#wanda maximov x reader

[wandashousewife]

Dear Child (Chapter One)

Pairing — Wanda x Reader

Synopsis — Your father was notorious for going on failed tinder dates for years after your mother had left for her own reasons which she never told you. You never actually thought your father had a chance in the vast sea of relationships until you found out that one of his friends knew a European woman a couple years older than you who wanted to marry him. Strange.

Warnings — Failure dad, absent mother

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You observed with a heavy heart as your father slumped onto the worn-out couch, his tired eyes scanning aimlessly through the channels, seeking solace in the flickering images that danced across the screen. The familiar routine had become a somber ritual ever since your mother's departure, leaving behind a palpable void in the once lively household.

You couldn't fault her for seeking refuge elsewhere, considering the tumultuous nature of your father's existence—a tumult that often mirrored the chaos of a raging inferno. Despite the turmoil, you couldn't help but yearn for the warmth and tenderness your mother once enveloped you in, like a comforting embrace during your tender years. Her absence loomed large, casting shadows of nostalgia and longing over the mundane moments of everyday life.

The room was engulfed in an oppressive silence, punctuated only by the relentless drone of the sports channel emanating from the television's speakers. Amidst the stifling stillness, your father's gravelly voice shattered the tranquility, his words slicing through the heavy air like a dull knife. Each syllable seemed weighed down by the burden of his existence, tinged with the stale odor of cigarette smoke that clung to his every exhale, staining the air with a sickly sweetness that made your stomach churn with disdain.

"Y'know my old buddy Chad?" His inquiry hung in the air, thick with the acrid tang of regret and longing, a bitter reminder of past connections that had soured over time. The mere mention of Chad ignited a simmering rage within you, a visceral reaction to the memory of a man whose arrogance eclipsed even the most brazen displays of confidence. Chad, with his smug demeanor and unwavering self-assurance, epitomized everything you despised in a person—a toxic amalgamation of conceit and entitlement that grated against your very core. The thought of him, swaggering through life with unchecked bravado, filled you with a potent cocktail of resentment and loathing, a sentiment that mirrored your disdain for the pungent stench of your father's breath and the bitter taste it left lingering on your tongue.

“Sadly.” You mumbled under your breath, putting down your phone.

“Well, he finally found me a wife!” Your father's booming voice reverberated through the house, brimming with an infectious excitement that seemed to electrify the very air around him. Wait, what? Chad found him a what?!

“You’re joking.”

"No! He said it’s absolutely real, plus it’s one of those European girls," your father declared with a sly wink, his tone laden with a hint of lasciviousness that left a bitter taste in your mouth. The subtle leer in his eye betrayed a lingering penchant for lewdness, a facet of his personality that never failed to incite your contempt and disdain.

"And he said that she should be here today," he stated proudly, his chest puffing out with a sense of accomplishment. The suddenness of the revelation caught you off guard, prompting a surge of incredulity to bubble within you.

"So you just bought a wife?" you queried, your voice laced with skepticism and a tinge of disapproval, unable to fathom the notion of acquiring companionship through such transactional means.

"Not exactly, apparently he has a buddy from his traveling days who was offering his daughter to someone rich. Great sob story though," your father explained, his tone tinged with a hint of cynicism as he recounted the dubious origins of this supposed arrangement. The mention of a wealthy stranger peddling his daughter as a commodity stirred a sense of unease within you, prompting a cascade of questions about the morality and ethics surrounding such transactions.

The sudden ring of the doorbell shattered the tense atmosphere, signaling the arrival of the anticipated guest. With an almost childlike eagerness, your father sprang from his seat, his footsteps echoing across the floorboards as he hurried to greet the visitor. As the door swung open, you caught your first glimpse of her—a striking figure adorned in luxurious attire, her long, brown locks cascading effortlessly down her shoulders. Despite her undeniable beauty, an air of unease settled over you as you realized that this poised woman standing before you was the embodiment of the arranged alliance your father had so eagerly embraced. With a sinking feeling in your chest, you resigned yourself to the inevitable complications that lay ahead.

“Salutări, numele meu este Wanda. Esti sotul meu?” The woman greeted, with your father just eagerly nodding along, most likely not even understanding her.

"I have no idea what you just said, but you are gorgeous," he declared boldly, his words dripping with unchecked admiration and a brazen disregard for propriety—a trait of your father's that never failed to incite a mixture of embarrassment and exasperation within you. The unabashed forwardness of his compliment served as a stark reminder of the stark contrast between his cavalier approach to social interactions and your own more reserved demeanor.

"Oh, sorry. I said that my name is Wanda, and are you my husband?" she translated, her voice carrying a gentle warmth as she offered a soft smile in response. Your father's eager nod and reciprocated smile seemed to mask an underlying sense of satisfaction, one that hinted at ulterior motives lurking beneath the surface—an unsettling realization that sent a shiver down your spine as you observed the exchange unfold before you.

"Why yes I am, and this is my dear precious daughter, Y/N," he proclaimed, his voice carrying a hint of forced enthusiasm as he introduced you to the stranger standing before you. The subtle nudge from your father prompted a strained smile to tug at the corners of your lips, though beneath the facade of pleasantries, a maelstrom of conflicting emotions churned within you—a tumultuous blend of resentment, apprehension, and reluctant compliance.

Wanda's lingering gaze bore into you with a curious intensity, her eyes probing beneath the surface to unravel the enigma that lay hidden within. The faint hint of intrigue reflected in her expression stirred a flutter of uncertainty within you, prompting a momentary self-reflection as you pondered the possibility of harboring hidden depths that had captured her interest. The notion of being perceived as intriguing by this stranger ignited a spark of curiosity, compelling you to reassess your own sense of identity and the mysteries that lay shrouded within your being.

“She does look like a precious little girl.” Wanda smiled, laughing.

The sudden rush of flustered unease enveloped you like a suffocating cloak, its oppressive weight pressing down upon your senses with a stifling intensity that left you reeling in discomfort. Unlike the whimsical tales of fanfiction where sparkles danced in the eyes of enigmatic strangers revealing their true identities as vampires, the reality of the situation was anything but romantic or fantastical. The notion of Wanda possibly being a vampire, while momentarily amusing, quickly faded into the background as the sheer embarrassment of the situation washed over you like a tidal wave, drowning out any fanciful musings with a stark reminder of your own vulnerability and discomfort.

Despite your father's insistence on giving Wanda a tour of the house, her gaze continued to stray in your direction, each glance feeling like a subtle yet probing exploration of your very essence. The intensity of her scrutiny seemed to linger on you like a weight, igniting a flicker of discomfort that danced along the edges of your consciousness.

The notion of her seemingly feeding off you with her eyes, while possessing an undeniable allure in a different context, now felt uncomfortably inappropriate given the newly formed familial dynamic. The juxtaposition of attraction and familial boundaries blurred into a disconcerting haze, leaving you grappling with a tumult of conflicting emotions and unsettling thoughts.

Despite your repeated protests and fervent attempts to dissuade your father from venturing into your private sanctuary, his relentless insistence persisted, leading the procession towards the one place you had hoped to shield from prying eyes.

With a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, you watched helplessly as he swung open the door to your bedroom, exposing the inner sanctum of your personal space to Wanda's curious gaze. The air hung heavy with a palpable sense of intrusion, as the boundaries of privacy blurred and the carefully curated refuge you had crafted for yourself lay vulnerable to the scrutiny of outsiders.

Wanda's gaze locked onto yours once more, her eyes alight with a mischievous glint that seemed to pierce through the veil of your embarrassment with unnerving precision. The knowing smirk that played upon her lips betrayed an acute awareness of your discomfort, a silent acknowledgment of the boundaries you had sought to uphold and the vulnerability you now found yourself exposed to.

As the evening unfolded, Wanda seamlessly integrated herself into the household, her presence casting a newfound sense of warmth and vitality over the once somber atmosphere. The tantalizing aroma of her culinary creations wafted through the air, filling the space with the enticing promise of a delectable feast. With each savory bite of the Romanian delicacy she had prepared, the rich flavors danced upon your palate, leaving a lingering impression of culinary excellence that spoke volumes of her culinary prowess.

Yet, amidst the conviviality of the dinner table, Wanda's unwavering gaze remained fixated upon you, a constant presence that seemed to defy explanation. The intensity of her scrutiny bore into you like a relentless tide, leaving you unsettled and acutely aware of the unspoken tension that lingered between you. With each passing moment, the weight of her gaze pressed down upon you, an unspoken question lingering in the air, begging to be addressed yet remaining shrouded in enigmatic silence.

[katethewriter]

Wandanat taking care of y/n after they get back home from a mission to robbery gone wrong at their house please 🙏

Safe Now

Pairing: WandaNat x civilian!Reader

Words: 3k~

Warnings: violence, beating, dragging, kicking, robbery gone wrong, nightmares, reader needs a hug, if I need to add any please let me know

A/N: thank you so much for the request anon! I hope I did it justice! Keep the requests coming!

Autumn leaves crunch underneath boot heels. The cool wind blows wisps of red hair around in a frenzy. Streetlamps are the only thing illuminating the ground as the pair approach their house. 

Its the first time they’ve been home in days. Both Wanda and Nat had been sent off on a week long mission. They were supposed to have returned home yesterday, but a delay in the mission and a repair on the quinjet pushed the return back another day and a half. 

When their quinjet touched down late into the night, the pair had considered staying at the compound for the night and returning to their home outside the city in the morning. However, they missed you. Something in the back of their heads told them they needed to go home now. 

This isn’t the first time they have left you alone while they were both on mission, but coming home was different this time. They could feel it as they walked up the pathway to the front door. 

Wanda reaches out to stop her wife, and her brow furrows.

“What is it?” 

Something is wrong. Thats what she wants to say, but instead she just shakes her head and continues on.

They’re tired, exhausted from a long mission. That’s why they miss the early signs.

Natasha slips the key into the lock, and chills run down her back. She pushes the door open quietly and steps inside. 

They expect you to be asleep, tucked away upstairs amongst a mountain of pillows. It’s the only way you can sleep when they are not home. 

The first thing that hits them is the temperature. It’s just as cool indoors as it is outdoors. As they make their way into the house, everything looks as it should. From down the hall, they can see the kitchen light is still on. 

“Milaya?” they call out quietly so as not to spook you.

“Lyubov?” but they get no response.

The two follow the light into the open floor plan kitchen/living room, and that’s when they see it. 

The house is wrecked for lack of a better term. Broken dishes are scattered across the counters and floors. A kitchen chair is turned on its side. The sliding glass door to the backyard is shattered, glass littered everywhere. Drawers are open. The tv and all electronics really are gone. 

Most importantly, you are nowhere to be found. 

“Y/N?!”

They call out for you in unison and still receive no answer. 

Wanda runs for the stairs, following the sound of your thoughts that get louder with every step, “Y/n?!” She takes the steps two at a time; Natasha is right behind her. 

“Y/N?!” they cry out. Running into your shared bedroom, they still don’t see you. “Y/n?” The room looks just like the downstairs. Drawers are pulled open; objects are thrown about. The closet door hangs slightly open. 

Wanda runs to it, “Y/n?” Throwing the door open, she reveals you curled up on the ground. Your hands and feet are tied together. A scarf is tied around your head, gagging your mouth.

When the door opens, you expect to see the people who did this to you, back to finish the job. You look up wildly and scramble away from the door the best you can. Relief washes over you when you see your wives standing in the door way.

Tears stream down your face, and you reach for them with your wrists bound together. 

Wanda kneels before you, “detka! Are you ok? What happened?” She pulls the scarf away from your face, “what happened? Who did this?” Sobs erupt from your hoarse throat. She moves on to untie your hands while Natasha cuts through the binding around your ankles. 

Once you’re free, you crawl into Wanda’s lap and cling to her tightly. 

“You’re safe y/n; we’re here,” she wraps her arms around you, tightly cradling your body to hers. “You’re safe now,” she rocks you back and forth.

“We’ve got you,” Natasha runs her hands up and down your back. Making eye contact with Wanda, she whispers, “We need to sweep the house, make sure there’s no one left-”

“Go,” Wanda nods, “I’ve got her.”  

Natasha presses a kiss to the back of your head. The last thing she wants to do is leave you right now, but Wanda is here. She has to make sure that you’re alone in the house. She also needs to call Steve. They need the team on this to find whoever is responsible. Reluctantly, she stands and exits the closet.

Wanda watches her wife pull her gun before leaving the closet, closing the door behind her. She then turns her attention back to the wife in her lap. She pulls away to take a look at you. She feels anger build in her as her eyes take in every bruise and cut that riddles your body. 

“Milaya, can you look at me?” Despite her anger, she is soft as snow with you, “what happened, love?”

You shake your head as you bury yourself into Wanda’s neck.

Wanda tries to blink away tears; it hurts her to see you in pain. She feels helpless. She needs to know some details in order to help her wife. With the state you are in, communication is near impossible. Wanda has another option, but she can’t bring herself to make you live it again.

“Can you tell me, please?”

Sobs still rack your body as Wanda rocks back and forth. She knows she has no other choice.

Wanda presses a long kiss to your temple, “may I look?” She kisses your temple again to help you understand her question, "in here?"

There’s a pause. Wanda regrets she even asked, but somewhere between your cries, you manage to nod your head. Granting Wanda permission.

“Ok,” Wanda holds you a bit tighter and kisses your head, “I’m sorry.” Reluctantly, she hovers her fingers over your temple. Red wisps dance between her fingers before they sink beneath your skin.

Both of you slip into your mind to find the all too painful memory.

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Light peers in through the kitchen windows. The clock reads 9:30 am.

The smell of coffee fills the air. As you enter the kitchen to pour yourself another cup.

Aside from the birds singing outside, it’s quiet, near silent. It always is when Natasha and Wanda are away. They were supposed to be home yesterday, but they will be home today.

