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A Heiress in Love Pt. 8 (Part 1)

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff / Female Reader Tags: angst, fluff, Translations: Hainofi = princess // Strik sis [Strisis] = little sister // Ai hod yu in = I love you // Ste yuj = Stay strong // Chapter synopsis: Our party reaches Becca’s Bunker, King Tony explains the details to implement the flame, a foolproof plan, Raven has exciting news and the news from the Ice Nation, is not good.

A/N: I'm sorry for the delay on this chapter. A lot of things happened last year, I quit my day job, went full head into my side business, moved houses, and overall life in general, but here it is!

A/N2: This story keeps sending me to new research topics! I hope I’m doing them justice. Also since there aren’t a lot of trigedeslang translators, everything in italics and underlined would be trigedeslang. Lines in just italics are happening in the minds of the characters. Again, I’m partying ways from some canon events in the 100 for this to work. Work is not beta’d so all mistakes are mine.

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Chapter 8: A tale of two Hedas.

The journey to TonDC was calm and thanks to the improvements on the roads, your party had a good time, saving an hour of travel. It was an easy road you have taken many times, plus with all the security tech Raven did, it was safer. 

Your mother spent the ride listening to Stark, and to your surprise, his talk was interesting, making you take a mental note to maybe, engage in conversation with him at some point. Wanda rode calmingly, her apparent nervousness was gone once she felt Dasher was a calmed horse, matching his pace with Quinn perfectly. You tried to engage her in some kind of talk but decided against it once you saw her admiring the scenery and the different types of nature you knew the road had.

As soon as you saw the entrance to TonDC you couldn’t help but get a little bit nervous. This time, instead of the isolated road, guards were waiting for you and, more importantly, your people. You saw more grounders gathered outside, definitely trying to see if the news was true, if the number of people out was an indicator. You could see your old natblida training group there. 

It’s not that you were expecting a loud reception, but you couldn’t imagine the silence that was there. It felt a little bit like respect but mixed with something else. The fact that Stark, Natasha, and Wanda were there, made the event more royal than anything else. 

Your horses mixed with the guards waiting there, leading you to Becca’s Bunker, which wasn’t that far now. Nature had decided that after a sunny ride, now it was a good time to play hide and seek with the sun and the gray charged with rain clouds started to cover it, somehow making it reflect your feelings, happy with a sense of fear.

Sooner than you expected, you arrived at the entrance of the bunker, which was open and adorned with your royal coat of arms, designed after you were born, one of the new items your mothers had done to show their unity and leadership among the clans. 

It was a simple design: a shield divided into three parts. The bottom left was colored blue, signifying the color of the Sky (for your mom) adorned with a silver wolf (meaning the loyalty and wisdom of Lexa), the right bottom was red, like the Commander Sash adorned with a yellow lion (meaning the courage and bravery of Clarke), the top color was left white. At the center, was a crescent moon, (the one that shined on the night the sky people joined the coalition) topped with a flour de lis, signifying the knowledge acquired by all the Commanders, and according to both of your mothers, it was the flower they saw on the night of your birth. At the top, a simple blue and yellow mantle involving a helmet, meaning the warriors and soldiers from all the coalitions, ready to protect and serve. 

To you, it was perfect. 

“My, my, if you’re a sight for my sore and tired eyes” the voice of Raven gets you out of your mind. 

You see the raven-haired girl smiling, her metallic support is thinner now, no wonder she has been playing and upgrading it. Your royal guards descend from their horses, getting in line faster and helping your party descend. You dismount Quinn gracefully and before you get to Wanda, Raven is there hugging you. 

“Grounder Princess, you look good as hell” You stiff a little under her arms but then relax again as soon as you hear the soft tone. 

“You don’t look too bad yourself Aunt Reyes” causing her to chuckle.

“So the rumors are true then” is not a question.

She puts you at arm's length inspecting your face and looking at the headpiece now. Raven has never been as good as Octavia or your mom to hide her emotions from her eyes. “Hope you are hanging in there kiddo” She lets you be for the moment, instead going to salute your mother and to your surprise Stark, but when she points to something on her brace leg, you connect the dots and the new upgrades she told you she had done to it, make much more sense now. 

Wanda has descended from Dasher when you manage to reunite with her. Other guards take them away to rest. She greets you with a relaxed smile, no doubt the ride was something she enjoyed, making you take a mental note to do it more often when the time allows it. Maybe a visit to your godmother would be a good idea.

“Great force they have those horses of yours Princess Woods-Griffin” Natasha’s voice sounds from your right. 

“Thank you, Duchess Romanoff, we take pride in them,” you say matter-of-factly. 

Feeling bolder, you grab Wanda’s hand and proceed to walk to the entrances of the bunker.

Perhaps to make you feel brave or because you are enjoying this situation now, you don’t know, but if she’s squeezing your hand and letting you know it was okay, then you’ll feel better for now. 

“Greetings” your mother manages to create silence among the bustle. Her stoic presence makes her taller than she is and you hope you can carry yourself the same way. “We’re gathered today under exceptional and extreme circumstances to start the Ascension ceremony of Princess Y/N Woods-Griffin. An unprecedented time that I was hoping never came If I should say, but the times we’re living had led us to this. Daughter, come.”

Lexa extends her hand towards you, not wanting but you drop Wanda’s hand to go towards your mother, taking her hand instead. Lexa leads you toward the entrance but stops closer to it. You are instructed to stay next to the open door, your heart pounding louder into your ears.

“We have held our rituals and traditions close to us, but I have led under changing times and learned from my ancestors to adapt and use that knowledge to our benefit. As the situation we all know, led us to a union celebration, today we’ll prepare as well for our Flame Keepers to swear their loyalty to the flame.”

Reminding you to school your face you try not to react to the news. You kinda guessed if they joined you on your journey, they might as well be involved in the ceremony, recalling your hours of study never really considering this scenario. 

Octavia and Duchess Romanoff get closer, Raven carefully standing outside the door to Becca’s chamber. 

“So Tavia finally met her match” you heard Raven whisper next to you. Scoffing at the thought, you just kinda hum quietly.

“As we continue to maintain and strengthen our coalition, we’ll welcome King Stark’s people as the 16th clan once the wedding takes place, whatsoever, my daughter’s betrothed will be an important participant in the Ascension ceremony taking place, so Lady Maximoff if you please come”

You see Wanda gracefully walking towards you, as soon as she enters your personal space you reach for her hand, noticing how she’s playing with her rings, you can’t help but wonder what makes her more nervous and try to give her as much comfort as possible. She timidly grabs your hand but releases it as quickly as she takes it and you just hear the faintest “I’m okay” from her. 

“We shall enter this arrangement as opposite kingdoms but we shall come out as one people. I invite all the people of TonDC to welcome our guests and for all, to join us in the celebrations to come. As we prepare for a war that neither of us wants, we still hold on to the happy and peaceful times” 

Cheers and roars from the people gathered around can be heard, the energy the grounders have, pumps you now, feeling their excitement, you pray you are enough of a leader if all goes to hell. Raven turns around and enters the Bunker, followed by Duchess Romanoff and King Tony. Your mother approaches you, a tiny smile on her face, nods at both of you, and goes after Raven, her guards following her but staying at the entrance. 

“Shall we little Heda?” Octavia’s voice is closer than you thought, you see her looking at the entrance before she takes a look at you. 

“Yeah��. You turn to Wanda but before you can approach her, Octavia’s subtle hand on your back stops you. 

“Lady Maximoff has to enter first, then we proceed”. 

Sometimes you hate protocols but you follow them. Wanda nods and walks but before entering, she turns to see you, mouthing an “See you in a minute” before turning back again and disappearing through the entrance. 

You hear yourself exhale, surprising you since you didn’t know you were holding your breath. Taking a step you walk in front of Octavia, making sure your steps are strong and determined and in a few seconds, the outside noise goes silent, Octavia’s steps behind you, although with some echo, are the only thing you hear now.

A lot of changes have been made inside the bunker now, yet the circular shape is still in place. The technology allows them to mix it with the urban and rural landscape. After a few more paces, you hear whisperings, beeping, and the buzz of the lab. You reach the main stairs to descend to the center of the principal floor.

Raven is in front of a big monitor with King Tony writing something on it. You would lie if you didn’t find fascinating everything Stark’s Technology has done in the past, as much as you can comprehend through the occasional letters Raven has sent. The bluish light illuminates the area where they are. Duchess Romanoff talks amicably with Wanda, and there it is, the small pang of jealousy at how easy Wanda seems with her and your wish that one day, she can feel the same with you. 

“You’re a tough bitch, you got this” Octavia’s whispered words of encouragement make you smile. Taking the final steps, you’re in front of your mother. 

Lexa is finishing preparing a few things but she acknowledges your presence next to her. Leaving the small metal container on the table, she turns to you, observing your face for a brief moment, before placing her hands on your shoulders. For a moment, her eyes show the same compassion and love you used to see when you were a child. 

“It should take just a few minutes. King Stark will make the final preparations, he’ll then proceed to use this small tool to add them to mine. Then, I’ll give you your flame. Octavia will help me so you don’t feel any pain but the pinch of the anesthesia. After we put the flame on you, King Stark will activate the new additions on yours. Do you have any questions, daughter”

“No” your mother nods and turns to talk with Raven. Octavia gets closer to a table containing different tools and as far you can see, some medical instruments. Wanda is still at Natasha’s side. 

“Y/N… Y/N… the moment has come. Welcome Heinoffi”

Even though it’s closed, there’s again the whispers you can hear from the chip containing the flame, and the pull you feel. This time, you try to control your body not to go but the need to touch it it’s too much. Luckily for you, your mother takes it and secures it strongly in her hands.

Raven joins Octavia, followed by King Stark, holding in his hands a small keyboard, the blue semi-transparent light projecting a smaller version of what can be seen on the screens. Behind them, there are two chairs, the chair's back almost touching but facing opposite directions. Your mother walks and sits on the left one, indicating you should sit on the right one, and with all the courage you can gather, you walk the ten or fifteen steps you need to sit.

For all the protocols this ceremony needs, you wonder where your mother Flame Keeper is, then remember that after an incident that almost cost your mother her life, your mom was the one who decided to hold the title. With all the news coming faster than Pietro’s flirts, you forgot it. 

“King Stark, you may start”

“Gladly my Lady” If your mother flinched at the chosen words, nobody noticed, but you definitely would have made a remark if not for the seriousness of the ceremony. 

The keyboard in his hand brightens and you see numbers and letters appearing around the flame design he had on the screens. Raven is working as well on her device, one you never saw her take out. 

Tum tum, tum tum, the sound of your heart has joined the orchestra of the buzzing of the computers, the tics tics tics of the keyboards, and the whispers from the Flame.

Tum, tum

“The moment has come. Welcome Heiress Woods-Griffin”

Tum, tum

“The moment has come. Welcome daughter”

Tum, tum

“The moment has come. Welcome Heinoffi"

Tum, tum

“The moment has come. The heiresses are here. The moment has come. The heiresses are here”

Tum, tum.

“And we’re done” you hear King Stark proclaim. Raven then places an electrode connected to another small device, on your mother's neck, in the same spot you know the flame is. The infinity symbol makes it easier to spot it. 

After a few seconds, she declares it’s done. 

“Heinoffi, if you let me” Octavia's voice next to you, holding a tray with a syringe with a whiteish liquid, makes you slightly turn to see her. 

“Proceed” giving her the verbal permission, you are surprised your voice didn’t come out shaky. After all, aren’t you about to receive hundreds of years of knowledge from previous commanders?

