#ScarletVision fic

[this-is-chaos-magick]

Is it just me...or is the Wanda Maximoff/The Vision tag on AO3 kinda dry?....like I needed more post WV/dsmom scarvizh fanfics

[jorviousdoesstuff]

Fairytale AU where Vision is the Prince/Knight in shining armor and he's tasked to save the princess that's been kidnapped from the cradle by an evil witch. But the thing is, there’s no princess in sight, and the witch looks awfully young for the centuries-old that he’d heard in the stories. 

[sokovianfortune]

also this is the first time in two years that i haven’t had a full valentine’s day fic to post so here is a small snippet of my current wip to make up for it (hopefully)

“Vis,” she insists, turning his gaze upwards to meet hers. He is her Vision, her husband – and somehow, against the will of fate itself, he has found her just in time to pull her back from the darkness even as it had threatened to swallow her whole once again. 

Slowly, he reaches up to take hold of her wrist, his touch feather-light, as if her bones might snap beneath his fingers if he isn’t careful.

“Wanda,” he finally exhales – and it’s his voice, gentle and clear, no longer inhibited by SWORD’s programming. In that moment and despite all that has come to pass, Wanda has never been more certain that she’d tear the multiverse asunder all over again, just to hear her name on his lips. Tears burn white-hot behind her eyes, blurring his features as she traces the outline of his cheek with her thumb, re-memorizing the familiar brush of his alloyed skin against her own. 

His lips part again, and for one long, heart-wrenching moment, Wanda watches an all-too familiar struggle play out across his features. Even without her magic at play, she knows that he’s reaching for words that aren’t there, whether through SWORD’s design or his own. She’d always thought it endearing, in the past, that even with a boundless wealth of knowledge at his disposal, her presence still managed to tie Vision’s tongue into such a knot.

It still does; but now, her heart aches in tandem with the knowledge of what separates them from the people who once stood in the streets of Glasgow, on the precipice of a life that should have been theirs from the start.

The smile that cracks its way across her features is hardly a well-practiced expression and, consequently, Wanda does not expect it to be a particularly pretty thing. But, in the end, it is there — and even that alone is a tiny victory in and of itself. Leaning forward, she presses her forehead against the cerulean gem that now sits in place of the Mind Stone, basking in the soft thrum of her own magic singing back to her from within.

And, really, what else is there for her to say?

“… Hello.”

A soft, shuddering sound emanates from Vision’s throat, and it takes Wanda a moment to recognize it as a chuckle. With the gentle disbelief of a man who has somehow managed to catch a wisp of sunlight in his hand, he reaches up to tangle his fingers in her hair. 

“Hello,” he murmurs back to her — more agreement than greeting.

[kayedium-writes]

MCU Masterlist: (Updated 10/13/24)

Below, you'll find links to all of my MCU-related fanfics currently on AO3, rated, with summaries included, sorted by ship.

Will be updated as regularly as possible. Any nsfw content that may be listed below is for my adult readers only, from an adult writer!

Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff

One Shots:

Could Be Different. Rated G. Canon Divergent - Post Avengers.

Natasha had just been innocently watching Steve through the window when Clint had to waltz in with some theory about feelings that definitely did not exist between her and Steve. And now she couldn't get his words out of her mind.

Wanda Maximoff x Vision

One Shots:

Find Me in Terminal B. Rated T. Modern AU.

There were about a million things going wrong in Wanda's day, and to add to the list: a chatty stranger asked for the seat beside her in the airport. A chatty stranger she suddenly doesn't want to leave when he realizes he's sitting in the wrong gate.

Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter

One Shots:

Just a Dream. Rated G. Canon Divergent AU.

Peggy's sleep is disturbed by a nightmare. One that involved a very different ending for her and Steve.

Radio. Rated G. Canon Compliant.

One thing there was always time for doing: dancing.

Promises. Rated G. Canon Compliant.

All Steve wanted was one more minute.

Peggy Carter x Natasha Romanoff

Current WIPs:

Brief Moments in Time. Rated T. Canon Divergent AU.

Stolen domestic moments between Peggy and Natasha when the problems of the world allow them to happen as Peggy continues adjusting to life in the 21st century.

One Shots:

A Fragile Thing. Rated T. Canon Divergent AU.

Natasha wants to say it, it's on the tip of her tongue, but she can't bring herself to tell Peggy how she feels yet. She can, however, tell her a few stories about the scars that decorate her body.

Truth and Lies. Rated G. Canon Compliant.

It wasn't discomfort with their cover story that had Peggy most concerned. No, it was quite the opposite.

Persistent Insistence. Rated T. Canon Divergent AU.

Despite Natasha's best efforts to hide out at home alone after a mission gone wrong, a series of knocks at her door and one super soldier interrupt those plans. Not that she minds.

Bruce Banner x Jane Foster

One Shots:

Buttercream Betrayal. Rated T. Canon Divergent AU - Pre-Thor.

Jane was dead set on not celebrating her birthday, which was precisely why Bruce was buying her a cake anyway.

Among the Wildflowers. Rated G. Canon Divergent AU - Jane Lives.

Bruce and Jane have a moment to bask in the sunset in a field of flowers.

It’s All in the Avocados. Rated G. Canon Compliant(ish?)

Making homemade ice cream as a gesture sounded like a great idea in his head. But looking at the green mess in the blender, Bruce wasn't so sure Jane would ever speak to him again.

Jane Foster x Valkyrie

One Shots:

Perfection. Rated G. Canon Compliant.

All Jane wanted was to hit all of her targets...

[woulddieforloki]

i will never get over how good episode eight of wandavision was

[kitausuret]

10 for ScarletVision or 14 for HarryFlash pls :)

You love to indulge me, Brieuc. 💖

So, this actually turned out a lot longer than I originally anticipated, because I got carried away, but actually it's your fault because you know I've had HarryFlash brainrot for the past few months. However, this is also the first fic I've managed to bang out in almost three months, so I thank you for the prompt from this post that i reblogged way back in... January.

