#scarletvision angst

[springdandelixn]

No one asked for this but I’m posting one regardless.

What’s your name? What can I call you?

Call me Bean or Beanie. 

Who are your muses?

A while back, I used to write for ScarletVision (Vision and Wanda). I dabbled a little on Brutasha (Bruce and Natasha) as well, but now my main OTP is Jorleesi (Jorah and Daenerys).

I now mostly write Reader fics with my muses Jorah Mormont, Vision, and Loki. 

Other characters I have written for are Steve Rogers, Thor and Tony Stark. I may add some Game of Characters soon.

What genre do you write in?

I personally prefer writing dark, angst and smut. Not so much on fluff but I don’t shy away from that either.

I also prefer writing AUs than canon. I dunno. There’s just something fascinating about taking out characters from the environment we know they came from and putting them in new ones.

Do you take requests?

I do when I announce that I do.

Can I be added to your tag list?

I don’t have one any longer but you can follow my archives blog and turn on notifications if you want updates on my stories or updates on new stories I post.

Miscellaneous Notes:

I don’t have a posting schedule. Mainly because I write very slow and I don’t want to keep your hopes up when I don’t post on a date I’ve mentioned. So, updates will come when they are ready to be released into the wild. 

TBH, ask me questions about my fics. Send me anon questions or DM me about why you want to strangle my character or why you want to cuddle them. I would love that a lot.

That is all. Thank you! 

[ashyblondwaves]

Finished my Scarletvision Secret Santa story, which is pretty much 12 pages of angst and smut. Look out for that on Christmas Eve, babes!

[ao3feed-scarletvision]

What if I missed all the trains?

by LyraMaximoff2800

Secondary title: It worked.

(Because I can't decide.)

For Anniemar for the ScarletVision Discord Server's Secret Santa.

Her prompt was, "Winter or Christmas is cool. Something that ends happily."

I hope this fits that!

Happy holidays to all my pals on the server!

Words: 4593, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: WandaVision (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Vision (Marvel), Tommy Shepherd, Tommy Maximoff, Billy Kaplan, Billy Maximoff

Relationships: Wanda Maximoff/Vision, Billy Kaplan & Pietro Maximoff & Wanda Maximoff & Tommy Shepherd & Vision

Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Fluff, Winter, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

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[visionsofus]

Regarding Scarletvision prompts.....I’m such a sucker for the trope where one member of a couple goes apeshit and all protective/NO TOUCH when they think the other member is grievously hurt, maybe something like that with Vision instead of Wanda? With potential fluff/comfort once things are fine. Your fics are wonderful!!

anon you are totally speaking my language with this prompt!! I absolutely love this trope so much too (and was actually halfway through writing one where Wanda loses her shit). Decided to go with Vision for this because we don’t often see him lose his cool in canon. Thanks for this request!

Really hope you enjoy! 

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Wanda and Vision’s Mixtape Track #17: Can You Feel My Heart

One year into being a fugitive Wanda gets cornered, Vision sees the news in real time and runs to her aid. Aka Vision going apeshit when he thinks Wanda is dead.

Warnings: angst, references to guns and blood. 

“Vision, look at me,” Tony said waving a hand in front of Vision’s eyes in an attempt to get his attention. “You can’t go. You understand that right?”

Vision dipped his chin in acknowledgement even as his brain ran furious probability equations through and through again. But they came back low again, and again, and again. There was only going to be one option.  

“Yeah, I don’t know about that,” Rhodey said from his seat before the flatscreen occupying half the wall of the strategy room they had gathered in. “Tony, this looks pretty bad.”

Vision turned his head and his gaze to the lights flashing across the screen, a live news report of everything that was going down in New York.

Tony swore at the sight before them, and Vision put a pause to his maths in shock. The camera was tracking a hooded redhead through a crowded street, suddenly zooming in on the individual’s face as she turned her head to look over her shoulder.

“Wanda Maximoff has been a fugitive since 2016 when she was decreed an international criminal by the United Nations,” the news reporter said over more footage of Wanda blending in as best she could with the crowds of the city. “While Maximoff has evaded capture for over a year, authorities now believe they are close to apprehending her.”

At this Vision had to quickly let go of the chair he was sitting in, lest he split the arm rests in two.

“We go live now to New York. Please be aware the next clip could be distressing to some viewers”

Tony scrambled to turn the news off even as Vision overrode his authority, ordering the compound AI to keep the report running.

The scene changed once more, and Vision watched as the crowd parted around Wanda as she engaged in a close combat fight with a man clad all in black. Her red magic had him restrained immediately as she spun around, a clear attempt to identify her best exit route. From that moment Vision knew her chances of getting out unharmed were dismal. In those precious seconds another agent was at her back, smartly keeping his distance and instead engaging her with his taser. Wanda’s head snapped up as her body jerked, but she somehow managed to twist around and send the man flying away. All around her agents emerged from the throngs of people trying to get off the main street. They began to close in like a pack of predators.

“Vision—” Tony said reaching out, but he was too late. Vision had risen without thinking when he saw the first taser, his legs moving of their own accord so that he had phased through the wall and was flying out away from the compound in moments. He’d never pushed himself to see how fast he could really travel and now he’d need every ounce of power to get to Wanda’s side in time.

The world was a blur, even to him. The only thing that kept his worries at bay was her in his head, the closer he got the louder her cries grew. He didn’t know how she was doing it; she’d always needed direct physical contact for her voice to be this loud in his head. He reached the streets of New York with her voice as his guiding light.  

‘I need you.’ She was weaker now. ‘Hurry.’

