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cthulhus-curse · 16 days ago

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Deer In Headlights

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 8,024

Warnings: Deer!Hybrid!Wanda Maximoff, Angst, Fluff, Hybrids, Mentions of Sexual Assault/Exploitation, Smut | 18+ Minors DNI

Summary: After Wanda escapes her living nightmare, it is up to you to pick up the pieces and save her from the deep abyss of the horrors she endured.

A/N: The prodigal daughter, my favorite variant I've written, bambi Wanda, returns...

Staring down at the murky, wet dirt, green eyes frowned. Goosebumps arose across the creamy skin which longed for any minimal sense of warmth. Underneath the immense showers that came down from the dark, angry clouds, a freezing cold overtook her body. Bare feet dug deep into the messy ground until they turned blue. Shivering, she knew she was in danger of being taken hostage by hypothermia.

Regardless of her predicament, it was better than the one she was previously in. No longer did she need to have orders shouted out in her direction spewed with a venom that tore at her heartstrings. Freedom was all she had ever longed for. Now that she had a slight taste of it, even if close to losing it, Wanda wouldn’t dare go back.

She was rendered weak against the freezing cold that surrounded her, and yet Wanda never stopped moving. Her shivering legs took her as far as she could with her arms wrapped strongly around her slim frame that was in desperate need for anything within her empty stomach. Cheeks were hollowed out with an unmistakable sparkle in her eyes never dying out. Her tail was drenched by the angry rain alongside her antlers and lengthy ears that trembled out of pain. With each drop of water that hit her face and came down to trace the pattern of her freckles, she sighed – the fog that appeared before the frail hybrid mocked her every step motivating her to stop.

There were no prying eyes to find her passed out on the ground only minutes later. Flushed, scraped knees hit the ground before her face fell against her. A limp body lay in place being drowned out by the copious amounts of water falling from the sky. She wanted to scream, to run away and long to be saved, but all that came was nothingness.

Hours passed by without a sign of change. The forest took her in, animals passing by eyeing her in question before waltzing off at other signs of life. She was one with nature, a daughter of the matriarch who gave life to all which surrounded her.

In the arms of Mother Nature, Wanda would forever be safe and sound.

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Stumbling upon such a feat had never been your goal. Your boots fought against the mud you passed through, eyes drifting from side to side as you took in the mix of the flora and fauna. The lens of your camera was stricken by water drops, but you kept pointing it towards various greens that surrounded you. Snapping each picture made you smile.

Walking across the empty forest made you feel at peace. You had taken up photography in college and followed it along as your adulthood progressed. Working for the nearby hybrid sanctuary, a freelance photographer on the side as a means to garner extra cash, you were to explore each being’s habitat to further your knowledge of them. You were met by numerous hybrids of the forest – bears, amphibians, and even birds – but never were you welcomed by a member of the Cervidae family.

You never meant to find her, but instead you fell for her – because of her at that. With your mind in the clouds you never noticed a body sprawled over the ground, one that you tripped over until you fell harshly over it. Frowning, you attempted to push it off, to snarl with fury. But as soon as you turned it around and were met by the face of her culprit, your features softened.

A beauty such as that which Wanda carried was not one you’d easily come across. Although the doe’s features were pale, lips blue alongside her fingernails, you knew were to be the perfect specimen. You could stare at the wondrous creature for the rest of time, but noting her condition, you knew to quickly get to work.

Her body was thrown over your shoulder without missing a beat. You ran towards the entrance of the forest that you knew like the back of your hand, exasperating as you feared the worst possible outcome for the creature you longed to save. While her condition was nothing if not appaling, her chest heaved up and down with weak breaths that you hoped would remain for long enough.

That was the day your life changed for the better. You were lonely, not that you’d ever admit it. Your focus was entirely on others, on protecting hybrids that were easily hunted down for the sole purpose of the societal status they carried, seemingly lesser than humans – the thought in itself made the furious bile rise up your throat.

Plopping her down beside you within the confines of your car, you huffed. Your hand held her own frosty one through the entire trip, not caring about how her temperature struck down yours. The heating was turned up to the maximum and although you sweat underneath the numerous layers you wore in the midst of the freezing winter, you didn’t mind. It was all in the name of helping bring the color back to her features.

Squeezing the unconscious woman’s hand, you hummed. It was your life’s duty to care for those who were hunted and taken away to be sold off to the highest bidder. A hybrid was rare in itself, but owning one was as though you held a grail.

“I won’t ever do that to you,” you mumbled underneath your breath. Turning to the unconscious brunette, you interlaced your fingers with her rigid ones. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you, okay?” You noted the scratches over her torn clothes that carried fresh blood, some washed away by the rain. They hurt her, they maimed her. “Never again.”