Title: Learn to Let it Show Words: 2078 Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Harry Osborn/Flash Thompson Fandom: Spider-Man (comicsverse), Venom (comics), Marvel 616 Flash doesn't want to take his sweater off.

Read on Archive of Our Own, or below the cut!

14. “You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

As far as first dates had gone (well, the first date they were calling a date), all had gone well. Flash had seemed his normal, charismatic self, if not a little awkward, but it was kind of endearing, and if Harry was being honest, made him less nervous. They were just trying this, after all. Just seeing where things went. Catching up, after too long apart, and seeing if there was any room for more in the midst of their busy lives. 

Flash did seem a little different now, though. Not in a bad way. Something had changed in him after his months overseas (which he was oddly dismissive of, but Harry wasn’t going to bug him about his work with the VA any more than Flash would bother him about Parker Industries), almost like he was more at ease with himself. Like he’d been carrying this big weight, but now it was lifted off his shoulders and he could finally breathe again. Harry knew a little something about that. 

He almost wanted to ask, but that could happen another time. After all, they were already planning to catch—

“—the Yankees game next Saturday, right?” 

"I've already texted Donna to make sure the day's open." Harry followed Flash into the apartment and put his jacket on a coat tree. “The kids like that you’re coming around more often, too. I think Normie enjoys your company. It’s…” He paused, trying to think of the right words. “Nice, having you around again. You were gone for a long time.” 

Flash scratched the back of his neck and lowered his eyes to the floor. “Yeah, I was. Sometimes you take opportunities life throws at you and then realize where you really belong is back home.” When he looked back up at Harry, though, he smiled. “I’m glad we’re giving this a shot, though, Har. I mean it.” Flash wheeled himself into the kitchen and called over his shoulder, "Do you have a minute before you have to go? I could make you… uh… coffee?"

"Flash, it's after eight."

"And?"

Harry laughed and shook his head. "You always were a night owl. I'll take some water, though; thanks. Besides, I already managed to tip a drink over on you at the restaurant; I'd hate to ruin your sweater any further." He took a seat at the breakfast bar and pulled out his phone. There had to be a decent cleaner nearby. "Speaking of which… give me your sweater. I can get it dry cleaned and just have their delivery service bring it back to you."

Flash fumbled a glass but managed to catch it in the nick of time. "Uh, what? Harry, it's—" He turned around and pulled the fabric of his sweater away from his torso a little. "It's fine, see? You can't even see anything. I'll just throw it in the wash with the rest of my laundry—"

"With your t-shirts? Flash, come on, it's a nice sweater. I feel bad, just let me do this."

"Harry, no. You even picked up the tab. It's okay, I promise."

"It's not a big deal, just give me the sweater."

Flash fiddled with one of the push handles on his chair. "I— I can't Harry, I've got this… Look, I don't want to take my sweater off right now."

"Oh?" He crossed his arms. "Yeah, and when we were roommates, you would wander around shirtless all the time. Sweater, off."

"We're not in our twenties anymore! We've, you know, changed and grown and… and…"

"Flash, why are you being so weird about this?" Harry's gut twisted a little. "Unless you, I don't know, just don't want to take it off in front of me."

"What?" Flash's eyes widened. "No, no, Harry, it's not that.” He busied himself with retrieving a pitcher from the fridge. “I’m just pretty attached to this sweater. I took it with me when I was out of town. I try to take good care of it.”

“All the more reason for me to get it cleaned properly for you.”

“It doesn’t need to be cleaned. It’s a special fabric.”

“Flash.”

“Harry.”

Flash grinned up at him and held out the water. Charming as hell. Disarming. It was crazy how much trouble he’d had getting dates when they were younger. 

Harry would have gone out with him in a heartbeat. And now, over ten years after they first met, he was.

So what was the problem?

Harry took the glass but let his long fingers linger over Flash’s for a moment. “This really isn’t like you, Flash. You’re going to make a man think he’s doing something wrong.”

“Come on, you know it’s not that. My life has just gotten a little complicated lately, that’s all.” 

“Are we still talking about the sweater?”

“Sort of?”

“Just take it off!”

“It’s not that easy—”

In a desperate bid to assert himself, he pushed his chin up and said, firmly but not unkindly, “You heard me, Flash. Take. It. Off.”

Flash stared at him for a long second with wide eyes. Harry’s façade cracked a little. 

“U-unless you don’t…”

“Did…” Flash stifled laughter behind his hand. “Did you just use your stern dad voice on me?” 

“Did it work?”

He rubbed his face. “I’m sorry, Har. I can’t take this off.”

“What’s so complicated about a sweater?! Do you have a rash? An embarrassing tattoo? Flash, whatever it is, I promise you, I can handle it. You and I have not been through—” He gestured vaguely in the air. “—everything we’ve been through for you to sit there and tell me that whatever is going on is too weird for me to handle. My father’s a supervillain. Spider-Man shows up at my work every day.” Harry sighed and leaned down to put his hands on Flash’s shoulders. He smiled as encouragingly as he could. “Just tell me. Okay? I’m not… a tough guy, like you, but you don’t need to protect me.”

Flash frowned. “No, you’re right. And I trust you. I just…” He reached up and touched Harry’s face, a bit tentative. “I don’t wanna keep secrets from you. But this is a lot.”

His stomach turned again. “A sweater is a lot?”

“You better sit down for this.”

“Wha… why?”

“Harry, it’s easier if I just show you.”

He swore the fabric of Flash’s sweater moved under his hands as he pulled away.

Okay. 

That happened.

Harry took a moment to close his eyes and take a few breaths. Whatever this was, it was fine, right? Flash was probably just involved in some… weird… military thing. Probably working with Stark Industries or something. Or test-driving a new type of secret fabric. Or maybe he really did have an embarrassing tattoo. But this was fine. 

He opened his eyes. 

You’re not going to panic. You know Flash. 

He went to the living room.

