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catscidr · 1 year ago

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I think we have all seen the "Argenti thinks the Reader is Idrila" stuff on here. But what if the reader actually is Idrila? So I wanted to request Argenti/Idrila!Reader (gn or afab reader) headcanons or a oneshot where Idrila, who has taken on a mortal identity after [Insert tragic event here], and meets Argenti. They develop feelings for each other, Argenti finds out she is Idrila, they end up dating. (Maybe or maybe not in that specific order) I thought maybe after protecting her followers from Nanook she disappeared to ensure Nanook doesn't target them anymore? That part isn't as important so feel free to add whatever backstory you think fits^^ Thank you in advance, I really like your writing!

NONNIE omg im booting up star rail rn to stare at him lovingly. also i changed the scenario a smidge so reader is her own person while also being idrila? if that makes sense......?? yeah. also bc otherwise id be writing ten thousand words n i didnt want ur ask to grow dusty in my inbox d(;∀;d) but tysm for the prompt i couldn’t stop thinking about it ueue. also hey gang peep me trying to make my blog look more coherent n nicer looking. am i doin it ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ cw: a smidge of amnesia and soulmate trope (it’s not that bad, trust), fluff, love at first sight (does that even count in this scenario....), argenti and reader are dancing around the topic a lot bc argenti is a gentleman and doesn’t want to pressure her to talk. blurbs to set up the plot + a fic after them hehe. not proofread, writer’s block is killing me includes: fem reader (he refers to reader as "my lady"), argenti, natasha, luocha is kinda there wc: 2,3k

-ˋˏ You’d go to Natasha’s clinic at least once every other day because you always had the worst migraines. To the point where you almost got beat up by a Flamespawn one time when you were clearing out calyxes (thankfully there was a Silvermane guard patrolling the area, otherwise you would’ve been charred). The doctor always says the same thing; “Stop looking for fights so often”, “Let your body rest”, “I can’t prescribe you antibiotics”, and your favorite, “Stop slamming my door open I can’t do anything about your headaches”. She was a good friend, but whenever she repeated how she couldn’t be of any help to your predicament, you’d wish you could just take that glass vial hanging from her outfit and chuck it far, far away out of spite.

-ˋˏ Obviously it wasn’t her fault- she'd done everything she could. Natasha even had you undergo the Underworld’s equivalent of an MRI scan because of how frequently you would visit her, insisting that something was wrong. The symptoms consisted of forgetting important things too often, feeling a foreign buzz in your limbs and brain, having a sudden burst of elemental energy come out of your attacks and a myriad of benign but annoying, irritating signs that something was up with you.

-ˋˏ It became more of a chore than anything to leave your room. Some days you felt fine, but then when you’d go out again and beat up wave after wave of enemies in Caverns of Corrosion you would keel over, clutching your head while vague images of what could only be described as a fever dream ran through your mind.

-ˋˏ You decided to leave the Underworld for some time- considering your absence like some sort of “vacation”. You heard of a wandering doctor (and merchant, apparently) by the name of Luocha and, from the people that crossed paths with him, it seemed like he was extraordinary at his job. A trek to the Xianzhou Luofu would be a long one, but after weighing your options you thought you’d give it a try (it was worth it if it meant you’d stop waking up at ungodly hours, holding your head in your hands while hoping, praying that the pain stops.)

-ˋˏ You (somehow) made your way to the Xianzhou Luofu from Jarilo-VI. As competent as you were however, being stranded on a foreign planet with no map nor local to guide you was... a challenge. In retrospect, maybe you should’ve gotten in contact with that Luocha doctor and had him come to Belobog instead of you going to him since, well, he was a traveling merchant. Going from planet to planet is what he does (you assume).

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If you had read up more on general information about the Luofu you would have been aware of how many enemies were roaming around the docking area. But you didn’t. So, unbeknownst to you, a rogue mara-struck soldier was on your tail, trying to sneak up to you to snag the goods you hid in your bag (which were basically just different types of painkillers and sustenance that bodes well on an upset stomach. He doesn’t know that though.)

Your head was throbbing; ever since you set foot on the planet, your physical health had slowly dropped down to levels you wouldn’t be enduring if it wasn’t for the promise of a competent doctor once you get to the main city. Painkillers weren’t working, your feet hurt and to make matters worse, you felt the familiar lack of something in your head. It was so bad to the point where you had to have a tangible mark somewhere to remind you that you did, in fact, just take something for your headache and if you took two more painkillers, your body wouldn’t agree with your decision. It was a struggle even remembering what you did five minutes ago, no way were you going to be in top shape, beating up every enemy crossing your way.

Clouds began covering the bright sun, casting shadows over the desolate, geometric area. You huff, irritated that, from the looks of it, you won’t be able to find a cozy place to set up camp. Though sleeping on a ground made of primarily iron and steel was considerably less nerve-wracking than sleeping on the mushy, cold, dirty ground of Jarilo-VI. So, with a pout aimed at no one in particular, you find some place that you deemed decent enough to set your humble tent. It wasn’t often that adventurers slept outside of safe zones, however with your condition you couldn’t afford to miss out on some rest and possibly get even more lost than you already are.

You set your heavy backpack down, rolling your shoulders to soothe the ache in your muscles from carrying something so bulky. As you ruffle through your belongings, you open a bottled soda and take a swift gulp, sighing contentedly at the pleasant taste on your tongue. Now that you were sat and could rest your bones (until you started setting up your tent, at least), your ears were able to pick up on some not-so-distant footsteps.

There’s no time for you to react; the mara-struck soldier that had been following you lunges at you, aiming for your bag. Your eyes widen and you open your mouth to yell, but before any sound can leave your mouth, a long, red and gold spear pierces the ground between you and the rabid man, making you yelp in surprise. You scurry as far back as you can in your current state; however, the soldier doesn’t have time to take advantage of your weakened stature. The owner of the spear lodges himself before your shaking figure and the mara-struck, yanking his spear out of the ground with impressive elegance, and summons an array of thorny vines to catch your assailant.

It takes little to no effort for the seasoned fighter to take down the mara-struck as he swings his weapon, swiftly knocking the blunt end on the soldier’s plexus, knocking the wind out of him. A strangled scream leaves his throat as he scampers away, leaving your belongings safe with you and the strange red-haired man. He lowers his spear, careful to keep the sharp edge far from you, and turns around to face you properly. His brows raise a smidge for a split second before he composes himself and bows before you, the action short and curt.

“It would have been a shame to lose a beauty such as yourself,” he says smoothly, straightening his back to look down at you with a warm smile. He stretches his hand out, a polite offer to help you stand up, as he continues speaking. “My name is Argenti, I belong to the Knights of Beauty. What might you be doing so far away from civilization, dear...?” he trails off, waiting for you to introduce yourself.

You were in a state of shock, your mind still processing what had happened in such a short amount of time, that you failed to notice the lack of pain at the back of your head. As you meekly tell him your name, you hold onto his hand to help yourself up- as soon as his armored glove comes in contact with your hand something flashes in your mind; too quick to allow you to think about it too much, or to recognize what you saw for a millisecond.

“So far away from civilization... do you know how to get to the city?” you ask as you feel a glimmer of hope spark in you. His words were refreshing, probably the best thing someone has ever said to you in the past month. He nods, reaching into his pocket to fish out a blue handkerchief embroidered with a delicate gold trim. Argenti hands it over to you and you gratefully take it, blotting the sweat and... dust off of your face.

“I have made my way around the Luofu for long enough to show someone the way,” he says kindly. “Besides, even if I didn’t, I would still offer to accompany you through your trek. It is my duty as a Knight of Beauty, for I must uphold chivalry and distinguished manners, in the name of the Goddess guiding me.” His words resonate within you, making you beam, nodding in understanding.

Your reaction doesn’t go unnoticed by the knight. As you hand his handkerchief back, he smiles at you and gestures to your bag. “What brings you so far from your homeworld, my lady?” Argenti asks gently, though a glimmer of doubt swirls in his sparkling, verdant eyes. The question makes you pause, a memory flashing in your mind too suddenly for you to know what it meant. Although, from what you could tell, you knew you could trust him with what troubled you somehow.

“Ah, it’s a long story,” you start sheepishly, “I’ve been having these incredibly painful migraines recently. And sometimes I feel like my memory is fading too quickly for what would be considered normal,” you say, trailing off slightly at the end. “I’m looking for a healer, a doctor by the name of Luocha...?”

Somehow, the doctor was currently the least of your worries. You’d never felt so refreshed before, at least not that you could remember; simply being in Argenti’s presence seemed to be enough to make your aches disappear like a starskiff smoothly gliding through a cloudless sky.

“I’ve seen the man only a handful of times,” Argenti mutters aloud, pulling you out of your thoughts. “I can do my best to guide you to him, but if I may... you don’t seem to be injured?” the knight says, his voice trailing off into a questioning tone despite the observation. You shake your head, wondering how you should explain your predicament to the man.

“Like I said, it’s a long story,” you say again, shrugging sheepishly. You wondered if you should even go into the nitty gritty- he could always just be making small talk to help you get comfortable or something. Sensing your unease, he changes the spotlight to him instead.

“There’s no need to delve into details if you wish to keep them secret,” he says with a kind smile, bending down to take ahold of your hand- gently pressing a chaste kiss on the back of your hand. Red flushes your ears immediately, words caught in your throat at the sight of his hair cascading over his shoulders, a beautiful contrast from the gold and silver armor glittering in what was left of the sunlight.

“As for myself, like I mentioned earlier, I am a Knight of Beauty. I’m on a quest to find my dear Goddess Idrila once more, for I need to pay my respects to them after they saved me from a particularly grim fate.” His words echoed in your mind, your brows knitting together as you felt what could only be described as a cold bucket of water being dunked on your head. “I-Idrila?” you parrot, your voice coming out as a choked noise. Argenti perks up, the hand that had been softly holding onto yours now holding it with a firmer grip, his other hand joining it.

“Yes, Idrila. Have you ever heard of them? Or...” he trails off, looking deep into your eyes expectantly, almost as if he knew something you didn’t. His eyes seemed to suck you in, bringing a comfortable wave of warmth over you, making you yearn for something.

“I...” you begin, your gaze falling down to look at your feet. As you thought long and hard about what you wanted to say, what you tried to remember, you slowly look over to his spear, lying flat on the ground- long forgotten since the fight earlier. As if a lightbulb went off above your head, you perk up just as he did, and look at him, beaming. The words were caught in your throat; there was so much you wanted to say, to declare, to do in this moment of clarity, but with how fast your mind was running to catch you up on the current events of your life it was a struggle.

“Argenti,” you murmur, the name rolling off your tongue smoothly, as you realized seeing the traveling merchant was no longer required. Though the road might have been arduous, and you may have almost lost your mind in the process, being with Argenti suddenly made everything make sense. That’s why your migraines mysteriously disappeared as soon as you were in the knight’s presence, that’s why you had gaps in your memory, that’s why you were freakishly powerful... at convenient times.

Everything clicked into place.

The both of you share a pregnant pause, eyes locked together as the world seemed to come to a stop around you. If it were possible, you’re sure there would be delicate, silky rose petals floating around your figures, suspended in the air. You glance down at his lips, and for the first time, make a decision with a clear head.

His lips felt smooth against yours, the faint taste of vanilla mixed with roses transferring to your own lips. The kiss almost felt like it could be the result of a symbiotic relationship; now that you had Argenti, or at least had him by your side once again, you didn’t think you’d be able to continue on without him.

#i may or may not have butchered the ending bc i DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THEM /SOBS #i did my best #୧ ‧₊˚orderup!#hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #argenti x reader #argenti x fem reader #argenti x you #argenti x y/n

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saphiccarma · 1 year ago

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Title: the moon will sing a song for me

Ship: Wanda Maximoff x Reader (briefish Natasha R x Reader, but not really)

Warnings: None.

{A/N: sorry if Natasha is a little ooc in this one. I hope this is as good as part 1}

Part 1

Things were supposed to be fine between you and Natasha, they were supposed to be fine. Things were fine. You were fine. Natasha was happily married to Maria, and you were happily....you were hapily running backend and doing their paperwork. At first it was difficult to work into a routine while staying at the tower, but it worked.

A few months ago you moved to compound with everyone, but thankfully your routine stayed the same. It was much more spacious in the compound. Tony gave you a bigger room, even though you protested, he claimed, "It's a raise." And raised his hand dismissively.

So yeah, everything was fine.

Right now, you were typing out paperwork after the latest disaster in Lagos. It may have been an accident, and in no way did you blame Wanda, but the paperwork was killing you. Meanwhile, you were pretty sure most of the avengers were out chilling in the main room. You decided to take a break and go check on Wanda.

Peeking into the mainroom, only Clint catching you and sending a small smile, you found no Wanda (and no Tony for that matter, which was odd) so you went to look in her room. You socked feet glided over the floor as you jogged over there before skidding to a halt and letting yourself slide on your socks with a soft laugh. Softly knocking on her door, you could hear television playing inside - the news by the sound of it.

When there was no reply you called out, "Wanda?"

It took a moment before there was a reply, and a hesitant one at that, "Come in."

Carefully you pushed the door open and stepped in. You had never actually been in Wanda's room before, taking in the bookshelf with small trinkets and cluttered desk. Wanda, herself, sat on the large, fluffy, bed. Her legs were sitting criss-crossed as her brown hair fell down past her shoulders. As you stepped closer, hesitating on where to sit, her lips twitched up and her amber-ish green eyes sparkled a little bit. The witch gestured for you to sit on the bed after your obvious hesitation.

You snatched the remote on the way and shut the TV off.

"It's my fault," Wanda spoke first as you sat on the bed, "Turn the TV back on."

"No."

"They're being very specific," her accent laid heavy on her words, it came out more when she was angry.

"It's not all your fault," you shook your head, "there were other's there. And not that I'm blaming him, Rumlow obviously said something to trigger something, but Steve was there first. You did the best you could so it didn't kill everyone in the vicinity."

"People died, that's on me," Wanda refuted her head turning to down as she fiddled with her sleeves.

"Wanda- this job-" you weren't quite sure what to say, comfort was never your thing.

"You try to save as many people as you can," Steve interrupted, and you could barely restrain yourself from glaring at his form leaning on the doorway, "that doesn't always mean everybody, but if we can't find a way to live with that, next time maybe nobody gets saved."

Before anybody could get another word in, there was a distinct sound, almost a whirring sound, and Wanda jumped before Vision phased into the room.

"Vis," she reprimanded, "we talked about this."

"Yes, but the door was open so I assumed-" he gestured to the door as if to make his point, then Wanda gave him a look, so he sighed, "Captain Rogers and Ms. Y/L/N wished to know when Mr. Stark was arriving."

"Thank you, we'll be right down," you said curtly.

Vision hesitated then pointed towards the door, "I'll use the door this time. Oh! and he's brought a guest?"

"Do we know who?" you and Steve asked in tandem, drawing a soft smile out of Wanda.

"The Secretary of State," Vision said before exiting out the hallway.

<____________>

Tony just finished his spiel on the kid who died, the young-ish boy who wanted to make a difference. Your heart ached for the kid and his mom, it did, but the whole world would be taken over at this point if the Avengers hadn't done anything.

"Tony the whole world would be gone if we didn't stop those threats, I'm not-" you didn't even get to finish your sentence before Tony cut you off.

"No, there's no decision making process here," his tone raised (you did not flinch) as he leaned against the counter, "we need to be put in check. By whatever means, I'm game."

There was a slight stunned silence, nobody quite expected Tony to sign the accords.

Steve sighed, "Tony if someone dies on your watch, you don't give up." his tone weighed heavy on his words.

"Who said we're giving up?"

"We are if we don't take responsibility."

"Guys listen-" you tried to get your voice in, but when Tony, Steve, and Rhodey started arguing you were cut off.

They weren't even being that loud, but you despised when people argued and quietly slipped out, just barely catching Wanda's "They'll come for me." You would protect her. Your feet carried you towards the balcony and you took a seat on the ground, tilting your head towards the sky.

These Accords were going to split the team apart, you knew it, but you would be dammed if you lost another group of friends. You wracked your brain for flaws in this plan. If the Avengers were needed but were told 'no', that could cause more disasters. But that wasn't enough. The team could all disagree to sign it, bluff and say they would no longer help and be heroes, but they might be called on their buff. There wasn't a lot of options to keep the team together.

Maybe, just maybe, Steve told you they had 1 month to decide - if the team could win back trust, then maybe they wouldn't have to sign the accords. It was a long shot, and you didn't even know how to pull it off, but it could work.

"What's on your mind?" Natasha asked as she stepped out onto the balcony and slid down the wall next to you, "You got your thinking face on."

You love how she thought everything was perfect between you two.

"Nothing," you croaked, "How're things going with Maria? I haven't seen her in a while."

Natasha winced, "We...aren't on the best of terms right now. Currently taking a break, she has an apartment in the city."

You never expected their marriage to last. Two hotheaded, stubborn women? That was a recipe for disaster. Natasha should have been able to tell, but she seemed to desperate for love. You made a sympathetic face, but offered no other comfort.

"What if..." you trailed off, hesitant, "What if you guys appeal to the UN? Ross gave you a month right? Appeal to the UN, get them to repeal the accords."

Natasha let out a long, heavy breath, "That would never work," she shook her head.

When she oppened her mouth to speak again, Wanda stepped out onto the balcony fidgeting with her cuffs.

"Is it alright if I steal Y/N for a moment? I need her help with something."

It looked like the last thing Natasha wanted to do was say 'yes', but regardless, "Yeah sure, go ahead."

You followed Wanda out into the hall and she led you towards her room silently, stopping just outside the door. The witch bounced on her toes and bit her lip.

Eventually she mumbled, "Do you want to watch a movie with me?"

"Huh?" you asked momentarily stunned.

She looked up, eyes a little wide, "It's just that Vis cancelled for some reason and I have all these snacks so I figured-"

"Wanda," you cut her off with a laugh, "I would love to."

For some reason, an ugly feeling twisted in your gut when she mentioned doing this Vision. You didn't want her to do this with Vision.

Wanda smiled and opened the door to her room. She led you towards her bed and snuggled up under the covers. Tenderly, you sat atop them, careful to keep a boundry. Popcorn and candy sat atop the bed, which the witch softly passed towards you before flicking the TV on.

It was some cheezy sitcom, a genere of movies you had never been particullarly interested, but Wanda would let out small giggles that warmed your heart. The young woman had been through so much and deserved some happiness in her life.

<__________>

Your nose bled as you cradled Wanda in your arms in the airport of Germany. Her strain from using magic and Rhodey's attack was too much.

In the end, when forced to choose sides, you tried to choose neither. Then Tony locked up Wanda, and caught Steve. Before you could even decide, Natasha approached you with her best puppy dog eyes that you could never say no to and asked you to join them.

"Y/N please," she had begged, scooching closer, your shoulders touched, "We need help."

Her hand landed on yours and you shook her off, "No, Nat. I don't- I'm not- this isn't right."

You knees knocked against hers accidentally, "Please," she asked once more.

"No, Natasha." you shook your head.

A steely mask came over her face as she nodded and exited your room. You didn't see her after that until the airport fight.

As the situation escalated, you tried to keep yourself neutral and spent time with Wanda and, unfortunately, Vision. The android didn't seem to like you very much. To be honest neither did you for one, simple, reason. Over the past month you realized you liked Wanda. No, not liked, you loved Wanda. You guys did movie nights together, she taught you how to cook, and simply hung out together despite the chaos growing.

Vision did not seemed pleased by this development. You found it stupid, he was an adriod for pete's sake. You would be damned if you let an advanced microwave steal Wanda.

(Maybe you had already had someone better than you steal the person you love once, and you didn't want that to happen again.)

When Clint stopped by, your first time seeing him since Christmas, he recruited you and you joined the fight.

Now, here you were with a few cuts and a bloody nose craddling Wanda in your arms gently.

"You ok?" you panted as she regained her breath.

"Yeah, you?"

"I'm good," you responded.

Tenderly you bent your head towards hers until your foreheads knocked together. She offered a soft smile, and even though she had looked better before; Wanda looked stunning. Her red centric outfit that made her amber eyes pop. You trailed you eyes further down her face, down the kissable slope of her nose, past her perfect cheekbones - all the way to her soft lips.

She leaned up, her hand coming up to cup the back of your head and pressed her lips softly to yours. You were enveloped by the taste of paprikash and could smell Wanda's honey shampoo, mingled with the smel of sweat and smoke. You pressed lips further into hers with a meek whine and could feel her smile.

Before it could deepen any further you were ripped away, the collar of you shirt pressing against your windpipe. Vision yanked your arms behind your back, leaving Wanda on the ground.

"Vision!" Wanda exclaimed, climbng to her feet, "What are you going?"

"You and Ms. Y/L/N are criminals now, I have a duty to arrest you," he explained in his stupid monotone robot voice.

Wanda raised her hands, ready to fight, before you shook your head.

"We're beat Wanda, let it go."

The witch lowered her hands, giving you a tight-lipped frown to convey her displeasure.

<___________>

The raft was perhaps the most unpleasant prision you had been too. Other than one in Germany, that one really sucked. You had no sense of time on the raft, they delivered food at random intervals - sometimes what felt like days apart, and they only seemed to give water at regular intervals so you wouldn't die.

When Tony first came, you wanted to punch Clint for telling him where Steve and Bucky went. When Tony first came you wanted to punch him. He turned you guys into Ross, and now you were sitting in this stupid water prision and Wanda was in a straight jacket like she was some physcopath. The young brunette hand't spoken in days, opting to stare at the wall - no doubt reminded of her HYDRA days.

Clint and Sam had taken to singing the most horrid songs, but trying to keep the mood up none the less. However, some time ago (you still weren't sure) an officer came and told them if they agreed to house arrest they could go home. Both gentleman agreed giving the rest pitying looks. Clint had tried to advocate for at least you and Wanda (sorry Sam) to come with him, be on house arrest, but he was denied.

After what had felt like at least a month (still time was an unknown variable), Steve, The Winter Soldier, and Natasha came to break you all out. It was perhaps the most messy prison break and you had a feeling the only reason it had any semblence of order was because of Natasha. If it was just Steve and Bucky they would brute force it.

Once they broke you out, all of you went to Wakanda and The Winter Soldier was sent into cyro-freeze. T'Challa, despite previously being against you, offered for the 'Rouges' (as you were dubbed on television) to stay in Wakanda. You all gratefully accepted the offer.

Currently you sat cuddled up with Wanda, her arm wrapped around you as you laid on her chest, watching a sitcom. She claimed it to be one of her childhood favorites, but she said that about every movie.

"Wanda," you peeked up at her as the credits rolled, "Is it wrong that I think I might still love Natasha?"

The woman pursed her lips, "..How much do you love her?"

"I-" you shrugged awkwardly, "I still feel like I love her- I had known when we were little, but I don't love her. I just think I'm-" you reached a hand up to your hair and tugged in frustration because you couldn't get the words out.

You would never break up with Wanda for Natasha. But some stupid little part of your heart still loved Natasha, and for a moment you almost shot your shot. During the early stages of the accords, when she mentioned taking a break with Maria, you almost tried it. Only stopping for two reasons: one, you would almost be helping her cheat on her wife, and two, you were already falling for Wanda. And yet still, there was that lingering warm and fuzzy feeling your chest when you thought of Natasha. That feeling that made you want to care for her and protect her.

Wanda looked down at you, seemingly reading your mind (she probably was), and gently pried your hand away from your hair, "I think..." she bit her lip before "that based on your thoughts, I don't mean to listen they are just loud, that you care for her, but you do not love her," the witch shrugged, "I trust you."

"I love you," you whispered, "I'm supposed to love you."

"Dekta," she took your face in her hands, "you're not supposed to love anyone." she brushed her thumbs over her cheeks.

"...I love you," you stated, your voice firm.

Wanda smiled widely, flashing her pearly white teeth, "I love you too."

You tucked your head into her chest as the next movie began, smiling in content.

<___________>

Life in Wakanda was awesome. You kept in shape, training with the Dora Milaje (even though you got your ass handed to you every time), and running laps around the area. The Winter Soldier came out of cyro not too long ago, and you became pretty good friends with him. Turns out his name was Bucky, and he was actually very sweet, choosing to go work on the farms and earn his keep.

Steve and you often jogged around the area "together". He mainly ran ahead and waited until you were done.

Sam became your new cooking budy, both of you trying out Wakandan recipies and occasionally starting a tiny kitchen fire.

Natasha was a bit of a rocky start once again. She approached you one morning, fiddling with her thumbs - something she never does.

"Look- Y/N," she began after clearing her throat, "Maria and I decided to get a divorce and I was wondering if you wanted to- if you wanted to go out with me?"

Your heart broke at her sad expression, but you already had a girlfriend, "I'm sorry, Nat, but I'm already with Wanda."

"Oh, I see," she visibly deflated, her shoulders dropping.

