamed up with the Avengers — something none of you would have dreamed of doing the day before. Pietro and Wanda may have been siblings, but when in the heat of the battle, you and Pietro made the best team; you worked fluidly with one another, no hiccups, no trips. Even Steve Rogers had complimented the pair of you on your ability to rely on one another.

“Guess we were made for each other,” Pietro had commented, shooting you a wink. Your face had heated up, and you grinned back at him before averting your eyes downwards. Even after everything, it seemed he could still make you flustered with just a single comment. Couldn’t he see what it did to you?

Pietro was often rather impulsive during a fight. You were used to looking after him, which was why the two of you worked so well with one another, but it was often an issue due to his ability to run off and do things so quickly. You had not talked to him about shooting a gun into the air in an attempt to get people to evacuate, nor did you think telling the citizens to, “Get off their asses,” was a very wise idea. But it worked, so you supposed you couldn’t complain too much.

“The city is… falling apart,” you had said, pressing a finger to your earpiece. “Like… literally…”

“Really? I didn’t notice,” said Steve’s voice sarcastically. You scoffed.

“Do you see?” came a booming, technological voice from above. You and Pietro shifted your horror-filled gazes upwards, inside the sky, where Ultron hovered above. “The beauty of it, the inevitability. You rise, only to fall. You, Avengers, you are my meteor, my swift and terrible sword and the earth will crack with the weight of your failure. Purge me from your computers, turn my own flesh against me. It means nothing. When the dust settles, the only thing living in this world will be metal.”

“Oh, god,” you muttered. Pietro said nothing. “Robots. Taking over the world. Never actually thought this would happen.”

“It won’t, and it isn’t,” Pietro reassured you lowly. And then, stepping towards you, he placed an arm tightly around your torso and said, “We need to move.”

And then, you were off. Pietro ran the both of you towards a different part of the city, and although it wasn’t much safer, he pulled off to the side into a nearby alleyway. When he stopped running, he doubled over, clutching his abdomen and panting.

“You alright?” you asked him gently. He nodded his head, still panting, but looked up at you and gave you a charming grin.

“Yeah,” he breathed. “Just need to catch my breath.”

“Come on, then,” you told him, “We kind of have to save the world, now, so catch your breath later.”

“Anything for you,” he said in response, winking, before running the pair of you off again.

“Stark, you worry about bringing the city back down safely. The rest of us have one job: tear these things apart,” said Steve’s voice from within your earpieces. Pietro had opened his mouth to reply to you, but clamped it shut at the sound of the Captain. “You get hurt, hurt 'em back. You get killed, walk it off.”

“Y’hear that?” you said to Pietro, who squinted up at you, still panting. “Gotta walk it off. Let’s move.”

“You’re tough!” He breathed, grabbing you again and letting out a sharp exhale. “Okay, whatever you say.”

“All right, we’re clear here,” said Clint’s voice from the earpiece.

“We’re not clear!” said Steve. “We are very not clear!”

“Wanda,” you heard Pietro’s voice said as you sped along and caught sight of Clint and Wanda. “Dragă, I need my other arm so I can grab her, okay?”

“Fine by me,” you let go of his other shoulder, and he sped up to his sister so he could let her hand onto him as well before he sped the both of you off. 

“The next wave's gonna hit any minute,” said Steve’s voice. “What have you got, Stark?”

“Well, nothing great,” said Tony. “Maybe a way to blow up the city. That'll keep it from impacting the surface if you guys can get clear.”

 “I asked for a solution, not an escape plan,” said Steve.

“Impact radius is getting bigger every second,” Tony told them. “We're going to have to make a choice.” 

The three of you Steve and Natasha, who were standing right at the edge of the city. But as they approached, you caught sight of a giant sort of jet, with tons of people on it, and you could see life-boat type vehicles shooting out from the sides. Pietro stood beside Steve, watching the ship with giddy, almost childlike eyes.

“This is S.H.I.E.L.D.?” He asked in awe.

“This is what S.H.I.E.L.D.’s supposed to be,” Steve replied as you and Clint jogged up to join them.

“This is not so bad,” Pietro said with a chuckle. You ran up to his side where Clint went… elsewhere, you weren’t really paying attention. You glanced up at Pietro, only to see a rather large wound on the side of his arm.

“You’re bleeding,” you said, eyes widening. He glanced at you, and then at his wound, and then back at you, still grinning.

“It is not bad,” He told you. “Like a paper-cut, really.”

“You’re okay, though?”

“How many times do I have to tell you not to worry about me?” Pietro gave you a lopsided grin. “My cuts heal extra fast, remember? I don’t even need you to heal them for me.”

“Just making sure,” you muttered, looking away from him. He bumped shoulders with you.

“I am fine,” he reassured you. “Thanks for looking out for me.”

“Sure thing,” you grinned at him. “Nerd.”

“You’re the nerd!”

“Let’s load ‘em up,” Steve announced. They began loading up as many Sokovians as they could into the boats and onto the jet, ushering them inside and off of the crumbling land.

“Avengers,” came Tony’s voice in her earpiece as she shut the door to the jet full of people and waved it off. “Time to work for a living.”

You cursed under your breath, slinging up vines and swinging yourself towards where the rest of the team was. When you arrived at the abandoned church, you saw Thor, Tony, and Vision already there. Just as you arrived, Pietro had too, as well as Wanda, Cap, and Clint.