You’re lost in the warm thoughts of being together again when the sound of shattering glass makes you drop your mug.

Looking up, you see three men entering the house through the broken glass doors. They look just as shocked to see you as you are to see them. The only difference being the utter fear in your eyes.

It happens so fast.

All three of them rush you at once. You run, trying to reach the panic button disguised as a light switch, but you don’t make it.

One of them grabs your shoulder, while the other grips your shirt. Not giving up, you thrash in their hold, still trying to get to that switch, one of many spread throughout the house.

It was Natasha’s idea, but Wanda was onboard immediately. You hadn’t really felt they were necessary, but the look in their eyes changed your mind.

You’ve witnessed the nightmares. The ones that have Nat sitting up, sobbing in the middle of the night. The absolute worst ones. Her worst nightmare is not that her past has caught up to her. No, her worst nightmare is that her past has caught up to you.

Wanda insists. She’s making new enemies by the day since she joined the avengers. After losing her parents and her brother, she begs you to agree. “I can’t lose you,” she whispered, “please.”

So you agreed to settle their worries. The hidden points all throughout the house did in fact make you feel safer. If you’re ever in trouble, you know you can push one, and your wives will come save you immediately.

If only you could reach it.

You fight and fight, but the switch is just out of your reach.

You can tell these aren’t any enemies of your wives. Their fighting is weak and sloppy. They’re barely holding on to you, and there’s two of them against one of you.

Just because these aren’t trained fighters/assassins/secret agents, doesn’t mean they can’t still do considerable damage.

You’re reminded of this when one strikes you in the back of the head. You stop fighting then. You try to keep fighting for your wives, but your vision is going blurry and your body isn’t responding to you like it usually does.

After that, you’re not really aware of what’s going on around you. The men are yelling at you, asking questions, screaming at you and you’re not hearing any of it. The screams then mix with blows, a fist to the face, throwing you from wall to wall, and eventually a few kicks to the stomach.

By the time it’s all over, you are alone in the bottom of your closet. You remember there’s a safe button on the side of the shoe rack, but one attempt to shift closer to it erupts into deep pain everywhere.

Taking in the situation, you realize you’re tied up at the hands and feet. A scarf gagging your mouth. You’re completely alone, with no way to go get help or cry for help…

… and no idea when your wives will be home to find you.

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Suddenly, you are back on the closet floor with Wanda’s arms around you.

The thrust back into the present is violent. More violent than Wanda is used to.

Your sobs return with a new ferocity. Gripping Wanda even tighter, you try to convince yourself that it’s over. Nat and Wanda are here. You are safe.

Wanda feels a rage she has never known. Watching the memory, Wanda knows these intruders were not a part of any organization. They were just a few greedy civilians. They beat the love of her life and left her for dead. All over a couple valuables.

“I tried,” your lilting voice draws Wanda’s attention back to what’s most important, “I tried to reach the switch.”

“Sh sh sh,” the witch pulls you closer to her careful not to pull too hard. “I know, shhhh. You did the best you could detka,” she whispers in your ear, “I’m so sorry we weren’t here moya lyubov.” Tears spill down her face at the thought of what could have been. “I’m so so sorry.”

“Please don’t go again,” you scramble as close to her as possible, “please don’t leave me.”

Wanda pulls away just enough to cup your face and look into your eyes, “I am here, and I am not going anywhere ok?”

She waits for you to nod your head.

When you do, she continues, “we are here with you. You are safe. We are gonna get you taken care of. Ok?”

There’s a knock at the door, and panic seizes you again. You cling to Wanda trying to put as much distance between you and the door as possible.

“Shhhhh,” Wanda rubs your back to calm you down, “it’s just Nat, detka.”

You peak out of Wanda’s beck to see your other wife kneeling in front of you.

“Natasha?”

“I’m here, lyubov,” the widow reaches out for you, and you crawl into her arms. She holds you so gently, you forget the brutality her hands are capable of.

Wanda mentally relays what she learned from your memory. Not the whole thing, but the important details. When Nat is fully caught up, she grips you just a bit tighter, never wanting to let you go again.

“There’s no one else in the house,” Nat says more to Wanda than to you. You are so far buried into her neck, you can’t hear anything but your cries and the beating of your heart. “I called Steve,” she continues, “he’s gathering a team. They’ll be out here shortly to investigate.”

Wanda runs her fingers through your hair and makes eye contact with Nat. “She panicked when you knocked on the door. I don’t think she can take that many people right now,” she speaks directly into Natasha’s mind.

The widow nods in understanding. “Love,” she pulls away to get your attention, “can you look at me?” She wipes the tears from your face as your breathing starts to settle again. “Do you want to stay at the compound? We’ll get out of here before they get to the house. How does that sound?”

“We can have Cho check you out and get you tucked into bed before the rest of them get back,” Wanda tucks hair behind your ear, “would that be ok?”

You nod your head, knowing you don’t have a voice.

Wanda presses a long kiss to your forehead, followed by a few more, “come love.” She stands, and you whimper at the loss of contact. “I’m right here,” she reaches down to you.

Together, they help you to your feet, “neither of us are going anywhere. I promise you that.” Natasha has an arm wrapped around your waist, “do you think you can walk?”

Nodding, you take one step just fine. The next step, however, has your ankle rolling underneath you and your body crumbling to the floor in pain.

Quickly Wanda and Natasha catch you before you hit the ground. Natasha takes you into her arms as gently as she can and carries you down to the car.

Much later at night, more like very early the next morning, they finally have you tucked away between them in their bedroom in the compound.

Natasha first carried you to the med bay. Cho bandaged your wounds, wrapped your sprained ankle, and checked you for a concussion. Once you were cleared, Natasha carried you up to their bathroom where Wanda was already drawing a bath.

Now, you are clean and warm, with your wives on either side of you watching over you protectively. Sleeping with help of medication.

Wanda lies beside you; her chest acting as your pillow. Her fingers filtered through your hair that smelled of her shampoo.

Nat lies behind you. An elbow on the pillow props her head up enough for her to look down at you. A hummed melody floats from her throat to your ears quietly to keep you asleep. She traces patterns on your back careful to avoid any tender spots. Careful kisses are placed on your shoulder.

Knowing they won’t be able to sleep, they will sit in this bed and watch you sleep for however long you need them to. Neither one willing to leave this room.

They only ever use this room if they need to crash after a late night mission. Ever since the three of you moved into the house, they would much rather come home to you. You have only slept in here after one or two of Tony’s parties when everyone was a little too drunk to make it home.

Sitting up, contemplating the night’s events, Natasha can’t stop imagining what could have happened if they had stayed at the tower instead of going home to you.

“But we didn’t,” Wanda stops Natasha’s thoughts with her own.

They lock eyes, Nat counters, “she would have been like that all night.”

“But she wasn’t,” the witch stops her again. She looks down to you and strokes your cheek. “We can’t go down that path. We're here now. She's here now, and she needs us-"

As if on cue, you begin to writhe in their arms. You break out into a cold sweat, and your breathing spikes. Your face crumples as a nightmare grips your entire body.

"Shhhh, detka," they coo, "you're safe. You're ok; it's not real."

They try to gently shake you to wake you up. However, afraid that you were going to hurt yourself, they ended up just holding you still.

"Wake her up, Wanda."

The witch nods and quickly does so. Your eyes spring open as you frantically look around the room.

"Hey look at me," Wanda cups your cheek, "it's just us, detka. You're safe. We're in the compound; no one can hurt you."

"I think they're here. Are they here?" your voice croaks in between ragged breaths.

"Shhhhh," Natasha runs her hand up and down your arm, "they're not here. The team found them. They're on their way to the raft now. They will never hurt you again."

You collapse against your wives, falling into tears again. They hold you until your sobs reduce to hiccups, wishing they could take this pain from you.

Eventually the three of your breathing syncs, and you are almost calm again.

"Hold me tighter," you whisper, "please."

Of course, they oblige, burrowing as close to you as possible.

"We love you," Wanda presses a long kiss to your forehead.

Natasha echoes into your ear, "we love you so much."

For the first time tonight, a small smile graces your face, "I love you."

"You need to sleep as best you can, lyubov."

Your entire body tenses at the thought. You can't sleep. You don't want to risk reliving the nightmare again.

"I can give you a good dream," Wanda offers. Her fingers trace patterns on your arm.

Once again, you relax back into the embrace of your wives, nodding gratefully.

With a wave of her fingers, Wanda plants a memory in your subconscious. She chooses the night Natasha proposed to you and Wanda, one of the best nights of your lives.

"Sleep, neither of us are leaving."

They both kiss your head again, whispering reassurances of their love and protection.

Your eyes slip closed, and you drift off to sleep feeling safe and oh so loved.

[shallyouobeyme]

Dream

Yandere!/Dark!Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch x reader

Summary: Left alone with nightmares and pictures of your loved ones dying when you close your eyes, you're trying your best to leave the woman you had secretly loved and who had turned into an evil witch and died behind you, but maybe - just maybe - she doesn't want to let you...

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT Warning: Dark content, mentions of previous murders, MoM Spoilers(?), Blood (Mentioned), Yandere, _This is all just fiction, I do not condone this!

Bea: Okay, so this is loosely based on a scene from a fanfiction I abandoned when I was like 15. It was honestly a giant cringe-fest, but this one scene never left my mind for long so I decided to recycle it into something my current messed-up self will enjoy. This is also day one of my writetober so check it out. Enjoy.

Falling asleep had become a chore for you. Every time you closed your eyes you saw death. Either the death of Pietro back in Sokovia, the death of Vision and of so many other Avengers. Rrecently the death of the only person you had ever truly loved had joined the list. Wanda was gone and a part of you knew that it was better this way, that everything she had done to Stephen, to the people of the other universe, after what she had tried to do to America, you were well aware that she hadn’t been the woman you’d secretly been in love with for years now anymore. But that part was frighteningly tiny. Most of you still felt agonizing grief. You had decided to stay with Stephen and America, after all, they were the only ones who had been with you when you had seen that other universe. The only one on your trip that you had been sad to leave behind. A universe where you and Wanda had been happy together. In love. Married.

A universe that you had wished for for many years. One that Wanda destroyed in her attempt to get to America. You had seen with your own eyes how she had taken ahold of that Universes Wanda and ripped the heart right out of your universe-equivalent chest when she tried to talk some sense into who she thought to be her wive. That was probably the death that hunted you the most. Not because you had seen yourself die, but because you had realized then and there that this woman wasn’t Wanda anymore, that this woman was the Scarlet Witch and that she seemingly had no emotions left for the friendship you had once shared. America had known immediately what you were thinking because she took your hand and shook her head as if to tell you that it Wanda anymore, that it wasn’t Wanda who was trying to - who actually kind of had killed you. This understanding only increased when you finally opened up to her about your feelings for the witch, she encouraged Stephen to let you stay with them and did her very best to cheer you up every single day to get you to crawl out of the dark hole you had found yourself stuck in.

That doesn’t help with the sleeping issue though. Lately, you had resorted to letting Wong put a light sleeping spell on you that would keep you from experiencing any dream-like state and basically made you just fall asleep and immediately wake up about six hours later. Which is why you were especially confused when you woke up in a sunflower field. You immediately knew that you must be dreaming because this wasn’t just some random sunflower field, as you looked around you could see the little cabin beside a lake, the mountain range opposite it and the tree with the swing. Obviously, there were some biological reasons why this couldn’t exist in real life, but the more obvious factor was that you had seen this from a different perspective a hundred times. Every single time you had walked into your room in the Compley you had seen this landscape on your wall. Wanda and you had been lazily hanging out in your room one weekend back when everything was still okay (or as okay as it had ever been) when you had told her that you had been thinking of painting something on the wall to make the space more personal and she had immediately loved the idea. Two days (and 500$ of Tony’s money) later there was a definitely amature made, but exceptionally beautiful in your eyes with Wanda and your name intertwined in the corner. You had joked that one day you’d live in a cabin there and the people in the town nearby would think the two of you were an old married couple. Just that you hadn’t really joked, you had hoped. You had dreamt of it often back in the day, but ever since Thanos, it had turned into a nightmare sooner or later, the flowers rotting, the cabin burning, the lake filling with blood, etc. This is why you were doing your best to try and wake yourself up again, not mentally stable enough to live through another nightmare like that. Just that none of the tactics were working. You had to try something else, or at least you were planning to do so, but when you stood up to look around, suddenly something changed. You looked down at yourself where before there was your pyjamas, but now there was the exact outfit you had worn on a night out years ago before you had known Wanda and Vision had a thing going on where you had planned to confess your feelings to her but had chickened out. “Hello, Darling,” a voice called out from behind you. A voice you’d recognize anywhere. You turned around and saw her. She looked exactly as you remember, wearing that beautiful maroon dress that she had already worn that night. For a second it was like nothing had ever happened, but then reality caught up to you. This was a dream. She was dead.