Octavia goes behind your back, you are instantly tense when she places her hands on your hair, moving the braid you carefully made. Out of the corner of your eyes, you see Raven come closer. You were never a fan of needles but you have convinced yourself that when the moment came, you would show bravery and not cowardice. 

Despite your best efforts you can’t help but flinch at the first contact of the needle, feeling the cold liquid entering your system. You know enough medical knowledge thanks to your mom, to understand that this type of anesthesia would just help numb your neck enough time to get the flame into you and disappear to get your infinity tattoo, the same design as your mother. 

After a few seconds, Octavia’s voice says it’s done. Raven then gets closer to you, working with precision, you know she’ll do her best but you would have felt way more calm if your mom or even your grandmother had done the procedure, despite that Abby is happily living way up north, getting finally the peace she wanted with Marcus.

A small gasp coming from your right makes you try to move your head, you know Wanda is situated there. 

“Stay still kid” Raven quietly whispers and you obey.

From what you could gather between Indra and Octavia about this new ascension ceremony, you know Raven needs to do a small incision, about 2 or 3 inches long in your neck, then she will implant the flame and do whatever they do to sync it with your mind or maybe is your consciousness, there are some technical things you don’t quite comprehend.

In theory, you shouldn’t feel anything, but the cold sensation of a liquid you think is some of your blood is your best guess for being the reason Wanda gasped. There’s a small pinch here and there, nothing uncomfortable.

“The moment has come. Welcome Heinoffi. The moment has come. Welcome Heiress Woods-Griffin. The moment has come. Welcome daughter”

You needn’t see to know the box has been opened again. The voices are louder, much louder than what you expected.

“Inhale Heinoffi” Raven instructs. Obediently, you intake air, holding it into your lungs.

One
Two
Three
Four
Five

“Exhale slowly now”

One
Two
Three
Four
Five

There are some small pricks you feel, guessing Raven should be doing the technical thing if typing in her small keyboard placed next to her is any indication. 

There’s a cold sensation on your spine, making you sit straighter than you are. Cold drops of sweat are falling from your forehead. 

“The moment has come. Welcome Heinoffi. The moment has come. Welcome Heiress Woods-Griffin. The moment has come. Welcome daughter. The moment has come. Welcome Heinoffi. The moment has come. Welcome Heiress Woods-Griffin. The moment has come. Welcome daughter. The moment has come. Welcome Heinoffi. The moment has come. Welcome Heiress Woods-Griffin. The moment has come. Welcome daughter. The moment has come. Welcome Heinoffi. The moment has come. Welcome Heiress Woods-Griffin. The moment has come. Welcome daughter. The moment has come. Welcome Heinoffi. The moment has come. Welcome Heiress Woods-Griffin. The moment has-”

The voices are becoming too much. Gripping the chair, your knuckles are white with the strength you are applying and your jaw is numb. 

“Daughter… breathe.”

“Mother?”

“It works Raven”

A girl barely 16 or so, gets closer to Raven, needles and surgical thread nesting on the trash she carries. All your control goes at this moment to not let your mind feel overpowered.

“Breathe daughter”

Inhale…. Exhale… Inhale… Exhale

“Heinoffi. Welcome, daughter of Heda Alexandria Woods and Warhead, Clarke Griffin. Welcome heiress to the 15th clan's throne, born under a dark moon, natblida by birth”

Inhale…. Exhale… Inhale… Exhale

“Welcome Heda Alexandria Woods, daughter of Oak and Carter Woods, from the Grounders Clan. Natblida by birth and the last Commander to win the conclave”

“As pure the intentions are, we shall not and cannot accept two Hedas on the Ascension”

“One shall remain, the rightful heiress, the one that can canalize the chaos into balance”

“Raven… what is happening?”

There’s a beeping sound on Stark’s hologram thing. 

“Is this should be norm-… oh boy, something is happening and I can’t access my database”

You want to move, but feel your body frozen in place. Your knuckles are hurting but the control of your body is gone. Trying not to panic, you know that whatever is happening, it has to do with the flame and the tinkering they did. Or perhaps they are right and it can’t be two active flames.

“Heiress Woods-Griffin, quitting is not an option”

“Raven, stop it”

Out of the corner of your eyes, you see a flash of red pass, not knowing who it might be, but the warmth in your hands trying to pry your fingers open seems familiar. 

“Y/N look at me”

Your vision is blurry and can’t focus on the face in front of you, the voice you recognize as Lady Romanoff. You move your vision trying to spot Wanda but your eyes are so out of focus that you think you see her silhouette a few steps behind Natasha, or maybe is next to King Stark.

“Heda Woods, you must know what to do”

“Commander of the 15th clans, the youngest one to ascend, it has been an honor having you with us”

“We will hope you join us in the distant future again”

“Mother?” 

“A tale of two Hedas was prophesied a long time ago, all the results were not in our favor”

“We did not have chaos / We have chaos”


“A war is coming. We would not survive with one”

“We would not survive with chaos”

“Stop it” you hear yourself screamer say, you’re not sure. Your focus comes back and now you see clearly as Natasha trying to open your fingers, Octavia is behind you, surely helping your mother while Raven and Tony are writing and touching screens trying to regain the control you for sure know they don’t have, but the Hedas connected through the flame. Although there’s something unusual about all of this. It takes a few seconds to notice that no one is moving.

“I am Heinoffi, Aim laik Heda. Just like my predecessors and mother Heda and Wanheda”

“You shall not speak child”

“Let her speak” With this voice, the rest of them were silenced. 

“Pramheda"

Becca’s legacy was truly in the flame and her voice, which you recognized thanks to all your study and the files you have on the Commanders. 

This close you notice Natasha’s eyes are similar in color to Wanda’s. Wanda, who you have not seen in your periphery. A glance and you see her eyes red, red wisps coming from her hand, perhaps she’s trying to help, using her abilities but you know they’re no use.

“Pramheda, my mother has done what many in her path have failed to do, she’s more Heda than I will ever be due to my inexperience and if war is coming, I seek her knowledge and request her leadership”

“Daughter, em pleni. Pramheda”

“Lexa, my child, there’s no need to speak on behalf of your daughter, the true heiress has come and I am afraid we did not prepare enough for this, nor any of our visions are seldom in stone”

“We did not have chaos / We have chaos”


“A war is coming. We would not survive with one”

“We would not survive with chaos”

“Heinoffi Woods-Griffin, you made a vow. We expect you to rise to the occasion and overcome the situation. May the chaos choose our paths. Heda Woods, let your actions speak louder, you made your vow and we, do not forget”

The sounds and colors, and everything returned to normal. Wanda’s eyes return to normal and she seems disoriented, she looks out for you but stays in her place. Natasha finally got your fingers open, she stayed kneeling in front of you, trying to gauge any reaction or any indication that you are okay.

You feel your mother stand and get the cables out of the machine Raven has, she goes to the side of them. Octavia’s hands are next to your neck, inspecting what you know is your brand-new stitched wound. 

“You okay little heda?” She whispers you have the feeling she somehow noticed what was happening.

“Yeah. I think. I need to speak with my mother. Can you check on Wanda please?”

“She seems fine” but she goes to her side.

Walking towards your mother seems like a long road, but you know is technically impossible, since the bunker is not that long in this part. You hear the angry whispers between her and Raven, while King Tony explains as much as he can. There are a few words you recognize, technology and implants, and nanotech, and shouldn’t be joking about it sort of phrases you catch, not wanting to eavesdrop.

“Mother?”

Lexa pauses her movements, eyeing Raven and King Stark cautiously. You have the feeling they somehow predicted some of this but never really thought it would happen 

“Daughter, let’s find a place for us to speak. Octavia will move your ritual things to the other wing for us to do your tattoo ceremony”

The pain in your head is slowly making an entrance, stupid painkillers hidden in your horse stash. You follow your mother but before leaving the main area, a red light followed by a beeping sound is heard around. 

“Urgent message. Urgent message”

“Lexa… you need to see this” is Raven’s voice, laced with concern and something more urgent you can’t decipher”

“Play it Reyes”

The face of Roan, dirty and bloodied shows up on the screen. His voice sounded tired and somehow strong.

“Heda. Ultron has attacked our nation, we need help. My men are fighting but he’s superior in numbers, we need backup Heda” Screams and the sound of clashing metals, and gunfires can be heard. “Heda, we need help, Ultron has-”

The message gets cut and the room fills silent. You reach for your mother and seek guidance, knowing well what is about to happen.

“Daughter, we must prepare. Octavia, send the word to Polis, Indra should prepare the men to join Roan at dusk. King Stark”

Tony joins your mother, and with a simple nod, he understands. 

“I’m afraid the time I wasn’t looking for has come. I’ll prepare what we need; Reyes girl, send me the coordinates where I should join the Commander”

With a quick motion, King Tony touches his chest, a red and gold metal armor starts covering his body. His voice now sounds way more metallic.

“Is that ceiling made of glass?” 

Before anyone can respond, he goes out flying, but the crashing sound never comes, Raven having opened the window panels before anything. She just nods towards Lexa, circumstances like this, require speed, iron nerves, and a cold head. Raven disappears towards the machinery room.

“Duchesses Romanoff, I must ask, are you ready for what is to come?”

“Born ready Heda”

“We ride in 20 minutes, if you come with me, we must prepare and get our gear” 

“Good thing I always carry what I need in my belt”

“Y/N, meet us in my headquarters in five minutes”

Duchess Romanoff goes towards Wanda and quickly squeezes her shoulder. Both leave, leaving no doubt of what you should be doing in those five minutes. You approach Wanda, who, until this point hasn’t left her place, still hesitating on what to say.

“Wanda I-”

“Don’t. Don’t say a word”

She takes your hand, and the room goes silent, no voices, no buzzing, nothing, just the two of you.

“You better come back”

Your eyes drop to her lips, Wanda following your gaze. The tension is palpable, she slowly, watches for any signs of discomfort, as if asking for permission she doesn’t need, her hand goes to your cheek, making you look into her eyes again. A faint red glow behind them, no doubt still trying to read your thoughts. 

“I don’t want to have a real reason to hate you”

Your hand covers hers. 

“A real one? So there was a fake one earlier”

“Perhaps. You just didn’t articulate well your question”

“Wanda-“

Her lips touch the corner of your mouth so briefly, oh so shortly, blink and you miss it type of briefly, her hand stopping all contact with your body’s, and the world comes back in full noise. She stands there, an unreadable expression placed now in her beautiful features, you know the damages of the war in the land of Sokovia and how much it cost her. The main reason why she and Pietro are now under the custody of Lord Barton. And you know damn well not to make promises you won’t be sure if you’ll be able to keep.

Without another word she turns her back towards you, Octavia waiting for her on the other side. It was made clear when the flame keepers were chosen by your mothers, that if the worst scenario should arrive, there were no questions and doubts that Octavia would protect Wanda, and Duchess Romanoff would go with you.

But that was before the whole Two Heda’s thing, would that still be true? Yet, you know Octavia’s character, you have trained under her guidance and do not doubt everything she’s capable of doing. You hope that it will be enough. 

A simple nod was any indication to Octavia that you trusted her. With your back towards them, your feet started to walk the path towards the gear room, time was essential at this point, there were many questions on your mind, and the main one went back to your mom and Madi. Would they have received the same message? All your instincts are telling you to go back for Wanda, to hell with all politics and protocols, but deep down you know in what kind of danger you can put her if you just turn around and grab her to leave. 