He was close now, all she had to do was keep talking.

‘I hear you, I’m coming for you,’Vision thought back, but he couldn’t say for certain if his voice reached her.

It didn’t matter though, he had arrived.

Vision managed to slow himself down enough to land, though his feet shredded the asphalt beneath him. Bullets flew his way immediately but he sidestepped easily and used the mind stone to blast two agent’s guns to pieces in their hands. The few bystanders left at the edge of the arena now before them, realised this was their indication to leave. They were quickly replaced by what must have been a hundred soldiers.  

Another agent took a run at Vision, electrified baton raised but all it took was a well-placed foot to send him to the ground. Vision continued walking forward, reading for the next onslaught even as Wanda’s voice echoed in his head again. ‘You shouldn’t have come’.

That made him angrier. He didn’t blink as he took out the next three agents before disarming two soldiers who’d mistakenly decided to try their luck against his inhuman body and the power inlaid in his forehead. They’d had enough difficulty restraining Wanda with carefully directed electrified pulses that had her incapacitated, on her knees in pain. They tried the same, turning the pulsing weapons his way but the energy passed harmlessly over him as he phased, carefully avoiding it. He was almost at her now, if he could just get to her side and get her out of the square, away, safe, alive. It was all he could think about.

Someone must have figured that out because next thing Vision knew, all weapons were trained on Wanda.

“Stay right where you are,” a voice crackled over a loudspeaker from a waiting cop car.

Vision didn’t stop until someone took a carefully aimed warning shot and he heard Wanda cry out in pain as she was hit by something. He didn’t know if it was just another pulse or if it was something more final.

The loudspeaker crackled again. “You take one more step and we won’t be taking her into custody, she’ll be going somewhere much more final.”

Vision had been learning a lot about feelings in the last year with Wanda. He’d experienced joy, love, lust, longing. He’d discovered these were warm emotions. Now he knew what rage tasted like.

Rage was cold, so cold. Rage made him irrational. And he was about to discover what happened when he turned that rage against others.

Wanda was on the ground again, clutching at her knee. So, it had been a bullet then. Vision’s shoulders trembled with unrestrained rage as she locked eyes with him, and a bloody, desperate hand reaching out.

And Vision exploded.

Eye-witness accounts would later say it was like the street had come to life. Others would say they thought a Chitarui ship had broken free from beneath the city, that the street had risen from the ground like a huge snake. Others still, would describe the red man, who had supposedly faced down two hundred members of the defence force, as impossibly fast, the yellow energy crackling around him like lighting. They’d say it felt dangerous, it was an ancient power that made the hairs at the back of your neck rise and your gut scream at you to run in the opposite direction. Those testimonies would never reach the news because no one could believe them.

Vision himself couldn’t be entirely sure what happened. He only recalled that he acted without thinking, his movements entirely guided by the immensity of rage crackling through his blood, calling to the stone at his forehead.

The stone, which so often sat dormant at his forehead, acted without his control. The power spread throughout his body and in his anger, he raised his hands, the golden light phasing and crackling about his arms, and thrust them towards the ground with a cry.

The soldiers didn’t have time to use Wanda as bargaining tool as he did this. As the power hit the tarmac the street shuddered and cracked. It didn’t reach the surrounding buildings, restrained only to the street and those who tried to weaponize Vision’s lover. She’d already been used that way once; he’d never let her be trapped again.

With the armed forces in varying levels of disarray, some injured while others just stunned at what they had seen, Vision darted towards Wanda.

The news would later say that an unidentified man and woman arrived on the scene some point into the chaos, but they would never be able to identify the individuals. Something about their cameras conveniently cutting out just in time.

Steve and Natasha raced for Wanda, lying prone and vulnerable in the middle of the street. They’d sent her out for the regular grocery run but hadn’t anticipated her getting caught. Afterall, they’d been in New York often in the last year and had never had problems like this. Vision was quicker and again it was as though the stone acted on his emotions. It took him a moment to recognise Nat and Steve past the caps pulled low over their heads and the masks taking up lower half of their faces, but by then the stone had already done what he must have deemed necessary, at least subconsciously.

As he reached Wanda’s side, throwing himself to his knees beside her and desperately surveying her body for injuries, a barrier appeared crackling in the air around them. Whatever irrational part of him that had seen his old teammates as a risk, wasn’t going to quieten down until he was sure Wanda was safe.

Steve didn’t manage to stop in time and went flying off the barrier. Nat helped him to his feet even as they both hesitated behind the crackling ring of gold energy. Vision didn’t know how to lower the barrier, but at that moment it was the least of his concerns.

“Wanda,” he whispered lifting her carefully and drawing her into his lap. He supported her shoulders and laid a hand against her cheek even as her eyes cracked open. Her lip trembled even as she winced, trying to sit up.

“You weren’t supposed to come,” she said, coughing slightly. “I had it covered.”

“Evidently,” he murmured absentmindedly looking over her knee, glad it had only been grazed by the bullet. The rest of her was fairly scratched up from hitting the ground so many times, but she was remarkably okay. “You know I couldn’t stay away.”

“We promised,” she said, and Vision saw the tears welling in her eyes. “We promised we wouldn’t put each other at risk.”

Vision sighed, if she had the time to worry about him in her state then she really had to be okay. His relief was immeasurable as he dropped his shoulders and pressed his forehead to hers lightly, taking comfort in their shared breaths, evidence they were both still alive. He had thought the worst for a moment.

As he closed his eyes the barrier around them dropped and Steve and Nat were finally able to get to the pair.

