#ex pietro maximoff x reader

[pietropatrol]

The Love You Want (Part 2/2)

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Pietro Maximoff was a great teammate and a great "friends with benefits." That was, until you fell for him but he started to push you away. Now he was just a teammate with benefits. A charity gala put on by Tony causes tension between you and the speedster. Why is he so upset anyway?

Pairing: Pietro x Reader

Warnings: sexual content, pining idiots, language, angst, past trauma, jealousy

Words: 3,359

The prestigious doctors Tony had wanted you to schmooze were an easy conversation for two reasons. 

One being you were a medical professional yourself. You were just a nurse practitioner in terms of your degree, but they were curious about how you used it in the field as an Avenger. Two, you were a walking medical miracle. 

The serum had made you not only able to let your body heal itself, but heal others. Though the latter was to a certain extent and you had learned that the hard way. 

The rule now was to stabilize with your powers if necessary, then treat medically until out of combat. Your powers could be depleted if you used them extensively on others, to the point your body is unable to heal yourself. 

Bucky slid up to your side with another drink after a few minutes. He inclined his head to you and you nodded in return. 

You would be okay… eventually. Would your heartache last for a few months? Yes. Pietro had been a fixation in your life for the last 2 years. You had never even entertained the thought of trying to be with someone else, officially or casually.

Why would you? You trusted no one outside of your team. At the rate it took to trust someone, it would be a decade before you’d be able to even try. You’d probably have to up your therapy sessions now too. 

When the band started up after their break, Bucky excused the pair of you and pulled you over to the dance floor. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked quietly. 

You shrugged, trying to ignore the sting returning to your eyes. “I basically told him I loved him, and then I broke it off.” 

“Did he say anything?” 

“No, he didn’t seem to know what to say.” Your voice was tight. “And when he did, I kept spewing my feelings at him. Like if I didn’t get it all out it was going to eat me alive.” 

“And how do you feel now?” Bucky glanced over your shoulder, face neutral at whoever he made eye contact with. 

“Is it pathetic of me to feel empty? How could I become so dependent on him? After everything that’s happened to me?” 

Bucky’s gaze softened on you. “Y/N, you’re not pathetic. You love Pietro, and he isn’t your ex. It’s okay that you are attached to him.” 

You hummed in response, not knowing what else to say. 

“I am going to give you my observation, okay? Pietro loves you too.”

You started to disagree. 

Bucky shook his head. “He has been stalking you since the moment you came back out here. His eyes have not left you. I’ve been watching him circle this atrium, ignore his date, and try to approach you multiple times.” 

“I told you, he’s possessive.”

“Why would he be if he didn’t love you? Sure, some other men out there may be possessive without love, but I’ve seen how protective he is of you too. On missions, he’s not ever far from you. And, I bet if I start putting the moves on you again he’s going to stop being a scared-cat and finally come over here.” 

“I’m just that good in bed is all, he doesn’t want to lose that,” you joked, though the words sounded hollow to your ears. 

Bucky rolled his eyes and pulled you in closer as he dipped his heads towards you. 

You didn’t even have time to pull your head back as you were swept into the arms of Pietro and on the other side of the dance floor. 

Bucky gave you a look that was clearly an ‘I told you so’ and went back to the bar.

“I don’t share, Y/N. I’ve told you this,” Pietro growled and it made your knees weak. Why was him being a possessive asshole hot to you? 

“And I thought I told you it was best for us to end whatever this is?” You gave him a pointed look. 

“So you jump right on the next available teammate?” 

“Sure, that’s what that was,” you spat. “Bucky is my new fuck buddy.” 

Pietro paused from leading you around the dance floor and narrowed his eyes in on you, searching for something. 

You stuck your chin out at him and didn’t speak a word. He could be the one to determine if that was true or not. If that was what he thought of you, so be it. 

“I’m selfish,” he admitted quietly. “I’ve been selfish with you and I’m sorry.” 

“For what?” 

“Saying for everything would be an easy out, but you deserve more than that.” His hand delicately curled into your waist. Your instincts screamed to move closer to him, to create more contact.

“You can start with bringing my own personal nemesis to this event, and starving me beforehand. I can’t scarf down the hors d’oeuvres without worrying I am going to end up on the ‘don’t’ section of their ‘Do’s and Don’ts’ column,” you replied, throwing a glare at Sierra who was already glaring at you. 

“You may end up in that section anyway for stealing her date.” He grinned teasingly down at you and your heart raced. It felt friendly in a way it hadn’t been for a long time. 

“Her date actually stole me from mine, why do they always blame women for men’s actions?” You scowled.

“Are you really here with Barnes officially?” 

“I would ask you the same thing about Lineheart, but I saw you physically recoil from her.” You rose your eyebrows at him. 

He had the decency to appear a little bit guilty. “I’m sorry for bringing her to get a rise out of you. I now realize what a bad idea that was.” 

“Wow, an apology and confession.” 

“Are you really here with Barnes?” Pietro insisted on knowing. 

“Well considering you made it so I would not remember this event was coming up—”

“I’m only half-sorry for that. The second half that is, when I didn’t remind you. The initial distraction I am quite proud of.” He cocked his head at you, watching the heat spread up your neck and cheeks. 

You shook your head to clear your thoughts. “No, I’m not here with Bucky. He found me while I was avoiding you and offered to help make you jealous.”

The flash of relief was apparent in Pietro’s eyes. “Because it looked very convincing.”

“Well, that is part of our jobs some days. Acting convincing. You and I have done it many times before.” 

The pair of you had done a few undercover missions that required you to be a couple. It was usually the most fun you had doing a job. 

“Yeah, but I like to think it’s because we have something real going on too.” Pietro’s thumb started stroking your side, making it difficult to not melt into him.

“I’m sure it helped for you, as apparently you are terrible at acting. But it was all a show to make you jealous. Which is immature, I know. But fight fire with fire. It got the point across didn’t it?” 

“Were you jealous?” Pietro asked, spinning you around again. 

“Truthfully, no.” You frowned and he frowned back at you. “I was more hurt than anything, and then I knew you were trying to make me jealous so I was pissed off.”

“I’m an idiot.” 

“Why would you even want me to be jealous, Pietro? It’s not like I’ve been the one pushing you away,” you said sharply. 

Pietro sighed and pulled you off the dance floor. “Can we go talk somewhere more quiet? I’ve fucked up this all up, and I don’t want to cross our wires wrong anymore.” 

“Yeah, I know a place.” 

****

“How did you know about this?” Pietro glanced around the rooftop garden, empty and off limits for this event. 

“I attended a S.H.I.E.L.D. event here a lifetime ago.” You took a swig from the bottle of champagne you stole from the kitchen on the way. 

Last time you had been up here, your parents and ex were in attendance and everything was seemingly perfect. Your ex was still a secret hydra agent the whole time after all.

“I hope it was a happy time.” 

“If I forget all that happened after, sure,” you said with a small laugh and handed the bottle to Pietro, who graciously accepted. “Not that I would want too, completely,” you added quietly.

“Y/N,” he started, turning to face you. You still looked out over the city, unsure and scared of what was going to be said. “I wish I could take back this last year.” 

You sucked in a sharp breath as an ache started to spread across through your chest. 

“After I am almost died for the second time in my life, I got scared for many reasons. And I didn’t handle it well. Do you know why I got hurt?” 

You shook your head, not trusting your voice at that moment. 

“I hesitated between you and Wanda. It took me a day or two to figure that out. I was going for Wanda but then I saw a gun on you and I changed course.” 

“I would have been fine,” you assured him. “I was fine.” 

“Which scared me even more. I know you will be fine 99% of the time. But in that moment all I could think about was protecting you. That what if that time it was the 1% of the time you wouldn’t be fine?” 

“Unlikely, but I get that.” You turned to him and met his intense gaze. “There is a 75% chance you’ll be fine, but that 25% feels so much bigger.” 

Pietro nodded and continued, “In that moment, you became more of a priority than Wanda, and that scared me. It still scares me. She has been my priority since we were children, but you overroad that. It felt like I betrayed her.” 

“Is that why she’s been mad at me since then?” You frowned. It had been hard to lose the close relationship with Wanda while Pietro was also pushing you away. 

“No. She’s mad at your for not breaking it off with me after I started pushing you away. She thinks you deserved better.” 

“The both of you are terrible at communication,” you mused, and turned back to look over the city. 

“Which brings me to also why I’ve been ass.” Pietro took a deep breath. 

“An astronomical ass,” you agreed. 

“Astronomical, yes. What scares me the most is loving you and losing you.” Your gaze snapped back to him, dumbfounded. “I thought that if I just pushed you away enough, I would never have to risk feeling that. I tried to quit you cold turkey, but I’m selfish and can’t go a week without your touch. I’m so selfish that I don’t want—”

“Wait—” 

“To see you with any other man. I don’t want another man to even—” 

“Pietro, wait—” 

“touch or flirt with you. But I realize now, I was going to lose you even more if I pushed you away.  I love you and I hurt you, and I’m so—” 

You covered his mouth with your hand, stunning him into silence. “You love me?” 

His quirked an eyebrow at you and pulled your hand away from his mouth. “Yes, I love you. What little I had of you was the only thing keeping me sane. But it was also driving me insane. It was torture to leave you abruptly every time when all I wanted to do was burrow further into you and never leave.” 

A shudder ran up your spine and Pietro smirked. You were simultaneously relieved, joyful, and annoyed at the same time at that look. 

“You’re a fucking idiot, you know that?” You smacked his shoulder. “When has pretending not to love someone ever worked? We’ve watched movies together where the hero hurts the love interest to protect them, and it doesn’t work.” 

“Well, those love interests weren’t also superheroes,” Pietro defended himself. 

“Do superheroes not also have feelings?” 

Pietro rolled his eyes. “Like you said, I’m an idiot.” 

“A fucking idiot,” you corrected. 

“You make me one, honestly,” he chuckled and reached out to caress your cheek.  “But it was more than a selfish decision too. Just so you know.” His thumbs brushed your cheek bones, leaving trails of tingling skin. “I got hurt and then you got hurt trying to help me. I thought pulling away would stop whatever we had going on and you would be safe if you were less inclined to save my ass.” 

“It was my decision to make!” you said, letting your annoyance penetrate every syllable. 

“Yes, but we didn’t know at the time that your powers can be drained. You may have been less likely to jump straight into a line of fire if I got hurt again.” 

“You’ve watched too many hero movies now that I think about it. So much so that you think like the hero. Doubting how stubborn the love interest is.” You narrowed your eyes at his amused expression. “Not realizing that as strongly as the hero feels for the love interest, the love interest feels just as much. That she would crawl through broken glass to save the hero.” 

“And I ask that you promise me not to, dragoste.” His hand slide onto the back of your neck and he pulled you flush to him. His heat welcome in the cool summer air. “It hurts me more to see you hurt because of me.” 

“Well, you’re going to have to learn to live without that promise.” You brushed your lips against his. “Would you make the same promise to me?” 

A rumble of disagreement vibrated in his chest and he held you tighter. “I can’t make that promise.” 

“Well, it appears we are at an impasse.” 

“Can we just agree not to get hurt as much as possible?” Pietro nuzzled into your neck, his hands skating down your spine. 

“I think I can try,” you snorted, tilting your head back to give him full access to you neck. 

“If you let me, I will love you with my whole being. I’ve been biting—” he nipped as the crook of your neck and you yelped. “—at the bit to do so for so long.” 

“I think the phrase is ‘champing at the bit’,” you breathlessly teased. “But I think I can be inclined to let you love me. Would you mind showing me?” 

Pietro pulled away momentarily, resulting in an annoyed grunt from you. 

“Were you going to let Barnes kiss you?” His eyes were dark and molten on yours. 

“If I said yes, you would get even more possessive and it’s kind of hot. But no, I was going to pull away when you intervened to keep me to yourself. Because I love you, Pietro.” 

“I can’t believe he was going to kiss you.” Pietro came back to your neck and his hands fiddled with the silk of your dress just above your ass. “And while you are painfully beautiful in your dress, I would much rather see you out of it.” 

****

Y/N Y/L/N CAUSING RIFT IN AVENGERS 

Tensions were high at last night’s Stark Industries gala. Y/N Y/L/N, a.k.a. Vitality, was seen to be getting extremely cozy with not only Bucky Barnes, a.k.a. Winter Soldier, but also Pietro Maximoff, a.k.a. Quicksilver. Our source says Y/L/N was all over Barnes at the beginning of the night until Maximoff almost came to blows with his teammate over her. How many more teammates has Y/L/N—

Your phone was ripped from your hands and tossed onto the nightstand. You looked up to see Pietro, only wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and holding the morning’s provisions he had just gone in search of.

“Do not read that garbage,” he chided, “She’s going to be up your ass for a bit but she’ll get bored.” 

“She is not going to let this go anytime soon, Piet. You poked the proverbial bear by basically ghosting her.  And she saw us leave together!” 

“Everyone saw us leave together, because I wanted them to,” Pietro admitted and slid the plate over to you. It was an assortment of fruits and a couple of bagels. 

“Well you succeeded. I will avoid the internet for the foreseeable future. Your fangirls are going to have a field day with me,” you sighed and stifled a yawn. 

Pietro’s eyes tracked your movements and trailed to your bare backside. “I could get used to this.” 

“Used to what?” you played dumb, wanting to hear the answer. 

“You naked in our bed every morning.” 

You paused from grabbing a strawberry. “Our bed?” 

“You’re moving into my room,” he stated, sliding up over your back and ghosting his lips over your shoulder before he bit down at the base of your neck. 

You did you best not to gurgle in response. That spot always sent every nerve into a frenzy. 

“I will not spend another night or morning away from you, if I can help it,” he murmured and gripped your hip bones in his warm, skillful hands.

“Your moving this fast, huh Maximoff?” you tried to keep a level tone, but your voice still came out breathy as he pinned you further to mattress under his weight. 

“This,” he emphasized by pressing himself into your backside, letting you feel just what he meant, “has been going on for two years, dragoste. So not fast at all. Besides, some things don’t need to be fast. I can be quite good at taking things slow, as you know.” 

His teeth nibbled at you again. “I know all to well, you are torturously slow sometimes,” you panted. 

“You love the result though, no?” His lips began to trail down your back. 

You bit back a moan as he hiked your hips up, ass in the air. His fingers dancing dangerously over you clit. You tried to push again him, but he quickly held you in place.

“So eager, dragoste? It’s only been an hour.” 

You growled in frustration. “Wipe that smirk off your face, Pietro.” 

“You can’t even see my face,” he argued. 

“Oh, eat me.”

“Gladly,” he grinned, “after you answer my question.” 

“Of course,” you whined, aching from the teasing. 

“Good girl.”

His mouth was on you before you could even moan from being called a good girl. 

****

“Alright, who won?” Tony looked around to the team that had made it to the kitchen that morning. 

“Won what?” Nat asked.

“The bet.” 

“What bet?” 

“For how long it would take Pietro and Y/N to acknowledge their feelings and go public. I had 1 year since we placed the bet, we’re at 10 months since the bet.” Tony looked to Wanda, Steve, and Bruce. 

“You guys knew?” Nat gaped at them. 

“You didn’t?” Steve was shocked. “Nat, even I could see it.” 

“No, Steve knows only because he was unfortunate to walk in on them in the sparing room onetime. They did not notice,” Tony rolled eyes. 

“And you Bruce?” Nat asked, she couldn’t believe she’d not seen it.

“I was unfortunate to walk in on them in the med bay once after a missions, they did not notice.” Bruce grimaced. “I just needed a bandaid.” 

“All I needed to see was their constant fuck me eyes to know. It sometimes can come off as playful or antagonistic looks, but they may be one and the same for them.” Tony shrugged. 

“Well, I lost. I thought it would only take a month for them to work their shit out,” Wanda groaned. 

“I had six months, so that puts me four months off,” Steve sighed. 

“I had three months, I had more faith in them than I should have,” Bruce conceded.

“Well that makes me the winner. They are both stubborn idiots. What’s our next wager? When to expect a mini-avenger now that they are bound to be stupid-in-love idiots?” Tony teased. 

“Not funny, Stark,” Nat grunted.

***

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[togrowoldinv]

Stress Relief

Milf!Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader

When Wanda calls, you always meet up with her. Sometimes in her very roomy minivan

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, mommy kink, Wanda taking out some aggression, strap on use, fingering, semi-public car sex

Note: It’s midnight and milf Wanda is on my mind. Enjoy!

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When Wanda called you, you could tell she was upset. Her voice sounded desperate and loaded with anger. Her ex husband hadn’t shown up to the twins’ soccer game.

He never does, but still, Wanda thought maybe this time would be different. She said the boys went home with Pietro and she wanted to see you.

Wanda does this. She calls you when she needs a release because she knows you let her do anything to you. So, you wait for her outside your house now.

When she arrives, you get in the car and greet her.

“Hey Wands,” you say happily. She wears a look of distaste on her face. She’s really angry this time. You change your tone. Do you want to go eat or something?”

“Actually, I think I really just want to do this really quick and then get some sleep,” Wanda says. “Can we do that, honey?”

You nod. You don’t say no to her. Wanda turns off the car and moves her seat further back. The minivan is surprisingly roomy as she makes room for you to join her in the driver’s seat area.

“Come here,” Wanda says, gesturing to her lap. You climb over the center console and straddle her waist.

When you kiss her, you sink further into her body. It’s then that you feel the hardness in her pants. She really needs stress relief when she wears a strap.

“Oh,” you mumble against her lips as she ruts her hips up against your center. “Wanda.”

“You like that, baby?” She asks. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”

You groan and kiss her harder. Wanda reciprocates and begins to take lift your dress up. Her hands work deftly to pull the material over your head. You really hope none of your neighbors can see you right now.

“I want you to ride my cock, sweetheart,” Wanda says. She opens her pants and pulls out the long, skin colored appendage.

She brushes the tip over your folds. Your wetness soaks the strap. Wanda coos softly as she slips the fake cock into you and lets you adjust.

“You okay?” She asks. You know it’s your last warning before she takes out her stress.

“I’m good, baby. So good,” you say.

“You take me so well,” Wanda says. She begins to move her hips slowly as the cock slips in and out of you. “So wet and tight.”

Your hips begin to move with hers and meet her movements. Every inch of the strap is deep inside you. Wanda is enamored by the way you take her.

Soon, Wanda picks up her pace. Her face twists in concentration as she plunges in and out of you in quick movements. You won’t last much longer at this rate.

“Fuck Wanda,” you moan out. “Take it all out on me, mommy.”

That encourages her to go harder and to kiss you again. Her kiss is sloppy, mostly her tongue and your open mouth from being fucked like this. You feel that familiar feeling in your stomach.

“I’m gonna come,” you say quietly. Most of your energy spent on riding her.

“Come for mommy, baby. Show me how you’re a good girl who listens to me,” Wanda says.

Her words are enough to tip you over the edge. You come hard and fast onto the fake cock that Wanda still moves inside of you. She pulls out when you’ve relaxed against her, your head resting on her shoulder.

“Can you take care of me now?” Wanda asks. “Please.”

You nod against her before moving to kneel in front of you. She goes to remove the strap but you stop her.

“I want to suck your cock,” you say. Wanda doesn’t argue with that. She watches as you take the length in your mouth.

Wanda thrusts her hips to push the cock further down your throat. She pushes you to your limits but you enjoy the pleasure and the pain.

“Fuck that’s so good,” Wanda groans. “So fucking good.”

You move the strap to the side and rub your fingers over her folds as you continue to suck on the cock. Wanda’s hips stutter at the feeling of your fingers entering her.

She’s as wet and tight as you were. The feeling is so perfect as you fuck her with your fingers.

“Y/n!” Wanda shouts as she gets close to her peak.

You hum against her strap as your fingers pick up pace. Wanda comes hard against your fingers. You take your cum-covered fingers and suck them.

“Fuck that’s hot,” Wanda says. Her eyes are glued to yours.

She pulls you back up to straddle her lap. You kiss her fervently.

“Do you feel better?” You ask her, breathless from the kiss.

“I do. Thank you,” Wanda says. She glances at her watch. “I really have to be going now.”

“So soon?”

“Oh, you’ll be okay without me, sweetheart. I’ll call you when I need you,” Wanda says. Her voice is filled with faux pity.

You pout a little but Wanda kisses it away. The two of you get clothed again and you kiss her goodbye.

When you get out of the car, you see your neighbor Natasha eyeballing you. You wave and she chuckles as she waves back. You wonder how much she saw, and why you don’t mind if she saw it.

You’ll always answer Wanda’s call and let her take you anyway she pleases.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Revolving Around You

Beefy!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your ex, Wanda Maximoff, invites you to her wedding. You have no reason to go, but find a reason to stay.

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, alcohol consumption, and smoking weed

A/N: I really just wanted to write some Natasha fluff and I used the prompt [ wedding ] our muses are sat at the same table at a wedding for a mutual friend

You stared down at the invitation you had received from your long since ex, Wanda Maximoff, she'd be getting married soon. You really didn't talk much with Wanda anymore not since she got together with Vision, but when you did meet up and talk everything was fine.

You weren't expecting this though. Not this soon anyways as you stared down in shock at the lovely scarlet invite to their Spring wedding two months from now. Should you go? She sent the invite so obviously she wants you there, right? You grabbed your phone, scanning the QR code on the invite. It brought you to a page themed in such a way you could only assume it was their wedding theme. You checked off the box to RSVP. You held your breath after hitting send and even once the confirmation came through. Now you had to go through with it.

The ceremony was beautiful. Outside in the blossoming flower fields and apple trees of a rented out pasture. It honestly was a beautiful sight to behold. You'd gone wearing a light blue dress that fell at your mid thigh and a matching pair of open toed heels. Your hair in a half updo of a bun, the rest falling gracefully over your shoulders.

The reception itself was held in a renovated barn on the property. The table you were sitting at you knew no one. Well you didn't know anyone really at the wedding. You knew Wanda, Pietro, Vision, and the parents.

As everyone found their seats a raspy voice called out, “Looks like you're my seat mate for the next however many hours Wanda decides this reception should last.” Your head turned to see a red head, her hair in various braids. She wore a fitting suit that did absolutely nothing to hide all the muscles beneath the fabric. You could see her ear was covered in piercings along with her eyebrow and septum from the profile view you were currently getting. You couldn't help, but stare at the beauty sitting next to you. As you went to respond to the red head, she was shrugging off the suit jacket. The button up and tie she wore were almost the same as your dress. In fact if anyone were to give a quick glance they probably wouldn't be able to tell the difference. She hung the jacket on the chair. Turning towards you and as she rolled up her sleeves, revealing the double sleeves of tattoos on her arms.

“Wow…they're beautiful…” you meant to keep that thought in your head, but it slipped past your lips. A blush adorning your face as you turned away to hide.

“Well thank you pretty girl.” She leaned onto the table, all her attention on you as you downed your drink, suddenly feeling like you couldn't swallow. A chuckle falling past the redhead's lips. “I'm Natasha by the way, what's your name? Though I'll probably stick to calling you pretty girl with a reaction like that.” You looked over to see her smirking, another blush coming to your cheeks.

“Y/N…” you spoke quietly, but Natasha heard and tested it on her tongue,

“Y/N…hmmm I think that's a beautiful name that suits a pretty girl like you.”

A few hours into the reception you and Natasha are talking as if you've known each other your whole lives. Once the dance floor opens up after the first dance, Natasha holds out her hand. “Care to dance, pretty girl?” Her sultry voice finds your ears, sending a shiver through you. You don't speak a word, instead opting to just set your hand in hers. The way her hand held yours felt perfect, it felt right.