“You good?” Pietro asked Wanda just as she arrived.

“Yeah,” She breathed, touching his arm for a second as though to make sure he was still there before they began the fight again.

“Romanoff,” Tony said through the earpiece. “You and Banner better not be playing ‘hide the zucchini.’”

“Relax, shellhead,” said Natasha. “Not all of us can fly. What’s the drill?”

“This is the drill,” Tony said as Natasha jogged in, gesturing towards the whirring metal machine in the center of the church. “If Ultron gets a hand on this core, we lose.” 

“Uhm...guys...” you said uneasily, glancing over on the opposite side of the church, where not only did Hulk crash in, but Ultron had flown down from above, hovering a few yards away.

“Is that the best you can do?” Thor asked in a fit of rage. Ultron simply lifted a hand up, causing all of the Iron Legion’s to turn away from the city and rush towards the Avengers. You huffed, blowing a piece of hair out of your face.

“You had to ask,” Steve said to Thor, gazing up at all of the Iron Legions.

“This is the best I can do,” Ultron told them dramatically. “This is exactly what I wanted. All of you, against all of me. How could you possibly hope to stop me?”

“Well,” Tony said. “Like the old man said. Together.”

And with that, a fight. Stronger than the last, the gravity of it waving over their heads as the team fought back against the tens of Iron Legions barraging them. You didn’t even have time to think about anything you were doing; you just had to do, and if you didn’t, you had to get yourself together. It was getting to the point that no one could say anything, and no one could even tell what the others were doing. They just needed to have enough trust in one another that they’d know they were doing the right thing at the right time. There were lasers and beams and blasts and red wisps and vines and flashes of blue and silver. And miraculously, all of them were still standing. 

You turned your head to the outside of the church in a moment you had been able to gather yourself, to see Vision, Thor, and Tony each sending a blast right into Ultron, who’s metal skin was melting and burning off of him. He then stood up, panting (could Robots lose their breath?)

“You know,” Ultron began. “With the benefit of hindsight —”

The robot was cut off, however, by the Hulk sending a mighty punch into its face, catapulting him off into the sky to land in a place none of them could see. The other Iron Legion bots, at the sight of Hulk, fled, running off to the edge of the earth and flying off.

“They’re trying to leave the city!” Thor said.

“We can’t let ‘em leave, not even one,” Tony said feverishly. “Rhodey!”

You saw Rhodey in the other suit flying above, but soon Vision joined him, finishing off the last of them. You could’ve laughed; at least Rhodey would have another story to tell.

“We gotta move out. Even I can tell the air is getting thin,” Steve announced. “You guys get to the boats, I'll sweep for stragglers, be right behind you.”

“What about the core?” asked Clint. There was a beat of silence.

“I’ll protect it,” Wanda volunteered. Clint, taken aback, glanced up at her. “It’s my job.”

“Nat,” Clint said, jerking his head to the side. “This way.”

“Get the people on the boats,” Wanda commanded Pietro, who stood below her helplessly. You waited by the edge of the church. 

“I’m not going to leave you here,” Pietro told her. 

“I can handle this,” Wanda said, blasting a stream of red at another Iron Legion. Pietro sighed, knowing she was right. “Come back for me when everyone else is off, not before.” Pietro rolled his eyes, grunting in annoyance. “You understand?”

“You know,” Pietro told her, sauntering over to join you. “I’m twelve-minutes older than you.” 

“Go,” Wanda said, laughing a bit.

“Good luck, Wanda,” you called to her, sending her a kind smile. She returned it.

“Okay,” Pietro said to you, grabbing onto your torso again. “Let’s go.”

“What about — agh!” you tightened your grip on him, your fingers digging into the silver and blue material of his shirt. “Y’know, Cap was right… we do make a pretty sick team…oh, right there! Onto the boat!”

“Hold your horses, Dragă,” Pietro told you sassily, slowing down as the pair of you reached the jet. You rolled her eyes as you let your arms fall from him.

“Don’t need to sass, Maximoff,” You told him, pointing a finger at him playfully. He continued to grin. “Cause — wait, Clint! Oh my god!”

Pietro turned from beside you, eyes wide. And then, suddenly, he was gone, rushing off towards Clint, who was clutching a young kid and preparing to be shot by the thousands of bullets that were being shot at him from the jet above.

“No, Pietro!” You called out, losing him within the explosion. You froze, e/c eyes frantically searching about the fog, and as things cleared up, all you saw was Clint, clutching the kid for dear life, and Pietro, holes through his body, seeping blood onto the ground as his knees buckled from below him. He collapsed onto the pavement. “No, no, no!”

 And then, you were running. Running faster than you really thought you ever had before, ignoring the shouts of Steve from behind you. Falling to your knees beside his body and ripping off the mask that sat around your eyes, you rolled him over so his stomach was facing the sky, and with tears pricking your eyes and a surge of energy flooding through your body, you placed your hands onto his bleeding chest and closed your eyes.

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon,” You blabbered, not evening seeing that Clint had run off with the kid before running back with Steve, presumably to get her onto the jet.

“Y/N, he’s —” Steve began in a solemn voice.

“No!” you protested loudly, focusing all of your energy onto Pietro. Your eyes were squeezed closed, not even able to see what was going outside of her and Pietro. You could just feel it. Feel him, that is. “I can do this, Rogers. Please.”