“We need to leave, now,” Steve said with all the authority of the leader he had once been. “They’ve called for reinforcements and with the guns their bringing in, we won’t stand a chance like this.”

Vision helped Wanda stand but when she staggered on her injured knee, he immediately scooped her up.

“You understand the decision you’re making her, Vision,” Nat said as they started away from the scene they had caused. “There’s no going back now, are you staying or coming?”

“Staying is not an option anymore,” Vision said without hesitation. His decision had been made the moment he left the compound.

Wanda sighed sadly but rested her head against the crook of his neck in defeat. “You’ll lose everything.”

“As long as I never have to lose you.”

[feeling-weirdy]

Prompt: So timeline would be between aou and cw. Wanda and vision are training with the other avengers and they get lost in each other for a moment. A "get a room" moment for the other avengers.

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"Perhaps it's time for you to come take a break," Vision suggested, strolling into the large room with a smile on his face.  Wanda had situated herself in the air, scarlet magic dancing around her fingers as she fired multiple energy balls towards the practice dummy on the other side of the room.

"I don't have full control of my powers and I'm not going to get there if I don't train,” she grunted, firing one more shot before turning to face him.

"It'll take much more than one day to reach that goal, I'm afraid.”  Vision closed the space between them, eyes fixated on the dummy she had been firing on.  She had spent a great amount of time stuck in this room, inside team practice and out.  Vision found himself constantly coming to fetch her and remind her to take care of herself.  While control was important, nothing scaled above self-care.

“Yeah well...no one seems brave enough to let me practice on them.  Maybe if they would, this would go a little easier.”  Wanda folded her arms, a heavy sigh escaping her lips as she stretched her arms out over her head.  Beads of sweat glistened across her forehead giving away just how much time this particular session had lasted.  The others had long abandoned her and here she was, desperate to get ahold of her power.  Even he could see how little she improved despite her attempts.

Vision smiled at her, shrugging slightly.  “You’re more than welcome to practice on me.”

“Vis, I’m not gonna do that to you,” Wanda chuckled, shaking her head as she focused back towards the training dummy.  She wiggled her fingers, summoning magic into her hand.  

“The probability of you actually harming me is minuscule.”  

She scoffed, turning back to face him.  “You think I won’t hurt you?”

The corner of his lip curled.  “I doubt that very little.”

“Alright...”  Wanda sighed softly, her face beaming with newfound excitement.  She squared herself, keeping a steady flow of magic surrounding her hands allowing them to dance in front of her face.  “So, what if I do?”

“Pardon?”  His head fell to the side, confusion crossing his features.

“What do I get if I hit you?” 

Vision mulled over the idea, unprepared to offer her a prize for her abilities.  “You have been interested in going out about town.  You always stare at that seafood establishment whenever we pass by...Perhaps I’ll let you go where you please, let you eat all you’d like at this restaurant.  Mr. Stark would be providing payment, of course.”

“Then it’s not really a slight on you, now is it?”  She shot a ball of energy in his direction and he easily phased, allowing the energy to pass through his body as he stood before her.

“Clearly, I’d have to deal with the knowledge that you beat me.  A strike to the pride isn’t enough?”  Vision flew upwards, easily dodging three more attacks aimed towards him.  Flying from one side to the other, Vision had little to no difficulty avoiding her attacks. 

“Not really sure that counts, but I’ll take you up on that.”  Using her magic, Wanda flew up after him. 

“Very well.”  The two spent several minutes in a complex dance of avoidance, only causing Wanda to grow more impatient with every swing.  Clearly she had expected this to go in a different direction, but he felt he was hardly putting in any effort as it was.  The goal was target practice, nothing more.

“You not going to tell me what you’ll win?”  Wanda finally asked, another ball flying from her fingers.  The sudden question caused hesitation, the energy moving quickly right above Vision’s ear.

“Confidence is key.”  Vision grinned at her, moving closer to her with every shot.  He flew in easily discernible patterns, a pattern that could simply be noticed that she seemed to begin to pick up on.  Once discovered, he would change it up, slowly moving toward her and behind her once he could manage it.

“That’s a little one-sided, don’t ya think?”  Wanda retorted, flying higher to try to get some advantage over him.  They continued to twirl around each other, desperation evident on her face as she pushed herself.  Vision couldn’t help but feel some semblance of pride at how hard she was working.  She really had been hoping to get these powers under control.

“Are you that uncertain in your abilities?”  Vision chuckled.

“Oh, bite me.”

Wanda closed in on him, a teasing grin spreading across her features as he pulled himself out of the way continuing their unending dance.  She continued to fire more energy in his direction and while some of them would get close, Vision had no issues dodging them. 

Wanda rolled her eyes, hovering for a moment before continuing her assault.  "What, you're not gonna fight back?"

"Against you?  I wouldn’t dream of it.  This is simply sparring practice."

“It kind of ruins the point of having winners and losers, doesn’t it?”  She asked, moving around him and quickly shooting more in his direction.  When her regular attacks didn’t seem to work, he could see her searching their surroundings for something in the environment.  A good tactic especially with how little effect he was allowing her to have over him.  With their abilities connected in some way, he expected she could overpower him were she to really lash out.  Hardly something they should test out, especially in practice, but a curious notion nonetheless.

“There are no winners and losers in practice,” Vision added.  “You insisted there be stakes to win and I obliged.”

“Sounds like a chicken to me,” Wanda teased, wiggling her fingers yet again, this time grabbing a piece of equipment sitting and throwing it in his direction.  The big, mostly empty room only echoed as the Vision chuckled, her teasing words filling his mind. 