Her hand in yours, the other holding your waist as yours sat on her shoulder. She led the dance of you two and everything around you faded away. It was only Natasha. All you wanted to do was lean in and kiss the redhead, but you controlled yourself even though your head was swimming from the alcohol you've been consuming.

“You're, like, really handsome and beautiful.” You blurt out making her chuckle.

“Well pretty girl now that we've both said what we think about each other's appearance maybe we could go on a date outside of this wedding?” She offers cocking the pierced brow at you.

“Where do you live?” you slurred, looking up at her.

“New York.” Your eyes lit up, getting up closer to her face.

“Me too!” She smiled, leading you two outside the reception hall. Grabbing her jacket on the way out, setting it on your shoulders. The air had gotten cold now that the sun was down, but a bonfire was being lit by Vision's brother Tony and Wanda's brother Pietro.

You wanted to go over and get a seat, but Natasha had you against the wall. She wasn't holding you there, but she towered over you as she pulled you closer.

“Are you cold?” She asked in a low voice.

“Only a little. Your jacket is helping and your body heat...” Your voice trails off as you wrap your arms around her waist. You looked up at the redhead who took a hand to your cheek. Her thumb brushing gently over your skin.

“I could warm you up a bit more if you’d like?” You bit the inside of your lip, nodding your head as she pulled you against her, lifting you onto your tip toes as your lips brushed together. “Is this okay?” You didn’t answer verbally as you leaned up further to press your lips into hers. Your hands fisting her shirt and you were sure you wrinkled the fabric, but neither of you could bring yourself to care as you went from a simple kiss to her tongue swiping across your lip asking for entrance. When you opened your mouth for her and her tongue made its way into your mouth you realized she had a tongue piercing too, making you moan into her. She pulled you closer and didn’t pull away until you both were desperate for air.

She looked down at you with a satisfied smile. You knew you probably looked a bit hazy, the alcohol still swimming in your brain. You were normally much more reserved than this, but with everything that was happening you would have let Natasha take you right here in front of everyone and not cared one bit. Instead the two of you shared a handful of slow soft kisses as little whimpers and moans escaped you. It had been too long and you wanted her so badly, but one of your major rules was no sex on the first date and this wasn’t even a first date. This is a first meeting.

After Natasha had her fill with kissing you she pulled out a joint, flicking a lighter to it until you saw the paper start to burn, red glowing as she inhaled. As she exhaled she looked up towards the sky. You watched the cloud of smoke leave her lips, your jaw slack as you watched feeling a dampness pool between your thighs.

When Pietro came over he handed you a drink and asked if he could take a hit from Natasha who didn't mind as the two caught up. You stood there in awe, downing your drink, as the two went back and forth with the joint and with conversation.

Eventually the three of you made your way over to the bonfire. Wanda sat on Vision's lap as stories were told amongst friends and family. Natasha had sat down and practically mirrored Wanda when she pulled you to sit on her lap. You bit the inside of your lip as she held you against her, carrying on in her conversations. Your eye caught Wanda's, a knowing smirk on her face making you huff and look down.

“What's wrong pretty girl?” You felt Natasha's cheek press against your arm.

“Nothing…” you tried to lie, but she gripped your hip tight. A moan wanting to rip through you. “W-Wanda was looking…” you quietly admitted.

“Didn't the two of you date for a bit?” You nodded in response. “I'm surprised she let you go for someone like him.” Your head turned to face her. “Wanda's my best friend, but I think she's stupid for letting you go.” You felt your whole body go hot and a puddle between your thighs.

“T-thanks Natasha.” You spoke shyly, turning yourself more into her, burying your face against her. The alcohol was wearing off and you were getting tired without more being added into your system.

“Get comfy sweetie. I'm gonna keep talking with my friends.” Natasha's hand found your back, pulling you close. Her other arm hooking around your thighs to hold you there. You smiled against her. You thought this whole thing would be disastrous seeing your ex getting married, but meeting Natasha and getting to spend the whole evening together. Getting to kiss her and her just holding you in her arms. You hadn’t felt this happy or this secure in...you couldn’t even remember how long. You slowly fell asleep against her chest, listening to her heart beat, the sounds of people talking and the bonfire crackling.

[oizysian]

Hi, i have a request for you.

I was thinking about yn and Wanda being nat's ex. Even if Nat was in a relationship she doesn't commit to that person so it's obvious that she cheated on them.

The thing is they didn't know each other, yn knew pietro but didn't know about his twin, so when he introduced them, yn when she talked to Nat about previous relationship, Nat said Wanda's name so when they were alone, she has to ask about Nat and if she knew her, of course she did and they talked about her, about everything she did, etc..

From that day, they kept texting and having calls, and they went on a date. You know, the thing is being someone's ex and having something good from that experience.

Sorry if I explain bad the idea.

Home | Wanda Maximoff

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader, past Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader, past Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: talks of past cheating, drinking

Word count: 1.7k

•

“You gotta move on, Y/N.”

“Yeah, I know, Piet.”

“You keep saying that, but you’re still here moping.” He plopped down on the couch next to me. “Why don’t you come to my place tonight? We can have a real boys night.” I raised my eyebrow at him and he smiled.

“A boys night?”

“A gender neutral night. My sister is also visiting from Sokovia, so you can finally meet her.”

“It’ll be nice to put a face with all the good things you’ve told me about her.”

“Yeah, Wanda’s great. You’ll love her.”

I forgot his sister's name was Wanda. Natasha mentioned a Wanda once or twice before. Was it the same girl?

“I’m sure I will.”I paused, gathering my thoughts before speaking again. “Did … does Wanda know Natasha?”

“Everyone knows Natasha.” He rolled his eyes. “I told you not to get involved with her.”

“I know, you’ve told me hundreds of times and I never listened.”

“You never listened.” He agreed. “Now let’s get you ready for gender neutral night.”

•

Pietro was attempting to fix his stereo when the doorbell rang.

“Can you get it? It’s Wanda.”

“Sure.” I replied, getting up from the couch with my beer and heading to the front door.

I opened it to reveal a beautiful - no - gorgeous girl with brown hair, dark makeup and clothes and tons of rings adorning her fingers.

“H-Hi.” I stuttered and she smiled. I was completely captivated by her.

“Hello. You must be Y/N.” Her voice was smooth like chocolate and her accent thick.

“I am. You’re Wanda.”

“I am.” Her accent was much thicker than Pietro’s, probably because she still resided in Sokovia.

“Come in.” I moved to the side and let her enter, closing the door behind her.

“Sis!” Pietro called out, finally giving up with his ancient, broken stereo and coming to meet his sister at the door.

“Piet!” She greeted him back, throwing her arms around his neck in a crushing hug.

I watched them silently, nervous that I was intruding on a private moment considering he hadn’t seen his sister in quite a few months. They parted, excitedly looking at each other before he turned his attention to me.

“I see you already met Y/N.” We nodded in unison. “She’s my best friend, you know.” He said to Wanda and she looked me over quickly.

“I know. I’ve heard a lot about you, Y/N.”

“All good I hope!” I chirped and she smiled.

“Same to you about whatever lies he’s told you about me.”

“No lies!” He threw his hands up in surrender. “When do I lie?”

“When you’re trying to bed a new girl.” She quipped and he shrugged.

“Okay, you got me there.” He gestured to her with his hands. “Come in, come in! Grab a beer, I’m just getting the music working.”

“Do you still have that old stereo we had back when you still lived in Sokovia?”

“Of course!” He said as we walked into the living room, returning to his spot in front of the stereo and tinkering with it again. “This thing has got me through some rough times.”

“Hm, many nights we stayed up late listening to your stolen CD’s.”

“Stolen?” I raised an eyebrow at him and he smiled cheekily.

“I prefer the term ‘borrowed.’”

She nodded and I sipped at my beer. Realizing she didn’t have a drink in hand, I made a gesture to the kitchen.

“Would you like a drink? I can get you one.”

“Sure.”

I smiled and turned to retrieve a beer for Wanda. In the kitchen, I went into the fridge and grabbed three drinks, knowing Pietro and I would need a new one soon, and returned to the twins with fresh beers in hand.

“Here you go.” I offered one to Wanda and she took it, popping off the top with ease and taking a gulp. “Definitely your sister.” I laughed, handing Pietro his fresh drink.

“She gets some things from me.”

“Nothing good.”

They tipped their bottles at each other and laughed. Wanda and I took a seat on the couch and watched as Pietro worked on his ancient piece of technology.

I bit my lip in thought, wondering if I should bring up Natasha. It had been bugging me all day that Wanda might’ve been the Wanda Nat spoke about, and I just had to know if she treated Wanda as poorly as she did me.

“So, Wanda,” I said a bit nervously, shifting my beer from my left hand to my right. “When was the last time you were here?”

“About two years ago.” She said casually, sipping her drink. “Went through a nasty breakup and headed back to Sokovia to recover.”

“I told you both to stay away from that Natasha!” He yelled over his shoulder. “Nobody ever listens to me.”

“You dated Natasha too?” She asked and I nodded.

“Yeah, we, uh, actually just broke up. Like, yesterday.”

“I am not surprised. Natasha has problems with commitment.”

“You’re telling me.” I took a gulp of my beer. “But, she has no problem finding other women to commit to for a night.”

“Same old Natasha.”

Wanda and I spoke as Pietro tried getting the music working, realizing we had a lot in common - other than the fact that we both got burned by Natasha.

By the end of the night, we had exchanged numbers and promised to keep in touch and hang out while she was still in town.

She messaged me the next morning asking if I wanted to go out for breakfast, and I accepted. After that, we spent nearly every day of her time here together, with and without Pietro in tow.

When she finally returned to Sokovia, I was pretty depressed, but I tried not to show it. Pietro read me like a book, knowing almost instantly that I had a crush on his baby sister.

“It’s not like that.” I protested, but he just laughed at me.

“Yeah, and I bedded the Queen of England.”

I gave him a look and he smiled. Of course he had to go and be a smart ass. I looked down at my hands folded in my lap, twisting the lone ring on my pointer finger. Why did he have to be right about Wanda? I had just gotten out of a rough relationship with Natasha - I didn’t want to hurt Wanda by rushing into things. I wasn’t even sure if she felt the same.

“She’s … she’s special.” I spoke softly, still not looking up at him. “I don’t know, Piet, I just …”

“I get it, Y/N. You’re scared.” He sat down next to me. “Normally, I wouldn’t encourage someone to date my sister, but you're my closest friend. I know you won’t hurt her. And I know she won’t hurt you.”

I looked up at him, surprised at his words. Did he really not mind me possibly being with his sister?

“Don’t get it twisted,” he said with a chuckle. “I don’t want to hear about you sleeping with her.” He made a face. “But, I do want you both to be happy.”

I played with my fingers nervously, nodding. I was happy to have his blessing, but I still was unsure. Wanda and I had been talking for a few weeks now, even video calling each other after she left for Sokovia, but I was truly afraid of hurting her the way Natasha hurt me. Not that I would ever cheat on her, but I was just unreasonably scared.

“Talk to her about it.” It was almost as if he read my mind. “She’ll understand if you just communicate with her.”

Agreeing with him, I pulled out my phone and messaged Wanda that I needed to talk to her about something and she almost instantly called me.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“Wanda.” I said, happy to hear her voice. “Nothing. I just … I wanted to talk.”

Pietro gave me a nod and left the room, giving me space and privacy to talk to Wanda.

“What about?”

“Us.” That was the extent of my bravery. The silence between us wasn’t uncomfortable but I was very nervous and it made me feel uneasy.

“What about us?”

“We … I mean, we’ve been talking and I feel like we’re getting ��� close. I just … I wanted to …”

“Y/N,” she said softly. “I agree with you, we have been getting close.” I held my breath. “And I’m so happy about that. I really like you.”

“I like you too, Wanda.” I admitted bashfully. “I’m just … afraid.”

“Afraid of what, detka?” She asked and I blushed at her using a pet name for me.

“Afraid of hurting you.” I whispered into the phone. “Natasha … she …”

“I know.” She said quietly. “I know what she did. But, you are nothing like her. I trust you. I know you won’t do anything to hurt me.”

I was silent for a moment. She was able to quell my fears with just a few words. She knew exactly what I was afraid of without me even having to tell her.

“When are you coming back to New York?” I questioned breathlessly and I heard her chuckle softly.

“Well, I wanted it to be a surprise, but I was planning to come in next week.”

I perked up instantly, smiling like a lovesick teen.

“So, I’ll see you soon.”

“You will.”

•

When Wanda’s plane finally landed from Sokovia to New York, I was there waiting for her at the airport to surprise her. Pietro was supposed to pick her up originally, but we had arranged it so that I would be the one to meet her.

When she saw me, she ran into my arms, dropping her bags and wrapping her arms around my neck tight.

“I missed you so much.” She breathed against my neck and I squeezed my eyes shut to prevent the happy tears from falling.

“I missed you too.”

She pulled away from me, her hands still on my shoulders and looked into my watery eyes, her own glistening with unshed tears as well.

“I’m so happy you’re here.” I said, my gaze falling to her lips.

“Me too.”

For a brief moment, I hesitated, but from the look in her eyes and the force pulling us together, we closed the distance between us. I never felt such fire until this moment.

Her lips were soft and she tasted like strawberries. I held her close, savoring the feel and taste of her.

She was home.

[pretty-little-mind33]

Pietro Maxmioff x fem!reader

Summary: You're sad when Pietro almost misses your birthday.

Prompt: second chance - "You're really the prettiest girl I have ever seen."

Warnings: emetophobia (reader is drunk and she…yk)

~ kinda inspired by The Moment I Knew - T.S ~

PIETRO MAXIMOFF MASTERLIST

BLUE MASTERLIST

Your twenty-second birthday was supposed to be special. You only turn twenty-two once after all and to your detriment, all you could focus on was the fact that the one boy you wanted to see the most didn't even bother showing up. 

His sister spent the entire evening feeding you excuse after excuse, starting with "he's just late," and if her brother wasn't exceptionally fast, making his tardiness even less impressive, you may have believed her.

You don't blame her for the excuses. He's her brother. 

By midnight, you're completely shit-faced as your friends try distracting you from Pietro's absence—however, you aren't having any of it as you hold yourself up at the kitchen counter and ramble. "I know he's my ex and all, but it's my birthday. He knows how important my birthday is to me," you huff. 

You reach for another shot glass when your ankle twists and you start to fall forwards. Luckily, or unluckily, for you, Pietro sprints into the kitchen at the same time, skidding to a stop in front of you as he hooks his hand under your armpits and holds you up.

"Careful, moje srdce (my heart)," he whispers almost into the shell of your ear and you shiver.

You're in no state to be happy to see him now, no matter how desperately you want to be. "Fuck off," you slur, pushing him away from you. "You don't get to play the fucking hero now, you jerk."

Pietro's hand steadies your waist and you stumble, slumping against him. He sends Wanda a look and she ushers the rest of your friends out of the kitchen as Pietro leads you into the nearby bathroom. 

"Up you go, Princezna (Princess)," he says as he hoists you up to sit on the counter. 

When he looks at you he frowns, knowing your tells from when you had been dating. "Sakra, drahoušku (oh shit, darling)," he mutters and speeds you down to the toilet bowl, holding your hair as the motion from his movement initiates your well-needed vomiting.

You cough, feeling so stupid as your head hurts. 

"Shhh," Pietro's thumb rubs along your hairline. 

After a few moments of not puking, he lifts you onto the sink again after helping you wash your mouth. His hand stays steady on your hips as your hands find his shoulders. You're having trouble focusing on him but you manage to ask.

"Why didn't you show up? I- I thought we had decided to be friends," you whisper, clearly hurt.

Pietro winces. How can he be honest with you and tell you the reason he didn't come sooner was because he wasn't planning on coming at all? He couldn't bear the thought of not having you in the way he had you on your last birthday. He couldn't bear watching you be happy without him, and some sick part of him revels in the fact that you weren't. 

But he couldn't say any of those things to you. 

"I'm sorry, Y/n," he says instead, cupping your cheek.

You turn your head away from him. "I looked so pretty earlier," you sniff, tears pooling in your eyes. "So pretty and you didn't see it. You only see me like this."

Pietro's eyes soften and he shakes his head. "You're still so pretty."

"Don't lie to me," you sniff and look at him now. 

Pietro laughs and then narrows his icy blue eyes. "I am not, Princezna (Princess) You're really the prettiest girl I have ever seen."

His words cause warmth in your stomach and your eyes flicker to his lips. You miss him. You want to kiss him so badly. You want him. 

Pietro senses this and as much as he wants this too, he can't now. One of his hands moves from your waist and insteadrests on your thigh as he rubs soothing circles into your skin with his thumb. "As much as I'd love to kiss you, you're drunk. We'll save that for later, hm?" he teases and instead kisses your cheek. 

Your heart flutters. Is this a good idea? Kissing him again? Because kissing leads to more and last time it had been more, you'd both messed up your relationship severely.

"I don't want to mess this up again," you tell him, your intoxication making you more honest. 

Pietro smiles. "I am still utterly in love with you, Y/n. Haven't been able to stop since we broke up. There is no more messing up for me. This is it," he whispers and looks into your eyes, meaning every word. 

"Why did we break up?" you whisper, even sober you wouldn't have been able to pinpoint why. You had just been two dumb kids. 

"I don't know," Pietro mirrors your thoughts. "But we shouldn't have."

You nod, chewing on your lip as you lean into him and his hand returns to your waist. As drunk as you are, you feel safe in his arms. 

"No, we really shouldn't have,"

tags: @tansgirlfriend, @brokeaesthetic, @sayitlikethecheese, @lqrlei, @princesssunderworld

[idkwhatever580]

Always remember the things she said

Masterlist

Based on the song “as good a reason” by Paris Paloma (the girl who wrote “labor”)

Pairings: Natasha romanoff x reader | Wanda maximoff x reader!platonic\older sister vibes | Wanda maximoff x Natasha romanoff!platonic\older sister vibes again

Prompt: two occasions happen where Natasha and y/n give their sisterly advice to Wanda, and she’s the first one to connect the dots.

Warnings: swearing, songfic

A/N: guys I love a good songfic. this is giving me life right now btw. I’m living for this song.

Here’s the song if you want to listen. It’s not important that you hear it but it’s soooo good

Wanda and Pietro just joined the team.

Of course Pietro was busy recovering from almost bleeding out, and Wanda was getting tested for her abilities.

After most of the screenings were done she was pretty tired. And you were there to help her settle in.

You went with her to the party that night since Tony used their presence as a good reason to celebrate.

Wanda had sat next to you the whole night almost as you were elegant and beautiful in your own right. And you knew it. Suddenly she speaks up after not having said much more than a peep all night.

“You really know what you’re doing.”

“Hm?”

“I mean. You look like you love yourself so much and it’s attractive to everyone. It draws eyes towards you. The way you carry yourself”

You smile and thank her and nod your head.

“I didn’t always know how to own the room.”

She turns her head and says

“When did you change? Or become like this?”

You smile and say

“Can I tell you a story?”

She nods interested now.

You sit back as you recall that fateful night.

“One night. I was at a party not unlike this one.”

Wanda nods along and you start

“I met a woman with lips so red. A face so lined like spider webs. I’ll always remember the things she said. They were so wise, she opened my eyes and they’ll never close again.”

Wanda asked

“What’d she say? What did she do?”

You smile at her innocence and intrigue

“Oh how she sighed when she stubbed her cigarette. I felt compelled to enquirer of her success. ‘How do you do, how can you be so in love with yourself? Tell me please cause I need help’”

I smile at my youthful innocence and say

“I was just like you in that moment I guess. Which is why I’m telling you this story.”

Wanda is already on the edge of her seat.

“She said… ‘Every time you are succeeding there’s an old man somewhere seething, and spite’s as good a reason to take his power. When you hate the body you are in, oh love, you’re acting just for him as he counts his gold and green in his ivory tower.’”

I take a sip of my drink and say

“I was being manipulated by one of my exes. And she helped me realize I didn’t even like him and I freed myself from his grasp with her help. ‘Our fear it lines his pockets love, so take that rage and bottle up and put a drop into his cup of wine. You don’t need him you don’t need me. With that poisoned bottle you’ll be free, but be damn sure you don’t mix it up with mine.’”

I smile at Wanda’s face. She’s incredibly sweet.

“What happened to the woman?”

I chuckle and say

“Well, I did exactly what she said not to do”

Wanda furrows her eyebrows and says

“What? But you’re doing what she said to do right now yes?”

I smile and say

“Partially. See. The first part I listened to yes. But the second part. I didn’t listen so good.”

Wanda tilts her head slightly and says

“What did you do?”

“I mixed my poison with hers. But not in the way you might think. I simply fell in love with her”

Her eyes widen and she’s on the edge of her seat

“What happened to her though?”

I smile and say

“We got married.”

Wanda looks shocked and she says

“You’re married?!”

I hush her and say

“Yes but not many people know. It’s to keep her safe in a way. Being an avenger is risky. I wouldn’t want the love of my life to get hurt now would I?”

Wanda shakes her head and we continue on with the night without another question.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Wanda has been with the avengers for a few months now and she’s been adjusting perfectly.

She is like family to them and she is at a gala sitting next to Natasha. You were drug off by Tony to talk to people. And to pass the time Wanda says

“Tell me a story.”

Natasha raises a brow and says

“A story?”

Wanda nods her head and says

“Like. Something that has happened to you that you’ve never told someone. That has a meaning behind it I guess. I guess what I’m asking is tell me a story and give me advice as well”

Natasha smiles when she pictures the perfect memory in her head.

“I’ve got a story. A few years ago I was at a party.”

Wanda nods along

“I met a young girl with eyes so bright. She was already getting sick of life. She had this boy who was controlling her basically. Her arms were laden with his merchandise. She asked me why I no longer try and waste my time and I said ‘spite’”

With a smirk Natasha continues

“I said… ‘Cause every time you are succeeding. There’s an old man somewhere seething, and spite’s as good a reason to take his power. When you hate the body you are in, oh love, you’re acting just for him as he counts his gold and green in his ivory tower.”

Wanda furrows her eyebrows as she recognizes those words.

“‘Our fear it lines his pockets love so take that rage and bottle up and put a drop into his cup. You don’t need him you don’t need me, with that poisoned bottle you’ll be free, but be damn sure you don’t mix it up with mine.”

Wanda mumbles the last words trying to recall where she had heard it before

“Be damn sure you don’t mix it up with mine”

When she makes the connection she says

“And then you ended up marrying her!”

Natasha furrows her eyebrows in shock and she says in a hushed tone

“How did you know that?”

Wanda responds

“She told me”

“Y/n told you that we’re married? We agreed to not tell anyone without each others consent.”

Wanda shakes her head.

“She told me her point of view of that exact moment and said ‘I met a woman with lips so red. Always remember the things she said’ and I remembered that she said that she married the woman but she didn’t tell me anything else. And I put two and two together and boom baby!”

Natasha smiles and says

“You’re the first person to figure it out. It’s funny because I told her not to mix our poisons and we did”

Wanda smiles and says

“I think you work well together. Like your poisons complement each others.”

Natasha smiles and says

“Thank you. And good job at remembering the woman’s words”

She smirks and Wanda giggles.

You finally break free from the people talking to you and you immediately make your way over to Natasha and Wanda and say

“Up to no good?”

Nat turns around and says

“Actually. Wanda has something she’d like to tell you”

You look at her waiting for her to say it and she gets all shy

“Um. I know who the woman with lips so red is”

Your eyebrows raise in surprise and you say

“Nat? Did you tell her?”