Flash was there for you when you first got out of inpatient care. He helped you muddle through those first few months. He was there when you first got together with Liz. 

He sat down on the couch.

He knows what it’s like to struggle. What it’s like to have your life turned upside down. Next to Pete and Liz, there isn’t hardly anyone you trust more than Flash Thompson.

Harry folded his hands in his lap and waited for Flash to join him. Flash was still in the kitchen, staring into space with his hands on his wheels. Finally, he pushed himself in and stopped right in front of Harry.

“A little while after you left for Seattle, I got pulled into something by the Army. I… I should’ve said no, I should’ve left that part of my life behind, but when you feel like it’s the only thing that’s ever been consistent in your life, it’s hard to do that.

“But even when the project was disbanded after a couple months, what I got out of it still changed my life.” His lips quirked into a smile. “I’m still me, Harry, but I’m also…”

Flash lifted his arm. His sweater literally quivered. Harry forced calm. He’d witnessed weirder things, right? He’d done weirder. (Maybe.) 

“It’s okay, pal. We can trust him.”

And then, Flash’s sweater dissolved into a mess of tendrils. Harry backed up into the couch cushions and clapped a hand over his mouth, but Flash leaned forward to take the other in both of his. Still, even as Flash’s warm and calloused hands sought to ground him, Harry couldn’t peel his gaze away from the large figure forming in the middle of the living room. 

It solidified into solid, deep black shapes, cut with white that formed a kind of spider on its chest. It had teeth and claws sharp enough to rend flesh, and bright white spots that looked like eyes. He already knew.

“Harry, this is my partner, V—”

“Venom,” Harry finished. “You’re— what? You’re Venom?” He wasn’t sure how to address this situation. “But— your sweater—?” Was now standing well over six feet tall and almost as broad and gazing placidly down at him. 

“We’ll explain everything to you, Harry. But, yeah, earlier this evening, you spilled your drink on… on the symbiote. On Venom.” 

A long pause filled the air. Then, “I’m so sorry I was going to dry-clean you.”

The being regarded him blankly at first — it didn’t have much in the way of emotive features. Flash had moved a hand to his (symbiote’s? alien’s?) partner’s massive arm while still keeping a hold on Harry. Tendrils linked the pair for a moment before Flash visibly relaxed. Then, the symbiote emitted a low, rumbling sound. Its eyespots curved slightly.

Was it… laughing?

Was he getting laughed at by Venom?

“You could not have known, Harold Lyman.” It knelt before him, its voice deep and gravelly, and Harry had to force himself to keep breathing. “We have met once before already.”

Harry stared. Okay, it could speak on its own. That hadn't been in his dad's briefing years ago. "You weren't with Flash."

"I was not," it affirmed, tilting its head in a way that reminded Harry of a very large cat. 

“But he is now,” Flash said. With no more than a look and a touch of Flash’s fingertips, the symbiote pulled away from Harry, dissolving into dozens of liquid arcs. This time, it looped around its host before disappearing beneath his skin. Harry didn’t miss the way Flash’s eyes closed, a languid, pleasant smile on his lips as it settled within. 

Terrifying, but mesmerizing. 

Flash lifted his shoulders like he hadn’t just revealed that his body was home to a space alien. “Are you, um, okay?”

“It’s…” A good question. “A lot.”

“Yeah, there’s not really a good way to tell someone that you’re a… package deal.”

They sat there in silence, Flash staring at his lap and Harry up at the ceiling. So, one of his oldest friends was Venom. That complicated things. But… his ex-brother-in-law was Molten Man. His father had been the Green Goblin. Hell, Harry himself had been the Goblin, more than once. And Flash seemed okay, didn’t he? Just the same old guy, a little worn down by the years, but weren’t they all? Hadn’t they all changed? Weren’t they all just trying to figure out this crazy thing called life?

What did they all have to try and get through it, but each other?

Flash cleared his throat before Harry could try to think of something more to say. “Well, I don’t wanna keep you away from the kiddos too much longer, so you better…”

“I can stay a little longer.” Harry leaned forward to take Flash’s hand. “Just let me text the sitter—”

Flash reached his other arm out towards the kitchen. A black webline shot out and snagged Harry’s phone, and snapped it back into Flash’s hand. He shrugged. “Kinda handy.” 

“You don’t say.” 

A quick text about needing another hour later, Harry patted the seat next to him on the couch. Once Flash had transferred himself to Harry’s side, Harry turned and propped his chin up in his hand. 

“So, aside from making sweaters and getting the remote… what else is Venom all about?”

Flash grinned the widest he had all evening. 

This certainly had shaped up to be the most interesting date Harry had had in a long time. 

He found himself looking forward to the next one.

[williamaltman]

Just remembered the movie Life Like... It's honestly kind of a frustrating experience for me cause it could have given us polyamory/OT3 but didn't. Well, not really at least. Some might consider it lowkey poly or poly adjacent. But it could have gone at least a little further.

Sure I only watched it cause it had Drew Van Acker hooking up with a guy, but still. It had some interesting themes about AI/robots/androids and love, similar to Chobits and some of Vision’s stories...

The way each of them interacted with the robot was interesting. The husband kinda just saw him as an object but that also sort of opened up the door to using him sexually, and then after he seems to realize he kinda cares? And the robot and the wife were just cute with a similar feel to ScarletVision. The couple has a bunch of issues but are trying to stick together and then there's this third person getting between them, which now reminds me of Akidrey and Makidrey.

And then, spoiler alert, it ends with a rather weird and kinda stupid plot twist where the robot was actually a human that was groomed/"brainwashed" to think he's a robot and Jarvis from Agent Carter has a whole business doing that????

And then the fake android sort of sacrifices himself for the couple who "owned" him and they... Name their child after him. That (a flashforward with the kid) is the actual final scene and is honestly so cheesy and cringy and... Meh? I mean, that's nice I guess but... Besides not getting what I wanted it's just also kinda weird in that it feels like it doesn't really have anything to say in what were supposed to be the main themes (the robot/android/AI vs humans and love between them stuff, since he's actually just a human)...