Silence. You continued, despite the wetness of your cheeks and the blood coating yours palms. There was life within him, you could feel it. Right on the edge, groping, grasping, choking for a chance — a hand to grab, to help pull itself up. And then — a loud, gruff gasp.

“Holy shit,” Clint muttered. Your eyes popped open. And your e/c iris’ met blue ones.

“Come on,” Steve said, his voice filled with shock although he tried to keep his head. “Onto the boat, come on!”

Wrapping a copious amount of vines around Pietro, you scrambled to your feet and lifted Pietro along with you, tugging him forwards and onto the boat, where you set his body down and sat right beside him. His breathing was jagged, and his eyes were brimmed with tears of pain, but he was looking at you in pure shock nonetheless.

“How…?” He choked out, staring up at you as though you were some angel from heaven to come down and grab him. “How…?”

“Don’t... don’t ever do that again,” you breathed, slumping your shoulders and bracing your hands behind you to catch yourself. Taking a deep breath, you could feel various cramps in your abdomen as well as your chest; your head began to pound like you were getting the biggest migraine of your life, and you suddenly felt as though your energy was being sucked out of you.

“Y/N?” Pietro asked, his voice still groggy. You waved a hand, telling him to lay back down because he was still recovering, but the words never seemed to get out. You let yourself lay back for a moment, your eyelids feeling heavy as the pain of your headache began to surge. And then, all at once, you shut down.

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BLINDING LIGHTS BEAMED down into your dilated pupils, and at the intensity of it, you squinted, eyelashes fluttering until you could get yourself used to your surroundings. Your arms felt cold and your legs felt warm, but your head still seemed to feel like it weighed a thousand pounds. With a groan, you turned it over to try and bury your face into the pillow beneath your head.

“Hey, hey, hey,” came a careful voice from above you; it was familiar one, deep and gentle, and when you slightly tilted your head back up to look at the source, the flash of various tufts of white-blonde hair let you know it was Pietro. “Y/N?”

“Mm,” you hummed, shrugging your blanket further up to your neck and snuggling into it further. You went to close your eyes and drift off, but Pietro stopped you.

“C’mon, don’t go back to sleep,” he asked softly. “You’ve been sleeping for ages...”

“Ages?” you murmured groggily, still keeping your eyes gently closed. “How long is ages?”

“Like forty-eight hours,” Pietro told you, and your eyes bolted open. And then, in a flash, it all came rushing back to you; Ultron, the fight, Clint, the kid, Pietro, the bullets—

You sat upright. Your head began to throb in pain, and you grimaced at it, but you stayed upright to look at Pietro. Your eyes scanned his torso, searching desperately for any sign of a bullet wound or some other remnant from the attack back in Sokovia.

“I am fine,” he reassured you, lips curling up in a smile. “It’s you that I’m worried about.”

“I’m fine,” you told him dismissively. “What happened to your wounds? I didn’t heal them properly, you were bleeding so much—”

“I’m all healed, Dragă,” he placed a hand on your upper arm; his hands were warm and calloused, and the touch sent a shiver down your spine. “You took care of me.”

“But... but you—”

“Relax, okay?” he told you, pushing you by the shoulder to guide you back down to your pillow. “Saving me took a lot out of you... I don’t want you straining yourself.”

You let out a small breath, softly nodding your head without a word. Pietro stared at you for a very long moment, cerulean eyes tracing across the dips and curves of your face, his hand twitching where it rested on the edge of your bed. 

“I thought I was dead,” He began in a quiet, fragile tone. You blinked up at him. “In Sokovia. All those bullets right through me…” He paused, running his tongue over his lips. “But… you... you were there.

“It was just darkness. Nothing else, just… empty space,” Pietro shared, staring down at his hands, fiddling with the single ring on his left hand. “And then… I could feel you. Like I was drowning and there was a hand there, pulling me up… and then I opened my eyes and saw…” 

His eyes shifted up to look at you, staring blatantly. Your heart skipped a beat, blinking twice and becoming much too nervous to shift your gaze away. There was something within his eyes, flickering about his pupils and swimming through his iris’; whatever it was, it was a genuine gratitude — or, perhaps, admiration.

Pietro suddenly reached forward and grabbed you by the hand. You made no move to deny his action, letting him take it and fiddle mindlessly with your fingers for a moment before intertwining it with his own. 

“Y/N, you...” he began, looking unsure on what words to say. You stared at him wordlessly, waiting patiently and watching carefully as though his nexts words were the most important ones you’d ever hear. “I love you.”

You blinked. “What?”

He blinked. You watched waves of red wash up his cheeks and ears. “You heard me.”

“You—?”

“Yes,” Pietro nodded firmly, brows furrowing. “I love you. I have since we were kids. Almost dying gave me a wake up call that I have to tell you. And then you passed out, so... I had to wait to tell you, but... you get it.”

You opened your mouth, words not falling out. You loved him, you were sure you did, but the shock of knowing the feeling was mutual made you feel like you were going to pass out again. 

“You don’t have to say it back,” he muttered. “I just wanted you to know. You’re always looking out for me, even if I don’t see it all the time... and you draining yourself to save me proved that you have to be the strongest person I’ve ever had the pleasure of being best friends with.”