Nat shakes her head and she says

“She figured it out all by herself. She’s a smart one”

You nod your head and say

“I always knew she was smarter than she let on. Congrats on being the first to find out.”

Wanda nods her head and she says

“You shouldn’t hide it. I think you would be New Yorks top power couple”

You sigh and say

“It’s for our own protection. If we were to let that out someone might use us against the other”

Wanda nods and says

“But you have each other. You know you’ll come for each other. You know every avenger would drop everything to help you”

I nod and say

“You’re right. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to soft launch”

Nat smiles and says

“Let’s do it”

I grab my ring from my necklace that keeps it there and I put it on my finger. As does Natasha and Wanda smiles and claps excitedly

“I feel like a proud sister!”

I smile and say

“Good. You are our sister.”

She smiles and says

“Slay”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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[randomshyperson]

As It Was (Part 2) - Milf!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Once the truth is out, will you be able to forget and forgive the past, or the weight of choices be heavier than the feelings you and Wanda never learned to outgrow? | The Second Part is more based on "Satellite" than "As It Was" tbh. | Part One

Warnings: angst(ish) with happy ending, milf!Wanda, age gap, ex-lovers meeting again, witchcraft lore, some making out but nothing explicit in this part | Words: 6.552k

A/N-> At the request of many, I managed to write a sequel to that one "As It Was". It was much longer than I expected, but I managed to write things that I hadn't done before, so the result pleased me. Forgive me for the lack of smut, it ended up not fitting within the context and rhythm of the story, but there is the possibility of specials. I hope you all enjoy your reading.

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It occurs to her that you are distant.

Physically speaking, it's quite evident - Wanda hasn't seen you for five days. Not even on her secret getaways from family dinners, school reunions, or anything typical of an American suburban mom's routine so perfectly set up for herself, brings you back. You don't visit her on any of the days that follow, not for lunches or late afternoons, nor do you send either quick or long messages made up of intense declarations that always shake her with all the emotions she might have.

Wanda has no idea where you are, and the lack of control over the situation almost suffocates her. 

But there is something new that occupies her enough not to take action on it. Or rather, someone new.

It's true that time passes differently in Westview. The leaves are starting to turn orange when Pietro Maximoff arrives on her balcony. Wanda is trying to find her footing with so many ghosts from the past coming back at once and she has to admit that her twin brother's presence impacts her enough for her not to escape her house and family in an attempt to find out if you were still in the same motel where she left you in the early hours of one morning almost a week ago.

Wanda tries to focus on the good things in life; she has the family she always dreamed about, complete at last. A husband, children, and even her long-missed brother. She has friends and a house. She should feel happy and fulfilled, or so she tries to convince herself while she tries to ignore the not-so-easy feeling in her chest when she lies next to Vision at night.

He doesn't mind that she's distant herself. Sometimes, Wanda thinks he doesn't even notice. Maybe it's her will, playing with everything around her and ensuring she's not disturbed. In fact, Vision has stopped noticing many things since the last heated argument they had, on the same night that Pietro reappeared. He's just as distant as she is as if he has a whole life going on outside those walls. Wanda could say the same.

She falls asleep with difficulty, and it’s one of those nightmare nights once more. 

When she opens her eyes, she knows she’s still dreaming.

Nevertheless, she allows herself to fall into that fantasy with peace of mind.

The atmosphere is familiar, and the smells and sensations too. Wanda remembers well how things were before Hydra, and before the outbreak of civil war in her country. In the few years of tranquillity at the end of her adolescence, where the revolution group was almost a pastime for irritated young people, for a moment, she could imagine herself as nothing more than a schoolgirl.

Of course, the war would get worse, and almost the entire group of her former colleagues would leave the universities to occupy the streets, but in the safety of the dream, none of this would happen.

Wanda could leave the soft bed and follow the smell of food. She knew she would find you in the kitchen, moving your hips softly to a gentle melody because this was a memory Wanda had never learned to erase.

Her voice came out raspier than she expected once she tried to call your name. But luckily, you were distracted enough by the food to notice the tears welling up in her eyes. After a whole week without hearing from you, she truly believes she lost you once more.

But in this dream, things were saved. Your hands just continued to separate the mixture. “Morning, krasotka (gorgeous). Sit down, there's coffee on the table."

Wanda swallowed, controlling her temper. She watched your back for a moment, trying to memorize every feature of that appearance in case this was the last time and she wouldn’t have another chance before that fantasy ended.

When she didn't sit down you looked at her, offering her an easy smile from a face marked with flour and youthfulness.

"What's wrong, Wanda?"

She moves instead of answering, determined steps until she reaches you at the counter. Your confused eyes close as Wanda, who has just grabbed your belt, pulls you close and kisses you firmly.

It takes you by surprise, but you respond without hesitation. The position isn't ideal, but you kiss her eagerly, as breathless as she is once she breaks the act. Wanda's tight grip around you makes you chuckle softly.

"Hey, Pietro will wake up soon." You warned in the same casual tone, rubbing your nose against hers. "He'll kill me if he finds out about us like this..." Your mouth pecks down her jaw to her neck. 

Wanda giggles tearfully. She had forgotten about that. The teenage fear of telling her protective twin about you. Thinking back at how obvious you two were, she was sure that Pietro knew. To be fair, anyone could notice the way you looked at each other.

You tried to pull away, but Wanda didn't allow it. A sigh escaped your lips, which formed a mischievous smile.

"Behave yourself, Wanda." You warned softly, but she raised her hand to your cheek, the touch surprising you a little. Your curious expression didn't intimidate her.

"Where are you?" She questioned and curiosity gave way to confusion.

"Here, dorogoya, what do you mean-" But green irises turned red, and the confusion vanished once your eyes reflected her magic as well. Your shoulders tensed, and you sighed as if you were tired. 

You tried to pull away and this time, Wanda allowed you to. Your hands reached for a cloth, and the flour from her favorite pastry that you had prepared for her in that memory was leisurely wiped from your skin.

When you sighed again, more calmly you were leaning on the counter, with your arms crossed and your gaze distant.

"That's different." That was the first thing you said, with a small smile at the corner of your lips. Wanda swallowed, pushing her emotions down. She looked in the same direction as you next. "The sofa was dark blue, not brown."

"Some things..." She cleared her throat, trying to hide the urge to cry. "We remember it differently. Some things, they're just... different."

You hum thoughtfully, shrugging. "Yeah, like ourselves."

Wanda fiddles with her fingers. "Y/N..."

"I wasn't afraid to tell Pietro." You cut her off with no emotion in your voice, but seriousness in your gaze. "You were. I was always ready to shout out to the world that I loved you, but you were terrified of his reaction. Why did you change that?"

"I didn't." Wanda fights back immediately, defensive. You look away with a dry laugh, and she sighs. "I didn't do it on purpose. I... It's only been a long time, Y/N. It's hard to remember exactly what it was like."

"I heard that grief changes things." You retort more softly, and Wanda is sure she's going to start crying. She hugs her own body, and you sigh. "When..."

"No." She cuts you off, her voice breaking. "Why can't you just give me this day? This memory? Just... stay here. Let me live it again." She practically begs, but you don’t flinch, stepping away for the kitchen counter to move closer.

Your hands hold her arms, and your gaze makes something in her spark.

"Don't you think you deserve more than a fantasy, Wanda?"

She chuckles tearfully because this has to be a joke. 

"And what choice do I have?" she retorts, tears running down her cheeks. Wanda doesn't have the opportunity to wipe them away, you do so almost immediately. Your instinct is as quick as hers to lean into your touch. "God, there isn't... a day that I haven't missed this. Us."

You smile tenderly at her confession, and Wanda closes her eyes for a moment. She’s just enjoying the feeling while you wait. It takes another sigh for her to ask: "Where are you?"

Being asked again doesn't surprise you. You caress her cheek, and your other hand entwines around her waist.

"It doesn't matter."

She sighs impatiently. "Of course, it matters!" She insists. "I want-I need to see you." She corrects herself and you frown slightly. Wanda lets her hands grasp the collar of your blouse, and her red eyes are almost desperate in yours. "Tell me. Please. Where-"

You kiss her, hard enough for the protest to turn into a needy moan. The hand around her entwines her completely to lift her onto the counter, and Wanda melts. She kisses you as she manages, almost overwhelmed by the longing she has felt over the last few days for the sensation of your lips again.

When you part, she's tingly all over, but your hands don't go beyond her clothes. Your affected breath hits her cheek before you look at her again.

"I remembered."

Wanda almost breaks down in a sob but she manages to keep her emotions around her border. With a sniffle, she guides pleading eyes to yours. Her legs tighten around your waist as if she fears your escape.

"Please stay with me." It comes in a whisper.

You chuckle and Wanda can feel her cheeks burning, her heart breaking. She fears your answer more than she's ever feared anything else in her life.

"You don't understand, Wanda." That's what you say, pulling away and grabbing her hands. Before she can despair, imagining that you were pushing her away, your hands entwined with hers, your eyes tender and intense. "Tell me what you remember."

She looks at you with confusion before denying it with her head. "I don't like... thinking about that day."

"I know, but I need to talk about it." You say, kissing her hands for a moment. "I'm not a memory, Wanda. I'm here. I really am here."

But she shakes her head, her shoulders tensing and her breathing going out of rhythm. "My mind is playing tricks on me... First you, and now Pietro. None of it makes sense. The only thing I know is that I don't want to lose you again. Please don't leave me again."

She doesn't even realize she's started crying. You hug her, trying to calm her down with pats on her back as she wets her shirt. 

Wanda clings to you as if you're going to disappear, but you stay there until the tears dry.

"I'm not going anywhere, I promise." You whisper. "Never again, Wanda. I can't change what happened to Pietro, but I'm staying. Screw the consequences, I'll never leave you alone again."

She looks at you with confusion, wiping her wet face with the hem of her blouse. " What consequences- what you talking about?"

But you smile, kissing her cheek quickly. "It's time to wake up, my love. Meet me when you're ready to leave. I'm waiting outside for you."

Wanda tries to grab you by the blouse, but she wakes up in a jolt. Vision complains low in bed so that she stops making so much noise and Wanda hides her tears in her pillow.

She dares to try to search for your presence around the house, every floor, every room but all there is is Vision and her twins.

Her mind is playing tricks on her. A stupid dream just to try to break the perfect life she has now.

She goes back to sleep and makes sure that she won’t dream of anything else.

-&-

It's not the ideal place or your favorite setting, nor does it have the best food, but the dinner is the closest outside the Hex that you could find, so it's enough.

The back table becomes the mystery traveler's spot (that's how you hear the waitress and some truck drivers refer to you) for the next few days.

It takes almost two for Agatha to show up.

"You're late, witch." That's how you greet her, outside in the parking lot. The cigarette is hanging unlit from your lips, and Agatha snatches it from your mouth before you have a chance to light it. Your relaxed posture breaks, and she hits you over the head with a slap.

"Insolent child! Irresponsible! Arrogant-" You let her hit three more, they don't hurt, and it's good for her anger. The next time she's about to swear at you for something else, you hit her first. 

"Get a grip, you grumpy old woman." You snap. " Don't cause a scene, huh?"

Agatha raises a finger in warning, her eyes blazing with fury before she walks away with an annoyed grunt. 

"You're unbelievable." She retorts, taking up your personal space again. She pulls a box of cigarettes out of your leather jacket pocket and takes one for herself. You roll your eyes but watch her light one, and blow the smoke away. Agatha keeps muttering to herself “Challeging a direct order; what will the council say? In the worst scenario, they will know I helped you and I’m done. This little shit…”

You adjust your posture to lean on one of the parking lot irons, your hands in your jacket pockets. You pull the witch out of her complaints with a question:

"What's the matter with you anyway?"

Agatha chuckles dryly, the cigarette between her fingers. "Your girlfriend."

Your posture doesn't change, but the glint in your eyes is almost sinister. "Watch your next words carefully, Miss Harkness."

It's her turn to laugh dryly and take another drag before turning her face toward you. "What is with little show you put on anyway? Standing guard outside, waiting for Rapunzel to leave her tower?" Her teasing only makes you chuckle. Agatha sighs impatiently. "You laugh now, but the whole place is surrounded. If that crazy witch ends up getting shot, I won't sell you any spells to fix it."

You roll your eyes, snatching the cigarette from her fingers. "Stop talking shit, Agatha." You retort. "There are no agents inside, I kept my part of the deal. Now, if the whole thing's still on, it's you who's not doing yours."

Agatha clenches her jaw, looking at you angrily. You just flick the cigarette, and she rolls her eyes.

"I've had unforeseen difficulties."

"Right." You laugh. "You're getting soft, that's for sure."

The cigarette flies out of your hand with her hard slap. You snort in annoyance, but Agatha is busy pulling something out of her purple suit, back now that she's out of the Hex. It's an old piece of paper that she presses hard against your hand.

"Do as written, it will be irrevocable. He'll be forced to show up." She guides between her teeth. "I doubt Mephisto will explain, but just getting his presence should do some good. And don't talk about me. I still need a big job to get back on his good side."

There's something like gratitude in your gaze, and Agatha waves you away, turning her attention to the barrier not invisible to magical eyes a few meters from dinner while you tuck the paper safely away in your pocket.

"I'm going to end all this crap today, Y/N." She declares, and you look up immediately. "Are you sure you won't-"

"No." You cut in, forcing a smile. "I'd just be getting in the way. Either side, I suppose. Wanda thinks I died, and well, I have no idea how to break the whole story to her. 'Hey baby, you thought I died but I kind of sold my soul to keep you and your brother alive. When that didn't work out for him, I ran away for fear of fucking up your life too, but whatever your magic rank, it's high enough to summon one of Mephisto's riders against his will. Any chance you would want to date me again?'”

Agatha laughs softly at the statement, shaking her head. "Don't forget the part where you're helping a witch take down her little fantasy town."

You grunt slightly. "In gratitude for my memories, only. You're a tricky merchant, Miss Harkness."

The woman chuckles, shrugging. Before she can walk away, you clear your throat and Agatha looks at you curiously. "Anything else?"

"Our arrangement, don't forget." You retort. "You won't do anything against her, or the boys."

Just to torment you, she raises an eyebrow. "No request for her husband's safety?"

You snort, rolling your eyes. "He's already dead." You grumble, and Agatha laughs darkly.

"Until recently, you were too."

"I wasn't really!" You retort indignantly, but Agatha is already turning and waving goodbye.

Alone in the parking lot, you feel the weight of the summoning spell in your pocket. Your boss would have to listen to you at some point.

-&-

Being betrayed by what seemed to be her only real friend for some time felt like a punishment.

Well, maybe it was karma. For what she was doing to Vis, and by God, to all those people trapped and subjugated to her wills, fears, and desires. But Wanda wasn't to blame, or at least, she wasn't ready to take on any of it. There was only emptiness at first, and then there was contentment. Crude and meager, but there. Her peace was as superficial as the magical fantasy surrounding her, and it didn't take long for the fear to creep back in; until finally, she was confronted with the reality of what she and her brother had never been able to accept in their youth: there is no magic formula to fix things. Just as Hydra didn't save Sokovia and cost her her twin, her magic didn't fix her grief but made it even worse.

Wanda would have to say goodbye to her children, and for this kind of pain, she had never been prepared.

Agatha seemed to take some amusement from her agony; a lot of ironic jokes as she searched through her memories. But even centuries of experience didn't rid the witch of her innate arrogance, and just as the Black Widow had once taught her, Wanda saw the opportunity to exploit her opponent's weakness.

The victory was not that satisfying, even if Wanda felt more powerful than ever. 

And Agatha, in a last desperate act, said the name of the one person who would make Wanda hesitate.

With her fingers still in the air, the redhead narrowed her eyes at the witch lying on the ground, powerless and frightened.

"I know you're bluffing."

"I swear I’m not!" Agatha assured hurriedly. "I'll take you to her. I can-"

"She was one of your tricks, then? It's as cheap and cruel as using my brother, Agatha." Cut the redhead off coldly, but the witch held up her hand, asking for time.

"Wanda, by the wizard oath." She insisted, letting out a laugh exhausted by the effort of the fight. "She was one of your tricks, not mine. You summoned her to this place."

Wanda nodded, sniffling a little. "Stop lying! I know she's dead."

Agatha shook her head. "She's not! Let me go, I promise I'll take you to her."

Wanda hesitated, in her gaze, in her posture, in her heart. Agatha continued to insist, and she looked back at her family waiting for her and all those agents around.

She turned to Agatha, who fell silent when her hand was raised again.

"I'll say goodbye first. And I swear if I find that you’re trying to trick me again-"

"I know." Agatha cut in, forcing a smile. "I promise." 

That seemed true enough to Wanda, and Agatha's determined look convinced her. She sighed and nodded, then turned away to hug her children, who were already running towards her. A mask of happiness, despite the heartbreak, stamped her face.

When it was all over, Wanda was physically and emotionally exhausted. She said goodbye to Agent Monica too, realizing bitterly that perhaps that woman was the only real friend she had made since Natasha and that she would have to lose her now too. 

And as she crossed the city limits, she assumed that Agatha had taken the opportunity to escape, and came to the conclusion that she didn't care about that at all. Something inside her broke the minute she had to put her children to bed for the last time. No silly rivalry could really bother her. 

"Look alive, Maximoff." The joke was unwelcome, but Agatha didn't mind. Nor did she get out of the parked vehicle.

"Have you ever heard of magic portals? Or, I don't know, flying?" Wanda asked as soon as she noticed the witch waiting for her from inside the car parked outside the city. Wanda didn't understand how the witch had kept the SWORD agents away from that edge, but her mind was elsewhere to ask. 

The older woman chuckled at the question, adjusting herself to lean her arms on the window and look at Wanda. "Did I mention I like the new look? Did I leave the oven on or is that heat coming from you, hot stuff?"

Wanda chuckled with more indignation than anything. When she was close enough, she sighed. "Just do what you agreed to do."

Agatha smiled mischievously. "Well, you're the one with your back to the show." She retorted, pointing at something behind her.

When she turned, she saw two figures, too far away to be identified. The sunlight didn't help either. The people had been talking for some time and it didn't seem to be a peaceful discussion.

"Who...?"

"Who do you think?" Agatha interrupted somewhat ironically. Wanda's heart leaped, and her stomach did a complete flip. It couldn't be you, could it? 

"B-but she... she was-"

"Yeah, the confusing world we live in." Mocked the witch in the car seat. "She wanted to explain everything to you but she has been a pain in the ass so I'll do it. Your friend made a deal with the devil, in the literal sense of the expression. Whatever Hydra did to her, it almost killed her. Mephisto, being the good opportunist he is, offered her a deal and perhaps because she had two people to protect and a hole in her chest, she accepted without reading the terms." Agatha smiled at her own narration, while Wanda continued in shock, being able to imagine the whole story. "And of course, like any deal with the devil, nothing goes according to plan. Mephisto must have known that the boy would die in battle, so he lied to get your friend's soul. She chickened out, by the way, after she heard about her brother. She thought the same would happen to you if she got close, of course at the time neither of you must have known your true power and authority..."

"Authority?" She interrupted hoarsely, getting a laugh from the other witch.

"By Hecate, young witches these days don't know anything," muttered the woman. "As I said before, Wanda, you are the Scarlet Witch. You're the greatest magical authority on earth. And the fact that you don't know this is exactly why I'm needed." Agatha explains. "You need a magical tutor, Miss Maximoff. Someone to train you, and explain important things, like your magical power to break a contract of souls and summon one of Mephisto's ghost riders as you please."

After everything that had happened, absorbing and accepting the madness of this whole story seemed like just one more little push for Wanda to collapse. 

Lucky for her, she wasn't alone this time.

You finally started walking towards her, until the figures became clearer, and without needing to ask, Wanda was sure that the man with a skull pipe walking next to you was Mephisto.

Everything about his posture was intimidating, and the air seemed much heavier and darker once he was close enough. But Wanda didn't mind the audience, she threw herself into your arms and was greeted in an equally enthusiastic embrace.

Mephisto waved to Agatha from the car, letting the two of you have a moment of reunion as he commented quietly to the older witch:

"I send you to collect an undeserving one and you not only fail, but you make me lose my best rider."

Agatha swallows dryly, annoyed by the scolding. But if there's anything she feels besides fear, it's pride. And that's something she and the man share, and Agatha knows it very well.

"No creature, not even the Lord of Hell, has power against the Scarlet Witch. The humiliation of losing is strong, but you get used to it." She teases, and Mephisto loses his temper, punching the car hard and trying to grab Agatha by the neck.

A scarlet tug pushes him away.

"You filthy hag, how dare you-"

"Watch your temper, Big M." You interrupt with a serious expression, despite the provocative nickname. You gently put Wanda down, who until now had been lifeted in your arms, but you continue with a hand around her waist. 

The man huffs angrily, but visibly struggles to contain his anger, while Agatha hides a little smile and Wanda tries to gain confidence in her new title and the respect that comes with it.

When Mephisto addresses her, he is much more submissive than anyone would expect after the scene.

"My Queen, please, there has been an agreement. With both of the present, this treacherous witch owes me favors and the rider owes me her life. It's not fair that I go unpaid. If I'm not compensated, I'll obviously have to withdraw the loans..." He speaks but Wanda raises a hand in the air, interrupting him.

"I think I understand what you mean. You saved my friend, and if she doesn't serve you, she dies?"

"Yes, my lady."

You tried to protest, but Wanda put a hand on your shoulder and looked at you quickly: in her eyes was the simple request that you let her handle this. 

Agatha didn't interrupt either, nor did she react when Wanda approached Mephisto.

"I've been told that the title of Scarlet Witch makes me the highest magical authority." She begins, and somewhat begrudgingly, the man nods in agreement. Wanda sighs. "I don't understand this power entirely, but I will. What I do understand now is that if I am the authority, you must obey me."

"My lady-"

"I am not done talking." Mephisto bites his tongue, but doesn't risk challenging the red irises again. "Let's make a few things clear, sir. These two don't belong to you, I do not care about the debt. I don't know how to settle it yet, but I will. So for now, you should know that they're off-limits. Agatha will be my tutor, and any extra activity must come with a guarantee that she'll return to lessons in one piece, and as for Y/N, well..." Wanda takes a step forward, a dry laugh escaping her. "She's mine, do you understand? You're not going to harm her in any way. Not ever. You've kept her away from me long enough, toying with her perception of the truth. Of that, I think we both understand well."

Mephisto clenched his jaw, seeming to fight the urge to end you right then and there. You exchanged a proud glance with Agatha at the witch's posture in front of you.

"This will be my only warning, Mephisto. I'm taking her with me, and it's better that she keeps breathing after we leave."

Irritated but restrained, he retorts: "A rider must serve, my lady, and I don't say that to contradict you. Even if she doesn't obey me, she won't be able to ignore the call. Her soul only stays in this body because of its usefulness."

"We'll deal with it without your intervention in the matter, don't worry." Wanda assures him. "And as for your payment, I still don't fully understand how this realm works, but I'll learn with the help of Agatha and the Darkhold. I believe the Lord of Hell can wait."

To Wanda's surprise, he grew friendlier, with a smile full of evil intentions. Without her realizing why the mention of the book made him so excited, Mephisto bowed again briefly. "I see a promising future for our professional relationship, Scarlet Witch."

He adjusts his hat as a sign of farewell, and it's as if the sun changes direction only for rays to obscure her vision for a moment. Just long enough for Mephisto to disappear.

"He's always rude, don't take it to heart." 