"But, we can still be friends," you offered a friendly smile with a shrug.

"I would love that."

After that encounter you two spent some awkward time together before building up your usual comfort and hanging around each other like you had been best friends your entire life.

The best part of Wakanda was Wanda.

You two spent most your free time together. Whether it was watching cheezy sitcoms, talking about dark pasts, cooking, making out, or working out together. It made you fall in love with her even more. By this point you had been dating for a year and a half, a year and a half since the accords.

Gosh, it had been a while.

"Y/N, my love," Wanda asked that afternoon, "how would feel about doing a picnic for dinner?"

Ignoring the oddity of the request you grinned, "I would love to."

Which led to your situation of sitting with your girlfriend on a blanket, watching the sun set over a river - a beautiful array of colors. Wanda looked beautiful in the light of the setting un, her brown-ish red hair falling past her shoulds with subtle waves. Her green eyes sparkling against her red-dress. Her lips, plump and kissable, and oh so soft.

You loved every piece of this woman. When you glanced away for a moment, and heard shuffling, you thought nothing of it. But when you turned back around....

Wanda was kneeling on the ground, the softest smile on her face, as she held a small black box in her hand. A glittering, but simple, ring sat snuggly in the box.

"Y/N, my love, my beautiful love, would you do the honor of marrying me?"

You blinked at her like an owl, drawing a soft laugh out of her, before tackling Wanda to ground.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," you chanted.

An angelic laugh left Wanda's mouth as she wrapped her arms around you. You propped yourself up and stared into her eyes, which were shinning with adoration. Pressing a soft kiss to her lips as you savored the moment.

Gosh, you loved this woman. You love her laugh, the way she scrunched her nose when she laughed. You love her eyes, those shiny green with a slight hint of amber eyes. You love her cooking and how she's always willing to cook when your sad. You love the way she tells stories, mostly about her brother. You love the way she cares for you, holding you tenderly in bed and stroking your hair. You love how kissable her lips her, always soft and always tasting faintly of paprikash, and the way her hair smells of honey.

Most of all you love how thoughtful she was. The way she would leave little reminders around your shared room so you wouldn't forget things. When you were sad she always made your favorite comfort meal and listened to your stories of your dad. Both of you watched childish shows together, healing that inner child. There were so many things about her that you loved.

Gosh, you love this woman.

#marvel cinematic universe #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maxmoff x y/n #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanov #wanda maximoff #female reader

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pepperonijem · 2 years ago

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vi. silly things & sensible people || all my love

"Silly things do cease to be silly if they are done by sensible people in an impudent way." - Emma; Jane Austen

Summary: sometimes all anyone needs is a gentle nudge in the right direction Pairing: high school!bucky x f!reader Warnings: food mentions Word Count: 3.1k A/N: we all need a friend like wanda <3 || sorry for the delay! I had a job interview this week that I spent all weekend prepping for... i passed! (i'm moving to korea this summer lol)

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Wanda opened her notes app and started a new note, titling it with the date and began her weekly letter to her pen pal, wanting to update them on her life... or mostly her best friend's life.

You will NEVER guess what’s been happening this semester. Did you guess? Well whatever you guessed is probably wrong… unless you guessed that my best friend just confessed to her crush without TELLING me about it first.

It was absolutely insane, I was getting out of class and on my way to find her and Steve for lunch when I saw a HUGE crowd by Steve’s class and right at the center of it all was Bucky Barnes and the only girl crazy enough to give him a handwritten note in the middle of passing period. I only saw the end of it, but it was… brutal. I’ve known Bucky long enough to know he isn’t the friendliest person out there but even for him… it made me so upset. He didn’t even take her card, can you believe it?

Honestly, this whole time I didn’t realize she actually liked him enough to confess to him. I always thought it was a passing crush, but I guess I was wrong. She was pretty badass for that. But obviously Steve didn’t think so. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him look so dejected. I wonder if he’ll ever work himself up to do the same thing.

OH. But the craziest part is that a week after she confessed to him, she ended up moving into his house. Turns out her dad and Bucky’s dad were college besties. Isn’t that insane? It’s just like this anime Natasha made me watch with her once. We were in tears the whole time but uh, that’s a story for another day. Or a story for never. She swore me to secrecy after that night.

We actually didn’t realize that she had moved in with him until after the big exam we took when Bucky stormed in and she handed him a picture of the two of them asleep together at the dining table.

Then that night, she ended up spraining her ankle and Bucky had to take her home so he didn’t get to go to IHOP with us. Sad for him, that was a fun night. Not for Steve… again. By the end of the night he was crying to Sam’s rendition of an ABBA song and chugging down strawberry milkshakes. He’s lactose intolerant and he slept over at my house that night. So… not much fun for me either. I–

“Wanda, get off your damn phone and help us move the couch.” Wanda looked up from her notes app to see Natasha, Tony and Scott waiting for her to grab onto the fourth corner of the loveseat.

“Sorry, sorry,” Wanda apologized before rushing to help them move the couch to the opposite end of the room. “Why are we doing this again?”

Natasha let out a grunt as they dropped the couch ungracefully onto the floor. “Scott thought it would be cool to have a pillow fort.”

“We’re doing this for a pillow fort?” Tony asked in shock. “I thought Scott’s mom just wanted us to redecorate.”

“Tony, why would his mom want both of the couches facing the walls on opposite ends of the room?” Natasha asked with a roll of her eyes. Tony shrugged his shoulders and plopped himself down on the couch.

Natasha dropped down beside him with a sigh. “When is everyone else gonna get here?” she asked.

“Well Steve had to pick up Sam, but he should be here soon.” Wanda looked down at her watch at the time to compare it against the ETA Steve had sent earlier.

Tony checked his phone as he leaned over the back of one couch. “Rhodey just texted. He just parked outside.”

“What about Bucky?” Scott asked.

Natasha shrugged as the doorbell rang and Wanda went to answer it, letting Rhodey in. “Sorry, I had to pick up the kid,” Peter walked into the kitchen with a proud grin as Rhodey rolled his eyes.

“Yeah but we brought food,” Peter exclaimed as he placed a brown paper bag on the kitchen counter.

“You brought your Chipotle,” Rhodey clarified as he walked to the fridge to grab himself a bottle of water.

Scott laughed and shook his head as he took the bag and handed it to Rhodey to stick in the fridge. “Did you guys happen to get Bucky too?”

Rhodey shook his head in response. “I offered him a ride, but he said he had plans.”

“Plans?” Scott echoed. “We are his plans. He’s never missed a board game night.” Wanda could hear the pout in his voice.

“He didn’t give me any details but I think it has to do with his roomie.” Rhodey commented, checking through his text messages to see if he left any details out. “He said he’ll be busy all day.”

“His roomie, huh?” Tony repeated with a raised eyebrow. “Have you guys noticed he’s been weird lately?”

“Yeah,” Natasha replied. “Last week I asked him if he liked her–”

Before Natasha could continue, Tony walked toward the group gathered by the island, eager to join the gossip. “Yes!” He exclaimed. “Bucky always sends these weird memes that no one gets exam days, but last week, we had a literature exam and guess what?”

“What?” Rhodey asked flatly. Natasha nudged him in response, reminding him to be polite.

“He didn’t send anything,” Tony noted. “When I asked him what happened, he told me he was up the night before studying… but Bucky never studies for literature exams because he’s a nerd who already read the books.”

Before anyone could say anything else, the doorbell rang and in came Steve and Sam. “Hey,” Sam greeted. “What did we miss? We bought drinks.”

Wanda looked over at Natasha as Steve walked in, silently begging her not to finish her sentence from earlier around Steve. Natasha gave her a subtle nod as she attempted to shift the attention to the newcomers.

“Where’s the rest?” Natasha asked as Sam set down his drink on the counter while Steve found a spot beside Wanda.

“Oh,” Sam replied. “I meant we stopped over to buy ourselves drinks from Starbucks. That’s why we’re late.”

“Remind me to start being more specific when I tell you guys to bring things,” Scott replied with a chuckle, shaking his head. “Anyway, what else were you saying, Tony?”

Tony thought for a second, remembering his train of thought. “Right, so I did some more investigating,” he continued. “And when we were getting into groups for our Shakespeare analysis – I swear I’ve never seen him move this fast, not even at a football game – I saw him join his roomie’s group. He even smiled when she waved at him. I’ve never seen him smile at anyone.”

“He’s not exaggerating,” Natasha confirmed with an eager nod of her head. “I didn’t even realize they were friends, but it seems like lately they’ve been besties or something. Isn’t she supposed to be your best friend, Steve?”

Steve put his hands up in defense before speaking, his voice just a little too loud and too high to sound calm and collected. “She can do whatever she wants,” he said.

Although the other boys couldn’t tell, Wanda knew Steve didn’t fully believe the spite in his own words. So coming to her friend’s defense, she joined in. “Yeah, but isn’t Bucky yours?” She asked Natasha, turning the question back to her.

“Chill out,” Natasha shrugged her shoulders. “I was just curious to see if you guys knew anything else.”

“We don’t,” Steve said flatly. “Are we going to play or what?” Natasha and Wanda shared a look, realizing that Steve was feeling a lot more than he was willing to let on, so they accepted his change of subject. The others rushed into the living room as Wanda and Steve stayed behind.

Wanda watched as Steve leaned against the counter, pushing his forehead into his palms as he let out a sigh. Wanda stood beside him facing the opposite way, her elbows leaning against the countertop. Her heart felt heavy at the sight of her distraught best friend.

“Steve,” Wanda began gently but firmly. Steve shook his head, already knowing where this conversation was headed. “Salad. Now.”

Steve let out another sigh, running a hand through his golden hair, and Wanda wasn’t sure if he would answer her, but after a beat, he finally lifted his head. “Lettuce… I’m sad. Chicken… I’m mad. Mostly at myself,” he confessed.

“Why?” Wanda asked quietly.

“For never being brave enough to say anything,” He admitted to Wanda, hanging his head. “It’s just… we have something so good and I didn’t want to lose that. But sometimes…” he trailed off.

“Sometimes what?” Wanda pushed.

“It’s just,” Steve sighed. “Do you remember that time in the eighth grade when the three of us got in that huge fight?”

Wanda let out a dry laugh. “The one where you thought the two of us were dating behind your back because we went to a movie together?”

Steve grew a small but sad smile. “Not just any movie,” he clarified. “You watched The Hunger Games without me. It was my favorite book.”

Wanda nudged him playfully. “Steve, you had the flu,” she reminded him. “We wanted to take you but your mom said if she found out you snuck out and we got the flu from you she would stop making us that sponge cake we like. That would’ve been the end of our 14-year old lives.”

Steve let out a chuckle as he nodded at the memory. “I know,” he continued. “But for a week after that, I felt so left out. Like suddenly you were her best friend and she was yours, and I was the odd one out.”

“Is that why you ghosted us for a whole month?” Wanda asked, eyes wide with surprise as Steve nodded in shame.

“It was dumb, I know,” he cringed at the memories of that time. “But I think I was jealous. Of you.”

Wanda snorted a laugh at his comment. “Of me? Oh buddy,” she laughed as she pat Steve on the shoulder.

“I know, I know,” Steve ran his hand through his hair again. “But anyway, I think that’s kind of how I feel right now. Like she’s everything to me… but I’m not to her. And it’s not like she owes me anything… I think I just keep thinking, what could I have done differently?”

Wanda thought through her next words carefully, letting silence rest between the two of them. Well, silence was relative. The others were in the next room arguing about whether or not it was fair to let Peter choose to be Colonel Mustard when he doesn’t know how to play Clue.

“I can’t say I know what you’re feeling,” Wanda began. “But for me, I think that when I start focusing on things like that, my mind gets stormy. I stop seeing things clearly, and I start doubting myself and the way I fit into my friendships. But then you two always remind me that’s not real. What is real is that I would give everything for the two of you, and if I needed it, both of you would do the same for me. It’s one of the most stable truths of the universe.

At the same time, I also know that both of you would want me to be happy, and to choose what makes me happy. The same thing I would do for you. And I will always help you to figure out what that is when you can’t see it, like you do for me. When I remember that, the skies clear a little, and I see the sunshine again. I see you guys.”

Wanda turned to Steve, who wiped at a tear forming in the corner of his eye. She gave him a gentle pat on the back and turned to leave him to his own thoughts for a bit.

Honestly, she was a bit surprised at her own wisdom. She wasn’t usually the friend people came to for advice, but maybe they should start, she thought. She hoped her words got through to Steve, as seeing her best friend hurting was weighing heavily on her as well. She was, however, very excited to tell her pen pal about this situation.

After she made her way into the living room, Natasha moved to sit beside her on the couch, now turned to face the television. “Is he okay?” she asked, nodding towards the kitchen where Steve still stood by himself.

“Yeah, he’s just raiding the leftovers,” Wanda joked. She was lying, but she felt that Steve wouldn’t want to explain to everyone else what had him so emotional.

Natasha nodded, not fully believing her words, but accepting them nonetheless. “Do you wanna play the next round?” She asked instead.

“Nah,” Wanda pulled out her phone. “I have to work on my letter.”

“Oh to your pen pal right?” Natasha asked. “I can’t believe you’ve been writing to each other since middle school. Why don’t you just ask for his number?” She attempted to look over Wanda’s hands to see what she was writing down.

“Yeah, ask for his number and invite her to the winter formal,” Sam chimed in. “Unless he’s catfishing you.” The group laughed and Wanda laughed along.

“Yeah, yeah,” she rolled her eyes and continued typing in her note from earlier, updating her letter with the most recent events. However she didn’t get very far before she got a call from Bucky. “Bucky’s calling me?” She asked aloud in surprise.

“Answer him!” They all called in unison, as they looked away from the game to flock towards Wanda, even Steve, who walked in from the kitchen. Wanda looked over to him and he responded with a small smile and a nod, encouraging her to answer the phone.

“Wanda,” Bucky’s voice filled the room from Wanda’s phone speaker. “I need your help.” The group gathered around Wanda all looked at her with wide eyes as they tried to contain their curiosity. However it was Scott who couldn’t hide his gasp, even as Sam slapped his hand over his mouth.

“Hey guys,” Bucky sighed. “Sorry I couldn’t make it but I really need to borrow Wanda for a second.”

Wanda chuckled as she watched the group disperse with disappointed looks and resume playing their game. She walked back over to the kitchen, and Steve headed for the living room to give her privacy.

“What’s up Buck?” Wanda asked when she was finally alone.

“Uh,” Bucky sounded like he was thinking about what to say. “How do you feel about a road trip?”

Wanda couldn’t hide her surprise at the question. “Road trip?” She repeated.

“I can give you the details later,” Bucky said. “But just tell me you’ll come with me.”

“When?” Wanda questioned. “And why me?”

“Tonight. Right now even,” He sounded panicked and Wanda was beginning to feel the same. “I called you because Natasha already said no.” As if on cue, Natasha had popped her head into the kitchen and Wanda waved her over.

“Nat,” Wanda began. “Why the hell is Bucky asking me to go on a road trip with him right now?”

Natasha let out a chuckle. “Just hear the poor boy out,” she suggested as Wanda looked at her suspiciously.

“I need to pick up your friend’s dad,” Bucky explained. “Long story short, she was upset he couldn’t make it to the awards, so I reached out to him and basically now he agreed to be here for one night, and his flight is landing soon and the airport is over an hour away and I don’t want to drive alone, but I can’t bring her with me because it’s a surprise and –”

“Woah,” Wanda stopped his rambling with a chuckle. “Long story long, more like.” She looked back at Natasha who raised her eyebrow as if to say See now? Wanda nodded back to her as she let out a hum of thought before an idea popped in her head.

“I’ll come,” Wanda said with a mischievous smile that was hidden by her gentle voice. Bucky let out a sigh of relief, and Wanda could hear his shoulders relax. “But you have to come pick me up from Scott’s house, since I left my car at home.”

“Sure, yeah,” Bucky agreed desperately to her condition. “Thank you so much.”

Twenty minutes later, when the doorbell rang, Wanda almost felt guilty for what she was about to do. But when she thought about it some more, she reminded himself of what she told Bucky just earlier, and her conscience clears just in time for her to open the door to see a panicked Bucky, dressed in sweatpants, a hoodie, and mismatched socks.

Someone will thank me later, she thinks to herself as she pretends to double over in pain. “Wanda?” Bucky asked in concern. “Are you okay?”

“I ate someone’s leftovers,” she pretended to let out a grunt of pain. “And it’s really not agreeing with me,” she cursed under her breath. “I’m so sorry, but I don’t think I can come with you.” She apologized.

“No, no,” Bucky dismissed her. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” He walked in and shut the door, leading Wanda to sit down at the dining table as Natasha walked over with a medicine tablet and a glass of water.

“Here,” she handed them to Wanda. “Don’t worry Bucky, we’ll find someone to fill in.” Before Bucky could protest, Natasha had walked to the living room and came back with a confused and annoyed looking Steve.

“Steve said he’d be glad to go with you,” Natasha beamed. He very much did not look like he was glad to go with Bucky.

“Uh…” Steve began before Natasha nudged him from behind. “Yep, yeah, I’d be happy to… sit in a car with you for an hour and a half… to pick up my best friend’s dad…”

Bucky opened his mouth to argue, but after looking down to see the time, his eyes widened in worry. “Okay, perfect,” he said instead. “Let’s go before we’re late. Bye you guys, tell the guys I said hey.” and he grabbed Steve’s wrist and headed out the door.

Wanda and Natasha followed behind them, Wanda now forgetting about her act and leaning against the post on the front steps.

“Do you think they’ll hate us?” Wanda asked Natasha as they watched the two boys get into Bucky’s car from the front porch.

“Oh absolutely. For a month at least.”

#Bucky Barnes #Sebastian Stan #Bucky barnes fluff #sebastian stan fluff #sebastian stan angst #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan fic #sebastian stan headcanon #sebastian stan x reader #James Buchanan Barnes #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes smut

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echoingbirdsofprey · 16 days ago

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Take Me Back To Eden

14 - My Hands Are Not Worthy

Pairing: ii x OFC Violetta Kastor

Rating: EXPLICIT (MDNI!)

Warnings: smut, smut, smut, SMUT, and some flirting

A/N: This one's a rollercoaster lol

Vi: Okay I have to tell you something

Leilani: yes ma'am

Vi: Blue

Leilani: 👀

Leilani: good or bad?

Vi: it is good but I feel like I'm going at the speed of sound here

Leilani: spill

Vi: im on birth control

Leilani: are you pregnant???

Vi: no no no

Leilani: okay so...?

Vi: I did let him finish...inside me

Leilani: feels weird doesn't it?

Leilani: when I said spill

Vi: 🤣

Vi: I've never let a guy do that, and I've let him do it...a lot

Leilani: you're in love, that's sweet, I can't wait to meet him

Vi: I want you to

Leilani: was that it?

Vi: so no thats not all...we were having sex last night and he's been going through some shit and we had a really fucking crazy intimate moment and he asked if I'd marry him but it wasn't like an actual proposal

Leilani: Vi!!!! 🤯 he really loves you then, huh

Vi: well and he was gonna ask something else and I cut him off and I basically said I'd have his babies 😬

Leilani: GORL

Vi: and then I let him come inside me

Leilani: GUUURRLLL YOU TRYINA GET PREGNANT

Vi: im not I swear! It all feels like some weird ass fever dream

Leilani: you sure you didn't dream it?

Vi: the cum stained sheets beg to differ

Leilani: ya nasty

Vi; I've never been so down bad for a guy like I am with Cal

Leilani: HIS NAME IS CAL, WHATS HIS LAST NAME

Vi: fuck!

Leilani: just fucking send me a picture give me something damn it

Vi: ugh fine but please keep it quiet! They all want their privacy

Vi: *multimedia message sent*

It was one of the pictures that Jesse had taken of them, except you could see Cal's face fully, a huge smile on his face, and Violetta's eyes locked on his. They both had smiles that went all the way to their eyes. His arms were around her waist and hers around his neck.

Leilani: oooh Vi

Leilani: Oh Violetta...I see why you called him Blue, those eyes. He's got fuck me eyes

Leilani: Violetta.

Vi; what

Leilani: Violettaaaa

Vi; whaaat!!

Leilani: please have his babies holy shit you two are so fucking cute together. I want to be an aunty or whatever the fuck I'd be

Vi: stop 😳

Leilani: gorl I cannot unsee he's a cutie

Vi: thanks

Leilani: from everything you've told me he seems like a great guy, what's your hang up?

Vi: we really just met

Leilani: you've been on this tour for like 3 months...give or take

Vi: still

Leilani; just cause he's got some baggage doesn't mean you cant work it out...everyone has shit...also don't pull the we just met shit...you've been fuckin him since the start, you guys obviously have some kinda super strong chemistry going on, just roll with it, trust yourself, trust him maybe

Vi: eh fuck you you're right

Leilani: I know I know I'm a plethora of wisdom

Vi: 🙏

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Backstage, Violetta hunted for Jesse first. Cal had gone earlier in the morning with Roman and let Violetta sleep in a bit. She knew he was in good hands with Roman so she wasn't worried about Natasha finding him. Roman was taking him to a large music shop, wanting his opinion on a new keyboard as the one they'd been using was starting to die. She was sure while they were there, Cal would be looking at some drum equipment as well. She was excited to see what he brought back.

She was still reeling from last night's conversation though. She wanted to ask Jesse his opinion but when she found him he was talking with Jack. They both smiled and were very excited to see her.

“Violetta!” They both said together and it made her blush and smile. Jesse scooted over to her, putting his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his body. He was warm and a little sweaty. The venue was an outdoor one and it was hot as hell again.

“Whatcha up to, Princess?” Jesse asked, causing Jack to shoot him a suspicious glance at the use of the pet name. Jesse smirked and Violetta rolled her eyes. She did like the name but it was a little embarrassing when he used it in public, especially around Jack. Violetta felt a little bad. She wanted to spend time with Jack as he'd been so welcoming at the start of this but she felt like she wasn't even giving him the time of day lately.

“You're stinky, Jesse.” She said, laughing at him and glancing at Jack. He smiled at her and continued setting up their computers.

“This is the smell of a young, virile, man.” Jesse said, jokingly, and Violetta smirked as she shook her head. She slipped out of Jesse’ grasp and snuck behind the soundboard to stand next to Jack. She'd almost forgotten how tall he was. She bumped him gently with her hip.

‘Hi.” She said softly and he smiled and he said the same back. He glanced at her with a small smile and then spoke. “Hey could you do me a solid? Wanna clean and check the guy's In-Ears?”

“Yeah sure.” She said, leaning down to grab them all out of one of the drawers. There was a cleaning kit right next to them in the drawer. She placed everything next to Jack's workspace. He pulled up the program on one computer that checked the sound quality of the IEM’s for her and she set to work. Jesse continued to mill about, playing around with one of his guitars.

“When you're done with those, you mind cleaning the 8-string too? I got so much paint on it last night.” Jesse asked and Violetta said, “of course.”

She waited a few moments until Jesse was out of earshot and then nudged Jack again. He glanced at her with a small smirk.

“Can I ask you your opinion on something? I don't want to ask Jesse cause it might upset him.” She asked and Jack's brows furrowed.

‘Is it about Cal?’ He asked with a little smile and she nodded. Jack spoke again, with a teasing tone to his voice. “Yeah, Baby Jesse is a little jealous.”

‘I figured.” She shifted uncomfortably, catching Jesse’s eyes and the upturn of his lips as he stared back at her. She felt like she was breaking his heart but she just wasn't in love with him like she was with Cal. “How seriously would Cal wanna marry someone? Has he ever talked to you about it?”

“You're barking up the wrong tree. I think you should chat with him about that. I can tell you he said he was done with women after Natasha and then you came along. So what does that tell you?” He explained, then he added something else. “I just know when you're not with him, all he talks about is you. The only other thing he talks about like that is the drums. But that’s if he talks at all. You know how reserved he can be.”

That made Violetta blush heavily and then she smiled up at Jack and thanked him. No, her question wasn't answered but she could guess the outcome all the same with this new information.

“Now what do I do about Jesse?” She asked and Jack shot her a glance that she couldn't quite gauge emotions from.

“Cal needs to have a discussion with Jesse. He let Jesse catch feelings for you before saying anything.” Jack said softly, looking around for Jesse. He was on the complete opposite side of the stage, flitting around with his other guitar and annoying Alex.

“I did hang out with Jesse first though.” Violetta said as she finished with Roman and Steve’s monitors and moved on to Jesse and Cal's.

‘Well Jesse knows not to get attached. That boy is not capable of settling down and he knows it, despite whatever he's said to you. I love him but he'll say anything to keep a girl coming back if he likes her in his bed.” Jack explained. Violetta was quick to clean Jesse’s and move on to Cal's.

“How do I know Cal isn't doing the same? Hypothetically.” She asked, and Jack shook his head.