For a while now I've thought about writing a fic about it, where they would end up as a throuple and maybe even being a novelization of the movie but I really doubt I will cause I'm not actually that passionate about it and literally no one would read it lol.

[brw]

17 and 18 for the choose violence asks? <3

17) there should be more of this type of fic/art

more wonderbeast art and fic obviously, they're my best boys! constantly on the lookout for 616 scarletvision artwork, manifesting more art where wanda is visibly nonwhite after she and vision inevitably get back together in the upcoming avengers ongoing title. also genderweird / nonbinary vision art in general! don't want this to run on too long but also there should be more sappic sue art with jennifer or medusa or crystal, as a treat. and 616 benreed. and wanda/mantis. and-

18) it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

WONDERBEAST!! IT'S SO HARD BEING THEIR NO.1 FAN BUT I'M DOING MY BEST!!! THEYRE LITERALLY THE FIRST MLM KISS IN MARVEL COMICS IT CAN'T JUST BE ME AND THE RANDOMS IVE GASLIT INTO ENJOYING TOO. PLEASE--

choose violence asks

[olivermajor226]

Helllooooo

Whoa. Been a hot minute. *Checks.* Ok almost two years. Eep. 

Updates? Updates.

Write 1.5 million words of Scarletvision fic. Check.

Still writing it. Check.

Find the best, gayest, most awesome partner ever and convince him to move to Nebraska? Check. 

Come out as Trans? Check. 

Hi Tumblr! Nice to see you! Timid updates happening soon, and I’ll update my fic page with all my stories. Love you all. 

[ao3feed-scarletvision]

(In)Complete (Revised)

by englishmajor226

Imagine a universe where, at the end of WandaVision, Wanda finds a way to keep Hex!Vision and the boys. They flee Westview, Wanda must face the consequences of her actions, and the world now knows about them all. White/Spectral/OG Vision is still out there, and eventually finds the family. What does *that* look like?

I hoped to guess. Inspired by other ScarletVision Squared stories, I originally took on this project to write some steamy smut. I did that in Complete, deciding not to write the origin points of these characters nor their relationship, but picking a point in the distant future.

Now, I hope to go back and write their origin.

This story opens up in the future once again, but this is a journey into the past. Mostly from Hex!Vision's perspective, it's a tribute to this character. It's about fatherhood, relationships, loving ourselves and loving each other. It's about identity, memory and discovering the thing we've been missing may have been inside us all along.

Note: This version of the story has been re-worked to be more reader and newbie friendly. That's why it's getting reposted. A chapter every two days until it's finished, author guaranteed.

Words: 2423, Chapters: 1/25, Language: English

Fandoms: WandaVision (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Vision (Marvel), Hex!Vision, White!Vision

Relationships: Wanda Maximoff/Vision, white!vision/wanda maximoff/hex!vision, Billy Maximoff/Teddy Altman

Additional Tags: Polyamory, exploring the point/identity/role of hex!Vision, when hex vision and white vision exist at the same time we call it scarlet vision squared, what was a smut fic now is something...uh...else, giving smut fic characters the decency of character arcs

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[this-is-chaos-magick]

Just wanna share my favorite scarletvision fanfic :b i've been rereading it over and over :b

[ashyblondwaves]

Oooh! Number 10 for the Maximoff Family. I headcanon wanda as suffering from nightmares often so one of the boys coming to wake up her and Vizh because they had a scary dream is 🥺🥺🥺

You got it! Also posted to AO3 if that's more your thang.

Outnumber Chapter 16: Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep

The scream was blood curdling. The kind of scream no parent ever wants to hear from their child. 

“Billy!” Wanda blurted out, her eyes still closed. 

She and Vision sprung from their bed, a bleary eyed Wanda searching for her clothing on the floor as Vision easily phased into a pair of pajama pants. 

“Probably quicker,” he shrugged, speed walking out of the room. 

Wanda mimicked Vision’s actions, phasing into her pajamas rather than trying to pick them up off the floor. She padded out of the room, catching up to Vision as he burst through the twins’ bedroom door and went straight to Billy. 

Wanda made a bee-line for Tommy, the small boy lay in bed with the covers pulled up to his chin, clearly scared by his twins’ screams. 

“There’s…. There’s something in the walls,” Billy stammered, grabbing onto Vision with an iron grasp. 

“Is he ok?” Tommy whispered, his eyes darting from Billy to Wanda. 

“It was just a dream, son,” Vision said, loud enough for Tommy to hear, too. “I promise you, there’s nothing in the walls.” 

“But I heard it, daddy! I heard it,” Billy argued, tightening his grip around Vision’s body and whispering one last time, ”I heard it.”

“Dreams can be very vivid and feel very real,” Vision explained. “Let’s listen now.”

Wanda pressed a kiss to Tommy’s head and repeated the same with Billy. 

“Listen with daddy, boys. I’m going to check on Florence,” she said, slipping out of the room. 

As quietly as she could, Wanda opened the door to Florence’s room. The toddler was quiet and Wanda expected her to be asleep but there she stood in her crib, tears glistening in her eyes, her bottom lip jutted out. 

Once Florence saw Wanda her tears fell in earnest, a small wail escaping her lips. 

“Oh, Baby Bug!” Wanda cooed, plucking the little girl from her crib and holding her tightly. “I’ve got you.”

Twenty minutes later, all three children were settled down and back in bed. 

Or so they thought. 

It was quiet in Wanda and Vision’s room. Neither of them were asleep when they heard the slow creaking of the bedroom door and little feet pitter patter across the carpet. 

There stood Billy, holding tightly to his favorite blanket as he stared at Wanda. 

“There’s something in the walls,” he insisted. 

“Buddy,” Wanda said, exasperated. “Come here.” 

Billy crawled into Wanda and Vision’s bed, settled in between the couple and nestled himself under the comforter. 

The room grew quiet once more, the three of them just settling into a restful sleep when the door creaked again and this time, Tommy came plodding into the room. 