“I only have hope that your abilities will continue to improve.  That is my only goal.  Who wins doesn’t matter so long as you learn...you will always win.”

“Uh-huh...sure.”  Wanda’s hands shook, pushing them towards each other as she concentrated on creating an even greater mass of energy.  A smile flickered across her face, shoving it in a quick shot that nearly hit him.  The color drained from her face, the amount of magic she had thrown into that one shot had taken more out of her than she had intended. 

“You were exponentially close that time.”  Vision attempted to soothe her frustrations, though by the expression on her face he failed at that.

“Now I know you’re just messing with me.”  Wanda’s breathing staggered, slowly landing to try and catch her breath.  Vision followed after her, landing gently in front of her.  

“Perhaps.  Are you alright?”  He placed a hand on her shoulder, lowering his head slightly to get a better scan of her face.  With one deep breath, Wanda regained control over it and her eyes flashed a deep crimson red.

“You shouldn’t let your guard down.” One more small blast of energy shot out of her, directly hitting Vision in the chest.  With a grunt he keeled over, steadying himself against her shoulder for a moment before he opened his mouth.

“Outstanding...if not a little cheap.”  He peered over at her with a small grin, pushing himself off of her but keeping their close distance.  Vision lost himself in her eyes, taking note of how her breath still faltered slightly.  She reached over to his chest, placing a small hand along the area that she hit.  His chest tightened at the contact, her eyes settling on any damage that she could find.  “You did well.”

“Sorry.  I couldn’t resist,” she laughed, her gaze shifting back up to him.  “You’re not hurt, are you?”

“I’ll be-”

“Alright, you two.  Knock it off,” Tony spoke up from the corner of the room, clapping in two sudden movements.  Wanda quickly removed her hand, distance finally pushing them apart from each other.  “No one needs to see all that in here.  Practice is over.” 

“Pretty sure you owe me that night out though,” Wanda giggled, nudging him slightly as she followed out the door Tony disappeared through.

Vision sucked in his teeth, grimacing slightly.  “That certainly seems to be the case.”

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: WandaVision (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Wanda Maximoff/Vision Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Vision (Marvel), Monica Rambeau Additional Tags: Tragedy, Angst and Tragedy, Angst, Heavy Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Hurt Wanda Maximoff, POV Wanda Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff Needs a Hug, Protective Vision (Marvel), Sweet Vision (Marvel), Poor Vision (Marvel), Goodbyes Summary:

And Wanda was fine with being the villain, people already feared her nevertheless, even when she fought for them. She made herself the villain to get her family back.

Westview, her transformed version of it, was her dream.

But, she still lost him anyways, all the same.

 - Wanda and Vision say their goodbyes. -

This fic has taken everything i had from me. It has drained my soul, my lifeblood, my thoughts emotions dreams, my realizations, every bit of knowledge i had inside of me, from me. For months.

And now, it’s over.

I pored my entire being into this fic. into giving wanda and vision, two characters whose stories utterly own me, the goodbyes they deserve.

Read it if you can, (even comment if you want to) I’d certainly appreciate it. I love what i wrote for wandavis. I love these characters. I love what i wrote for them.

Sigh...

[dismuch47]

ADVANCED SETTINGS (Part 2)

Winner of Scarlet Vision Drabbles votting. Because SV/WV fans are thirsty af. 

So I lied. This “drabble” is mutating and I’m long-winded. There will be a part 3.

Advanced Settings: Wanda and Vision find there is more to iron out in making their relationship “work”. This section is rated Explicit.

Vision’s head reared up when he heard the bathroom door finally creak open. He turned towards Wanda, to see her large eyes downcast. Her flame-like hair was free of it’s bun, draped behind her shoulders. She had one of the hotel robes on, which concealed her slim figure in white plushness. She chanced to look up at him, like a sorry child.

The synthezoid strode over to her, wine-glass ready for her, gentle and assuring smile upon his lips.

“Vision I’m sorry-“

“Absolutely nothing to atone for-“

“-But I was being so-“

“-Honest, which I so admire in you.”

Wanda huffed, accepting the wine. Her unease appeared to be waning. “Can’t you just be upset with me? I would understand…”

“Never.” He punctuated the word, pointedly. Then smiled broadly. Wanda finally caved with a grin, looking away.  Vision gently captured her chin with his thumb and index finger, directing her back to his sincere face. “My greatest satisfaction is in seeking yours. And that you somehow are able to accept me. Odd quirks and all.”

“Vis…”

Her eyes were glittering. She was experiencing strong emotion. Unclear if it was extreme sentimentality or misplaced guilt, it seemed logical to stoop down and kiss her full lips to make it better. His index finger stroked down her chin and ventured down her soft throat. Wanda’s breathing shifted as warm and featherlight touch lingered on creamy collarbone. He had become expert at these areas of sensitivity, eliciting honest breathy responses from his love of flesh and blood. Cause and reaction. Scripted and executed

But perhaps there were some modifications he could accommodate to his side of the performance. Inwardly, he did not enjoy contemplating that notion. Their relationship had, thus far, been founded on honesty and acceptance. It seemed dishonest to her and a reminder to him of his limitations by… pretending. Sex was proving to be more emotional than he had anticipated, which was an extremely murky concept for him to grasp…though, slowly, he was learning. Through Wanda, he was learning.

Wanda’s hungry stomach gurgled loudly in protest, causing the two to open their eyes at eachother mid-kiss, before breaking away in laughter.