Since you knew that this had to be a dream you tried to use whatever lucid dreaming tips you had heard in your life and clenched your eyes shut, repeating “This is all a Dream” again and again. “Love-” you hadn’t heard her coming closer, obviously, it was a dream no logic had to apply, but the hand that cupped your cheeks still startled you, “-please look at me.” Against all reasoning you obliged her and when you looked into her beautiful eyes you couldn’t help but want to kiss her, just to have one last sweet memory of her left. As if reading your mind she leaned forward and put her lips on yours. She pulled you towards her and stole your breath. You were melting into her and it felt so, so, very real that the fact that all of it was a dream became hazy. At least until you saw her kissing Vision in your head in what seemed to be a last-ditch attempt of your brain to make you wake up. You pulled away and shook your head frantically. “No, no, this isn’t right, you’re with vision, just because I love you doesn’t mean you love me too… Or loved me, I guess because you’re dead, I saw it-” “You’re wrong.” “-with my own eyes. You died and you didn’t love me.” “Princessa, you’re wrong,” Wanda raised her voice slightly and you turned to her automatically. “I saw you die, Wanda, you’re dead.” “That’s not the thing you’re wrong about,” she sighed and came closer to you again, you wanted to step back, but found yourself unable to. It was like your feet were cemented onto the earth below you, “I might have died, but I loved you, I always did, I just didn’t realize until I saw that woman in that parallel universe, their version of me married to their version of you, living the life I wanted, not only having my children but also the spouse of my dreams. It wasn’t vision, vision was what I thought I deserved because you were always so pure, so fantastic, too good for me. But that fake-me made me realize that it’s not about what I deserve, it’s about what you need, you need someone to properly love and protect you. You need me, so how fortunate that you love me already.” Not quite able to process what she was saying you tried your waking-up tactics again before this turned even more nightmarish. You were distracted though when Wanda took you into a dancing position, putting your head against her and your body suddenly started dancing in sync with her without any input of your own. “Too bad that Stephen was already after me, I knew that he wouldn’t let me keep you safe in peace. He was a threat. But he would stop as soon as he thought he’d been victorious. He had to think I died and so I did. For a while at least-” you would have grown stiff in shock and fear if your body had still been listening to you, instead, you kept slightly swinging through the flower field with Wanda, “-It cost me a lot of Magic, but it was worth it. I’ll recover and then I’ll be able to get you into an actual little cabin at a lake, just like we always talked about, until then I’ll still be able to be with you in your dreams, where it’s just us two. Maybe we can start on making you actually believe that I love you, hmm, once we manage that we can move on to helping you accept me as your protector, okay? For now, I’ll just keep the bad dreams away, just you and me and the sunflowers.” Your body stopped swinging and even though you felt the control returning to your limbs you wouldn’t be able to do anything, frozen in shock. Wanda kissed you one more time before you suddenly shot up in bed, drenched in cold sweat. It took you a few minutes to calm down your heart from the excessive fear that was still lingering. You decided not to go back to sleep and made a note to ask Wong if he had an idea why his spell didn’t work as you made your way into the library where you assumed Stephen was wasting the night away over books, trying to ignore the fact that you could still feel the kiss on your lip, feel the stiffness in your joints that you had only ever felt in the afterwards of Wanda controlling you and the fact that you still felt her presence in your subconscious.

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Villain attraction

Summary: You and Wanda are in a relationship sort of? Anyway you're also a villain who Wanda should definitely not be an relationship or situationship with

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+ nothing major, neck kissing, slight angst and an angry Natasha

Words: 1,440

A/N: Not proof-read but I really like it so hopefully you all will too :)

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“What a pretty witch you are when you’re not fighting me” you spoke against her neck as your body pressed hers against the wall “how long do we have to act professional? I just wanna put a collar on you and make you mine forever"

You growled against her neck when she refused to answer "answer me Wanda"

"I don't know why I keep coming back" she whispered just enough for you to hear and you pushed away from her turning around "why do you have to ruin our time together?"

She pushed herself off of the wall too standing behind you and rubbing her hands along your back "I don't like fighting with you baby"

You tensed turning around to her again "you know I don't like being called that" you said sternly and Wanda leaned and kissed you softly "I know but if I say it enough maybe you'll finally either let me stay or tell me to go"

You sighed "god Wanda why can't you just let me be me? And stop being so dramatic"

"Be what? A villain? You don't need to kill to feel something" Wanda argued but you just rolled your eyes

"I like being a villain, I like seeing pain in the person's eyes as I take their pathetic little life away from them" your voice hardened and your eyes turned white indicating Venom being at the front now "what good is being a hero when people just judge and blame you for things, when you're a villain people fear you, they don't judge, they just fear you"

By this point Venom had overtaken your entire body and was towering over the witch "Venom, bring Y/n back now" she asked calmly

They growled smiling wide and letting their tongue lull out not answering her

"Fine, when you decide to grow up call me" she turned around leaving the room you had pushed her into only an hour ago

"She is being slightly dramatic I feel"

Venom spoke up and you agreed pulling a cigarette out of your pocket lighting it up and taking a drag "she'll come back, she always does"

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"Wanda what happened?" Nat asked when the redhead stormed through the compound ignoring Tony's stupid questions and she went straight to her room, luckily before she slammed it shut Nat had managed to slip through

"Nat get out!" She yelled but the Russian was used to this, every few days Wanda would come back to the compound sad or angry, sometimes with a few hickeys littered on her neck and every time Nat was there to make sure she was okay

"Wanda what happened this time?" She sat on the bed with Wanda "I keep going back to someone who won't change for me, she's just so stubborn"

"Who is it?" It was a simple question from Nat but Wanda couldn't bring herself to tell her your name, you were a villain after all

"She's someone who's just lost me" Nat nodded and kissed her forehead reassuringly "I'll bring you some food and we can in here together yeah?"

She nodded and Nat smiled as she left the room when Wanda sighed "why do I fall for emotional unavailable women?"

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"It's been 2 weeks"

"Maybe she is busy"

You stood up from your seat and walked to the window looking at over the avenger's tower "she's sat in her room reading"

Venom peeked their head out of your body looking through the window as well "how about we go and see her?"

You shrugged "if she doesn't want to see us then I won't force her" you watched as the witch started getting changed for bed and sighed "but god she does look good, maybe a little visit won't hurt"

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Wanda was just about to get in bed when she heard your voice "you know princess it's not safe when you leave your curtains undone, anyone could see you changing and stare at your delicious body"

"Y/n? What the hell are you doing here?" Wanda tried not raising her voice so no one heard her but she couldn't keep her anger at bay so she slapped you across the face making you laugh "oh honey, you are cute"

Pushing her against her wall you wrapped your hand around her throat squeezing a little "why haven't come to see me? We both missed you, Venom missed their plaything"

you let go of Wanda's neck instead stroking your fingers along her body "answer me princess"

"I can't keep running to you when you don't want me"

"I do want you!" You shouted and slammed your fist against the wall next to her head making her jump "you belong to me Wanda, I want you with me in my bed, by my side and even next to me when I kill, you're just so fucking stubborn that you refuse to accept you want to actually be with me, you don't have to leave when we fuck but you decide to leave first"

You leant your head in her neck kissing her there making her sigh "you really want me?" She asked just above a whisper and you nodded "yes Wanda, be with me, come home with me"

Before she could answer you, you both stilled as a gun was pressed against your head and you smirked knowing exactly who it was "Natalia Romanoff, what a pleasant surprise"

"I'm going to give you 5 seconds to pull away from Wanda and leave the way you came" she cocked the gun against your head and you just chuckled "Nat I know it's been a while but I've still got Venom in me, they would've healed me faster than you could get another bullet in that gun"

Nat sighed knowing you were right but she refused to move the gun "why are you here?"

You smiled against Wanda's neck "did you not tell her princess?"

You felt Wanda's heart rate quicken and you knew right away that Nat didn't know who you were to Wanda, which was quite fair "did you not tell Natalia here that I've had you in my bed? Not told her I've fucked you after a fight with the Avengers? A shame really my love I've told all of my friends"

You felt the barrel of the gun hit you hard and all you did was roll your eyes "thanks Nat, now I'll have a headache for the rest of the day"

You removed yourself from Wanda and turned around finally eyeing up the redhead "you look good in a sport's bra and sweatpants, maybe later after I've had Wanda I can take you for a spin"

You felt Wanda jab you in the back "oh? Jealous are we? I thought you thought I didn't want you"

The jabbing stopped and you chuckled "see, you just can't make up your mind" you drew your attention back to Nat "as for you my angry little assassin, do you want to take me up on my offer?"

"No and you need to leave Wanda alone" she said sternly and you pretended to think about her question that wasn't actually a question "hmm no I like marking Wanda's body with hickeys and knife marks"

"Leave Y/n"

You pouted but reached your hand out to pat her cheek "okay Natty I can see you're still a little upset I didn't chose you"

You left out of the window sparing a last glance to Wanda blowing her a kiss "think about my offer honey, I'll be waiting and you know where the find me"

A few moments silence after you left made Wanda nervous and just as she was about to speak Nat spoke first "what the fuck Wanda? The enemy really?"

Wanda looked down to the ground "I didn't know she was a villain when we first started"

Nat was perplexed, "but you still continued to fuck her? Don't be stupid Wanda!"

"Hey! She's really good in bed!"

Nat rolled her eyes "that's a really fucking stupid reason to keep sleeping with a villain"

"She wanted me to go with her..."

Nat sat down on the bed watching Wanda as she played with her hands "and what do you want to do?"

Wanda shrugged "I think I do want to be with her"

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"I think that was quite successful"

You agreed pouring yourself some whiskey and sitting in the front room eyeing the door

"What are we doing?"

"Waiting for Wanda" you simply replied

"You know she is coming back?"

You smirked "oh yeah she's definitely coming, give her a few hours Venom"

"Okay, I miss her already"

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Crescendo

Summary:

Wanda Maximoff hated being alone, since she could remember she always had someone. Pietro, Vision, William, Thomas, and for some time before Thanos. Before Vision, before her happily ever after.

There was you. 

Words: 3294

WARNINGS: Fulff(?), Angst, Hydra, Death, If there are any more feel free to tell me!!

There was anger in grief, lonesomeness. This, Strange could understand. Wanda Maximoff was angry, at the world, at herself, at fate. Many people who grieve are, and many people who grieve are also desperate, even if they themselves don’t know it. Desperate for a lie that they’d take for a truth. Wanda was that kind of desperate, she was too desperate. Going from universe to universe in search of a family that she herself would call her own, but would not inherently belong to, living a life full of lies taken as the truth so she could get her happy ending. Stephan knows that, grief, desperation, longing. They all go hand in hand, but something about the way Wanda was searching was alarming. Wanda Maximoff, now the Scarlet Witch could have chosen any universe. In an existence filled with the void of time her children and husband were everywhere, yes maybe somewhere Thomas came out a bright blonde, maybe somewhere Vision was a brunette. But Wanda kept on going back to one universe and one universe only, and Stephen Strange had finally figured out why. 

The Scarlet Witch only ever existed because of hydra, and where the Scarlet Witch resided so did your headstone. Wanda was not only searching for a universe with her children, but one with you in it, where you were alive.

The problem was, if you were alive, then the hydra experiments never happened, the bombs never exploded, Wanda never got tested on, in those worlds, her powers didn’t exist, rendering her powerless, and if she was powerless, she was trapped. She’s been trapped before, she didn’t like it. If she was trapped she couldn’t fight, if she was trapped she couldn’t fix times wrongdoings. 

Wanda Maximoff kept coming back to this universe, because her happy ending was complete. She not only had her family, she had you.

You were what she wanted, and if she wanted you, then Strange needed you. But maybe not this you, not the you that Wanda wanted, but the you that Wanda had.

Drifting over Wundagore Mountain the Scarlet Witch took in her surroundings, scanned the area, listened to thoughts. As she listened, a smirk overtook her lips, they were scared. As they should be, who are they to keep her from an ending she wanted? An ending she deserved, she deserved a happy ending, she deserved to be loved, she deserved happiness. That’s what she wanted, and that’s what she’ll get. No matter what it takes, no matter who.

Where is he? He said he would be here- What if I die- I can’t thin- Maybe if I- We need help-Strange and Wong-The Scarlet Witc- The sky’s red-Why am I here

Although, it seems from what she's heard, Strange and the Inhuman have yet to arrive. Pity, she thought for a doctor he’d value the lives of others, just a little.

If they didn’t show, she was going to make them. Muttering words she raised her hand up, the sky above her slowly turned to a darker shade of red, the people beneath her began to drop one by one. Their sling rings may be able to teleport them. But you can’t escape the sky, you can’t run from the air you breathe. 

The people that dropped started screaming.

And the Scarlet Witch? She finally got what she wanted. Stephen Strange had shown up, and to her enthusiasm, he wasn’t alone.

She started making her way over to him slowly, as fast as she wanted this to end she thinks that this part, she should at least cherish. Once she took this Inhuman, this girl. She would have everything she wanted, everything she craved. 

As she watched the doctor mutter words of his own to clear the air, Wanda rolled her eyes. Doctors, scientists, people, they all had to make her life so difficult. The people that dropped screaming from nightmare induced sleep near Strange, slowly turned quiet, the thoughts of their fear that was just buzzing like the static of a television in a room turned quiet, and for a second, it was quiet where they stood. In that moment there was only a witch, with two people in her way.

Noticing the portal that Strange slung was still open, Wanda asked “Are we waiting for someone?” Her eyebrows came together, her lips curved into a smirk “Any army maybe?” She giggled, “You shouldn’t have, I’m flattered.” 

Seeing a figure come through the portal, she lifted her arms, ready to fight. 

Seeing only one person come through made her tilt her head “Wong?”

Hearing your thoughts made her eyes drift down, body rigid, breathing pause.

“Y/n?”

She called to you softly, hopefully. Like talking any other way would make the person before her disappear. The body before her looked to her head on, no longer turned. Wanda could see all of the person before her. 

It was you, the exact you that left her. 

While she was older, stronger, different. You hadn’t aged a day, your eyes were a little different then she remembered, your hair a little lighter, she would say your smile seemed different as well, but you weren't smiling, if anything, you had a crinkle between your eyes and lips pursed, looking around, lost, confused, but not scared.

Finally meeting her eyes, you softly called back to her “Wands?” Wands, she smiled, her teeth showing. It wasn’t a smirk, it didn’t come from an advancement in her plan, but instead came from a memory of the past. Wands, only you and only ever you would call her that.

You projected your thoughts; What's going on? 