The older witch commented, but neither you nor Wanda were paying much attention to her. Wanda came back to you, wrapping you in a tight hug as a confirmation that things were really happening. And as you held her, you exchanged a quick glance with the witch in the car, a grateful one, and all Agatha did was offer the first sincere smile of the day before breaking the moment with a loud honk.

"I'm sorry, but your girlfriend is a fugitive, and flirting in the middle of the street isn't really appropriate for this moment." Mocked the witch, remembering the dozens of federal agents in the area all too willing to ask Wanda for a statement. It wasn't really a problem - but it was a nuisance.

Your girlfriend ignored Agatha's warning to kiss you on the mouth. It almost takes you by surprise, the intensity, but you manage to match it until the older witch honks again and you and Wanda break into a shared giggle.

"Don't worry, we'll have time." You meekly assure her, kissing her cheek before pulling away to open the car door. Wanda doesn't seem too keen to let you go - not that you'd want anything different - so you follow her into the back seat. Even under Agatha's warnings about behaving or she'd throw the car off the first bridge.

Once on the road, the witch met your gaze through the rearview mirror.

"My place or yours?" 

You sigh. "Mine's fine."

-&-

The first fight happens as soon as Wanda finds out that for years, you've lived nearby.

So many days when she could have taken a different route from Avengers Tower downtown to the Compound and bumped into you. 

Of course, you assured her that you kept a safe distance and that New York was full and big enough for that, but the justifications only made it worse.

And Wanda started crying and locked herself in the first room she found on the way.

You tried to look at Agatha on the sofa - very much comfortable in other people's homes, by the way - but the witch shrugged as she used her magic to bring food from your kitchen to where she was. 

With a sigh, you leaned your forehead against the door.

"Wanda, I'm so sorry I left you alone. I swear to God, I lost count of how many times I wanted to break into that tower and just say that I was with you. But I couldn't. I went to the memorial, to visit Pietro. I saw the news about the fight. I saw him die, and I kept seeing it, every time I closed my eyes. And my nightmares replaced him with you. I was sure that if I got close, you'd get hurt, and I'd rather live away from you than lose you." You confessed with emotion, knowing that she was listening even if she didn't answer now. With another sigh, you continued. "I kept my distance, but I never left. I went to all your public events, I even sent you gifts as an anonymous fan. I almost risked everything so many times. And when your friends got into fights and you disappeared to the Raft, I lost my mind. That's when... he made me forget you. It was the only way I could keep doing the jobs and not go after you. But I still lived here, and there was this lack in my chest and I had no idea what it was. Then one day I heard your voice, like a whisper in my heart, and I followed it. I ended up in Westview, and the lack was gone. It was Agatha who gave me back my memories, and we ended up here. With me trying to make you understand that there hasn't been a day since we were separated that I haven't missed you, that I haven't loved you. Please, Wanda. Forgive me."

It takes a long moment, almost long enough for you to think about letting her have more time to think about it, for Wanda to open the door.

She hugs you by the neck, very tightly, and you waste no time in reciprocating.

"Agatha has to leave." That's what she says as she releases you, making you assume a confused expression. You're ready to recall that the witch, despite her mistakes, helped you when Wanda pulled at the edges of your shirt while hiding her face in your collarbone. The way she speaks again makes you understand. "We've lost a lot of time, my love. She needs to go, so we can make up for it."

You nod foolishly, glancing quickly at Agatha who is already getting up without abandoning a bottle of your most expensive drinks that she opened without permission. Not that you're paying attention to anything other than the woman clinging to you.

"You two are disgusting, I'm out." Complains the older witch, practically running out the door as Wanda kisses your neck again and you sigh.

The door had barely closed and Wanda had already pulled your face back to hers, meeting your mouth in an intense, passionate kiss that almost made you lose your bearings.

Your hands wandered across her cheeks in a foolish attempt to gain some control of the kiss, then towards her hair and down her arms to her waist, squeezing and earning a satisfied sigh in return. Wanda's hands were busy undoing your clothes, bursting buttons, and finally throwing your belt aside.

Your blouse ended up somewhere in the room after you kicked your shoes away and while using the interruption and distance necessary to undress, Wanda spoke again.

"All this time you've been keeping watch... tell me, how far have you gone?" she asked between kisses, leading the way to the sofa as she pulled you up by the straps of the barely hanging pants on your hips. 

You fought your own arousal to reply: "Hm, never very close. Except, once..." You try to count between kisses, almost losing your train of thought when Wanda pushes you sit up and looks so stunning with her flushed face and out-of-rhythm breathing standing in front of you. "On your birthday. I went to your window, and I just... watched you sleep."

Wanda let out a curious giggle. "Do you fly now?"

"Not really, it's something called astral projection, I'm sure Agatha will teach you." You mumble quickly, and it's your turn to tug at the straps of her jeans. "Can we talk later? U-unless of course, you don't want to do this anymore, because then I'll need a minute to stop shaking and then I can tell you everything-" She interrupts you with a determined kiss, taking the opportunity to sit on your lap too.

With another sigh, she assures you, "We'll talk later." Those are the last firm words of the evening, really. After that, all that leaves Wanda are begging moans and whimpers of pleasure calling out your name.

You wouldn't have it any other way.

-&-

It's a simple routine, within the normal range of living with two witches and having your soul in imprisonment with the Lord of Hell at least.

Agatha becomes a tutor - it suits her, even if she is grumpy and mean and doesn't have much patience for teaching magic. She ends up doing a good job, and in a few months, Wanda already has the same knowledge that a witch who has spent half her life in a coven would have.

As well as classes with the grumpiest teacher on the planet, Wanda has the Darkhold. You don't see her use it that much, because she always chooses the times of your rider duties to study. That, and well, that book gives you a very bad feeling. But Wanda always makes sure that everything is under control and kisses you until you forget about it.

Of course, over time, people tend to waver in their lies and perhaps because it's a Rider's business to feel dark magic, you end up discovering exactly how bad the Darkhold is for your girlfriend. 

Or maybe the black fingers gave you a hint.

"It's not too much to ask that you be careful!" You were arguing - no, discussing - Wanda's intense study routine with a book that apparently condemned all readers. "Actually, it's quite reasonable for me to worry-"

"Oh, that's rich coming from you!" She interrupts you. Even though she is now twice the age you first met her, Wanda Maximoff is still as beautiful as the first day you saw her. And just as stubborn as the angry teenager she once was. "Do you want to talk about being reasonable? Do you think you made a good decision when you decided to sell your soul, or when you believed you could stay away for ten years and act as if it didn't affect our relationship?"

You hesitate. "I-I... you said you forgave me."

But Wanda snaps back: "Forgiving isn't forgetting! And why do you think I'm doing all this? I have to learn to control my magic, and I have to learn to be the Scarlet Witch. But most importantly, I have to learn to undo a deal with the devil because at some point you thought it was a good idea to be the Dark Lord's little slave!"

"I did it for you!"

"I know you did!"

"Then why are you angry?"

"Because I love you, you idiot!" she retorts breathlessly. "I love you and I hate how stupidly loyal and impulsive you were to do something like that. And I hate the pain we were forced to endure, and I hate that we wasted so much time."

"Wanda, I-"

"I know." She interrupts with a sigh. "I love you too."

You smile. "Stop reading my mind."

She returns the same smile. "There's not much to read." She teases, wasting no time in bringing her hands to your shoulders when you take her by the waist. You chuckle with a false offense.

"Wow, I'd forgotten how evil you can be." You retort in the same playful tone, nipping at her jaw and lowering your mouth to her collarbone.

Wanda sighs, hugging you for a moment. In the bedroom mirror by the wall, she can see her true reflection and all the Darkhold's influence on her hidden appearance. She blinks away from the demonic appearance to focus on the person holding her so dearly.

"You have no idea, my love." She whispers, forcing a smile when you look at her again. "I just want to keep us safe. Nothing and no one will ever break us apart again. I'll make sure of that."

You don't want to worry, or at least, you don't want Wanda to notice your hesitation about the frightening determination in her eyes. So all you do is kiss her forehead and hold her close.

[ginnsbaker]

In Losing Grip On Sinking Ships (9/22)

Chapter summary: Several weeks later, an unfortunate situation drives Wanda to seek you out, only to be met with someone she least expects.

Chapter word count: 9k

Pairing: Wanda x Reader, Yelena x Reader (heavy in this chapter)

Author's note: And we start the second phase :)

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Nine

Five Weeks Later

“By the power invested in me, by the State of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” The minister reads from his pamphlet without as much as a glance to the enamored audience.

Wanda hadn’t known that she was going to attend a wedding near the start of autumn; if she had, she’d have been more than ready with an ensemble that’s appropriate for both the event and the cold season. To be fair, Pietro hadn’t known either. Just a week ago, Shannon surprised him with a date, a venue, and a business card of some designer that she commissioned to provide Pietro’s suit for the ceremony. Wanda might have considered it a trap if it hadn't been for the fact that Pietro was the one on his knees with a ring a year ago. Shannon had simply grown tired of his excuses and took matters into her own hands. Wanda still thinks it’s a colossal mistake but his history with women and commitments tracks. She just wants to know how many more of these she’ll have to attend for the rest of her life. 

“You may kiss the–”  

The minister is cut off by Pietro diving in for a sloppy kiss, and the small crowd of thirty people cheer the newly weds. Wanda claps for the sake of being a good attendant. She almost feels sorry for Shannon, but if she wanted this, she probably wanted it for the wrong reasons. 

And, well, karma is a bitch.

Having been sober for exactly thirty-two days, Wanda’s been nursing the same mocktail she’s had before the start of the program, and she finds it difficult to enjoy anything that’s watered-down. A longing to light a cigarette tugs at her, but the establishment's strict no-smoking policy extends even to the outdoor gardens. Pietro asked that she stays until the party’s over, and knowing how much her presence means to him, she reluctantly agreed. 

“Stop brooding at my wedding, for god’s sake.”

It’s Shannon, dressed in her second gown, a simpler one that makes it hard to tell her apart from her bridesmaids.

"Hi, Shannon," Wanda drawls, swirling the tiny ice left in her rocks glass.

"It's Mrs. Maximoff now," Shannon mutters proudly, displaying both her wedding and engagement rings.

Wanda hides her grimace behind her drink. “Try not to get used to it though. I’m pretty sure you’re aware that there had been two other Mrs. Maximoffs in his past.”

“Don’t sass me on my wedding day, it’s just disrespectful.”

“Point taken. I’d offer to get you a drink, but I think that’s just gonna push the stick further up your ass.” 

Shannon sourly responds with one of her signature fake smiles, but Wanda can see through the facade. She takes pride in having hit a nerve.

Taking the seat next to her, much to Wanda's dismay, Shannon changes the subject. "Anyway, your ex-wife is doing exceptionally well at our company. She's managed to turn around all the bad practices that have been going on for ages."

Wanda’s brows stitch together in confusion. “Your company?”

“Stark Industries.” Shannon says, taking a sip of Wanda’s untouched water.

The revelations throw her off. You didn't appear too thrilled when Wanda saw you right after your interview, so she had assumed you either didn’t get the position or you passed up on the opportunity. But what surprised her even more was discovering that someone like Shannon held a high-ranking position at a popular tech company–which now explains where the extreme confidence comes from.

Shannon smirks. “Don’t look so surprised that I work for the number one company in the world.” 

“Number one?” Wanda scoffs, rubbing her nose with her middle finger. “Hardly. And why are you keeping tabs on her?”

“She works in my department and I interviewed her. She was a disaster, by the way,” Shannon says. “But her references were solid. I mean, Scott Lang? I hired her solely by his recommendation.”

Wanda can't help but smile at the mention of Scott, reminiscent of the old days when she used to host dinners for your boss and your co-workers. She doesn’t, however, dwell this time about the people you’ve brought with you when you walked out of her life. The reality is, people take sides, and rightfully, they have chosen yours. 

"I'm happy for her. She's brilliant and hardworking. You won't regret having her on your team," Wanda says softly, her voice a little bittersweet; she remembers a time when she used to be the first one to know every little thing about you, and it's a feeling she misses.

“Why do I get the feeling that you’re hearing this just now?” Shannon smacks her lips together and then fixes her lipstick that has stained the rim of her drink. “I thought I saw you at our lobby right after her interview.” Shannon gives her a knowing look, her eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and malice. It's as if she's perfectly aware of the unspeakable things you did to Wanda that day.

"Y-You did?" Wanda stammers, her blood rushing to her face.

“I assumed you were seeing each other again. You looked like a lost little housewife in your little jeans and little shirt.”

“I stopped by to bring her food. I didn’t know I had to dress up for that.”

“How sweet,” Shannon says, though her tone is barely mocking. “Well, if you’re not back together, then I have a piece of information you might find useful.”

Wanda leans back on her chair and crosses her arms in front of her. “And what makes you think I’m interested?”

“Because despite my wrong assumptions earlier, it’s clear that you’re still head over heels in love with her,” Shannon says. “Or am I wrong?”

Wanda looks away and takes a sip of her watered-down mocktail and tries to hide the displeasure on her face. 

Shannon takes this as her cue to continue. “She recently changed her address in our database. I know because those things usually undergo my approval.”

You moved out? Wanda hadn't attempted to contact you, but while running errands for her cafe, she had found herself in your area a couple of times. Each time, she observed that your curtains were drawn and the lights in the living room were always turned off.

Wanda looks on quietly as Shannon reaches into her purse, retrieves an eye pencil, and grabs a napkin from the table. With deliberate movements, she begins to scribble on the napkin.

“Here,” Shannon hands Wanda the napkin with your address scrawled neatly on it. “You’re welcome.”

Wanda hesitantly accepts it, and then asks, “Why are you doing this?”

"Maybe I'm a hopeless romantic," Shannon shrugs, though the glint in her eye betrays her nonchalant demeanor. It almost penetrates Wanda’s defenses, but then she says, “Or I’m supporting your unhealthy obsession knowing it won’t lead anywhere.”

Wanda finds herself laughing. Unlike Pietro, Shannon had never treated Wanda delicately, even after her hospitalization. She finds it oddly refreshing and, in a peculiar way, endearing.

Shannon adopts a small, awkward smile herself. 

“Fair enough.” Wanda says, folding the napkin carefully before putting it inside her bag.

Shannon gets up and runs her palms over the creases on her gown. “Good luck, Wanda. I’m sure you’ll be needing a lot of it.” 

Pietro finds her in the gardens, rubbing her arms to keep herself warm. The nighttime breeze isn’t particularly chilly, but Wanda’s always been susceptible to the cold regardless of the season. He looks particularly dashing in the dark blue suit that Shannon picked for him; and with his hair back to its natural brunette color, the similarities between them have become uncanny once again.

“Sorry about that.” Pietro mutters as he approaches.

Wanda tilts her head at him, a playful smile dancing on her lips. "Sorry about what?" she quips, her voice laced with humor. "You mean this wedding?"

Pietro laughs and then shakes his head. “I saw you talking to Shannon and I could tell you weren’t having the best time.”

Wanda doesn't hold back as she speaks her mind. "She's still a bitch," she says bluntly, not mincing her words. "No offense."

“Do I hear fondness in the way you said ‘bitch’?” 

“Not a chance.”

“Between me and her, you forget I’m actually the asshole, right? I know she told you I cheated on her countless times.” Pietro says, somewhat seriously.

“You are,” Wanda says. “But I stand by what I said.”

Pietro sighs. “Anyway, I’m not here to negotiate how you feel towards my wife. I’m here to say goodbye.”

Wanda sobers at that. She’s been so used to having her brother in the same city, a call and a cab away. 

“You’re returning to LA?”

“The day after tomorrow.” Pietro confirms with a nod. 

“Doesn’t she work at Stark Industries?”

“Oh, did I tell you that?” 

“She told me a while ago.” Wanda says.

“She can work remotely,” Pietro explains. “And she prefers doing that from our home in LA.”

The wind begins to pick up, its gentle breeze evolving into a stronger gust. The air becomes alive, stirring the surroundings and causing leaves to dance and swirl in a mesmerizing display. 

Wanda sweeps her hair back from her face, and asks, “Tell me, honestly, why did you stay here for so long? Even before the–” Wanda finds herself having difficulty naming the accident she had more than a month ago. 

But if there’s something she’s learned from therapy so far, it’s that confronting her inner demons requires acknowledging their existence.

“Before my overdose.” Wanda finishes, managing to keep her tone even.

Pietro regards her with a tender look that conveys his immense pride in her recent growth and progress.

“At first, I just wanted to check in on you,” he says, fiddling with the cuffs of his suit. “And when I saw you and the cafe, I thought ‘see, she doesn’t need you’. But at the same time I also realized it was me–I needed you.”

Pietro pauses and rubs the back of his neck–something he does a lot when he’s trying not to be emotional. 

"I missed you, Wands. These past few months, I've felt more like myself than I have in years. I know I'm free to visit you anytime, even when you and Y/N were still together, but it's just not the same when–"

“–when it’s just us.” Wanda finishes for him, her voice thick with emotions that her brother is trying so hard to hold at bay.

“Yeah. I had a really great time with you here, it was good to be home after so many years.”

“LA is your home.” Wanda reminds him. 

"You're my family, Wands," Pietro says, wrapping an arm around her and giving her a warm side hug. "You're my home too."

“I love you, Piet.” 

“I love you too, sis,” Pietro says. “I’m rooting for you–your happiness. Whether it’s with Y/N or someone else or no one. You deserve to be happy. You have a big heart–I know this because you love me just as I am.”

“Then why don’t you just stay here so we can be close to each other all the time?” Wanda sniffs. So many losses. So many changes. Wanda craves normalcy and consistency–things you used to provide in her life with your steady presence.

“Shannon’s family lives in LA, and we’ve already talked about settling there once we’re married.”

Wanda shakes her head, smiling in contempt.

Pietro notices the change in her demeanor and starts rubbing her arm in comfort. “Don’t blame Shannon for this. I suggested it because she’s more comfortable living there if we’re going to start a family.”

“You’re already talking about babies? Piet, that’s a huge step.” she says.

Pietro falls into a thoughtful silence, weighing the decision of whether to share the news with Wanda now or wait a little longer. However, the anticipation and joy of becoming a father soon overpowers his doubts.

With a burst of excitement, he finally speaks up. "Actually, she's pregnant."

"Wow," Wanda exclaims, embracing him tightly, more than thrilled at the news. But as suspicion creeps in, she pulls away abruptly. "Hold on, is that why you rushed into marriage? Because she's pregnant?"

“No. She actually just told me last night, as a wedding gift.” Pietro says. 

“I’m going to be an aunt?” Wanda giggles. “I mean, congratulations! You’re going to be a dad!”

"Thank you, Wands," Pietro says, returning the hug.

Wanda pauses for a moment, a realization dawning on her. "I should stop being mean to her," she admits.

Pietro chuckles. "My advice is to take everything she says or does with a grain of salt."

Wanda's expression softens. "I'm going to miss you, you know? Your future kid, and, fuck it–even Shannon. I'll try to visit this Christmas, okay?"

"You better. I already got you plane tickets."

“Oh, and Piet?”

“Yep?”

“I’ll cut your balls off if you cheat on your wife again this time. Not because she’s having your child, but because it’s… not normal. It’s fucked up. We’re fucked up. The stakes are higher for you now, but even if it wasn’t, it just ruins everything in its wake. it's the biggest regret of my life," Wanda states firmly. Although she feels like a hypocrite as the words escape her lips, she feels compelled to express her feelings in the hope that it carries some weight.

“I know,” Pietro says, looking down at his feet. “I’ve been seeing a professional for two months now.”

“You are?”

Pietro smiles and takes Wanda’s hand, leading her back inside the reception. “Where do you think I got your therapist from?”

***

"You've really nailed it with this restaurant choice," Natasha exclaims at you, her fork stabbing into the juicy medium-rare steak. Her mouth waters as the meat releases its flavorful juices. She’s sitting to your left and Yelena’s right, and when you haven’t developed a psychic link with your partner yet, navigating a delicate situation feels like a sailor and a pilot has come together to figure out how a tractor works. 

Natasha had phoned you earlier today, informing you that her flight from Washington D.C. was scheduled to depart in a mere two hours. This left you with approximately three hours to prepare for her arrival, as well as to have a conversation with Yelena on how you’re both going to break the news to her unsuspecting sister. However, due to Yelena's demanding work schedule, it was difficult to abruptly pull her away from her assignment and so you took it upon yourself to organize this impromptu dinner. 

Your girlfriend, in a state of panic, had only just read your texts an hour ago and arrived late. Since then, there has been absolutely zero opportunity to discuss what your relationship entails for Natasha.

Delaying the inevitable, you focus on other topics.

“So, how was your flight?” you ask Natasha.

“Quick.” 

“When did you find out you’re coming home?” you inquire, eyebrows wiggling at Yelena, attempting to seek her support in engaging in the conversation

“The other day.” Natasha says.

“How do you like your steak?”

Natasha gives you a funny look.

Shifting in your seat uncomfortably, you try to think of more questions to ask, but Yelena beats you to it.

“We’ve been seeing each other.” she announces over her plate of untouched meatballs. 

Your eyes widen in alarm as you look at Yelena, but she nonchalantly shrugs at you, then whispers, "I thought that's what you were trying to tell me with your eyes."

Natasha serenely savors her steak, taking a graceful sip of wine before responding, "Yes, I'm aware."

Surprised, you murmur, "How did you...?"

With a hint of amusement, Natasha replies, "If I were to reveal my skills, I would be violating at least ten pages of a non-disclosure agreement."

"Right," Yelena huffs, a feeling of ease finally settling over her. She indulges in her own plate, eagerly digging in and savoring each bite.

“You know,” You start, shoulders dropping and feeling some of the tension leave your body. “I thought I’m used to what you do, but it’s still weird that you disappear for several weeks and then you come back like,” you snap your fingers. “And we can’t ask you questions.”

“It’s why I love my job so much. People are literally not allowed to ask questions,” Natasha says with a satisfied smirk, dabbing her lips with a napkin. “But I can. So, how did this happen?” she says, motioning between you and Yelena with her finger.

“Didn’t you already know?” you say with a teasing smile. 

Natasha fixes you with a piercing gaze, the kind she typically reserves for her job, making you retreat but not before a nervous gulp catches in your throat.

"Yelena?" she prompts, noticing the uncharacteristic silence.

“I, uh–”

"Hotdog sandwich," you blurt out abruptly, interrupting Yelena's non-existent train of thought, while your mind drifts back to the night when you and Yelena officially started dating. Two pairs of eyes fixate on you, their faces a mix of surprise and bewilderment, as if questioning your sanity. Realizing the awkwardness of your outburst, you quickly clear your throat and gather yourself to continue, "I asked her out one night, shortly after I started my new job, and we kind of just decided to give it a shot while eating a hotdog."

When you look up, Yelena’s eyes carry a fondness, effectively deepening the blush on your cheeks.

“That’s a nice story, Y/N, but I didn’t mean literally. More like… how did you arrive at the decision to be together?” Natasha says, her gaze on you unwavering. You avoid her eyes, suddenly determined to finish the remaining vegetables in your dish.

“It came to us organically, Nat. I don’t know how to explain it without sounding a bit cheesy.” Yelena says. 

“I don’t mind cheesy. Cheesy is good. Love is often cheesy, right?” Natasha says, her gaze directed at you. The mention of the word 'love' catches you off guard, and you almost choke on your peas. Although you feel it deep in your heart that you love Yelena, neither of you have actually said those words to each other.

Yelena nods, her expression serious. "Okay, then. It happened because we still have deep feelings for each other, and we felt it was necessary to give it a chance."

You smile, fully understanding and appreciating Yelena's sentiment. "I agree." 