“Where’s Billy?” he asked, his voice thick with sleep. 

Wanda knew he’d be following. The twins never slept apart. She patted the mattress, moving her legs to let Tommy crawl into the bed, too. 

Vision moved the covers over to let his son slip under them, bringing them back up over him after he was comfortable. 

It was mere minutes before the silence was interrupted again. This time it was Vision speaking that broke through the quiet. 

“Florence is all alone,” he said sadly. 

Wanda sighed. 

“Go get her,” she said through a smile. 

Vision left the room quickly, returning with a smiling Florence in his arms. 

“Our little missing piece,” Vision said, slipping into bed. 

There was no room for Florence to lay down in the bed, so instead she laid on Vision’s chest. She fell asleep quickly, content and with a hint of a smile on her face. 

The boys followed soon after, their breathing becoming slow and even and finally, Wanda and Vision were able to relax. 

The family of four slept contently together, no room in the bed for anything else as twin boys flailed and tossed themselves around during sleep and one little girl lay happily on her dad’s chest, out like a light. 

And the best part? No nightmares. 

[thespectralvision]

Chapters: 21/28 Fandom: WandaVision (TV), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Wanda Maximoff/Vision Characters: Vision (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Darcy Lewis, Monica Rambeau, Jimmy Woo, Pepper Potts, Wong (Marvel), Agatha Harkness Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Slow Build, Eventual Happy Ending, Angst, Heavy Angst, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Character Study, Depression, Past Character Death, Sex, Rough Sex, Eventual Smut, Fighting, Canon Compliant, White Vision, Canon-Typical Violence, Mutual Pining, Demisexual Vision, Post-Episode: s01e09 The Series Finale (WandaVision) Series: Part 2 of Paprika Series Summary:

Overwhelmed with data, the White Vision leaves the Westview Anomaly to process everything. He encounters some friendly faces, but while they work to assist him with adjusting to his new life he can't help but feel there is still something missing. The Vision theorizes that the missing piece to everything is Wanda Maximoff...but he has no idea where she has gone.

Meanwhile, Wanda flees town, haunted by what she did and the voice of her dead husband and just wanting to find solitude and information about who and what she is. She seeks answers, believing that maybe if she can harness the powers she has unleashed she might be able to fix what happened and get her family back.

When they are finally reunited months later it becomes apparent that neither of their theories about who and what they are were entirely correct. Is he the same Vision who died in Wakanda, or something new? And how does Wanda fit into his new lease on life?

This story is an in-depth exploration into what Vision's return to the world and his struggles to accept who he is might look like going forward in the MCU, heavily inspired by the 616 comic canon and meta discussions about these characters and their relationship.

----

Wanda has a conversation with Clint about how she is doing, and then meets Vision in town, only for a rain storm to change their plans for the afternoon.

Posting a few days late but I wanted to get it out so we can keep this story moving!

[sokovianfortune]

wanda, in the wake of the darkhold's final retribution.

[thatoneaspie]

“I’ll Never Let You Go”

A WandaVision AU

By thatoneaspie

| Synopsis: Vision comes home after a nighttime stroll to find his pregnant wife in a scary situation. The only difference to the canon of WandaVision is that Wanda’s pregnancy is not sped up and they know they’re having twin boys. Set in the 70s episode, but “footage” was not aired as a part of the “show”; both are not wearing 70s attire. TW: pregnancy, PTSD (implied), death (implied). |

For @visionismydaddy & @spidey-adhd who wanted more pregnant Wanda fics :,-)

“Wanda?”

Vision never slept. Not because he didn’t want to. He didn’t need to. However, Wanda preferred that he laid in bed with her at night, and he wasn’t going to argue with his pregnant wife.

Once she fell asleep, he sometimes went for a stroll around the quiet neighborhood to collect his thoughts. Things in Westview, NJ didn’t always make sense to Vision. The walks became more and more frequent with twin boys on the way. With the abnormalities of his home town strewn from his mind given the impending role of being a father, he found it most pleasurable to read books on pregnancy while walking in the refreshing night air.

Usually, when he came back home and went back to their shared room, Wanda was sprawled out on the bed and in a deep sleep. She loved to sleep on her stomach, and the new tenants were making that impossible these days, much to her dismay.

This time, when Vision walked up to the closed oak door, he heard hastened breathing on the other side instead of the usual light snoring with the rise and fall of her chest.

He opened the door, and saw an unusual scene in front of him.

Wanda, in her grey night shirt, scarlet shorts and bedhead bun, was sitting straight up in bed on the furthermost side, gripping the sheets with white knuckles. Head down, her eyes were shut and she was hyperventilating.

Vision quickly glided to her side, and put his hand on hers while sitting down next to her. “Wanda? My love, are you alright?” He whispered. She didn’t seem to hear him at all.

For a moment, he feared that she was having contractions. It was awfully early, she was only 6 months along...

But then, he saw her face up close, and realized what was going on.

Another nightmare.

They had been coming more frequently now as she progressed. The doctor said it was normal in someone who had gone through all that she had, but Vision had never seen her get as bad as this.

Her face was streaked with tears, and they flowed freely and silently. Her mouth was open in a half- scream, in a continued effort to catch her breath. Vision made a mental note of her red nose and swollen under eyes, that only made an appearance after she had been crying a long while.

Vision had never seen her have a panic attack before, and wasn’t quite sure what to do. Her nightmares had only been a matter of her waking up in a sweat, then falling back asleep on his chest after they did a short round of deep breathing exercises together.

This was unprecedented.

“Wanda.” He said again, in a soft voice.

“Vizh.” She croaked back. It was so quiet that should he have been even a millimeter farther away, he wouldn’t have heard her. “Hold me. Please.”

Vision picked her up gently, coaxing her fists to release the sheets below her, and put her on his lap. She was shaking like a leaf, and she gripped the sweater he was wearing while curling up on his chest. He wrapped one arm around her, and the other stroked her hair. She was dangerously warm from her elevated heart rate and subsequent sweating. They laid there for awhile, Vision holding his wife while she cried and protecting her from the unknown horrors of her mind.