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The first time weak orbs flickered open in days, the light which shone down upon them was blinding, forcing Wanda to instantly close them. She shook her head, her body torn and debilitated by the forces of the unknown. While it ached, it was nothing compared to the horrors she once experienced.

Minutes passed before she was able to properly support herself by her arms that fell each time she attempted to move. Chapped lips parted to allow her tongue to escape, wetting them with a hiss from the brokenness and dried blood they carried. The last thing she remembered was the faint, calm noise that came from what she deemed as her prompt demise – perhaps it was the afterlife which finally treated Wanda with kindness.

“Hey, you’re awake!”

At the sound of the voice that reeked with a thrill, Wanda jumped in alert. She turned to its source, squirming away until she found herself at the edge of the bed. Reaching out for whatever she could find to defend herself, Wanda came up empty with nothing but a pillow to shield her body from the shadow that waltzed her way.

“Who are you?” She exasperated, words practically choked out of fear. “Where am I?”

You expected the fear and the confusion from her, but never did you know you could feel a twinge of exhilaration at the sound of her voice. “I, uh, brought you home with me. You were in the forest – alone and hurt. I just thought it would be best to give you a roof over your head. You didn’t really seem to be enjoying yourself passed out in the rain.”

“I wasn’t,” she mumbled sadly. You could sense her apprehension from the lack of eye-contact and the stiffness in her body. “I can’t remember much.”

Quick movements were advised against. Instead, you took your time sitting before her, far away so her comfort was intact. “Do you know what your name is? Can you remember that at least?”

“Wanda,” she was quick to reply. “My name is Wanda.”

Smiling, you were proud at the miniscule progress. “Good job, dear.”

The hesitance the brunette felt was not easily shed. She refused to speak more than give words at once your way, instead opting to remain in a quiet solitude as she inspected you. Her body was left mostly covered by the blankets, but she knew what lay beneath. With each slight movement, she groaned in an unmistakable bout of suffering. The gashes she received were ones she could remember visibly. All she hoped was to never go back to it, to him .

With the more questions you asked, Wanda progressively grew disinterested. She faced away from you, never allowing herself to stare your way as an atmosphere of distrust fueled her. No matter how much she tried to put on a brave face, you didn’t feel any discomfort being in her vicinity. If anything you couldn’t stop staring at the life that had overtaken her previously dead features.

“I, uhm…I’m Y/N by the way,” you said, shrugging as you faced away from the hybrid. “It’s really nice to meet you, Wanda.”

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Taking a turn for the better, the first few days of your new life with Wanda were interesting to say the least. You weren’t used to having much company around let alone for a handful of work friends every so often. Although her silence is what primarily ran rampant across the dimly-lit halls of the house, her presence is what made you feel at peace for once.

You barely exchanged any words with Wanda let alone for the daily ‘how are you holding up?’ question that came about whenever you changed her bandages. She wouldn’t easily trust you, and in all fairness the last thing you’d ever do was force her to do so. Albeit wordless, you knew her past was nothing but a chest full of terror. With her refusal to open it, you stood back and awaited for the woman to, if ever, grant you access.

After yet another day of tending to her slowly healing wounds, you wondered the same. “How are you holding up today, dear?”

“Better,” Wanda mustered out. “It’s hurting less.”

Staring down at the multitude of bandages around her body, you frowned. “Which ones are hurting less?”

“Well, I can move my arms a bit better. Last night I showered without the brush. It was nice.” Although seemingly small, you couldn’t help but feel proud of her, much like when the other hybrids at the sanctuary made progress for the better. “And my back feels great.”

The mention of that made you freeze. While Wanda had not been witness to it at first, it had been up to you to see the mess that had been formed upon her skin. Her entire back was red, ligature marks from bindings even mirrored over her arms alongside lacerations that were furiously scarlet and bloody. You refused to show her. Even the slightest look at her maimed, abused body would cause her even more dread than when she first woke up.

“I’m really glad,” you sincerely replied. “You’re doing really well, Wanda. Just a few more days and you should be good to go.”

Looking down at the way you calmly cleaned her wounds, Wanda’s heart skipped a beat. “Thank you for this. You didn’t have to save me, much less bring me into your home. I can’t really imagine I’ve been the best guest so…maybe I can pay you back by-”

“Hey, I won’t have any of that.” Truth be told, the last thing Wanda was required to do was apologize, much less to you. “All that matters to me is that you’re safe.”

“But why?”

“Why not?” You shot back. “I wasn’t going to let you die there, Wanda. You were hurt and clearly in need of help. Do you really think anyone would leave you there?”