“Can I speak to Y/N in private?” She tells Yelena, who just shrugs, and then turning to you, Natasha says, “Is that okay?”

“Sure.” you reply, rising from your seat.

You and Natasha emerge from the cozy Italian restaurant, deciding to take a leisurely walk through the neighborhood. The rain has just subsided, leaving behind glistening streets and puddles that dot the pavement, making each step a bit precarious. The dampness in the air seems to mirror the tension in your chest, and you can't shake off the feeling that this walk holds more weight than just enjoying the post-rain atmosphere. The droplets on the ground reflect the streetlights, creating a mesmerizing shimmer that momentarily distracts you from your unease. 

Yet, as you walk alongside Natasha, the silence between you only heightens your anticipation for the impending "sister talk." 

You value your friendship with Natasha deeply, and the prospect of jeopardizing that bond fills you with uncertainty. 

Just as your pulse falls into a steadier rhythm, Natasha breaks the silence, her voice filled with a sense of pride. "I'm proud of you," she declares. "Honestly, I half-expected to return and find you still unemployed, living in my apartment. But look at you now: a new job, a new place... and a new girlfriend," she adds, without a trace of animosity in her words.

“I was the crutch you had to get rid of after all.” Natasha says. 

You laugh nervously at the ‘girlfriend’ remark, appreciating the genuine support from your best friend. "I suppose I relied on you heavily after my divorce," you admit. "It was easy to succumb to self-pity and a meaningless routine because you were there to take care of me. Eventually, I knew I was rotting away no matter how indulgent these Netflix shows are,” you laugh a little. “And well, things simply worked out, you know?”

“Yeah, I can see that it worked out pretty well with my sister.” Natasha quips.

"I care about her, Nat. I always have." you say, coming to a stop to face Natasha and properly look her in the eye.

Natasha nods and takes hold of your elbow, urging you to continue walking. "I know," she acknowledges, a knowing smile touching the corners of her lips. "She may not have shown it earlier, but she’s giddy as fuck. Kind of grosses me out seeing her eyeing you like a piece of candy.”

“But kidding aside, you have my blessing.” Natasha says, and you give her a soft smile in return.

A slight pang of guilt tugs at your heart as you decide not to mention your encounters with Wanda. You understand why Natasha requested this private conversation, and you don't wish to complicate matters by bringing up the brief rupture caused by your connection with Wanda. You and Yelena had reached a mutual understanding regarding Wanda, recognizing that your current relationship should not be overshadowed by your past with your ex-wife. 

Besides, you haven’t talked to Wanda since you and Yelena entered into a relationship. Things have been going well; consequently, you see no justifiable reason to stir up any unnecessary complications or rock the boat.

But nobody reads you the way Natasha does, as she brings up the person you’ve been trying to forget all this time.

“And Wanda? Is that over?”

Lying to Natasha is akin to attempting to deceive a lie detector machine; there’s just no way out of it but the truth–or at least some of it.

“We were briefly in touch,” you admit, carefully filtering the story in your mind as you speak. "Coincidentally, she happened to be at the same club where Clint organized your going-away party."

Natasha raises an eyebrow; you read her well enough too, and it tells you that she hadn’t had an inkling that Wanda had reentered your life at one point.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Natasha asks, the level of her tone masking how she feels about that new information.

“Because you hate her?” You say, daring her to deny it but Natasha only rolls her eyes. “And, uh, I don’t know… Maybe because I knew you’d be disappointed?”

Natasha takes a deep breath, the crisp evening air filling her lungs as she gathers her thoughts. "Did I," she begins, "did I push you into making choices in the past that you weren't entirely comfortable with?"

"Why would you say that?" you inquire, puzzled by Natasha's question.

Natasha's gaze softens, and she replies with earnest sincerity, "Because I never wanted you to feel like you couldn't be completely open with me about anything. I never wanted you to fear my judgment regarding your decisions."

You wonder if Natasha would say the same thing if she knew you had fallen into Wanda’s bed post-divorce. You think about how Natasha urged you to file for it in the first place, how she helped in preparing everything from finding a suitable lawyer to ironing out the details of the agreement. Despite your emotional state during that period, you acknowledge that you made those decisions and chose to take responsibility for them.

“You’re like family to me, Nat. Of course your opinion of me will always matter.” you say.

“I’m happy you stood by your decision without me,” Natasha says. “I was worried you’d go back to her as soon as I was gone.”

A nervous smile tugs at the corner of your lips as your eyes flit to anywhere but your best friend; the weight of deliberately concealing a significant portion of the story makes you want to crawl out of your skin. Now more than ever, you regret being with Wanda that way. It had every potential to jeopardize your friendship with Natasha.

“How about you and Bruce?” you say, taking the spotlight away from yourself.

Natasha’s smile is sad as she shakes her head. “That ship has sailed. For good.”

“I’m sorry.” you say.

“Don’t be. He can finally allow himself to be happy. He’s a good man. He deserves more than I can give him.”

“What about you?”

“I’d like to believe I deserve more than he’s willing to give,” Natasha says, her voice not harboring any resentment; but it’s clear that she has accepted the fact that their desires and needs diverged, leading them down separate paths. 

“Are you happy?” you ask suddenly, widely curious.

Natasha takes a moment to reflect, her eyes scanning the surroundings. "As happy as I can be," she contemplates. "I've learned that life shouldn't solely revolve around falling in love, you know? I have my work, my sister, my friends, and well, you're not that bad either," she adds with a light-hearted chuckle.

Turning the last corner back to the restaurant, you both bump into Yelena who’s wearing a frown after being left for so long.

“You were both gone for a while already so I thought I’d settle the bill and join you guys for a walk.” Yelena says. “You guys are okay, right?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t we be?” you say, taking her hand and interlacing your fingers together.

Natasha ignores Yelena’s question and says, “How much do I owe you for the food?” 

Yelena pushes the receipt in her sister’s hand and says, “Everything.”

Settling beside Yelena on the bed, you reach for the lamp on your nightstand and switch it off. The room is cast in a soft, bluish glow, as the moon's radiance filters through the blinds. It hasn’t been too long since you and Yelena started sharing this room, and despite initially intending to take things slow, the pace of your relationship accelerated naturally. With busy careers, it felt right to embrace the opportunity to spend more time together without the added complexities of planning and scheduling dates.

“It was weird introducing you to Nat as my girlfriend,” Yelena says, turning on her side to face you as soon as your head hits the pillow.

"I think you handled that quite smoothly," you say with a quiet chortle, the sarcasm failing to come across as strongly as intended.

"You were absolutely perfect though," Yelena whispers, her hand gently cupping your cheek as she pulls you in for a kiss. It begins with a slow, tentative pace, reminiscent of the other kisses you have shared since becoming a couple. 

Tonight, however, there's an undeniable intensity in Yelena's kisses that sends a fiery sensation rippling through your body. Her touch, tracing the skin below your belly button, ignites a rush of heat that intertwines with the passion of the moment. With your hands threaded in her hair, you boldly deepen the kiss, your tongue exploring the depths of her mouth, eliciting a surprised moan that you eagerly swallow.

As Yelena's fingers venture past the waistband of your underwear, a sudden jolt of surprise shoots through your body, causing you to abruptly sit upright. In the process, Yelena loses her balance and falls back onto the bed.

“Y/N?”

"Sorry," you stammer, attempting to calm your nerves and the racing of your heart. "I just remembered I have an important work email I haven't sent yet and..."

Yelena nods understandingly. "Yeah, sure. Go ahead. I've got some editing to do anyway."

You offer a grateful smile and lean in to press a tender kiss on her forehead. Then, you trail another moist kiss just below her ear, eliciting a soft sigh from Yelena's lips. 

“I’ll wait up, okay? Hurry,” Yelena purrs against your neck. 

“I’ll be back.” you say.

At half past midnight, you return to a snoring Yelena, her arm sprawled over the empty spot where you’re supposed to be. It was one email and you got carried away. And even if Yelena’s awake, you’re too exhausted to continue earlier’s steamy exchange.

Carefully, you remove her arm from your side of the bed and mold yourself to Yelena’s sleeping form. 

You haven’t had sex with her yet. The desire is there–a hot burning coal of it–and you have entertained the thought numerous times, but each time the moment draws near, you find yourself hesitant and not quite ready to take that step. It's a decision you have consciously made, respecting your own boundaries and wanting to ensure that the timing feels right for both of you.

Kissing the back of Yelena's head, you savor the softness of her hair against your lips. With a contented sigh, you nuzzle your nose into her locks, finding comfort in her presence as sleep gradually envelops you.

***

“Ms. Maximoff? Over here.”

Wanda looks up to find Sparky’s doctor motioning for her to come inside the check-up room. She gets up and hurries to where Sparky has disappeared into for almost twenty minutes now, and sees him hooked up to an IV, dozing off on his side. 

“Is he going to be okay?” Wanda asks immediately.

“The results of Sparky’s blood test don't look good. His liver is significantly higher than the normal range, and that could be the cause of his recent vomiting. For now, we’ll keep him confined here for one or two more days, depending on his condition, and if he’s responding to medication, you can continue giving them at home.”

“And what if he doesn’t respond to his medication?”

“We will conduct further tests to see what’s going on there. Surgery could be an option, depending on the outcome. While liver diseases in dogs can be treated and managed, there is always the possibility of expiration, I’m afraid.”

Expiration. Dogs have significantly shorter lives; Wanda knows this. But hearing it spoken so soon directly shatters Wanda’s heart. “W-What could have caused this?” she asks.

This is her fault, Wanda makes the conclusion, even before the doctor is done explaining the common causes in detail. She successfully fucked up another important thing in her life. 

In the absence of a little furry baby wagging its tail to greet her, Wanda returns home to a dark and empty apartment. Seeking solace, Wanda clings to the hopeful possibility that Sparky may return home in the next few days. 

Without bothering to turn on the lights, she kicks off her shoes and curls up into a ball on the couch. Her eyes slowly adjust to the darkness, eventually focusing on the small desk where the potted chrysanthemums you gifted her rest. The faint light casts a peculiar shadow on the wall, capturing her attention. Yet, it is the piece of napkin discreetly slipped beneath the pot that her mind is apprehensively fixated to; a thin, fragile thing that would ultimately lead her to you.

It has remained tucked away in Wanda's study, for a month now, as she couldn't bear to disrupt your life once again. She imagines that you are likely doing well, leading a quieter and less tumultuous existence without her. As for Wanda, she has been diligently working on herself, taking each day as it comes. However, the passage of time hasn't diminished her feelings for you, not even in the slightest. The void in her heart, shaped by your absence, remains steadfast, but she has learned to adapt and coexist with it, allowing herself to grow while carrying its weight.

And she wouldn't—not even for a moment—consider disturbing your peace if it weren't for the dog. If your roles were reversed, and you were the one keeping him, Wanda would undoubtedly want to be informed if his brief existence was endangered by an illness.

But then again, you've made your choice. You didn’t want anything to do with her. It was evident in your absence, when you stopped your visits to her apartment, her café; when Wanda's phone could no longer detect any recent online activity from you. You had simply vanished without a trace.

It would be unjust to intrude on your decision when you clearly didn't want to be found.

…And she’s still, quite literally, debating it when she finds herself at your doorstep an hour later.

Your new building looks lavish, Wanda can only imagine how much you’ve spent on the deposit alone. It was a little intimidating when she was asked to leave an ID and the receptionist had to ring your unit to inform you that you had a visitor–dropping her name to you in the process. More interesting than that, however, is that she gave Wanda the go signal to proceed to the elevators, meaning that you gave your consent for her to see you.

There's a sense of relief in realizing that you wouldn't go to the extent of turning her away just to avoid her altogether. She sets aside the questions that her heart desperately wants to ask, knowing they would only thwart the initial intention she has of seeing you.

She is fully aware of how guarded and cautious you were the last time; memories of her well-crafted plans to lure you and get close to you for the obvious reason of winning you back are still fresh in her mind. Wanda understands that she needs to approach this meeting with sensitivity and genuine concern, keeping her intentions clear and focused on Sparky's well-being.

But as she’s about to knock, the door swings open.

“Hi, I–” Wanda’s words die on her tongue and the nervous smile on her face fades into uncertainty.

Standing there, clad in nothing but a t-shirt (which she recognizes having bought it for you) that goes past her thighs, is the woman from the club. The woman who drew the curtains for you in your living room. Her blonde hair cascades in messy beach waves, framing her face and reaching her shoulders. 

She is breathtakingly beautiful. 

But what strikes Wanda the most is how effortlessly the woman seems to blend into the space, appearing more like a tenant than a mere guest who just happened to visit you at this particular time.

Does she live with you?

“Is Y/N home? I’m Wan–” 

"Wanda. I know. I’m Yelena," Yelena interrupts, her tone firm yet not unkind, like she’s struggling as much as the brunette. "She's still at work. Is there something you need from her?"

“You’re Yelena? Natasha’s sister?” Wanda asks.

Yelena nods tentatively, her eyes studying Wanda's reaction; she was surprised to get a call from the reception that a certain Wanda Maximoff wanted to come up to her unit. Despite the nagging question of whether you've been seeing Wanda all this time behind her back, she makes a conscious effort to maintain her composure in front of your ex-wife.

Meanwhile, something in Wanda's mind clicks. It's Yelena, not you, who allowed herself to go up to your floor. It's her, not you, who wanted to meet her. Wanda's mind races with questions. Does Yelena know about her? Did Yelena feel the need to introduce herself to your ex-wife?

"Uh..." Wanda's voice trembles with the onset of a panic attack. It turns out, coming here was a mistake, and she’s just grateful you’re not around to witness it. "I'm sorry. Please forget that I came here. Don't let her know I was here, please? I'm really sorry. I'll just go."

Yelena sucks in her cheeks as she reads into Wanda’s sudden panic. "Sure," she replies before softly closing the door on Wanda.

-

The nights are longer at Stark Industries. You knew what you signed up for when you accepted the job, but now you're starting to feel the repercussions. The stress is taking its toll not only on your work-life balance but also on your relationship with Yelena. You haven’t had dinner together recently, much less a conversation that lasted longer than a few exchanges of “how are you” and “I’m fine”. There’s a lot to make up for, but no date in sight to actually start doing so.

The office is empty except for you and the maintenance worker assigned to the night shift, so when your ringtone cuts through the stillness, the sound of it reverberates off the walls of the empty room, making it too loud for you to ignore.

With your eyes concentrated on a formula on your spreadsheet, you answer your phone without looking at the caller.

“Hey, I’ll be home soon.” you say, assuming it’s Yelena on the line.

“Y/N.” A vaguely familiar voice that’s definitely not Yelena greets you. That’s when you remove your phone from your ear and notice the unknown number on the screen.

“Who’s this?”

The caller doesn’t answer right away. Instead, you can hear rain pouring heavily in the background, something you haven’t been aware of due to the thick windows of the office blocking out outside noises.

“It’s Vision,” The voice cracks over the speaker before you can decide to drop the call. “Wanda needs your help.”

The rain had been relentless throughout the day according to the weather app on your phone. You’ve just been too busy to notice, and so you find yourself without an umbrella. Thankfully, by the time you arrive at the location Vision instructed, the downpour has subsided into a gentle drizzle.

“Jesus, it’s freezing.” you mumble to yourself, wrapping your jacket tighter around your body.

You recognize this part of the city, having gone here numerous times in the past to visit your favorite dive bar where you, Natasha, Clint, and Wanda would hang out for hours just talking and having a good time. Although Natasha and Wanda don’t really talk, they engage in group shots, and Wanda would always challenge you to a game of pool, and you would win one or two matches in a best of seven, because your wife–ex-wife–is just so gifted in just about all kinds of sports. 

However, it's not the same bar where you find Wanda. Instead, it’s near a dead-end street and you stumble upon her slumped against a light post in a sorry state. It's obvious that she has consumed a significant amount of alcohol, leaving her almost blacked out. It makes you suspicious if this happens often–Wanda getting shitfaced in random places with Vision in tow. 

The sight of Vision doesn’t bother you as much as before, but it still leaves a bitter taste in your mouth to see them together in the same place. Vision, to his credit, keeps a respectful distance, yet the yearning in his face is unmistakable. It's a familiar look, one you've witnessed on Wanda's previous boyfriends when they believed you weren't paying attention.

As you draw closer, Wanda's head tilts back, and her intoxicated eyes, heavy-lidded and unfocused, widen ever so slightly in recognition as they lock with yours.

“Y/N? Is that really you?” Wanda drunkenly slurs, her struggling eyes attempting to focus on your face. “If you’re not, please tell Y/N that I’m not with him,” Wanda says, pointing her thumb in his direction, refusing to even look at Vision. “He just showed up out of nowhere and I told him to stay away. I swear, I’m telling the truth. Vision, tell her, please. Tell her to tell Y/N.” 

The street lights become too much for Wanda to bear, and she buries her head into her arms, her knees drawn to her chest. She looks so small and insignificant against the backdrop of a vibrant metropolis. 

Steeling yourself against her sorrowful pleas, you turn to Vision instead. “How did you find her?” you demand.

“I was out with my friends, and happened to pass by this area on our way back,” Vision recounts. “I saw two men trying to take her home, and we intervened. I tried asking Wanda where she lives so I can take her home myself, but she refuses to tell me. I tried calling you using her phone, but I think you blocked her number, so I tried calling you myself.”

You’re inclined to believe him, but there will always be bouts of suspicion lingering on the surface when it concerns Wanda. Though as your eyes return to Wanda’s shivering form, you can’t help but wonder if she would truly rather die in the ditches than accept help from him. For the first time, you find yourself contemplating the possibility of believing her, although a part of you wonders if it's simply your enduring soft spot for her attempting to sway your judgment.

“Thank you,” you say to Vision, surprised to find a little sincerity in your voice.

“If I find out you’re the reason why she’s this miserable, I’m putting everything on the line to make sure you stay away from her.” he declares, igniting a cigarette as you support Wanda, draping one of her arms over your shoulder and lifting her up. In that moment, she feels noticeably lighter than before, and your hand can discern the protrusion of her ribs as you secure her against your side.

“Is that a threat?” you say, clenching your jaw, your own clothes getting soaked fast, not realizing early on just how drenched Wanda is from the rain.

“It’s a warning,” Vision answers coolly. “As far as I know, you haven’t atoned for anything. And it’s not because you don’t deserve it. It’s because of her.”

He’s right–you walked out of that bloodied room unscathed from the law. All along you thought the consequences of what you’ve done to Vision just miraculously resolved on its own with the help of Natasha, but if Wanda had anything to do with how you’re not being served with at least damages for physical assault, what price did she have to pay in return?

It’s a conversation for later–you don’t need Wanda to protect you, especially if it means being coerced into complying with Vision's demands.

“I’m ready for anything,” you tell him, goading him with a smirk as you feel Wanda nestle closer to you, seeking your warmth. “Now, get your jacket off her and I’ll take it from here.”

As Vision gently takes off the garment from Wanda's shoulders, your eyes catch sight of a distinct mark on her finger, a faded indentation left by a ring that she no longer adorns.

-

Upon arriving at Wanda's place, there is no sign of Sparky. You feel a twinge of disappointment, as you had been somewhat anticipating him despite the circumstances. However, your attention swiftly turns to Wanda, who appears even worse now that you have brought her home: her lips are dry and pale, the flush all over her face down to her neck is still there, and she feels excessively warm to touch, almost as if she is–

“Shit, you’re burning up,” you mutter as you place your hand on her damp forehead.

Then all of a sudden, Wanda forcefully pushes you away, her hand covering her mouth, as she rushes towards the bathroom. In her haste, the straps of her sandals snap, breaking under the pressure. Swiftly, you trail behind her, conscientiously removing your shoes along the way to prevent leaving any dirt tracks on her pristine floor. 

When you enter the bathroom, you find Wanda hunched over the toilet, emptying her stomach. Grimacing at the sight, you kneel beside her and carefully gather her dark hair, holding it up while you wait for her to finish. Once she's done, you flush it down for her. Wanda, seemingly drained, rolls away from the toilet and crawls towards the shower where she simply sits in one corner, closing her eyes with the clear intention of settling down for the night right there.

Faced with a decision, you find yourself contemplating your next course of action. You weigh the responsibilities you had undertaken which was to get Wanda to her apartment safely. What happens to her thereafter should no longer be your concern. After all, Yelena is most likely still waiting for you back at home.

Home. A year ago, the extent to which your definition of it has changed would have been unimaginable.

“Y/N,” Wanda’s weak voice draws your attention away from your thoughts. “You should g-go.” she says hoarsely.

Your fingers close around the doorknob, silent and unmoving, as anger wells up within you; Anger at Wanda for getting herself into this mess. Anger towards Vision for asking you to come to her rescue. Anger at yourself for feeling unable to leave Wanda behind, despite everything.

"Did she tell you about me? I told her not to, Y/N. I'm so sorry..." Wanda's whisper reaches your ears, her eyes remaining shut and her head tilted back, revealing the graceful column of her neck. You instinctively avert your gaze.

“What are you talking about?” you ask.

“I-I went to see you. But she said you were still working. I didn’t mean to intrude, I just wanted you to know about Sparky…”

She? Yelena? You didn’t think Yelena would allow Wanda to go up to your apartment just like that.

"He's not well," Wanda continues, her gaze focused on your face as she takes in every detail of it, as if trying to capture the memory of you in case this is the only opportunity she gets.

Your grip on the doorknob tightens. So that explains why Sparky is nowhere to be found.

“I’m sorry to hear that. What happened? Is he okay?”

Wanda hiccups, thoughts too jumbled to put together anything coherent. "Liver–not normal," she manages to say, her voice trailing off. She had convinced herself that she wanted to see you for a legitimate reason, but as she gazes at you now, it becomes painfully clear that it was her deep longing for you that has ultimately prevailed.

"Is there anything I could-" you start to offer your help, your concern for Sparky overriding whatever tension lingers between you and Wanda.

"You should leave, Y/N," Wanda interrupts, mustering the strength to open her eyes and meet yours. The shame and despair swirling in those green orbs are hard to ignore, but you try to remain steadfast. "She's probably worried about you."

You chew on your lower lip for a moment, and then, instead of doing as she says, you close the door behind you. Silently, you begin removing your own clothes, stripping down to your underwear.

"I have to dry them anyway," you mumble after feeling the weight of Wanda's stare. "Come on, let's fix you up and get you ready for bed."

Wanda reaches for the hem of her shirt, her hesitation evident as she refrains from removing it. Sensing her struggle, you take the initiative, hoping to expedite the process so you can attend to her needs and leave soon. With gentle care, you lift her shirt up and over her head, exposing her trembling form. 

That's when you notice it–her wedding ring that Wanda used to wear on her finger, even after your divorce. But now it has taken on a new form, transformed into a pendant hanging delicately from a chain around her neck. It rests there, nestled between her breasts, a symbol of a past chapter in her life–and yours–that she carries with her, in a different way.

Wanda notices where your eyes are lingering and removes the necklace herself when you remain passive and unmoving. 

The next task is unclipping her bra, and as your fingers reach for the hooks, Wanda's hand covers yours, halting your actions.

“Is this–I mean, do you think should…?” she stammers out, and you’re unsure if the blush on her face is still from the alcohol.

"It's nothing I haven't seen before," you say, feeling your own face heat up. "I think you have a fever. I need to get you out of these wet clothes, is that okay?"

Wanda nods meekly, giving her consent.

A few seconds later, Wanda is naked except for the pink she wears on her cheeks. You help her get up and move under the shower. You twist and turn the knob of the shower until you find the desirable temperature, and then start shampooing Wanda’s hair. 