“I love you, too,” you managed to say. His brows lifted, eyes brightening. “I would’ve saved you a million times over, even if it killed me. You mean the world to me, Piet, I don’t think I could’ve lived with myself if I hadn’t done what I did...”

“You were knocked out,” Pietro told you, squeezing your hand and sandwiching it with both of his own. “You wouldn’t wake up, it was... it was scary. I’m glad you’re awake, now.”

“Me too,” you offered him a smile, lips curling up shyly. He blinked down at you, and you watched with pride as his cheeks began to turn scarlet; he grinned and shifted his gaze to your intertwined hands. “Sit.”

You scooted yourself over, giving him room to sit down beside you. He complied, snuggling closer to you so your shoulders were pressed against one another. He turned his head to the side, staring, before he took one of his hands off of yours and brought it up to your cheek.

“Can I—” He began, but you shut him up rather quickly by pressing your lips against his, letting your eyes flutter close until all you could feel was him. 

The antiseptic scent of the hospital room was hastily overshadowed by the aroma of his cologne, and the shivers you had from the intense A/C of the room were replaced by his warmth. Your stomach flipped as you pushed yourself closer.

You could feel him grin through the kiss, lips curling upwards as his hands tightened their hold on you; with one palm resting gingerly on the small of your back to push you towards him, the hand that had originally been on your cheek had now tangled itself into your hair, fingers grasping at your scalp. You could have melted.

His tongue swooped across your lips, and you hesitated for a moment before accepting his invitation; there was no battle of dominance between your tongue and his, the pair danced in harmony, and you simply accepting that he would be the one taking over. 

When his mouth lifted from yours, you parted your lips to ask him why, but when you felt him begin to lightly trail kisses down your jaw, you fell speechless and simply sighed. He stopped right at your pulse point, nipping at your skin for a moment before continuing down until he reached the upper part of your collarbone. You sighed contently, letting your head tilt back and bringing your hand up to grip at the back of his hair. 

“I’ll... return later,” came a voice from the door. You and Pietro jolted apart and whipped your heads to the door. Vision stood there rather awkwardly, Wanda at his heels. Wanda was grinning, and you watched her give a thumbs up to Pietro; he returned it.

“Finally,” Wanda drawled, pushing past Vision and settling herself into the room. Pietro’s face had turned scarlet, but he was beaming so brightly you almost didn’t mind Wanda’s interruption. He locked eyes with you, still grinning, and you smiled back. “Took you eighteen years!”

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a/n: my school starts so soon guys i’m genuinely kind of excited... i’ll stop saying that once all my homework starts piling in tho LOL

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It only takes the holidays // Chapter 9

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

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Summary: Life happens and things change, but it seems like some feelings stay the same. After ten years, Wanda finally comes back to her hometown to spend the holidays with her family, what also means seeing you again. What will come out of this encounter? [2.163 || 17.968]

Warnings: angst, death, grief, alcohol, swearing, mention of sex (not smut), fluff

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Chapter 9 – It only takes a starry sky

When you got home last night, you thought you wouldn’t be able to sleep at all. But instead, you think you don’t sleep so well as you just did in a long time now.

You wake up and get ready for the day completely in autopilot, your mind fully dedicated to reminisce your kiss with Wanda from last night. If you closed your eyes, you could still feel Wanda’s lips pressed against yours.

When you get to the kitchen, you see your mother and your sister are already having breakfast. You deposit a long kiss on their cheeks and goes to prepare your own meal.

- Someone woke up really happy today. – Your sister says with raised eyebrows and just now you notice you were smiling the whole time. You clear your throat and try to ignore the heat that is forming on your cheeks. - How was the party last night?

- It was great! How was your talk with Peter? – You retorts with a playful smirk and her own smirk falls from her lips as she looks away.

Your sister mumbles something you don’t understand and you chuckle when you notice her blushing.

You spend the rest of the breakfast talking about the fair and takes the three of you another hour to put all the crates with the greens and vegetables on the back of your truck.

When you get to the park downtown you notice that the barn from last night is not there anymore. Instead, a lot of tents are organized for people to expose their sales.

You let your mother chose the tent and carry the crates for her as she organized the items on the tables.

As you put one of the crates on the ground next to your tent, you hear a voice from behind you. Your favorite voice in the entire world, the only one that can put a silly smile on your face just by the sound of it.

- Long time no see.

- I know, right? – You retorts with the same playful tone as you turn to face her. Wanda has the brightest smile on her face, bringing butterflies to your stomach. - It’s been what? Nine hours or something?

- That definitely sounds like a lot. – Wanda says with a smirk and you bite back a smile. When you realize she’s carrying what seems to be a heavy box, you walk towards her.

- Here, let me help you.

- No, no, it’s cool. – She says, moving the box away from you. - Thanks, miss muscles, but I have my own.

She jokes winking at you and walks away, a giggle escaping from your lips. As you watch her walk away, not so innocent thoughts take over your mind.

- You’re checking her out. – Your sister’s voice startles you. You look at her trying to ignore the intense burning on your cheeks and she raises her brows.  

- Don’t you have pictures to take or something? – You ask and she picks her camera and takes a picture of you, causing you to roll your eyes.

- You’re really grumpy. – She mocks as she walks away and you shake your head slightly at her antics.

You notice the Maximoffs took the tent next to yours and you chuckle when you see Pietro is not around.