Wanda didn’t need to give you a spoken answer as her silence said enough. Many would leave her like that, perhaps even mock the situation she found herself in until they tired themselves out. To a large number of humans, she was nothing but an experiment from nature gone wrong – a mistake from what you’d heard others say.

The lack of words called for a warm, comfortable moment between the two of you as you finished healing her. Your hands drifted all through her body until every inch had been paid attention to. Even the smallest wound was to be taken care of as a means to better protect the hybrid.

“I was in a really bad place,” Wanda suddenly blurted out. She didn’t want to scare you away, especially not seeing how you were the one person who had even the most minimal amount of humanity towards her. “I…I was taken as a kid. I mean, I was sixteen but…” ‘ But it didn’t matter’ went unspoken. “I don’t remember much outside of the farm. They wanted more of us – more hybrids – by any means necessary. Whenever I refused they just did it to me anyway until I gave them twins.” Her voice broke, but so did your heart. “I’m nothing but a meaningless animal to your people.”

With a somber appearance you halted your movements. Surely you were no stranger to the stories other hybrids spoke to you of, but never did it get easier to lend a listening ear. Each and every memory she held was carried through her choked voice. While not something you could share with her, not like the other hybrids in their relatedness, all you could think of was how far you’d have to go to make whoever hurt her pay.

“And your antlers?” You knew experiments on such wondrous creatures were explored in the shadows much to your disgust. Merely humoring that idea when it came to Wanda, to any hybrid you had the pleasure of meeting, made your blood boil. “I’ve never seen a doe like you. Not that it’s wrong. I mean, you’re beautiful…”

Wanda shifted uncomfortably. Her eyes were downcast with red shame overtaking her cheeks as she shrugged. “They called me a freak. I’m not really supposed to have them. Sometimes I think they’re right. Maybe I am a freak.”

“Because of your antlers?” When she nodded, you felt a pang of pain shooting through your heart. “But they’re amazing. I…may I?” You hesitantly reached out slow enough so that Wanda could sense your movements. No words were uttered your way, but from the lack of protest, you knew to go forth. “Seriously I’ve never met a doe, let alone one that looks as pretty as you. Your antlers are really something else.” Tracing the line from their base to their tip, you giggled. “Even I’m jealous. They don’t make you a freak, Wanda. They make you who you are. Being different from others isn’t ever bad. Some people are just too dumb to see the beauty in unique things, but not me.”

From then on you were more than kind to her, at times even going as far as to absentmindedly treat her as though she was a porcelain doll. Wanda smiled at you that day. Even if it was a simple tired beam, you were happy enough that she could do so for the first time in weeks. It was a change — a good one.

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“What’s a Bambi?”

The question was one you expected at some point with her return to society. There was much Wanda didn’t know, an arguably adorable fact that led her to tilt her head with confusion when she first saw your television and phone. Even before her time at the farm, her wilderness was her loving home – one without an ounce of the technology you had.

Finishing her midday snack, you chuckled. Although posing the question, Wanda was more focused on the way you prepared the mixture of fruits for her – bananas and strawberries, some mangos even with a hint of whipped cream being her favorite. Sitting at the kitchen island waiting patiently, her green eyes lit up as soon as you slid the plate her way.

“Bambi is a deer just like you. Well, he’s not actually real, but he’s really cute.” ‘Like you’ , you longed to say. “He, uh, has his own movies and everything. I can show you if you’d like.”

“Yes please!” Wanda exasperated, her mouth full of the delicious fruits she adored having. “Can we watch the movies?”

You thought of it for a moment, prolonging your answer to further leave Wanda at the edge of her seat. She patiently awaited for what you decided, licking whipped cream off her lips as her ears squirmed with excitement. There wasn’t much she wished from this strange world she had never been a part of, but entertainment, seeing herself on screen, meant the world.

“Sure, Wanda. We can watch them this Friday after I get out of work. Does that sound good?” When Wanda nodded happily, you knew she was pleased with the loving answer. “Now finish up your food. I have to make sure you can stay home by yourself and survive while I go into work. Apparently there’s a new arrival – a dog hybrid by the name of Natasha.”

“Do you really have to go?” Wanda had become accustomed to having you around so much so that it was her who had a resemblance with that of a dog who loyally followed you across your property. She feared being alone, and then again, you wouldn’t dare let her out of your sight. “I’ll miss you, that’s all. And what if something happens?”

“Nothing’s going to happen, dear. I promise,” you reassured her. “Actually, I have something for you. I thought you’d feel safer if you have your own phone. That way if you ever get scared during the day, you can call or text me.”