No one questioned why after so many years and things happened, Becca’s bunker was well conserved until the emergency alarm blasted around the compound. The automatic safety protocol, implemented by Becca’s work, improved by the one and only Raven Reyes, activated automatically. At that time, you understand two things at once alone in the halls:

1) That protocol is only activated under any type of attack.

2) The cold sensation on your neck meant the flame worked and now, the full knowledge of the previous commanders was flowing through your veins, and whatever King Star did to your flame, was making that a black nano fabric type, started coming out from your neck, covering your body, it was similar at what you have seen previously on him.

The design was similar to your battle clothes, it felt less heavier than you anticipated, yet it was hard under the touch. The timing of everything didn’t allow you to marvel at your new battle clothes, nor inspect everything before you felt something on your face, lasting a few seconds. Instinctively you tried to grab anything but came up empty, feeling your eyes, you noticed the slim border of your battle eye paint, a design similar to your mother's but shorter and thinner. 

“Welcome Princess Woods-Griffin, I’m F.R.I.D.A.Y, an AI assistant King Stark developed to aid you” Small specs of a blueish glint flashed infant of your eyes, guiding you through the now almost dark halls, lightly illuminated by the yellow emergency lights. No wonder many wanted his technology. 

The imminent impact of a bomb shattered the ground before the implications of having an AI aiding you were fully understood.

“Duck” was all you heard before feeling a body push you out of the way, impacting into the ground.

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i write for myself not for comments but dear god getting comments does so remind me of the joy of writing and sharing something

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No one owes artists anything.

But existence is lonely and sometime you throw hours and hours of effort into a void, on the slim chance it will say something back.

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Fanfic writers are like crows. If you give them treats (comments) they will bring you shiny things (fanfic)

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I have been playing with AI and we have a “royal wedding” coming soon and couldn’t help but picture this as Wanda’s bridal dress

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A Heiress in Love Pt. 7

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff / Female Reader

Tags: angst, fluff,

Translations: Hainofi = princess // Strik sis [Strisis] = little sister // Ai hod yu in = I love you // Ste yuj = Stay strong //

Chapter synopsis: War is coming and some things need to be sped up for the alliances to work. Right in the middle of everything, someone will warn or new appointed commander about her betrothed.

A/N: This story keeps sending me into new research topics! I hope I’m doing them justice. Also since there aren’t a lot of trigedeslang transistors, everything in italics and underlined would be trigedeslang. Again, I’m partying ways from some canon events in the 100 in order for this to work. Work is not beta’d so all mistakes are mine.

Chapter 7 - A Heda on the Rise

The darkness seems to be more welcoming this time yet, the red fog that you saw before remains there, like a guardian.

Fainted noises try to make their way into your mind, but the dizziness you feel is more than enough to shut anything that tries to reach you. Your hand feels warm and is the kind that makes you feel sleepy and cozy. Feeling a squeeze into your hand, the darkness starts to dissipate slowly. 

You get back into reality when you hear far away your name being called, turning to the right, where you think the voice is coming. Opening your eyes, you see your mom looking at you with worried eyes. Her lips mouth something to you but your brain is a little bit foggy.

“Are you okay?” Her echoed words reach your ears. “You seem a little uneasy”

“I’m fine” yet her mother instincts kick in and she gets next to you. Wanda just observing through her peripheral vision, not letting your hand go. Clarke is observing your face, she touches your forehead but feels only your cold skin. 

The voices around you are a mix of angriness and confusion, Octavia and Natasha are having their staring contest.

“Octavia, there’s no need to duel Duchess Natasha” You hear your mother talk but your mind is trying to catch up, everything seems a little out of sync. Perhaps the lack of sleep, food, and water is taking finally a toll on you. 

“Heda” whatever simple hand gesture Lexa does is enough to keep Octavia in silence. 

“Mother, a flame keeper has been in grounders line for all time” you hear Madi say but can’t seem to fully understand it. 

“Commander if I may,” Tony says, and to your surprise your mother acknowledges him with a simple nod. 

“I know all I’m allowed to know about Flame keepers and I think with our nanotechnology we can improve the efficiency and security of it. That’s why, Duchess Romanoff would be dear Y/N guardian and you my dear…sorry don’t know your name”

He pauses, you guess, waiting for Octavia’s response, which never came.

“Well, you my angry brunette will be as well,” he says and you can guess the gasp you hear is Madi’s. You feel a squeeze in your hand and Wanda’s tense right next to you.

“It will be fine, you don’t have to be afraid,” you think as loud and clear as you can to calm Wanda, it worked before so, she should be able to hear you right away. The tension in your hand lessened and let you know it did. 

“I’m not following,” Pietro says out of nowhere, you didn’t even pay attention when he arrived.  

Your mother guides King Tony and your mom to the center of the table, pausing a little at seeing your ceremonial things still in place. She searches your gaze but you avoid it before meeting her eyes. You see her guards follow her and stand a few paces behind her. 

“Mother if I may, I thought only the commander was worthy of carrying the flame, no offense to our guests here”

Madi approaches your mother, asking silently to clear everything, but is stopped by your mom. Clarke grabs her hand, making her stay there, out of your reach.

“Y/N, Wanda” Lexa’s voice is neutral but you detect a hint of warmth in her tone, her raised hand indicates for both of you to approach her. 

You feel Wanda’s tug and in that moment you realize how stiff you were, if the crack of your knee indicates it. You walk slowly, never letting Wanda’s hand go, an action that is noticed by everyone. Clarke has a small smile adorning her face, while Natasha smirks. Octavia’s face goes neutral, even thou you know deep down she’s content with how things are seeming to go with Lady Maximoff and Pietro gives you his usual thumbs up. You search for Madi’s eyes, looking for the comfort a big sister could provide but you see only confusion. 

“As we unite our people through my daughter and Lady Maximoff, we should never forget our origins and focus more on our similitudes rather than our differences” Lexa speaks softly but firmly, a tone you have heard many times when she was tucking you into bed explaining to her best effort, the hundred questions you bombarded her with at night.

That is enough to make you form a hard-to-see but small smile.

“We need to understand us and help us. The flame, Madi, is one of the things that make us grounders unique but is, as we know, dangerous for the receiver. To protect us, King Tony will improve the flame that Y/N will be getting, allowing me to continue to keep it as well until I transcend and pass it fully to her”

“If I may,” Tony asks “When Ultron got out of our alliance and started doing all crazy things, it reminded me that, what we all here seek, is the chance to live in peace, and when that is threatened and our loved ones are in danger, we protect them”

“Attack them and you attack me” you hear yourself saying.

“Precisely!” An over-excited Tony says, “It took me two hits close home to understand that I, couldn’t do it alone” he says while walking towards you. 

Before he can reach you, Wanda takes a tiny step in front of you that causes Tony to stop before getting too close to you. His face is intrigued but doesn’t change his excitement. However, he changes slightly his course of action and goes to the table instead.

“I have been fascinated with grounders' culture since I met your mothers' ages ago Princess Y/N, so when the time called for it, I reached out to them and well, here we are”

That’s the most simplest way of explaining years of traditions in less than 10 seconds but he says this while getting something from under his coat. It’s a small red box with lines in yellow. He then proceeds to uncover his arm and punches some letters or that’s what you think he’s doing, in what looks like a bracelet, that is more than that as a hologram appears in thin air.

“That still doesn’t explain why Duchess Romanoff has to be the flame keeper,” Madi says, still not trusting any of this. 

“I didn’t ask for it either nor do I understand it all but I trust Stark on it” Duchess Romanoff’s voice is so near you that you have to take all control to not shiver, instead squeezing Wanda’s hand, noticing the small smirk she has. For your own sake, you decide not to question it further. “Plus, I care for Wanda and if she becomes part of the grounder's culture, I want to understand it as well”

“Madi, daughter. Patience in one thing”

“Patience in all things” you hear your sister finish the sentence with a sour mode. A sentence that Lexa tried so hard to teach you when you were little and got impatient. You also remember the many lessons you had with her on the proper way of breathing and how to use it to control your anxiety or fears. 

“We know the importance of the flame keeper, that’s why part of the agreement included sharing the information about it with them as well we allowed for someone to be part of it. A decision Clarke agreed on it”

At one point you suspected your mom was a big part of the decision on your marriage, the fact that she agreed on the Flame makes you wonder if it had anything to do with their past. You knew your mom carried it for a brief time and how it affected her. Perhaps all of this comes in the best interest.

“Out of all the pool presented, your mom and I decided Duchess Romanoff was the best candidate,” So your mothers chose who was going to bear it? “Not only is she an expert in hand-to-hand combat, but also has a high set of skills that will help keep Y/N and Lady Wanda safe if the case arises”.

Your mom lets Madi's hand and stands next to Lexa and, you figure this has a deeper commitment than you thought of.

“Along with Octavia” Clarke says “She more than anyone would know the importance of protecting their Heda” Just knowing that Octavia will take the role as well, gives you some type of comfort you didn’t know you needed. 

Your mother explains while motioning for Octavia and Natasha to come. King Tony proceeds then to touch the hologram and you see the chip projected there and the image is more vivid and clear of what you have seen on your mother’s books and Becca’s library.  There are a lot of small letters and numbers scribbled all over it, your best guess it’s that it contains the improvements your mother told you about. Still, how does it work, would it hurt now? You know before, the Flame would allow you to keep your thoughts separated, and now? What is all of this doesn’t work and the Flame chooses another person? Many questions are rounding your mind and it’s getting harder to keep track of all of them. Wanda’s thumb starts doing small circles in your hand, making you get out of your mind. 

“I might not be able to read your mind but boy your thoughts are loud” and hearing her whisper so close to you, makes your skin and body tremble. A small chuckle leaves your mouth, getting just the attention of Madi, who looks at you with a curious expression. 

“The adaptations I made, would allow Queen Lexa and Princes Y/N to be able to carry the flame, without having any dangers to their health, minimal pain for our princess here, and preserving all the qualities the first commander did”.

Lexa opens the box containing the Flame you’ll be getting soon, the small piece capable of uniting or separating nations, containing power and a lot of responsibilities, making you well aware that, if the old laws were still in place, a lot of people would die to get their hands on. Yet, the infinite symbol inscribed on it faintly glows.

“Y/N… Y/N…the moment has come. Welcome daughter”

“Our nanotechnology has been a resource that many are after, and I’m more than happy to lend it to the aid of our new conjoint kingdoms and the well of their and our heiresses”

“Y/N… Y/N…the moment has come. Welcome Heinoffi”

You barely hear him, being more interested in the data and images showing virtually, the blue hem making it look fascinating to you, so much so that you barely register the small step you take towards it until you’re stopped by Wanda’s hand still in yours. Your mother notes this and takes a look at you, her curiosity getting the best out of her.

“Y/N… Y/N…the moment has come. Welcome Heiress Woods-Griffin”

“Y/N… Y/N…the moment has come. Welcome daughter”

“Y/N… Y/N…the moment has come. Welcome Heinoffi”

King Tony keeps talking but is just white noise compared to what you are hearing. You have heard the stories, the legends, you know that the voices of past commanders, some kind of memory of them will talk with you… but it should be until you get the flame right? So, whose voices are these and why are you hearing them?

Natasha opens then the box, containing a similar but smaller piece of your flame, much to Octavia’s displeasure, noticeable on her face but is replaced soon by curiosity as she sees Wanda taking a step towards Natasha.

“The moment has come. The heiresses are here. The moment has come. The heiresses are here. The moment has come. The heiresses are here. The moment has come. The heiresses are here. The moment has come. The heiresses are here. The moment has come. The heiresses are here. The moment has come. The heiresses are here. The moment has come. The heiresses are here. The moment has come. The heiresses are here. The moment has come. The heiresses are here.”