As the water cascades over her and rinses away her self-loathing, Wanda finds herself surrendering to your care, allowing her to cherish this rare, tender moment she never knew she’d get to experience again. She is grateful for the water, realizing how weary you must be of seeing her cry; it’s just not possible to restrain herself from it when you’re this gentle with her.

“Can you handle the rest?” you ask Wanda, putting your hands under the shower to get rid of the soap.

“Yes,” she answers.

“Okay. I’ll go get some towels.”

Collecting both yours and Wanda's clothes from the floor, you quickly step out of the bathroom before you can start processing what you’ve just done.

Don’t think, just do, you say to yourself as you put the clothes in the dryer. 

Don’t think, just do, you repeat as you get fresh towels from the cabinet.

Don’t think.

When you’re both dry and you’re back in your work clothes and Wanda in her pajamas, you accompany her to her bedroom. You tuck her in and touch her forehead once again to check her temperature. The heat still radiates from her body, and it becomes clear that her fever isn't letting up soon. It won’t go down unless she takes something, but with alcohol still in her system, you don’t think that’s a good idea.

Here, drink this," you offer, extending a sports drink to Wanda.

"Thank you," Wanda murmurs, taking a generous sip before returning the bottle to you.

"Try to finish it. You're likely dehydrated," you suggest. Wanda, acknowledging your advice, obediently continues to drink.

“Better?”

Wanda nods with a small smile. “Thank you, Y/N. I’m sorry you had to go through all that trouble. I didn’t think Vision would–”

“You’re welcome,” you interject as soon as she mentions his name. “We’ll talk soon.” 

Wanda's gaze remains fixed on her folded hands in her lap. "You don't have to," she whispers. "You don't have to talk to me or see me if you don't want to. I'm sorry. This doesn't happen a lot anymore—not as often as you might think. Just something happened, and... I didn't mean to involve you, Y/N. I'm really sorry."

Something? What exactly happened? Regardless, you don't think it's healthy for Wanda to subject herself to such a high level of intoxication, no matter what the circumstances may be.

"We'll talk soon," you repeat, keeping your tone firm but gentle. "Take care, Wanda. Good night."

-

Yelena is wide awake in the living room, her attention focused on a book resting on her lap as you arrive home. The soft glow of a lamp illuminates her features, casting a gentle light on her face. There's a stillness in the room, interrupted only by the turning of pages and the sound of your footsteps.

You hesitate for a moment, taking in the sight of her. 

"Hey," you greet her wearily. "You're still awake?"

“I couldn’t sleep without you,” she says, somewhat bashfully. "There's salad in the fridge if you haven't eaten." she offers.

You pause for a moment, and then meeting her gaze, you ask, "Do you have something to tell me?"

Yelena levels you with a look, putting her book down, she says, “No. Do you?” 

Taking a deep breath, you tell her you do. “I took Wanda home,” you declare, bracing yourself for Yelena’s reaction but her face remains stoic. There's a flicker of something in her eyes, almost as if she had been anticipating your words.

“Can you clarify?” Yelena finally speaks up when you make no further effort to elaborate.

"In the office, I received a call from Vision," you explain. “He said Wanda needed my help. She was in no condition to go home on her own so I took her.”

“Why didn’t he take her home himself?”

You shrug slightly. "Wanda refused to go with him.”

There's a quiet intensity in her eyes, a depth of emotions that she holds back, yet you can sense them lingering beneath the surface. And then, she asks, “And nothing happened?”

“I helped her get change and manage her fever,” you say. “Nothing else happened.”

Yelena's gaze softens, and any trace of her being bothered by your confession finally reveals itself in the form of a soft sigh that escapes her lips.

"Thank you for telling me," Yelena says, wrapping her arms around your neck. "In that case, I should have mentioned that Wanda came by, and I let her come up here."

"Why didn't you say anything?" you ask curiously.

"She told me not to let you know," Yelena reveals quite casually. "And I didn't think it was important anyway."

You hum in response, grateful for her honesty and openness at least. Although, you sense that there might be more to the story than meets the eye.

"Aren't you going to ask me if I've been in touch with her?" you inquire, unable to ignore the nagging curiosity in your mind. Yelena's seemingly mild reactions in response to her encounter with Wanda is slightly unsettling.

“I wasn’t going to,” Yelena confesses, lowering her gaze before they come back up with a vulnerability that wasn’t there before. “But have you?”

You shake your head in response, indicating the truth. Yelena’s shoulder slackens and she steps closer to you. “I don’t want to talk about her anymore. I missed you,” Yelena mumbles the words like a secret, before capturing your lips in a short, sweet kiss, effectively stealing you away from your thoughts.

"Me too," you whisper back, feeling the day's events weighing on you, you take her hand and guide her towards the bedroom. "Let's go to bed."

[gingiesworld]

Deep Emotions

Part Four to Culinary Lessons / Deadly Actions / Keeping Distance

Warnings: Slight angst. Fluff. Happy Ending.

MILF Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

18+ MINORS DNI

As the months had went by, it became obvious to everyone that Wanda was indeed pregnant, her ex husband was in prison and even all of the parents at the twins school knew about the incident.

"I can't leave the house Piet." Wanda told him in a hushed tone. "Everyone here is looking at me."

"Wanda, all of this is the result of your actions and the reaction it has caused." Pietro stated. "The twins aren't getting included much in school anymore. Tommy isn't allowed to play because they're afraid he will have a mean streak like his father."

"I." Wanda took a deep breath as the tears started to flow. "I should have just divorced him before everyone got too out of hand."

"It's too late for that Wanda." He told her. "Everything has already blew up. Yelena has also told me that Y/N is thinking about moving closer to the city."

"What?" Wanda whispered as he nodded.

"Yeah. I think she mentioned about them looking at houses in Westchester." He told her. "And it's going to happen soon so you need to tell them about the baby."

"I can't." She whispered. "I don't know how."

"Just go over there and talk to them." He told her. "It is there child and besides, I am going to take the twins for the weekend to see mom and dad." He stated as he disappeared to pack the twins bags as Wanda took a deep breath. Pietro smiled when he finally heard the front door open and close.

Wanda hurried over the road and knocked on Y/N's door. Smiling as she heard Y/N's voice call through to wait. Shs turned around and looked over to her home, well it doesn't feel like home anymore.

"Wanda?" Y/N was shocked to see her standing there. "Come in." They stepped aside as she smiled shyly. Stepping inside before she followed them through the living room. "How are you?" They asked her, already seeing an obvious reason she is here but not wanting to jump straight into it.

"You're leaving?" She questioned as she noticed the boxes as Y/N nodded.

"I have put an offer on a house in Westchester. It's closer to Lila and since I don't have a job here." Y/N stated as Wanda took a deep breath. "I have no reason to stay here."

"What about me?" She whispered as Y/N gave her a sad look.

"I." They took a deep breath before continuing. "I care about you deeply. Probably more than I should but I have my daughter I need to think about. I have to put her first."

"But the baby?" She whispered as they gave her a sad look.

"I know it's mine." They told her. "I do want to be there for you Wanda, I do but I also need to be there for me."

"Then why leave?" She questioned as Y/N looked down. "Why leave here?"

"Because I almost died in this house Wanda." They told her. "I really do have feelings for you, I do but." They took a shaky breath. "I am scared. I was at the brunt end of your husband's rage and well, I remember wanting to do that to Steve but I didn't."

"Y/N." Wanda took a deep breath.

"I want to be a part of the baby's life but I can't have you uproot your family's life." They stated as she shook her head.

"To be honest, we could do with a change." Wanda stated. "The twins aren't having the best time right now. Everyone knows what their father did and they are receiving the backlash for that."

"Wanda." They tried as Wanda just shook her head.

"Maybe this is what we would need. A new start with new faces." Wanda stated.

"Wanda, my ex wife also lives in Westchester." They told her.

"Oh yeah." Wanda sighed sadly. "Well, I guess this is it."

"This is it Wanda." Y/N confirmed. "I have to do this. I will leave my number for the baby and if you need me for anything." Wanda just nodded before she stood up.

"It was nice knowing you Y/N." Wanda stated dryly before she left. A smirking Yelena came downstairs as Y/N groaned.

"You know, you're kind of a dick." She stated as Y/N just glared at her. "She is pregnant, with your kid I might add and you have practically shunned her and the kid already."

"Lena, you wouldn't understand." They told her.

"Y/N, I know you. You were my best friend before you got with Nat." She told them. "I can see that you really feel something for her too."

"It's complicated." They told her.

"No it's not." Lena told them. "She is divorced and having your kid!"

"I." They tried to come up with another answer but they couldn't.

"Just go over their and talk to her." Lena ordered as she practically shoved them out of the house. They sighed as they heard the bolt on the front door to see Lena gestured through the window.

Y/N stumbled over to the Maximoff residence and knocked softly on the door. Only moments later Wanda had opened it with a look of confusion. Before she could question anything, Y/N captured her lips as they cupped her cheeks, Wanda gripped their wrists as the kiss went on as she led them inside. Y/N pushed her up against the wall as the kiss grew hungrier.

"What?" She questioned as the two pulled away. "I thought."

"I think I love you Wanda." They told her as they gazed in her eyes. "I know that I want this between us to be something more. I know that for sure, but I am afraid."

"Why are you afraid?" She asked them.

"I don't want to get my heart broken again." They whispered. "And I don't want the boys to hate me either."

"Your heart is safe." She whispered as she looked in their eyes. "I already have fallen for you Y/N. Before that night, you had my heart from the moment you actually made me feel seen."

"So how do we do this?" They whispered as Wanda smiled.

"I'll find an apartment in the city." She whispered. "The twins could do with a fresh start too."

"No." They shook their head. "The house I'm buying has more than enough room for all of us. The twins, Lila and the baby will all have their own rooms."

"What about you and I?" Wanda questioned as they traced her jawline with their fingers.

"We have the master bedroom." They answered her as they gazed in her eyes. "It can be our new start."

"A big family." Wanda smiled as her fingers danced around the scar on their hairline. "I'm so sorry this happened to you." They just pecked her lips as they smiled at her.

"A new start."

That is what they had done, both Y/N and Wanda waited until after the baby was born to tell the twins and Lila about their relationship. Wanting to reduce the amount of changes they had to endure.

Wanda stood watching as she held the new baby boy, Lukas in her arms as Nat let herself in. Smiling as she saw the scene before her. Y/N and the three kids having a water fight.

"They seem like a happy family." Nat stated as Wanda nodded. "Do the boys ask about your ex?"

"Not anymore." Wanda whispered. "The first six months was the hardest for them but even he has never bothered to reach out to them."

"But they have Y/N." Nat told her. "Even if they aren't their's by blood, they will treat them as such. They have already started to save a college fund for each of them too. Matching what Lila already had."

"What?" Wanda was shocked by this news.

"Yeah. They asked my opinion of it since we both have shared custody. They wanted an outside opinion." Nat rambled as Wanda smiled endearingly at them as they all laughed together. "They really love you you know. I can see it with how they look at you."

"Like how they used to look at you?" Wanda questioned as Nat shook her head.

"No. When they look at you, nothing else comes into view." She told her with a smile. "Just how you're looking at them now."

Wanda was happy with her life now, she never realised that she could be happy keeping a home and raising children with the love that she finally found in her life. Y/N was the love of her life and nothing would change that.

[hyper-fixated-delusions]

Enemies of the Southside.

Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader.

A/N #1: This is a little different from what I’m used to writing, so please, go easy on me haha also there are some warnings further down so please check them out and if you are uncomfortable with what is mentioned, I advise you not to read.

A/N #2: I hope you enjoy and I apologize for any mistakes! Also comments, reblogs, shares and likes are super appreciated, thank you! :)

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of violence, blood, a knife, and choking. If you are not comfortable with any of these things, PLEASE DO NOT PROCEED.

Translation: “Sestra.” Sister.

Word count: 2,171.

Masterlist.

Being part of the Southside you knew not to wander deserted streets only illuminated by the moonlight, alone. But going home from your job required you to do such, and most times you weren’t worried, because sporting the leather jacket that you did gave you a sense of power that helped ease your mind.

But this night felt different.

This night you couldn’t help but feel like someone was following you, the realization causing a chill to run down your spine.

Cautiously picking up your pace, you make it about half way through the alley that leads you home, when you hear a voice suddenly whisper, “I’m sorry,” and you feel pairs of hands grab at your arms and legs, pushing at you as they pin you to a wall.

“Whoa, what the fuck! Let me go!” You shout as you squirm, trying to get out of the tight hold your are in. “Get the hell off me!” You say and continue squirming, until you feel a hand tightly squeeze around your throat. “Pietro?” You whisper, voice breaking slightly.

Pietro was your best friend that pledged allegiance to the Southside’s biggest gang when you were 15, he was one of the few people that initiated with you.

Which is why you’re so stunned to see him there, a black hoodie on his head and a pair of black gloves on his hands to match.

As your eyes dart around your perpetrators, you recognize a few more faces that you initiated with or you were once very close with and you can’t help the tears that spring to your eyes, causing Pietro to look at everything except you.

But once you manage to make eye contact with the silver haired boy you can see that your old best friend wants to do anything but hurt you and knowing firsthand how severe the consequences can be if he declines hurting you, you give him a slight nod as if to say, it’s okay.

Instantly regretting your decision when you see your ex-lover come out of the shadows, a blade in her hand.

“Hey! Wait, wait. No, no!” You scream, kicking your legs as hard you can to no avail, thinking you were going to endure at least a simple beating. Realizing a little too late that was not the case.

“Hold her tight,” Vision grits, hands tightening on your legs, and once they manage to subdue you he gives Wanda the command, “now go ahead Wanda, cut! Take off that damn disgracing tattoo!” He all but growls and your eyes widen as you realize what is about to actually happen.

As Wanda begins slowly making her way towards you, she makes eye contact with you and the green eyes that stare back at you are full of pain and despair, and your heartbreaks in your chest before the blade that she wields starts cutting into your skin as a way to remove the tattoo you sport on your right arm that you got when you were initiated into the Southside, a tattoo that represented what gang you were in.

“Please, stop!” You yell at the top of your lungs, your scream piercing the air.

A scream so chilling it would probably make a murderer rethink a killing, a scream so piercing it could make anyone go deaf.

But Wanda doesn’t stop, she can’t stop, even as her entire being protests she continues slicing. She continues slicing until the art you were sporting is off your arm and with that they let you go, your limp body falling to the ground with a harsh thud.

Thinking you’re dead you hear their footsteps as they run away once they’re done with you, and as you’re lying there losing consciousness, you hear someone crying.

“I’m so sorry, my love” the voice sobs, “I didn’t want to hurt you. I really didn’t, but I had to,” they say and you feel a hand softly caress your face.

“Wanda, please, we need to go, they’re going to come back to make sure she’s dead if we don’t leave right now,” another voice says.

“She’s dying now Piet, she is losing way too much blood! If we leave her here like this I won’t be able to live with myself if she dies,” the brunette sobs and Pietro quickly jumps into action, ripping a part of your shirt off to make a makeshift tourniquet to put around your arm to temporarily stop the bleeding.

“There Wanda, it’s the best I can do,” your old best friend says softly.

“She’s going to hate me Piet,” the brunette says affectedly.

“I know sestra, I know, she’ll hate us both,” he sighs sadly. “But we knew how grave the stakes could be when we pledged allegiance to the Northside, there is nothing we can do now but move forward. She may never understand why we did what we did, but she knows what these obligations mean to us, she too has her own.”

Wanda nods slightly, tears pouring down her face as she continues the caresses on your face a little while longer before completely pulling away, “I know she’ll understand why this happened, but by doing this to her, we are literally declaring war on the Southside P. There will definitely be hell to pay. I just hope she’s not in the crossfire, I’ve done enough damage today, I’d hate to see her get hurt even more than what has happened right now. I still love her you know,” you hear Wanda say.

“Well if you love her and still care about her then please, let’s go,” the silver haired boy pleads, “they’re going to get suspicious as to why we’re not with them and they’ll come back Wanda, they will, and if they see she’s still alive they might actually kill her, so we really need to go,” Pietro says anxiously.

Those being the last words you hear before their footsteps depart.

As you lay there still losing significant amounts of blood even with the tourniquet on your arm, you black out for a few minutes. Only waking up when you hear more footsteps making their way towards you and you begin dragging yourself on the ground, afraid that the Northsiders have come back to make sure you’re dead or that they’re back to do their job and actually kill you.

But when you hear a familiar voice call out your name, you know you're slightly safe and it isn't until you feel arms wrap around your weak frame and you take in the scent of a familiar cologne that you allow yourself to relax.

“Help! Nat, Steve, Tony! Please get in here and help!” A panicked Bucky yells, as he and Sam set you down on a nearby table, and in come the rest of the Southside’s strongest gang.

“Holy fuck, what happened?” You hear Yelena ask.

“Oh my god, Y/N!” Kate gasps.

“Give her space,” Natasha and Steve yell.

“Jesus Christ,” Tony says entering the room, “what in the hell happened?”

“I-I don’t know,” Bucky stutters, his hands shaking as he sees them full of your blood, “Sam and I were coming back home from the bar when we saw her bleeding out on the floor, we picked her up and came here as soon as possible,” the tall man says.

“Okay, it’s okay, calm down. Let me get a good look at her and I’ll call you guys back in a bit.” Steve says, handing the man a towel as they all walk out of the room.

While in the other room Kate and Yelena can’t stop their pacing due to the extreme worry they feel about not knowing your state. As the rest of the group sit and wait to be called in by their other friends and after several minutes of waiting Steve comes into the room.

“Hey guys, she’s stable, whoever put that makeshift tourniquet on her basically saved her life. You guys are more than welcome to come in and see her,” he says and as soon as the words leave his mouth all at once they go inside the room in which you are in.

“Hey Y/N/N,” Natasha whispers as she removes sweaty hair out of your eyes.

“Hey Natty,” you smile softly.

“Doll, what happened?” Bucky questions.

“It was the Northside,” you breathe and you swear you can see the moment everyone goes tense.

“Who exactly?” Sam asks angrily.

“I-I didn’t see their faces, it was too dark. I was just able to see their j-jackets,” you stutter.

“Bullshit Y/N!” Clint says, calling you out immediately, “who was it?”

“I-It was... Vision, Peter, America, and MJ,” you begin, listing off the names of the people that hurt you, but hesitating on mentioning two other names.

“And who else Y/N/N?” Yelena asks, eyes narrowing as she studies you, “I know you're holding back. Who else was there? Also, don’t even think about lying, we know you,” the girl says and you take in a deep breath.

“Please, don't make me do this," you whisper softly, voice full of emotion.

"Who else hurt you sweetie? We need to know, because they need to pay for what they did," Natasha whispers just as soft, her hand holding your own tenderly.

"Nat please, I love her," you say, tears rolling down your cheeks but nevertheless providing the names they are looking for, "Wanda. Wanda and Pietro also did this to me,” you say as you cast your eyes downward in shame and fear.

“Son of a bitch!” Yelena yells, kicking a nearby stool down, “are you kidding me?! The Maximoff twins did this you?! Oh, they are dead! Do you hear me? They are so dead!” She says, an anger welling in her eyes like you've never seen before.

“I’m with Yelena, they are dead! They want to mess with one of our own, I say we all go over there and kick their asses! Because this means war!” Kate says and everyone except Steve and Tony nod their head.

“No,” Steve begins, “we can’t do that,” the older man says calmly.

“What the hell do you mean Steve! So what? We’re just supposed to roll over and let this happen?” Bucky questions angrily.

“No Buck, we are not going to roll over. We are going to proceed with caution,” Steve continues just as calmly.

“Like hell! If we don’t do something now, they are going to think we are weak, and we are not weak! We can’t let them think we don’t care enough about our members to lie down and take this attack!” Clint yells and the rest of the gang start agreeing.

“Silence!” Tony yells, causing the members to seize their uproar, “Steve is right, we must proceed with caution. It is not ideal, I know, but we must,” he says. “I promise you, we will get our revenge. This heinous act of violence against the kid hurts us just as much as it hurts you. We are a family, we watch after each other so I will make sure we sort this out. But for now, our main priority is Y/N's health, we are so lucky she is here with us right now, so please, all of you go get some rest. It has been an emotional night. But I ask you, reserve this anger, reserve it for when we want to take action against these cowards.”

“As much as I hate to admit it," Natasha begins, "they're right. We are not thinking straight. We are thinking irrationally because we are angry, rightfully so. But we need a proper course of action so we can execute our plans, so for now let’s let Y/N rest, she’s endured enough tonight, goodnight.” Natasha says with finality and the gang huff but nonetheless oblige.

Once all but the three founding members have left, you look to Natasha, Steve and Tony, gratefully. “Thank you guys, for getting them to rationalize, I appreciate it,” you say softly, a small smile making it's way to your face.

“No problem Y/N. But please know, we do not take this attack on you lightly. I know you still love Wanda and care for Pietro, but this act of violence warrants a war, so be prepared for that. What they did to you today is only the beginning, a warning of what’s to come and I know you have history with the twins, but they knew what it meant when they agreed to do this to you and they will have to pay,” Steve says softly and you nod sadly, “now get some rest kid. We’ll see you tomorrow morning, we’re just so glad you’re okay,” he says a smile gracing his features as Natasha moves forward to place a soft kiss on your forehead and Tony nods at you with a small smile on his face.

Wanda, your ex-lover, now turned enemy has no idea what’s in store for her.

[littlepotaaatosimp]

Broken Heart - Miguel O'hara X Scarlet Witch!Reader

Tagged : @deputy-videogamer , @jupitersmoon167 , @midnight-the-shadow-wolf , @xenayami , @melday0105 , @oscarissac2099 , @gushers123 , @nervousvlad , @kuinnoa .

Warning : +18 but not a smut , angst , happy ending .

➞ Spoil : Doctor Strange : Multivers of Madness 

[Reader] → AFAB

[Y/N] = Your Name

[E/C] = Eye color

[H/C] = Hair color 

“ I opened the Darkhold. I have to close it. No one will ever be tempted by the Darkhold again.” 

Caught up in regret, [Y/N] Maximoff used her telekinetic powers to lift the temple to Scarlet Witch on Mount Wundagore to destroy the Book of the Damned in every universe. She looked up at the sky, tears in her eyes as the walls fell on her. Sacrificing her life so as not to let Scarlett Witch do any more damage not only in this universe but in the entire multiverse.

[Y/N] was in a dark place. She didn't look entirely human, she'd grown a horn and one of her arms looked like it wasn't hers any more, with long claws that could rip anything to shreds. Between her hands floated a sphere of luminous red energy that seemed to absorb the being in front of her, the demon inside her.

“ … You do not possess me, Chthon.” she said in an authoritative voice. “ I possess you…” 

After absorbing the demon, [Y/N] found herself back at the hideout she'd made after fleeing Westview. A small cottage in the middle of the wilderness.

She gazed at the peaceful cottage, her being echoing with a sense of nostalgia. As Maximoff made his way to the front door, he was engulfed by a red light that transformed his suit into a comfortable outfit. She put her hand on the doorknob and opened it to see that everything was as she remembered it.

[Y/N] had to accept the losses she had experienced throughout her life. She had to learn to accept for the sake of the multiverse, for herself but also for the memories she had of her loved ones, gone.

"I have to let them go… I have to grieve…" she whispered, her voice broken by the sadness she felt.

Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes as her face crumpled with pain and sadness, as she tried not to think too much about her parents, her twin brother, her ex-husband and her children.

Her parents.

Pietro.

Vision

And Billy and Tommy.

Gone and she has to accept it. She has to accept her loneliness and the fact that she's all alone again. Alone.