And her smile wavered, you were scared, and all of a sudden Wanda hated Strange. Not because he was an obstacle in her way, but because he brought back a monument from her past. He brought back you. Not the grown you, the healthy you, the alive you, the you in her wanted universe. But you. Her childhood best friend, her person to confide in, her once upon a time, and you were scared, but you were here. That’s all that mattered right?

She looked at you, once again, as she watched you grimace at the people waking up from their haze, some of them still silently screaming, some of them clutching their heads. Did you do this?

She wanted to lie, she really did, she even started shaking her head a bit to deny fault. But she could hear your thoughts, you already knew the answer. 

In a hoarse voice you whispered “Why?” 

She lowered her arms, slowly walking toward you. She didn’t pay any mind to the Inhuman, she didn’t care about Strange, or Wong. Not right now, not when there was you. 

Pensive, all three of your onlookers stepped to the side. This is what Strange wanted to happen, he didn’t want anyone interfering. 

Pinching the palm of her hand, the Scarlet Witch tried playing it off, attempting to laugh a little, hoping that the tension would subside, and that you would realize that this was her, and you were you. Just like old times, this is all she’s ever wanted, this was all she’d ever need. She’d just have to convince you a little.

“I- I want my family back” she whispered, eyes darting to avoid yours. “The one we always talked about, I wanted my picket white fence, and overgrown hedge, I wanted it back, I want it again” She stepped closer to you, apprehensively resting her hand on the side of your face, smiling when you leaned in to it. Words started rushing out of her mouth at the excitement she felt, she could have all of that, and she could have you. “I almost have it back, I did all of this so I could have it back, and I’m almost there, and- and now I have you- ” you put your hand on hers, “Wanda”

Wanda, the way you said it sounded so, foreign to her. The way you said it made her feel dejected, insecure, it made her feel as if you were, disappointed. 

“This isn’t okay”

“No, no-” she tried to reason “But, it will be! Don’t you remember? I promised you, I said I’d do anything” Her words and her desperation mirrored her hands that seemed to be grasping at you, trying to pull you in but not being able to fully do it. Wanda put her head in the nap of your neck, and whispered “It’ll be great”

Staring at the wall Wanda twisted and twirled her fingers, childrens blocks encased in a red wisp floated behind her as she awaited your return. You were being punished, you both were. While you and Wanda were given serums that supposedly consisted of some of the same compounds, Wanda was making progress, you were not. While she could hear screams in her head, you would be asleep. While she could move objects with the movement of her fingers, you would have them in your hands. This normally wouldn’t be a problem, but as time went on the scientist expected some sort of results, and you hadn’t given any. Your time had been up. 

“Wanda, you and I both know that this isn’t what you want- wanted” You started hugging her back. You could feel tears on your nape, “But it is” she whispered. 

“But it isn’t”

Following you with worried eyes Wanda and Pietro both watched as the scientist made you stand up before them on a square platform, they wanted you to demonstrate moving the same blocks that Wanda had just moved. Even if it shifted a little, you would be spared.

Your eyes darted to the twins in fear, and you shifted your arm up, willing you hands to do something, for you mind to hear someone. Your hands started to shake. 

There where disappointed sighs in the crowd, judgemental clicks of the tongue. 

This was it, this was your end. 

You started lowering your hands.

Then a block shifted.

And the disappointment turned to encouragement, and the clicks turned to claps, for themselves or you, you wouldn’t know, you didn’t care, because now you were scared.

Not for you.

But for Wanda. 

You pulled back, looking into the eyes of someone you knew so well yet so little about. “Don’t you want to live more than a lie?”  

In the confinements of your cell, you turned to Wanda, thinking out loud “Why would you do that? You know what could happen to you?” Wanda chuckled, like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Do you know what almost happened to you!?” She stood in front of you, resisting the urge to point her finger at you in distress. “They were going to -get rid- of you, Y/N, you were going to get KILLED” You ran your hand over your scalp “I know that, but now what am I supposed to do next time? What are YOU supposed to do next time? Wanda, now it won’t only be me, it will be YOU” 

Sitting on her bed her thoughts turned soft “They won’t kill me, you know that” You sat next to her “I know that” she started resting her head on your shoulder “I’ve been through it before, I can do it again” You brought your hand up to her shoulder, pressing her into you.

“I don’t want you to”

You both sat there, thinking, memorizing, these could be your last moments. “Why did you do it?” Wanda shifted in your hold. “I didn’t want you to get hurt. Why didn’t you want me too?” You sighed, “I didn’t want you to get hurt” Wanda smiled, and for a second, you did too, but you wanted her to listen, you didn’t want her to learn, not now. 

“And I mean it, Wanda” She held onto you a little tighter, and rubbed circles with her fingers “Don’t do it next time” She pushed herself away. “Why? Why aren’t you happy that you’re alive?” 

“Wanda, thank you for saving me, but if helping me is at the expense of you. Don’t do it” Tears started falling from her face, your hands started wiping them away. “I want you to get out of here, you and Pietro have a chance. I want you to be happy, to have a home, to be loved. You deserve it” 

“I am happy! I will be happy! As long as I have you!” 

You rested your hands at her shoulders, “Don’t lie, no one can be happy here”

“I’m not lying, I have you, and I have Pietro”

You pulled her in, wanting to leave this argument for later, not wanting to see her sob so hard, “You should live more life than a lie, Wands. Promise”

She sniffled, “I want too” she murmured, “But I also want to give up” Your grip around her tightened “But you won’t”

She nodded “But I won’t”

“So promise”

“I promise.”

“It-it’s not a lie, I do have you, and my family. The house? It’s exactly like the one we drew as kids! I am happy, I will be”

“It’s exactly what I wanted, what we wanted” she whispered. 

“But it’s not yours”

The patter of feet and the giggle of children accompanied by the news filled the Maximoff household, Pietro was being chased by their father. You and Wanda were drawing pictures.

“Look” she said, wanting your attention. When you turned a drawing of a house came into view, “That’s pretty”

“Yep!” she said.

Taking a closer look you noticed seven figures, “Who’s next to your mom and dad? And you and Pietro?”

She shook her head “It’s not my family! It’s ours! Silly!” You stared at the drawing shocked, and loudly whispered “You want five kids?” She shook her head “Yeah!” “See, this one looks like you!” She pointed to a stick figure with eyes that supposedly were the same shade as yours. “Why? Do you not want any?” She asked. “Well, I just wanted one” you say, and she squinted her eyes, and stuck out her hand “Three?” you shook your head, “...Two?” you thought about it, and it made sense. Wanda and Pietro seemed to get along fairly well. You grasped her hand, “Deal”.

“I can make it mine” You nodded, “You could, but do you want to?”

No, no she didn’t want to. She wanted her life, she wanted the pieces to fall into place by themselves, she didn’t want to be the maker of her own world. She just wanted to live in it.

“Maybe”

“Maybe?”

“I want you, and Pietro, my family. I want more, and I could have that if-”

“Wanda, what’s my favorite color?”

She paused, why were you asking this? “I-I don’t know, you changed it too much”. You smiled, “My favorite color was your least favorite, they were always the ones I drew with so we didn’t have to share” Wanda didn’t know this, for a mind-reader, she feels as if she doesn’t know a lot. 

“What was the show I hated the most?” Wanda stepped back, shaking her head “I-I don’t-”

“Wands, I can see you’re trying to memorize me , trying to remember, but at the same time exploring” She nodded, she was, you change- “The thing is, I haven’t changed a bit” 

“No-no you have, you’re,”

“Exactly, the same,”

You were exactly the same.

You both nodded, you in coherence, Wanda in acceptance. The thing was just that, you hadn’t changed. Your eyes weren’t a little different, your hair wasn’t a little lighter, your smile, it wasn’t a little brighter. While Wanda had aged you had stayed the same. Time, it made her forget.

“You can’t do this, Wands. You know I’ll always be with you -”

Between her tears she chuckled “No, no- The truth is I’m- I’m going to get old, I’m going to forget. Time is going to dull my memories and the us that I remember will seem so short compared to the entirety of my life”

“Wand-”

“I will forget the way you smell, the way you laugh. The way you look, your edges will dim and the figure of you will blur,”

“And I?”

“I don’t want that, I want you and only you even if that means that you are solely what consists of my life. I don’t want the memory of us to dull. I don’t want to leave you behind, I don’t want what we had to be our loudest moment. I want more.”

She faced you like it was her last time, because this time, it was. “Why won’t you let me”

“The people who love you, should love you, Wanda. Not who you’re meant to be. Don’t you remember?”

She does, she did, and as much as she tried. She can’t forget

“You know, once you go back,”

“I know,”

“Why can’t you stay?”

You smiled softly, reassuringly. “If I stay, than my Wanda, will never be deemed ready enough to escape”

You knew what happened

She shook her head, “That’s not fair, aren’t you happy? You’re here, we’re here” You wiped the tears off her face, “I don’t want you to just be happy Wanda. I want you to live a good life. Happiness is fleeting, I want you to enjoy living”

She sniffled, wiping her nose, “Are you happy, though?”

You smirked “Who could be happy in a place like that?”

She shook her head, “That’s not what I meant, I meant-”

“I know” Looking at her you asked “Are you happy?”

Wanda looked around, she listened to your thoughts, she listened to what her heart and her head had to say . “No,”

You shook your head “Then no, no I’m not,”

She stepped closer to you “I don’t want you to go back. You shouldn't have to,”

You nodded “I know” and you looked behind you where Dr Strange was opening a portal, “But I have to, I don’t want to leave her. I don’t want to leave you,” 

Clasping her hands in yours she started rubbing like she used too, she inhaled one last time, just like she used to. She brought you in, and hugged you, like she used to. “I want to give up,” your lips turned up a little, you pulled her in closer, like you always did. “I know.” Then you pulled back, and kissed her fingers, “But you won’t,”

“But I won’t.”

Then you lingered. Then you left.

Wanda let go of her promise.

She wasn’t looking for a happily ever after, she wasn’t yearning for her once upon a time. She simply existed.

Memories are unspoken stories, the more you forget the more desperate you are to hold onto them. They contain laughter, tears, people. Sometimes you can force yourself to forget if you lived large enough. But to Wanda, the loudest memories that she could never silence. Were the ones with you in it. 

Stepping out from the portal you turned to Dr Strange, thanking him. He nodded, and watched you walk to the time travel device stored in the Avengers compound. “I know we’re supposed to protect the timeline, and be the heroes. But don’t you think returning a kid to their death is a little immoral?” Strange turned to Wong, nodding while smacking his lips “Yes, but we can’t do anything, this has already happened.” Wong squinted at him, “Do you not have compassion?” Taking a breath, Strange sighed, “I’m a Doctor, Wong. I’ve had to deal with hard decisions before. The best ones you make can sometimes be the hardest. Also, not a kid. 20 I think” Raising his eyebrows, Wong shot him a look. 

“What?”

“There is no patient, Stephen. You are no Doctor here. ”

Digital Library (If you wanna read more works)

[p-taryn-dactyl]

Hi omg I love your blog so much! You're truly a great writer~ I don't know if you have the time or the inspiration, but could you do a Wanda x mutant!reader where after the iconic and legendary "no more mutants" thingy, Wanda's gf doesn't survive because she needed her powers? And maybe Wanda tries to fix everything? It's totally okay if you can't, or if you need to take your time, truly. Do have a nice day!! <3 and don't forget to drink and eat, please~ and have a proper sleep schedule, too, just a reminder!

a/n: hi!! Thank you so much!! That means a lot to me ❤️Ooo i love this prompt, so much angsty angst. I have to be honest with you tho anon, i haven’t read the House of M quite yet so if anything seems off, it is because i put my faith in google…i apologize. But i think i did ok? Maybe? Anyways thank you for the reminders <3<3, i really appreciate them. I also have to apologize for the angst of this fic, i really snatched that happy ending away :/

wanda maximoff taglist: @nyx-aira @astralqche @exclusivitymajor

word count: 426

warning(s): angst; major character death; not a happy ending; author might be a bit to dependent on google; not quicksilver friendly (?); short

No More Mutants

Air was sucked out of your lungs, the atmosphere around you chilling your bones. You collapsed onto the ground, clutching your chest as you stared at your girlfriend. The words she spoke resonated throughout your body, her magic stripping you of your lifeline.

No more mutants, she had said.

When Wanda opened her eyes, she examined the chaos before her. Mutants, now mortal, were mourning their lost powers, looking at her with hate. But her eyes quickly fell on you, as you crumbled to the ground. Ignoring the hostile environment around her, Wanda ran to you, gathering you in her arms. Panicked, she cupped your face, her fractured mind yelling at her.

“Y/N? Beba, what- why-”

You couldn’t speak, the energy once fueling you fading away. Your mutation is what kept you alive, without it - you were doomed. All you could do was raise a shaking hand to cover Wanda’s, one last symbol of your love.

Wanda didn’t understand what was happening. She didn’t want to kill anyone, she didn’t want to hurt you. Why was this happening?

The realization hit her like a truck.

Your x-gene didn’t “activate” until you had died a few years earlier. She took away your power, reversing you to your natural, mortal state. Dead.

Wanda’s lips trembled as she planted a kiss on your forehead, almost pulling away in shock when she felt how cold you were rapidly becoming. When she did pull away, she couldn’t hold back a sob when she saw you mouthing ‘I love you’, words unable to be spoken. You squeezed her hand one last time before…

Wanda let out a scream, a blast of power radiating from her body, throwing everyone around her backwards. She pulled you into a hug, your limp body shaking with her cries.

“No, no, I can, I can fix this.” She spoke under her breath, her magic swirling around you. But before she could cast the spell, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Quicksilver looked down at his sister, a blank look on his face. Wanda snarled as she brought you closer to her, shielding your body from him.

“You told me to do this, you told me it would fix everything!”

Quicksilver just shook his head, removing his hand from Wanda.

“You did fix everything, sister. But you cannot fix this, death is not something we play with.”