During her meal you brought the fresh box to Wanda. Opening it, you explained to her all the aspects that came with a phone, promising to help her set it up whenever you returned. You’d only be gone for a handful of hours, knowing that at the very least she’d be safe for long enough to keep your fears calm.

“So, am I Bambi?” Wanda questioned suddenly, staring down with confusion stricken over her features at the phone.

Smiling fondly, you were unable to hold back your joy at her beauty. “Yes, Wanda. You’re exactly like Bambi.” Bambi. Finish up now, you know I have to leave soon, honey.”

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Although you presumed it to be done solely for her safety, giving Wanda a phone resulted in being much more entertaining than you forethought. You never expected her to understand the confusing nature of the device, much less be able to aptly use it within a matter of days, but the copious amounts of messages she sent your way within the timespan begged to disagree.

At first it was only written words. Wanda found the sound the phone made when she typed to be quite humorous, which led her to use it as an excuse to continuously send messages your way. She wondered how you were doing, also making sure work was going well and listening in whenever you explained what you were up to. Very quickly she progressed to reminding you to eat your lunch, knowing that each day you’d bring back a bag still filled with the meal she had taken time to prepare for you. Being busy was your excuse, but it was not good enough for Wanda who longed to upkeep your well-being even in the most minimal ways possible.

Then came the voice messages. Those were rather…random to say the least, but you adored and saved them nonetheless. Wanda first began sending them accidentally as she pressed around buttons to send emoticons and her voice. In each of them she was surprised after long minutes of recording that she was sending you something. Even if it was through the phone, you could practically hear the way her cheeks turned a mad tint of pink.

The pictures alongside videos were by far your favorite. Much like the voice messages, Wanda didn’t mean to send them at first. She was in awe of the technology in her bare hands, one she never had back home. Most images were of her curiously eyeing the camera up close before snapping a picture you’d receive seconds later. Each and every one of them made you beam even during the hardest of days at the sanctuary. Without meaning to, Wanda was the light at the end of the darkest moments.

Wanda took to taking formal pictures from then on. She’d ask for your camera from time to time, but knew herself to be far too much of a beginner to use all the proper lenses and artifacts for it. So instead she took up using her phone – its protective case which she spent hours upon hours bedazzling until it was a mess of glitter that she was proud of.

“Sitting back and watching Bambi again!” she texted you during a rather chilly day in the depths of the winter before an image came which melted your heart. Wanda was seemingly sprawled over the couch wearing a warm, fuzzy dinosaur poncho you had gotten her. In her arms lay a reindeer stuffed animal, Rudolph to be more precise. It was a new friend you gave her, that way she wouldn’t be so alone as she waltzed through the house finding new activities to carry out.

“I hope you two are having fun!” You replied, hesitating slightly before sending off the following words. “Give Rudolph a kiss from me.”

Only seconds passed before your heart skipped a beat, knowing instantly that it began opening itself up for Wanda. You saw her in yet another picture, this time her lips pressed against the squishy plush that she nuzzled her freckled face against. Her ears stood proudly much like her antlers, only they carried a piercing Wanda had begged you to let her get, even if you held no autonomy over her being; regardless, your opinion was one she desperately valued.

“He misses you,” Wanda told you through the phone, anxiously typing away as her focus was on you rather than the movie. She nibbled on her bottom lip, pointy ears drifting down as she stared at the lit-up screen. “I miss you too.”

From then on, the day felt eternal. You longed to be back home, to be surrounded by the joy that exuded from Wanda whenever she noted your arrival. As rewarding as it was to tend to the rest of the hybrids, to nurture them back to health and bring them a safe environment to coexist, it was Wanda who had taken up your life and made it about her, something that you didn’t mind too much.

Not even seconds passed after having opened the front door of the house covered by the darkness of the sky when Wanda was on you. She had hugged you before, but it was always filled with hesitation and fear of getting too close. Instead for once she held you close, her face dancing against your chest as her antlers poked your chin.

Sighing calmly, Wanda relaxed into the embrace that you gladly returned. The two of you didn’t care much about the time that passed, instead entirely focused on being with one another no matter what. Although quiet, it was an atmosphere perfect to share with the hybrid who after minutes looked up with wide, wondering eyes.

“I missed you,” you quoted her words from earlier that day, a sentiment you too shared. Seeing her features take life was a sight you’d forever take in. Your hand absentmindedly went to her cheek, cupping its blushing being before your thumb tenderly drew itself up and down. Only inches apart, breaths heavy and shallow with a growing need for love, your lips were knowingly destined to crash together. And yet you each remained unmoving, only staring down one another’s souls until the proper words. “Here, I brought some dinner. Maybe you can tell me all about what you and Rudolph got up to today. I even brought pizza, your favorite at that.”