She bit her lip as she felt the tears roll down her cheeks, falling to her knees as she held her chest, wanting to rip out the organ that was throbbing.

An orange portal opened abruptly, throwing a person back into a universe unknown to him. He stood up to try and use the same portal that had brought him here, only to see it shrink and close right in front of him.

The man grunted in anger as the orange portal closed before turning to try and figure out where he had landed.

"Where am I?" he asked, looking at the watch he was wearing.

"Are you lost?" asked the hologram of a woman emerging from the watch with clear amusement in her voice.

"Tell me where I am." growled the man, clearly unable to take any more of Lily's amusement at his predicament.

"Mister is lost then!" she cooed before laughing at her creator's predicament.

The man's mask began to retract to show his cold, well-sculpted face… He pinched the bridge of his nose, unable to take any more of his AI's amused behaviour.

"You are currently on Earth 19999," the AI finally replied before disappearing, without before a sarcastic comment from him about perhaps recruiting the nerd who serves as Spiderman in this universe.

Now, Spiderman of Earth 2099 sighed before starting to walk in any direction, to find someone who could help him repair his watch and finally return home or to Spider-Society. Finally, somewhere he knew.

The further he walked, the deeper he sank into the wildness of the place.

No concrete, just earth. No skyscrapers, just trees.

Then he felt something hit his back, sending him flying a few metres away from where he'd been. He grunted and stood up to see a person floating a few centimetres off the ground, enveloped in red energy.

The two people looked at each other, their eyes red.

The person then stretched out his arm towards the man on the ground, enveloping him in the same energy that was enveloping him and lifting him a few centimetres off the ground.

"Who are you?" the person asked as he conjured up a sphere of energy in his hand, ready for a second salvo of attack. "What do you want from this universe?"

"Spiderman from Earth 2099." he replied as he realised that the person in front of him was trying to protect his universe from an incursion.

"Spiderman?" the person repeated, eyebrows furrowed.

The Spiderman she knew didn't look like that. He was a young adult who had just finished high school. Especially as she still remembered those facial features she saw during the 2014 war against Thanos, after the Blip that had brought back half the universe that had disappeared.

"You're not the Spiderman of this world…" finally understood Maximoff beginning to panic slightly at a possible incursion. "You're not supposed to be here."

"I'm just looking for materials to repair my watch. It's what's going to get me into my universe or the Spider-Society," Miguel grunted, feeling the energy tighten around his body, choking him slightly.

At this admission, [Y/N] loosened his grip and placed the Spiderman from another universe on the ground. His red eyes dissipated, giving way to magnificent [E/C] eyes. Just like Miguel's, whose red eyes gave way to brown ones.

The two looked at each other, scrutinising each other's every detail.

[Y/N] motioned for Spiderman to follow her, and Miguel did so, always on the lookout for another possible attack. The two walked in complete silence, not talking. The only noise that could be heard was that of nature and their footsteps. After walking for several long minutes, they came to a cottage.

"This is my house…" [Y/N] said simply, breaking the silence between them. She went to the door and opened it, beckoning Miguel to follow her inside.

Miguel was very defensive, not trusting this person. After all, he had just met her and had attacked her earlier. It was with great reserve that he decided to enter. Once inside, he turned his head to see that the cottage was decorated in a rather simplistic way, with a kitchen that was not at all modern.

[Y/N] then took off her long grey woollen waistcoat, revealing a suit of the same colour underneath. She placed her waistcoat on one of the kitchen chairs.

"I'm going to make us some tea while you explain why you're here," she said simply before disappearing into the kitchen.

The man wasn't sure what to do, so he simply looked around with a scrutinising gaze, trying to work out whether the person was an enemy or an ally. After a few minutes looking around, [Y/N] returned with a tray containing two cups and a steaming pot of tea. She placed it on the coffee table in what appeared to be the living room and motioned for Miguel to sit down in the seat in front of her. Miguel simply sat down, looking at the steaming cup.

[Y/N] understanding the reluctance of the man in front of her, simply used her telekinesis to lift the cup and move it in front of the spiderman from another universe.

"It's not poisoned," she said with a small smile, blowing on the cup of hot tea as she watched the man take the flying cup.

Chthon's ship took a sip as she watched the hot liquid in her cup, trying to think of what she could say.

"Your presence here is dangerous to this universe, you know…" she said as she looked the man in the eye.

"That's why I'm looking for a way back to my universe or to Spider-Society."

"Um…" she mumbled as she closed her eyes before opening them again. "You can understand that I can't afford to leave you here at the risk of letting an incursion take place…I'll help you."

Miguel closed his eyes, thanking the person in front of him for his help.

"I'm [Y/N] Maximoff." the person introduced himself with a small smile.

"Miguel O'hara."

" Nice to meet you."

In the days following the meeting between the two people, [Y/N] and Miguel had to go into town to look for any DIY tools or components that the Spider Man from another universe needed to repair his exit key to return to Spider-Society. The ship had used its magic to look different, she didn't want Strange to recognise her after what happened with the multiverse, she was far too ashamed and not yet ready to face the world.

Of course, Miguel didn't know who the warm soul was who had offered to help her and what she had done in life to make her feel the need to change her appearance to go into town.

Together, throughout the days, they were able to buy the materials and DIY tools needed to repair the watch.

The two then returned to [Y/N]'s cottage to begin the repairs.

They were both rather reserved, but as the hours and days passed, they gradually began to talk about their lives, without mentioning their traumas and losses.

One day, [Y/N] had gone to the old house she had shared with Vision and her children in Westview under a new guise, so as not to be recognised by the residents she had put under mental control.

Miguel, who had stayed in the cottage to continue the repairs, got up to fetch a tool. He started walking towards one of the rooms. He turned on the light and saw what appeared to be a room for children. The Spiderman frowned, wondering why [Y/N] had a boy's room in her shawl, did she have children? So where were they?

Questions began to form in his head. He couldn't stop thinking about his daughter, whom he had also lost. Were they the same?

He looked at the photo frames in the room, to see that one of them had a family photo, but not just any family photo. The father had red skin and didn't look human at all, he had a stone embedded in his forehead. Beside him was someone all too familiar to the man, someone with [H/C] coloured hair and [E/C] eyes shining with love and joy, with a sincere smile on her lips. In front of the two adults were two little boys, who appeared to be the children of the two adults behind them, wearing innocent smiles…

When he saw the photo, he couldn't help but feel his heart clench, remembering his life as a father. It seemed that the two of them were more alike than he had imagined. After understanding [Y/N]'s personal situation, he felt anxious and felt his walls, which he had beaten down for several years after the loss of his daughter, crumble at the mere realisation of the common link between the two individuals.

The front door opened to reveal the owner, who was swallowed up by red energy and returned to her usual hair colour [M/C] and big eyes [E/C]. When she returned to the cottage, she saw Miguel's watch in the living room, but she didn't see him in the room, which worried her. She felt her heart pound with concern for the tall man from another universe. She began to search the rooms of the house, only to find him in her boys' bedroom.

"O-oh, what are you doing here?" asked [Y/N] with a small, embarrassed smile and an equally embarrassed laugh.

"Do you have children?" the man asked as he moved closer to the person, his body clearly towering above that of Chthon's ship.

"Wh-"

Miguel showed the family photo to the person who'd taken him in all this time. [Y/N] then realised that he had discovered a part of her that she had wanted to hide. She felt anxiety and fear catch her throat, her heartbeat and breathing quickened. She felt imprisoned, so she staggered out of the room and into the living room. She sat down in a chair and wrapped her arms around her body, her nails digging into her skin as tears rolled down her cheeks as she thought about her perfect little sitcom life and what she'd lost.

"[Y/N]…" called Miguel in a low voice so as not to provoke a fit from the person.

"I-I had two boys… But…" she began as the tears fell more and more.

Miguel sat down next to Maximoff, trying to cheer her up, clearly understanding her pain at losing someone close to her. That's why he was much more patient with this person than with others. This news about this person had shaken her up. Perhaps he should open up more with the Maximoff.

"I-I lost my daughter too…" admitted Miguel, looking at the photo frame.

"W-what?"

Miguel sighed as he stared at the ground for a minute before looking at the person beside him, the tear marks still visible on his cheeks. He gave her a small smile before glancing at the photo. He then began to recount what had happened. The death of his alternate self, his replacement by himself and life with his daughter, and finally the destruction of this universe, of which he was the main cause.

Listening to the Spiderman's story, [Y/N] grabbed the man's hand to reassure him that she was there. [Y/N] then felt compelled to recount her loss. She could only remember what Vision had told her when she lost her father. He had told her that talking about the loss of Pietro and how she felt would help her grieve.

"Maybe he's right…" she thought wistfully of that moment in her bedroom when she was watching a sitcom with the synthesizer beside her.

The witch took a deep breath and began to tell her story. From the loss of her parents when she was 10, to the loss of her twin brother when she was 18, to Vision when she was 28 and a few weeks later, she had lost the artificial intelligence once again, but on top of that, she had lost both her sons. At 31, driven mad by loneliness and clinging to her memories as a housewife, she decided to kill her other alternative so that she could have her children with her. But it didn't work out that way…

"I want my children with me… But I can't…" she said simply, glancing at Miguel.

You could tell in her voice that she was broken because of the feelings that flooded through her whole being as she recalled the moments she spent with those children in the Westview Anomaly.

She wiped her tears away with the sleeve of her woollen waistcoat as she bit her lip to keep from crying more.

"In the end, you and I are almost the same…" Miguel spoke in a gentle voice as he placed his hand on her head.

Sensing the attraction they felt towards each other building to a climax at this point, the two moved closer and their lips touched. At first it was just innocent little kisses, but then the room warmed up and they began to wrestle for dominance. [Y/N] threw her arms around the man's neck to embrace him while Miguel placed his large hands on his hips. The witch straddled him as the session between them grew hotter and hotter.

Miguel, overcome with excitement, lifted the witch's body as the kiss grew hotter. He then made his way to [Y/N]'s bedroom, laying her body down gently before undressing her with kisses. The man stood up to look at Maximoff's almost naked body. He smiled wryly at this, feeling aroused by the sight of [Y/N]'s flushed face. He then decided to put his head close to her neck, while kissing. He opened his mouth as his canines lengthened before placing them gently on the young witch's neck.

[Y/N] when she felt the canines of the man who was currently dominating her. She squeezed her legs together, feeling aroused by the action. She'd never had sex before, when she was in a relationship with Vision, even to get pregnant there was no need to have had sex. She just wanted to get pregnant and her magic did the rest. Her heart began to race just thinking about what was to come.

One thing led to another and the two of them had sex for several hours.

The sunlight streamed into the woman's bedroom. [Y/N] opened her eyes as she looked around her room and when she turned her head, she saw Miguel O'hara's naked body. At that moment, her heart dropped into her stomach, feeling bad for deceiving Vision. She just felt attached to the artificial intelligence who had been her lover for several years. Panicking, she got up and put on her clothes before heading for the kitchen. She decided to go about her business as usual, as if nothing had happened yesterday. So she just started making breakfast for the two of them.

Miguel O'hara opened his eyes and moved his arm to try and embrace the woman he'd spent the night with, only to be met with emptiness. He moved his head towards the spot to see that [Y/N] was no longer there. He got up and went into the kitchen to see her cooking. He felt his heart melt with tenderness as he watched the scene before him. He decided to move closer and put his arms around her to cuddle her.

"Whoa…" he mumbled in a deep voice as he placed his lips on her neck.

The young woman sighed and removed herself from the man's grasp, confusing him.

"Hello…" she greeted coldly in return.

The man from Earth 2099 couldn't help but be shocked by [Y/N]'s coldness. He frowned.

"Are you all right?"

"Not very well…" she replied before leaving a silence, pondering the words that were to follow. "I-I think the two of us was a mistake…"

This news had the effect of a stone falling on the man.

"W-what?"

"We both come from different universes and especially that you'll soon be leaving me once your watch is fixed… A relationship won't be possible between us…" she admitted, placing both hands on the man's cheeks. "We'd better forget what happened yesterday, it was a serious mistake…"

Having said that, she turned and continued preparing breakfast with a heavy heart.

The day went on just like the first day. The two avoided each other as best they could, trying not to stay in the same place.

Miguel meanwhile threw himself heart and soul into repairing his watch.

While [Y/N] went out more and more to tend to the garden.

They didn't even glance at each other, not wanting to make the atmosphere even more awkward and tense than it already was. They couldn't look each other in the eye without both of them feeling attracted to the other, and especially bad, because [Y/N] was right.

Their love story wasn't supposed to exist, they should never have met in the first place.

Miguel O'hara the Spiderman of Earth 2099 was standing outside the cottage wearing his hero suit as he put his watch on his wrist after 2 months of trying to repair it with what [Y/N] had bought. He turned it on and an orange portal opened in front of him, and he felt sad to be leaving the quiet, peaceful life he'd been able to create with the woman with the hair [C/H]. Deep down, he hoped that the woman would come and stop him leaving her, but it was best for his world. Sensing something behind him, he turned his head to see someone…

"[Y/N]…" he muttered emotionally, as his mask disappeared.

His eyes boring into the woman's eyes.

The witch was outside, panting as if she'd run a marathon, tears in her eyes as she saw that the man was about to leave her. She knew it was for the good of her land, but she couldn't help feeling selfish and wanting happiness after so much loss. The moment she fell back in love with someone other than her former lover, his presence had to threaten her world. Why did the world make her heart beat faster for a man she knew was impossible to be in a relationship with? If she had been under the Darkhold's control, she herself would have destroyed her universe and the people who live in it just to feel that spark of love. With nothing left to lose, she ran to the spider hero and kissed him fiercely, throwing her arms around his neck to bring her large body closer to his.

At last, after days of coldness, the two shared a fiery kiss that melted all the ice that had built up between them.

After a few seconds, they pulled away, their eyes misty with tears that threatened to fall.

"Miguel… I-I really love you. You're the only one since Vision who makes me feel this way, but… You have to go…" she said, caressing his face as the tears rolled down his cheeks. "I want to love you… But-"

"My presence threatens your world…" finished Miguel, who was just as shocked by what had just happened. "I know…"

The two shared one last kiss, a kiss that felt like goodbye, or rather, farewell…

"Perhaps in another universe, this might have been possible…" said the witch, stroking the hair of the man whose feelings she had just confessed.

"Yes, in another universe it would have worked, mi amore…"

The newly-formed couple walked away from each other, looking at each other sadly, knowing that they were going to have to say goodbye.

Miguel turned his back to [Y/N], slowly approaching the gate. Nearing the thing that would take him home to Spider-Society, he turned his face towards the woman he had grown to love during his time here. He could see that the woman who had helped him, who had taken him in, had her face twisted in sadness, her hands resting on her chest, her hands clenched. The sight also made his heart ache. He too didn't want to leave the woman and this quiet little life.

"You have to go, Miguel…" she said, a broken smile on her lips.

The Spiderman nodded slowly before launching himself into the orange portal, leaving Earth 19999 and the woman who had seduced her, [Y/N] Maximoff.

They both closed their eyes as they began to remember each other's warmth and comforting presence.

"Goodbye, [Y/N] / Miguel."

Days and months have passed since Miguel returned to Spider-Society. Some Spiderman and Spiderwoman seemed reassured by his return for fear that an incursion had been created when he was lost in one of the lands of the vast multiverse. But they couldn't help worrying about the overly calm and distracted temperament of the man who was at the head of this whole organisation that brought together Spidermen from several different universes.

The man couldn't help thinking about the woman he loved. His love for her had begun to intensify since their separation, the need to find her had become stronger and almost anchored in his wildest instincts. He also found himself doing a lot more missions than usual and that's where he finds himself. He was on a mission to try and capture an anomaly that was threatening the tranquillity of the universe in question. As he had the villain between his claws, in the air, he opened his mouth wide, his canines extending to plant them.

When his ears picked up a strange, threatening sound, he turned his head as his mask rematerialised over his face, and he saw some kind of dark creature flying towards him in a threatening manner. He threw the enemy to the ground as he dodged the unknown thing's attack. Once he was a good distance away, he noted the strange, monstrous appearance of the thing. He couldn't work out what the monster was. Miguel lunged at the creature but was quickly pushed back by one of the monster's limbs, catching himself on one of the walls where he dug his claws in to keep from falling. He growled savagely as he shook his head to get his bearings. He looked up to see the monster ready to attack him, but he also saw the creature surrounded by a red energy that stopped him in his tracks. Turning his eyes, he saw a sort of misty red portal and a person emerging from it. Seeing the person, his heart beat faster as his eyes watched every feature of the face of the person who had saved him.

[Y/N] stepped out of the portal she had generated with her magic to see that the demon had indeed been stopped just in time.

"Phew! The others will have to take care of the rest… I can't believe demons escaped from the dark dimension…" she growled, running a hand over her hair.

She then flew close to the monster, who squeaked in fear as he sensed a much more powerful and ancient energy in the witch. Happy that her mission was over so quickly, she took out a kind of telephone that allowed her and her team to communicate even in different universes. Communication was needed on the whereabouts of the demons who had escaped from the dark dimension so that they could be better apprehended and sent back to their own dimension. She let her two team-mates, Doctor Strange and Loki, know that she had caught one of the monsters on the run. Her hands lit up and were engulfed in a red glow and with several hand movements, she created a portal in the same way as the one that had brought her here to send the demon back to its own universe.

"Job done!" she said simply, patting her hands to congratulate herself on a job well and quickly done.

Just as she was about to invoke another portal so that she could finally return home, she felt a presence behind her.

"[Y/N]…"

She turned to see that the person who had called her was the man who haunted her nights and her heart. Tears welled up in her eyes as her throat was blocked by the strong emotions she was feeling. Mostly joy and happiness. She flew gently towards the man, afraid that it was just an illusion and that he would disappear, but once her hands were on his broad shoulders, she put her ear to his chest to listen to his heartbeat.

"Y-you're here… You're really here…" she whispered, looking into the man's brown eyes.

"I'm really here, mi amore…" he mumbled in response, placing his lips all over her face.

The two kissed passionately, happy to see each other again after several days, months without the presence of the other by their side and with only memories of them. Now at last they were back together.

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[luuknowsbetter]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BUCKY! (BUCKY BARNES X READER)

|Bucky Barnes x reader|

soft!bucky | smut | MUY soft

Characters: y/n (reader). Bucky Barnes. Sam wilson. Natasha romanoff. Steve Rogers. Tony Stark. Wanda maximoff. Clint Barton. Bruce banner. Thor. Loki. Vision. Pietro maximoff. Stephen strange. Peter Parker.

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Warnings: Mild smut, explicit language, and soft.

A/N: Hey, this is my first time writing a fic and I hope you enjoy it! Also,my first language is not English so some words are going to sound a bit weird sorry about that :/

The rays of light coming through his window managed to wake Bucky from his sleep…that and his girlfriend yn who had practically jumped on him yelling at him and saying a lot of sweet things congratulating him.

-Happy birthday my dear, you are now officially an old man! Said the girl in front of him leaning towards him to kiss his lips.

-You still love me yn- Bucky said and immediately kissed her again. The kiss intensified and before they knew it Yn was already on Bucky's lap, both half naked and the girl with her legs slightly spread. Un began to spread kisses all over her boyfriend's neck and bare chest as he let out sighs and a few moans. Yn's attention was drawn to the ex-soldier's pajama pants where there was a (not small) bulge down there. The girl smiled and directed her hands towards that lower area but just as she was about to do so the door to the room burst open revealing the avengers who had prepared a cake for Barnes.

-HAPPY BIRTH - OH GOD - Tony immediately closed the door of the room, bucky and yn looked at each other totally surprised and blushing because of what had just happened a second ago.

-We should have knocked, damn - Tony exclaimed as he looked at the rest of the team with a shocked expression on his face.

"That solves where yn was," Clint whispered to Natasha and she just nodded with a slight smile. -I think we should go to the living room and wait for them to come down," suggested Captain America and everyone agreed

"Oh fuck," Yn says, completely blushing, even over Bucky, who is still trying to process what just happened. "I think we'll leave this for later, sweetheart," Bucky says, somewhat blushing. Yn nods, they both get up and begin to dress quickly, after a few minutes they both arrive at the room, where all the avengers were.

"There you are," Natasha exclaims. "Nice gift, Buck?" Sam asks mockingly, Bucky just rolls his eyes, blushing. "Yeah, well, that surprised us all," says Steve as he takes a sip of his coffee. -Not me. - Sam, Nat, Tony, Wanda and Clint respond in unison. making yn giggle

The entire team continued with their things as they normally did. yn and Steve had organized a party for Bucky later that night, so they were getting things ready for the party, when suddenly yn walks up to Bucky, who was sitting on the couch in the living room reading a book, and yn walks up to him. behind and hugs him

"You can claim the gift later if you want, handsome," Yn whispers in Bucky's ear.

"I hope so, doll…" Bucky responds and places a kiss on his girlfriend's neck.

Needless to say, Bucky had a great time on his birthday.

[romanoffsbish]

Tired of Living a Lie

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Wanda x Vision ; Wanda x Bucky (Past)

Carol x F!R (Mentioned)

Requested by: @fukanouna 🥰

Prompts

“I can't pretend anymore.”

Warnings: Closeted Wanda, Fed up/mean R Angsty with a happy ending.

Wanda watched you from across the room, it had become sort of her thing really; always observing, but never making the right moves. Loving you in secret was weighing heavily on her soul, it was almost burdensome, but she also couldn't imagine wanting to live a life without you running through her mind.

"Maximoff!," she hummed but didn't turn to face the older redhead., "Go and ask her out."

"Natasha, she's dating Carol.," the redhead scoffed indignantly., "Wands, Carol's literally off kissing Val in the corner, so go save the poor thing before I honestly do; she's cute.," Wanda turned to her with a glare, but it didn't last for long when she heard your soft laughter. Once again she shifted to you., "Yeah, she is."

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"Then go.," Natasha urged her best friend on with a shove, she'd been watching the two of you dance around one another for years now. Wanda rolled her eyes at her pushy behavior, then in a bout of petty payback she stole the woman's drink for the necessary courage., "Wish me luck then.," the redhead shook her head with a laugh., "You won't need it."

Wanda watched you curiously as you moved towards the bar, your happy facade now fallen, and her heart ached at the familiar sight of your pouting face; you were beyond miserable.

Which was fair since the atmosphere you were just in was tense as you watched your date making out with her ex girlfriend. Carol was meant to be here with you, and even if the thing you two had was casual it still hurt to see. Truth be told you were using her just the same, and she knew it all too well. You were just a warm body to her, and you put up with it because all you really wanted was to forget about the unobtainable woman who held your heart since the first time she smiled at you.

Wanda Maximoff—God did you love that woman with all of your fragile little heart.

She'd been the center of your focus for years, but after the millionth ignored sign of your affections on her end you realized it was a hopeless dream. The woman was straight as can be from what you'd seen thus far, after her relationship with Jarvis, and then Bucky it was almost a solidified notion in your logical mind. Even with all of her lingering glances, and tantalizing touches—you'd refused to read into them anymore after years of being ignored, even if you always knew it was more to her...

Ignorance is bliss, right?

Wanda obviously wasn't out to anyone besides Natasha and Pietro; it was her deepest regret. Dating Vision was easy, the guy wasn't all that interested in her either, and after an awkward kiss shared between the pair they were certain. Vision came out though and is with Bruce now, unlike Wanda who just moved onto Bucky who was into her, but not as much as he was Steve.

Watching both of her previous flings coming out finally inspired her to do the same, but then she watched you and Carol's relationship 'blossoming', and she knew it'd been unfair to suddenly be available to you when you weren't.