Wanda’s eyes glowed a dangerous red, her power blasting her brother away from her. She let her magic flow through you once more, snarling at her brother.

“Watch me.”

a/n: ik this is super short and i am very sorry about that!! i love this prompt and enjoyed writing it, i just was afraid of messing up the lore too much but thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it! Bc of the ending, i am willing to write a part 2, if anyone would like that!

[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

hello bestie how are you? I want to make a request

I wanted something where wanda and reader are best friends but everyone thinks they date because they just so cute and affectionate with each other and then nat gets jealous about it and asks the reader why she isn't good as wanda and after that reader tells nat that she is perfect in her own way and that he is in love with her and they confess their love ,and if u can make a very soft ending where nat falls asleep on reader's lap while he caress her hair 🤍🤍🤍🤍

You prefer her

Warnings: Natasha jealous, fluff, funny

Word count: 1.0 K

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader (Platonic)

Requests: OPEN

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'There is no good influence; all influence is immoral, immoral from the scientific point of view. To influence a person is to transmit our own soul to him…'

The scandalous laughter of Wanda and Y/N interrupted Natasha's reading for the eighth time, so the redhead couldn't do anything other than close her book and walk towards the irritating sound.

Her path ended in the kitchen, where ehe found both women playing with the flour, laughing outrageously.

"May I ask, what the hell is going on here?"

The thick and strong voice of the Russian made both Wanda and Y/N put aside their flour battle and their laughter stopped ringing, both of them turning to see the older girl's green eyes

"Oh, hi Nat," Wanda commented.

"What the hell are they doing?" asked again

"Cookies" it was Y/N's turn to answer "Do you want some?"

Natasha absolutely loved Wanda and Y/N's desserts, but she was too stubborn to admit it, so she just gave a little nod and crossed her arms, walking over to the kitchen.

"what flavor are the cookies?"

“Y/N I suggest making them walnut and cranberry”

Ok, so Natasha absolutely LOVED Y/N's special cookies, they were the most delicious she's ever had.

"And then we plan to have a movie night" Y/N spoke while putting a tray of cookies in the oven "Do you want to join?"

Natasha had to feign indifference by shrugging her shoulders and making a face.

"Yes, of course" both girls squealed with excitement "Anything but disney"

I hear how Wanda complained, causing a sweet giggle from Y/N, in turn, causing a small grimace, similar to a smile to Natasha.

——————————————————————————— 

Apparently, Natasha's demands were listened to, but, she didn't get away from watching some animated movies that Y/N had begged to see.

Truth is, it wouldn't take long for Natasha to fall for Y/N's beautiful eyes.

Out of the corner of her eye, Natasha managed to see how Wanda's head was resting on Y/N's lap, causing her to start playing with the younger redhead's mane, causing Natasha's blood to begin to boil.

And just when he was about to drop a sarcasm-filled comment, Sam's voice beat him to it.

"If at any point, either of you tell me you're in a relationship, I wouldn't be surprised at all."

Natasha thought that nothing could get more angry did with that stupid comment, until she heard the response from both girls. Or, NOT listen to the response of both girls.

I only hear small giggles from both of them, not even daring to deny the assumptions of Sam's idiot.

Natasha snorted tiredly and only dared to get up to storm off to her room.

"What's her problem?" asked y/n

Both Sam and Wanda only managed to raise their shoulders, as a sign of uncertainty.

——————————————————————————— 

Y/N was totally bored, just flipping channels in boredom.

They had all gone on an emergency mission. Everyone except Natasha.

But she had been locked in her room, leaving Y/N all alone and bored.

After going through channel 5 for the third time and not finding anything to watch, Y/N decided to turn off the TV and walk over to Natasha's door, just to do a little tapping.

I don't hear an answer, but seconds later, the door was opened, finding Natasha in black sweatpants and a simple red sweatshirt. With her hair a little tousled and her eyes with a little glimmer of boredom.

"What's the matter?"

Natasha asked tiredly.

“Well, I'm bored, so…I thought maybe you'd like to watch a trashy show with me so we can have fun together” Y/N asked as she played with her fingers, quite nervous.

"Why do that?"

"Maybe because… are you my friend?"

Natasha let out a deep laugh from her throat.

"Friend? I thought your only friend was Wanda"

"What? Of course not… you are also a great friend"

"Then why do you ignore me every time you're with Wanda?"

"What? Of course not…"

“Come on, Y/N, don't lie. I know you prefer her, she is your favorite"

"Of course not… you are also important to me"

"Don't lie to a liar"

"Nat, you're not a liar."

"Is that why you prefer Wanda to me?…" The ex-spy's eyes began to fill with tears. "Why didn't Wanda have to lie to save her skin…?"

The Russian's cries were interrupted because her Y/N's lips had collided with hers in a small and simple kiss.

Moments after the shock both women pulled apart, Natasha wide-eyed.

“Do you love me… like that?”

Y/N just managed to laugh lightly and caress Natasha's neck with her right hand.

“Natasha, you don't have to be like Wanda to deserve love. Every human being deserves some affection, especially if it is someone as noble, brave, intelligent and beautiful as you."

Now it was Natasha's turn to kiss her partner's cheeks and lips, showing that the love was reciprocated.

"Well… is the plan to watch trashy series still on?"

But although Natasha was never very good at showing her love with words, the facts were more important than these. What other show of love than watching trashy movies with the girl she loved?

———————————————————————————

The minutes passed, and with them the day; so, little surprise, Y/N looked away from the screen to see a redhead fast asleep with her head in her lap, and just as Y/N was about to start trying to wake her up for bed, she heard how the boys had arrived from their mission

"I'm very tired!"

"Shhh!" Silence Y/N Sam's screams

“Is Nat? …asleep on the floor?” Tony asked

Y/N nodded

“Cuddled up in your leg?” plugin steve

Y/N nodded again

"Did it finally happen?" Wanda asked with a smile, Y/N felt how the blush began to rise until it reached her face. She nodded again. "Finally you two are together"

"Y/N and Natasha?" Sam asked. "But…what about you and Y/N?"

"Sam, just shut your mouth."

Note:

Hi dear, thank you very much for sending me the request. My life at this point sucks, so I hope yours is MUCH better. Happy New Year.

I hope you enjoy it

I appreciate the reblogs, the likes and the comments

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[aphihephiandarti]

Y/N: I’ll genuinely fight the next person who hates on my girlfriend.

Wanda: I hate myself.

Y/N, cracking their knuckles: Alright you beautiful piece of shit, square up.

[fivemillioneyes]

love ur fics <3333

cud u write one where yn was being a brat in public and mommy!lizzie disciplines her when they get home

smut obv

you want it (you crave it)

heyy, so i'm not super comfortable writing about real people, but i wrote a short wanda drabble for this prompt instead :) hope you enjoy!

pairing: wanda maximoff x reader

warnings: nsfw, spanking, top wanda, bottom reader, mommy kink, fingering (r receiving)

"Oh, come on, sweetheart." Wanda's voice is low and syrupy sweet in your ear as she holds you against the wall. "You didn't think I'd just let you get away with that, did you?"

You swallow, shaking your head. You weren’t counting on her to, anyway. 

Back at the restaurant, you’d teased Wanda relentlessly, touching her at any opportunity and smirking at her when she’d glared at you. You could almost feel the anger coming off of her in waves.

The moment you’d arrived at home, she’d slammed you against the wall, pinning you in place with a hand around your neck.

Good. That was the goal, after all.

“Use your words,” Wanda demands. Her free hand moves up to fist in your hair, tugging hard.

“No, mommy,” you whimper. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry isn’t going to make up for your behavior tonight, princess,” she says, her hand tightening just a little around your neck. “I think you deserve a punishment. Don’t you?”

She lets go, and you gasp, “Yes, mommy.”

Wanda pulls away abruptly, her eyes cold. She sits at the edge of the bed, patting her lap and raising an eyebrow expectantly. She doesn’t need to tell you what to do as you walk over and obediently fold yourself over her lap, burying your face in the mattress.

She tugs your pants and panties down, and the next thing you feel is her hands on your ass, cool against your burning skin.

“Breathe,” Wanda says, and that’s all the warning you get before she delivers a stinging slap to your skin.

You yelp, more out of surprise than pain, your entire body tensing. At the next slap, the pain flares up so quickly that you jerk forward in her lap, and Wanda wraps an arm around your waist to keep you in place. 

“Remember, baby, you brought this on yourself.” Wanda’s hand comes down again, harder than the last, and you whimper, your fingers clenching in the sheets. “You just had to go and be a slut tonight, didn’t you?”

Her strokes are harder now, and you don’t even realize that you’ve begun crying until the tears slip down your cheeks.

“Don’t worry,” Wanda coos, delivering a final stroke that makes you groan into the mattress, “mommy’s here to keep you in check.”

Her touch softens, and she gently strokes her fingers along your skin before dipping between your legs. “You’re so wet, baby. Need mommy to take care of you?”

“Please, mommy,” you whine softly, your hips canting back into her hand.

Wanda slides her fingers through your folds before pressing two fingers into you. You moan, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as she introduces a steady pace. You buck into her touch, whining when she curls her fingers.

“So pretty for me,” Wanda says, pressing a thumb to your clit. “That’s it, baby. Come for me.”

That’s all it takes before you come with a choked off moan, your body trembling as she fucks you through it.

“How did that feel?” she asks quietly, extracting her fingers and stroking your hair with her free hand.

“Really good.” You hum, sitting up and hissing when your sensitive skin comes in contact with the material of her jeans.

She frowns and helps you to your feet. “Let’s get some cream on that, okay?”

[theearthwassoup]

Destroyed

a/n: hi lovelies! This is my first fic on here so i hope i did okay! thanks for reading! prompt: wanda survives MoM but have her actions driven her girlfriend away? also Y/N is implied to be like a mother figure to America word count: 1.5k warnings: mentions of murder/violence/angst pairing: wanda maximoff x fem!sorcerer!reader

You stood next to America as you watched the Darkhold’s Castle crumble into pieces. Strange and Wanda stood off to the side, Wanda’s hands raised as her magic destroyed the last piece of the Darkhold. You glared at the stained hands of your girlfriend, the unfamiliar feeling of hatred rising within you. You felt a hand on your arm, America looking at you in concern and fear. Smiling, you pulled her into a hug, kissing the top of her head in a motherly manner. 

    “What’s going to happen now?” She whispered into the hug. You ran your fingers through America’s hair, contemplating her question. You could answer a million different ways. But the truth was you had no clue what would happen now. Kamar Taj was practically destroyed, your sanctuary gone. Pulling away from the hug, you fiddled with your sling ring before opening a portal to the ruins of what was left of your home. You heard Stephen, Wong, and Wanda walk up behind you, their silence speaking a thousand words. You ignored your girlfriend, who was looking at you intensely, like she was willing you to make eye contact. America looped her arm through yours, both of you being each other’s rock. You stepped through the portal, taking a shaky breath as you tried not to look at the ground. Taking a grounding breath, you turned towards America. 

    “You can stay with me, you always have a home here.” 

America smiled, nodding gratefully. Strange and Wong had gone over to a group of surviving sorcerers, who had immediately conjured weapons once Wanda had stepped through your portal. Their conversation was heated, the survivors pointing at Wanda with fingers dripping in accusation. America squeezed your hand before walking over to the two men, wanting to thank them for helping her. You stiffened once you realized who was still behind you. Not so subtlety, you created a light, magical shield covering your back, the intricate designs of your magic almost transparent. You heard a scoff behind you, followed by the voice of your girlfriend. 

    “Really, detka? Do you think I would attack you unprovoked? You know better than that.” 

You gave in to her slightly taunting tone, turning around and gesturing to the dead bodies of your former friends. Wanda flinched slightly at your reminder. 

    “Actually, Wanda, I don’t think I do.”

With that, you turned around and started walking away but a hand grabbed your wrist, tugging you back. You were about to protest when you saw the look in Wanda’s eyes. They held a slight red glow, her expression causing panic to rise and memories to surface. Her scarlet magic mixing with the blood and fire of Kamar Taj, her eyes glossing over you as she murdered your friends, the look on her face when her magic encased you, throwing you in the Castle. Wanda loosened her grip on your wrist at the terrified look on your face, allowing you to pull your hand away as you cradled your wrist protectively. Wanda’s angry look melted into one of concern. 

    “Y/N-”

You held up a hand, making the red-head pause. You shook your head, not looking at Wanda. 

    “I can’t do this, I can’t-” Your hands shook as you spoke and you stumbled as you walked away. Wanda watched you go, wringing her hands in shame and worry. 

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Wanda didn’t see you for the rest of the day, spending her time attempting to help rebuild Kamar Taj. But she quickly learned she wasn’t wanted there, by the dirty looks and threatening stares. She knew where you stayed at Kamar Taj, having spent a lot of time there when you came to visit during the summer. Making her way up the stone steps, Wanda contemplated what she was going to say to you. You were now scared of her, the eyes that once looked at her with awe and wonder when she used her powers were now filled with terror. She paused in front of your door, her magic recognizing you were inside. She raised her hand to knock but the door flew open to reveal a smiling America, preparing to leave. Her smile quickly dropped once she saw the witch, fists clenching protectively. Wanda opened her mouth to apologize but no words came. How do you apologize to a child for almost killing them? America called your name, her voice making Wanda’s mouth snap shut. When you came to the door, your eyes warm while you looked at America, your face hardened once you saw Wanda. The witch looked at you with pleading eyes, making you sigh. You told America to go to Strange to gather up any last things she wanted to take with her. Wanda’s eyebrows scrunched at your words, confusion bleeding into her expression. You didn’t say anything to Wanda once America left, merely returning back to the inside of your home. Wanda followed you hesitantly, taking in the blank shelves and cabinets. Every surface was clear save for the pictures of you and Wanda. Once you were in the bedroom, Wanda saw your suitcase, enchanted to hold as much stuff as possible. You used to joke about being Marry Poppins. 