“Nah Cal is different. He never slept around on the past tours. He was trying to date a girl and she didn't like that he was gone as much as he was. I also think that Natasha got to her and made her break up with him because he went back to Nastasha right after they broke up. I don't know what fucking hold that bitch has over him but you might be the one to break it. At least I hope you will.” Jack said warmly, putting an arm around Violetta and hugging her. They had quite a few more hours until the ritual, so while waiting for Cal to get back, Violetta decided to spend the time with Jack, helping him with the drums and audio and cleaning the guitars.

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"Will you stop squirming?" Violetta said, as she dipped the brush in the tub of black body paint. Jesse had his shirt off and sat across from her on a gear box. He kept moving, the brush tickling his skin.

"You're tickling me. This isn't how I usually put it on." He said with a smirk. He caught her hand, stopping her. His eyes narrowed as his icy blue eyes meet her pretty emerald ones. He scooted closer to Violetta, crowding her space slightly as he reached for the paint.

"Well, then how do you put it on?" She asked, a grin forming on her lips. Jesse dipped two fingers in the tub and spread a line of black on his arm. He tilted his head toward the paint, his eyes motioning to it as well. Violetta shook her head and took a glob of it with her much smaller hand and slapped it on his arm, splattering it on herself and his chest as well.

"Fuck off." He said, laughing as she rubbed the paint up and down his arm, trying her best to get it on evenly. She smiled, averting her eyes. He took a dab from what had splashed on his chest and put it around his eyes.

"You look like a fucking raccoon, stop." She said, giggling as she took more paint and wiped it on his face with her fingers. She carefully outlined his eyes almost like he had a sleeping mask on.

"A cute raccoon though." He said softly as he leaned even closer. Her breath caught and she swallowed hard as her eyes met his, the icy blue burning through her. She gritted her teeth and glanced around, finding no one else in sight. He tipped her chin up and closed the distance, pressing his lips to her. She nearly melted as his other arm wrapped around her waist and a small moan escaped her lips as he pressed closer. His hand dipped under her belt and cupped her ass, making her jump. When he pulled away, it was just enough to speak. "Goddamn, Princess, I just wanna steal you from him. I know it would never happen. You love him too much. Besides, we'd never get anything done."

"Yeah, especially with me around." They heard a voice and footsteps and Jesse slid away from Violetta, his cheeks going bright red in embarrassment.

"I was just..." Jesse began and Cal placed a hand on his friend's shoulder.

" Leaving . You need to get dressed." Cal said, pressing a kiss to Jesse' cheek before pushing him gently off the gear box and sat himself in front of Violetta. She watched Jesse as he walked away, trying to finish applying his own paint. Violetta tilted her head and smirked as Cal removed his plain white t-shirt and sat close enough for Violetta to only have to reach up and barely outstretch her arm to touch his bare chest. Her emerald eyes floated back to the drummer's ocean blue ones and she blushed as she gazed down at his body, taking in the tattoos all over him in better light than she normally saw them in.

"He was kidding." She said as she took some paint on her hand and spread it with her fingers over his inked arms. She took special care as she traveled up his arms, cupping his biceps with her hands, feeling him flex into her hands. He blinked slowly and a smile began to form on his lips.

"I'm not jealous, Vi. I'm a big boy. I can handle a little competition." He said and tilted his head as he watched her work, slowly and methodically covering his pale skin with the black paint.

" Competition ." She scoffed and she took some of the paint to apply it to Cal's face but when she reached her hand up he caught her wrist gently and leaned closer.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked, the tip of his nose touching hers.

"Jesse is...great...but he's not you. After last night...I don't know why you would think there would be any competition at all." She said and Cal immediately pressed his lips to hers.

"Ah, that's what you mean." He said softly, and Violetta smirked and glanced back down at the tub of body paint as he spoke again. “Might be that I'm just a jealous fuck and I want you all to myself.”

“Is that so?” She smiled and took some more paint in her hand and began rubbing it over his chest. He hummed from her hands trailing over his chest, letting his head fall back as she worked. He brought a hand up to her cheek, running his knuckles carefully across it and posing a question. "You gonna do my whole chest and back tonight?"

"You gonna leave your shirt off for me?" She asked, tilting her head. He nodded and her smile widened significantly, as her lashes fluttered and she dragged her fingers across his chest, smearing more paint on. Her fingers were slow but firm, as if she was massaging the paint into his skin rather than just over the top.

"That what you want, sweetheart?" He asked and she smirked again. She nodded her head and continued to smear paint all over his upper body. As he turned to offer his back, he asked, “Do you like that you know what's underneath the paint and they don't?”

“You mean, do I like being privy to not only the tattoos, but all of the other things too?” She asked as he pulled her closer, his lips brushing hers softly.

‘Yes, Vi...that's exactly what I mean.” He closed the distance, warmth radiating from him. She reached for his chest, almost forgetting about the paint smeared all over him. He let a small smirk cross his lips.

He'd put a black shirt back on but when it came time to go on stage, Violetta was adjusting wireless units and IEMs, when she got to Cal, he'd not put his jacket on yet. He pulled Violetta in for a kiss, mask on, and then pulled his shirt over his head just as they were walking on stage. He handed the shirt to her, kissing her one more time, as she handed him back his drumsticks. Violetta's cheeks went bright red and stayed that way for most of the ritual. She felt like everyone on the crew was either smirking or staring at her after that. Jack had even nudged her and hugged her once the guys were on stage.

¤ ¤ ¤

Afterwards, once Cal had washed off his paint and taken a shower so that he was squeaky clean, even though he was absolutely exhausted, he had begun to seduce Violetta, repeating lyrics back to her from one of the songs they'd performed.

“My hands are not worthy.” He said softly, fingertips caressing the tattooed ivy leaves that lined her ribs. She giggled and took his head in her hands as she pressed her lips to his in a gentle kiss.

“They are.” She said and he shook his head. He pulled her onto his lap, letting her settle, their most intimate parts touching. Her hands crept up his torso, to his chest, then up onto his shoulders.

“My hands are...” He whispered, leaning up to let his lips travel her jawline. “Not worthy.”

She closed her eyes, relaxing into his arms. One of his hands made their way up to her neck, fingers feather light over the drumstick scythes at her sternum, lifting it with one digit, feeling how warm the steel was from resting upon her skin.

“My hands...” His fingers traveled to her collarbone, then gently up to fold around her throat, his thumb running under her chin. His other hand was still on her back, and he pulled her closer still, his lips brushing her earlobe. “ Are not worthy .”

Violetta smirked, tilting her head toward his mouth. She realized then what he was saying. He inhaled deeply, the scent of her skin like the spring, thinking of fresh cherry blossoms and a warm breeze. He opened his mouth, not to kiss but just to let his parted lips brush her skin, like he was painting, mixing his own scent with hers. She took a deep breath, a sigh filled with relief and excitement all at the same time. He carefully shifted his hips, silently signaling her to roll onto her back.

My hands are not worthy.

He pulled her shirt up, revealing the red bra that he liked oh so much. She locked eyes with him, seeing lust filled blue looking up at her. He reached around, unclasping the bra with two fingers. He grabbed the front of it with his teeth, careful not to bite down too hard and pinch her. That was not his goal.

His ultimate aspiration was her pleasure, never her pain. She shimmied out of the bra and he sat up with it still in his mouth. He smirked and her eyes darkened, her lips parting, her head tilting. As if she hadn't already been horny, it increased tenfold, as he chucked the bra to the side of the bed, with a shake of his head, and watched as his eyes widened at the sight of her exposed breasts. The nipples pebbled in the airconditioned night air of the room and he took them in his hands, giving a gentle squeeze.

“Oh...my hands are certainly not worthy...” He laughed and settled over the top of her. He leaned down, taking a nipple in his mouth, dragging his tongue over it, then rolling it in his fingertips before sucking gently on it. Violetta moaned, throwing her head back against the sheets, and her hands went for his hair, taking handfuls, then scratching his scalp with her nails. He let out a sigh, moving to her other breast.

She was writhing underneath him and insatiable. She wanted so badly to grab him, wrestle him to the sheets and mount him. She figured that might be traumatic for him. She never went heavier than he asked for. And he would reward her some days by fucking her so hard she could barely walk the next day but those were few and far between. She didn't need those encounters as much as she needed and loved the ones like this one.

Cal pressed a kiss to her sternum, then moved down between the valley of her breasts. Her head fell back as he traveled further down her body, tracing every tattoo with his mouth. He nibbled gently at her stomach, pressing a kiss to the middle, then moved down more until he was at her pubic bone. He traced a line from just below her belly button to each hip bone. She heard him moan softly as he delved between her folds with his tongue. He lapped at her entrance, the sounds of her wetness sending her closer and closer to the edge of her pleasure. He reached around and cupped her ass cheeks with his hands, pulling her as close as he could to his mouth, nearly suffocating himself. He pulled away for air, then moaned as he dove back in, sucking her clit into his mouth. That sent Violetta plummeting through a hard orgasm, her walls squeezing nothing and feeling very empty.

It wasn't long though before he was pulling away, wiping his mouth on the sheets, then lining his cock up at her pussy. He leaned down to kiss her and ask her if she was ready to which she nodded so quickly. He pressed inside her, her wet warmth engulfing him, pulling a strained groan from him as he seated himself as deep as he could on the first go. He took a hold of her hips and spread her legs as far as he could. When he pulled back out, almost to the tip, he would thrust back in even slower than his first one. Then he began an odd rhythm, three slow thrusts, two quicker ones. Leave it to a drummer to use his hips in rhythm like a vibrator. He would pause when he was completely sheathed for a few seconds after each thrust, almost as if he was trying to feel her deepest parts. His cock twitched and he couldn't help the labored breaths and soft moans that left his lips.

Violetta felt exceptionally filled on this instance. He felt abnormally large and she didn't know if it was because he was extra hard, or so it seemed, and she'd just come so she was super tight to begin with, but either way, she was stuffed. He was lingering inside her, like he was trying to memorize every inch of her.

“My hands are...not worthy.” He moaned softly, and it sounded almost like he was singing it, and she could feel him beginning to throb inside her. It had taken her until now to realize when he was fully sheathed, that the skin just above his cock rubbed nicely against her clit. So nicely in fact that she'd been so enthralled in him making love to her that she didn't realize she was about to come again. He grasped at her hips, his nails digging in, as he begged her for release. “ Come for me sweetheart. Say my name .”

She did, and she moaned his name so wonderfully, as her eyes met his, which made him come immediately after, and he painted her inner walls with his hot seed. He stilled, enjoying the feeling of her wringing every last drop from him. He kissed her softly as he carefully laid next to her, placing a leg over her to help keep his cock inserted. He just wanted to stay in her warmth forever.

“Say my name again.” He whispered as he brushed his knuckles against her cheek, leaning in to press his lips to hers.

“ Cal ...” She said, just by his ear and he nearly vibrated with happiness. “That was...fucking incredible.”

He wrapped his arms around her, reveling in the feeling of her skin sticking to his. He wasn't sure how anything could get better than this.

#ii sleep token #iii sleep token #iv sleep token #vessel sleep token #sleep token band #sleep token fanfiction

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hydroj1ns · 1 year ago

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belobog breeding society

part 2 cocolia here

i cant help but imagine a dystopian jarilo-vi in which the population has been whittled down so much since everwinter struck, so when madam cocolia ascends to the position of supreme guardian, she enforces a law that makes it mandatory for every fertile woman in belobog to bear at least 3 children within a certain timeframe.

this led to natasha fucking every patient that registered at her hospital at least once. she could feel envy prickling inside her as she watched the other women, bellies swollen with child waddling in the corridors of the hospital wing. why was it so hard to get pregnant?

she even considered giving up her job as a doctor to instead pursue a position at the local whorehouse, where she could expose her needy, free-use cunt to more cocks, and hopefully develop higher rates of fertilization (which isn't saying much, since she hasn't been successful thus far). that was until she met you. you, who she thought was just another patient.

when you walked into the sterile room for your yearly check-up, you weren't sure what to expect. certainly not a busty, attractive woman like dr. natasha. you couldn't miss the way her eyes grew dark as she pressed the stethoscope to your chest, listening to your heart rate increase. and certainly not the way the tiniest amount of drool escaped the corner of her mouth as she rubbed your cock to hardness, only "checking" that your physiological responses were all in order.

and of course, her bouncing on your cock with reckless abandon for the rest of the check-up (was it meant to be 2 hours long?) was only necessary. and her telling you to "c-come inside m-me, p-please! breed me full!" was all to make sure you were healthy! yes, definitely, spurting copious loads of your thick cum inside her now-abused womb was for your own good. and this had nothing to do with her obviously pregnant state a few months later for your follow-up appointment.

well, surely natasha won't make you breed her slutty pussy again, not when her tummy is already full of your offspring. right?

part 2 cocolia here

#honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail smut #natasha x reader #breeding k1nk #honkai star rail x gender neutral reader #star rail x reader #star rail #hydroj1ns thirsts

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apheliia · 10 months ago

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Hey so i hope you dont mind me adding some stuff to the request i sent you.

So i imagine the reader to be apart of Wildfire. Yes i did say they would stay low but after seeing how bad the Underworld is doing, they cant just stand by. They promise to look after Jarilo-VI until their mara struck them and that also include the underworlders. What kind of work they would be doing? Idk tbh but i imagine they work closely with Natasha and Oleg. I also think they might actually reveal their secret (their origin and work) to those two after a couple of years. Natasha is a doctor and she would obviously notice how the reader basically never aged at all after a few years. Although… i dont think they would reveal about the stellaron. I mean i could also possibly see them doing that as well but idk… maybe they will have to because im pretty sure those two are smart enough to connect the dots that the reader, like i said in my last ask, could technically command Svarog to open the furnace which leads to the reader revealing why they wont do it until they have a plan to take down Cocolia and the Stellaron.

I also just realized how the reader’s pressence would actually make the nameless’s job much easier. They can be the one explaining the history of the Eternal Freeze and what’s going on with Cocolia to the group, convincing Svarog to finally open the furnace bc they finally have a plan to defeat Cocolia and the Stellaron and Bronya would probably believe everything much better than she did in the game (bc she trusts the reader and seeing them in the Underworld would make her quickly realize her mother had been lying to her on what truly happened to the reader and to an extent, lying about everything)

Speaking of the Astral Express, i feel like Himeko might possibly offer the reader to go back home to the Luofu since they were stuck in Jarilo-VI for centuries but the reader would decline the offer. While they would like to go back to their homeland at some point, Jarilo-VI has been their home for a long time and they are not just going to abandon it on a fly, especially during the major changes that’s going on.

Although this made me think of when would the reader go back to Luofu? When they think Belobog can do well without them and their mara starts to act up. Xianzhou Natives have an average lifespan of about 800 years and the reader has been in Jarilo-VI for 700 years. So the reader has more or less 100 years to live before they become mara struck. I feel like the reader know that they have more or less a century to live before going mara struck, so later on in Bronya’s reign as Supreme Guardian, they would secretly prepare someone else to be The Advisor or let it die with them and tell Bronya about their upcoming ‘death’ and departure. Ofc Bronya will be distraught but she will accept it sadly and quickly prepare a “Going Away” party with everyone the reader know in attendance. It was a sad affair and the reader almost had doubts on leaving but in the end they did leave and went to the Luofu where they will spend those last decades in peace, knowing how they had raised a whole planet and was proud of everything they had done.

And like i promised in my last post, this will possibly spoil the whole request and you can choose not to reply to this ask first if you still want to post the context but

The reason I had this idea in the first place is bc of two stuff. A movie I watched called "Maquia: When the Promised Flower Blooms" and the song "Shelter" by Porter Robinson and Madeon. So the movie is about a girl who comes from a race of long lived species and after an attack destroyed her village, she was ready to end it all until she found a baby boy and decides to raise him even with the knowledge that her son will die before her. (Can you see where I got inspired?) The movie is honestly underrated and beautiful and I really suggest you and anyone who's reading this to watch it. There's a full movie of it in YouTube that is English dubbed (and dw it's not those sus videos, it's the real deal and I suggest you watch before it gets taken down). Then there's the music video called "Shelter", it's a really good song that really tugs your heart. The song in my opinion fits the vibe the whole brainrot have. I'm pretty sure the song is quite popular and you already know about it but I suggest you check it out if you haven't!

- 🐱 Anon

i was hoarding this ask for a while but i decided to reply to it! i definitely agree with all of this.

i can DEFINITELY see them being a member of wildfire, for multiple reasons. one, because they know that they have a unique way with svarog that others do not (they spent a really long time with him around, after all). two, because you're right--the belobogians are their responsibility. underworld or overworld, these people are theirs, and they should do everything they can to protect them. i also do think they would confide in nat and oleg, specifically nat though! she would totally notice how little they've aged. she knows they're quite a bit older than her but then why do they look her age? she would notice.

YEAH LMAO the nameless' job would be so much easier with them around. the mission would go far more smoothly imo. bronya, poor thing...... she would understand so much more easily but i do still think she'd be super upset about it.

yes! initially, i do see them refusing. BUTTTTTT their return would probably be the wiser choice, and i think they would understand and accept that. ESPECIALLY once they start noticing their mara flaring up worse and worse and worse.

at this point, reader would be in their 700s, so they're approaching the "end" of their unnatural lifespan. and i think they would want to go back to the luofu, if for no other reason than to protect their dearest people from the harsh reality of their life. the belobogians probably wouldn't know wtf to do with a mara-struck. but the xianzhou alliance? it's basically routine to handle them. i think [name] has been alive long enough to be wise. and it would be wise to be honest with bronya. they'd sit her down and quietly inform her of their upcoming "death" of sorts, and that they cannot remain here because they could not bare putting the burden of slaying them on her shoulders, especially when she's never even encountered a mara-struck before. it would be horrifying for her to see their slow decline into madness and their transformation into something unrecognizable. it would be unthinkable to put that on her shoulders.

though they would have loved to pass away peacefully on jarilo-vi, their death... won't be peaceful. because it isn't peaceful being long-lived in this way. and though it's sad to leave, they leave proud of what belobog and their children have become <3

i'll definitely have to look into it, then!!!!

#✧— aphe's letters from 🐱 anon.

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guhamun · 2 months ago

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@paramythas said (inbox):

"Miss Bronya was quite insistent I make your acquaintance," the General says, looking curiously around the small, underground clinic. A sharp gaze catches on old machinery, worn plastic and rusting metal. And yet there isn't a single indication that anyone in the place receives anything but the best care possible. Interesting. "I do apologize for the sudden intrusion, but my ability to be away from my post is somewhat limited- so I thought it would be best to visit while I still had the time. Tell me... do you find yourself in need of a great many supplies here, madam?" (yeets the old man at Nat-)

OH HOW NATASHA WISHED that Bronya would have at least sent some kind of warning her way that important individuals would come her way. Even though she had no idea who it was that stood in her clinic, she could tell from just a glance that they more than just a mere visitor. And here she was, looking a bit of a mess. Gently placing down a box of medicines that had been sent her way today, she offered her guest a soft, pleasant smile. ❝That’s quite fine. You can at an excellent time, really. Normally around this hour, the clinic is rather quiet. So, I am grateful for the company.❞ This man knew who she was from Bronya, but who was he? Obviously not from Jarilo-VI. Everything about him felt entirely different. From the way he held himself, to the manner of his clothing. It was all fascinating, really. Upon the question asked, she turned her attention away from the other, gaze falling upon the box she had resting upon the nearby table.

❝We have been getting by well enough, though before the Astral Express came and averted the Stellaron Crisis, it was truly a struggle to make ends meet. The surface was closed to us down here in the underground, and so, for a time, we had to scrounge by.❞ Admittedly, she had become used to still doing that despite there being no need. Natasha constantly counted how many of each kinds of medicines she had before a day ended, as well as checking to ensure there was plenty of gauze, antiseptic, and anything else that was often used on a regular basis. There was nothing more heartbreaking than telling someone she would not be able to assist them outside of the superficial. There were so many people that she couldn’t save back then… ❝It feels a bit surreal now, having much of what I need on hand.❞

#paramythas #;paramythas : j.ing yuan #;v: overworked doctor #;m: natasha #answered #;;inbox

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graceful-starker · 2 years ago

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“Come on!” Tony says in exasperation. “Please?”

“Did Tony Stark just discover the word ‘please’?” Natasha asks, quirking a brow.

Tony bites his tongue. Peter is very good at making Tony say ‘please’ actually. “Nat, come on. I’ve spent the last week just trying to conspicuously figure out who even had Peter! Please trade me, Nat.”

“What’s in it for me?” She asks. “I already got Peter a gift.”

Tony makes an annoyed sound. “What do you want? Money isn’t an issue, obviously.”

Natasha pretends to think for a moment. “I want Pepper.”

Tony blinks in surprise. “I didn’t know you swing that way, but you should-“

Natasha rolls her eyes. “No, idiot, I want to be her Secret Santa. I have a good gift idea for her.”

“Oh,” Tony says, narrowing his eyes. “Steve has her, I asked while trying to find Peter.”

“Then get me Pepper from Steve, I’ll give you Peter.” She hops off the desk, taking a bite from her apple and stalking off.

Tony groans in frustration. “I don’t know why she wants Pepper, but she won’t give me Peter unless she does.”

Steve thinks about it for a moment. “Okay. I want Sam, he’s been talking about wanting this one gift idea for a while, it would be perfect.”

Tony whines in impatience. “Seriously? I have to play this game now? You all are seriously taking the fun out of Secret Santa.”

“Says you!” Steve argues. “You started this.”

“So…who would I be giving a gift to?”

“I drew Wanda, so you would be giving a gift to Vision.”

Bruce thinks about it for a moment. “I don’t know…Vision would be pretty hard to shop for.”

Tony pinches the bridge of his nose. “Fine, who do you want?”

“Thor,” Bruce says without missing a beat.

Tony groans heavily. “Vision has Thor, I can’t give Vision himself.”

Bruce shrugs. “I can just keep Sam.”

Tony pulls at his hair. “I hate this game.”

“Why do you even want to buy a gift for Wanda? I thought you didn’t like her very much?”

“I don’t…not like her,” Tony scratches the back of his head. “Listen, you take Vision and I’ll take Wanda, okay? He’ll be easy to buy for, he’s basically a toddler.”

Scott sighs heavily. “Fine, I don’t really care. I hadn’t bought a gift yet.”

“Thank god!”

“I don’t understand…I am very grateful to have Wanda, but why would you like Thor?”

“Uh…just…you know. Have a good gift idea. Please Vis?”

“I suppose,” Vision says, shrugging. “You can have Thor.”

Natasha raises a brow. “You went through all of that just to have Peter? What are you even planning on giving him?”

Tony sighs in relief, having secured his prize. “You’ll see on Christmas!”

Tony walks out of Natasha’s room, smiling to himself. All of that work, and he doesn’t even know what he’s getting his boyfriend yet.

#starker

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romanoffsbish · 3 years ago

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Everything Comes at a Cost

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!GoddessReader

SMUT featured in flashback blurb.

Quickie—Fingering, Marking, Cursing

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!GoddessReader

No SMUT because…

Wanda Maximoff x Vision

Y/N, Goddess of Life, is faced with a daunting choice as the lives of the people—women—she’s grown to love hangs in the balance. Will she willing pay the ultimate price, or will she let fate run its course?

Angst with sprinkled in fluff 🥺❤️

9,746 Words

•~~~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~~~• (Past)

An inconsolable ache had settled deep within your chest and had remained steadfast for the last week since you'd received the news, which only worked to add to your already heavy heart. Feeling the immense loss of your dearest cousin Loki, while listening to the impending doom the broken shell of a man—Thor—prophesied to the "entirety" of your team remaining on Earth.

Rhodey, and you were all that had remained at the compound most days after the Sokovia Accords aftermath, as you essentially were Switzerland in the whole debacle. That stupid disagreement nearly broke you, as you lost the majority of your found family, and had to say goodbye to the only women you'd ever loved.

Neither one of them ever truly belonging to you, but somehow your heart was theirs.

"Thor, you need to get some rest, if what you say is true then it would be best—."

"No, I must be preparing for the war that's headed our way, round up the team while I'm away Y/N!" He boasts, completely ignoring your logic in favor of some cryptic preparation.

You watched as he left almost nearly as fast as he'd arrived, so you instead turn to your closest adversary as of late.

"Alrighty then, looks like it's just the two of us once more." Rhodey humorlessly chuckles, and you turn to him with a guilty, scrunched up expression.

"Spoke too soon did I?" He questions as he realizes what's likely to come from your lips.

"Round up the team, you have the most pull anyways."

"I wouldn't say that..." He lightheartedly interrupts, and you playfully roll your eyes.

"While you do so I'm going to go visit an old friend of mine, one who could possibly provide me with some clarity on what's to come, and how best to stop it." You continue, and he nods.

Then within a snap you're traveling the limited remains of the bifrost, as you seek out your mother—Freyr. Traveling through the bifrost is rather exhausting, as you're beamed through, having never truly grown accustomed to it no matter how many times you've traveled through it.