Because at the end of it all the woman knew you were in love with her. She'd even selfishly taken that infatuation of yours for granted. Thinking she had forever to vacate the closet,  turns out even forever had an expiration date though, but fortunately for her the world was giving her this one last chance to fix it all, and after the push she received she was taking it.

"Y/N/N.," she squealed your nickname out awkwardly, wincing at her nervousness as she rushed into your rigid body, and was met with the fumbling of your arm as you ungraciously hugged her back., "Hey Wands...," her heart shivered rather anxiously at your unusually somber tone, you were never this low with her.

"What's wrong Y/N?," you wanted to scoff at her question like the answer wasn't obvious. To yell at her for looking at you with those soft eyes of hers full of that unwavering concern she usually held for you, the same set of green that sparkled so brightly most days that you could hardly ever function, as if it were the actual sun that was seeking to blind you., "What is it?"

"I can't pretend anymore.," she froze, never in her years of halfheartedly hiding herself from you did she expect you to be the one to bring it up. She'd always thought she'd confess her heart to you eventually, and that all would go down well., "W-what do you mean?," still, she had to be sure this was about her and not the situation with Carol right now.

"Are you actually being serious Wanda?"

Okay, so it definitely is about her...

"Everyone in this room knows how I feel about you, there's no fucking way you haven't felt it.," you slammed your drink down onto the bar,  the red liquid sloshing all over., "It's ridiculous really. I've been in love with you since Middle School and it's like you don't even see me."

Wanda took a stuttered step backwards when you raised your hands while shouting., "Why?," she frowned, not entirely understanding the question., "Why would you string me along?," you laughed incredulously., "With all those late nights spent cuddling up to me, then the next second you're gone and on a date with Bucky."

"Or, how about all of my dates that got ruined by your sudden need for me, I'd show up like the idiot that I was, each time thinking that this is when she'll finally tell me she feels the same. But it never happened Wands, and when I'd try and initiate it you'd fucking shrug me off."

Wanda tried to cut in, to apologize even and make this all right, but it was clear you weren't anywhere close to done., "Did you think I'd just be your second choice forever Wanda? The one you could love in private without ever uttering the words? Is that meant to be enough for me?"

"Y/N, please, I—.," you quickly cut the woman off., "No, did I not deserve the truth? Tell me the god damn truth woman, and set me free."

"That's enough!," Natasha was the only person amongst your friends willing to shut you down. In all honesty they all found you well within your rights—even Pietro wasn't upset with you for finally calling her out., "Balcony, now!"

Natasha paid no mind to your reluctance or your bare shoulders, she simply shoved you right outside, you huffed at her treatment of you as she let Wanda walk through the doors normally., "Talk.," she stared at you pointedly., "Don't scream, and for the love of God take turns, and maybe try to fucking listen Y/N."

Wanda watched you warily, her heart beating wildly in her chest when you stared back at her with such angry eyes, your hurt was obvious., "Y/N...," she took a few steps in your direction and to her hearts content you didn't step away. When you visibly shivered though it was rather disheartening to say the least for her, she was now under the impression that you were unable to even be in the same space as her.

How would she win you over if you can't even stand her? Did she really ruin everything?

Then she saw you rub your shoulders, it was then that she had noticed your lack of jacket, her face fell at the realization that you were forcibly freezing., "Oh detka.," she didn't even second guess her next move as she slipped her suit jacket over your shoulders., "Wanda..."

There was a warning in your tone, but she simply ignored it because she knew it held no malice, you were valid in your confusion here. She gently pulled you closer to her body by the collar of her jacket., "Y/N..," she smiled, your confused frown not discouraging her in the slightest., "I'm tired of pretending too.," her breaths were hot against your numb cheeks., "All I've ever wanted was you Y/N.," your frown instantly deepened and she sighed sadly.

"Listen... I tried to fight these urges, it was a stupid decision really, I was just irrationally scared to come out, and for all of the pain that caused I'm so sorry.," her left hand slid up to cup your cheek, the warmth of her fingers against your chilled skin was so incredibly pleasant. Wanda beamed when you leaned into her touch, your eyes softly fluttering closed., "You're my wildest dream Y/N, and I was just so scared of messing everything up. Which is dumb because by waiting and sending you these mixed signals I only made it all worse."

"No...," your whispered negation startled her, she expected you to possibly shove her away, to even start yelling again, but it didn't shock her much to see you taking the selfless route., "I'm sorry for yelling at you inside there Wands..."

"It's ok, I deserved that and more Y/N.," you shook your head, tears that had been settled in your eye line now free flying through the air., "You didn't Wanda. The closet is meant to be where you feel safely hidden, not trapped, and most certainly not to feel forced to vacate it.," you stared deeply into her eyes to convey the honesty before leaning your forehead to hers.

"Nobody has the right to expect you to come out for them—it's only your burden to carry. I'm sorry I added onto that with my advances.," she chuckled dismissively., "I initiated those many cuddle sessions Y/N, your advances weren't ever a problem for me. I loved every graze of your hand, or feel of your eyes on me."

"I was finally ready to tell you in March.,” she confessed and your entire face fell., “Oh…”

She chuckled sadly., “Yeah, it really hurt to see you with her, but I knew it was my karma.,” you pouted as you realized you could’ve had her this whole time., “Silly old me actually thought I had time, which was insane because you’re a catch Y/N, I’m just thinking the stars you chose Carol instead of Darcy or Monica because then I’d have surely lost you for good.”

“Oh Wanda.,” you sighed rather dramatically., “Such a silly little thing you are.,” you teased with a playful boop to her nose before your eyes settled into something more genuine., “You never would’ve lost me, because I would never have been able to move on with them.”

“Yeah?,” the blush on her cheeks was deep enough that you could see it under the night sky., “You’re the one I want, so nothing else would’ve made it further than the third date. I’m in love with you Wanda, and I’ll only ever will be willing to build a happy life with you.”

“I love you Y/N/N, so very much.,” her eyes drifted to your lips, shamelessly looking at them., “Do you hear that?,” she smirked as you motioned to the loud cheering from indoors., “Should we join them?,” you offered but she shook her head quickly with a silly smirk, then she gripped you closer by the collar of her jacket, her lips teasingly ghost over yours., “5,4,3,2,1… Happy New Year moya lyubov’.”

“Happy New Year Wa—.,” her lips pressed into yours before you could return the sentiment, but you weren’t going to complain. Not when you finally had the woman of your dreams making out with you outside of your fantasies. It was more aggressive than you’d expected it to be, but it is also far overdue so the sense of urgency on both ends is to be expected.

Wanda buried her face in your neck as soon as she pulled away from you for air, her cries were so quiet that you’d have missed her emotions if not for the hot tears running down your chest. Instead of acknowledging her pain you left her be, allowing her this opportunity to feel those raw emotions that came with being yourself for the first time in your entire life.

Soothing circles against the small of her back to aide in calming her was the closest you really came to acknowledging her complex feelings. Wanda appreciated the way you comforted her without expecting some big speech, you placed no pressure on her, you just simply let her be. It was one of your better qualities, she’d always admired how you could make her feel better without needing to be like her therapist.

“Dare I say it?,” you suddenly whispered, it startled the poor girl, she had a mind about her to slap you for it, but something about the tone of your voice intrigued her enough to pull back. Wanda looked to you with a quirked brow, and an uneasy smile but she reluctantly nodded and so you shouted: “New Year, New Us!”

Wanda playfully shoved you away., “No, you should have kept that in the vault actually.,” you cackled so hard your hand flew to your abdomen, with your head now thrown back., “You’re such a loser.,” she whined, but her smile was the brightest it had honestly ever been as she playfully insulted your horrid humor., “Well at least I’m your loser now.”

Wanda’s wide smile tempered as you spoke., “That you are detka, you’re finally all mine.,” this time you leaned in first, sealing your lips in a softer kiss that served to warm you both up, your previously frozen limbs tingling as they came back to life. It made making out outside in the dead of Winter not such a bad thing.

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🥰 Kaitlyn 🥺

[imnotasuperhero]

Drabble nºX (set somewhere in the beginning of SB) -W.M

Wanda Maximoff x Reader.

Summary: After almost two years away from the life you had built, you returned to your hometown at your parents' request. But what happens when one Wanda Maximoff is involved in the family retreat?

Or, a quick drabble for day 5 of Promptober that I was forced (by my muses) to set in my ongoing baker!Wanda AU.

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The autumnal season has arrived with a ton shit of emotions you weren't ready to unpack. Not because they were too difficult to decipher or anything… but because you had to endure the whole weekend at your family's cabin in the mountains with no other than your ex.

You see, time ago you were considered the couple of the year among your friends and family. With all the love and secrecy only two souls linked together were available to share, it was no brainer that you and Wanda would be together forever. But as time passed, the love you had created started to die little by little as the routine had gotten in between you two, making it harder to fight, no matter how hard you tried to put the extra part in the relationship.

"Change that face or you'll have wrinkles before you're forty," your dad had spoken, bringing you back to the present.

"Sorry," you sipped on your hot cocoa.

"What's happening in that head of yours?" The big man leaned over the island separating you both, with his brown eyes inspecting you. For a moment you considered lying, but then you'd have to face the never-ending interrogation that was bound to happen, knowing your dad's insistence.

But before you could answer, her energy gravitated towards you once again, like a warm blanket on a cold day.

"Morning," Wanda walked toward the cabinets, focused on making herself her morning tea, oblivious to the tumultuous thoughts.

"Morning," you greeted her, ignoring the burning itch in your body under your dad's look. You could feel his knowing smirk without looking at him.

Torn between the feeling of gratitude to Wanda for having saved you from your dad's inquisitions and the way the peace in your soul seemed to flicker whenever she was around you, the morning had left you with a bittersweet taste. The memories of a better time and endless comfort had set camp in your heart, making it impossible for you to be at ease in this cabin that held so many events. Each one of them was as vivid as if it were happening all over again. But despite the lesson you've learned about boundaries and applying as much of your no-contact rule from the things that interfered with your inner calm, you hadn't in you to refuse your parents' invitation to retreat to the mountains together, with the excuse to discuss some family business than involved you and Wanda, and by extension, Pietro.

Ruffling the small mountain of leaves that had started to fall, you prayed to the Universe to give you the strength needed to bear these next 48 hours.

Taglist: @wandabear @red1culous @xxxtwilightaxelxxx @when-wolves-howl @sunsol-22 @romanoffomixam @casquinhaa @fxckmiup @snowtrova (if you wanna be added to the Promptober days or in my fics in general, let me know)

[1donoow]

MCU REC

Pt 2

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♡ - smut

Most of them are fluff

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<a/n>i somewhat explain why there's alot in my pin post

Moon knight

kate bishop

Peter parker

Miles morales

alex summers

Warren Worthington

Sean cassidy

peter(pietro) maximoff

stephen strange

moon knight (mostly steven)

@buckysaster - sunday

@cosmicloki - chamber of reflection

@angelltheninth - mornings with steven and marc

@itsactuallywhitewolf - What I think dating Steven Grant would be like

@falcor-thee-luck-dragon - life is strange

@refiwrites - in safe hands

@spilledkauffie - Tuesday's on the Phone to Me

- dating steven grant hcs

@leydileyla - Dating Steven Grant Headcannons

@ithebookhoarder - being in a relationship with marc and steven

- ___(scarlet witch!reader)

- Marc and Steven with an ex-Black Widow!Reader

@daredev1ls - matching (avatar!reader)

@bowieandqueen11 - In A While, crocodile

- dating steven grant would include

- looking after a sick steven grant would include

- cuddling headcannon

@writersblockedx - day dreaming

@mrsknightt - all nighter

- distraction

@psychedelic-ink - tongue tied

@elliaze - she's on my mind

@imagineyourworld - period headcannon

@americancowgirl19 - stardust

@dragon-kazansky - fuck you,khonshu

@geliditramonti - my one-finned fish

@frozenfries - lost & found

@angelltheninth - working with steven and marc

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kate bishop

@ithebookhoarder - dating kate bishop would include

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Peter parker

@justanotheranxiousfangirl - study kisses

@silverdecepticon93 - ___

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Miles morales

@silverdecepticon93 - ___(avenger!reader)

- ___(red lantern!reader)

@dreamkidddream - ___

- secretly dating

- hero x villain

@moralesmilesanhour - meeting his uncle

- ___ (telekinesis!reader)

@forever1kay - ___

@pinkt3aa - graffiti competition

@syiano - being miles morales relative and a hero

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alex summers

@quicksilverownsmysoul - Alex Summers with a Shy s/o

@make-me-imagine - alex taking care of you when you're sick

@random-imagines - Imagine killing time with Alex Summers between lessons

@chloe-skywalker - touching you

@imaginesbykesia - dating alex summers would include

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Warren Worthington

@refiwrites - You’re Lucky I Love You

@michelle-is-writing - future

@mercurymilkshakes - fools

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Sean cassidy

@groovymxn-blog - being human and dating sean cassidy would include:

@harringtonisadingus - dating sean cassidy

@spotofimagines - tower

@spacesuitsforemergency - dating sean cassidy

@random-imagines - sean trying to impress you

@writingforthefandom - first impressions

@poisonivysparks - sunburnt

@imaginationkingdom - ___

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peter(pietro) maximoff

@takenbypeter - sick and needy

@ourquicksilvered - ___

@violetrainbow412-blog - dear professor

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stephen strange

@dexnnovk - where is my love?

[raleighcarreras]

it's all so incredibly loud

Part 6: there's a flood coming to sweep us away

Pairing: wanda maximoff x black!fem!reader

Rating: M (sexual content, language)

Warnings: sex, not very descriptive but still evident, vaginal fingering (r receiving), pietro is the best wing man ever, he's going to make sure his sister gets laid or die trying

Wrd Cnt: 1.9k?

Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Notes: one more chapter (unless i decide on an epilogue) to go! The song is teenage dream but specifically the glee version (stop looking at me like that) 18+ only im so serious

"I'ma get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans. Be your teenage dream tonight."

You had gotten maybe an hour of sleep all night. First, the fiasco with the boys, and then with Wanda less than a foot away from you, relaxation was hard to come by.

You told her you needed her with you to calm down, and in all honesty, you thought you were telling the truth. But the opposite had occured. As soon as you heard her soft breathy snorts of air, you were riddled with energy.

Sleep didn't find you until the 10 O'clock hour in the morning. After Pietro came into the room with Alexis hanging off of his hip, chewing on his shirt. He told you he'd take the boys out to a 24 hour arcade he saw during his 6 am run. Promising to feed them, give them a stern Uncle Talk (TM), and thus giving you space to rest for as long as he could keep their attention.

You whispered a small, grateful 'Thank you' and Wanda grunted out something unintelligible. Otherwise, she had been dead to the world all night and well into the morning.

Wanda slept like she hadn't slept in months. And you did too, for an hour.

At 11: 06, you awoke to an arm tightening around your waist. Wanda also awoke to an arm tightening around your waist.

She tried to peel away from you, "Shit, Y/N. I'm sorry. Force of habit I guess."

You stopped her with a grip onto her wrist that presented itself more forceful than you intended, "No don't. Please."

Wanda replaced her arm, "Ok. I'm not going anywhere."

You had no business feeling this vulnerable. No business feeling like your ex-wife was the only thing anchoring you to the ground so you wouldn't float away into the stratosphere.

And yet...

That's exactly how you felt.

You felt like you needed to roll over and bury your face into Wanda's neck or else you would lose your mind. So, you did. And Wanda let you because she understood. She just got you.

You reveled in it.

If Wanda hadn't started speaking you would have gotten your second hour of sleep.

"Are you okay?"

And of all the things she could have asked, she chose something hard. You would have been better off with a calculus word problem.

You shrugged, "No. Yes. I don't know. I just feel, y'know?"

"Yes. I do. I just feel all the time."

"How do you deal with it?"

You could feel Wanda's eyelashes flutter on the side of your forehead, "Well, lately? By talking about it. Normally, figuring out why I feel like that helps a lot."

Could you tell Wanda why you felt the way you felt? Could you tell her how your stubbornness was leading to your children thinking they were a burden? Could you tell her that in some ass backwards turn of events it was you who dreaded when she had to leave, and prayed for her return?

Could you tell her that Pietro took the boys out to the arcade so they didn't get the wrong idea seeing the two of you in the same bed, and now it seemed he should have taken you too because you were getting the wrong idea seeing the two of you in the same bed?

"I feel-I feel like I should have gone to therapy too."

Wanda laughed at that, "Don't go to Dr. Raynor. She just looks at you until you realize what you just said was stupid."

But you don't laugh, "I feel like I missed you. I feel like I missed this... being with you. I feel like I shouldn't feel those things. But I also feel like it doesn't matter if I shouldn't because I already do."

Wanda shrugged you away from her side so she could look at you better. The two of you mirroring each other on your sides.

"Can I tell you something?"

You nodded with a look of concern, "You can tell me anything." And you've meant that for years. You've never stopped.

"When I went off the deep end and Strange helped me come back to myself, and I said I'd never use my powers again unless it was the last resort...that flipped something in me. I had just lost my family and then I couldn't use the tools I was gifted to protect them if it ever happened again..."

Tears crawled slowly out of the corners of Wanda's eyes but she didn't bother swiping them away and neither did you.

"...that ruined me. Last night was the first time I've slept throughout the night in a very long time."

You grabbed at Wanda's face, your thumbs sliding over her cheekbones and smearing tear tracks in their wake, "Wanda, why didn't you tell me?"

"Didn't want to seem weak. I didn't want you to worry about my problems. Yes, I realize how stupid that sounds now."

"We're a team, you know that, right?"

"I do, I just got a little lost somewhere in there."

"Good."

You assume that the fact that you can't tell who leans in first, probably insinuates that you both do at the same time.

But it ultimately doesn't matter when your lips touch for the first time in months, and as your hand trails down from her face to fist into her T-shirt, you realize just how lost you had been too.

You're still not too keen on telling her how her bottom lip between your own felt like coming home. And that her solid grip on your barely covered waist practically had you purring.

You sure as hell weren't going to tell her the last time you had been touched this way was by Sharon all those weeks ago and it didn't feel even a bit like this at all.

Though, when she repositions you onto your back to kiss at that spot below your ear, and you moan breathily into hers, you have a feeling she somehow knows.

Wanda's hand slithers up to your chest, raising your shirt up as it goes. Eventually, Wanda gets tired of the garment and slips it easily over your head. Her own following suit soon after.

Her hand tweaked at a nipple, smiling at your squeak of a response, "You're beautiful."

Another unoccupied hand trailed over your stomach before stopping at the hem of your shorts and underwear.

You've got the sudden urge to scream, maybe even beg, "Wanda...please."

"Are you sure?"

What about any of your body language in that current moment said 'unsure'?

"I'm sure. Touch me."

It's not make-up sex that you're having. At least, not really. Not...yet. It's more of 'thank god you're here with me and not letting me slip into a state of mortal peril' sex. Which is, of course, the next best thing.

When Wanda does finally slip underneath your thin garments, and the pads of her fingers trace delicately over your center, you think you might cry.

Whether it be from relief or some other feeling is the least of your worries at the moment.

In some way, you feel bad for Wanda, there's no way she doesn't feel your nails currently digging into her arm, but judging from the glimpse you get every time you manage to pry your eyes open, she seems pretty pleased with herself despite any pain she may be feeling.

The worst part? She's not even inside of you yet.

You're losing your mind over her fingers circling your clit and slipping, sliding over your lips. And you're drenched. Dripping some might even say.

"You're soaked, Detka..." Is what Wanda ends up whispering over your parted mouth. And you have no choice but to cosign.

You could feel her fingertips teasing at your entrance and your chest heaved. It took everything in you not to buck your hips to speed the process along. Only because you know Wanda. You know she likes to bask in your impatience. In your neediness. You know she likes it when you beg.

And you can't find it in you to do anything but.

"Wands, please fuck me."

She's leaning over you now. She had forgone general confidence and went straight to cocky, for lack of a better word. There's no need to pretend like you don't like it.

"Open your eyes." A simple request, it would seem. But it was easier said than done.

Soon, you manage to open your eyes, unfocused as they are. You stare back at Wanda with a bite to your lip and a strain to your neck.

"Say it again."

The words dribble from your lips like milk down a chin, "Wanda, please fuck me. I need-"

Your expletives cut off in exchange for a sharp inhale of breath.

Her fingers slipped into you easily, your resulting moan is the loudest one yet and just as sinful as your whimpers.

Wanda eyed you through her eyelashes, most of your energy was being used to stare back at her.

Her fingers rutted out, then back in. Pumping into you with enough force for your breath to hitch in rhythm.

You whimpered and panted, urging Wanda to pick up the pace. And she happily obliged.

"You look so gorgeous like this." The praise fluttering throught your ear and wrapped softly around your chest.

The hand that wasn't permanently glued to Wanda's poor bicep, reached for her neck, bringing her down into a deliriously arousing kiss.

She pumped into you, as firmly as your underwear allowed. Your bud caught against her palm. It was almost too much for you.

Your hips rolled against her hand, moans increasing in pitch and volume until Wanda had no choice but to muffle the sound with her lips again.

"God...Wanda!"

The kids may be gone, but you did still have neighbors.

It's not much longer after that you let go into Wanda's hand. Your legs trembling and your mouth falling open in a silent scream.

Wanda brought you down softly. Her hand on your waist to keep you from moving.

"But-"

"I'm good. Get some rest. I know you didn't sleep. I thought you would pass out somewhere in the middle of that, if I'm being honest."

You pouted and playfully swatted at her shoulder, "You snore and I got unused to it."

"That's not why you didn't sleep."

You bit the inside of your cheek, "It's not. I find your hog calling cute for some reason."

Wanda ignored the insistence that she snored, "What kept you awake?"

You weren't exactly sure what to say. The simple answer; you had been thinking all night. Too much and too little.

The complicated answer; you missed your fucking wife. And then, she was right there next to you and you didn't know what to feel. You didn't know if you wanted her back permanently or just needed the temporary comfort.

There was still a big question about this entire situation that you had yet to receive an answer to, and maybe then you could begin to figure things out.

"It's my turn to tell you something." You breathed out softly.

"Tell me everything."

You swallowed around the metaphorical lump obstructing your throat, "When I found out about...y'know....I couldn't help but think it was my fault, it was something I did to push you away. I thought that, and even though I didn't know what it was, I still tried to fix it, to fix me. And, that wasn't good...I-I just need to know if it was something I did."

"No. No, it was never you. After Strange, I guess I just felt like I wasn't enough. Like I couldn't be enough. And instead of talking to you about that like a normal person, I got so drunk I couldn't see straight and went home with someone who couldnt either. Fuck, I am so sorry I made you feel like that. I promise it was never you. You're perfect."

Your tears soak into the skin of Wanda's neck. Marking her in a way you've never done.

The silence that results is somewhere between comfortable and not, but Wanda breaks it anyway.

"Go on a date with me."

You hum, that time you really were seconds from passing out, "A date?"

"Yes. A date. I think we've changed a lot and should probably reintroduce ourselves to each other."

You nodded slowly, "Okay. You have to find a babysitter though and it can't be Pietro because he needs a babysitter too most days. I have a feeling he let Alexis chew his shirt right off his body today."

"Deal."

Another bout of silence. This time, you're the one who breaks it.

"Fuck, we're going to need so much therapy."

Wanda laughs.

"I'm sorry."

"I know." And you do. You know she is.

Eventually, you do fall asleep, and right before Pietro and the kids get home, Wanda slips out of your room into the livingroom. Making it look like she was there the entire morning.