You feel a sudden need to reach for the box your mother has, taking Wanda with you, who shows nothing but a willingness to walk, eager to get the box in Natasha’s hand. You hear nothing but the voices until…. 

CLANK, CLANK.

A metal noise is heard, making you stop in your tracks, your hand close to the box your mother had, which has been closed. Wanda’s hand is on the box Natasha has, with Clarke’s hand on top of it. You didn’t notice your mom moved, less see the other box being opened. 

“Curios indeed” you heard King Tony say. 

Wait, weren’t those the same words Aiden told you?

“Fascinating, isn’t daughter? My predecessors are eager for you to join us” and you look at your mother, her eyes are unguarded just for you and you see the love and pride in them, but you also see something else, you can’t pinpoint what it is yet. 

“Lady Maximoff” she takes her sight towards Wanda and notices how, despite taking different steps, your hands remained linked. The small smile there is just perceptible for you and Madi.

“What is in front of you, is a replica of the Flame Y/N would be getting that you would be having in custody, hence why we decided to have two flame keepers, one, to guard Y/N and the other, to come in place if the occasion arises, you need to evacuate with the flame”

Wanda returns to your side, dropping your hand to play with her ring fingers, a piece of hair falls from her hairstyle, and you observe her while trying to comprehend everything that has been said, your mind racing a mile per second, tying things here and there. So if Tony requested the marriage to protect his lands and people, your mothers agreeing to it AND sharing the flame knowledge, plus including another flame keeper and a replica? What’s the real meaning of all of this?

“Would I always be hearing the voices?” Comes the quiet question of Wanda.

“You heard them?” Pietro, who up until this point was watching the whole thing unfold, approaches his sister. You can’t help but step a little in front of him.

“I…think?” Her eternal frown comes into place and you can’t help but notice that’s different from the one prior, this one is less pronounced, making her eyes smaller, although the tilted head remains the same. 

“If you heard them Lady Maximoff, as precedent as this is, I believe it has to do more with your abilities, still, it doesn’t minimize the fact of it, especially for someone who’s not natblida” your mother says, not even a hint of surprise on her voice. Turning, you see your mom looking at Wanda with confidence, a spark of something you haven’t seen reflect it on someone outside your clan for a long time.

The fact that both of them knew about Wanda’s abilities makes you wonder how much they know, you recently learned them, but well, maybe King Tony shared that information. If your mothers agreed to 

Madi opts now to turn and walk away, your instinct is going after her but your feet refuse to cooperate. By this time, the first signs of sunrise are showing, and the little place you have been all night starts to appear clearer. You can see more now the features of the ceremonial table and the articles left there, the thin smoke of the incense long gone, but the ashes remaining there, scattered on the table. Your mom has noticed the sun rising as well, whispering something to Lexa, and then proceeds to leave, taking Pietro with her with promises of breakfast and coffee. The last item offered, you think, shouldn’t be something Pietro should get his hands on, an over-caffeinated hyperactive child is the less you need now, yet, the thought brings a smile to your face. 

”Now, there’s a journey ahead of us that we should prepare for. We leave in 15 minutes, horses are ready and I believe, King Tony wants to speak to you Y/N” Your mother takes the bowl containing your blood and needles and signals for the rest of the party to leave all, except for Octavia who maintains her position not far from you, but giving you enough privacy.

Wanda is hesitant to let your hand go. And after a few seconds of thinking she turns to leave, Natasha at her side in an instant.

“I’ll be out soon,” you say after her, taking her nodding as a sign that she heard you, saying it to try and reaffirm whatever worries or curiosity she might have or maybe it was to calm your worries. You haven’t met King Tony personally nor this close before, but here you are. 

“Curios is a killer thing, don’t you think my darling?” He says while playing with the matches left on the place where the rest of your ceremonial things are.

“Not your darling, please don’t refer to me like that again” There’s an element you don’t like about someone calling you darling, other than really close people.

“Feisty, I see. No wonder why our dear witchy feels attracted to you”

“With all due respect King Tony, what is it that you wanted to talk? We need to leave soon and we have a few hours ahead of traveling. I would like to get ready”

But the fact of his words is making something inside you, clearly is nice to hear a confirmation that Wanda feels attracted but his tone and the way he said it, doesn’t suit you well.

“Yes about that… I just wanted to make sure you’re prepared for what might come?”

King Tony might be a lot of things, but discrete has never been his best strong suit. You need to inquire more about what has been said and agreed on this marriage thing. 

“I am” and your voice carries so much strength and pride, just like your mother used to do and still does when her reasons are questioned. You have spent a lot of time studying, training and preparing for your ascension as Heda, the fact that a war might break soon makes you nervous, but you trust your preparation and your heritage.

“And if chaos breaks?”

The sun is almost up, mother nature indicating that your party must leave soon for the agenda to continue and not interrupt another thing. Although your ascension ceremony will be tomorrow night, you’re certain more things are preparing behind the curtains, didn’t Octavia mention something about Raven sending a package for your ceremony? To be honest, if Raven knew about it, then… when or how did she get the news about it? And how did she get them that fast?

A flock of birds past over your head, but your eyes remain on the King, gauging his reaction to your lack of response, trying to read him. He’s quite the character, making it a little bit difficult to find a truthful interpretation.

He takes your silence as something based on the chuckle he makes and proceeds to explain. 

“Our dear witchy over there and future Mrs. Woods-Griffin can be something” his bracelet on the hand signaling where Wanda just left shines under the sun, making you realize you need to end this soon.

“You know about Wanda’s magic then” It’s not a question. 

“If I know? Girl, I will be afraid if her chaos gets out of control-”

“So your better option was to ship her to a foreign kingdom so it gets out of your hand”

“Princess” and the tone is so petty you almost hate it. “I rather have her as an ally than be on the receiving end of her anger”

“I shouldn’t be entertaining you with these questions, but If chaos, as you and Aiden like to name her magic, decides to come out to play, I’ll be ready”

Your mother never taught you to look down first on a staring match, combine that with the stubbornness you inherited from your mom and you have a killer stare. Which makes King Tony smile like a madman. 

“Good! That’s exactly why I choose you over Vision to be her wife, now chop chop Princess we have a journey ahead of us”

He leaves your side faster than you can comprehend what he just said. Of course, you have heard of Count Vision and his last attempt to have Wanda as a wife, the thought never sitting well with you, for all purposes, word has it that Count Vision is just as cold and heartless as a machine, but his assets and technology would have been something to pique the interest of Tony, yet he chose you over him, why? You have so many questions to ask your mother but are afraid she won’t answer them if she feels is not the time. Deciding not to dwell more on the issue you kneel to retrieve the bag where you carried your ceremonial things. 

A chirp is heard somewhere in the trees, hurrying your steps, knowing Echo is just a moment away to come and retrieve whatever things you leave, you finally, step out of the ceremonial place and take a few seconds to enjoy the cold breeze. 

This exact time, just a few minutes after sunrise, is the time you have come to love the most. The temperature is perfect, not warm yet not too cold, the wind is chill enough to be able to enjoy it without a heavy jacket. Your mother used to find you out of bed at this time many times, standing by your side, always extending her hand without saying a word, and every time you took it. Both enjoyed the silence and the company. She would later carry you back to your chambers, tickling your sides until you asked her to stop between waves of laughter. She did it until you were 6 years old, claiming you were too big for her to continue carrying you and wasn’t proper for a princess. 

“Heinofi” Octavia's voice surprises you, having completely forgotten she was just mere steps away. Did she hear your talk with King Tony?

“Don’t you dare question what you have to offer, we all know anyone would be honored to be your wife”

“I’m not-“

“I know you Y/N, whatever King Tony said about Vision, ain’t worthy worrying your mind” 

For many people, Octavia is just a distant, uninterested, savage brunette, but you know that’s just a facade, deep down she’s more intelligent and observant than a lot of people think, yet her nickname of Bloodreina holds up to her reputation. 

She grabs your chin and lifts it so you can see her in the eyes, and what you see makes you question not for the first time, what have you done to have such a cool aunt care that deeply for you. Madi once joked about you being the daughter she wished she had.

“Thanks Aunt”

“Now, Echo had your horse packed and your mother awaits. I saw Wanda pass with Natasha so we should get going”

She proceeds to lead the way but your hand stops her before she can take more than two steps ahead of you.

“Aunt Tavia” 

Octavia turns to look at you questioningly.

“Do you know the reasons my mothers agreed on all of this and if they were aware of Wanda’s abilities?”

You hesitate for a moment, your question taking her out of guard. 

“You better than anyone should know that not all the important decisions your mothers take are shared with their counsels. That being said I know they were aware of what Wanda can make, and no Y/N I don’t know it. As for the reasons for the marriage to take place, I guess they balanced both options of suitors and decided on the best one, political and personal”

Wait, both?

“Both?” You ask but her gentle push for you to walk makes you trip, regaining your composure you keep walking but still waiting for her answer. 

“I shouldn’t have said that. Forget I said it” She well knows you won’t let it go that easy, but for your benefit, since you had your wish granted, you keep quiet. Making a sign of erasing your mind with your hand, you smile and walk ahead of her.

It doesn’t take you too long to reach the parting point, you see ten to twelve horses at the ready, your mother guards already in place. Counting them and making mental notes of which horse is for whom, you notice five are still waiting for their rider but yours is not there. 

“Daughter, are you ready?” Your mother’s voice welcomes you, just as she is mounting her black Percheron, her elegance is something you have always admired. You take it as a good sign that Philly is there, since you know that’s not her battle horse, since it has been a while since Raven implemented some upgrades and experiments on that department, no longer using life animals for it, but rather something mechanic, nor exactly a robot but similar. 

“I am mother” Echo approaches you, with your own Lipizzan horse, his grey coat shining under the weather and his mane braided elegantly.

Approaching them you thank Echo and take Dasher’s reins. Your other hand caresses his forehead carefully avoiding his muzzle. You approach your forehead to his.

“Hey there Dash, ready for a journey?” His only response is his short snort. You have had it since you were eight, a present from Queen Regina, arguing if you were to be a good goddaughter, you need it to learn to ride properly. The relationship you had with Dasher has only been growing ever since, with both of you bonding almost immediately. 

Those are the things that make you question how many of your relationships were just mere political movements rather than affection. Deciding to leave that thought for another time, you caress Dash one more time before a guard helps you mount him. 

Once you are on him, you whisper small affective, and reassuring words into his ear, caressing his beautiful mane. You know Dasher can feel nervous sometimes when new people surround him, so you do your best to stay calm and transmit that to him.  

“Lexa” you hear your mom calling her, she’s still on the ground. “Safe travels. I’ll see you soon” She takes Lexa’s hand for a few seconds and leaves with her guards towards the carriages zone, part of King Tony’s party is waiting over there, as far as you can see he’s not among them. You guess she might be doing something else for the wedding preparation with your guests. 

“My dear Lexa, what beautiful creatures you have here” Well, that responded to your question about why he was not over there. 

You’re guessing that if he was the one working on the new flame, he would be the one indicating how to handle it. 

“We’re proud of our horses. Intelligent and magnificent creatures they are” 

King Tony walks closer to the other horses, you supposed he would wait for someone to helpl him but to your surprise, he mounts it quite quickly.

“I’m a bit rusty, it’s been a while since I did it”

“You used to ride?” Your question is more of curiosity than anything else.