"Ahh, if it isn't my dearest daughter, to what do I owe the pleasure of your spontaneous visit? Shouldn't you be with your equally as clueless cousins on that wretched planet Earth. Tragedy really, that you willing dedicate your lives to the feeble existence that is mankind."

"Good to see you too mother, now, on to business. Asgard, as I'm sure you know, has been obliterated, and Loki's life was valiantly lost in said battle. I wish to avenge him, as well as to prevent any further catastrophe if at all possible. So, you're going to provide me with visions of the proposed future, and then I'll be on my way."

"What? No time for tea?" She jests, beckoning you to sit before her as she prepares her station for your desired rituals.

You scoff, then move to sit before your mother, freeing your mind of its stressors in an attempt to allow her in completely.

—

Natasha enters the compound with swift steps, followed closely by Steve, Sam, Wanda, and an obviously injured Vision. First thing she does is tightly hug Rhodey, but truthfully her heart, much like the Sokovian's, aches to see you.

"Where's Y/N?" The former assassin immediately asks, and Wanda's attention shifts to Rhodey as both of them look at him expectantly.

"She's not here, left a couple of hours ago actually, said she needed to visit an old friend of hers in search of answers to fix this mess."

"When will she be back?" Wanda asks, and Steve clears his throat to try to reroute the conversation back to the synthezoid.

"I'm quite certain Y/N would want our sole focus to be on the crisis at hand. She'll be more than okay, so let's figure out a plan."

—

Nimble fingers light the match, then with a wave of her hand the flame spreads across the candles surrounding the both of you.

"Like my party trick?" She teases, with an infuriating smirk upon her face.

"Mother..." You groan, and she sighs while cupping your cheeks.

"Darling, can you please act like you don't detest me for at least one moment?"

"I do not detest you mother, I'm just a bit pressed for time, I apologize if it seems as if it's something else, but please can we just get this show on the road?"

Her reply comes in the form of a gentle kiss to your forehead before her forehead takes the place of her lips, and gentle fingers tap at your temple. A sudden rush of energy courses through your head, then swiftly travels through the expanse of your body, and suddenly your thrown into a flash of prophetic imagery.

—

Vision is forced to be lying flat on a table, even though he believes it best for Wanda to just destroy the stone. The team shuts him down, then prepares for battle as Shuri confirms that she can handle the stone, but she just needs ample time. Within a moments time the image shifts to the battlefield where you see Natasha, and Okoye in trouble before Wanda saves them. Then it moves to them fighting off a rather odd looking alien who was going for Wanda specifically.

Your heart twinges with fear at the notion of either of your girls being in danger.

The scene shifts to Vision kneeled before a trembling Wanda, and every ounce of her grief is present on her face as she is forced to kill the love of her life all in the name of the greater good. It appeared to have all been for not, as they were obviously too late as the scene shifts to Thanos—the mad titan Thor described—using one of the infinity stones to undo all that was done.

The scene swiftly fades into a splattering of dust, as the faces of your friends—beloved—begin to become no more. Fading into another scene where Tony's cradling the disappearing form of the spider-"man" that you've grown to cherish as if he were your own.

Your blood runs cold as this man seems to have taken everything from you in a matter of seconds, as you see all of your friends fading away, but what shocks you most is the lack of sight of yourself.

All too suddenly your thrown through a collection of years, viewing the ways in which everyone's world crumbles, and for the seldom few it actually comes together. Natasha's dull existence breaks your heart, as you feel the weight of the world resting on her shoulders. Her grief is immense, as is Clint's as it shows you what becomes of him without his family.

A fleeting moment of hope flashes before your eyes, warming your heart once you see that Tony had pulled his head out his ass and at the sight of Natasha's following smile. Smiles fade as you watch the two best friends fight to the death for an orange stone, and you're forced to watch as the love of your life dies thinking she is destined to do so in repentance.

All you felt is nauseous when you heard the thud, and have to hear her attempt to explain this away as okay repeating in your mind. Nothing about the situation would be okay... No time is left for you to react before you are witnessing Tony meeting a similar ending.

Everyone seems to move on as best they can, but then a scene shows a very distraught, and more disturbingly alone Wanda. The grief is radiating off of her, a boom of her powers erupts, then before you could see where it leads you felt yourself forcefully being pushed from the visions.

Your mom's hands fall from your temples, and you crumble to your knees as the reality of it all begins to set in. Tears fall freely as you try and process what you just bore witness to, and the sickness in your body spreads throughout as you realize what it is you must do.

"My darling, you're not written into this sequence of events, whatever you do to interfere could be catastrophic." Your mother announces, placing a firm hand to your shoulder, and with that you're mind is settled.

"Well, I'd like to think that what I'm about to do is actually going to prove the opposite mother." You boast, quickly jumping to your feet and moving to wrap her in a tight hug.

"Oh, my sweet girl, interfering with the problems of men has rarely ever worked in our favor, and judging by the nature of your hug, I'm going to conclude this is our last..."

"Always the intuitive one mother, take care of yourself, I love you..."

"Yeah, it's a gift that is more so a burden really. So there's really nothing I can say to sway you in staying here with me where it's safe?"

"Oh mom, safe's never been a route I follow, you know that. Plus, the people I have been blessed to love, and the fate of millions sort of depends on my plan." You conclude, nodding her way with a sad smile to match her own before beaming yourself back to the compound, and then racing off towards the hangar as you hear the jet being started up.

"Friday! Tell them to wait!"

"Of course Miss Y/L/N."

Sprinting leaves you winded, but that's a small price to pay as you barely make it into the jet. The eyes on you hold a slurry of different emotions, but before you can even speak you're being tackled into a hug.

"Y/N... Oh how I've missed you..."

Wanda... The woman of your dreams, partial holder of your heart, who—sadly for you, had handed hers over to the synthezoid.

•~~~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~~~•

Wanda and her brother had just arrived at the compound after the battle of Sokovia had destroyed her home, and her gaze had remained on you ever since as you traipsed around the compound healing everyone.

"Hello there, may I help you?" You tease, and her cheeks tint red at being caught.

"Uh- I-I just really wanted to say thank you..."

"Oh. For what?" You feign cluelessness.

"Pietro—you saved his life, and I can't thank you enough."

"Well, you most certainly don't have to thank me sweet girl. I'm a natural healer, it's just my job."

"Still, what you did was nothing short of a miracle, and it deserves immense thanks..."

"Well, in that case, you can thank me by fixing me a nice dinner." You playfully respond, winking her way, and walking off towards your room at the compound before she could even respond.

"Wow sestra, you got it bad..." Pietro mumbles as he approaches her from behind, then she trips him with her red tendrils as he evades her head slap with his fast feet.

—

"Ello love." You greet the Sokovian in an offensively bad British accent while plopping down beside her and causing her bed to shake.

Her giggles warmed your heart, even if they were uttered to make fun of you. She quickly moved to bookmark her story before she then laid down beside you and you both adjusted until you were face to face.

"Dorogoy, that accent was just horrible." She laughs out after a straight minute of silent eye contact.

"How would you even know?" You grumble, then roll to your back, crossing your arms over your chest, and pouting.

"I watch the Great British Bake Off whenever I'm bored, and even without it I don't live under a rock Y/N/N, plus Vis has a British accent." Wanda playfully relays, nose scrunching up at the way your face contorts so intensely, and she uses her thumb to massage at your furrowed brows.

"Fair enough..." You concede in a tired mumble, sighing as the circling of her thumb works to ease your tensions.

Wanda watches as you slowly drift off to sleep in her bed, she places a lingering kiss to your forehead before picking her book back up, and using her powers to lay a blanket over your body. With every mission that's happened as of late your powers have been in high demand, and you've barely had a chance to recuperate. She'd known you were here to distract her, possibly even help her to destress since Pietro's off on a mission, but she also knew you were exhausted so this outcome truly makes her the happiest.

—

Ever since the twins arrival a year ago you'd been training with the young witch. Volunteering as such in an attempt to help her to learn how to gain control of her powers. Emotions seemed to have a major play in how her powers surge, and you were trying to find a way to help her temper that.

"Breathe sweet girl, stressing out will just get you nowhere, we'll go again." You gently instruct, as you set up another simulation for her to run through, locking her in with a reassuring smile.

The highly advanced tech is actually able to manifest scenarios that are rooted within one's deepest fears, for Wanda it's almost as if her powers were being used against her.

A scene plays out of her on a mission at a Hydra base with the entirety of the team. Everything had been going well up until she was faced with an ungodly scene of you being tortured. Her objective was to free the hostages, take out Hydra's men, then get back to the jet without losing control. Something in her snapped though when she heard your heart wrenching screams as she tried to wander by.

"Stop it! No!!! No! Please!" She sobs, as your simulated form slumps forward, appearing to her as if you weren't going to survive, and she just loses all semblances of reality at the sight.

The screams were apparent to you from outside the glass she'd been safely encased in. Before you could interfere by pulling her out of the simulation she's already falling to her knees, screaming and shaking while her body becomes encased in red, then she falls over, hitting the ground as her powers burst out and into the glass. Against all common sense you instruct Friday to allow you in, and she reluctantly does so.

"Wanda, darling, come back to me..." You coo, as you pull her sobbing form against you.

Her fists clutch at your shirt, bunching it up, and your heart practically breaks at the sound of her pained sobs.

"Whatever happened, it wasn't real Wanda, you're okay, I promise that you're safe with me love."

Your words seemed to work as her shaking slowly subsided, but her hold on you remained just as tight.

"I-I..." She struggled to speak, as her eyes moved to look directly into yours, and to your complete shock her lips pressed to yours.

A loud clearing of another's throat led to your lips eventually parting, and while you looked at her in a complete daze, her gaze met that of an apparently irate ex-assassin.

"If you two are done, Wanda's got less than sixty seconds until our training starts." Natasha calmly states, but the fire behind her eyes paints a different picture for her feelings.

Wanda jumps up from your lap, leaving you stunned on the ground, and takes off to get to the gym, attempting her best to block out Natasha's murderous thoughts.

—

Wanda avoided you like the plague for the remainder of the week, you felt hurt, but you completely understood that what happened could've been due to the heat of the moment. Seeing her locking lips with the synthezoid only four days later though essentially shattered your heart.

Your gasp alerted her to your presence, and her legs traveled at an inhumane speed trying to reach you, but your slammed door told her this wouldn't be a good time. Not that she cared though, so she sat in front of your door, remaining there until you'd finally went to leave your room nearly four hours later.

"Y/N/N.." She whimpers, jumping to her feet, and literally stumbling into you because her legs had long since fallen asleep.

You obviously catch her, locking your bloodshot eyes on her glazed over pair, then you sigh as you work to peel her off of you as she tries to have her hands on you in some form.

"Wanda, I need time, that's all... I understand that it wasn't your intention to hurt me, but it doesn't make the end result any less painful. Vision is a nice —uh— guy, and I hope that he makes you as happy as can be. I've known for awhile now that you'd liked him, I just kinda wish you didn't kiss me first, giving me this false hope. We'll be okay eventually though, training is obviously postponed though as I'm leaving for an undecided amount of time."

You finish your ramblings with a gentle caress of her cheeks, wiping away at the stray tears before you walk away with your duffle slung over your shoulder, and unbeknownst to you—half of her heart. Once you're out of sight she crumbles to her knees, tightly hugging herself as she feels the regret wash over her.

—

—Lagos—

You were off in Asgard helping Thor with his mishaps, helping to break him and Loki out of their intergalactic prison when you got the call that Wanda apparently needed you. Hearing her name after months of being away still stung, but the ways in which your heart had slowly healed helped to ease the pain.

"Steve, what do you mean she won't come out of her room?"

"Look, Y/N, it's been a horrible few months without you here, both women have been rather moody, and Tony's honestly been insufferable."

"Why? Did his bruises have to heal naturally?" You giggle, then make your way to your pod.

"Please say you'll come home, even just for a little bit?" He pleads, your heart warms as he says 'home' so naturally, and you bid him farewell with the promises of your return.

"Oy, where you headed? Are you really leaving me alone with the big oaf?"

"Oh Loki, I envy yours and Thor's relationship, I can just feel the love radiating." You muse with a roll of your eyes before hugging him goodbye.

"Take care of yourself little one." He playfully coos, and you lightly shove him.

"I'm not little.." You groan, and he laughs boisterously at your tantrum.

"Take care Loki, you too Thor! Until we meet again cousins." You say as you enter your pod and set off for Earth.

—

Once you'd arrived Steve was waiting for you, then he escorted you through the compound, and your heart clenched at the sight of your distraught looking teammates, more specifically the redhead.

You smiled gently at her, feeling lighter once you saw her lips upturning in passing, then the mood drastically dropped the closer you got to Wanda's door.

"Y/N, thank God you're here." Vision whisper shouts, pulling you in for an awkward hug, and you kindly smile at him as he pulls back.

"I'm not sure how much help I'm going to be here, but it can't hurt to try." You humorlessly chuckle out, and he places a firm hand to your shoulder.

"She's in immense pain, and has been ever since you left. I actually believe the only one who can help her is you." He solemnly states, furthering your guilty feelings, but you shake yourself clear of the thoughts.

Everyone clears out of the hallway to give you space, but you run to the kitchen first, making her a heaping pile of pancakes as you assume she hadn't eaten in days.

"Wands..." You say as you knock on the door, barely tapping it three times before it's thrown open.

The sight of the tiny Sokovian woman surrounded by blankets and tissues is honestly heartbreaking. Stepping over the scattered clothes across the floor you eventually make your way to her. Placing the plate of food down on her tray first before you climb into her bed, and simply pull her close.

"Sweet, sweet Wanda, what is this I hear about you not leaving your room?"

She burrows further into you, wrapping her arms tightly around your waist, and you just continue talking.

"That just won't do honey, you need to take care of yourself, and you can start by eating the pancakes I made you."

She nods in the negatory against your chest, you feel her tears soaking through your shirt, and her grip on you somehow tightens.

"Lovebug, I'm not going anywhere, I'm here for you, and apparently the entire team. I heard it's become quite a mess with me gone." You coo, running your hands through her hair, then lightly chuckle when you feel her nod in agreement against your chest.

You aided her shaky body into a seated position, then brought the plate over to her. Leaning against the headboard, you pressed play on the boxset of Bewitched you'd purchased her last Christmas, then spread your legs so that she could sit between them, and lean into you while eating her pancakes.

That night you'd gotten her to take a shower, then she even cuddled up to you on the couch during movie night with the entire team. When you'd gone to place her sleeping form down in her bed she clung to you, so you reluctantly stayed, attempting to apologize to Vision for the intrusion but he waved you off with an appreciative smile.

"Y/N, there's no need to apologize. I knew how much she loved you when we got together, it was a rather long talk actually. I'm not jealous, really, she deserves all the love she can find. I'm just grateful that you'd been able to get through to her... " He genuinely whispers, then places a kiss to her forehead before phasing out of the room.

See, helping Wanda out of her bed was easy, loving her in whatever capacity you were allowed to was honestly like second nature. Losing her once more within the span of forty eight hours though, was unexpected, and more so devastating for your already fragile heart.

•~~~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~~~•

"I missed you too Wands.." You relay, with a peck to the crown of her head as you move the both of you back to your feet.

Wanda reluctantly lets you go before moving back to Vision's side, leaving you to lock eyes with the original redhead.

Natasha... The other half of your heart, who's had and cherished the most intimate parts of you, while in turn sharing the barest of hers with you.

•~~~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~~~•

"Natasha Romanoff, and you are?" The Avenger asks, as she hasn't been able to pull her eyes off of you since the moment you'd entered the Stark party with Thor.

"Y/N, Goddess of Healing, daughter of Freyr, and cousin to Thor." You greet, taking Natasha's extended hand and lifting it to your lips to place a tender kiss to her knuckles.

She giggles at your elongated introduction, and internally celebrates that you're in fact Thor's cousin, and not his date.

"Well, Y/N, would you like to heal my broken heart?" She jests with a playful laugh to follow, your features immediately soften, and your hands hover over her chest.

"Your heart is definitely in pain, my powers can't heal that though, but maybe a hug can." You offer, immediately pulling her into your warm embrace, and the former assassin shockingly melts into it.

She's never been one for physical affection with strangers, but something about your innocence, and pure intentions thwarts her bodies natural hesitancy.

"Would you like to dance with me?"

Your question follows after you release her, and she happily accepts your extended hand. Natasha spins you around, beaming at the sight of your carefree smile, and she wonders what could come of this if she wasn't so afraid. Sure, you're a stranger, but as every minute passed she found she wanted that to be a statement of the past.

A slow song began to play over the speakers, and Natasha then pulled you closer to her. Hands on your hips guided you until you were flush against her, her lips were ghosting over yours, suddenly her plans for you were clouded by insatiable desire, and her lips promptly pressed against yours.

She giggled at your awestruck face as she pulled back from you, her hand linked to yours before she pulled your innocent form off to her room, excitement flooded her system at the prospects of bringing a pretty thing such as yourself to ruin.

—

Getting to know you was becoming her favorite past time, picking up on the tiniest of your quirks. Like, how you had to fold your napkins in thirds, or the way you'd only eat a sandwich if it was cut into triangles, or finding out that you hated coffee and would only drink it with a "pound" of sugar in it.

Observing you from afar led her to finding out that you were a very expressive person. Much like Thor, you'd talked with your hands, the gentleness in your words, and the way your face moved always kept her attention. Intimate moments with you always had her immensely aroused when you'd released the simplest of sounds, or your face contorted in pleasure.

Cuddling was another thing you loved that she found through a bit more than observation. You did it with just about anyone in the compound, but the way you cuddled her was always special. Never once did she allude to you that she enjoyed it, but if she was ever willing to be honest with herself, she'd admit to you that being within your embrace is something she craves. That whenever she sees you laying with another it makes her insanely jealous, but she can't do that, she has no right.

—

Casual, that's what she'd established your relationship as, even if all she wanted was to make you hers. It hurt at first, but having been alive for as long as you'd been, it wasn't all that hard for you to eventually accept it. Love had always evaded you, so for your heart to suddenly be drawn to two women who'd both thrown you the most mixed up signals was a bit alarming.

Natasha watched as Wanda's legs sprawled across your lap as everyone was settling in for movie night. The Sokovian had only just arrived but was stealing all your attention, and it was doing nothing but pissing her off.

"Careful, if you stare any harder you might burn a hole in little miss Sunshine's head."

Natasha lowly growled at Clint for even muttering a word to her when her anger was obviously justified. That was her spot, every movie night up until now she'd sit beside you, tease you relentlessly from beneath a blanket, then later that night she'd worship your body and 'accidentally' fall asleep beside you. Everyone in the compound knew that in unofficial terms, you were Natasha's, but Wanda seemingly didn't care enough to notice.

—

Natasha walked into the common room with a book and bowl of grapes in her hand having expected it to be empty, but instead she walked in to see you doing a backbend on a yoga mat. She smiled at the sight of your oblivious form, and at the light sound of the playlist she'd made you playing in the background.

"Taking up yoga now are we?"

Startled would be an understatement, as you shriek and collapse to the ground, groaning loudly as your back hit the mat.

"Natty..." You whine, and her giggles just further your pouting expression.

"What have I told you about being aware of your surroundings?" She tuts, then settled her items down before moving to straddle your grounded form.

"And here I thought you were going to help me up." You sarcastically quip with an exaggerated eye roll.

"Where's the fun in that dorogoy?" She asks with a devious smirk, and a playful jab to your ribs.

Your fixed glare in response would honestly be intimidating to most, but to her it's just adorable. She leans down to peck your lips, which you use to your benefit, hooking your legs around her and flipping the both of you over.

"Detka, be careful what you—."

You cut her warning off as you lift her shirt up and blow raspberries against her abdomen, tightening your thighs around her legs, and using your hands to hold her upper body down. Her squeals of enjoyment make your heart flutter, knowing that she's only ever really like this with you.

"You're going to pay for this..." She groans through her laughter, then before she can get the upper hand you distract her with a firm kiss, then jump up to run out of the room.

"I look forward to it." You teasingly shout before slamming your door shut and locking it.

Natasha smiles to herself as she regains her breath, then she takes off towards your room to make good on her promise.

—

Training with Wanda was grating on the Russian's nerves, since she'd almost always walk in with a wide smile on her face after spending her time with you beforehand. This time the girl was late, not just by sixty seconds either, but it'd been ten minutes she'd been left standing there.

Granted, Wanda wasn't actually late, she just wasn't early and to the assassin that was late. So she marched off in search of the two of you, watching in horror from the doorway as she kissed you. Natasha swiftly interrupted the moment, not even sparing you a glance because the last thing she wanted was to take her anger out on you. She'd instead settled on pummeling the witch in her training, no longer restraining herself, and thinking the most violent of thoughts knowing that the witch would be hearing them.

When she returned to the safety of her room though, all she could do was to break down as she thought about the prospects of you eventually moving on. Vowing right then and there that she'd work towards exclusivity with you, but by the time she'd wanted to broach the subject with you, you'd taken off with Thor.

—

Wanda and Natasha walked on eggshells around each other for the months that you were gone. Training had halted all together for the witch, and it showed on the Lagos mission. The moment Steve was in danger, Wanda was quick to save him, but without reigning in her emotions she'd tragically blown a floor of a building to smithereens.

Natasha truly felt bad for her, even attempted to pull her from the confines of her room, but it proved pointless as she didn't budge. Vision has the luxury of phasing through the walls, but even he couldn't pull her out of her funk. Finally, the Russian convinced Steve to call you, as you'd left him with your emergency contact information.

Selfishly she'd wanted you back, wanted to see you once more, and to confess to you her feelings, but it was not necessarily in the cards, because shit hit the fan not even a day after you'd returned.

— 🥵

"Natasha, let me come with!" You pleaded, but she just cupped your cheeks, and placed her forehead to yours while letting the proximity soothe her cracking heart.

"Oh detka, I so wish this was just a cute excursion, but I'm going to be on the run and I just can't do that to you."

"Nat, you wouldn't be doing anything to me.. Let me be there with you, we can be on the run together..."

Natasha wants to say yes, God does she want to, but she would never put you through that. She's lived many a life on the run, and she'd genuinely hate for your start together in life to be like this, it simply couldn't be.

"The world needs a hero Y/N/N, for now that's going to have to be you, and boy are they lucky... I promise I'll be alright, and that we'll be together again one day sweetheart..."

Natasha's time for escaping is limited, knowing all too well that Tony's already given her location up to Ross, but she's never been afraid of risk, and she won't let them stop her from saying a proper goodbye.

All too suddenly your rebuttal is silenced as her lips slam against yours, her hands making quick work of your clothes as she's gently moving your body to the bed. A bittersweet smile takes over her features as she recommits the entirety of your bare body to her memory. Anticipation distracts your mind long enough that you don't hear the snap of a camera, or see the slipping of a polaroid photo into her jeans pocket. Then a second later she's crawling atop you, smiling tenderly as her lips peck yours and begin to trail down your neck.

"Let me show you just how much you mean to me detka..." She mumbles against your collarbones, nipping and sucking harshly at your exposed skin, while her hand slides between your parted legs and her fingers run through your folds.

"Shit... If I wasn't pressed for time I'd simply cherish you for hours my sweetest girl, we'd make up for lost time..." She groans, while moving her mouth back up until her lips are hovering over yours again.

Timing it perfectly, smashing her lips to yours at the exact same moment that her fingers thrust into your pulsing entrance, perfectly catching the languid moan that bellows from your throat.

"Fuck, detka you're so tight." She groans into your mouth, and her pace increases as your walls seem to be doing their best to restrict her movements.

Sloshing sounds, and the smell of sex consume the space around you both, Natasha's sole focus is on just seeing you crumble beneath her one more time. Prayers die on her lips as she listens to your moans, the ones where she's pleading with the world that this won't be it, that this is just another bump in the road of your epic love story.

"You're so fucking hot when you're making all those beautiful noises for me..." She mutters, voice low and dripping with need, as she curls her fingers just right, desperate to see you come undone.

Scraping deliciously against your spongey walls, while her thumb works wonders against your bundle of nerves, successfully pushing you over into the edge of bliss. As your form writhes, and you splutter beneath her, she can't help but to admire your beauty as she hovers above you, and slowly thrusts into you to guide you through your high.

Sweat layers over your skin, glistening just right under her dimly lit room; the rise and fall of your chest moving in sync with your erratic breaths; lips swollen and eyes tightly shut as you work to regain your composure.

Natasha gently removes her fingers from you, groaning as she sees the fruits of her labor coating her fingers, and palm. Eventually, your eyes flutter open to meet hers, and the tenderness that lies beneath her own nearly cracks the suppressed floodgates open.

Natasha retains eye contact with you as she licks her palm clean, then sucks her fingers into her mouth, moaning loudly as your taste finally hits her.