    “Are you going somewhere?” 

Her voice was small, scared of your answer. 

    “I’m taking America back with me to New York. Do you need anything?” Your voice was short and sharp, stinging Wanda. 

    “I-” Wanda swallowed, sitting in the chair in the corner of your room, “You.” 

You looked at her with one eyebrow raised. 

    “Me?”

Wanda nodded, looking at her fingers before looking back up at you. 

    “I need you.”

You scoffed, shaking your head as you resumed your packing, folding shirts and pants before throwing them into the suitcase. 

    “You had me Wanda. Until you decided I wasn’t enough.” You spoke bitterly, your tone aggravating Wanda. 

    “That is not-”

“Yes it is Wanda! You decided your children, your fake children, were more important to you than your real girlfriend. Gods, you even went after a fucking child! Don’t even think about telling me differently.” With your definitive tone, Wanda found herself unable to argue. She placed her head in her hands, shaking her head in denial. Silence spanned between you for a few minutes before the sound of you zipping up your bag. The small sound sparked Wanda into action, the witch standing up to wrap her arms around your wait. You froze in her arms, placing your hands on her shoulders as a reflex. Her gaze was intense yet soft as she brought one black stained hand to cradle your face. Her gentleness made you crave for a better time, a time when you didn’t look at her with fear, a time when her arms would feel comforting and not like a prison. 

    “What about us, draga?” Her question sent shivers down your spine, her tone almost cautioning you about your answer. You swallowed before answering. 

“Wanda, I can’t-”

In a second, Wanda realized she didn’t want your answer, didn’t want to hear you say you didn’t want her anymore. She cupped your chin gently, before pulling you in for a harsh kiss, cutting you off. You didn’t respond to the kiss, causing Wanda to growl against your lips. She pushed you backwards, your back hitting the wall with a thump. She pulled away slightly, before returning. This time the kiss was gentle and desperate. Slowly, you responded, moving your lips against hers. She smiled once she felt you reciprocate, biting your bottom lip gently. With your gasp, she cradled the back of your head with her hand, deepening the kiss. One hand was placed next to the side of your head, possessively caging you in.  She removed her lips from yours, trailing them down your neck, intent on claiming you. The press of her cool lips on your warm skin broke you out of your daze. You pushed her away from you, trailing your fingers down your neck as her kisses left a lingering sensation. She stayed in her spot, both of her arms now caging you in. Her eyes searched yours, taking in the desire, fear, and love all swirling in your irises. You swallowed, preparing yourself for your next words. 

    “I can’t do this anymore. I stayed with you after Westview because you made a mistake, you didn’t mean to hurt all those people. But this-” your voice broke as images of burial shrouds flooded your vision, “You meant to do this. You planned this. And I can’t- I can’t be with you knowing you’re the reason my sanctuary has crumbled.” 

    Wanda shook her head rapidly, cupping your face as she leaned her forehead against yours. 

“No detka, no. Please don’t.” 

    You felt her tears drip onto your cheeks, causing you to nudge her forehead. She leaned back, a spark of hope in her eyes. You dreaded that you were about to extinguish it. You bit your lip, contemplating. You had to do this, you had to protect yourself and America. Wanda’s actions would taint your nightmares and fuel your terrors for years to come. 

    “Wanda, what we had, you destroyed the second you touched the Darkhold.”

[wandashousewife]

Headcanons for Emo!Wanda

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• When Wanda first joined the Avengers, Tony gave her all of the albums he collected as a teenager (which included a lot of Cap'n Jazz)

• She used to dye her hair all types of colors before she joined the Avengers (she also bleached Pietro’s hair when they were younger)

• When she first got her room in the compound, she turned it into a vampire’s dream house. It had all of the stuff that an angsty teen girl with loads of trauma would need

• She hates when Clint says it’s ‘Just a phase’

• Steve tries to understand what she likes so her visits her in her room and politely asks her to explain what all of it means

• She can't resist an edgy accessory and has a collection of black jewelry

• She owns an electric guitar that she rarely plays (she says that it’s her baby and that it’s too precious to play)

[katethewriter]

Learning Curve

a continuation of the Wish We Could Be Like That Series

Pairing: WandaNat x Reader

Words: 4k~

Summary: After revealing their secret and finally reuniting, you and your girlfriends go through an adjustment period.

Warnings: fluff, lots of fluff, overprotective Natasha and Wanda, angry reader, bad words, mentions of sex

A/N: Sorry for the pain recently. 🫣 Here is some WandaNat fluff to make up for the angst fest named my blog. I hope you all enjoy! Let me know what you would like to read next! 😘

"She lives!" Tony exclaims as you enter the common area. Laughing, you shake your head as you make your way to the small table.

Its the first time you've been out of your room since you were released from medical. Natasha and Wanda have kept you on strict bed rest, bringing anything you could possibly ask for to your side.

It was sweet and endearing at first. You even have to admit that it was necessary at first. You were way too weak to take care of yourself. You needed them.

Now, however, you were getting restless. You grew stronger every day. In secret, you walk around circles in your room to stretch your legs, but you want to be out and around everybody again.

So, it's nice to see Sam and Bucky look up from the table and smile warmly as you approach.

"Hey, glad to see your captors have granted you release," the super soldier teases.

"The way they keep you tied to that bed, I'm surprised you can still walk," Tony jokes.

Bucky nearly spits out his breakfast from laughing. Sam on the other hand sits up in his chair and smacks Tony on the arm, "dude, lower your voice! Maximoff is right there man!"

At the sound of her name, Wanda turns from her place in the kitchen to look in the direction of the sound.

The moment her eyes land on you, her brow knits together with concern. She drops everything and instantly makes her way over to you.

You're laughing innocently at the guys' antics until you hear the stern voice of your girlfriend quickly approaching.

Wanda wraps her arm around your waist, supporting most of your weight with her powers.

You won't admit it, but it helps. It releases the tension in your abdomen from holding yourself up. The soreness in your side dissipates.

If you let it known that standing causes even the slightest bit of pain, she will drag you back to bed and keep you locked up for who knows how long.

It seems she is going to drag you back to bed anyway.

The sokovian begins to gently guide you back the way you came, "what do you think you're doing?"

"Getting breakfast."

"I was going to bring it to you," she scolds, "You're supposed to be taking it easy."

You stop in your place before she can drag you out of the room, "I'm not training. I'm just coming down for breakfast." You defend yourself, "I'm well enough for that."

Wanda purses her lips. You can tell she is trying to determine if this is a battle worth fighting. Sighing, she relents, "ok." She pecks you on the cheek with a smile, "good morning."

You nervously glance over to the guys who seem to have gone back to their previous conversation. You sigh in relief. Turning back to Wanda, you smile, "good morning. What are you making?"

"Your favorite," the witch walks back to the kitchen with arm still around your waist.

When the two of you reach your destination, you break apart. Wanda continues her cooking, and you lean against the counter to watch her.

The distance you leave between the two of you does not go unnoticed by Wanda. It hurts her to think the habit they need to help you break.

"You don't have to make a quiche every morning," you laugh.

"I know, that's why today I'm making french toast too," the witch smiles cheekily. She closes the distance between you, bringing a piece of toast to your lips, "here, try."

Your heart pounds in your chest having her this close to you in front of other people. Still, you take the toast between your lips and chew slowly. It's delicious. You close your eyes to savor the taste.

When you open your eyes, Wanda is grinning at you victoriously, "good?"

"Amazing."

She bounces happily. Before you can react, she pecks you on the lips and just as quickly, returns to her cooking.

You're shocked still, almost certain you stopped breathing for a second. Once again, you check over where the guys sit. They seem not to be paying attention, so you make yourself calm down.

You know that they know about your relationship. You know you don't have to hide it anymore. Still, you have trouble remembering in the moment though.

"Will you at least sit down?" Wanda asks, drawing your attention back to her. She's looking at you with a sincere expression, "I know you are sore. I just don't want you to overdo it...... please, for me?"

You can't lie that it doesn't hurt, so you nod with a small smile. You move to the stools on the other side of the island. Just as you sit, voices come from the doorway.

Natasha and Steve enter back from their run. Your girlfriend's eyes land straight on you.

"There you are," she walks over quickly.

"Here I am," you playfully respond.

"You weren't in the room when I went to change. I got worried," she says as she stops in front of you. "What are you doing down here?"

You can't help the eye roll that follows. "Like I told her..." you nod your head towards Wanda on the other side of the island, "...I am perfectly capable of walking down to breakfast. You do know I'm not helpless right?"

"Of course, we know that, detka," the widow stands between your legs and wraps her arms around your shoulders. "We just worry is all. We love you."

You smile up at her from your spot on the stool. "I love you too," you say softly, so no one across the room can hear.

Natasha leans down and kisses you slowly, and you forget there are other people in the room with you. After a long moment, she pulls away and smiles down at you, "good morning, detka."

"Good morning."

"EW, get a room!" Yelena calls as she walks into the common space.

Everyone on the other side of the room laughs, and your left with cheeks the color of a tomato. You burry your face into Natasha, trying to hide from the embarrassment.

This is gonna take some getting used to.

Walking into the living room for movie night, you find that most everyone is already seated.

Natasha had claimed their usual couch, while you and Wanda went to the kitchen to grab some snacks. She sits on one far end of the couch, leaning against the arm.

After passing out snacks, Wanda takes her place next Nat, curling into her immediately. You sit beside Wanda, however you do not scoot in. You leave a gap between them and you, just happy to sit on the same couch.

The two of them watch you, waiting for you to come join them, but you don't. They look away sadly, and their minds race.

They've come to pick up on things. Things that you have missed out on. Things that are just second nature to them, but almost foreign to you. Wrapping an arm around each other in the hallway, holding hands during meetings...

... and cuddling during movie night.

They share a look, a 'we need to fix this' look.

Natasha leaves her seat and moves to the opposite side of the couch and on the other side of you. Once settled, she reaches over and tugs you into her lap.

Wanda scoots until she is pressed to Natasha's side. She lifts your legs and drapes them across her lap.

At first, you sit completely stiff and rigid. Displays of affection like this are natural for you behind closed doors, but in front of others like this, you still feel uneasy.

Wanda places a hand on your thigh, drawing soothing circles onto your leg with her fingertips. Natasha rubs your back comforting you. They smile when the tension in your body releases, and you relax into them.

You curl into Natasha's chest and take Wanda's hand into your own, playing with her fingers. They chuckle when you start rearranging the rings on her fingers.

"Great, they're being gross again," Yelena teases from her place with Kate.

To everyone's shock, you confidently lift your middle finger to her with a smirk on your face. Everyone laughs, and Yelena throws a pillow at you. Of course, Wanda catches it with her powers and lowers it down into your lap.

"That's my girl," Natasha says proudly before kissing your cheek.

Steve stands in the middle of the room, with the remote in hand, "we're voting on the movie. You guys are the last ones to vote." He explains your options are a comedy or an action movie that everyone knows Tony loves to watch because it features some of his new tech. The action movie has 2 more votes than the comedy.

"Wait a second," Tony pops up in his chair, "they're all gonna vote together and win every time. They get one vote together."

"We may not even vote for the same movie!" Wanda counters.

Steve raises a hand to quiet them, "everybody gets their own vote. So?"

Natasha nudges you to vote first. After thinking for a moment, you go with the comedy. Immediately, your girlfriends vote for the same. Winning by one vote.

"I told you," Tony grumbles.

You smile knowing they did, in fact, just pick whichever movie you wanted. "Hey, we can watch that one next, Tony," you soothe him, and it seems to work.

As the movie plays, you keep getting distracted by the feel of your girlfriends' arms around you. You wonder if they know its all you've wanted every single movie night since you've been together.

A few happy tears escape your eyes and fall down your cheeks. You didn't notice, but Wanda did.

"Detka," she speaks into your mind, drawing your attention. "What's wrong?"

Swiping away the tears, you smile and shake your head, "I'm happy."

A buzzing sounds from your bag on the other side of the gym.

This morning's workout was interrupted by a message from Fury calling for a team meeting in an hour. You perk up instantly.

Does this mean he's putting you on your first mission since you were shot?

You have patiently waited months to heal fully. Cho had finally cleared you for business as usual last month, but you knew there would be an extended 'just to be sure' period before getting back to work.

Believe it or not, Fury still feels a bit guilty that you nearly died on a mission you should never have been sent on.

With this message, you could be actually getting back into the field, and you are beyond excited. You practically skip through the halls on the way to the meeting.

Filing into the conference room, you see that your girlfriends have sat with an open chair between them. You smile and move to your spot in the middle.

They've kept you in the middle almost always since you got back. Maybe it was just them being overprotective or maybe they're just making up for all of the time you were away. Either way, you weren't complaining.

As the meeting began, Fury explains that there are two upcoming missions they will be discussing before handing the floor over to Hill.

Natasha started taking notes as always. Her other hand reached for yours. Your interlocked hands rested on top of the table for everyone to see.

You know you should be used to this by now, but you can't help the nervous feeling that rises in your stomach. Your heartbeat picks up, and you can hear it loudly in your ears. You're sure everyone else can too, but no one makes any show that they do.

A saving grace comes in the form of Wanda resting her hand on your thigh. It's still noticeable to others, but it's under the table. It grounds you without adding to the anxiety.

Thankfully, it soothes you enough to pay attention to the meeting as Maria begins detailing the first mission, intel retrieval. It's a simple in and out. You were expecting as much for your first mission.

"On this one, we need the Falcon, little Hawkeye, Belova, Maximoff and L/N," she lists.

Natasha's pen freezes mid-word. She looks up pointedly, "and me."