“It’s not real, Wanda. It’s not real. You’re alright. I’m here.” Vision repeated intermittently.

She opened her eyes after some time, almost out of a trance, and took him in. Her green eyes searched him in urgency, making sure everything was in place. With a trembling hand she touched the Mind Stone in the middle of his forehead, not believing it was truly real. Vision cradled her cheek with his hand, and she sunk into it with a shaky sigh of relief. He wiped the tears as they continued to fall.

“You were dead.”

Vision watched as her face grew wary again, and the tears increased in speed and her panic returned. “Thanos... killed you... you were... dead...”

“Shh, my love. Shh.” Vision whispered. “I’m right here. It was just a dream.” He had no idea what a “Thanos” was, but it wouldn’t stop him from reassuring her that he was alright.

Wanda gripped his hand and rested her head in the crook of his shoulder. She flinched at a feeling unshared by Vision.

“What is it?” Vision asked.

“The boys... they won’t stop kicking...”

Vision gently moved his free hand to her stomach, but not before asking “May I?”

He knew that he didn’t have to ask, but it always made Wanda chuckle, even in a moment like this. She nodded.

Gently pushing up the bottom of her shirt and exposing her bare belly, Vision placed his hand gingerly on the middle of her swollen stomach, taking in its curve.

“Oh my.”

“Yeah... they’re going crazy in there...”

“Hi there, little ones. It’s your dad.” Vision says, changing his tone to make it clear that he is talking to his unborn sons. “Your mommy is okay. I know you’re worried about her. But you don’t have to kick her so hard. I’m taking good care of her out here, so no need to worry.” His thumb moves back and forth on her exposed skin while his the rest of his hand stays in its original spot, tracing an imaginary line, doing his best to bring comfort to the growing babies inside and their mom alike.

Wanda gasps, sniffling. “They stopped!”

“That they did.” Vision smiles, about to move his hand.

“Wait! Don’t mov —keep it there, please?” Wanda asks, putting her hand atop his own.

Vision smiles as she looks up at him. He breathes a sigh of relief that her vitals are back to normal (he’s able to check them while they are touching) and wipes the last tear away from her face. He leans his forehead into hers, the Mind Stone cooling her glistening brow. They speak in whispers as they take in each other, eyes closed, simply treasuring each other’s presence.

“Vizh?”

“Yes, my love?”

“Can you hold me until I fall asleep?”

Vision holds her tighter, grinning as her eyes flutter open and closed. “I’ll do you one better.” He whispers, breaking their contact and kissing the top of her forehead. Wanda relaxes deeper into his chest as she drifts off again, head falling where his mechanical heart lie below. Their hands still rest on Wanda’s bump.

“I’ll never let you go.”

[visionsofus]

Hey, my city has just been put into lockdown :( so I thought I might send a prompt... maybe something about some of the times Vision phases through Wandas wall? Idk but I hope you're well and I love your writing :)

hello! I am so sorry to hear that your city has been put into lockdown! I hope you are staying safe and looking after yourself. I bumped this to the top of my list so I could get you something nice to read quickly. It's mainly about Vision comforting Wanda but I hope it brings you some comfort too!

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lying in my bed, I hear the clock tick and think of you

synopsis: Three times Vision phased into Wanda's room unannounced and found her in varying states of disarray/ injury. Aka a fluffy comfort fic for those of you who need it.

Warnings: mentions of blood and stitches, illness (flu), mild swearing

Vision was sitting at the kitchen counter, a novel before him when Steve hurried into the kitchen and began rooting through cabinets. Vision placed a finger to mark his page and glanced up in confusion.

“Is there something you need help with, Captain?” He asked, curious at Steve’s haste. The captain jumped visibly, and Vision looked down sheepishly. The team was yet to grow accustomed to his presence in the Compound and he was still learning to be something like human. It was a slow process.

“Vision,” Steve said, a hand pressed to his chest in surprise. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there.”

Vision nodded. “What are you looking for?”

“Cold and flu medicine,” Steve replied, turning back to the cabinets and pushing aside two different bags of coffee beans and a pot of sugar. His hand scraped around the back of the shelf to no avail. “I know we had some here somewhere.”

Vision tilted his head curiously. There weren’t many at the compound who could fall ill, Steve and himself included. Tony was away with Rhodey in New York for the weekend, Clint was with his family, and from what Vision knew of Natasha, she didn’t seem the kind of person to accept medicine.

That only left one other person in the enormous building he now called home.

“Is Wanda okay?” Vision asked his voice sound slightly strained, even to his own ears. He hadn’t quite mastered control over tone yet but was getting better at identifying such markers in other’s speech.

“She’s okay,” Steve mulled as he moved things around, moving to another cupboard. Vision heard the concern in his voice. Forgetting his page, he shut his book all thoughts now directed to Wanda. Where could she have contracted an illness? Perhaps it was overworking, of all of them, Wanda pushed herself the hardest. The last few weeks had been particularly rough with training every day, minor missions interstate, and relentless press appearances.

“Aha!” Steve cried in triumph, holding up a packet of cold and flu tablets.

“I can take them to her,” Vision said jumping to his feet and moving swiftly to Steve’s side, a glass in his hand ready to fill with water for Wanda. Steve jerked back a little, evidently, he was still not adjusted to the synthezoid’s super speed.

“Okay,” Steve sounded hesitant as he passed over the thin package. “Don’t smother her, alright? She’s not in a very good mood.”

“I won’t,” Vision said pleased as he filled up the glass with water and headed off down the corridor. As he walked, he quickly had a look at what ‘smothering’ meant – why Steve thought he might cover Wanda’s head with a pillow, Vision couldn’t understand. A little more looking revealed it could also mean overwhelm. Vision shook his head, he would make every effort to not overwhelm her, he just wanted to make sure she was comfortable and provide anything that might make her feel better.