"So sweet... So perfect..." She coos, then traces her pointer finger down your face before lightly gripping your chin, and pushing her lips back on yours for a sweet kiss.

"Until we meet again my beautiful angel..." She whispers into your ear, rising up to place a firm kiss to your temple, and then all too suddenly she's climbing out of the bed.

"Please, don't go alone, I could go with you..." You weakly plead in a final attempt, walls completely lowered, while your vulnerability is rising to the surface as you watch her moving towards the window.

"Ya lyublyu tebya." She sadly whispers while throwing her bag out before her, then she's climbing out of her bedroom window.

(I love you)

Tears stream down your cheeks as your exhausted, and broken form drifts in and out of sleep in her bed. Surrounded by the memories of your tumultuous string of affairs, her whispered confession continues to ring in your mind; the same one you'd waited all these years to hear, just for it to somehow break your heart instead and leave a bitter taste in your mouth.

•~~~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~~~•

"Nata—."

Your greeting is cut off as your face is forcefully pulled into her chest, and though she's silent, you know she's crying by the way your suit has a forming wet spot on your shoulder.

"I missed you so much detka..." She whispers against the shell of your ear, you tighten your hold on her to offer her the necessary support.

"And I you..." You coo, then place a kiss to her cheek, finding yourself rather shocked as she turns her face and passionately moves her lips against yours with no intentions of stopping.

Wanda's stomach twists at the sight, but she quickly shakes away the unjust bouts of jealousy, turning her attention back to the Captain who clears his throat once more. Natasha reluctantly releases her grip on you, and places one final peck to your lips before stepping to the side.

"Nice of you to join us." Steve teases, and you make your way over to his open arms.

"So, where were you? Figure anything out that could help us?"

Your mind works in overdrive to ensure Wanda's unable to hear your thoughts, but it doesn't matter all that much when Natasha's gaze fixes in on your sudden tensed state.

"Well, this is going to sound crazy, but Wanda needs to kill Vision." You start, but the Sokovian jumps to her feet, taking up a defensive stance before you can continue.

"That's not exactly what we were looking for Y/N." Steve sighs indignantly, and you steady yourself for the next part.

"Am I allowed to finish, or are we just assuming the worst now?" You groan, and Vision gently smiles your way.

"I told them Y/N, but they just don't seem to understand the bigger picture." He quietly states, clearly drained from the gnarly wound.

You place your hands over him, closing him up, but without draining too much of your power, leaving him still somewhat weakened.

"Oh no Vis, you won't be remaining dead, I'll just use my powers to heal you."

"Y/N, I'm not entirely sure that you'd have the ability to do so, it seems as if it would be too complex since I'm not entirely human." He states, and Bruce adds on:

"Yeah, he's a culmination of Tony, Jarvis, Ultron, and myself all seemingly powered by the mind stone, not exactly your normal flesh and bones."

"Please, do not question me on my own abilities as I am most aware of what I'm capable of." You bite back, unintentionally giving away your irritation, internally cringing at your inability to reel your emotions in.

"I'm not comfortable with it, seems far too unpredictable." Natasha suddenly says, making her way over to you, and protectively wrapping her arms around you.

"Yeah.. I'm with Natasha." Wanda meekly states, and judging by the red in her eyes she'd clearly tried to peer into your blocked off mind.

A long exhale is released from your mouth as you decide it's best to allow them the opportunity to try it their way. Pushing too hard in this moment will only further their suspicions, and if anyone knew the truth you know that they'd shut you down immediately.

"Fine, but if shit hits the fan, as it tends to to when we get together, then promise me that you'll follow my plan as a secondary option." You playfully plead, and the resounding sounds of 'yes' does wonders for the fear in your heart.

"It's settled then." Cap says before settling besides Sam.

Natasha pulls you down to sit beside her, with her head falling against your shoulder and you lay your head atop hers with closed eyes. Uneasiness seeps in your bones as you can feel eyes on you, and you open yours to see the couple both looking to you. Vision's all too knowing gaze locks with yours, and Wanda's worried one patiently waits for your eyes to meet hers.

"Excuse me." You abruptly say, standing to head off to the restroom, Natasha huffs as her body slightly falls, and the team watches you with worried expressions.

Once you enter the bathroom your overwhelming grief came flooding out of you, and you allowed yourself the moment to break.

"It's what's best..." You croak out, once again convincing yourself that the less they know, the better off they all are.

You stand from the toilet, lightly splashing your face with water, then return with a somber smile, taking your place besides Natasha once more.

"Sorry about that sweetheart..." You apologize, placing a chaste kiss to her lips, and Natasha's stomach twists uncomfortably at the salty remnants on your lips.

"Are you okay?"

"Peachy." You quip with an exaggerated wink, and nudge to her side and she just shakes her head at your actions before settling against you once more.

"I love the blonde..." You whisper, and notice the slight smirk on her face.

"I figured you would." She mutters, and your heart flutters as she lifts your arm over her shoulder and genuinely cuddles up to you.

This time your forward focused eyes lock on Wanda's, and if you're not mistaken, you can an almost see a sense of longing behind them before she shakes herself free of your gaze.

—

As expected, the battlefield is flooded with bloodthirsty aliens, and you're just patiently waiting for your time to come. For a moment it seemed everything was for not until you looked to the sky with an eye roll to follow. Thor, in all his eye patched glory, comes crashing down with a new weapon you can only assume was forged by Eitri.

"Nice entrance cousin." You tease while effortlessly slicing at an incoming alien's jugular, and he smirks your way before trodding forward with a raccoon, and tree trailing behind him.

"Well. At least I can say I've seen it all before I die." You bitterly muse before heading off to the prophesied rendezvous spot, and await Vision to come falling your way.

Without much time spared, Vision comes falling at record speed, fighting off an alien and you graciously step to the side to avoid being crushed. Then with one swift movement you're now swiping alien guts off of your sword.

"Y/N, whatever it is you're planning, there has to be another way..." Vis groans, and you smile sadly at the soon to be man, while helping him to his feet.

"We both know there isn't Vis, I saw what's coming, and if I'm not the one to end this, a lot more catastrophe is to follow..."

"They will be more than distraught, I'm not the best with understanding the complexities of human emotions, but I know you're cherished. I'm for sure more than a fan of your presence."

"I've lived many a millennia my dear friend, and it will always come with losses. Sadly, Wanda's no stranger to it, but yours will quite literally fracture her spirit, so if my sacrifice saves her even a sliver of pain then it's what's best. Also, I love you too buddy..."

Wanda makes her way over with the rest of your team hot on her trails, perplexed expression as she notices your hushed arguing with her partner, tragically a branch beneath her feet halts her from being able to listen in.

"There she is." You beam, then usher her over.

"We're out of time darling." Vision reluctantly goes along with the plan, and you nod from behind her in thanks.

A loud thundering comes from your right, and the speed at which you must move just increased tenfold.

"If this is going to work, everyone needs to be prepared to hold the titan off!" You command into the comms, and without fail the team begins to work tirelessly to do as such.

Natasha goes to run passed you, but suddenly squeals as she is pulled into your body for a brief, yet passionate kiss.

"Not that I'm complaining detka, but we're kinda mid battle." She breathes against your lips, a ghost of a smirk clearly present, and you lightly chuckle.

"Well, the kiss was for good luck." You relay, and she leans forward to kiss you once more.

"I love you Natty.." You whisper against her lips, she gasps lightly before pressing her lips firmly against yours in silent admittance, then she runs away from you with a wide smile.

You turn to see Wanda's powers are surging from her hands, using what appears to be all of her energy to blast a hole into the head of the man she loves. Trembling lip, accompanied by her shaking hands, is all you need to affirm your decision here. Vision's body hits the ground, and your movements are rather swift. Wrapping your arms around her waist, you pull her close, then gently place a kiss to her cheek.

"I love you Wands." You whisper before dropping to your knees, and shielding yourselves while focusing all of your energy on Vision's body, as you breathe your life into him.

Wanda's body is frozen as she let's your ominous confession wash over her. Immense rage consumes her as she understands that you're not coming home with her, and she turns to face the mad titan who'd finally arrived before her.

"You're taking everything from me!" She seethes, then begins throwing her energy balls at the man.

"It's for the best." He condescends while waving his hand around to turn them into nothing more than bubbles.

He clearly underestimated her determination though, as his words further fuel her rage. Then she swiftly throws him back, and the sheer force of her power renders his access to the stones rather useless.

Everything is fading into black rather quickly for you, but you persevere until you finally hear the man below you gasp. His eyes immediately line with tears as he sees your nearly lifeless eyes, then your body collapses and the protective sphere around you falls.

"No!" Vision shouts as he jumps to his knees and makes his way to your side, lightly shaking you but it's to no avail as you slowly blink, and your breaths remain shallow.

Wanda's focus drops from the titan as she turns to see you lying still beneath him, a broken sob falls from her and she collapses to the ground. The faint sounds of feet stomping the ground doesn't even seem to register in her mind as she begins to mourn your life.

"I understand your grief child." Thanos proclaims with a light grip to her head, then he raises his hand in an attempt to reconfigure the stone, but his attempts prove fruitless.

"What did you do?" He seethes, anger falling to you, lifting your nearly dead form from the ground he holds you up by your throat, and you weakly smile his way.

"Simply put, I rewrote history with my own life. In doing so I made the reversal of time, and the obtaining of the mind stone impossible... You'll never win Thanos, and you'll never be a God." You weakly monologue, coughing ensuing as he starts to squeeze what little life remained in you, but your body quickly falls, as Thanos's head rolls.

Wanda catches you with her powers, then scoots over to lay her head on your abdomen, while she just sobs her apologies against you. Natasha's hand clutches at her stomach as the nausea sets in, not understanding how she didn't register your whispered confession as a cheap attempt at a goodbye.

"No.. You can't go, we were just getting started Y/N/N, we have so much life left to live together... I spent so much time being scared, but I'm here now! I'm here... I-I love you too.. Please, I need you. Don't leave me..." She sobs, then places her tear stained lips to your cracked set, and you weakly pout to meet her kiss.

"I'll always be with you Natty... Surely we'll meet again my loves, find me in the afterlife..." You whisper against her face, with your limp hand falling atop Wanda's head as it falls from Nat's cheek.

The entirety of the people on the battlefield take a knee, and your closest teammates faces are shining with fresh hot tears. Vision's first to pull Wanda from you, and directly against his chest, and she desperately clings to him. Steve steps in a few minutes later to pull Natasha away, but her response is pure resistance, as she thrashes in his hold, and her pained screams just don't stop.

"No! I'm not leaving her! Put me down Rogers! She needs me... Please! This can't be it for us!"

Thor approaches you last, cupping your average sized face between his monster sized hands, and he just takes a moment to silently cry before he scoops your limp body up to place down in the jet.

"Always had to be the best of us didn't you little one... Please say hello to Loki for me..." He chokes out, then works to pull himself together as he enters the eerily quiet jet.

—

Tony's booming voice is heard in the common room as he's shouting praises, followed by the wizard, and your precious Spiderling.

"Why so glum, did we not just win?" He beams, looking around the room as he naturally takes a silent roll call.

"Where's the walking hospital?"

The continued silence, and sight of Natasha is more of an answer than any words would've been, and he stumbles backwards as it hits him.

"Y/N's—, she—, you said it was the only way!" He shouts, while jabbing his pointer finger into the sorcerer's chest, while Peter's now sobbing form gets pulled into Natasha's embrace.

"I can assure you all, this isn't how it was meant to go... None of the timelines I saw ever included the one you speak of as Y/N. My handing over of the time stone was pivotal to defeating Thanos in the long run, and let's not forget, saving you from an untimely death."

"You, you just gave him the time stone?!" Wanda growls, hands immediately encased in a layer of red as she stands to face the outsider, and no one's making a move to stop her, not even Vision.

"Sir, it appears that Y/N had sent me an encrypted file, I've worked through the codes to see it's a video, would you like me to play it?" Friday cuts through, timing rather perfectly, as if she'd just been sitting on the file while she waited for a tumultuous moment.

"Play it." Natasha immediately croaks out, shocking the entire room as she'd been eerily silent since Steve had to carry her off the jet.

"As you wish Miss Romanoff."

—

"Ello there my darlings... You're all currently sat in the jet unaware of what's to come, well most of you... I'm certain a couple of you've figured it out. Anywho, this is my final bouts of wisdom, so listen up. All of you've done your job, so if you wish to retire, do it. I'm actually begging you to, your bodies are aging, at this rate you're going you'll all have arthritis soon, and I'm not there to heal you..."

"Now, Tony, please congratulate Pepper for me on the bundle of joy. Oh yeah, spoiler alert, you're going to be a dad! Kiss that pretty baby on the cheeks for me, and hold them close. Thanks for allowing me a place to stay, and affording me my found family, and for playing the part of annoying brother so well."

"Steve, Buck—Confess your love for one another, and go live a life you were always meant to. I know a thing or two about unrequited love, and it's absolutely insane for you two to continue on the way you are."

"Peter, I love you, go be great kid... Just please learn a lesson from the rest of us, and don't let the superhero gig hold you back from living a fulfilling life. Protect your innocence, and love with everything in you."

"Thor, my beautiful man-child of a cousin. You've more than paid your dues, so please, pass on the title to Valkyrie, and set off on a journey of discovery. You're more than the hero you'd been prophesied to be, find a new purpose, and live for me please. Also, yes, I'll tell Loki you said hi."

"Wanda, we never got our chance to shine together—I hold no regrets, because yours and Vision's love story is truly one for the books. Love is hard to come by, and just being able to feel it has the power to be enough for some of us, I promise loving you was one of the greatest joys of my life. Seeing you smile was always enough, and I'm hopeful that in due time your smile will burn just as brightly as it once did.... Vision, take care of our girl, and thank you for never holding my love for her against me, it was truly an honor to know you."

"Natasha, my first ever Earthly friend, whom I'd initially mistaken for an angel—rightfully so too, because that's what you truly are. Your beauty knows no bounds, and your heart, though you won't agree, is as pure as can be. Most importantly to me though Natasha, is that you're the derzhatel' moyego serdtsa.

—

Ty pokazal mne zhizn', dostoynuyu zhizni, Net. Khotya ty byl napugan, ty vse zhe pozvolil mne lyubit' tebya, i ya khochu poblagodarit' tebya. Lyubit' tebya, dazhe izdaleka, sdelalo menya samym schastlivym, kakim ya kogda-libo byl, i ya prozhil dovol'no dolgoye vremya, milaya devochka. Bud'te schastlivy, potomu chto vy etogo dostoyny.

Vse v poryadke, milaya. Vy svobodny i zasluzhivayete togo, chtoby byt'. YA tebya lyublyu. Be great, and please tell Yelena I'm sorry I never got to meet her..."

(... holder of my heart. —

You showed me a life worth living Nat. Though you were scared, you still allowed me to love you, and I want to thank you. Loving you, even from afar, made me the happiest I've ever been, and I've lived quite a long time sweet girl. Be happy, because you deserve it.

It's okay sweetheart. You're free, and deserve to be. I love you.)

I'm not going to tell you guys what I saw, that would just be unfair to burden any of your souls with the guilt, because in the end this was my choice, and my sacrifice to make. Just know it was so much bigger than Vision, your sorcerer friend knows what I'm talking about. Until we meet again my compadres, take care of yourselves, and please remember, you all deserve to be happy!

Tata for now...

You finish your video off with a tip of your invisible hat, a kiss blown, and a trail of tears wiped away.

—

Not a face in the room was dry as the video had concluded, and slowly the occupants of the room filtered out on their journeys to grieve.

That same night Natasha stumbles into your room with a bottle of vodka in her hand, and she's slightly startled—not shocked—at the sight of Wanda's slumped form sat upon your bed.

"I-I can go if you want." Wanda stutters, but Natasha just waves her off, instead of replying she simply passes over the bottle and Wanda immediately takes a swig.

As she violently coughs, having never been much of a drinker, she can't help but to bittersweetly imagine your laughing form there to mock her. Curiously, she observes the stumbling woman stood before her. Natasha stands on her tippy toes, having to do so since you'd apparently placed your hoodies out of reach. Sloppily she tosses one over to the witch, before slipping herself into your most used one, and she chokes back a sob as your scent surrounds her.

Wanda graciously throws it over her body as she closes her eyes, vividly imagining your warm embrace, and crying once more. Honestly, she's not even sure if it's been long enough since her last set of tears to classify this as a repeat offense instead of just a continuing one.

"I loved her so much..." Natasha whispers over their collective sobs into the otherwise silent room.

Wanda's hand immediately moves across the bed to link with hers, and squeezes it tightly. They might've always been at odds over you, but in the end they both loved you to no end. Wholeheartedly so, and in a moment like this there's no more rivalry, just a shared grief.

"Me too Nat, she was truly the best of us, just a perfect culmination of all that was right in the world, and she somehow loved me..." Wanda chokes out, as her sobs just seemingly intensify.

"She loved us enough to give her life up... I cornered the wizard before he left, turns out I was going to die, Tony too, and you were going to lose your entire mind..."

"Bold of her to assume I wouldn't lose it over her..."

"I just want to go back, to be selfish and say yes, and let her come with me on the run... I came home excited to finally have my chance with her, and now I've lost it once again."

"Tell me about it... I got to experience an everlasting love, while she just got left behind. I'm grateful she saved Vis, but part of me wishes she'd just been selfish just this once..."

Natasha hums in agreement, no longer able to contain the entirety of her emotions, and Wanda's quick to follow in her lead. So, the redheads cry themselves to sleep while wrapped up in your hoodies, hands securely intertwined, and a shared dream of just being able to see you again.

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thisisarcanereverie · 3 years ago

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Something ‘Bout You (Biker Natasha x Reader) Chapter 1

A/N: Hey this is a new series! I’ve been meaning to write something for her for a while now so here ya go enjoy!

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SUMMARY: After Wanda announces her engagement a familiar face returns into your life.

“(Y/n)!”

You heard the familiar chime of the doorbell and the familiar excited voice of your friend fill the relatively empty store. You whipped your head to her just in time to see her barrelling toward you and captured you in a bone crushing hug.

“Whoa there Wands,” You said as you returned the hug, “did something happen or are you just that happy to see me?”

Wanda quickly released you from her vice grip, “oh nothing much happened,” Wanda paused before holding up her left hand, “except this.” On her left hand on her ring finger sat a beautiful vintage ring.

“Oh my god!” You exclaim smiling as you grab her hand to get a closer look at the ring, it was simple in design but it really suited Wanda. ‘When did this happen?!”

“Last night,” Wanda reveals happily her smile never deterring, “Vis and I were watching reruns of the Dick Van Dyke Show, I told him how Mary’s ring was beautiful and next thing I know he asks ‘is it as beautiful as this ring’ next thing I know he’s down on one knee with the ring in his hand asking me to marry him.”

“I’m so happy for you and Vis.” You congrat Wanda as you and her continue to talk about her engagement for a few more minutes.

“Actually Vis and I were planning on going to the city tonight to celebrate, are you busy?” Wanda asks. You take a quick look at your calendar finding nothing but closing the store on the agenda for tonight.

“Nope,” You respond, “just have to close the store.”

“Close early and Vis and I will pick you up,” Wanda said, “We’re bringing Pietro, Steve, Bucky, and Monica with us.”

You hesitate for a bit, but you take one look into Wanda’s pleading eyes, the same eyes that have gotten you into more than your fair share of trouble since highschool, next thing you know you’re nodding your head in agreement.

Wanda lets out a small squeal before enveloping you once again in a small hug before saying goodbye and that Pietro will pick you up by seven.

As you continue about your day, stacking books and working the register you start to wonder when the last time you actually had a date was.

During the slow rush you decide to check your calendar again. You flip through each page until finally you land three months prior where you had plans to meet up with the local coffee barista at some bar you can’t remember the name of. What you do remember is that the date ended with you buying a half quart of ice cream and watching reruns of Gilmore Girls.

You check the clock and check the store to find it empty. You decide now would probably be a good time to close and to start getting ready for the night in the city with Wanda and the rest.

You turn the sign on the door to ‘closed’ and push all thoughts of dating to the back of your mind.

---

You had just slipped your shoes on when you heard Pietro knock on your door in the familiar pattern he’s done since high-school.

You answer the door to reveal Pietro. You always thought he had looked handsome in that mischievous way. But when he wears that white button up and slacks with his hair gelled back he is a special type of handsome.

“Well damn don’t we look fancy tonight?” You say as Pietro noticeably checks you out in the same appreciation. You did a small turn in your black dress that fell just mid thigh.

“And you don’t look too bad yourself Princeza,” Pietro said as he offered his arm in an overdramatic gentlemanly style. Which you responded in kind, laughing slightly as you made sure to lock the door behind you before finally heading out.

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You were back in your parents backyard, sitting in that hammock with a book in your hands. Nancy Drew had wormed her way into eleven year old you’s heart, with all of her adventures and detective skills.

Just as you were about to reach the climax of the book you heard a familiar voice.

“Whatcha reading today?” You look away from the book and spot a familiar blue haired girl the same age. She was the neighbor that moved in about three years ago, Natasha, who quickly became your best friend.

“Nancy Drew,”

“Again?”

“There’s more than one Natty.” You responded, next thing you know the book is lifted from your hands and Natasha is hovering over you with the book in her hands.

“Naaat.” You whine as you try to reach for the book only to have her expertly move it away from you.

“C’mon,” Natasha says as she makes her way to the bushes separating your yard and hers, “adventure awaits.”

You struggle a little as you make your way out of your hammock and through the lush bushes to Natasha who slips through the crack in between.

“Nat,” you warn lightly.

“I promise I’ll give you the book back,” Natasha promises, “but first we go on an adventure! Grab your bike and meet me out front!”

“Where exactly is this adventure?”

“Just grab your bike, chatty cathy!”

You hear her footsteps rush over to her bike as you rush to yours.

By the time you let your parents know you’ll be riding your bike and get to the front of your house Natasha is already waiting for you.

Together you both rode your bikes until finally settling on a clearing near the local park. There was this big oak tree and in front of it a huge rock as well covered in green moss.

For a while both you and Natasha played by either climbing on the rock and proclaiming yourselves rulers of the land, climbing the tree, playing pretend in the most kid way possible.

However you would catch glimpses sometimes, you didn’t know what, but it made you worry for her. Like how sad she looked, or scared.

Finally, after being worn out by playing you both lay on the grass beneath you and watch as the fireflies began to dance around the big oak looking like thousands of moving stars.

You were enjoying the bit of peace and silence when you felt her hand hold yours. You look over and see the blue haired girl still staring at the millions of fireflies with a smile on her lips.

“Thank you for being my best friend.” She said gently as you looked away from her and continued watching the fireflies dance, until the sun finally set and it was time to go home.

She never did give that book back.

---

“Princeza, we're here.” You hear the familiar accented voice say. You slowly open your groggy eyes to see the glittering lights of the city.

“How long was I out?”

“An hour.”

“So the whole car ride,” You say, you could see Pietro nod from the driver's side, “I’m sorry.”

“What for?”

“I was asleep the whole car ride, you were probably bored.”

“No, I wasn’t bored,” Pietro said, “I know you haven’t been sleeping much because of the store.”

Here it comes.

“You need to start working less Princeza,” Pietro continued concerned, “you spend all your waking hours at the store, tending to your books, and life is going to pass you by.”

“Pietro-”

“I don’t mean to be harsh or rude,” Pietro quickly added, “it’s just I see you all the time at the store and nowhere else lately. I get that the store is demanding, but just try to make some time for yourself. Promise me?”

You look at him and can’t refuse.

“I promise.”

You can start relaxing tonight.

---

You came to quickly realize that clubbing really wasn’t your thing.

A pile of random sweaty bodies ground on each other on the dance floor to music that hurt your eardrums.

It wasn’t that you were judging anyone for liking this atmosphere, it just wasn’t your cup of tea, you preferred to stay on the sidelines and watch your friends dance.

And the full bar proved that you weren’t the only one.

You had looked away for a second to order a beer when you spotted someone familiar.

It was dark save for the flickering lights that illuminated her every once in a while. You couldn’t place where you knew her but you knew that you knew her. It was in the way she walked with a certain grace and her eyes were sharp enough to cut through you and you imagined her tongue was the same way.

She must have noticed you staring because the next thing you know she’s staring right at you. Your eyes lock and that’s when it hits you.

You didn’t recognize her without her blue hair.

Natasha.

You panic and turn back to the bar to order that beer you were going to order about five minutes ago. You mentally beat yourself up, if you didn’t look like a creep before you definitely did now.

You were so busy mentally assaulting yourself that you didn’t notice the redhead sauntering her way to you and sit on the empty barstool next to you.

“Well if it isn’t Nancy Drew.”

You turn your head and see Natasha there beside you. Her hair was shoulder length and no longer blue. Now her hair was it’s natural elegant red color, her blue eyes sharper than you remember as well as her cheekbones. You noticed hints of tattoos peeking out from the collar and sleeve of her leather coat.