Wanda only nodded, and although her internal-self fought against her begging her to take action, she simply stood back and basked in the adoration she had for you. Maybe once she garnered enough bravery, she could make her ever-growing love known.

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Each night you made sure to tuck Wanda in per her instructions. She wanted to ensure that they wouldn’t come after her. After years of constant torment, of unimaginable torture over her mind and body, it was difficult to shake off the feeling of fear they gifted her with.

With a smile on your face, you visited her room, previously a guest room that now had walls painted pink with numerous fairy lights surrounding them. You were to wrap her up with the bed sheets, to stuff Rudolph beneath them as well for extra safety because Wanda always said “If they get me, maybe they’ll get him too. I just want Rudolph to be safe.” While you knew others wouldn’t understand, you found it to be the farthest request away from silliness. It was out of terror that she needed to be watched over, and even held your hand tightly whenever you did as much as going to the grocery store together.

“They’re not coming to get you,” you reminded her. “I set all of the alarms. If so much as a fly tries to get into the house, I’ll know.”

Wanda gazed up at you with fondness from her bed. “Thank you. You know, you don’t always have to do this. I don’t want you to feel like-”

“I want to do it,” you interrupted her, leaning down to ensure she was nice and warm. The snow that pelted her covered window brought in a freezing breeze with it, one you desperately wished to help Wanda avoid. “Remember I’m just down the hall if you or Rudolph need anything. Goodnight, Wanda and Rudolph. I hope you two sleep really well.”

Letting out a tired yawn, Wanda waved you off. “G’night, Y/N. Thanks for everything.”

Closing the door as you escaped the room, you flashed her a warm smile. “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

Most nights it took you a few hours to become one with your exhaustion. The worry which you felt for Wanda’s safety was far too immense, not allowing you to properly find sleep until you ensured no one would be coming for her. There was still a question of who exactly they were, and whether you could somehow bring their macabre operations to a halt. In due time perhaps Wanda would be comfortable enough letting you know.

Sighing constantly, you finally found the drop of drowsiness required to shut your eyes. It was a comfortable sleep you garnered, your unconscious forming images of your waking life and morphing them into a dream in which Wanda, as it had become custom, was a part of. Only within such a state, you lovingly cared for her, holding her close at all times as you shared a life of romanticism that wasn’t present in reality.

Dawn passed by when an unknown body made its way into your room. It hesitated for a bit, not knowing whether to act as it cracked the door open. With each miniscule sound, every small creak from the outdoors, it jumped. Making up its mind, the figure rushed to the safety of your bed, throwing itself over it immediately as a means to seek out protection.

The action was enough to wake you up in a confused frenzy as you felt a body cling itself to your own. “What the fu-” No matter how much you tried to push it off, nothing shifted. At least not until you fearfully explored its silhouette and found a rather curious pair of antlers sticking out. “Wanda?”

“I’m sorry,” a small voice croaked out, shaky enough to let you know she had been crying. “I- I had a bad dream. Usually I can handle when it happens but…but it was so real, Y/N. I didn’t know what to do.”

“Oh honey, come here,” you mumbled back. Once the bedside lamp was turned on, you pulled Wanda further in. your tiredness didn’t matter anymore. All you cared for was coaxing her into relaxation as her body shook violently with a terror that had formed in her mind. “It’s okay, Wanda. You’re safe with me. We’re home, you’re not back there again. I’ll never, ever let them take you away.”

With her bottom lip a quivering mess, Wanda nodded. Each time you ran your hand against her back, her choked sobs were louder, all until she was unable to hold back her emotions. Tears cascaded down her hot, furious cheeks as her anger and agitation came to soothe her during such tedious reminders. Incoherently she cursed off the memory of the farm, the memory of Rumlow from what you could make out. It was a name you’d never forget, immediately seared into your mind as you’d search heaven and hell until you found him and made him pay.

“They took my mama and papa…they took Pietro!” Wanda cried with an anguish so clear in her tone. “T-they’re gone. I never got to see them again after they found us. My home, my village, it all got destroyed by them .”

“Who did this to you, Wanda?” You tried asking, but she shook her head with disappointment in herself.

“I don’t know.” No matter how desperately she wished to remember their names and faces other than Rumlow, Wanda felt ashamed to not be able to form even the teeniest memory. All that came to mind were the torturous days, weeks, and even years she was forced to be a servant to humans. “My boys they…they took them away too. My Billy and my Tommy.” You didn’t dare mention it before, but now it made sense why those were names she gave to the two sprouting tulips that grew in your garden, ones that were much bigger and stronger together than the rest. “Why did they hurt me, Y/N? Why?”