Vision took his place on the loveseat first, angling himself so that Wanda could easily nestle her back into his side when she came over with her plate of late-night indulgences and wine. She gave a sigh of contentment once she was situated.

“Anything good on?” she asked, already working on one shrimp. Rather ungracefully. It was endearing.

“3rd Rock from the Sun, Batman, or Green Acres?” Vision turned on the hotel flatscreen.

“Which would you like?”

“Whichever you prefer.”

“Right, but if YOU had to pick one-“

“I would pick what you would pick.”

A moment lapsed. Wanda’s chewing even ceased. Clearly Vision had miscalculated and his response had been received as an irritant rather than as affectionate. He was about to modify his meaning when Wanda spoke up.

“Well, I’m too tired for spazzy Dick Solomon, no to cheesy super heroes… so I guess Green Acres it is.” Her tone was not as cheerful as it had been.

Vision turned it to the right station, feeling uneasy. He wanted to correct their interaction, but he eased back into the loveseat when Wanda leaned her head against his chest. She still wanted contact.

It was interesting, hearing the lines dubbed in Russian. They turned on English subtitles for Wanda’s sake, but even she said that she didn’t know how long her eyes would last, straining to read and comprehend the words in her second language. Vision asked a couple of times if she was ready for bed. She would lazily protest, trying to “convince” him she was wide awake by how well she could mumble the catchy theme song. But it was clear that she was fading fast. She just wanted to stay in his embrace.

And that would have been suffice for Vision, if he didn’t feel she would significantly benefit from a good night’s sleep. When he was sure she was unconscious enough, he slowly and gradually phased through the couch to let the cushions take his place. He set about turning off most of the lights, save for one lamp to provide a soft glow to guide Wanda to the bed. He then went about covering the left-over food with a napkin and stacking her dishes in a neat presentation for the food service team.

After placing the tray outside the door, Vision returned to coax Wanda to proper slumber, only to see her now splayed out on the couch. Turning about upon the upholstered texture had worked her thick robe open. Her smooth skin exposed in a thin sliver between her breasts, down her navel, with a bent leg peeking out from under the cloth as the only provision of modesty.

She was... a vision.

He came closer, peering down at her in contemplative wonder, to see her eyes sleepily open. She then extended a graceful arm  to him, slender hand beckoning. Her unspoken request transparently clear to him.

Vision’s clothes collapsed into a shapeless pile on the floor as his physical form faded in a golden shimmer for an instant. The very sight of his body stimulated her, he knew that well. He lightly wedged one knee between her legs, to steady himself as he leisurely untied the fastening of her askew robe. Wanda’s breathing deepened, her hands reaching above herself, tangling in an auburn pool of silky hair as soft terry peeled away from taunt flesh…

The synthezoid had always told Wanda that human bodies were not completely unlike an advanced, organic computer. She would scrunch her nose, sure that he was innocently patronizing her on some level. But it was true. And being globally aware of any and all signals and energies, seeing them in her now was not so different. Perhaps he didn’t know what they meant exactly, or what they felt like, but trace currents of electricity and signals from the brain to the billions and billions of neurons throughout the human body made sense to Vision. It was quite the light show, when he truly connected to the body’s activities as he was now. It mapped out what efforts were effective, and what areas needed his rapt attention next. Where to experiment with a squeeze, lick, or bite. When a rapid rhythm was paramount or a restrained thrust would guarantee instant and powerful release.

It was confusing, marrying the biological science which made complete sense to the synthezoid, to the complete language of erotica which was more abundantly used in literature and pop culture… and completely conceptional. And yet here Vision was, observing the messaging of Wanda’s body, comparing it to a brilliant and unbridled sea storm of scarlet, scattering billions of ruby fractals across her glittering coral shores. Complete nonsense, yet complete truth.

“Vis!” Wanda cried. Her thighs twitched in his strong grasp as the first scarlet wave hit. Vision raised his head from between her legs, laving his slick tongue over her apex one last time, like a signature. She gasped, well past the brink, her fist clutching at her hair to hold on to something.

He leaned over her, parting her legs wider, but massaged them after keeping them so restricted over his broad shoulders for a time. He then skimmed his maroon hands up her pelvis, and around to cradle the curve of her rear, then scooted her down close to himself. Wanda propped herself up on her elbows, but immediately her head fell back in helpless passion as she felt him sheath himself deeply in her and start a powerful rhythm.

Verbal coaxing always elicited positive response. “Wanda.” Vision murmured, deeply. More rubies and stardust, just at his voice. Wanda was too overcome to form words, but her hand traveled down below her navel, to where they joined and moved as one, then up his front. She squeezed, rubbed, then clawed… but to no avail. He could feel her touch… but it didn’t create storms and shooting sparks within him as it would her.

She dimmed in sadness. Suddenly those ethereal shores were darkening. Vision wavered. He was failing her.

He swallowed hard, reeling at this complete disappointment in himself, so he made a flawed calculation. He slowed, simulated heavy panting, eyes shut tight as if with desire. There was a shimmer in Wanda, of hopeful excitement. He recalled love-scenes in movies, trying to remember how the male human interacts, even though the camera was always fixed on the female in the thralls of ecstasy. He moaned softly, and then more loudly and with urgency. It was an act. It felt wrong and stupid to him. Humiliating even…

“STOP IT.” Wanda commanded. Vision abruptly stopped, gladly, yet mortified at being found out.

“I… I was just-“

“I know what you were doing, Vis.” Wanda slid herself out from under him. She was upset. “For a moment I thought…” Her voice broke off.