“You never did return that book.”

You both couldn’t help the laugh that erupted. Even though it’s been years somehow it almost feels like no time has passed.

Almost.

“So what’ve you been up to?” Natasha asked, “still into books?”

“Uh yeah,” You confirm, “I actually own a bookshop back home.”

You see Natasha smile from ear to ear before taking a sip of what was your beer now it seems to be adopted by Natasha.

“That’s so you,” Natasha said before taking another sip from the beer bottle.

“Well what about you?” You ask, “what have you been up to?”

You could see the hesitancy in Natasha’s face, just as she was about to answer, however you see a light brown haired male come up beside her.

“Hey Nat, I hate to interrupt but we got a Budapest situation over here.” Natasha swerved her attention to where he pointed at the blonde who was obviously drunk off her ass putting a six foot tall man into a choke hold. Which you had to admire and be impressed at.

“I guess that’s my cue Nancy Drew,” Natasha said as she took one last sip from the beer bottle before abandoning it. As she was making her way through the crowd but before she got too far you saw her turn around.

“What was the name of your bookstore again, Nancy Drew?!” She yelled over the crowd.

“Oh-um- Summertime Stories!” You call out, you catch a glimpse of something in her eyes before it disappears.

“I’ll see ya soon Nancy Drew!”

Oh how right she was.

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chaotic-simping · 3 years ago

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REQUEST GUIDELINES/FANDOM LIST:

last update: 03.01.2022 2nd August, 2022 14th November, 2022 1st April, 2024

If you want to request something pls give me some more or less specific ideas or a few prompts (link for prompt list).

I'll automatically do platonic relationship and they/them pronouns if it's not specified.

Also, english isn't my first language you've been warned.

What I don't take requests for:

Stuff i might write if im in the mood but probably won't ( There are always going on be warnings ofc)

smut

suggestive stuff

toxic relationships (might appear in a criminal minds fic or something like that, never romantizised)

darkfics

arguments

enemies to lovers

What I don't write in general:

romantizised toxic relationships

rape, incest, pedophilia, age gap (teacher/student as well) etc.

romance for characters under 14 y/o

male reader x lesbian character or female reader x gay character

about poc/trans/mlm struggles - they are obviously very very real but i am white and sapphic (not saying i won't write about characters that are any of these things, i'll do my best to make the reader gender, race, body size etc inclusive.)

What I write:

Character(s) x reader

Gender Neutral/Non-binary!, Female!, Male!reader. Obv gender ≠ pronouns but it's th

Mixed pronouns (ex. they/she), THEORETICALLY neo pronouns?

Background ships

AUs (SOULMATES!!!)

Crossovers (read fandom list)

Platonic, romantic, unspecified or familial relationship

Fandoms/characters:

Star Wars:

Romantic: Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala, young!Obi-wan,

Ahsoka Tano, Asajj Ventress, Bariss Offi, Rex, Echo, Fives,

Cal Kestis,

Kanan Jarrus, Hera Syndylla, Sabine Wren,

Jyn Erso, Cassian Andor,

Din Djarin, Fenec Shnad,

Rey Skywalker, Finn

+more

Platonic: Everyone above, Obi-wan Kenobi, The Bad Batch, The ghost crew, Grogu,

Won't write: Ben Solo/Kylo Ren, Hux

Ships: Anidala, Barrisoka, Kanera, Finnpoe

Knowledge: All movies, almost all shows/cartoons (except Resistance), books - Master and apprentice, games - started JFO and (barley) SWTOR

Marvel:

Romantic: Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, Hobie Brown, Peter Parker, Natasha Romanov, Wanda Maximoff, Kate Bishop

Platonic: Everyone above, Peter B Parker, Yelena Belova,

Stranger things:

Romantic: Robin Buckley, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler, Max Mayfield (s4!), Lucas Sinclair (s4!), Chrissy Cunningham, Barbara Holland rip, Jonathan Byers, Eddie Munson + more

Platonic: Everyone above, Max (all seasons), Lucas (all seasons), Will Byers, Dustin Henderson, El Hopper, Erica Sinclair, Joyce Byers, Jim Hopper, Murray Bauman, Alexei Smirnoff, Dmitri 'Enzo' Antonov, Yuri Ismailov,

Won't write: Billy

Ships: Jopper, Lumax, Elmax, Ronance, Robin/Vickie, Steddie

Knowledge: up to season 4, none books

Arcane:

Romantic: Vi, Jinx, Ekko,

Platonic: Everyone above, almost everyone else

Ships: CaitVi

Knowledge: season 1

Avatar: the last air bender

Please include if you want the reader to be a bender (and what kind) or not

R: Zuko, Suki, Sokka, +more

P: Everyone above, the gaang, Iroh,

Ships: Suki/Sokka, Zukka,

Knowledge: All seasons, almost all comics, live action

The legend of Korra:

R/P: Most characters

Won't write: Kuvira

Ships: Korrasami,

Knowledge: All seasons, all comics

The Dragon Prince:

R: Claudia, Rayla, Soren, Corvus

P: Everyone above, Ezran, Callum, Amaya, Harrow, Gren,

Ships: All canon ships, Sorvus

Knowledge: up to season 4

Sherlock Holmes:

BBC:

R/P: Most characters

Ships: Johnlock, Mystrade,

Enola Holmes:

R/P: Enola,

Criminal minds:

R/P: Elle Greenway, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss

Knowledge: Watching season 6

Heartstopper:

R/P: Most characters, comic or show.

Won't write: Harry and Ben.

Ships: All canon ships; Imogen x me😍 /hj

Knowledge: Comic: 7-13; show: season 1

The Blacklist:

R: Elizabeth Keen, Donald Ressler, Aram Mojtabai, Alina Park,

P: Everyone above, Harold Cooper, Tom Keen, Raymond Redington, Dembe Zuma, Kate Kaplan, Agnes Keen

Knowledge: Season 9

#star wars x reader #star wars imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #arcane x reader #heartstopper imagine #heartstopper x reader #robin buckley x reader #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #nancy wheeler x reader #joyce byers x reader #elle greenaway x reader

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seriouslyblacklikemysoul · 2 years ago

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Ancient Dreams in a Modern Land - Bucky Barnes x Reader

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Part IX. One.

There was something ominous in the weather. Dark clouds had covered the usually blue sky of Vienna. The cold air felt like razors on his face. He had one thing on his mind. You. It was torturous; he knew that you would be the saddest part of him, you were still the oxygen he needed and if he couldn’t save you, he really didn’t have anything more to hope for. The only thing keeping him from letting go was the thought of you in his arms. He hated everything about this; you had been sent to an older and very much dead version of him – which you did like, he couldn’t lie about that, he was there, the receiver of your affection. He didn’t know back then, but he understood why you were reserved, and he had figured out who the man of many wars was. He knew though, that you wouldn’t stay as long as you had if you hadn’t liked him. No matter how many times you had told him and reassure him of your thoughts, he knew that that version of him could offer you something he could never. Stability, hope, peace, a family. He was never convinced that you were truly happy with this broken version of him. He had every reason to, since not a day went by without you telling him, but he also had every reason not to. He knew who he was. Maybe he has fooled you and you saw him through rose-tinted glasses, but he knew he was broken, fucked up and not a great influence. He knew he was the reason you were under Faustus captivity, and he knew that everything you went through were his fault. He should leave you alone, his mind screamed but his selfish heart was pretending to be preoccupied to listen to reason. He didn’t want to. He wanted the selfish, narcissistic, egocentric feeling. You had been the only light in his darkness and he would not forgive himself for this. Having observed Faustus for over a week, he knew he had him. He wanted to do this all alone, but thinking about the possibility of him not succeeding in getting you out, he had called for backup. Backup that really cared about you as well. He wouldn’t jeopardize your life again, just for him to be okay that he saved you. No, that kind of pride was stupid. Faustus walked towards the side door of Schönbrunn Castle, which was closed to the public every Tuesday, unlike today, a cloudy Friday. Bucky’s mind was racing. Had he really been keeping you there all this time? Then again, if he wanted to hide something valuable, he too, would hide in plane sight. You had been under their noses all this time… all those months. He would probably never forgive himself. He hated the fact that he was using the things HYDRA had made him do. All those years, mutilated into a weapon, a killer… a monster. A monster you had never believed he was, a man you had thought of as perfect. And now, what would he find inside that place? What had they done to you? Had they tortured you, had they turned you into a soldier? Too many questions were left unanswered. He waited in line to get inside. His glasses were tinted, and his jacket was covering his arms, while a beanie left no traces of hair. He wasn’t as noticeable as Steve or Tony, or even Natasha. He could very easily blend in with the crowd, making himself as unthreatening as he could, as small as he was able to. The tour was about to start and he had his ticket. It wasn’t the plan he wanted but it was probably the one that would get you out the safest. Everyone was in position. Steve and Tony were waiting right next to the side exits, while Natasha and Wanda had the back doors covered. Pietro was obviously the one who would run around the place, making sure no one left. Clint was a bit further away along with many Shield agents, ready to get Faustus and his group of friends, as well as provide a safe and fast way out. Bucky walked inside the place, amazed by its architecture but also by the very disturbing fact that Faustus tortured you right underneath and no one seemed to know or care. “The history of Schönbrunn and the buildings that previously stood on this site dates back to the Middle Ages. From the beginning of the fourteenth century, the estate as a whole bore the name of Katterburg and belonged to the manor of the abbey at Klosterneuburg. The estate boasted a corn-mill together with an arable farm and vineyards. Over the following centuries numerous lessees are documented, including a reference in 1548 to one Hermann Bayer, mayor of Vienna, who extended the property, transforming it into a substantial country estate. In 1569 the estate came into Habsburg possession through Maximilian II, and according to the title deeds included a house, a watermill and stabling as well as a pleasure garden and an orchard. He also, tended to the underground floor, the earlier version of this palace that had remained after the Roman ruins. Unfortunately, it remains closed due to renovations. Moving on” the guide informed the audience but Bucky only focused during the last part. You were right beneath his feet. During the tour, Bucky quietly slipped away, ready to offer the bathroom excuse. Not many people were guarding the palace, but of course, he knew immediately, that when he approached the entrance to the closed floor, a couple of them would appear. “Turning left and approaching entrance. Guarded. I am ready” he informed the others through the little thing in his ear. He did take a left turn and found the doors; locked and requiring face recognition. A guard stopped him. His English could have fooled someone who hadn’t spent that much time training in Russian. But not Bucky. “I’m sorry. It’s closed to the public. Renovations” the guard offered but it was not all that friendly. Bucky nodded and excused himself. Pretending to turn away, he called a low “now” and in mere seconds, Steve and Tony were blasting the door open, while Bucky knocked out the guard. More than twelve soldiers appeared and tried to stop them, but he didn’t care. He just pushed them towards Steve and Tony, while he run further down the corridor. He wasn’t paying any attention to the place, he was just looking for you. Too many doors, too many soldiers but no one of them moved. That made him freeze and swallow with difficulty. If they weren’t chasing them, they weren’t afraid of them. Moments later, Steve and Tony were standing right next to him, all wondering the same thing. If they weren’t afraid of them, who were they afraid of? Faustus came out of a room. He didn’t seem surprised or worried. No, no. Bucky was trying to remain calm. No, he wouldn’t jump to conclusions. He even smiled at them. “Greetings, friends. Welcome, welcome. I trust my men didn’t give you a hard time, seeing all of you still alive” he remarked. Tony wanted to answer in the same manner, but thankfully, one look from Steve, and he stopped. Bucky wouldn’t be able to stop, if he started punching him. Bucky didn’t know what to think. Faustus knew that. “Where is she?” it was the only thing Bucky could ask. There was nothing else that mattered. Faustus smiled, but it was deeply ironic and asserting. He knew that you had been stained by whatever that man had put you through, of course he knew. How could he not? “Of course. Follow me”. Faustus answered. Steve and Tony understood that it would be a trap, but they couldn’t convince Bucky. He got it too, he wasn’t stupid. But he needed to see you. He had to. Faustus entered a room. A prison cell, really, with a two-way mirror and a chair. Bucky was repulsed and nauseous. He couldn’t register the other two men walking inside as well. His eyes fell on the separator. It was dark and he didn’t want to see what was on the other room. He couldn’t. No one was making a move, because they knew that he had probably predicted everything. Further risking your life was simply out of the question. For now. “Every person's heart is unique. If you break someone's heart, you become the sole individual who has done so. Of course, others might break it later too, but a heart never quite repairs and while two cracks can be alike, they are never wholly the same. I, admittedly, delight in the poetic cruelty of that. Isn't it so satisfying? To be the person who has both owned and shattered something so delicate and extraordinary. If you claim you don't feel thrilled by that thought, you are lying to yourself. There is nothing comparable to the exhilaration of knowing you have so much power over a person only by owning a tiny part of their being. It is intoxicating - the understanding that in your fist rests something made of such fine matter and just by squeezing a little you can make another person dance for you like a puppet on a string. And if you squeeze too hard suddenly that fragile thing you are holding bursts into bits as sharp as diamonds. All at once your hands are bloodied, as red as that piece of another's being that was entrusted upon you, reminding you of the destruction you have caused. And if you are smart, you will put back the pieces of that broken heart, glue them together with your blood, so that you can keep owning that most precious fragment of someone, and keep squeezing, and twisting, and breaking. A heart, broken so many times by your hand, will find itself always thinking of you since it has been so soaked in your blood and has grown so used to your hand that the thought of another holding it will never seem right. And thus, you become the sole owner of a unique relic that no one has or will ever possess, aside from you, at least not as fully. It is brutal, true, but aren't the most beautiful things in the world a product of human malice? That is perhaps the cruelest irony of life” Faustus went on and the only thing Bucky could think was how he had failed at everything. Risking your entire life, existence. Putting you in danger… No one hated him as much as he hated himself.

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atlas-of-the-universe · 4 years ago

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Home (Sequel to Vision’s Powers)

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There was actually a lot that could have gone better in the situation you were in. You could have moved your feet a little quicker or maybe steadied your breathing so help your balance; but to your dismay, it proved useless. While Bucky swung unimaginably hard fists at the punching bag a few feet away from you, Natasha took you by surprise once again, knocking you off of your feet and onto the mat with a hardy slap. Your back hit the floor and sent a wave of discomfort through you. You were sweaty, thirsty, and worst of all, you were getting frustrated with the work that you were doing. Once again, you and Natasha had decided to stay late to practice your training. The consistent thwacks to the poor punching bad to the left of you echoed in the room. Bucky was barely breaking a sweat.

When your head hit the mat again, you let out a hardy groan and turned your head upwards to face Natasha. She had a light gleam of sweat around her face, but she still looked stunning. The black t-shirt she was wearing clung to her skin and her grey shorts dangled from her hips. Had it been any other situation, you may have been able to admire how she looked and how effortlessly she landed her punches and attacks. Alas, your line of sight was blurred from your eyelashes catching your sweat. It may have been a signal to stop, but your determination was a force to be reckoned with. You knew that Nat was able to see that, so you also knew she was just pushing as hard as you were willing to go. Even so, a break wouldn’t have killed you.

“Always keep your eyes on your opponent,” Nat stated. “Never look away.” Nat offered you her hand to get up and you took it. As she pulled you off the ground, you grimaced at a new pain in your lower back and groaned standing up. She dusted you off and gave you a once over before nodding. “You okay?”

You nodded and reached around to hold the lower portion of your back. “Yeah, I think I probably pulled something. I’ll be fine, but do you think we can take a but of a break for now? I should probably put some ice on this so I can be better by tomorrow.”

Natasha’s eyes furrowed and she gestured to your back. “Do you want me to take a look?” She asked. She looked concerned.

“If you could, I’d appreciate it,” You said and turned your back to her.

Nat gingerly took ahold of the back of your shirt and lifted it up. It was a little nerve-wracking, feeling her small movements, especially facing away from her. Even so, you had been through the same situation a week prior to this with Vision. Perhaps you were getting more comfortable being the newest Avenger, and the team was finally beginning to see you as an equal. With that thought in mind, you made a note of the fact that Natasha had offered to do this herself; you didn’t even really have to ask. That must show some amount of trust if she’s checking you for injuries. She placed a palm on the small of your back and pushed lightly. It didn’t hurt, but it didn’t feel comfortable. Your breathing hitched and you controlled a sigh.

“Does that hurt?” She asked.

You shook your head and chuckled. “It doesn’t feel great.”

She hummed a bit and placed her hand on your side. It was a shocking feeling at first, and if you were honest, reminded you a little too much of the Vision situation that unfolded last week. She pushed her hand into your side and her fingers curled a bit. Of course you didn’t mean to, but you jumped and let out a surprised noise.

“Sorry,” Natasha said. “Just had to see for myself.”

She must have been talking about your pain, right? You smiled and pulled down your shirt, turning to face her. She had a small smirk on her lips, but she looked more curious than devious. “See my pain?” You joked, trying to feign some sort of innocence in hope that she hadn’t figured out your little weakness. “That’s a bit sadistic of you, Nat.”

You heard Bucky chuckle to the left of you. He never missed a beat with his punches, so you decided to stay about fifteen feet out of range of the wildly swinging punching bag. Nat glanced over at him but redirected her attention to you. “Tony mentioned yesterday at the monthly debrief that you and Vision had worked on an experiment together,” She said. “Remind me to tell Tony that it’s time to include you in those meetings. It’s only fair.”

Your heart dropped. You had known that of anyone, Tony would have been the one to tell. He was just that petty. To be honest, the fear of them finding out had slipped your mind until now. You knew that Vision knew (obviously) and so did Tony, but when you asked Tony not to tell, it would have been hard enough to keep that a secret for him. Tony loved to have his fun at the tower, especially if there wasn’t some world-wide-threatening catastrophe in place. However, with a “weakness” of the sort, you felt as though you couldn’t afford to have the rest of the Avengers know about something as childish as that. Even so, you noticed that Natasha didn’t say anything. There was still a chance that, maybe, by the grace of the Gods, just maybe he hadn’t told them. You made sure not to keep that hope to close to you. It was unlikely.

You chuckled nervously. “Yeah, they needed help,” You said. It was inconspicuous enough.

Nat chuckled and wiped off dust from the sides of your arms before giving you a look-over. Besides your hunched stance because of the discomfort in your back, you looked fine. Sweaty, but fine. “Don’t worry about it too much. Everyone has something that can knock them back a few pegs,” Natasha teased. She winked at you and folded her arms. You felt your heart sink once again. Guess Tony told them after all. “Besides, it’s cute. Actually, if we wanted to use it during your training to help you build up a tolerance to it, we could.”

Of course, Nat was all business and little play. Her and you had a very close bond and you knew that she wasn’t someone to push past a friend’s comfort-zone. You appreciated it but chuckled nonetheless and shook your head. “So, I guess everyone knows at this point?” You asked.

“Yeah,” She said chuckling. “Pretty much.”

Shit.

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After your training with Natasha, you decided to go back to your room to hopefully shower and relax. Your arms and legs were sticky with dried sweat, and you felt completely exhausted. As much as you loved working with Nat, you knew that she tended to push you to your limit. It was necessary, but it still left you feeling drained.

You threw your bag of equipment to the side of your bed and collapsed into your sheets. You planned to stay there for a few minutes before going to shower; if you spent any more time on your feet, you were sure that you’d probably end up falling in the shower. That is certainly the last thing you needed now that your secret was out to the rest of the team. Fucking Tony. You groaned at the thought and rolled over to face the ceiling of your room with your arm draped over your eyes. Okay, so they know your secret. Now what? You stumbled through possible reactions and encounters that could take place because of it. You didn’t think they’d kick you off the team because of it, but it was still embarrassing and, to you, felt a little unbecoming of a superhero. Were you considered a super-hero at this point? Were superheroes ticklish? You chuckled at the thought and tried to imagine the big and mighty Thor rolling on the floor laughing with glee. It was a little ridiculous, but it made you giggle.

About an hour had passed since you had gotten to your room. You finally managed to get up and take a shower and resumed your original position of lying on your bed with your phone in your hand. To be honest, you had started to get hungry and remembered that you hadn’t eaten since lunch. Probably not the best course of action. You glanced at the time and grimaced: 8:27. It wouldn’t be too late to have dinner, but Natasha always advised you against eating after 8. It always made training less bearable. However, since your blood sugar was getting low, you stood up from your bed, your muscles still exhausted. It took just about everything in you to open your door and walk to the kitchen.

The last thing you had expected was to see Vision and Wanda in the kitchen together, Wanda cooking in a large saucepan. From where you stood, it looked like she was making some sort of fried rice, and a ton of it too. You took a step into the room and smiled at Wanda, who in turned smiled at you. The kitchen was brimming with the smell of fresh cooked onions and garlic and plumes of pillowy steam wafted up from the food. “Hey, (Y/N),” Wanda spoke. “Can you do me a quick favor and hand me that bowl of peppers?” You nodded, but before you were able to take it, she made a small noise which sounded surprised. “Actually, never mind,” She said. She had a smile on her face and with her powers, the small bowl of chopped green peppers floated towards her and finally spilled over into the sauce pan. “I forget I can do that sometimes.”

You chuckled. “Anything that I can help with?”

Vision at the opposite end of the island in the middle of the kitchen smiled and waved at you, “Hello (Y/N).”

“Hey, Vis,” You responded and waved.

“Listen, I’m sorry about Mr. Stark. I did my best to dissuade him from telling anyone. I didn’t expect him to say anything at our conference. I hope you can forgive me.”

You appreciated Vision’s apology. To be fair, it wasn’t even Vision’s fault, it was Tony’s. That being said, you weren’t mad at Tony either, nor were you at Vision. “Don’t worry about it,” You said, waving off his apology. “What are you guys doing in here? It’s a bit late to be making dinner.”

“We can ask you the same question!” A voice that you immediately recognized as Steve said from the couches in the corner of the room. You glanced over to see Steve, Natasha, Tony, Sam, Peter, and Thor pressed up against the couches, the light of the television screen lighting up all of their faces with a dim blue light that was ever shifting. “We were waiting on you,” Steve said, resting his arm on the back of the couch.

You smiled but became suddenly aware of your presence in the room compared to all of them. You felt meek and a bit shy suddenly. You opted to take a stool at the kitchen island rather than try to find a seat for yourself in the middle of everyone. “I’m surprised that Bucky isn’t here. Is he okay?” You asked, looking to Natasha for an answer. Just an hour ago or so, he had been with you both in the training room, knocking the hell out of those poor punching bags. “Should I go try to find him?”

“Don’t worry about it,” A voice said from behind you while a hand placed itself on your head, messing your hair around. You spun on the stool to see Bucky’s smiling face. “Glad to know that someone missed me,” He said. You felt good for a bit, knowing that you made him feel good. His black leather jacket stretched around his body and creaked with all of his movements. Maybe he had gone out for a drive or to go to the bar; it had become his main place to be since finding his own apartment. He put his hand down and looked at the rest of the group.

You turned away from Bucky to get a look at everyone else. They were all in casual clothing, a sight you normally would not have ever gotten to see. Under usual circumstances, everyone would be dressed in their “super-hero” attire, consisting of flashy colors, hard metal shields and weapons, and especially form fitted so everything went where it needed to and they wouldn’t have to worry about anything but the fighting. Seeing everyone in pajamas, sweats, and t-shirts certainly was not the first thing you expected to see. Even so, it felt homely and welcoming to see everyone relaxed. There were several bright red (courtesy of Tony, of course) leather couches and a dark wood table set in front of the three seater, and a few recliners in the same color sat in a large “U” shape around the flat screen television. You recalled the first day you arrived at the facility:

You had arrived hand in hand with Natasha who had been giving you a guide around the tower. Your past was not something that you were ready to discuss with anyone, all they had known is that you were found during a series of raids in Russia. Natasha had been assigned to work undercover for a terrorist organization. You were grateful, but to be honest, you weren’t necessarily ready to deal with your past either. Your raggedy clothes had been stripped away and replaced with a clean and ironed out t-shirt that Steve had offered you. You were in no position to say no, especially considering that your clothes were just about ready to fall off. After the tour and getting your first shower in weeks, Natasha had lead you to the room you were in now: the living room. You both sat there for hours, watching Disney movies and bad rom-coms while eating take-out. Natasha had been the first one there for you, and even helped you begin your training. She was the person you trusted the most, and every ounce of you was grateful.