Out of Steve’s sight, he hurried quickly down the corridor that led to Wanda’s bedroom. Once he was close enough to her bedroom he phased effortlessly through the wall, bringing the water and pills with him.

He arrived in her room to find that the lights were out and the curtains drawn despite it being mid-morning.

“Vision?” Wanda exclaimed, or tried to. Her voice cracked and she coughed most of the way through his name.

He hurried to the other side of her bed, concerned to see her covers pulled up to her chin even as sweat made her forehead shine.

“What did I saw about knocking?” Wanda said, her voice hoarse, her eyes struggling to stay open.

“That I should?” Vision said hesitantly.

Wanda murmured something in affirmation, and he felt guilty.

“Sorry, I will next time. I brought you some medicine.” He set the glass of water on her bedside table which was cluttered with tissues, empty glasses and unfinished books.

“Don’t need it, thanks,” Wanda murmured, turning onto her side.

Vision sighed. She looked dreadful, which was saying something as he rarely found her anything but beautiful. Concerned, he slowly reached out to press his hand to her forehead. Wanda shivered, feverish.

“You have a high temperature; the medicine will make you feel better.”

Wanda opened her eyes blearily and huffed in frustration. She heaved herself up to lean against the headboard and held a hand out for the pills. Vision popped two of the night pills into her palm before extending the water glass. She swallowed the medicine and shivered again.

“When did you start feeling bad?” Vision asked, trying to make conversation as he hovered about her room, not yet ready to leave her in such a state.

“Last night, but woke up feeling like the plague this morning,” Wanda mumbled, slipping back down onto the pillow. He moved forward to pull her pillow up so she was more comfortable.

“Okay, well we’ll keep an eye on your fever,” he said nervously more to himself, feeling the need to speak the instructions he had read about online aloud. But Wanda’s eyes were already closed, and it seemed she was relenting to an exhausted slumber.

Vision bit his lip, unsure if he were allowed to stay in her room while she was asleep. Glancing at her bedside table he decided to at least clean up on his way out. With the empty glasses stacked and the tissues in the bin he set about opening up a window a little bit to allow for some circulation. Even if Wanda felt cold, her fever needed to come down. Finally, unable to see a reason to stay Vision went over to adjust her blankets. Seeing that she was peacefully asleep he pressed his palm to her forehead, glad to feel that she felt a little bit less warm. She murmured something sleepily but didn’t wake.

Vision returned to her wall with the glasses in hand and phased through it once more, leaving Wanda to her fever dreams. For the remainder of the day, he kept a keen eye on Wanda, phasing through her wall each hour to take her temperature and replace her water glass. She remained asleep or at least didn’t acknowledge his care, though each time he left her mouth twitched up at the corners.

“Wanda!” Vision’s voice was a singsong as he phased through her bedroom wall, eager for their promised game of chess. He had taken up teaching her the game not long after he had learnt it himself. There was no one at the compound who could play that well but he always had fun with Wanda. Even when Vision knew all the tricks, she still surprised him. In exchange they had been following up each game with a few episodes of the Dick Van Dyke show. It was their Saturday night ritual now, though they had only known each other 6 months. Wanda had only just returned from the mission she had been on with Steve and Nat. Perhaps chess was off the table, but he hoped she would let him keep her company and watch some television. Vision struggled to understand how keenly he had felt her absence in the past week.

He phased through the wall and for a moment his sight was clouded. He emerged into the bedroom that he had slowly been acquainted with. Vision knew the view from her windows, the books on her desk, her guitar in the corner and the pattern of her bedsheets. His eyes checked off each of these features before looking to the bed. His heart dropped sickeningly when he caught sight of the figure laying atop the covers.

Wanda had propped herself against the headboard, her mouth twisted in pain as she nursed a gash that was bleeding all down her left arm.

“Wanda?” Vision whispered. Her eyes opened weakly, and she grimaced a smile.

“Hi.”

Vision was at her side instantly. “Hi? What do you mean hi? Are you okay what happened—”

“Shhh,” Wanda whispered, reaching out to grab his arm and squeeze. “Don’t want the others to know.”

“What do you mean?” Vision asked furiously. “You’re hurt, why didn’t you go the med bay when you got back?”

“Please,” she turned her eyes on him and he registered the pain behind her gaze. “Help me and I’ll answer any questions you want. I tried,” she gestured to the trail of thread she’d been using to stitch herself up with, “but my hands are too shaky.”

He ignored that she was half undressed, more focused on how her blood had soaked through the left side of her top and was dripping onto her bed. Vision spared less than a second before he was speeding away from her side. He trusted Wanda, if she said that she didn’t want the others knowing then he would wait to hear her reasoning. For now, he just wanted to alleviate her pain.

He thanked the gods for his super speed as he dashed down the corridor, down the stairs through two walls and into the empty med bay. He dipped in and out of the internet finding a reputable source for stitching up a wound even as he lectured himself for not understanding such an important procedure sooner. He grabbed more supplies, gauze and bandages, antiseptic and a fresh needle and tweezers. He sped back upstairs and arrived in Wanda’s room just as she was swiping tears away from her eyes.

“Sorry,” she winced, trying to sit up better as he set his supplies on her bedside table.

“You have nothing to apologise for,” Vision said soothingly. “Let’s get you fixed up.”

“You weren’t supposed to see,” Wanda sighed, her eyes closed as he set about propping her arm up with a pillow and a fresh towel to mop up the blood.

“Lucky I entered without announcing myself then,” Vision murmured perching himself next to her tense body. He wasn’t usually squeamish and managed to maintain a distance when it came to gore. But seeing Wanda’s blood trickling down her arm had his heart thumping far too quickly. He took a few calming breaths.

Vision straightened her arm and watched her forehead contort in pain, sweat beading. Silently he took the medical scissors and cut off the thread and the mess Wanda had made of her wound. On closer inspection he was relieved to see it wasn’t too deep and that the blood had stopped flowing. He cleaned and numbed the area.