You wish you could give her an answer, but even then it wouldn’t make up for the pain and suffering they put her, among other hybrids, through. “I don’t know,” was all you could muster out. “Oh Wanda, I don’t know.”

“I ran so far away when I could,” she continued, seemingly disconnected from her surroundings as her mind turned hazy. “It was so dark and I just…kept going with nothing but those stupid rags on. They said I was special, that I was a gift to them that would bring them riches,” Wanda’s voice dripped with disgust at the mere remembrance. “I was their valuable freak, but really I felt like nothing. I just wanted it to end so bad. I- I couldn’t do it anymore.”

By the time her words died off, wet drops fell down on each of your faces. You were unable to hold back the fury that came from hearing her words mixed with the sorrow you held for any hybrid having such experiences. Your duty had been to protect them from day one, but with Wanda, you’d make sure to love her until the end of time. Never would you allow her to feel worthless and abandoned. With you, the little doe would forever be spoiled with affection.

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With the new information she shared with you, you and Wanda got closer than ever. She didn’t think twice before getting close to you any longer, hugging you from behind or plopping herself down on your lap for your weekly movie nights. Having such freedom to exert her adoration for you in ways beyond words made her the happiest doe in the universe.

Dancing around one another had become the norm. The flirty nature you had only worsened as your not-so-mild crush on Wanda intensified. You couldn’t help but compliment her looks whenever you could, or even hold yourself back from counting her freckles as the two of you snuggled in bed on the daily – Wanda had taken to always staying with you since that night out of safety.

Everything crashed down when Valentine’s Day was just around the corner, and you knew it was time to finally reveal how you felt, even preparing yourself to let her know that if she felt differently, nothing would change.

“This tastes so good,” Wanda moaned as she shoved a spoonful of food into her mouth. “What is it?”

On the most romantic day of the year, you took the liberty to ignore work and your duties to instead focus on Wanda. Through the day you showed off your affection by awakening her with breakfast in bed – her favorite being a bowl of Froot Loops that she unsurprisingly devoured in minutes – and even giving her the most colorful, flowery roses you could find. Rather than keep them stuck to their stems, Wanda begged you to help her in a project. It is how she ended up sitting across from you with her antlers decorated with some of the flowers, ones that she couldn’t simply stop gushing about or taking pictures of with your phone.

“It’s, uh, just baked ziti and some cheesy bread. I know it’s nothing crazy, but I found this really good recipe online and thought you'd like it,” you shrugged. “I’m not really used to cooking this well to be honest.”

“I know,” Wanda teased you, throwing a wink your way as she took another bite of the food. “It’s really good though. I kept smelling it all over the house and was dying to know what you were making. You didn’t disappoint at all.”

“I’m really glad you’re enjoying it.” Although you knew it seemed weird you had yet to so much as taste your food, you were far too busy with a mind rummaging through every possible scenario that could occur. “I actually wanted to talk to you about something. It’s kind of silly the more I think about it, but I honestly don’t know if I can keep hiding it.”

“What’s wrong?” By then Wanda’s instant worries got the best of her. She brought her spoon down and leaned in, her hand coming to rest atop your own as her fingers carrying numerous rings danced across your skin. “You know you can tell me anything, Y/N. You’ve done so much for me and I want to be here for you as well. Maybe I can keep you safe too.”

She said it with the utmost innocence and without a thought, but her words made joyous tears morph themselves over your glassy eyes. “You’re so cute,” you blurted out. “That’s actually what I wanted to tell you. We’re not high schoolers, but I honestly don’t know how else to say it. Wanda, I really, really like you. And these past few months have honestly been the best in my life. Getting to know you, the real you, has been the best thing I’ve ever had the pleasure of experiencing. I’m so grateful to have you with me, and although I have feelings for you, I really don’t expect you to feel the same way. If that’s the case I promise nothing will ever cha-”

“You like me?” Wanda frowned out of confusion, her eyebrows furrowing as her ears were downcast. “The way Monica and Chandler like each other?”

Wanda had an extensive amount of free time with you being at work. You had advised her to find any enjoyment, and while the winter made it difficult to properly tend to the garden hidden beneath a protective layer from the snow, she came up with other ways to entertain herself, mostly in the form of sitcoms.

“Yes, Wanda,” you shook your head with amusement. “I like you the way Monice and Chandler like one another.”

“Good, because I like you the same way Lucy and Ricky like each other,” Wanda was pensive for a few seconds before making a correction. “Well, minus the constant bickering. Oh and I’m Lucy, I’m always Lucy. She wears the prettiest dresses ever!”

“You can be Lucy, honey,” you told her. “Anything you want.”