Everyone turns to her for a moment, then looking back to Hill, awaiting her response. You, however, keep your gaze locked on the Russian. You have to stop yourself from saying something.

"Agent Romanoff, you've been assigned to the other missio-"

"No," she interrupts, "if Y/n is going on that mission, so am I."

All is quiet until Wanda speaks up from beside you, "I'd feel better if she was there."

Your attention wrenches around to your other girlfriend now. Suddenly, anger floods you.

Why are they doing this? They know that you've been cleared for missions. You've been sparring together for months! Why are they fighting orders for this?

Crossing your legs, you force Wanda's hand to fall away from your thigh. You want to rip your hand out of Natasha's, but her grip tightens protectively.

"Agent L/N has been clear-"

"Director, request for new assignment," Natasha interrupts Maria, standing and facing Fury.

The room is silent. Everyone watches the gears turning in the director's head. After what felt like an eternity, he nods.

"Granted."

It seems like the entire room lets out a sigh, except you. They relax as the tension in the room is released, and the energy returns to normal.

You, however, feel humiliated. Your girlfriends don't think you can handle yourself on a mission, and they just let the entire team know it. Your clench your jaw tightly, and your leg bounces quickly for the rest of the meeting.

The moment the team is dismissed, you stand and leave without a word to anyone or a glance behind you. You head straight to the gym to resume your workout and blow off this steam before the mission.

After an hour of attacking a punch bag, you feel calm enough to go to your room and get ready for the mission. You're almost there when FRIDAY'S voice rings through the room. Director Fury requests your presence in his office.

You feel dread instantly and know this is not gonna be goood.

"You wanted to see me?" you ask, knocking on the doorframe.

Fury looks up from his papers. "Yes Agent," he stands behind his desk, "upon further consideration, I have determined that too many agents have been assigned to today's mission. So, I am removing you from the mission."

All the anger you just released into that workout comes back tenfold. "Is it because of Natasha?"

Fury tilts his head in the way that suggests you watch what you say next, "It would be irresponsible of me to put an agent at risk unnecessarily."

"Like you did you sent me undercover?" you scoff.

Truly, you hold no resentment towards Fury or Clint for the mission that landed you in the medbay, but you just can't help yourself at the moment.

"I'm sorry, Agent," he sits and returns to what he was working on earlier, "you will be notified of your next mission."

Taking a deep breath, you turn and walk through the hallway. So many emotions tumble around inside you, anger, disappointment, frustration, hurt, sadness.

You had been so excited to get back to doing what you love, to feel like you were yourself again, to put that damn mission behind you.

But that was all just ripped away.

There's no stopping you when you reach your bedroom, and Natasha and Wanda are inside getting geared up for the mission.

"There you are," Wanda exclaims, "you need to gear up."

"What did you say to Fury!?" you look to Natasha pointedly.

She looks at confused, "nothing, what are you talking about?"

"He took me off the mission! What did you say!?"

"Nothing!" she counters.

You look away and begin pacing the room, trying to channel all of this energy.

Wanda walks into your path with her arms open, "hey why don't you sit. We need to calm you down."

"No," you pull away.

When you look to them, they can see the tears now forming in your eyes. Their hearts drop, and they realize that something is really wrong.

You don't want to yell at them, but inside it feels like you need to. You hold it back as best you can, still trying to get your feelings across.

"I waited for that mission for months, and I got kicked off of it because you insisted to go!" You look to Natasha. "I finally had the chance to go back to what I love, doing something that makes the world a safer place. I was finally there again, and it was taken!"

"Another mission will come," Natasha tries to reassure you.

"Who knows when that will be?! You just told the entire team that you don't think I'm ready. That's not your decision!"

"We didn't take you off the mission, Y/n."

You run through your hair in agitation, "they listen to you! ... and they know we're together now! If you act like you don't trust my abilities, they won't either. THAT'S what kicked me off the mission! That's what will keep me off missions! You can't do that. It's not fair!"

"Agent Romanoff and Miss Maximoff, your quinjet is wheels up in five minutes," FRIDAY alerts.

Sitting on the bed, you hold your head in your hands. There's no time. You'll have to finish this conversation later.

Looking up with a sigh, you blink back tears of frustration. "Good luck on your mission. Please be safe. I love you." With that you stand and leave the room. The echos of 'I love you too' follow you down the hall.

When Natasha and Wanda return from the mission that night, they head to your shared room, expecting to find you in bed considering the late hour.

Unfortunately, the room is empty.

"FRIDAY, where is Y/n?" the widow asks the air.

There's a small delay, like FRIDAY actually has to look for you.

"Agent L/N is sitting on the roof patio."

They look to each other having a silent discussion. The pair decide to shower and change first, then they will venture up to the roof with blankets and a peace offering.

They thought a lot about what you said and what had happened. The mission was easy, basically child's play which only fed into their guilt more.

You were more than capable to handle thar mission. You could have done it with your eyes closed, and something they had done took it from you.

When they join you on the roof, Natasha brings the blanket, and Wanda holds a mug of your favorite hot chocolate.

They find you laying on the ground looking up at the stars. It brings back so many memories of the three of you doing just that. Those are some of their best memories.

"Hey," Wanda greets softly. She nods her head to one of the couches, "come sit with us?"

You agree silently, sitting on the couch. Your girlfriends sit on either side of you like usual. Natasha drapes the blanket across the three of you, and Wanda hands you a mug that reads 'This is the We're Sorry mug'.

You can't but chuckle, "where did you get this?"

The sokovian blushes, "the cabinet."

"It was solid white, but she did her thing," Natasha explains wiggling her fingers to reference Wanda's magic.

Nodding, you joke, "ah the wiggly-woos."

The witch rolls her eyes, "ha ha, very funny."

The pair settle into your sides, and you all fall quiet for a while. The faint sound of the nightlife far below is the only noise reaching your ears.

"We are sorry," Natasha speaks up, "you would have been more than capable of taking care of that mission. I shouldn't have intervened." She looks to you tenderly, "I'm sorry."

You gaze into each other's eyes, and you can see the true remorse that she feels. You nod once and lean your forehead forward. She understands the gesture and presses a long kiss to your forehead.

"We let our worries get in the way of your work, and you're right. That wasn't fair," Wanda adds. "We'll always worry about you, but from now on, we will also trust that you know what you are capable of. We won't get in the way anymore."

"and I'll talk to Fury," the Russian offers. "I'll let him know that you are ready.... if that's ok with you."

Smiling, you nod, "thank you. I'm sorry I got so upset."

"If you apologize for one more thing you don't have to apologize for..." the Sokovian threatens.

"You'll do what?" you call her bluff.

Wanda raises an eyebrow, "first, I'll drink your hot chocolate."

Clutching the mug, you gasp loudly, "you wouldn't dare."

"She would," Natasha teases from your other side, "and then we would tickle you relentlessly until you pleaded for mercy." To prove her point, both of their fingers brush against your sides, and you have to be careful not to spill your drink.

"No no no no no, I'm holding a drink," you exclaim between stifled laughs.

They relent, and you are able to relax back into them.

"You don't have to apologize for getting upset," Natasha wraps an arm around your shoulders, "you were excited to have an assignment."

"You deserved the mission," Wanda lays her head on your shoulder, "you have every right to be disappointed. We're sorry for our part in causing that."

Turning your head, you place a kiss to the top of her head, "I forgive you..." you turn to kiss Natasha's cheek, "...and you. Just please don't do it again."

"Promise."

You take a sip of your hot chocolate and hum happily.

"There's still one more part of your apology gift," Natasha nudges you gently. Wanda lifts her head to smirk at you, and your curiosity piqued.

"and what is that?"

The Russian leans until her lips brush against your ear, "after you finish that hot chocolate, let's go to bed, and we will show you just how sorry we are."

That hot chocolate was drank incredibly fast.

Grumbles come from both you and Wanda when the alarm blares at 4am like it does every morning.

One would think Natasha would have turned it off considering the time you three finally fell asleep, but no. Like clockwork, the Russian rolls over to turn off the alarm and get out of bed.

“No,” you mutter and try to hold on to Natasha’s arm.

She chuckles lightly, looking down at you. Leaning down, she briefly kisses both of your lips, “I’m sorry, it’s time for my run.”

A heavy breath escapes your mouth, “ok.” You sit up and scoot to the edge of the bed.

“Wait, where are you going?” Wanda asks you, sitting up in her spot alone in the bed.

“My room,” you respond in the middle of a yawn.

Both of your girlfriends sigh. Wanda on the bed, Natasha standing near the drawers that keep her workout clothes.

It’s been a while since you’ve done this. It’s happened a lot less lately, but occasionally you still forget in a sleepy haze that you live in here now. You have for months.

Quickly, Wanda grabs your arm and drags you back to your spot next to her.

“This is your room,” the witch curls up against you and settles to fall back asleep.

Natasha shoots a quick text to Steve and returns to the bed. “One of these days,” she strokes your cheek tenderly, “I hope you stop trying to escape our bed.”

You look at her with a sad expression, "I'm sorr-"

They both stop you quickly.

Natasha shakes her head, "sshhhh."

Wanda presses a finger to your lips and drowsily mumbles, "no sorry. Only sleep." Her hand relaxes and rests flat on your chest.

Natasha has to suppress a laugh at her girlfriend's sleepy antics. She leans down to capture your lips again.

It's a short, sweet kiss, but it's what you needed in that moment.

When she tries to end the kiss, you chase her lips. You try to deepen the kiss only for her to stop you with a hand on your shoulder.

"Ah ah ah," the widow smirks at you teasingly, "I don't think so. Go back to sleep; you need it. The two of you were giggling until 3am last night."

Playful grumbles fall from your lips as you turn over to nestle against Wanda, pressing your forehead against hers.

"You were giggling too," the sokovian accuses without even opening her eyes. You can't help the happy giggles the bubble in your chest at the memory.

Behind you, Natasha lays down again, wrapping an arm around your waist, "that's why I'm going back to sleep too."

Your brows knit together, and you turn your head over your shoulder, "what about your run?"

"Steve will be alright on his own for a day." She presses a soft kiss to the back of your neck, "I want to sleep in with my girls."

Happiness blooms and takes root in your chest. You settle back in with a smile on your face that stretches ear to ear.

"But what if he gets lost?" Wanda jokes, barely even awake.

A fit of giggles passes between the three of you, and before long, you all slip back into a peaceful slumber.

A/N: I promise a proposal is coming! There was also supposed to be another scene in here, but I think I'll save it. So, it can be its own stand-alone piece. I hope you enjoyed! If you have any other ideas for this series let me know!

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[hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch]

Y/n: Wanda I have an early Christmas present for you to open!

Wanda: Is it you in lingerie with a bow wrapped around your body?

Y/n:

Y/n: And if it is?

Wanda: Well I have to go and get the boys from school so can we do it later?

Y/n: Wow kill the romance much?

Wanda laughs: Honey I promise when I come back I'll send the boys to Agatha's and I can unwrap the sexiest Christmas present I'll probably ever receive

Y/n: That better be a promise because I'm getting cold!

Wanda: Don't worry I'll definitely warm you up later

[se-07spaceoreos]

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Midnight hour

Oooooo

I would make this one a Wanda x reader story where they are in a relationship. Sometime along the line reader takes notice that Wanda leaves at weird hours at night, at first suspicion was let go because it was the beginning of your relationship, but now it’s starting to nag you. So you follow her, this time it’s midnight .

Long story short you come to find out that you’re something/someone that amplifies Wanda’s magic, magic that she’s trying to use to find her family.

Arguments are had, hearts are cracked, terms are met.

And at the end of the day, Midnight became Wanda’s most dredded hour, because she lost everything while trying to gain something, while trying to cope. And for you? Midnight just became a memory filled with truth.

(If you wanna play)

[p-taryn-dactyl]

can you do a Wanda x Reader where reader is badly injured and Wanda finds them but its too late.. very angsty

a/n: omg anon you understand my language. i love angst so much. thank you for this request! word count: 1.4k warning(s): depictions of severe injury - blood - graphic wounds - angst - torture- ambiguous ending(?) wanda maximoff taglist: @nyx-aira @astralqche @exclusivitymajor @justyourwritter69 @xxxtwilightaxelxxx @wandsmxmff note: reader has been/was kidnapped and tortured by whatever evil organization you want to envision (i was thinking the same “ten rings” that kidnapped tony in iron man bc i rewatched it today)

You didn’t know how long you had been in the cage. They kept you hidden away in a dark corner, trapped between two sets of metal walls, with one small slit for food and a semi-functioning toilet. You knew it had been days since they last “talked” with you. Your skin bore the memories. Bruises littered your skin, open cuts stung with possible infection, and your fingers aching with blinding pain from the hammer they had brought down on them.

You prayed for it to end.

The door to your cage slid open ominously, revealing the leader of your captors. You scooted as far back as possible, shaking your head over and over as he reached in a pulled you out like a misbehaving dog. He threw you on the concrete floor of the cell, placing a heel on your chest, keeping you down. You continued to sob, begging him to stop.

“Oh, does the little baby want me to stop?” His condescending voice triggered alarms in your head as one of his henchmen came forward, knife in one hand, bowl of salt in another. Your sobbing stopped as panic built in your mind, knowing what was about to happen.

“Ple..please.”

You rasped out, voice hoarse from being kept from water for so long. All the men did was chuckle as they set up. The leader removed his foot from your chest but you knew better than to run. You learned that the first day, the bullet wound in your thigh a painful reminder. He kneeled down next to you, playing with the knife nonchalantly.

“Tell me how to kill the Scarlet Witch.”

You gasped as he trailed the blade on the inside of your forearm, watching it with fear. You kept telling yourself one of these days your pain would end, either by death or rescue you didn’t care.

The Leader didn’t like your silence.