Currently, Natasha was sat on the left side of the couch furthest from the television, Steve on the right side. On the other couch furthest to the back wall, Peter sat on the ottoman in front of Tony and Sam, while Thor sat comfortable in his own recliner. There were also three more recliners available, but you made a point in your head to save those for Bucky, Vision, and Wanda. But…where would you sit? I mean, you thought, I don’t mind sitting on the floor. The floor was completely clean, of course. It wouldn’t make for that much of an issue. However, scanning over the room again, you noticed a wide gap between Steve and Natasha. Natasha glanced at you and smiled, patting the open space with her hand. She gestured to come over to her with her head, and you gladly did so, making sure to be quiet and polite about sitting down. Honestly, it didn’t seem like anyone was paying much attention to the movie, whatever it was. Everyone was either chatting or on their phone. Maybe they had done this…for you? You had never seen them gather like this, and Steve did mention that they had been waiting on you. Even with that thought in mind, you pushed it off and stared straight at the television. There was a subtle fear in you over making eye contact with the others, so you kept your gaze away from the others faces.

Peter was too lost in a one-sided conversation with Thor to notice your presence in the room. You watched how his hands flailed when he was excitedly speaking and how he barely ever broke eye contact except to think. It was admirable, especially for someone his age in comparison to everyone around you. He seemed to be speaking about this new experiment that Vision, Tony and him had been working on, but something about it seemed a little too familiar. Something about his words made your ears perk up, until…

“Yeah!” Peter exclaimed, nodding eagerly. “I thought it would have been painful, it just tickled.”

You froze and looked at Tony, who was smirking. He shifted his gaze to you and bumped his eyebrows. In reaction, you immediately cast your gaze down to your knees and felt your face heat. You guessed that it had been possible that Tony did need more “test-subjects” rather than just yourself…but did he need to be so obvious about it?

“Oh, uh, that reminds me,” Tony said. Peter instantly hushed. “(Y/N), you worked on the experiment with us. Did you enjoy it?”

The fact that no one paid any attention to Peter’s indirect admission into being ticklish made you a little bit more comfortable, but it was still embarrassing. Your eyes darted to everyone in the room as they looked at you with soft smiles. You nodded and let out a nervous laugh. “Yeah,” you said. “It really wasn’t painful. Ah, pretty much just what Peter said.”

“Oh?” Tony said, jerking his head up. “Did it feel weird or anything?” Tony shook his head with each word he spoke with pursed lips.

You knew exactly what he was trying to do. You went through the list of scenarios that were in your head, mostly possible outcomes of different responses, but some were images of you being scorned, excluded, or mocked because of this little weakness of yours. You cleared your throat and nodded with a nervous laugh. “Yeah, same as Peter, really,” you said. Tony looked at your to further elaborate on your answer. “Just tickled.”

Next to Tony, Sam let out a rather loud groan and threw his head back onto the back of the couch. A pit immediately grew in your stomach; these were the kinds of reactions that you had been hoping to avoid. “Tony, leave the kid alone. She doesn’t need you being a creep on top of everything else.”

Tony put his hand to his chest in mock surprise. “Me?” He asked overzealously. “Come on, this place could use a little excitement.”

“She’s had enough excitement to last her a lifetime,” Natasha chimed in from next to you. You smiled at her, but she stared directly at Tony. “Plus, her skills in combat are getting impressive. I imagine she’d be able to take you on.”

Once again, the pit in your stomach grew and your heart rate spiked. There was no rhyme or reason why you would want to take on any one of these people in a fight. Natasha was the only person you had sparred with in the past few days, and thus, the only person you felt comfortable even beating in a fight. Your mouth spoke before your head was able to catch up, simply because of the panic. “No, no,” You said, your hands up in defense. “I don’t think I-”

“Sure you can!” Thor chimed in with a grin from his recliner (that he looked way too large for). “We’ve trained and battled warriors even smaller than you across the nine realms. Some of them put up a very good fight.” It was supposed to be a compliment, so you smiled at him in thanks.

“What do you think, (Y/N)?” Steve asked. You looked over to Bucky and watched his eyes dart between you, Steve, and Natasha. It was normal for Bucky, Steve, Nat and you to have lengthy conversations in the training room but truth be told, you had never participated in a larger group discussion with them. The feeling in the room felt devious, but you kept your cool and did you best to steel your face the way that Natasha had taught you. “Think you’d be able to take us in a fight?”

You smiled and gathered up the courage to be apart of the conversation, rather than the shy feelings that you displayed. “I think I’d rather fight next to you guys than against you.”

“Good answer,” Bucky said with a smile and patted your shoulder.

“Kiss ass,” Tony remarked. You chuckled but decided to ultimately ignore it.

Once the energy of the room had died down, you returned your gaze to see exactly what movie had been put on for you. Maybe if you had had time in the last few years to sit down and watch television, even just the commercials, you would have had an idea of what it could be. A large gymnasium filled to the brim with teenage girls was on screen, the camera focusing on a particular one who seemed nervous to be there. There wasn’t much point in asking what you were watching; no one was really paying much attention anyways. Peter went back to excitedly explaining his latest science project and how a test that he had coupling the project was coming up in a few days. He was confident, but a little on edge. He mentioned how studying would probably help him---

Your thoughts were cut off by a quick jab to both of your ribs, and your body flung backwards into the couch to guard yourself. A little giggle escaped your lips and your elbows flew to your sides. You looked behind you to see Bucky with a rather devious smirk as he leaned onto the headrest of the couch. You didn’t even notice him stand up, let alone get behind you.

“Had to test the waters,” he said, his smile not leaving his face. “Oops.”

“Lot worse than we thought, huh?” Steve said and smiled at you. You looked up at Bucky who was hovering directly over your face, barely even a foot away. Your stomach fluttered with nerves and you turned away to make sure he wouldn’t be able to see the blush on your cheeks. Before you could utter out a response to this not-so-sudden attack, you felt fingers on your side give a light squeeze. You squeaked, pushed further into the couch, and fell into a short burst of giggling before opening your eyes to see Steve’s hand inches from your torso. “Guess so!” He exclaimed, laughing.

There wasn’t really much time to be able to compose yourself between Bucky’s little attach and Steve’s. Soft giggles already flowed from your lips and your eyebrows furrowed up into a worried look. Your body smushed itself into the couch as far as you could possibly go and pinned your arms to your sides to prevent anymore attacks. With your hands in front of you, you attempted to steady your giggles, however, your words were interlaced with the subtle shake of mirth. “Wait, wait, wait, this isn’t a great idea—”

Peter turned to face you from his ottoman and laughed, giving your knee a squeeze which didn’t do anything to help your cause. If anything, it just made you jolt and your giggles get louder. He smiled at you with raised eyebrows. “I’m just glad I’m not on the receiving end of this,” He stated.

“Don’t get your hopes up, boy genius,” Tony said, standing up from his seat. “Just because we have a new victim doesn’t mean you don’t exist anymore.”

Peters face flushed but he chuckled. “Trust me,” he said. “I’m grateful.”

Between your nerves from having three people tickle you, it took you a second to register what Peter had just conversed about. Had something like this happened before? To be fair, it was easier to imagine Peter getting tickle-attacked here than anyone else. After all, he was still a bit childish. Granted, so were you so… that didn’t necessarily leave you in a good spot.

It was interesting though; when you had first heard of the Avengers, you saw them on television when you were younger. Watching them fight side by side against the Chitauri was inspiring, but this was years later. Of course, you never would have guessed that you would have been part of the team yourself. Let alone, you never would have guessed that the Avengers were actually quite playful.

The confusion slipped your mind as Bucky fluttered his fingers on the side of your neck, which automatically renewed your giggles. You scrunched up your shoulders and grabbed at his wrists, which ultimately did nothing. It was also a very strange sort of tickle, considering that one hand, or arm rather, was completely made of metal. He had cold (literally) and calculated movements, and his fingers fluttered up to the back of your ears. You squealed and held your hands up to your ears in a less than desperate attempt to stop the attack. Had it been another situation, a noise coming like that from an Avenger would have been embarrassing, but your mind was too busy focusing on the feeling.

“Bucky!” You shouted, dissolving further into your laughter, and sinking further in the couch.

Not slow enough for your mind to register what was happening, a new squeezing tickle sparked to life on your left side and you hunched over. You let out a small involuntary scream and hunched your body towards the left. You realized that Steve had taken it upon himself to help Bucky out, and really, you shouldn’t be surprised. The zapping sort of feeling in your sides and the light fluttering on your neck were almost too much to bear, and your laughter hitched. You debated on taking your hands away from your ears and neck, but that would only help Bucky. However, if you didn’t, then that would just give Steve more of an opening. Instead, your body took control, and slid down even further until your head was placed a few inches on Steve’s lap. You curled in on yourself as Steve moved his hand to your right side, which was now exposed. Bucky’s fingers switched to what he could get at in your position, which happened to be your ribs. You rolled onto your back in a feeble attempt to stop their fingers, but it only made them switch to your stomach. Once again, your laughter hitched. Deep belly laughs mixed with squeals echoed over the sound of the television. There were few thoughts bouncing around your head as you were tickled to pieces. Don’t kick Nat. Can everyone hear the movie over me? PLEASE don’t kick Nat. How long have they been going? How long are they planning this? Was anyone paying attention anymore? Guard yourself. If this was an enemy, you’d be screwed. Oh god, please don’t let Natasha use this in training. This is embarrassing. Who’s that laughing? Why is this…kind of fun?

“Guys, PLEHEHEASE!” You begged. You could hear a few scattered chuckles over your own laughter, but it was hard to focus on who they were coming from.

“Alright, alright,” Steve said, stopping his movements and resting his palm on your forehead. Bucky stopped as well. “I think she’s had enough for one day.”

You were grateful for the air that flooded its way into your lungs. You were panting, but scattered giggles escaped from your lips. To be honest, you didn’t care much about the fact that your head was resting on one of the founding members of the Avengers. If anything, he was the one who decided to tickle you, so he had to deal with the consequences that came with it. When you opened your eyes, the team around you were in giggle fits themselves. Bucky was still peering over at you from behind the couch, his arms hoisting him up on the back rest. He had a wide smile on his face. Scattered conversations here and there let you know that most of the attention was off of you at this point, which you were kind of grateful for. You pushed yourself off of Steve’s lap and playfully pushed Bucky’s head out of the way so you could sit up. He laughed and ruffled your hair, before finding his own recliner and sitting down. Steve let out a laugh and looked you up and down.

“You look like you just got out of training,” he said.

Grateful for the playfulness of his tone, you laughed at what he said. “I feel like it too.”

Next to you, Natasha poked you in the ribs. Your defenses automatically went up again before she placed her hand on your shoulder. It was her way of telling you that you could relax now. At least, that’s what she did during training. “Welcome to the real Avengers.”

“Real?” Sam said from his seat. “If I remember correctly, we’ve saved the world too many times to count. That’s real.”

“Lighten up, hotshot,” Tony spoke. “We can still be the Avengers without having a stick in our ass. Maybe you need the America dream team over there to teach you how to do that too.”

“You touch me and I’ll kill you,” Sam said with a smile on his face.

Maybe you were wrong. Maybe this place was a lot more familial than you thought. And maybe, just maybe, you could find this place becoming a permanent home for you.

#Avengers x reader #Ticklish!Reader #tickle fic #avengers tickle fic #natasha romanoff #steve rogers #bucky barnes #vision #sam wilson #tony stark #wanda maximoff

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missmonsters2 · 4 years ago

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Between the Lines || XIII

PAIRING: Steve Rogers & Fem!Reader (Platonic) / Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader / Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader / Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader x Wanda Maximoff

Summary: Vampire AU. Life has changed drastically since the 1600s. Things are always on the move, and you’ve been very careful to not get on SHIELDs radar. Living on the down-low owning a café, you’re content to live out a quiet existence. That is until the Avengers enter your life.

[Set after the New York Invasion, in CAWS, and goes up to AoU. Canon divergent after.]

Warnings: This series will contain smut(**), poly-relationship, and dark themes.

Note: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SMUT. START AND END OF SMUT IS INDICATED BY AN ASTERISK (*). SMUT IS 18+ ONLY. READ RESPONSIBLY.

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PART XIII of XX

Translations:

милый - Darling

Count: 8,546

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There are some pros and cons of being a vampire.

Like for one, you can't get sick. You're stronger and faster than the average human. You live longer, forever really, if you choose to or you aren't killed.

But some things aren't ideal. Like the thirst for blood. The people around you pass away before you do if you don't change them. The sun, if you don't have searings or a magical item.

And you can still have panic attacks.

Natasha is rubbing your back while Wanda is rubbing your arm after you've finally calmed down.

You were ready to punch David for asking, 'Are you sure?' multiple times, but you couldn't blame him. You also didn't want to believe that Tatyana had come back.

You kept asking yourself how, over and over again.

"How is that even possible?" David runs his hand through his hair.

"I don't know," you mumble. "I...I buried her with my own hands."

"We need to leave," Liam interrupts, having packed his bags and gesturing everyone to leave the house. There were enchantments on the door and every window. "I'll know if someone tries to enter this house, but we should head back to New York. It's not safe here anymore."

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When you come back to New York, Tony has built most of the new compound.

"You might hear a lot of construction for a few days, but I've got your rooms prepared," he tells you before letting you know what floor you're on. "If you need anything, let FRIDAY know."

It wasn't entirely necessary since you had your own place, but you were touched Tony still thought of you. You found out quite quickly that you and Natasha shared a room together while Wanda was housed next door. David was across from you, and Liam was next to David's temporarily.

Everyone retired to their own rooms to rest and shower before reconvening in a meeting room that was a floor below them. Tony was to join them, but he was caught up in his own work at the moment. FRIDAY would report to him later regarding this meeting.

Natasha's hair was still soft and damp. She came out with a thin shirt, and you took off your sweater to wrap around her when you noticed she shivered.

"You should've worn a thicker shirt," you tell her soft voice, pulling her into your arms to keep her warm. Her back touches your front, and you feel yourself purring at the contact.

"And miss out on you giving me your sweater and keeping me warm? I think I knew what choice I made," she teases.

You smile, brushing your lips across Natasha's cheek tenderly.

"Not to be that jackass, but I think we need to focus on the problem at hand here. You guys can be disgustingly in love later," David cuts in with a small smile, and you roll your eyes.

Your eyes lock with Wanda's for a brief moment, catching a tense slightly frown on her face, but as soon as you saw it, it was gone.

"So," David breathes. "She's back."

You purse your lips, the acceptance coming easier as more time passed.

"What do we do?" David asks.

"I mean," you start, "What options do we have? We obviously have to find her, find out exactly what she's planning. You heard her. She wants to personally see me lose everything."

"We won't let her take anything," Natasha holds your hand that's embracing her.

You swallow the words of how Natasha can't promise that. She doesn't know what Tatyana is capable of.

If she could escape death, what wasn't she capable of?

"How do you think she survived?" Wanda asked from the sidelines.

You shrug. "I really don't know. I know I killed her with my own hands. I pierced her heart with wood made from the Methuselah tree because I knew that she had an absorbent amount of my venom in her body to change if I killed her. That is if it was possible to be a hybrid witch and vampire. There isn't supposed to be a way for her to come back."

"There's probably only one way she survived," Liam spoke from his seat. "In Alchemy, there's a way to transfer one's soul or consciousness elsewhere. But as Alchemy is about transforming matter or about an exchange, this technique is forbidden. Performing it would mean you've given yourself to dark alchemy."

"Why?" David asks.

"Think about it like this. You want to bring someone back to life, or you're trying to move their soul elsewhere. In Alchemy, you need something to create something or have something of equal exchange. To bring someone back to life, what do you think is the equal exchange?" Liam throws the question to everyone.

"Someone else has to die," Natasha murmured.

"Exactly, and that's if it's even successful." Liam nodded. "So in the essence that you're trying to move a soul somewhere else, where would you move it. Whose body will you move it into? Where will their soul go?"

"Could you move it into like an AI body?" Natasha asked.

Liam shook his head. "You could temporarily bind a soul into an AI body, but that's only temporarily. A human soul isn't compatible with an AI body, so eventually, they'll separate. It's not the same thing as whatever Tony and Thor created."

"You mean Vision?" Wanda supplies, and you find yourself grimacing.

"Sure," Liam nonchalantly agrees, not really caring. "So," he carries on, "If we have dark alchemy that has these practices, then the equivalent for witches and warlocks would be..."

"Dark magic," Wanda breathes, and Liam nods once more.

The revelation doesn't entirely surprise you. A part of you has perhaps always known that Tatyana was practicing black magic. Forcefully turning people into vampires by magic was a significant indicator.

But you were surprised that Tatyana was able to use dark magic to revive herself. A part of you wondered if she even ever really died.

"So, what are our next steps?" David asks.

"We have to find her," you sigh.

"How? She could be anywhere, and we don't have a single clue. I can try to see if I can find anything, but she could be in literally anyone's body," David frowns.

Liam is holding his chin as he sways in his chair. "It might take time, but I could see if I can find a locating spell.

"I believe I may have some scrolls and notes from Leo. He used to jot down everything he did. Perhaps you could find something there," you let Liam know. "I'll drop them off for you."

Liam looked mildly excited about the news and nodded his head.

"Alright, that's enough for today. Everyone should get some rest. It may be a while before we get to again," you adjourn the meeting.

Everyone begins to shuffle out of the room, but you notice that Wanda stays behind, looking fraught with frustration. You nod your head at Natasha to let her know you would meet with her later in your shared room. Natasha nods as she walks away, leaving you alone with Wanda.

Wanda doesn't seem to realize you've stayed behind with her as you approach her. She's biting her thumbnail as she stares at the table listlessly, lost in her own world.

"Terrible habit, don't do that," you admonish gently as you grab hold of her hand to pull it away from her mouth.

Wanda looks up, shocked to see you for a moment.

"Having terrible nails is the least of our problems right now," Wanda gives you a rather tired smile. Wanda lowers her hand but curls her fingers so she can hold your hand.

The action makes you swallow.

"You seem more stressed about it than you should be," you tell her, giving her hand a tight squeeze of comfort. A friendly tight squeeze of comfort you tell yourself.

Wanda gives a humorless chuckle. "Can you blame me? What is she? My great-great-great-great-grandmother?"

"Oh, there’s too many greats to even say," you try to say to lighten the mood, and it sort of works when Wanda gives an exasperated smile.

"This is must be hard for you," Wanda says, tone full of empathy for you.

You sigh and nod.

"Honestly, no matter how she came back, it doesn't change the fact that I hurt and killed her. I don't blame her for being angry," you confide to Wanda.

The brunette moves to sit on the edge of the table as she pulls you closer.

"You know, when we were being attacked back in Vermont, and she spoke to you, I feel like I recognized that behavior," Wanda looks down at your hand in hers, staring at the glove that covered it. "I don't think she's angry at you," Wanda tells you truthfully. "She wants to punish you, yes, but she's not angry. I think she's still very much in love with and wants you."

"I can't really imagine why," you say, half-joking with an upturn of your lip.

Wanda pulls you closer until you're at the edge of the table between her legs.

It's wrong, you tell yourself, starting to pull away.

But Wanda pulls you into a hug.

You're stunned, not expecting it to be a hug at all.

You feel a hand patting your back in a slow rhythm and fingers delicately playing with the ends of your hair. You're not sure why, but the action makes the back of your eyes burn.

The scent of orange blossoms and cinnamon fills you, and you notice that Wanda's hair feels soft too.

"Don't say that," Wanda says like it's her turn to scold you. Her chin rests over your shoulder. "I don't blame her; it's very easy to."

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"Can't sleep?"

You open your eyes and turn your head to look at Natasha. She's lying on her side, head resting on the crook of her arm as she faces you.

"Guilty," you smile sheepishly.

Natasha smiles as she opens her arms, and you immediately slide right into her. Your face rests gently on her chest as you both wrap your arms around each other. She kisses the top of your head lightly, and you sigh blissfully.

Natasha hums as your lips touch her bare skin.

"What's got you up?" The redhead asks. "Other than the fact your homicidal ex has come back to haunt you."

You actually manage to chuckle, the sounds vibrating off of Natasha's skin as she pulls the blanket up higher.

"I guess a little bit of everything. This brings back a lot of memories," you tell your girlfriend. "Some bad, but some good too."

"Like what?" Natasha asks patiently.

"Good memories like Leo," you smile softly. "I spent my days around him after Tatyana was gone."

Natasha hums but doesn't say anything as you continue talking.

"I was pretty miserable and lonely after Tatyana was gone. Leo never joined The Vatican no matter how much they persisted and kept me a secret," you reminisce.

"That's really wonderful of him," Natasha comments.

"Yeah, but also I had to deal with his incessant teachings of God, so don't get too starry-eyed about him," you look up slightly and squint your eye at her.

"You're so cute when you're jealous about your deceased friend," Natasha laughs when you pinch her side slightly.

"Behave," you tell her with a smirk that she returns.

"As I was saying," you return, looking at her pointedly, and Natasha resists the urge to giggle. "I never quite devoted myself the way I think Leo hoped, but I did feed on animals during that time."

"Animals?" Natasha said in a shocked tone like that hadn't quite occurred to her that you could. "How was that?"

"It tastes like literal piss," you tell her with no hesitation. "People are always using metaphors about how a vampire's diet could be compared to humans. Like drinking animal blood is going vegetarian."

You roll your eyes, and Natasha thinks it's so endearing you're so passionate about this. "It's not the same. I can't sautée animal blood in butter and call it a day. Plus, not even to mention how much more blood volume it takes to feel full, and how much more often you have to feed to be safe."

"Squirrel blood not cutting it for you?" Natasha teases, laughing once more when you scrunch your nose.

"I, alone, would end up making squirrels extinct if I could only feed on them," you tell her.

Natasha laughs, moving her legs so she could tangle them in yours.

"Alright, point taken," she says. "Tell me more about Leo."

You hum, shifting yourself to get more comfortable. How you wish you could just meld into Natasha.

"Eventually, Leo did manage to find a way for me to go out in the sun."

Natasha blinks languidly, her hands travel down your back until she finds your ribs, remembering on the x-rays she saw inscriptions there.

You pleasantly hum in the back of your throat at the touch. "Searings are done by a holy knife and fire. He carved it into my skin, and it burned through until it reached my bones."

"That sounds so painful," Natasha mumbles with a slight frown. You smile at her, rubbing circles on her back to soothe her.

"It was worth it, though," you reassure her.

"Did you stay with him until he passed?" Natasha quietly asked, feeling you nod against her skin.

"Yes, I stayed by his side as he met the love of his life, had children, and grew old," you tell her.

"What was his wife like?"

You smile, keeping your eyes closed and remembering it like it was just yesterday.

"Christine was a spitfire," you laugh. "Totally led Leo by his nose. She had absolutely no patience for any nonsense."

You see wisps of long dark brown hair and a pair of blue eyes in your mind, and you smile softly. "But the thing I loved about her was she was kind and compassionate about everything."

"Sounds like Leo got a total winner," Natasha drags her fingers through your hair lightly, enjoying the way you sigh contently.

"Oh, most definitely. It's kind of funny. She didn't even give Leo the time of day when he first started to pursue her. She thought he was a total player since young women from his parish really, really...admired him."

"Oh?" Natasha laughed. "And what changed her mind?"

"A group of vampires kidnapped her, wanting to get revenge on Leo for one of their coven member who was killed by him," you sighed. "At the time Leo and I were investigating another town when we had gotten word she was taken."

"Oh, god," Natasha dreaded.

"I had never seen Leo looked so stricken with fear, even when death was knocking at his door. He turned to me, ready to beg me to save her because he wouldn't have been able to reach her fast enough, and there was still another vampire loose in the town we were investigating," you say. "By then, I had long considered Leo a friend, and before he could ask, I went to find her."

"You saved her," Natasha surmises and smiles. You shift again, so you're able to look at Natasha's face while still being in her embrace.

"Yes, gruesome as it was, they were waiting for Leo to arrive to kill her. Other than some cuts, bruises, and a broken leg, she made it unscathed. I carried her all the way back, and Leo met us halfway," you lick your lips. "He was sweaty and gross from running the entire way, even though his legs clearly wanted to give out since they were shaking like jelly. But the second I put her down, he ran until she was in his arms."

Your hand drifts up Natasha's arm before they come to rest upon the side of her neck. "He cried, so thankful she was alive and safe. I think that's when Christine realized he loved her, very seriously loved her."

Natasha's eyes were drooping from your soft touch and the feeling of security falling over her. She pulls you closer.

"Family," Natasha mutters, and you kiss the tip of her nose.

"Yes," you tell her just before she falls asleep.

You look at Natasha with half-lidden eyes, pulling the blanket until it's up to your chin. The quiet time with Natasha brings peace. You close your own eyes, ready to follow Natasha just as you reminisce about the end of that memory.

"I don't care," Leonard declares, sitting on the ground with you after having made it back to his home safely. "You come to this family when you need help. My children's-children's-children's-childr--"

"I get the idea, Leo," you interrupt him, leaning back on the grass as you look at the night sky. The sound of the pond rippling as leaves fall into it makes way to your ears. "Whatever," you mumble. "I guess I'll make sure the mini priests you create don't die prematurely."

He chuckles, and a moment of silence falls over the two of you.

"This probably sounds crazy, maybe even a little sacrilegious, but I feel like you're my guardian angel. Meeting you was a blessing from God," Leonard says as he looks at you with a smile.