“Growing up, yes”

“Impressive horse Commander, and more impressive he hasn’t dropped Stark”

You turn to see Duchess Romanoff and Wanda slowly approaching, you haven’t thought why they weren’t there nor near the carriages when you joined. 

“Very funny, let’s see how yours handles your presence” Is he indulging in the comment?

Without more thinking you descend Dasher and walk towards Wanda, offering a small smile which she reciprocates albeit reluctantly, which makes you frown a little. 

“Those are beautiful horses Princess Woods-Griffin” so you’re back to formalities. 

“Not as beautiful as you” You can hear and feel Octavia and your mother cringing from where they stand, already in her horses, but the small blush on Wanda’s cheeks makes it worthy. 

“Echo and Finley will help you mountain yours, we need to be leaving soon” and the commanding voice your mother has is enough for King Tony to regain his composure.

“I have never ridden a horse before” It’s Wanda’s timid voice and now you understand her behavior and posture.

She’s afraid. 

Her hands are playing with her rings, trying hard not to bite her nails, and her sight is fixed on Dasher, you can’t help but feel pride. He’s mesmerizing and gorgeous to look at.

“Then you must ride with me” and not soon after your words leave your mouth you know a reprimand will come your way. 

For safety reasons, in every political travel, there must be only one rider per horse, in case there’s an ambush, your guards can help you escape in different routes and not compromise any of you. You know that this journey is way more than just a political thing.

“Daughter, I’m afraid that would have to be for another occasion” There’s not a drop of hardness or angriness in your mother tone, but a small warning. 

And for the first time in forever, you do something you never thought you’d do. 

You guide her to Dasher. 

The horse sensing what are you going to ask, just moves with his head, signifying he’ll allow Wanda to ride him.

“Dasher would be yours for the journey then”   Lexa, Octavia, and even Echo are well aware of what that means. 

Dasher is to be ridden only by you, the horse not allowing anyone else to mount him, not even her first owner Queen Regina has been able to do it. Dasher never allows the saddle to be put on him if it’s not going to be for you, you guess that he can sense it and has a better instinct than most humans. 

Not even Princess Danvers, your previous girlfriend did it. Dasher liked her but never allowed it to be ridden by her. When you two went out riding, you had to take Quinn, your other Lipizzan horse for it, she allowed other people with you. 

Once, Queen Emma said that the connection you had with your horses was similar and way freaky than the one Regina had with Rosinante, her horse. You answered that she didn’t understand the connection between horses and humans since her horse wasn’t too happy with her. Queen Regina snorted, making you feel good. Until this time, is hard for you to call them godmothers.

“Is it yours? He’s magnificent” Wanda says and you can swear Dash neighs in response to that. Cheeky little bastard but you feel happy he’s allowing Wanda so far. 

“Yes, his name is Dasher, he’s my main one”

Like reading your mind Dasher nudges his muzzle on Wanda’s shoulder and you encourage her to pet him.

Your mother observes this and smiles, happy to see you content despite the threat of war over your heads.

“Here, let me”

In an instant, Finley, the stable young man is at Dasher's side, putting his two hands together, so Wanda can step into them, this action needs it to push the rider up. You take Wanda’s waist and she jumps a little, surprised by the action. 

“I’ll help you get onto him. Dasher is a gentleman but if you have never ridden, it can be tricky to get onto him”

Wanda looks at you, her ever-inquisitive look in place. She puts her hands on your shoulders, nodding her head, indicating she’s ready. You laugh and turn her, her back now towards you.

“Put your right foot on Finley’s hands and impulse your weight. Once you feel the push, your left leg should do a small arch over Dasher’s back. Ready? On three. One. Two. Three”

Wanda graciously mounts Dasher, giving you a memory to cherish for ages. Once she’s on Dasher you can see her nervousness be replaced with excitement, her smile getting bigger by the second. 

Echo, who had taken over Dasher’s reins, gives them to you with a small nod. 

“Here, this will help you guide him and to hold on to him. You won’t need to do much, since Quinn and I will go right next to you and Dash is excellent following us”

You had been involved a lot in their training, making sure both knew how to follow each other without a rider or an injured one. Sometimes your paranoia pays off.

“Okay” and is the smile and the brightness in her eyes that does it for you. 

You go to Quinn, feeling Wanda’s eyes on your back, observing your interaction with Quinn, you salute her the same way you did it with Dasher.  You mount her without help, years with them have made you agile. Echo passes your bags and sword. Thanking her you take a moment to whisper something into Quinn's ears, getting a snort in response. 

“It seems we’re all ready. Indra” your mother motions for her most loyal warrior and leader. Indra gives this vibe of hating everyone but is nothing compared to Anya. 

“Send a messenger to the clans. Let them know my daughter's Ascension ceremony will take place tomorrow. They should know we’re ready and we must stay united in our coalition”

Indra nods and takes off on her horse, you thought she would be going with you, but then again, a lot of things have been changing by the second. The guards open the gigantic gates, and you see the roads that lead to Polis, the royal guards leading the way, followed by your mother, King Tony, Duchess Romanoff, then you and Wanda, Octavia, and the rest of the royal guards behind

You hear some guards whisper safe travels. You’re somehow excited for what lies ahead. After all, you have traveled this road many times, knowing the safety of its course. Turning you see Wanda calmingly admiring the landscape, one hand in Dasher’s rein, the other, caressing him slowly. She’s a natural.

The sun is now fully up, giving the forest a whimsical view, everything seems calm, so you relax and let yourself enjoy the ride, a few moments of peace before the madness begins.

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REBLOG IF ITS OKAY TO TALK TO YOU.

Please.

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I’m writing the new chapter of “A heiress in love” but I wanted to play a little with the IA tools to get inspiration.

I’m not pro but I think Wanda in grounders wardrobe looks badass (and it’s similar at how I imagine her) what do you guys think?

A/N: I’m not good at drawing nor photoshop, and my budget at this time ain’t that much to pay an artist to sketch it 😔

Anyway, new chapter coming soon!!

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Tony running into the living room while angry yelling.

Tony: where’s Y/N?!

Kate: haven’t seen her… why?

Tony: because I got a call from-

Y/N entering the room screaming full force

Y/N: I shot Cupid ba-ba-ba-bang! ‘Cause I don’t wanna fall in love again!!.

Y/N stopping, noticing Kate sitting there, smiling adoringly at her.

Y/N: hey Kate!! 😍 o_O. O_o. O_O well crap!

Tony: yea dumbass… now I got a full demand from some Roman Greek or whatever root that winged baby’s is from.

Kate laughs hysterically but gets up and grabs Y/N’s hand dragging her from the room.

Tony: don’t you think you’re off this Y/L/N

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A Heiress in love. Pt. 6

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff / Female Reader Tags: angst, fluff, Translations: Hainofi = princess // Strik sis [Strisis] = little sister // Ai hod yu in = I love you // Ste yuj = Stay strong // Yu laik ai kru = You are my people // Oso laik wonkru = We are one clan // Ai hod you in seintaim = I love you too // Em pleni = enough // Ai laik Heda = I’m the commander // Jomp em op en you jump ai op // Attack her and you attack me. Chapter synopsis: As the enemies get closer, our new appointed commander embarks on a much personal journey.

A/N: This story keeps sending me into new research topics! I hope I’m doing them justice. Also since there aren’t a lot of trigedeslang transistors, everything in italics and underlined would be trigedeslang. Again, I’m partying ways from some canon events in the 100 in order for this to work. Work is not beta’d so all mistakes are mine.

Chapter 6 - The prince, the princess and death.

Tuesday 03:30 a.m.

That’s what you think the time it’s based on the stars illuminating the sky. You observe Wanda sleeping peacefully close to the table where you left her, having you decided to meditate a little.

Your soul is restless, for some reason, you can’t stop thinking about the impending war and the consequences it might have, you make a mental note to send Henry a message tomorrow night, the device for communications being at your chambers, just to ask him how’s everything on their side.

The night is silent.

It should feel peaceful but it’s thick with anticipations of something you quite don’t understand. A lot has happened in a few days, and the constant changing of things does nothing to calm your mind. You think of your family, especially your mother, How many battles and wars has she seen already in her life? She deserves a quiet life, For years she was just surviving, making amends with death but then your mom quite literally fell from the sky and well, they both deserve a quiet life already. Haven’t they suffered enough?

Your mind travels to the redhead close to you and how you went from wishing to know her to being betrothed. Funny how sometimes the universe chooses to give us what we wanted. You notice her slim figure and, think how much harder all of this is being for her, and, not for the first time, you wish you could do more, be more, for those you love and care about.

Wondering as well about your other guests, they will probably leave tomorrow sometime during the day, hoping Pietro or Natasha could stay a little bit more, for Wanda’s sake. Taking your eyes off Wanda you look at the sky and the moon, shining bright above you, making her best effort to bring solace to your query mind.

Raven told you once that your mind thought 800 thoughts per millisecond, never shutting up and it would be a good thing for Lexa to start training you on how to effectively lessen them. You should have paid more attention to your lessons, maybe if your mother had been the one to show you instead of Octavia, you would have studied more, ‘cause you definitely want that state of mind right now.

In a few hours, your party will leave for Tondc, despite the political air it has, that’s where you’ll go to get your tattoo done, right at Becca’s bunker. You’re still amazed at how a lot of things changed when it comes to the Commander rituals, thanks to your mother and her rules.

Closing your eyes again, you try to concentrate, inhaling and exhaling slowly, one, two, three times, but before you can reach the fourth inhalation you hear Wanda whining. Your instinct and need to protect her takes over you and you go to her side immediately. Later when you are questioned, you will recall seeing the red wisps coming from her hands but claim you didn’t notice until it was too late.

You touch her shoulder trying to wake her up and receive a blast of red magic, that, upon impact does feel a little weird, but is enough to send you flying and crashing against one of the bigger rocks on the wall. You have to thank Raven for teaching you to cover your head when being sent flying and crashing from explosions. That summer you spent with her and she used you as a dummy test (to the displeasure of your mothers), is proving to be effective now.

Still, the hard impact is enough to leave you unconscious. … … … … … … … … …

You awake (or regain consciousness) to the sound of screaming. Trying as quick as you can, you force your body to get up, opening your eyes but the air is strong, making it harder for you to see, so you instantly close them again.

Putting your hand covering your eyes you walk towards what you think is the table, squinting your way out.

“Wanda?” You scream but your voice can’t be heard.

The noises are too loud.

You somehow see the smoke rising from the way the Tower is. Feeling your stomach drop, you turn and try to look for Wanda but all you see is fire where the table used to be, you still make your way back to it.

“Wanda, where are you?” But the clouds are covering the moon and there’s a lot of fog, making it impossible to see beyond a certain range, you’re not sure if it’s from the smoke or the chill air, but is starting to get into your lungs. Covering your mouth you reach the table.

Nothing.

BOOM

The loud explosions close to you are enough to destroy the rock walls and send you to the floor looking for cover. Eyes closed, not making a move, you hide behind the hidden part of the table, covering your mouth, trying not to make a sound with your coughs. Inhaling, and exhaling, you calm your state but are still stiff as a rock, you’re not sure where the explosions are coming from or if someone is near.

“Wanda, where are you?” You try again, thinking as hard as you can this time, remembering how it seemed to work a few hours ago, hoping it gets to her again.

Silence.

Eery silence.

Not even the wind makes a noise.

Opening one eye you can’t see any fire or smoke. In fact, everything seems exactly as it was before the explosions, the moon and the stars shining bright above you.

Carefully, you start getting up from your crouching position, sword at the ready. What the hell is going on? Your (e/c) eyes scan the area, looking for a sign of Wanda, at this point, for someone, anybody to appear.