Olek and Iryna moved from Sokovia years ago, when the twins were toddlers and they always bring these sauces and spices to the fair every year. Apparently they’re very famous foods in their country.

When you finish organizing your own things, the three of you go greet the Maximoffs and you try not to freak out when Wanda kisses the corner of your mouth.    

Your mother asks Iryna about the sauces and the Maximoff couple starts to talk about all these ingredients that you don’t recognize, but they seem really proud of everything so you smile and nod throughout the conversation.  

They offer some for you to try and you accept the toast with a vibrant red sauce on it. It tastes as good as it looks but you’re definitely not used to this kind of spice so your eyes get watery pretty fast and you have to bite back a curse.

- Oh, this is really spicy.

- Here, take this. – Wanda says, offering you a bottle of water. As you drink half of it in one gulp, you see the redhead laughing at your misery. - Feeling better?

- Not really. – You say, noticing your mouth is still tingling and you try to hold back the urge to cough.

- Maybe this will help.

Wanda places her hand on the back of your neck and pulls you in to give you a kiss. When her lips meet yours, your mouth has a tingling that has nothing to do with the sauce.  

When she moved away from you, you suddenly became very aware of both of your families being around you. You clumsily said your goodbyes to the Maximoffs and almost tripped on the pole of the tent as you left. Wanda watched your embarrassed exit with an amused giggle.

As you gave the carrots and kales your full attention, your sister approached you with raised eyebrows and a playful smirk.

- So…

- Shut up.

After your little embarrassed moment, you decide to focus on the selling, helping your mother whenever she needed you.

A few hours pass and you would be lying if you said you didn’t exchanged glances with Wanda. You two locked eyes with a quite big frequency and you would blush every time your sister caught you two on the act, giving you a mocking expression.

Half of the morning had passed when Wanda approaches you, inviting you to walk around with her. You’re about to say that you have to stay to help your mother, but the older woman says she could take care of everything and that you should go, so you give her a grateful smile and turn your attention back to the redhead.

You two walk around talking, admiring some handicrafts and trying some foods. When Wanda offers you some of the treats she bought, you say that after what happened earlier you wouldn’t accept any food she gave you and she chuckles. She then says it was a good excuse to kiss you and when you say she didn’t need an excuse to do that, she kisses you again.

At some point you get the courage to hold her hand and you blush when she intertwines her fingers on yours. Wanda decides that you should get matching bracelets and you agree, not being able to say no to her.

You smile throughout the whole stroll, thinking how easy it was to be around Wanda. She makes you happy only by existing and whenever a thought about her leaving soon threatened to take over your mind, you immediately pushed it away.

It was almost noon when you came back to your tents. Your mother tells you that she is tired and wants to go home and you nod in agreement.  You observe what's left of the sale and you smile noticing that you sold almost everything.

You and your family say your goodbyes to the Maximoffs and Wanda kisses you again, but this time you don’t mind.

Your sister teases you all the way home, but you’re too happy to care about it, your gaze constantly shifting towards the leather bracelet on your wrist.

When you get home, you decide to wash your truck, planning a special use for it tonight.

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You’re about to knock on the door, but another idea crosses your mind. You circle the house in silence and hope Olek don’t come out to shoot you or something.

You look for some pebbles and when you think you’ve got enough, you start to throw them at Wanda’s window. It only takes a few of them for her to come open it. When she does, she looks at you with frowned brows and an amused expression.

- What are you doing here?

- I wanna take you somewhere. – You explain and you notice the redhead raising her brows as a playful smirk appears on her face.

- Couldn’t you just knock like a normal person?

- It wouldn’t be romantic if I did. – You retorts and Wanda rolls her eyes. From that distance, you don’t see how she blushes intensely.

- You’re a lost cause.

- You like it though. – You giggle as you say it and Wanda bites her lip.

- A lot actually.

With that, she disappears back inside her room. After a few minutes you hear a noise on the backdoor and you walk towards it. You see Wanda coming out wearing a white cardigan and sweatpants and you can’t help but think she looks adorable.

She walks to you, her hands instantly meeting your cheeks as yours meet her waist. Your lips meet hers in a soft kiss and you’re surprised by how much you’ve been missing her even though you just saw her this morning.    

- Where are you taking me? – She asks when the kiss ends, her eyes full with expectation, but you only shake your head.

- I guess you’ll have to come and see.

She giggles and rolls her eyes, but she follows you to your truck. You start to drive and Wanda looks at you with curiosity when she notices you’re not driving to town. Instead, you take her to an open field.

The two of you get out of the car. It’s dark, but the moon is shining bright enough so you can see each other clearly. You walk towards Wanda who has a confused yet amused expression on her face and you point up at the sky. When the redhead looks up, her expression changes completely as she sighs surprised.

Wanda always knew the sky in the countryside was way more beautiful than in the city, she remembered it. But not like this. A billion little shining stars framed the night sky so intensely that it felt like she was lost in space, floating among them. Completely enamored by the sight, the redhead didn’t even notice when you held her hand and pulled her gently towards the back of the truck.  

The sound of you opening the tailgate woke her up from her daydreamed gaze. When she looks at the truck, she sees you prepared the truck bed floor with a bunch of comforters and pillows.  