“It’s not as bad as I thought,” Vision murmured as he helped her sit up taller, so she was at a better angle for the stitches.

“Feels bad enough,” Wanda winced.

He frowned at her pain. “Tell me about your favourite episode of Dick Van Dyke,” Vision prompted as he set about threading the needle. Wisely, Wanda decided to turn her attention to her sweeping windows and the clouds drifting across the amber sky.

“Season 2, episode 20,” Wanda said. “It’s not necessarily my favourite but it’s the episode I’ve seen the most. Rob watches this movie with aliens and monsters, it was scary for me as a kid, but I found it funny how out of control it became—” Wanda broke off with a pained groan as Vision began the first stitch.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“Now it doesn’t scare me but it’s still eerie...” she trailed off to prepare for the next stitch. Moments later it was done, and she breathed out slowly as Vision tugged the thread gently, closing the wound.

“— it’s interesting to look back on the episode and –” She thumped her other first on her thigh as the needle dug in once more.

“—and see how far my life has changed since I first watched it – oh fuck that!”

Vision startled, not used to hearing her swear. “Two more and it’ll be done,” Vision replied, conscious that he was leaning over her torso and that there might have been easier ways to sit for stitching up the gash.

“Two more?” Wanda sighed her right shoulder slumping in defeat.

“Almost there, almost there,” he murmured soothingly, starting on the next stitch. Wanda cried out, biting her fist. His heart twinged painfully in sympathy.

“You’re okay,” Vision said, doing his best to be comfortingly. “One more and then it’s done, one more and it’ll be over.”

He continued to murmur small comforts, hoping his voice would distract her from the thin metal dipping in and out of her skin. Despite her pain he had successfully kept the stitches neat and hoped that they’d be suitable enough for healing. At least he had used the thread that dissolved as the wound healed and she could avoid the new pain of having them taken out once more.

As he pushed the needle in for the final stitch Wanda’s head lolled against his neck. He froze in fear.

“I’m okay,” she whispered, “just, keep going.”

Her head remained pressed into the crook of his neck, her breath warming his skin in slow, controlled breaths. Vision did his best to focus on finishing off his work. He completed the final stitch, tied it up and cut the needle free. As he moved his materials to her bedside table and picked up the gauze, he became conscious of Wanda’s shoulders shaking slowly.

“Sorry,” she said quietly, her voice thick with tears.

“It’s alright, Wanda,” Vision said with a comforting smile, though she didn’t raise her head. He raised a hand and gently stroked the back of her head in what he hoped was a soothing manner. “I’ll wrap your arm up and give you something for the pain.”

Wanda sniffled against his shoulder. “I’m glad you’re the only one who can phase through physical walls.”

Vision smiled happily; glad Wanda couldn’t see his reaction.

Vision hovered; his hand raised to knock on Wanda’s bedroom door. He’d been standing there for a few moments debating on whether or not to disturb her when he’d heard the soft noises of Wanda’s cries. Vision knew how she sounded when she was upset. In the year they had been living together there had been a few nights he had spent sitting outside her door, listening to her cry and waiting for her to fall asleep. Often, all she’d allow him to do was bring her food or a cup of tea, insisting she be left to her sorrows. But Vision was struggling to bear it tonight. He worried that she thought herself a burden, that she locked herself up in her room on her bad days as a way to save the rest of the team from her anguish. But Vision hated seeing, or hearing, her pain.

Unable to wait any longer Vision side stepped the door and phased right through the wood. The room was dark, and the air was still, Wanda hadn’t left her bed all day. Quietly, Vision walked slowly to her bedside and crouched beside her curled up form. The covers were pulled up over her head, her arms wrapped around one of her cushions. His throat grew tight with emotion as he gently placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Wanda?” He whispered. The covers shifted and her head emerged, tear tracks looked as though they had made permanent lines down her face, dark circles hung under her eyes.

She didn’t say anything, just rolled over so that her back was to him.

“Is there anything that you need?” Vision asked removing his hand, hesitant to take her rejection, he’d wait until she explicitly asked him to leave. Wanda didn’t reply, her breath catching in her throat, and she shook her head slowly.

“You don’t have to do this alone,” Vision said quietly.

“I don’t want to bother anyone,” Wanda whispered, her voice hoarse from not speaking. Vision raised to stand, hovering next to her bed. He desperately wanted to wrap his arms around her and hold her close, to banish all her sadness and protect her from fear.

“You could never be a burden to me, it is a privilege to be a part of your life.” His words sounded raw, even to his own ears and he heard Wanda hiccup emotionally.

It didn’t take much, just her hand emerging from beneath the covers to tug at the hem of his woollen sweater. It was all he needed to know she wanted him to say.

She shifted to make room and Vision settled onto the bed next to her. Almost reluctantly, Wanda slid closer though her face was still hidden. When he was close enough, he pulled a blanket from the floor and wrapped it around her shoulders. She leant in, sniffling tearily. When he held his arms open, she hesitated for a few moments, her body stiff with tension. Finally, she relented, pressing her forehead into his shoulder and allowing him to wrap her in his warm arms. The tears started again, and he rocked them back and forth as she trembled.

“It’s alright,” Vision whispered over and over. He rubbed a hand in circles on her back, holding her close.

They remained that way for a while, Vision let her cry as much as she needed, not feeling the need to ask what was causing her such anguish. She would tell him when she was ready.

“When you’re feeling up for it, we can go for a walk,” Vision said soothingly, “there are wildflowers out by the woods, I even saw some bluebells the other morning. Maybe you can point out some other flowers you recognise to me. I think the birds miss you out there.” He talked slowly about small things, none of them important but gradually her sobs slowed into hiccups.

“Thank you,” Wanda whispered into his shoulders, her hands tangled up in his jumper.

“It’s okay,” Vision said softly, “just because your brain tells you you’re alone, doesn’t mean it’s true. There are so many people who care about you. Whenever you need me, I’ll always be here.”