Vision sat back on his haunches, realizing the gravity of what he had done. “I thought it would help.”

Wanda stood up, sniffling back her frustration. She picked up the robe and put it back on, avoiding his pleading eyes. “I know you did. I know.” She put her face in her hands for a moment. The synthezoid stood up in concern, wanting to hold her. He moved forward to do so, but she put a hand up. “I just need you to let me hurt about this for a little, Vis. Okay? And not to try and fix it.”

Vis looked down at his feet, dejected. He slowly gathered his pants and slid them over his compact form. He felt Wanda’s arms slide under his and around his torso. He bowed his head.

“I’m sorry. So sorry, dear heart.” Vision’s voice had never hitched in such a manner before.

“Me too.” She held on to him for a few more beats. “I’m going to bed.”

“I am…  going read for a bit.”

“…Alright.” The departure of her embrace left him standing alone in the dark.

[pxrkersgwen]

Cw// wandavision spoilers

I will be needing an angsty scarletvision fic on if wanda didn't get to vision on time in the newest episode please 👉👈

[spellsofscarlet]

A ScarletVision reunion in the stars*.…-*

[antonivs]

i wanted to do something before endgame, so here you have it, my first marvel fanvid!

[materassassino]

Visions

GUESS WHO JUST GOT BACK FROM INFINITY WAR AND IS VERY NOT OK AND DIDN’T HAVE A GOOD TIME? HAHAHA YEAH THAT WOULD BE ME.

There was so much Wanda/Vision in this movie I couldn’t resist. I had to. I have to fix things. So yeah, uh, SPOILERS FOR INFINITY WAR, obviously. Angst? Sad things? 

Wanda does not expect to reform, so when the atoms that compose her cells are suddenly one again, the building blocks of her existence once more forming her mind, her body, her soul, it is like being plunged into Arctic water.

She drags air into her lungs as they inflate again, and it tastes both stale and sweet as nectar. Her synapses crackle, refinding their routes, her muscles tremble uncontrollably. Her eyes take a moment to know how to see again, light and shadow and colour and movement indistinguishable until they unblur. Her head spins, oxygen flooding her brain again. Her entire system is in shock, going haywire as it rediscovers the autopilot it has always run on.

As she stumbles forward on new-born fawn-legs, she notices her surroundings. Black… no, not black. Just dark, but there are colours there, purples and pinks and blues and a few she doesn’t have names for, studded with stars. She whirls, mind a tornado, but it is all the same. She looks down, and she is reflected on a nebula-strewn floor which ripples with her every step. She looks up again, and tilts her head. Before her, there is a boy.

He floats, cross-legged, reflected in the floor as well, no older than seventeen at the most. He wears a red hoodie, too big for him, its sleeves rolled up to reveal bracelets and wristbands similar to her own, his nails painted black as his fingers move in the same erratic way hers do, only bright blue. On his legs, dark skinny jeans, torn at the knees, and on his torso a black t-shirt. As she steps closer, she notices, both bright silver against the dark of his shirt, a Magen David and a pentacle, on the same leather cord. Closer still, and she can see his face.

Her heart stops. She doesn’t know whether it’s the tear ducts relearning their function or something else, but tears roll down her cheeks of their own accord. His hair is black, and his face… oh, his face. There is something of her, and something of Pietro, and something of… of… She lets out a sob. Oh, there is so much of Vision in the boy’s face, it leaves her breathless.

He opens his eyes and they widen.

“Mom!” he exclaims, his feet meeting the floor. She stares, wondering if her ears work properly yet. He rushes to her, black sneakers making no noise, and he goes to touch her. She doesn’t fight it. She touches his face, staring at it, cards a hand through his hair, full of yearning in a way she never knew existed.

“How…?” she breathes. His smile is tentative, higher on the left than the right, all Pietro, but the tenderness in his eyes, that is all Vision. The tears spill forth again. Who is this boy who breaks her heart with every second she looks at him?

“That’s not important,” he says. “I don’t have much time.”

“Time for what?” That’s all there seems to be in this place, time. How can he not have enough? She wants him to stay, stay forever, with her. Letting him go feels like it would like ripping out half of her own heart.

“To give you a message,” he says. “For you and Dad.”

Dad. “Vision?” she murmurs. He nods, and her heart stills again, missing infinite beats as she remembers. She tried, oh Vision, she tried. But then there is this boy in front of her, this impossible boy, so how can she have failed? She has so many questions and she knows she cannot have any answers, though she does not know whether it is because they are beyond her, or forbidden to her.

“Everything will be fine,” he says, insistent, hands tightening on her arms in reassurance. “We’re gonna fix it. Everything will be fine. Me and Tommy… we’re gonna make it ok again.”

She shakes her head, slowly, heavy with incredulity. “How? How can this be fixed?”

He takes a deep breath. “We will fix it,” he repeats, his voice heavy with a teenager’s certainty. “We’re gonna do it, Mom.”

A voice echoes all around them, thick with worry: Billy, get out of there!

He looks up, back to her. “I promise, Mom,” he says. He pulls her against him, into his skinny arms, tight for the briefest moment, before stepping back, away from her, before she realises she needs to return the embrace with a fervour she has never felt before. She snatches for him, desperate not to let him go, but he shakes his head, tears welling in his own brown eyes.

“I have to go,” he says.

“Will I ever see you again?” she begs, her arms feeling frozen with emptiness.

“Maybe,” he says, with a sad smile, and then he is fading, and she is being unmade again, piece by piece, dust on the wind, too quick to be painful, too real to be painless.