- Did you invite me to watch the stars? – She asks turning her attention back to you. When you nod shyly, Wanda feels her heart warming up on her chest. Every time she thought she couldn’t fall deeper in love with you, you proved her wrong. Not willing to admit the feelings, though, she just rolls her eyes.  - You’re so cheesy.

You giggle and help her get up on the truck. You both lay admiring the sky. You two talk about some of the nights the two of you did this exact same thing back then. But this time was different and you both new it pretty well. The topic leads to a round of random subjects and you smile and laugh, impressed at how easy it is to just talk to Wanda like that.

Eventually the two of you fall into a comfortable silence that lasts for a while before you break it again.

- I saw you on tv a few weeks ago, before you got here. I was at a restaurant with Sam. It was a commercial, really. You were so beautiful. Your eyes were shining so bright.

- Thanks. – Wanda answers cautiously. You’ve never talked about her work or about the time she wasn’t here before, not as comfortably as you’re doing now. After a while, you turn to face her.  

- But I gotta say, they shine brighter in here.

- Maybe it’s because I’m looking at you.

Wanda’s words sound in a whisper as her gaze shift to your lips. You lean in to kiss her, placing your hand on her neck. Wanda moves her hand to your waist, holding your shirt. It doesn’t take long for Wanda’s grip tighten as she pulled you on top of her.

You do as she wants, placing your hand on the side of her body. You shiver when your tongues touch, your fingers caressing her skin underneath her shirt. When Wanda starts unbuttoning your shirt, you don’t stop her.

A few hours later you take Wanda back to her place, your shirt buttoned all the way up to cover the love bites the redhead gave you. When you take her to the front door, you two have silly smiles and red cheeks. You say your goodbyes and Wanda gives you a long, loving kiss before heading inside.

As you drive back home, your body still tingles at everyplace Wanda has touched you.

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And that's it for today! I hope you enjoyed it, thoughts and comments are always welcome ツ

Chapter 10

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I don’t want to hurt you 

Wanda x male reader Chapter 2

Y/N POV:

I open my eyes while groaning in pain to see that I’m in a glass chamber. I didn’t remember what happened or how did I get knock out to begin with. All I could remember was accepting an apology.

A few minutes pass until someone enter the room. They appear to be tall man with a small beard and mustache. There’s a glowing device on their and they’re wearing glasses. The only separating me and the man were the glass chamber I was in.

“I see you’ve finally woken up.” Says the man.

“Where am I?” I ask him.

“Where you can’t hurt anyone.” He answers.

I try to use my powers to read his mind, but my powers don’t want to work anymore. I realize that the chamber that I’m in cancels my powers.

“Smarter than you look.” I say with an impressive voice.

“Listen, the thing is you won’t be able to get out.” He says to me. “So just answer our questions.”

“I can’t.” I tell him.

“Why not?” he asks me.

“You haven’t asked me a question yet.” I answer.

Avengers POV:

They all started to laugh at what the man said to Tony.

“Even if you ask me, I won’t answer anything.” I added.

“You just got burned Tony,” said Bruce.

“Please someone help me not forget this.” Says Nat.

Y/N POV:

“Shut up.” Says Tony through the microphone in his ear.

“Well, at least a hint?” He asks me.

“Fine” I answer. “Sokovia, 2000.”

The man leaves the room. I wait to see what results I get from what I said.

3rd person POV:

The Avengers were confused on the hint that the man gave them.

“Anyone know what happened in Sokovia in that year?” asks Steve to the team.

“The only people that know is Wanda and Pietro.” answers Natasha.

Steve looks at the twins.

“Did anything happen in that year?” asks Steve.

“Well, in that year we were just kids.” answers Pietro. “We only had movie nights and then-.”

“Stop lying Pietro.” Wanda interrupts. “You know what happened that day.”

“What do you mean?” asks Tony.

“I think you should get my mom and dad.” Wanda suggests. “They know what happened that night.”

“FRIDAY, bring the Maximoff family here.” says Tony.

It takes two hours for the Maximoff family. It takes a while for feel like home and after a while of chatting they decide to give them the question of what happened in 2000.

“Why is that of your interest?” asks Olek (AKA MR. MAXIMOFF)

“Well, there’s a prisoner here that just talked about Sokovia and the Year.” answers Sam.

“Wait, how does the prisoner look like?” asks Iryna (AKA MRS, MAXIMOFF)

“I don’t know. Tall, not much personality in them, and with powers with dark blue color.” answers Tony.

“Well, back in the year... God I wish I could’ve done something.” Says Iryna as her voice almost breaks.

“It’s ok, I tell them the story.” Said Olek. “Back in 2000, we were having a movie night with our kids, everything was going fine until the whole house started to shake, we didn’t know what was going, all we could do was put the twins under the table.” 

“What happened after the earthquake.” asks Vision.

“Me and Iryna looked outside to see a blue force flied surrounds our house and on the ground was a little boy.” said Olek, “He made the force field, after he turned it off, he turned around, saw us, and ran away before we could get to him.”

“Every day, I feel terrible for not doing anything for the little boy.” say Iryna as she starts to cry.

“I believe we might’ve grabbed the little boy.” says Vision as Iryna and Olek look at him confused. “The color of the force field may be the same as the one color that the man used to attack us.”

“What do you mean?” Asks Olek.

“On the last mission we were at there we brought someone with us with the exact color of their powers.” says Rhodey.

“We may have the man that save your lives.” adds Clint.