Dinner went by smoothly, the two of you finally feeling as though a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. It was much easier to talk without the barrier of unresolved emotions stuck between the both of you. Instead you could freely hold Wanda’s hand, interlacing your fingers together and happily humming as she went on about the loving memories she had of her family, of her village, from when she was a child.

Listening to Wanda was something you could do for the rest of time. Her voice was serene, a silky sweet tune that played in your mind even when she didn’t speak. You were undeniably enveloped in the arms of Wanda, the goddess who forever tainted each of your thoughts with her lovable appearance. As a simple mortal, you were more than fine worshiping her being.

The two of you danced underneath the moonlight, your coats keeping you warm as you stood on the back porch that was adorned by numerous fairy lights stolen from Wanda’s room. Although shorter than you, the brunette made up for it by standing on the tips of her toes, her feet covered by warm boots while her limbs were to be protected by the heavy layers. She happily allowed herself to be guided, your arms swaying her from side to side as the faint, slow music played in the background.

“I’m so glad you found me,” Wanda thought of it a million times before, but was finally able to vocalize it. “I’m lucky to have met you.”

Shaking your head, you leaned down to press your forehead against her freezing one. “Honestly? I’m the lucky one, baby.”

The first time your lips touched Wanda’s, everything in life made sense. Your purpose, the time it took you to found the one , was all worth it when you swooped in to claim the hybrid. You allowed her to take the lead seeing that it was the first time she kissed anyone. Wanda’s shy, insecure lips happily pecked you over and over as giggling overcame your ears from her joy.

Her excitement thumped the cold her body was overtaken with. Wanda pulled away a few times to gather her breathing, but came back with much more force. Her antlers adorably bumped against you from time to time, earning an embarrassed yet short ‘sorry’ before the younger woman asked for permission to go once more. Quickly it became clear that kissing you, making out underneath the moonlight, was Wanda’s favorite activity.

And if you were being honest, it was a favorite of yours as well.

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“I need you,” Wanda had told you weeks into forming an official relationship where each day was better than the last. “I want you.”

From the beginning you didn’t dare pressure Wanda into anything she was not ready for. Instead, you sat back and let her choose, patiently allowing her to take whatever time necessary to build her comfort — even if it meant eternity, you wouldn’t fight against it. Touching Wanda even in the most innocent of ways was already a loving pleasure you didn’t take for granted.

Her excitement for it made you swoon. You couldn’t help but smile when Wanda happily dragged you to bed after a long, tedious Saturday of doing nothing. Nature finally took color, even if a dim green that was still overshadowed by the remainder of winter. But alas, spring, being right around the corner, blossomed happily in a manner which even your newfound partner was happily affected.

“I’ve never really been with anyone,” Wanda whispered in a tone barely hearable. “Well, I dunno if what they did at the farm counts. Is that how it’s supposed to go? Is it meant to hurt if I don’t want it?”

She had allowed you to lay her back until her head and antlers hit the soft pillows of what was now your shared bed. While her eyes twinkled with giddiness, her lips were gently gnawed out with anxiety. Wanda could very well put an end to it all before it even began, a power you bestowed upon her without hesitation. But her desire to finally achieve such pleasures with you thumped her fears.

“Oh no, honey. It’s not meant to hurt at all,” you responded with bile rising from your throat at the mere thought of someone hurting Wanda like that. “And you’re supposed to want it. If you don’t want it before or during, it just stops. You have all the power here, Wanda. I do whatever it is you want — when you want it and how you want it.”

Your words were enough to soothe her nervous thoughts. Surely Wanda had tried to pleasure herself, especially whenever she stood in the shower intently listening to your voice from rooms away, but she never knew what to do in a proper manner. So instead she settled for driving a pillow between her legs and gyrating her hips. Although it helped for a while, it was nothing compared to the joy she’d feel if it were you instead.

“I trust you,” Wanda reassured you as your fears of potentially hurting her made you remain still right atop her body. “I…I really want it. Can we maybe start? If that’s okay with you.”

“Of course, dear,” you couldn’t help but find her inexperience rather endearing. “I’ll take my clothes off first, okay? That way you feel more comfortable if you want me to do the same with you.”

Wanda was in awe of what she deemed to be your beauty. Her eyes went wide, mouth left agape as you removed each and every article of clothing until you were kneeling between her legs fully naked. Surely she had imagined what you’d look like underneath all those layers, but never did she expect to be witness to such perfection.

“You look…amazing,” Wanda mustered out. She reached out, hand barely ghosting your skin that she longed to touch. “May I?”

When you nodded, the palm of her hand was quick to touch your already burning skin. Wanda could barely afford to touch you without it driving her mad. Between her legs she felt a knowing tingle, one that got her entire body flushed and damp. Licking her lips, the doe gave you a knowing look.