With one swift motion, he sliced into your arm, causing you to hiss at the pain. He made a hand motion at his henchman, who silently gave him a handful of salt. The Leader made direct eye contact with you as he pressed the salt into your wound, causing you to let out a howl as pain and an overwhelming stinging sensation erupted through you. The Leader smiled at you, impatient, now bringing the knife up to your cheek, while one hand continued to press salt into your fresh cut.

“Now, answer my question.”

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They tried a new tactic everyday, attempting to get you to reveal the way to kill your girlfriend. Every time you kept your mouth shut, they increased the punishment.

Today, you were in a sorry excuse for sleep, when your door kicked in, revealing The Leader and a handful of men. They injected something into your neck, immediately taking away your fight. They hung your wrists up with rope, straining your joints and painting your skin with more blood and bruises. Today, you had a bit of confidence. You glared at The Leader as he opened a box, the contents hidden from your view.

“I’m not telling you anything.”

Your voice was steadily declining, days of being unused taking it’s toll. The Leader chuckled, a dark sound which sent chills down your spine.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’ve gotten everything I need. Today is…” he waved his hands around, “for my benefit, for fun.”

With that, he pulled out a scalpel and a butchers knife, holding them out towards you.

“Pick.”

You merely stared at him, swallowing with a dry throat. The Leader shrugged, putting down the scalpel and lifting up the knife. He walked around you, causing your breath to increase with panic as you could no longer see him. You heard a slashing sound, your clothes being ripped from the back. Before he struck you, he whispered something into your ear.

“Since you defended your witch, you’ll die like one.”

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Wanda tore apart every base they went to, she destroyed entire buildings in her rage.

You had been taken and she couldn’t protect you. Her magic flickered dangerously through the Compound’s walls as Tony searched a grid for any signs of you. Wanda paced back and forth, wearing a hole into the floor of the lab. Natasha watched her worriedly but kept her distance at the pure anger radiating from the brunette. Tony slapped the counter in excitement, making eye contact with the witch. He merely showed her the coordinates of the last know location of your captors and she disappeared in a swirl of red. Tony and Natasha looked at each other before suiting up, a dreadful feeling sinking in their guts.

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Wanda didn’t give your captors any time to react. Once, they had a front door and multiple guards. Now, they had no door and only charred skeletons littering the ground. She stormed through the base, eyes glowing scarlet as she blasted henchmen away from her, sending them into walls with bone cracking sounds. Her magic reached out to you, calling for you, searching. Wanda knew she didn’t have to be so destructive, her magic was powerful enough without having to put on a show.

But she wanted to send a message.

She didn’t know The Leader left one of his own.

Wanda was quickly approaching giant iron doors and with a flick of her wrist, they crumbled to the ground like paper. She stepped into a dimly lit hallway, watching as a man exited one of the rooms. His hands were stained with red and he smiled at the Scarlet Witch. He spread his arms out like Wanda was a long lost friend.

“So, you finally join us. But a bit too little, too late.”

His taunting tone irked Wanda and she wrapped her magic around him, watching as something akin to fear bled into his eyes. The magic seeped into his mouth, his eyes, his nostrils before his neck was snapped to the side by Wanda’s pure anger. As The Leader’s lifeless body drooped to the ground, she noticed something about the ground he had once stood on.

It was stained with blood.

Fresh blood.

Wanda felt her magic react with familiarity and she gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. She raced to the doorway, almost collapsing to the ground at what she saw. It was like all the air had been sucked out of her lungs.

Your body lay in a pool of your own blood, your skin torn and bruised, cut and burnt. A giant gash on your stomach bled onto the floor, creating a river of red around you. Your chest was moving slowly, like every breath was a burden. Wanda collapsed onto her knees next to you, pulling you into her arms and letting out a sob when she saw your back. Slash marks covered your skin, dried blood and fresh blood mixing gruesomely. She maneuvered you gently, using her magic to ease your pain. Your eyes blinked open heavily and Wanda smiled at you, tears welling up in her eyes.

“Hi, beba, I’m here.”

You smiled before attempting to respond, your body rejecting the action, causing you to erupt in a fit of coughs and sobs. Wanda shook her head as tears began to fall, cupping your face in her hands.

“No, no, hey save your strength, I’m going to get you out of here.”

She spoke reassuringly, more for her than you. Wanda watched as you gently nuzzled her with your head, looking deep into her eyes before you closed yours, slumping against her.

“Oh no, oh no nono! probudi se dušo, molim te probudi se! Wake up baby, please wake up!”

She let sobs wrack her body as she hurried her face into the crook of your neck, pulling you as close as possible to her. She rocked back and forth on the ground, trying and failing to heal you with magic. The damage was too great.

Wanda heard the other Avengers attacking the base but she couldn’t move from her spot. She continued to rock you back and forth, not allowing herself to believe the worst. She felt Natasha, Tony, and Clint stand in the doorway of what was your cell, watching in agony as Wanda crumbled to pieces and you slowly faded away. Wanda leaned back, pressing a kiss to your forehead with trembling lips, whispering against your skin.

“Don’t leave me, Y/N, beba, don’t leave me.”

a/n: i hope this wasn’t too terrible! I love writing angst so much so i hope I delivered!! Thank you for reading!!

[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

Día de Muertos

Day of the Dead

Warnings: Fluff, established relationship, learn about other cultures, Day of the Dead, meet the family

Word count: 1.5 K

pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Mexican Fem!Reader

prompt: Wanda knows the day of the dead, and Y/N's family

Requests: OPEN

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“What is that for?” 

I put the lit candle on the floor and turned to see Wanda's curious eyes.

"Supposedly these candles and this thing" with my right hand I took a fist of the orange petals "help the souls of the departed to return to their families tomorrow." 

Just when I was going to ask her to help me up, she sat next to me, facing my profile and hugging my torso with her arms. 

"But why do they come back?" 

"Well, to live with those of us who are still here, to eat their favorite food once again, to meet those they couldn't see when they were alive" 

"Why does it only happen on November 2?" 

“Well, cutie, I don't know ; I do not know why they have chosen November 2 to be the day of the dead.” 

“ But isn't it scary? Normally when we talk about death in the United States or Skovia it is synonymous with something bad or even something scary” 

“Tomorrow you meet my family, they will be able to explain you better than me” 

I carefully got up and gave her my hand so she could get up too . 

"I'm excited about it" 

"No girl who has been my girlfriend, had been so excited to meet my family" 

I put my arm around her shoulders as we walked away from that altar 

"Did we have to get to this point to realize that I'm not like the other girls?" kiss my cheek while laughing at her own joke 

"Oh, believe me , of course I had already noticed" it was my turn to kiss her cheek "from the moment you and your magic knocked me out and broke my nose, I knew I was dating someone very different" 

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“Buenas tardes, ya llegamos” 

("Good afternoon, we're here")

I opened the door allowing Wanda's body to pass through and her eyes to see the large table surrounded by people.

My family lived in a classic Mexican house (what they know as a hacienda), so the first thing their eyes saw was a large garden , with more than 10 children running and screaming, while the adults sitting at the back table screamed to try to reassure their little beasts.

Hearing my scream, the first to turn around were the huge number of children, who ran up to me , screaming like crazy

"Y/N! Y/N!"

I greeted as I took Laura, my youngest niece, in my arms and with my hand I caressed each and every one of the little heads around me.

“Oigan, niños, ¿Pueden decirle 'hello' a mi amiga, Wanda?”

("Hey kids, can you say 'hello' to my friend, Wanda?")

“Hello, Wanda” they repeated like a herd of sheep, making me laugh.

Wanda simply answered the greeting with her hand, and ducking her head, hiding her blush.

The children soon left us behind as they scampered around the big garden again , all except Laura, who clung to my arms, so with one arm I held the little girl's body, while with the other I took Wanda and led her to the big table

"Mija"

("Daughter")

My mother came to greet me giving me a hug and a kiss on the cheek

"Hola mamá"

("Hi Mom")

“Supongo que ella es la famosa Wanda” 

(“I guess she is the famous Wanda”)

“Sí, mamá, familia, ella es Wanda, mi novia; Wanda, ella es mi madre, Fernanda y mi demás familia” 

(“Yes, mom, family, this is Wanda, my girlfriend; Wanda, she is my mother, Fernanda and my other family”)

"Nice to meet you ma'am, Y/N made me..." 

My mother cut the little monologue that the redhead was beginning with a big hug, causing Wanda to tense thanks to the surprise making me laugh 

"Oh darling, don't call me ma'am, you're already part of the family, you can call me Fernanda" 

"Oh, of course Fernanda" 

“Tía ¿verdad que la amiga de T/N es muy bonita?” asked little Laura

("Aunty, isn't Y/N's friend really pretty?")

“Oh claro, princesa” she took her from my arms and placed her on the ground with a kiss on her head “well, it seems that Y/N already has competition; you stole Laura's heart, Wanda"

(“Oh sure, princess”)

The three of us started laughing.

I followed introducing her to family members at the table, until I realized that the great matriarch of my family was missing

"Mamá, ¿dónde está la abuela?"

("Mom, where is Grandma?")

"Y/N?"

My grandmother came to where we were hugging me tightly and greeting everyone, completely ignoring Wanda's presence, just what I feared.

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"Doesn't your grandmother like me?"

Now, Wanda and I were on some swings in a park near my house, waiting for the large amount of food we had eaten to start to go down .

“It's…complicated for her. That's why I had my doubts about bringing you to Mexico."

“Is it because I am a woman?”

“No, baby” I leaned in to give her a little kiss on her nose “it's just…complicated. Sorry to put you through this, my axolotl.”

"No, love, it's not your fault"

At that moment, the older children arrived on their bicycles

"¡Oye Y/N! Mi mamá dice que regresemos, no falta mucho para que enciendan el altar"

("Hey Y/N! My mom says to go back, it's not long before they light the altar")

"Está bien, ahora vámonos"I stood up holding out my hand for Wanda to do the same " are you ready to see the magic of my culture, my princess?" I kissed her hand while she laughed

("Okay, now let's go")

"Yep"

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Out of the corner of your eye you can see how Wanda and my cousins were braiding their hair, playing and I could even see how Laura began to apply her little toy lipstick

"Es muy guapa" commented my aunt, who was sitting next to me, having a beer, "y se adapta muy rápido"

("She's very pretty") ("and she adapts very quickly")

“No tendría que adaptarse” commented my grandmother "“ay, hija, ya no digas del hecho de que es una mujer, habiendo tantas mujeres mexicanas tan hermosas, tú decides... ¿salir con una gringa?”

("She shouldn't have to adapt") ("oh, daughter, don't mention the fact that she is a woman, there are so many beautiful Mexican women, you decide… go out with a gringa?")

“Abuela, primero, Wanda no es gringa es de Skovia, segundo, ¿Qué importa si es mexicana o no?, la amo, con cada fibra de mi corazón. Sin mencionar que... no sabes que cara puso cuando le comencé a hablar de nuestra cultura; ella quiere conocerla, y no le voy a negar el derecho de poder conocer una parte de mi cuando ella me ha permitido conocer cada parte de ella” 

(“Grandma, first, Wanda is not a gringa, she is from Skovia, second, what does it matter if she is Mexican or not? I love her with every fiber of my heart. Not to mention that… you don't know what face he made when I started talking to her about our culture; She wants to meet her, and I am not going to deny her the right to know a part of me when she has allowed me to know every part of her”)

My grandmother got up furious and went to the room where she had the altar

"¿Cuál es tu maldito problema?"

("What's your damn problem?")

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Narrates Wanda

"Good evening, can I come in?"

Y/N's grandma turned around so she could see me, and simply gave a small nod of her head, allowing me in.

I carefully walked in and crouched down beside her to watch as she arranged the food on, what Y/N called, the altar.

"What is on offer?"

“Y/N told me that today, you could answer my questions regarding the day of the dead”

"Ask"

"Why is the day of the dead November 2? Why aren't they afraid to talk about death? Is the famous bread of the dead made from human remains?… "

The lady's laugh interrupted my questions, causing me to want to hit myself , I'm so stupid

"Well, you have questions, huh?"

“Yes, I want to learn as much as I can about Y/N and her past. I always thought that loving someone meant loving every little bit of that person, and truly, I love Y/N with every fiber of my heart. Each and every word falls short of how much I love Y/N, and I want her to know it."

The lady was silent, arranging things, so I thought she would not answer me, but when I was going to get up to leave, the lady spoke

“The day of the dead is November 2 because in the eighteenth century, during the viceroyalty, the tradition was to go to church on November 1, All Saints' Day, to pray for intercession for the sins of the dead. and that they receive those indulgences on November 2, All Souls' Day. We Mexicans are not afraid to talk about death because we respect it, we wait for it as a friend, because we know that nothing can prevent death, why fear it if we are all going to end up dying? And finally , no , the bread of the dead is not made from the dead”

The lady laughed at that last

"Well, thanks for clarifying my doubts"

"Wait, do you want a piece of pan de muerto?" she cut a piece of the bread that was on the altar and handed it to me

"But, Y/N told me that we can't eat the food from the altar…it's for the dead, not the living."

"Well, I don't think the dead will get angry if I give a piece to the new member of the family" he handed it back to me, while giving me a smile

"Thank Mrs"

"Rosa, tell me Rosa"

"Well, thanks, Rosa."

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Narrate Y/N

Just when I was going to ask where Wanda was, I saw her arrive eating a piece of bread and her mouth covered in sugar .

"Where were you, sweet axolotl?"

“With your grandmother, talking” apparently she saw the concern on my face, so she just laughed and gave me a kiss, full of sugar “ don't worry, she already likes me, she gave me this. It is very rich”

"Hey" I snatched the bread giving her a bite "you should n't eat sugar , sweets can't eat other sweets"

Wanda just laughed, kissing me again

“Thank you very much for bringing me to know a little more about you, baby”

"Thank you very much for wanting to know a little more about me, baby axolotl."

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