“Welcome… Strisis” you remember well that voice.

It lulled you to sleep many times, but it’s impossible for you to hear it again right now. Turning carefully, one foot at a time, forcing your body to move, refusing to opening your eyes. Counting one to three in your head, you slowly bring light to your vision.

Truth is, it’s not impossible as it seems.

He’s standing there in all his glory, just like you used to remember him. Clad in all black, his blue eyes contrasting his sandy blonde hair, but his hair is well stylish and not as sweaty as normal, due to all the training he’d done. He’s sporting a small smile, the same one he reserved just for you.

“Aden” a whisper you’re not sure it came from your lips.

Tentatively you take a step, he’s the same height you remember him, except this time, you are taller than him. Although you’re not as tall as your mother, you somehow reached Clarke’s height, still, Aden, as you see him now, is shorter than you.

“I have been waiting for you” yet he doesn’t move nor make any intent to come closer. You look at your surroundings, but nothing seems different than when you entered this place.

“How… what… is it really you?” You refuse to believe what’s in front of you. The reality of having him here could mean just one thing.

“I am” he still doesn’t move.

“I don’t understand… am I?”

“Your betrothed holds a lot of power”

You frown at the mention of Wanda. Where is she anyway?

“No need to worry Sistris, despite unconsciously trying, she cannot enter where we are”

“What?” The fog in your brain is going away slowly. You recall the night, meditating, Wanda whining…

And the red sparks.

“We’re in my mind?”

“Not quite Y/N, we are in something similar to the City of Lights. I’m guessing this was a result of her”

“Wanda?”

“Is that her name? I always wondered. Mother used to call her the Lady with magic hands, not the best phrase is you ask, no wonder mom almost choked on her water”

His laugh is remarkable and something you wished to hear more often when he was alive. Wait, your mothers knew Wanda had magic? Is that why they accepted Stark’s offer? But, if they know she has magic, and certainly all her clan know, why would ask for your union? You don’t hold anything compared to Wanda’s abilities, so what can you bring to the table?

“A lot more of what you think sistris"

Continuing to ignore him, for your own sake, a lot of things haven’t made a lot of sense so trying to search for it, under the circumstances will just bring you a massive headache.

“You said we’re in the City of Lights but is not my mind”

“I said, we are in something similar. This is still part of your mind. Lady Maximoff can’t enter this space, more than anyone, you should know and it’s not because of the chaos”

Despite your best efforts, you feel a headache coming. Is that possible? Feeling a headache while inside your head?

“Sunrise is coming sistris”

“Wait, Aden… don’t go” The fear of losing him again makes you act on instinct, recalling the sensation you felt all those years ago, closing the distance an embracing him.

He smells like pine and wood, combined with some citric notes, a little bit different from what you remember. Back in the day, you always mumbled he smelled like rain, Madi taunted him saying you meant it was wet dirt, but to you, it was something fresh.

“I’m here”

Despite the height difference now, you feel his strong arms circling you and comforting you in a way only older brothers can.

You don’t want to let him go and refuse to close your eyes in case he disappears. What if he’s a fragment of your imagination?

“I’m real”

He takes your face and cradles it with his hands, wiping your tears with his thumbs.

“Let us walk” he grabs your hand while you both walk, using his hand as an anchor to calm your rapidly beating heart.

Upon close inspection, you see now the lake where he used to take you and Madi.

“War is coming sistris, and nothing can prevent it, not even chaos itself”

This information is not a surprise to you. Maybe you knew it all along, feared it but hoped for a peaceful resolution. That feeling of emptiness you had and the restlessness you felt prior was a way of rejecting the truth.

“Mother has taught you well. You’re better than I was. No wonder the spirit of the prior commanders is calling and choosing you”

“Aden” the rest of your sentence dies there, hanging in the air because you well know that, if he would still be alive, the commander would have chosen him and you would have been a simple heiress, waiting for her turn to the throne.

Your only reward was avenging his death when you were of age. To be fair, it was a clean duel, Ontari should have known it was coming.

“I never had the flame but I feel them now. And they are all anxious for what’s to come. You have a powerful ally Y/N and your future wife can be the decisive key to win or lose, it will depend on you”

You let go of his hand and stay rooted in place. Wanda have a part in this?

“We are no wiser nor gods to decide someone's destiny”

“And yet here you are telling me I’m the one who will scale the balance”

“I’m just a messenger”

“You’re one of the judges aren’t you?”

“I’m not sistris. I’m here on your request”

What request? What the hell is happening? One sec you’re trying to meditate and the next you’re in some kind of extremely weird dream, talking to your deceased brother like it was a casual walk at your favorite lake.

And now Wanda has come into the equation.

At her mention or more of your thoughts on her, you see red fog covering some bushes at the other side of the lake.

Aden follows your sight.

“Chaos awaits. It destroys and creates, it can never be tamed or understood but it can be beautiful if loved”

“Why do you keep referring to the chaos?”

“Sistris…” his face is filled with genuine curiosity, frowning his eyebrows exactly like your mother. And not for the first time you’re considering, that in fact, you’re the adopted one of the family.

“What Aden?” Yet you don’t look at him.

“Your betrothed has chaos magic”

He’s expecting a reaction from you but it honestly doesn’t affect you the type of magic Wanda has, why everybody is making a huge deal out of this is beyond your mind. The red fog in the meantime seems to get bigger and bigger.

“Y/N” a whisper comes from the bushes.

Your eyes are still glued to the color red, and for a flicker of a second, a silhouette starts forming only to vanish right after. Curios.

“Sunrise is coming and we cannot be late” That makes you turn to him.

You’re back at the ceremonial place but it seems darker, the stars are far gone and the moon seems to hide behind clouds

“Y/N” the voice seems familiar, you hear it so close to you but yet so far.

Aden walks closer to you when he sees the same red fog getting closer and circling the ceremonial place.

“Curios” Aden’s voice seems now like a whisper.

He places his hand on your shoulders, the act making you face him. His face is serious, a carbon copy of your mother.

“There are things I’m not allowed to tell. The knowledge we possess is not carved on stone and there are things that escape my mind as soon as I want to say them”

“Will I see you again?”

“You will know the answer to that”

Feeling a pull, you notice the red fog is close just to you, it plays around your hand. Aden sees it as well.

“Curios indeed” and you feel his strong arms once again around you and you take the opportunity to absorb his scent, to feel secure in his strength.

“I feel the pain in your heart. Mother loves you, don’t doubt it”

Sometimes we just need encouragement to fuel the fire inside of us. Until this point, you never thought simple words could do that.

“Ste yuj sistris” he says almost in a whisper, kissing your forehead. “Yu laik ai kru, Oso laik wonkru. Trust us, trust the commander in you, and tell your betrothed I said that to her as well”

Opening your eyes you see him still in front of you but the red fog is pulling you towards it. You see Aden moving his lips but can’t hear what he says.

“Aden?”

Trying to walk to him your way is stopped by the fog.

“ADEN” you yell and feel the tears falling from your eyes, just like that night many years ago. “ADEN”

“Curios indeed. Ai hod yu in heinofi” his silhouette seems like it’s vanishing from your line of vision, combined with a tinted red from the fog around your body, feeling warm and not unwelcome at all.

And as soon as the words leave his mouth, you’re completely covered in the red fog… and all goes dark. … … … … … … … … …

You can hear noises but they are too loud for you to comprehend what’s happening. Your mind feels foggy and you feel tired, the pain in your head has become a migraine. You can feel the pressure on one side.

Feeling hands on your shoulders, slowly but surely the noises around you have started to get clear and you can identify voices, Madi, Octavia and Natasha are yelling and you feel pretty sure if you were to open your eyes, you can bet they’re doing some type of training.

“Y/N, please wake up”

“I told you to stay away from her!”

“Don’t you dare touch her if you want to keep your hand”

“Aden… don’t go” it scales as a whisper from your lips.

For a moment, you stop hearing Madi and Octavia and all you can feel are the hands on your shoulders, they feel warm and strong. You want to open your eyes but they feel heavy.

Hearing some rustling around you and the warmth from the hands is replaced by another pair, cold and callused, they feel foreign.

“Y/N… what did you say” Madi’s voice seems close now.

Getting up seems difficult. Groaning, you open your eyes, making your body sit up first. There’s a warm sensation on your forehead so you might as well open your eyes. Bringing your hand to the sour of pain you feel the thick and slick liquid. Blood indeed.

“Y/N you’re okay?” Her voice is worried and you detect a flinch of fear in it.

You look at her and see that Octavia has her sword out and is pointing it toward Wanda, Natasha in front of her, protecting her and you feel jealous. Why in the name of Gaia happen?

Madi is the one next to you, kneeling to see if you’re okay. Taking away her hand from touching your forehead, you seek impulse with your hands on the floor and stand up. Madi assisting you quickly. You look at her and nod, indicating you’re well enough to stand on your own, but she refuses to let you go.

“I’m okay”

Yet your words don’t seem to calm any of the situation in place and when you try to go and comfort her, Madi stops you. Seeing this, Wanda tries to go to you instead but is stopped by Natasha, who sees Octavia take one step towards her.

“Care to explain to me what’s happening? None of you should be here” trying your best calming voice.

“I could ask the same Heinofi” It’s been a while since you heard Octavia this exhaled and furious.

Nothing of this makes sense. With all the pain in your head, you find another solution and think as hard as you can, to instruct Wanda, if she can hear you and is ok, to tilt her head. Suddenly you feel a pair of eyes on you, effectively meeting her eye, Wanda’s frown is in place but she tilts her head, slightly but the move is there.

“Madi?” As stern as you can you utter the words.

She hesitates for a moment, probably because she never heard you using that tone or because you know your mother will arrive soon, if not sooner with all this apparent commotion.

“I was setting with Octavia the last supplies you’ll need to use at TonDC, when we heard a loud noise coming from here. When we arrived you were crashed in the rocks bleeding from your head and Wanda was standing a few meters away, her hands clasped around her magic”

“Y/N I wasn’t” but Wanda’s interrupted by Natasha’s hand on her hand. Now you’re the one feeling like seeing red.

“Octavia got the sword out and that’s when Natasha arrived”

“Glad I came when I did, two against one didn’t seem fair”

Now that makes sense. If you were blasted by Wanda’s magic that could explain why you kept seeing red fog but, didn’t Aden say Wanda couldn’t enter your mind? Then how you could see the red, characteristic of Wanda’s magic? Was she trying to enter your mind to see if you were okay, or she was unconsciously doing it?

“Octavia, please take away your sword from my betrothed”

“Can’t do Henofi”

“Octavia. I’m not asking”

That makes Octavia turn to look at you if barely, her eyes never leaving the pair of your guests. Madi’s hold on your body is doing nothing to keep you calm.

“Y/N I don’t think you understand”

“Octavia, em pleni!” And is the stern in your voice what makes Octavia fully look at you and Madi to loosen her grip on you.

“You vowed to protect and obey me”

“I vowed to protect the commander” Out of the corner of your eye you see Wanda taking a few steps out of Natasha’s reach, her eyes although guarded have a flicker of fear in them.

“Ai laik Heda, you like it or not,” you say between teeth. Masking your pain and foggy mind.

Funny things happen when the most calm and peaceful people raise their voices and utter strength into them. Madi lets you go but Octavia has difficulty relinquishing her guard and stance. You see the anger behind her eyes and finally, she puts her sword back in her scabbard.

“Yu laik ai kru” You speak these words towards Wanda specifically but mean to extend them towards Natasha and her clan as well.