“I don’t know if it’s a coincidence, but it worth the try.” says Nat.

“Show us the way” says Olek.

They were about to lead the family in the cell until a red portal opens in front of them. A woman comes out the portal. The Avengers started to tense up, because they don’t know who she is.

“I’m sorry, what did I miss?” asks the woman.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” asks Tony.

“Oh right, where are my manner?” She speaks. “I’m Piper L/N and you have my brother in a cell, so that’s unacceptable.”

“Wait, the man in the cell is your brother?” asks Iryna.

“Yeah, I need to get my brother out that glass chamber.” answer Piper. “So, can you pl-

Piper gets interrupted because she got hugged by Iryna.

“Oook, you know my brother Y/N.” she says.

“Yeah, but when did you have a brother?” asks Olek.

“Since, forever.” says Piper.

“But how? I never saw you in Sokovia” says Olek.

“Oh, the night.” says Piper. “I met him after that night.”

“Ok, you got to explain this to us.” says Bruce.

Piper started to explain who he was. Apparently, Y/N is demon, he always hid his powers because he hated himself for what he was and that he couldn’t control his powers when he’s mad. She explained that Y/n was travelling through world to see if he can find home, but during the half of the travel he stopped a missile and about two people that saw him. She then said that after that she found him, found out that he was her brother, so she took him in her house, and now they had to go separate now. Until now.

“So, your brother’s name is Y/N?” asks Steve.

“Yes, and you guys have him in a cell.” answers Piper. “So, please let him out.”

“Yeah, not happening.” says Tony.

“Why not” asks Piper.

“Because he almost killed us.” answers Nat.

“Hmmm, Strange.” said Piper. “Usually, he never leaves someone nearly dead when he’s mad.”

“Listen, He not coming out.” says Bruce.

“Ok. Let’s make a deal if I can make him get out then you’ll leave him be.” says Piper.

“If you can get him out?” asks Steve.

“Yes.” answers Piper.

“Ha, like to see you try.” says Tony.

Piper POV:

Piper then goes to the cell where Y/N is located. When she enters the room where Y/N is at Y/N is surprised to see Piper again.

“Well, this is quite a surprise.” says Y/N.

“Happy to see me.” Piper asks.

“Yes, haven’t seen you for two years.” answers Y/N.

“Well, here we are now.” says Piper.

“You know that Avengers are here.” says Y/N.

“I know and they know as well.” say Piper.

“... You told them, right?” asks Y/N

“Yep.” answer Piper.

“I’m not trusting you ever again.” says Y/n. “Are you here to break me out?”

“Yes.” answer Piper.

“And how are you going to do that?” asked Y/N.

“I’ll use this ball crystal to get you out.” Speaks Piper as she summons a ball crystal.

“Are you sure that’s not the one the splits you?” asks Y/N.

“Nope, it’s the teleporter.” answers Piper.

She throws the ball that goes through glass wall. Y/N then goes inside the ball which she could only see his face.

“Oh no” Y/N says.

The ball then splits into 5 parts. Each one turn into a color. The first one turn into Red, the second Yellow, the third white, the fourth black, and the fifth green. From each crystal came out a Y/N with their eyes glowing the color of their crystal

To be continued...

To @kram6496​, @maximofflover​ and to all the fans.

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1899 Masterlist

❤️‍🩹- Angst, 💕-Fluff

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One Shot

The North Star Eyk x reader ❤️‍🩹💕

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Olek

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I am sorry if I sound rude or something, I just wanted to ask if you have any Olek fanfic in the making. And maybe if you will upload it soon? There is nothing out there and I am waiting eagerly 😇

Hi lovely! Your question is not rude at all I am happy you asked. Okay here is the thing no I at the moment do not have an Olek oneshot in the making…but if I were to get a request, I could write it tonight. I am a person who has anxiety about writing things when I’m not seeing a lot of interaction with works I make for a certain show. I love writing requests so if you have ideas for an Olek fic I would be more than happy to write it. Same for Clémence or Eyk. 

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Can we get some Netflix 1899 fanfics up in here? Preferably Lucien x reader and Olek x reader ones😍🤪.

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It only takes the holidays // Chapter 3

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Life happens and things change, but it seems like some feelings stay the same. After ten years, Wanda finally comes back to her hometown to spend the holidays with her family, what also means seeing you again. What will come out of this encounter?

Word count: 1.399 || 4.652

Warnings: angst, death, grief, alcohol, swearing, mention of sex (not smut), fluff

Note: Texts in italics are memories.

Good reading!

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Chapter 3 – It only takes a lunch

It feels like you’ve always known Wanda. But the first memory you had from her was of when you were seven.

You were playing cops and robbers with some kids at school at break time when you heard whispers and something that sounded like crying coming from under the bleachers.

You walk over to investigate the sound and saw a girl there. She looks like she was your age and she had big green eyes and a dark hair. She hadn’t noticed you, so when you say hi she startles. But then she smiles and says hi to you too.

- I heard him crying and came to look what it was. – She said, showing you the small puppy she was holding. When you pat his head and he licks you, you smile.

- What’s his name? – You ask, still looking at the dog. You had never seen a dog so small and you thought it was really cute.

- I don’t know. – She answers, sitting on the grass and you do the same. – We should give him a name. – She says after a while and you were really happy she included you.