Of course, she thinks with her last conscious thoughts before oblivion returns to claim her. She’d always liked those names, Uiliam and Toma.

[thiefofbreathvevo-blog]

i don't have any love of my own so i find it in other things. i find it in others' love, i find it in my music and in my pets. in the colours of the sunset, the silent flit of a monarch's wing, in a way that a thorn from a rose pierces my hand

(this sounds really poetic but its just me and my undatable self copin™ with otps and punk rock)

[ashyblondwaves]

Angsty but ultimately happy prompt/hc- Vision was fucking terrified of being a father? After the initial joy and wonder, I think he catastrophised a *lot* about his perceived inadequacies to the point it caused him to have an anxiety attack? Bc while he would never leave Wanda & he loves his unborn child, he is terrified he cannot provide for them in the same way and thinks he's ruined her life.

Time for Vision to have his panic moment! Thanks for sending in a prompt, anon! <3 I'm sorry that I didn't end this on the happy note. They just wouldn't go there once I got started. Oops.

****

"I'm pregnant, Vis. It's twins!"

There was joy. God was there joy, but the revelation still bounced around his head like a ping pong ball let loose. Pregnant? How? Well, he knew how but they weren't even sure if such a thing was possible between them. And yet, here they were, ready for the next journey of their lives without much warning.

Vision stared at Wanda's stomach as if something was going to happen with the fetuses that, according to his searches, should be the size of a strawberry. Ten weeks. That brought them to some time in April when conception took place and due date of roughly January 6th.

He was going to be a father. To twins.

Looking down at the ultrasound picture trapped between his fingers a sudden rush of dread washed over Vision. Would the babies be ok? To his knowledge, there'd never been a baby born that was half Synthezoid, let alone two.

What if there was something wrong? Something catastrophic and the babies couldn't sustain life outside the womb. Or worse, what if there was something so devastatingly wrong, Wanda lost the babies?

What had they done?

How could he possibly be a proper father? How would the children perceive him? How do you tell a child that their father is not human. Not normal. Not worthy.

The dread grew. Crawling from the pit of Vision's stomach and spreading like crippling vines throughout his body. They took hold and squeezed until his systems could barely process the act of standing and he had to sit down, taking in air with shuddering gasps and gripping the ultrasound picture until it crinkled under his grasp.

"Vision, what's wrong?" Wanda asked, taking a seat beside him.

"What..." Vision gasped, jumping when Wanda's hand pressed against his shoulder. "Have I done?"

"Vision?"

"This is all wrong," Vision said, dropping the ultrasound picture to the floor. "We shouldn't have done this. I can't possibly give you all the life you deserve. How can we bring children into the world that..."

The vines of dread seemed to extend from his body, sneaking out like a virus and infecting Wanda. Tears pricked her eyes as she searched for words.

"What do you mean, Vision?" she asked, voice wavering. "How could you possibly think this is a mistake?"

"How can I..." Vision's voice caught in his throat. "What will the world think of me as a father?"

"I don't care what the world thinks!" Wanda yelled. "All I care about is you, me and these babies."

"But don't you see?" Vision said. He plucked the ultrasound picture off the floor and pointed at the small shapes. "We've created life that's half Synthezoid. We'll never know peace when the media finds out."

Wanda grit her teeth, spitting out her words through her teeth. "I don't care about the media."

"Well I do!" Vision yelled, finally letting the vines of dread explode and take over the entire room. "I will never be worthy to be a father to these babies, the press will make sure of that."

"Let them!" Wanda bellowed, throwing her hands in the air. "You've been in the press since the day you were born. Everything you've done has been scrutinized and you never cared. Why not? Why over our babies?"

"Because they already mean everything to me!" Vision said, turning to Wanda. "I want to protect them from every awful thing that the press could ever say and I... can't."

"If you know you can't control it, why? Why worry now?" Wanda asked tilting her head as if trying to understand Vision.

Vision closed his eyes, worrying on his bottom lip as he tried to form his next words.

"What if there's something wrong with them?" Vision asked quietly. "Because of me. What if they..."

"Don't say it," Wanda snapped. "Don't fucking say it."

"They'll pick them apart, Wanda," Vision said. He found it in him to stand again and pace the room. "Like science experiments."

The vines gripped Wanda again. Her face paled and she swallowed hard.

"It's just something we have to conquer," Wanda said weakly. "Like everything else."

That much was obvious, Vision thought. But there were so many gray areas. Too many to ease his mind. Those vines would stay firmly rooted to his body while they would slowly creep through the house and tangle everything in it. Infecting the house with a layer of dread and apprehension.

And they were helpless to stop it.

[shittyromcom]

I have a hard time reading fluff because it makes me feel empty and crave a relationship desperately, so instead I read smut and angst because the feeling of lust and sadness is easier to deal with than all the things that comes with fluff. Like you won’t even think about, fluff seems so simple, but then it’s builds up and builds up before hitting you like a freight train.

[visionsofus]

Ooo angsty but 19 please!

wow this made me emotional, it has no plot or premise other than the prompt but I hope it makes you feel something! I hate the idea of them fighting but I do love writing angst. thank you for asking ❤️

from this list

19. What do they fight about? What are their arguments like? How do they make up?

They rarely fight. But when they do sometimes the line between fighting with words and their power can overlap.

Vision swallowed deeply and shakily ran a hand down his face. It was an opportunity to close his eyes so that he didn’t have to look at Wanda and her back, firmly turned on him. “I’m sorry,” he began the words feeling heavy as lead in his mouth, “but I don’t really want to talk to you right now.”