Madi and Octavia look at you.

“Oso laik wonkru” you speak to them.

Hearing you speak trigedeslang is so foreign, since you barely use it, They’re more used to hearing from other people but not you, it makes them realize what the words you spoke convey.

“You are my people. We are one clan” you say for the sake of Wanda and Natasha and to make your stance very clear.

“War is imminent”

“Sistris”

“No Madi, it is. Aden told me”

“Aden?” Madi looks at you.

You can’t even if you tried, explain everything that happened inside your head (or outside) you’re still not sure where that place was or if you’ll go again.

“What happened was an accident. I startled Wanda. We cannot be divided. Ai laik Heda ”

The air feels heavy, and the implications of what you said, especially to Octavia, linger in the air. They never have seen you like this, Madi has a newfound respect for you if her kneeling in front of you indicates it. Octavia scans you, her scowl present but kneels.

“Jomp em op en you jump ai op”

“You are right daughter” You turn to see your mothers enter. Lexa was clad in her red stash and riding attire. Clarke is wearing a green cloak, you didn’t think she will travel with you.

“Octavia, Madi, rise"

“War is imminent. Aden has spoken to us”

What?

“Come Y/N, your ascension ceremony should take place today at noon”

Clarke looks at you and her eyes carry so much weight and sorrow.

“Mom?”

She just opens her hands, the flame is nested between the metal box you dreaded to see. What you don’t take into consideration is that there are two little boxes, meaning Wanda will get chipped too.

“Y/N, a flame-keeper has not been in our clans for so many years. Times are changing and for us, it changes as well in our traditions”

“Interesting use of words, Lexa. Remind me to learn to be as political and coherent as you” Stark's voice comes out of nowhere and suddenly you see a red suit floating. It’s close to the floor but you might have imagined it, you certainly will be confused after the blast.

“Natasha, be a dear and take the second box. You have been appointed to be the flame keeper, isn’t that exciting?”

So that’s a no on Wanda chipped but wait. Natasha?'

“With due respect Heda, I will use my right to duel and challenge Duchness Romanoff for the place of the flame keeper”

You all turn to see Octavia slicing her hand in a way that allows the hand to bleed minimally. Before anyone can say anything Natasha’s raspy voice accepts it.

“Lexa?” You hear your mom speak.

And then all goes silent, the calmness you felt before is there and you don’t have to look to see that Wanda has taken your hand and has interlaced your fingers… nor do you see the red magic coming from her hands and taking you once again into darkness.

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A heiress in love Pt.5

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff / Female Reader Tags: angst, fluff, Translations: skyprisa = Sky Princess // Hainofi = princess // Strik sis [Strisis] = little sister // Ai hod yu in = I love you // Sestra = sister // Printsessa = princess Chapter synopsis: The night offers some time alone for Y/N and Wanda to talk about things

A/N: So for this chapter I researched different types of rituals and got inspiration from them to make some of my own to fit the story, I really hope I’m not offending anyone with them, since that was never my intention. Also since there aren’t a lot of trigedeslang transistors, everything in italics and underlined would be trigedeslang. Work is not beta’d so all mistakes are mine.

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  Monday Night.    11:14 p.m.

Wanda got closer to the table observing the items you have placed around there. Slowly approaching her, you stand next to her. Taking the cap from the ink bottle you place it on the center, then you start aligning the tea-tile candles around it, in a semicircle form.

“Is this related to your vow?” She asks curiously, trying hard not to touch anything. 

You’re kind of surprised she remembered it, it wasn’t something you have shared openly with her, except the dialogue Madi and you exchanged during the duel… okey so, your mom said you should involve her in your customs right? So you’ll do just that.

“Yeah, sort of, it is. Can you pass me the bowl please?” Wanda’s eyes widen slightly, and that little tilt of her head makes itself present. At least we’re past the frown now.

She tentatively takes it from the place and gives it to you, her fingers brushing yours when you take it. You feel again that electricity, that shiver that has nothing to do with the weather. You notice as well, (now that you know she doesn’t hate you per se), her shy and reserved demeanor. You’ve always been good at multitasking so while you pour the ink on the bowl you take the time to observe her in detail. Wanda has always been beautiful in your eyes, but seeing her this close without her first mask, is just different. 

You notice the green of her eyes, the way they follow your movements, the small frown spotted now but so different from the one she used to have around you, the tilting of her head and how her reddish brown hair frames her face, how she moves it from her face and places it behind her ear, being this close, you see as well the small silver earring adorning her earlobe. You’re kinda jealous of a small piece of jewelry. 

“My mom told me my ascension ceremony would take place in two nights from tonight. Which basically is a crowning ceremony, but different”

Wanda takes the discarded bottle from the table, playing with the cap. Reaching for the box of matches, she pushes it toward you. You smile gently.

“My people, we have different traditions from yours, as far as I could learn, thanks to my studies. Mine are more on the nature and the connection with her rather than just protocols… which precisely makes them more like a binding rather than just a ceremony”

You explain to her as you light the first candle, which was really easy, but the air decided to come out and play which makes it a little difficult to light the rest. Groaning because now you have wasted 4 matches, which you know Octavia will take notice and will taunt you for it, grabbing another little wood piece, and before you can close the box, red wisps light the rest of the candles.

Looking up you see Wanda trying to hide a smirk while looking straight up at you and playing with the red sparks between her fingers.

“Seemed like you need it some help”

And that fucking smirk has you pleading to the Goddess, you might as well just die on the spot, because if that isn’t the sexiest thing you have seen… you can’t and won’t think about what else could top it.

Clearing your throat you manage a weak thanks before grabbing the needles, forming them in a small triangle next to the bowl, next is the incense holder behind the bowl, lighting the incense you pass it seven times around the bowl and needles, before finally placing it on the holder. 

Grabbing the blade from your mother, you cut the sash around your hand, hearing a small gasp leave Wanda’s mouth. You look at her, she looks at you, eyes a little bit guarded again.

“Before you do what I think you’re about to do…” her voice trails off so you nod encouraging her to ask whatever she wants to.

Taking a breath she firmly asks.

“Would I need to bleed in order to marry you? Because that just seems barbaric”

And when you put it like that, well yeah, it seems a little bit extreme.  

“No, for our wedding ceremony no, you won’t. I know this might seem barbaric to you, but it has an explanation, just… I need to do this”

“Of course”

She doesn’t say anything else, just keeps observing the ritual. Inhaling and exhaling you grab your mother’s blade and in a quick movement you open once again your hand, a smaller cut this time and guide it towards the bowl, dripping some black blood drops inside it, taking a new piece of fabric from your pocket, you start wrapping around your hand. You barely flinch when you feel a warm sensation around it and see the red wisps, knowing well Wanda’s magic is curing your wound.

You’re still confused as to why she’s helping you, despite the fact that she said she didn’t hate you, you’re still a stranger to her. You’re more aquatinted to Pietro and even Natasha seemed more friendlier toward you and that’s saying a lot.

Mixing the ink and blood you grab the incense and do the same seven circles this time in the opposite direction. Closing your eyes you whisper the prayer you’ve been practicing in your head for the last few hours.

“Dearest and loved Moon Goddess, I Y/N Woods-Griffin, former priestess of yours. I am, once again surrendering to you, standing humble in your presence, I present to you this small offering of my blood to ask for your blessing and guidance. Please, consider my petition and bless my soul and one of my future bride here as I embark on my road of preparations for my Ascension. That in love I might find my new road. Until I meet my ancestors again”

After saying your small prayer, you take a few seconds before opening your eyes and looking up to the skies. The moon shines above you, her presence calming you immediately. Wanda follows your eyes turning her head to see what are you looking at.

Without turning your eyes from the sky you try to explain one of the things you know would matter more to Wanda.

“Natblidas were created ages ago, way before anyone found a way to eradicate all the radiation from the affected lands. In order to resist the effect of it, this special serum was created by Becca, our first commander”

Wanda keeps looking at the moon so you’re not sure if she’s really paying attention to your explanation, but a quiet question tells you that she is.

“It did work, the downside of it, was not a lot of people resisted it and for those who did, it turned their blood black, hence getting the name of natblidas. I’m not too sure of some details, but finally, a group of natblidas clans came up with a less aggressive cure. That group keep using the serum on their own bloodline until it became a genetic trait”

At this, Wanda’s eyes return to you and her stare is so intense you look down. Trying to find the right words to explain the next part of your tale. 

“My mother” your voice breaks a little and if Wanda noticed, she didn’t say anything. “Umm she did a lot of sacrifices for her people, and went through a lot to become Commander, I know she’s been the best one in our history. One of the things she did was to change as much as possible the ways we choose the next one. Still a lot of old traditions remain”

Wanda takes a look at you, you don’t meet her eyes thou, knowing well they portray a lot of what you’re feeling at the moment, another thing you haven’t mastered like your mother.

“When you ascend as commander, they inject you the serum to strengthen the blood… and they put a small chip on your neck, containing all the necessary knowledge to be a commander and a fair leader to your people… One of the downsides of it… is the voices on your head from the past commanders”

“Voices?” Her eyes are curious, tilting her head to look at you better from her angle. 

“I might ask Raven to explain it in detail to you later but yes, kind of like having a consul inside your head. A super advanced genetic nano thingy they put in your neck”

“Does this have to do anything with why I can’t read…?” She leaves the rest of the words out.

“Yes. Natblidas are trained not just physically but mentally as well. It can be overwhelming. I’m guessing kind of like your abilities, so we’re taught how to keep our thoughts and mind in place, how to strengthen it so we’re not easily persuaded, so we don’t get run over by our own thoughts trying to be heard over the others, so no one invades our minds and thoughts”

“Have you heard them then? The voices?”

“No, not yet… I haven’t ascended as commander yet but in two days I will. All of this should prepare me for it or at least I hope it does.”

She doesn’t say anything and you're wondering, not for the first time if this was too much for her, making her think you’re just a nut case.

“Could you teach me?” She whispers this, her voice barely reaching your eyes

You cast her a glance, noticing not for the first time how she’s looking down, her hair making it impossible for you to search her eyes. You play with the bowl in your hands before leaving it on the table, the needles and ink need to serenade by the moonlight, so the protection spells are stronger. By the position of the stars you guess is already past midnight, your mother would arrive in five hours. 

“I mean-”

“Yes,” a timid whisper leaves your lips interrupting whatever thing she was trying to say while you grab her hand, making her lift her eyes. Wanda then makes eye contact with you… 

… and everything stops. 

Suddenly there’s no noise, any trace of pine scent is gone, and not even the cool breeze of the night is there. Your mind is also very quiet.

Wanda’s eyes are her natural green, but you feel some kind of magic there, surrounding both of you. She looks at you with what you have come to call her intrigued frown and you hear a really quiet and far away whisper asking: “What’s happening?”

“I don’t know,” you say out loud, making Wanda drop your hand and the world come to life. You hear and feel mother nature again, quietly whispering things around.

“You heard that?”

“I… yes? You didn’t speak… did you?”

“No. I just thought it”

You just hum because really? what else can you say when you honestly didn’t know how you could hear her. Maybe there’s really some kind of magic between you two, maybe it was Wanda’s wish to be able to be in your mind that you unconsciously let her in but… 

Before you could continue debating in your mind, a noise at the entrance brings your attention to your surroundings. Taking two steps ahead you put Wanda behind you, protecting her, your left hand going to your sword. She notices the action and looks at you with curiosity, her fingers moving producing small red sparks.