She suggests that you call him Snoopy, because he was snooping around when she found him and you thought it was a great name because it reminded you of the dog you saw on the drawings on your father’s newspapers.

When you ask her name, she says it’s Wanda and you think it’s a very unusual name, but you like it. You tell her your name as well.

When the break time ends and your teacher calls you over, you both take the dog with you. You walk to where Ms. Hill was waiting for the rest of the students and you beg her to keep the dog, with puppy dog eyes. The teacher giggles and says you can keep Snoopy as long as you take good care of him. You and Wanda exchanged excited smiles.

When your parents picked you up at school, you introduced Wanda to them and told them about Snoopy. She did the same with her parents.

After that, you found out that Wanda’s house was next door to yours and that Snoopy would have to stay on her house because your father was allergic to dogs. But her parents said you could always visit Snoopy and you were really happy about it.

 You feel a hand being placed on your shoulder and you startle. You turn to see your mother gazing you with gentle eyes.

- Sorry, mom. – You say and go back to put up the table. – I got distracted.

- That’s okay. – She says tenderly. – I was just saying that our guests will get here at any minute. You should go get changed. Dress nicely.

She warns taking your hat off of your head and you giggle. You take a quick shower and decide to use your newest jeans and a shirt you liked a lot. When you finish buttoning it, you hear noises coming from downstairs.

Trying your best to ignore the sinking feeling on your stomach, you walk towards the front door, where your mother and your sister are welcoming the Maximoff family.

You walk towards the group and welcome them all, saving your last hug for Wanda. Olek hugs you first, giving strong taps on your back and you try not to cough at the action. Iryna hugs you too, but she spends most of the time tightening your cheeks and when she lets go you feel them numb. You saw Pietro recently, so the greeting with him is shorter, but he joked that he was impressed you were able to smell good and you messed his hair.  

Both of your families walk to the kitchen, leaving you and Wanda behind. You both smile and hesitate for a second, but Wanda soon opens her arms, and you hug her by her waist.

As she wraps her arms around your neck you feel your whole body tingling at the sensation of having her so close. You close your eyes, tightening the grip on her waist, and she does the same, burring her face on your shoulder. You stay there for a while, but you don’t let go. And you’re glad she doesn’t either.

When you parted there’s a silence you don’t quite know how to describe. You notice Wanda blinking back the tears in her eyes, but you decide not to talk about it.

- So. – She says looking at you with a playful smile. – You look way better than you did yesterday, with all that grease and stuff. – You giggle and nods.

- Yeah, I guess not all of us can look glamorous while working. – You say, but soon realize that it probably came out wrong since Wanda is shifting the weight on her feet uncomfortably. You just clear your throat and tilts your head for her to follow you. – Come on.

You two join the rest of the group and soon engage on the conversation. You listen more than you talk and your eyes meet Wanda’s eyes very often, making you both blush every time. Pietro watches attentively the whole interaction, amused.

Olek asks you about the Christmas tree business, and you tell him how things have been going. When you mention the new ornaments, Wanda says she wants to see them and you shyly say you’ll take her there anytime.

When your mother asks Wanda about her job, she starts to talk about all the plans she has for this year to come. The shine on her eyes and the proud smile on her face as she talks about her projects warm your heart up. She was happy and that’s all you ever wanted for her. But there was also this part of you that felt sad and angry about her wanting to be away.

Soon your sister starts asking Wanda about the places she had been and the people she had met and Wanda answers every one of the questions, finding her endearing. Feeling overwhelmed by the duality of your feelings, you get up to grab a beer and you invite Pietro to come with you.

Soon the place is divided in three groups. Your mother and Wanda’s parents are on the couch in the living room, discussing the Christmas fair that will be happening in a couple weeks. At the kitchen, Wanda and your sister are still talking about a bunch of celebrities that you have no idea who they are. By the window, you and Pietro talk about random subjects. As you listen, you try to pretend you’re not noticing Wanda giving you concerned looks every now and then.

- I thought the dynamic between you two would be more… Intense. – Pietro says with a mischievous smile.

- What, do I look like the kind a person who makes a scene? – You say, sipping on your beer and Pietro giggles.

- No, I guess not. – He says, leaning on the window. – Tony is throwing a huge party this Saturday. It’s supposed to be a throwback to prom or something.

- Yeah, I really do wanna remember that. – You say sarcastically, finishing your beer. The memories from that night still hurting inside your brain. Pietro only looks at you attentively.

Through the corner of your eyes, you see the Maximoff couple getting up along with your mother. The rest of you joins them.

- Thank you for the delicious lunch, (y/m/n) – Olek said with a smile, holding your mother’s hands, and then looking at you and your sister as well. – It was great seeing you.

You all exchanged your goodbyes and once again Wanda is the last one you talk to.

- See you around. – She says with a smile, caressing your arm and depositing a gentle kiss on your cheek. You try to say something, but you are too panicked to react.

As your mother walks them to the front door, you stand there feeling your cheeks burning. By your side, your sister looks at you mischievously.

- What? Don’t you have anyone else to bother? – You ask when you finally notice her.

- I do. But I like bothering you. – She retorts casually.

You roll your eyes and head towards the kitchen to start to clean everything up. You find it really hard to stop smiling during the whole process.

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And that's it for today! I hope you enjoyed it, thoughts and comments are always welcome ツ

Chapter 4

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