Undressing Wanda was a true honor. She brought your hands her way, allowing you to tug and pull at the layers upon layers she chose to wear. Although shaky, she was exhilarated to find herself in a similar state of nudity as yours, even going as far as helping you remove her brassiere before her breasts were revealed.

“Fuck,” you murmured. Staring down at Wanda, you were frozen in place. Her breasts were perfect — pink, hardened nipples poking out as her creamy skin lay awaiting your approval. What you couldn’t easily get over was the wetness that was stricken between her legs oozing down onto the bed sheets you’d remind yourself to clean. “Oh my. Wanda, you’re so fucking gorgeous. Just look at yourself.” Your hands, with a mind of their own, each grabbed one of her breasts. The sweet tenderness of them made you groan out loud. “Baby you’re so perfect. Hmm I have the most beautiful little doe in the world.”

The stench of sex is what drove you mad as you slid your body against Wanda's; your skins were set aflame by one another’s, mouth instantly finding hers as you settled to have her in more ways than one. You couldn’t help the curiosity that slid your hands all over Wanda’s groping every area as you sloppily made out with her. Those gorgeous hips of hers wouldn’t stop moving at random, only hoping to be further touched where she sought you out the most.

“You tell me if it hurts and I’ll immediately stop,” you grunted against Wanda’s lips. Her legs held you in place as her arms wrapped themselves over your neck. “Can I touch you, baby?”

“Please,” Wanda begged. “I need you inside.”

As soon as she spit out the words, you did just as she wanted. Your dominant hand found her cunt. It was puffy and pink, flushed with juices that your thumb swirled around as it parted her folds. Poor thing was far too unbelievably drenched that your fingers could so easily ease themselves within her tight hole. Running your curious fingers along her slit, you couldn’t hold yourself back any longer.

Being inside Wanda made you weak. Your mind was hazy, eyesight blurry as you brought two digits to dip into her pussy. You slowly let them enter, thumbing at her bulbous clit from time to time as a means to let your lover relax. Loud moans were drowned out by your lips that danced lustfully with hers. You couldn’t believe the absolute warmth, the tight grip, and the ever-loving wetness that you felt inside Wanda.

“It feels so good,” Wanda choked out. She threw her head back, and rather than seek out her mouth, you ended wrapping your lips around one of her hardened nipples instead. “Y/N! Oh, oh! F-fudge!”

“You’re so cute,” you couldn’t help but laugh, the sound drowned out by your suckling of her rosy buds. “Hmm at this rate, you’ll barely last, Bambi. How fucking cute and mine.”

Even if your eyes stumbled upon them, you refused to make note of her healed scars apart from the mementary kisses over them. You had seen her suffer enough, and yet you hadn’t been there to witness the whole story. Wanda deserved to be adored, to be worshiped like the entity she was until every last drop of her could sense the grandiosity she was capable of.

Fingers thrust themselves deep inside the velvet walls that clung to you in a welcoming manner. You could barely move given her tightness, but with every simple action, Wanda relaxed even further to give you better access. She got used to it, the newfound feeling of being lovingly stretched out quickly turning to a favorite, all with her bundle of nerves thoroughly stimulated.

Just as she arrived, Wanda came with her eyes closed and mouth left agape. The tight knot that had formed within her abdomen was finally released as her heavy, mind blowing orgasm was shot through her being. She didn’t do much but scream, her moans turning out to be loud enough to wake the neighbors as her back arched far enough that her breasts were smothering your face. Ecstasy drove her to the brink of madness where she was hastily thrown off as you curled your finger upwards, successfully hitting the most tender area within Wanda.

“Shhh it’s okay, baby,” you cooed at her, brushing your forehead with Wanda’s. “I got you. Just let go for me. You’re being such a good girl, dear. The very best.”

Incoherently Wanda thanked you. She let out sobs rooted in joy as she hugged you close with shaky limbs. “Felt good,” the doe breathed out, voice broken and hoarse. “‘M a good girl.”

“You’re a very good girl, Wanda,” you reassured her. “My good girl.” At that, even in her exhausted state, Wanda beamed. “Now it’s time you rest up, baby. If you feel up for more, I’m here, but we gotta get you some water for now. Doesn’t that sound good?”

“Yeah,” Wanda choked out. “S’good.”

Brushing away the messy strands of brown hair from her face, you took in Wanda’s perfection. Surely your job was to protect her, but beyond that you were to love and treat her as the goddess you knew her to be. Kissing the top of her head, you promised to forever watch over her every need, and instantly satisfy it no matter what it took.

Lips lingered over Wanda’s forehead as you hummed. “It’s always going to be the two of us, Wanda. You’re finally home.”

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