Wanda was glad she had turned away, lest he see exactly how what he said affected her. For a moment all she could feel was the wooden dresser under her finger tips. It splintered beneath her grip, red lines of power dancing along its surface and raising shards of woods out like knives. She dropped her hands shakily to her side but refused to let him see what she’d done. She hadn’t lost control of her powers like that in months.

“You should leave,” Wanda said, the words doing their best to hold back, even as she forced them out.

“Only if it’s okay with you,” Vision said quietly and it hurt even more that he still cared enough to make sure she was safe, especially after such a fight.

There he went, putting her before his needs, again. Wanda ground her teeth against everything she might say. “You should leave,” she repeated instead.

Vision had taken a few steps forward and Wanda couldn’t help but move towards him as he leant around her to get his coat from where it hung on the wall behind her. All she could do was close her eyes and will herself not to reach out to him, to ask him to stay. It wasn’t fair.

As he drew back he brushed her cheek with the back of his hand, wiping away a phantom tear. Wanda jerked at the contact and the feeling of his consciousness so close to her. She lost control, again. Or perhaps it was a last, frayed attempt at saving a little bit of what they had.

She felt her power draw him in, gasping as the intensity of what they each felt collided in one horrifying crash of emotions. Her ears roared and her head throbbed. It only lasted a second but those few moments were enough to comprehend the extent of Vision’s feelings, his regret, his sadness, the frustrating longing to touch her, to console her lying beneath it all.

She thought she saw a muscle tick in his jaw, but that was the only indication that he had felt a fraction of what she had seen behind his sad eyes. Wanda pressed her hands over her mouth and walked away from him again, moving to stand opposite the window.

“We’ll take a break then,” Vision said, and she felt rather than heard his words, “I’ll see you in September as we planned but until then… I just need some time.”

Wanda nodded, not trusting herself to speak, unable to move until she heard the door close behind Vision, marking his departure. She lasted a moment longer before her knees gave out and she hit the floor. Curling in on herself, the pain in her chest grew until it was greater than any external hurt she had ever endured.

[redhairedwolfwitch]

Out Of My League - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Request: Can you write a Natasha or Wanda x Reader fic where it's inspired from a song called "Out Of My League" by Stephen Speaks?

A/n: I read the lyrics and I hope this is okay, I separated the paragraphs so there could be more...gaps? so to say? I hope you enjoy this... (to a certain extent)

it's her hair and her eyes today that just simply take me away and the feeling that i'm falling further in love makes me shiver but in a good way

You were just a simple SHIELD agent working for Stark Industries after SHIELD fell. That was where you met her. Wanda Maximoff. The Scarlet Witch. From the first moment you saw her, you were enchanted by her beauty and her personality.

all the times i have sat and stared as she thoughtfully thumbs through her hair and she purses her lips, bats her eyes as she plays, with me sitting there slack-jawed and nothing to say

Wanda didn’t dare read your mind but she loved being friends with you. She loved that she could just talk and you’d listen, full attention on her as she talked about her twin brother’s death. She believed nobody could love her again... she had no idea how you felt.

coz i love her with all that i am and my voice shakes along with my hands coz she’s all that I see and she’s all that I need and i'm out of my league once again 

Wanda and her powers were amazing, but even though you knew she didn’t deserve you, it didn’t stop you loving her. You smiled as you turned around a corner, entering the empty elevator to cheerfully grin and celebrate. You were falling for her. it's a masterful melody when she calls out my name to me as the world spins around her she laughs, rolls her eyes and i feel like i'm falling but it's no surprise coz i love her with all that i am

You smiled, love-struck as you and Wanda spun around on the merry-go-round, the entire world spinning around Wanda as she laughs happily. She rolls her eyes playfully as you stumble, slightly dizzy as the two of you left the park, hands close, fingers brushing together.

and my voice shakes along with my hands cause it's frightening to be swimming in this strange sea but i'd rather be here than on land yes she's all that i see and she's all that i need and i'm out of my league once again Your voice stuttered as your hands shook, the feeling like you were drowning began to overwhelm you as you lay in bed, blankets cocooning you. You gasped for breath before you gently fell asleep, unbeknownst to the red energy in your room.

it's her hair and her eyes today that just simply take me away and the feeling that i'm falling further in love makes me shiver but in a good way

You smiled as you walked into breakfast and sat down with the Avengers, Wanda smiled in response as you sat down perpendicular to her. Due to special circumstances, you lived at the tower, unlike most of the Stark Industries employees, this meant you saw your love each day. If only she reciprocated those feelings.

all the times i have sat and stared as she thoughtfully thumbs through her hair and she purses her lips, bats her eyes as she plays, with me sitting there slack-jawed and nothing to say coz i love her with all that i am 

You rested your chin on your hand as you gazed at Wanda like she was the only important thing in the world before realising the time and rushing off to do some work. Wanda sighed as you left as her gaze was brought to Vision, the android... but also her crush.

and my voice shakes along with my hands cause it's frightening to be swimming in this strange sea but i'd rather be here than on land yes she's all that i see and she's all that i need 

You pondered and planned through your shift, debating whether to tell her not. You chewed your lip before deciding to tell her as soon as the shift ends. The clock truck 5pm when you launched yourself from your chair to find Wanda.

You felt your heart shatter as they came into view, Wanda and Vision kissing as everyone cheered in delight. Everyone but you. Your shoulders slumped as you felt yourself drowning. You should have realised she loved him not you...

and i'm out of my league once again...

Tagged: @geeksareunique