You distinguish footsteps, hardening your touch on the sword you’re ready to bring it out, but a distinctive scent reaches your nostrils first. You look at the sky, it can’t be that late (or early) already but she’s here nonetheless. Relaxing your posture as much as you can, you greet her before she appears.

“Mother”

Wanda’s mask is back in place, you know it just by feeling her posture and energy change, casting a quick glance you see some of the red sparks floating around and slowly disappearing. 

Lexa’s illuminated by the moon and, not for the first time, you get lost in her ethereal looks. She belongs there, her posture, her demeanor, and her steps all scream LEADER. And you, you just want and strive to be a little more like her.

Her eyes are well guarded and stern, her sight on you makes you feel like a small child, waiting in your room until your punishment is lifted. You try to maintain her stare but fail and look to the floor.

“Y/N” she comes closer and as soon as she sees Wanda, does a little vow with her head, just acknowledging her presence.

“Your mom told me you would have company” Her tone doesn’t show any emotion that could give you an idea of how she feels. After all, you haven’t seen her since that incident in the afternoon.

“But I was hoping we could have a small talk before leaving”

“You’re leaving?” is Wanda’s voice behind you which makes you lift your gaze and turn to her.

“We are in fact, well, you too I guess, my mom Clarke she… well, I just didn’t have the chance to reach that point of the ritual yet”

And you think a “please believe me” as loud as you can in your mind hoping she hears you. She doesn’t say anything but gives you a little more privacy, walking back to the table and observing the elements, trying hard not to eavesdrop. 

You stand there, waiting for something, not moving. When was the last time that you jumped happily right into action when your mother asked to speak with you? Probably months before the whole marrying issue, you definitely noticed it was less common after Madi left. 

“Daughter, come” and she sees the hesitance you have, the really small steps you take, and the sadness irradiating from you. You walk towards her not really knowing what to expect, stopping two steps away from her. 

Lexa observes you, despite her face not changing, you can feel her peaceful energy yet you don’t attempt to move, she extends her arms and you unconsciously recoil… and that hurts her.

Suddenly she brings you closer to her, embracing you exactly like when you were young. Her hand caresses your head while you feel the other one in your back, a stronghold and damn if you didn’t miss her touch. You lift your arms and hug her back, inhaling her earthy scent, bringing you back to those summer days before any responsibility or threat of war. 

“I’m not sorry for the way I’ve raised you, but I’m sorry for making you feel less loved, or not enough”

You feel the first tear cross your face and then another, and another, attempting to murmur an “It doesn’t matter” but your mother dismisses it right away. 

“It matters to me daughter.” if you didn’t know any better, you could swear she was crying but your mother hasn’t done that in years.

Taking a few minutes that you feel are mere seconds, she puts her hands in your shoulders, caressing your cheek, contrary to what you did with your mom, you don’t lean into her touch, still sad from everything, but you do close your eyes savoring the moment.

“Y/N” Lexa takes her hands from you and you miss her maternal warmth. She takes a little poach from her coat, taking a moment to look at it, she then proceeds to empty its contents into her hand… and it’s until something shines you see it’s her old headpiece, the one she used all those years ago before marrying your mom. Alongside that, is another small one. 

You make a small gasp when Lexa grabs your hands and deposits both pieces.

“I never thought I would see this piece out of the pouch again. The times of peace are being threatened by old enemies daughter and I trust and know, that you will lead with honor, fierce, and pride. Aden was right when he told me all those years ago, how brave you would turn out to be”

At the mention of your older brother, you can’t help but to reminisce his memory (he always said you were his favorite despite the circumstances). You were still a toddler when he was cowardly murdered in the middle of the night. Deep inside, you know your mother has never recovered from that incident.

“Mother” You look at her again, in a new light.

“I…” your mother stops talking and you wonder, hoping, waiting, but she doesn’t say a word. She just squeezes your hand and takes a turn to leave. “I’ll see you in some hours”

You see her walking away, turning to Wanda to just indicate she’s leaving. And you stand there, watching the path your mother left in the grass, holding the poach, feeling the tears run down your face. 

Quietly Wanda approaches you, you feel her presence near you.

“Your mother’s soul… carries much sadness, guilt, and anguish”

You don’t look at her, just hum in acknowledgment, Wanda has seen a lot of your emotions displayed in questions of hours and you don’t know how good could that be for someone who’s supposed to lead 15 clans plus Wanda’s people. Maybe your mother was right, love is her weakness, but now you know is also her fuel.

Enjoying the calmness and coldness of the night, you try to steady your heart, concentrating on breathing, closing your eyes to feel the breeze around your skin, but is not cold as you expected it. Opening one eye you see the familiar red sparks floating around you.

“She’s worried about the situation and what she asked of you. She cares a lot if you’re wondering”

“Wanda” the rest of your words dying on your lips when you see her. She has her eyes closed as well, and she looks so ethereal and magnificent and for the first time since your marriage was announced to you, you feel at peace.

“I might not be able to read your mind, but your soul speaks as clearly as your mother does”

She opens her eyes, and the red you have become to associate with her green, so unique and magical, keeps giving you calm. Tentatively and quietly she gets closer to you and places her hand above your hand and as soon as she touches it, the world once again goes silently. You’re pretty sure this is not the first time you are touching hands and looking into her eyes at the same time, after all, she was the one to catch you before you passed out in the afternoon but then, why this night this is happening?

“I wondered the same thing and no, I still can’t read your mind, I kinda had to distract myself to not ears drop and noticed… you’re not wearing gloves this time”

You cast your sight to your hands noticing she’s right, she’s been holding your left hand all this time. 

“How do you know? About my mother” you timidly ask, your voice barely above a whisper. Despite her telling you about hearing her soul, you kind of want to know more.

“I recognized her aura”

“But how?”

You don’t want to push it, and you certainly don’t want her to close herself again, but you had a little taste before and you so desperately want to know more. She takes a deep breath and takes her hand from you, making the world come alive and missing her warmth already.

“Natasha showed me” and you don’t like the pang of jealousy you feel in your stomach about the way she said her name, so intimate, so you school your expressions and eyes.

“Because I carry them as well. Damaged and marked people by death, our souls sing a different and unique tune”

She turns her back towards you and not for the first time, you want to run and hug her and take all those feelings away from her, but you don’t move, you can’t move.

“You’re not damaged”

The moon illuminates her profile when her face turns slowly, but she’s not looking at you, her sight is focused on the pebbles around your feet.

“You don’t know me”

“You’re right, but you said something about my mother, about Natasha and you, about marked people. And you might be right, your souls may sing differently than most, but I don’t think it makes them damaged, I don’t think you are Wanda”

She turns her face again, the night sounds giving you some kind of quiet serenade. 

“I’ve done terrible things. You know why they call me the Scarlet Witch?”

“No” and finally you take a few steps toward her, still respecting her personal space.

“You should fear me”

“But I don’t”

“But you don’t” She finally turns towards you. The red around her eyes slowly turns into her usual green.

She observes you with that frown you have to come to associate with you when she doesn’t understand you. Taking another leap of faith, you close the distance and grab her hand, carefully using your bare one.

“You said you did terrible things, and so did I. You saw me doing a blessing ritual with ink and needles, they have a purpose. Tomorrow morning I would be getting my tattoos with them, one of them would mean the number of people I’ve killed… so based on your logic, I should be damaged as well and you should be afraid of me”

Wanda looks at you, frowning.

The silence gets thick… 

Until she’s out loud laughing and is the most beautiful sound you have heard you smile and laugh as well, not knowing why but is definitely better than just silence.

“Please tell me that’s not your big heroine defeating the villain speech because honestly…that’s ridiculous” She keeps laughing and you can’t help but to feel more enamored with this girl.

“No, it's not” and you keep laughing as well because it all seems ridiculous now. Trying to breathe you regain control of your body, sighing you take Wanda’s hand again and honestly this touching thing keeps getting easier, but you use the covered one this time. She stops laughing but keeps smiling at you, motivating you to continue talking.

“I maintain my point. I don’t think you’re damaged Wanda”

She looks at you and her smile gets a little sadder but it doesn’t disappear, she squeezes your hand and lets it go before she walks towards the table, observing once again all the things placed there.

“I have always felt curios about the design behind the tattoos, their meaning, and all. You said you’ll get one representing the persons you have killed. Why?”

“This is more on the spiritual and personal meaning. Both my mothers have them, they represent something else for them that is not my place to tell. There’s a saying among the Amazonias, about how you should not kill if you can avoid it, to me…. This tattoo would mean just that, that it was my last choice killing someone, a reminder that it was my life or theirs, ‘because certainly, they would have killed me without a question”.

She doesn't say a word but keeps observing the needles gathered in the table. You are learning to give her some kind of space and time with every piece of information you share about your culture and you keep playing the observer game, paying attention and memorizing every facial expression and gesture she does.

“Would your mother be the one to do them?”

“Yes”

She turns towards you, her eyes searching your face for something you can’t quite place and then she asks you.

“Could… could I get one too?”

And is the way she asks, timid but also you detect something else, remorse maybe? You’re certainly right there and then that you couldn’t ever deny anything to her.

“I… yeah, yeah of course, umm we will need to do a different ceremony thou”

“Maybe after our marriage one”

Our marriage, two words are spoken and they sent you into a frenetic ecstasy. Damn you if you say you weren’t excited now with this proposal.

“Yeah, after would be good if you wish”

You smile at her and are glad to see she’s smiling again, only to be interrupted by a yawn. You get immediately under the table, looking for something you know well your mom should have put there. Under some plants, there's a box with a blanket and some smaller ones to use as a pillow. You take them out and proceed to make a bed or as much of a bed as you can.

“Here, lay down, you should rest”

You see her hesitating so you quickly add.

“It’s just for you. I can’t sleep tonight, part of the ritual” hoping this makes it easier for her “l know is not ideal but I can’t escort you back to your room, I also need to stay here and-“

She lays down, stopping you from babbling and embarrassing yourself furthermore.

“This is fine” She turns her back towards you and hears her sighing, you don’t know what to do, so you stay there, observing her, watching her peaceful silhouette. A few minutes pass and you haven't moved an inch, you think she’s already asleep.

“Can you sit closer and keep me company?”

“Of course, m’lady”

Hearing her chuckle you go and sit closer to her, her back still towards you. Your face now looking at the moon. A few more minutes pass and you hear her breathing has evened, confirming that she finally fall asleep, whispering good night Wanda, you sit more comfortably, laying your back on the rock that makes one of the foot’s table, closing your eyes and praying to the goddess, not for the first time that war does not broke.

Unknown to you, a little intermittent red light from a tiny drone above you, flies off into the night.

[writing-in-lesbian]

Update on “A heiress in love”

Hey guys, just wanted to send a quick update on the story. I have been working on it, don’t worry, it’s just the past 2 months have been tough, my grandma died and my grandpa was in the hospital so it was a little bit complicated for me to have the time to write… but things are better now so, I’ll be updating soon!!! :)

Plus there are a couple of WIP I still need to finish and publish, including a few requests I got! So, hopefully (fingers crossed) I’ll finish them soon as well!!

Thank you guys for sticking around 💕

[writing-in-lesbian]

Hey :) Sorry to be a pain but I have a lil favour to ask 😅 I’m on the taglist for AHIL as Mrsromanoffswife only I’ve changed my user. Would you be able to change my user on the taglist please. I love the series so far. Hope your having a good day :)

Hey, thank you so much! It’s been a busy but productive day. How yours is going good as well! :)

And yes totally. I’ll update the user name then :) hopefully I’ll be done soon with the new chapters!! ☺️