"That does sound sacrilegious," you smirk.

"I'll be your guardian angel too," Leonard declares proudly like it's the best idea he's ever come up with.

"You're going to die long before me," you roll your eyes.

"So?" Leonard says indignantly, "That just means I can be your literal guardian angel after."

"I don't know if God will let you into heaven after your little sacrilegious comment," you cackle quietly when Leonard rolls his eyes and throws loose strands of grass at you. "Besides, what would I need a guardian angel for?"

Leonard shrugs, falling back into a relaxed position. "I don't know, but I'll be there when you need it the most."

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The following few weeks pass with little to no progress in finding Tatyana. Liam spent a lot of his time studying Leonard's scrolls and diary notes while David tried to trace the vampire's steps who had attacked you in Vermont.

Natasha spent her time between helping Liam, David and doing her own investigative work.

You were beginning to feel at a loss about what to do. It was starting to feel like the only option was to wait until Tatyana sought you out again.

"You're distracted."

The slight tug on your hair made you release your bite as you peer up at Wanda's face. She's flushed, but she's got her brow cocked at you. You sigh, breath upon her collarbone as you stand up straighter.

"Can you check if..." You clear your throat, pointedly looking down at her chest. "If you're good."

Wanda continues to cock her brow at you as she pulls her shirt open to check while you're still there, leaning against her.

Getting a full view down her shirt, you notice the dark veins have receded, and you don't see anything except Wanda's bra covered chest and the curse inscription peeking out through the valley of her breasts.

You sigh, "You can just check yourself, and just tell me, you know."

"You're not afraid I'll lie?" Wanda licks her lips with a small jilt of her lips.

"Why would you ever lie about the curse not spreading?" You frown.

Wanda smirks, bringing her hand up to your mouth. She uses her thumb to wipe at her blood that's coating your lips.

"I wouldn't lie about it not spreading, милый," Wanda smirks, and you understand very quickly what she means by it.

"You want to pass out from blood loss?" You weakly say back with a half-smile.

"As long as you catch me."

You take a moment, catching yourself staring into Wanda's eyes. It was late in the evening, and Wanda left her face bare all day.

She looked young without her usual dark eyeliner, but her lashes were still long, framing her green eyes.

You swallowed, pulling away.

"Of course." You looked away at the door and then back at Wanda. "We should get cleaned up. Meet me in the kitchen, and I'll whip you something up to eat."

Without saying anything else, you left.

It's not for another hour that Wanda joins you in the kitchen. The smell hits her instantly, and she knows right away.

"Paprikash?" She says, almost confusedly as she looks at you.

You hum, scooping a ladle full into a bowl for her. You serve it to her with a side of boiled potatoes with paprika seasoning and a Gatorade to drink.

Wanda takes a seat, and you almost laugh at how adorably hesitant she looks.

"Eat up," you tell her with a smile. "This will help you recover."

Wanda takes her spoon, scooping some chicken onto her spoon with plenty of sauce.

"It's delicious," she tells you, eating more heartily. "I haven't had someone cook for me in a very long time."

Wanda says it so nonchalantly like it doesn't bother her, but you feel your heart breaking a little.

"Pietro doesn't cook?" You ask instead.

"Not if we want to live," she says, cracking a smile when you laugh. "I didn't know you could cook."

"Not as good as David," you shrug, "but you learn a thing or two well enough when you have all the time in the world."

Wanda swallows her food and washes it down with a gulp of Gatorade.

"Well," she licks her lip. "I can't wait to see what else you know."

And lately, you find a lot of silences have been falling around. Your heart is thudding in your chest as Wanda stares at you.

"Ahem."

The sound catches you off guard surprisingly, and you look up to see Natasha standing there.

"Hey," she greets the two of you. "Smells good in here."

"Yes," Wanda nods. "Elaine made some paprikash for me."

"I see," Natasha says as she walks to you.

"Would you like some?" You ask the redhead. "I made it to help Wanda after the feeding session."

"No, it's okay. David picked up some food for us earlier, but maybe save me a bowl for later," Natasha kisses your cheek, and you nod.

Natasha looks over at Wanda, who is staring at her food.

"Anyways, I came as I think David found something. He wants to meet in the west wing when you're done here."

You look at Wanda, who is nearly finishing up her food.

"It's fine," Wanda waves off, taking another sip of her Gatorade. "I'll meet you guys later once I'm finished up here. It shouldn't be too long."

You purse your lips, wondering if you should just wait until she's done eating to all walk there, but Wanda is already waving you off again as she eats.

"Alright," you concede, "don't take too long."

Wanda nods again, not looking as you and Natasha leave. Once she's alone in the room, she rubs her forehead, feeling an oncoming headache that has been trailing for her a couple days.

She sighs.

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"So, you can cook."

Your head doesn't move, but your eyes peer over to Natasha, who is looking straight ahead.

"Yes," you answer, looking back ahead as you continue to walk. "Not as well as David, but I can."

"It smelled delicious," Natasha mumbled.

"As I said, you are welcomed to a bowl."

Natasha shakes her head.

"No," she lightly exhales. "That seemed like it was meant for Wanda." Natasha pauses but then adds, "To help her recover."

"Did you want me to make something for you?" You ask as you start to approach the meeting room where you could hear Liam and David inside.

Natasha shrugs. "I think I'm more of a fan of your coffee," she smiles gently at you.

You return it with your own smile, unsure of what to think of the entire interaction before the two of you enter the room.

Liam was eating a burrito while David was hunched over a monitor.

"Hey," David says, looking up at you. His hair sways slightly before coming back into place. "Where's Wanda?"

"She's on her way. She's just finishing up her meal," you say, and David nods.

"Natasha says you might've found something?"

David starts pulling up a report on the holographic scenes when Wanda comes in, a slight swagger in her walk as she swings the leftover Gatorade back and forth in her hand.

Your brows pinch together, unfurling when Wanda takes a seat next to you, focused on the screen before her.

"There was a report submitted to the local NYPD department this morning. A company is reporting that their employees have been going missing. I think just about four in the last month," David says, but you're focused on reading the report.

"Missing?" Natasha muttered.

"I believe three went on vacation and never came back, and one just stopped showing up to work," David tells them. "All of them had initially reported being sick for a couple days and then stopped showing up. The manager says they can't get in touch with any of them."

"What about where they live? Family? Friends?" You ask.

"Landlord says rent has been paid, so there's no worry there. Most of these people are quiet individuals. Either no family or a very small circle of friends," David sat back in his chair.

"And the friends haven't reported anything?" You frown.

"Most of them aren't in touch often, but there was one person who reported his friend missing in addition to the company," David flips through the screen.

"Why do you think it would be Tatyana?" Natasha asks.

You stand up, placing the report back in front of David.

"There are too many missing people in one place, specifically this company. If she's looking to continue with her plan, then we need to find out. Even if it's not her, then there's some serial kidnapper out there," you say.

"Do you think it's a human, if not her?" Wanda asks.

"I won't know for sure until I check it out. Usually, vampires don't repeatedly hunt in the same location; otherwise, they risk being caught," you purse your lips.

"I put you three into the company as new workers. You start tomorrow," David tells you.

"All three of us?" You tilt your head.

"It's a company with over 500 people. It's a lot of groundwork. The faster we can find information, the better," David shrugs.

"Alright, let's try to get some work done before tomorrow," you say.

"I'll work with David," Natasha tells you, and you nod.

"I'll have Wanda work with me," Liam looks at the brunette who nods and gets up.

"Sounds good. I'm going to make some calls and get some things done, too," you tell them before looking at Natasha. "I'll meet you later."

You walk out the room, holding your sigh until you're far away enough from everyone.

You sit outside the compound. The construction for the day was already done, leaving you in the quiet. Pulling out your phone, you dialed a number before holding it up to your ear.

"Hello?" The person on the other line answered breathlessly.

"Am I interrupting anything, solider?" You ask with a teasing voice, but also half-serious.

"Oh, no, not at all. Just casually chasing down my long-life friend who doesn't remember me at this current moment. What's up?" Steve asked as you could hear him running in the background.

"I can call back, Steve--"

"No, no, I've always got time for you," Steve interrupted. "Pietro runs faster, anyway."

You chuckle before you take a long breath.

"That's quite the breath," Steve comments, earning him another long breath from you.

"I'm not going to lie, it fucking sucks here," you say quietly.

"Yeah, Nat updated me a little on the situation. Need me to come home?" Steve asks, and you shake your head before remembering he can't see you.

"No, not yet, anyway," you say. "It's just...really stressful. Outside of having my ex come back to destroy me and all."

"You want to elaborate on that?" Steve says, and you hear some weird metal clanking noise in the back.

"I just..." you sigh. "I'm doing my best."

You swallow.

"And I still feel like I'm always on the verge of disappointing Natasha."

Steve listens patiently on the other end.

You take a shaky breath.

"Why isn't love ever easy?" You ask, mostly in rhetoric.

But you hear Steve give a short-winded chuckle on the other end.

"If it was, we'd never learn how to become courageous."

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By the time you meet up with everyone else, it's well into the night, sitting at 2AM.

You walk back into the meeting room to find that Wanda is the only one in the room, and she looks exhausted.

"Where is everyone?" You ask as you take a seat next to her.

"David and Natasha are still working on a couple last things for tomorrow. Liam decided to run to his room the moment he decided we've done enough for the day," Wanda tells you.

"Why are you still here?" You ask.

Wanda shrugs, looking downwards.

It's quiet, and you find yourself relaxing a little. For a moment, there's a rare peace between the two of you. No flirting. No intensity.

No guilt.

But you find yourself looking over at Wanda, who's looking down at her black nails, hair falling over her shoulder while it's swooped delicately over her ear.

Sometimes you hate that you notice these things about her; her long lashes, soft skin, and green eyes that are different than the ones that currently belong to you.

But more than that, you notice the deeper things. The youth that seems to have been taken away too early. And still, despite that all, the hopeful gleam that's shy and hesitant. The first bloom that dares to better than yesterday.

It makes you--

Wanda sharply looks at you.

Your breath hitches quietly, thoughts paused.

The quiet stretches on. Wanda stares at you with piercing dark green eyes as if she's searching for something in you.

And you pray she doesn't find it.

You don't know how long it is that you spent staring at each other, but eventually, Wanda swallows before taking a shaky breath.

"I have feelings for you. I can't stop myself from having feelings for you, and I want you."

The confession hits you in the back of your throat, and you turn away.

"Wanda--"

"No," she cuts you short. "I'm not letting you run away this time."

You swallow.

"I know," Wanda says quietly. "I know you're with Natasha. But you can't sit there and tell me you don't feel something for me."

Your throat feels dry.

"So," Wanda swallows while she looks at you. "Be honest with me. Tell me what you feel when you look at me. When you touch me."

The words ring painfully in your ears, heart thudding harshly in your chest. You're suddenly clenching the armrests of your chair tightly.

"I can't," are the only words the leave your mouth.

Before Wanda can say anything else, the door swings open, and Natasha walks through the room.

Looking at the two of you, she tilts her head, and you wonder immediately how much she's heard.

"We're done for the day," Natasha says as if she didn't notice the tension in the room. "Let's get some rest for tomorrow."

You nod, and without saying anything else, you get up to leave with Natasha.

And you don't dare to look back.

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She blew it.

She knows it.

It was rash and absolutely selfish and insane.

Wanda lies in her bed at the edge, legs dangling to the floor as she stares at the blank ceiling. She wants to mumble to herself, asking why did she do that, but she's scared you'll hear her being next door.

So instead, she takes a deep breath, releasing it stressfully as she lifts her hands to her face.

It was one thing to tease and flirt with you, but lately, Wanda feels like she can't control her own emotions.

From the first time she saw you, something in her shifted, and Wanda knew she would never be the same again. You had started as a simple crush, intense as it may have been.

But could anyone blame Wanda? You barely knew her, and yet, you were saving her. You cared for her.

And then...Wanda just...fell.

You had Natasha; Wanda knew that. She could tell how much you loved the redhead. And when Wanda looked at Natasha, there was an uncomfortable pit in her stomach that she didn't quite know how to place.

Wanda wondered if it was jealousy because her mind would tell her that she wanted you.

And Wanda spends too much time wondering how you felt when you kissed Natasha, touched her. Probably as much time as she spends wondering how Natasha feels when she kisses or touches you.

Wanda hates it.

She hates not feeling in control of her own emotions, hates it when they spill out like she can't help it.

And Wanda wonders if she's slowly going insane.

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Stiff.

Natasha notices you're lying stiffly on her your back, staring at the ceiling while she lies on her side, staring at you.

The two of you probably only lie in bed for twenty minutes before you turn to her.

"Can we go back to my place for tonight?" You ask her quietly.

Natasha doesn't ask why, which you're thankful for, as she nods and gets up with you.

The ride back is quiet, which you're not sure what to make of it. Natasha was quiet when you left with her earlier to retire to the room the two of you shared. She was quiet as the two of you did your nightly routine, and she was quiet when she slipped into bed.

But the two of you knew there probably wouldn't be much sleep tonight as you arrived at your place. You opened the door for Natasha, letting her enter first.

When you slipped past her to make your way to the basement, she followed.

Natasha could tell you were tired, the kind that wore you down. And she knew what had happened.

After all, she stood on the other side of the door, listening. She realized the two of you were too caught up in the conversation to notice her.

But how she felt about it was unexpected, even for her.

Natasha watches as you walk over to the bar, her eyes catching your fingers clenching and unclenching.

As always, you wore the gloves.

And her heart swells.

Even though Natasha knew why you wore the gloves, she couldn't help but desire your touch.

She wanted to feel your fingers on her bare skin, to open herself to you. Natasha wanted you to know every thought she had so you could know the thoughts she had about you; she wanted you to see a part of her future, so you would know you were a part of it.

Natasha wondered if she was always this desperate.

She watched you pour yourself a glass of whiskey, drinking somberly.

"While alcohol doesn't affect me, it still burns the same," you told her.

It was hard, Natasha could tell. It was hard for you to draw the line with Wanda, someone who looked like Tatyana's spitting image--yet was distinctively not her. And you liked that.

It didn't help that Wanda had wanted you too.

But such things never stopped Natasha because she knows you want her too. As much as you may try to keep your feelings in check, try to keep yourself from crossing the line too far, you had always looked at Natasha a moment too long.

Natasha saunters up to you, grabbing your attention as you looked at her, still somber but softer. The redhead grabs your fingers, kissing the tip of your gloves.

You bite your tongue in your mouth.

Natasha takes the glass from your other hand, taking a languid swig herself before she puts the glass down on the table. She leans onto you, pressing her body against yours as she tilts her lips to kiss you.

The strong taste of whiskey enters your mouth, but you also taste a raspberry hint, something you find Natasha seems to always taste like.

Your first thought is that you shouldn't.

Not when you're a selfish coward.

Whiskey drips down the side of your mouth, and Natasha has nothing left in her own as she swipes her tongue at your lip.

The reaction is visceral. You immediately push closer, pressing your lips firmer against Natasha's, backing her up until she hits the table.

You lift her up onto it with ease, her cami nightgown bunching up at her sides as she pulls you between her legs.

Your one hand moves to grip her waist while Natasha holds your other hand down on the table as you lean more into her. She brings up your other hand, breaking the kiss as she bites the tip of your glove, slowly pulling it off.

You tense.

"Nat," you husk, deep with desire but not wanting to push the boundaries.

But Natasha has long decided to cross them, decidedly wanting to take you with her.

"I want you to touch me," she emphasizes, and you catch the underlying words. Natasha wants you to touch her with your bare fingers; she wants you to drag them down her skin and let her feel you as you fucked her.

You can smell her arousal.

Your eyes darken, a low rumble in the back of your throat.

She pulls off your glove, tossing it to the side carelessly.

Natasha has seen your fingers before. During times of your carelessness, she would catch sight of your fingers in the morning when she just woke up, and you were making breakfast, and sometimes right after your shower.

But to feel them...it's completely different.

Natasha pushes the pads of your index and middle finger to her lips, your eyes fluttering as you hear every thought she's ever had.

But all you can really focus on right now is her most recent thought.

'I love you.'

And when she takes your fingers into her mouth, her warm tongue caressing your fingers as she sucks, you follow what the future tells you.

You'll do anything to be between the lines with her.

You pull your fingers away, using them to press her closer to you as you smash your lips against Natasha's in a rough and needy manner.

God, now you couldn't stop touching her skin with your bare fingers. Natasha's skin feels hot as you use the pads of your fingers to scrape down her bare arms or up her naked thighs.

Everything about Natasha overrides your rational thoughts, and you want nothing more than to be consumed by her.

Natasha tangles her hand in your hair, grasping it lightly as she pushes back against your lips with her own.

You stop kissing her but don't move an inch away. Natasha's breathless and her warm breath on your lips as she pants does something to you.

Desire pools in your gut, but something fierce pours into your heart.

"I love you," you tell her, the words vibrating between the two of you.

You want her to desperately understand that.

"I love you, Nat," you say again, squeezing her hips tightly. "I will never stop loving you."

And Natasha lets her forehead fall against yours. She smiles, the action making her lips brush against yours.

"I know," she replies.

The words bring a deep and sharp lust in you, shaking you to your core.

Your hands travel to her back as you grip her cami nightgown, ripping it apart with a strong force until it's into two separate pieces.

The cold air hits Natasha instantly, her nipples hardening as she shivers. Your lips attach themselves to her neck, licking before sucking.

Natasha's soft moans fill the room.

You stroke her skin, wanting to feel every inch, and Natasha rushes to pull your shirt over your head, wanting to feel you too.

A rumble in the back of your throat makes its way to Natasha's ears when her warm hand touches your bare shoulder.

You lower your hands to Natasha's rear as you pull her off the counter, getting her to wrap her legs around you as you carry her.

Walking over to the pulled-out sofa couch, you laid Natasha on it, taking off the remainder of your clothes before covering her bare body with your own.

Tilting her chin to face you, you kissed her, slow and hard. You grind into her, earning a rough moan in the back of Natasha's throat as you kissed.

A hand rests at the back of Natasha's neck as you cradled her, while the other takes hold of her chest. The mound fitting perfectly in your hand as you squeeze and massage, occasionally rolling the hard pebble of her nipple with the pad of your index finger.

Wetness pools between Natasha's legs as she lifts her hips slightly in an attempt to get more friction from you.

Your hand releases Natasha's chest as it travels down, not skimping at the chance to feel the tautness of her stomach. Fingers hit the fabric of Natasha's underwear, and you dipped your fingers into it, not shy at all about touching Natasha's slick folds brazenly.

Natasha's breath hitches in the back of her throat, hips canting at how good it feels.

"Oh..." She moans, her arms tightening around your neck slightly.

You breathe deeply at the sound in your ear, the coils in your stomach tightening.

Your fingers slide up and down between the wet folds repeatedly, teasing her entrance while your thumb pressed and rubbed her clit. Natasha's slick fluids coat your fingers, dripping into your hand.

You begin to drop lower until your mouth is lined up with Natasha's chest, and you take the swollen pebble into your mouth. The hotness of your mouth makes Natasha grip your hair. She can feel her sex getting swollen with need.

You suck relentlessly on both breasts, living dark hickeys all over her chest that make you absolutely possessive for her when you look at your work.

Hot kisses trail down Natasha's body until your bottom lip touches the edge of Natasha's underwear. They're entirely ruined by the overflow of Natasha's wetness, and you lick your lips.

You raise yourself, hovering higher over Natasha's lower body. Taking your fingers out, you put them in your mouth and suck.

Natasha bites her tongue as she looks at you, tasting her.

Your heavy-lidden, lust-driven eyes catch Natasha's as you release your clean fingers. Her chest rises and falls noticeably, breathless even though the best part is yet to happen.

Lowering yourself, you loop your fingers around the sides of her underwear, just lowering them slightly so you can kiss her mound.

Without warning, you rip her panties to shreds, exposing Natasha's naked sex to you. You can feel the heat radiating off Natasha, hear the other woman's heartbeat thudding loudly in your ears.

You hook your arms under her thighs, hands coming over to grip her legs apart. Pulling her open and closer to your face, you pepper kisses to the inside of Natasha's thigh, nibbling on the sensitive skin. You trail closer and closer to her sex, hearing Natasha's breathy moans as she's been long ready for you to do something.

You take a moment just to appreciate how needy Natasha's looks before you, wet and dripping with her hands over her head as she grips the throw pillow above her.

You dip your head, tongue coming out as you start at her entrance before moving up, opening her folds.

Natasha's hands immediately fly to grip your head, fingers tangled in your hair.

"God," she fumbles as she hisses, "yes."

Natasha tastes absolutely divine to you. Her legs tense, her natural reaction to close, and you tighten your grip on her thighs to open them before you.

Natasha's making a mess of noises as you eat her out, tongue flattening, or lashing at her clit, or when you use your mouth to suck on her. Your hands eventually move to her hips as you begin to massage them.

Natasha lets out a cry as her hips buck instantly, the harsh wave of her orgasm rushing over her without warning. Her legs tremble by the intensity, and your mouth only allowing her to take it and ride it out.

Everything feels overly sensitive when you release her hardened nub, licking your lips clean as you come up.

Natasha's breathing raggedly, but you still kiss her, stealing the little air she has. Your arm slides under her neck, your hand gripping the back of her hair as you pull back firmly.

The kiss breaks, and Natasha moans. Your half on your side, pressed against Natasha as your leg hooks over Natasha's, pulling them slightly open. Your hand was massaging her hip before they slide back between her lips.

"I'm not done with you," you lower your head and bite her earlobe.

Natasha whines slightly at the pain and arousal.

"No, I can't anymore--" Natasha wasn't prepared for such an intense first orgasm, her sex feeling sensitive to the touch.

"Yes, you can," you breathe into her ear, already sliding her fingers between her folds, circling her clit when you reached the top. "Because look at you, Nat. I can smell how bad you want it. Your hips are moving with my fingers, just begging for me to fuck you."

Natasha screws her eyes shut, head-turning to the side away from you as if that would somehow subside what the dirty words do to her.

You press your lips at the edge of her jaw under her ear, and Natasha can feel you smirking against her skin. Your hand slides against her scalp to re-grip her hair.

"Don't tell me you thought you could get away with only cumming once."

A strangled moan hits the back of Natasha's throat as you slide your fingers down to her entrance, circling around it once before you thrust two fingers in roughly.

"I don't think I'll ever get enough of touching you now that I have," you murmur against her jaw. "I think I'm obsessed with hearing your thoughts about me."

You thrust with a consistent rough rhythm, driving Natasha's closer to the edge. With how overly sensitive Natasha was, it wasn't hard for you to draw her second release when you curl your fingers and use your thumb to press against her clit.

Natasha lets out a sharp whine. Your lips travel to her neck, resting on the vein as you let it thrum against your lips. Your eyes flutter as you focus on the blood rushing through Natasha's veins, taunting, and teasing you. You inhale her scent deeply as she reaches her peak and comes down.

Your grip on Natasha's hair releases as your arm slides until her head is resting on your bicep. You hand curls over, your fingers nudging Natasha to look at you.

She's still coming down from her high, unmeasured breaths escaping her as you press a quick kiss to her lips. Then press your lips against her nose lightly, her cheeks, and over her eyelids.

And when Natasha looks at you, you turn completely on your side as you help her turn with you, pulling her close.

Your hand rests on her neck.

Nose to nose with shared air, you confess to her.

"My love for you will always be more than one lifetime."

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The two of you fade in and out of sleep the rest of the night, Natasha wanting to return the favor to you, but you insisted another night with how exhausted you made her.

You spend the rest of the night naked on the couch, blanket over the two of you as you held Natasha in your arms. It was barely dawn, and the two of you were softly awake as you played with Natasha's hair lightly with one hand.

She lay in your arms, head resting in the crook of your neck, her hand draped over your stomach. Natasha decided she loved this intimacy more than anything as your other hand stroked her arm across your stomach.

You kiss the crown of her head.

"I love you," you say, and Natasha smiles.

"I know, I love you too," Natasha huskily murmurs and then swallows. "But I know you also want Wanda."

Natasha feels your hands pause, and she licks her lips before she sits up halfway to look at you.

You're frowning.

"Nat--"

"It's okay," Natasha cuts you off reassuringly.

"How is that okay?" You ask her frustratedly, pulling your hands away as you press them against your face.

Natasha rests on her side, lifting her hands to pull yours away from your sullen face.

She presses a kiss to your fingers. "Because I know your feelings for her don't mean that you have any less feelings for me."

Natasha sighs. "I don't blame you for wanting her. She is a curious little thing."

"You aren't jealous of her?"

Natasha lulls her head to look at you.

"I don't know if jealous is the right word," Natasha licks her lips before looking straight forward. "I suppose I don't really know what I feel about her still. Sometimes she drives me insane. She's as brazen as she is curious, and she doesn't even try to hide the fact that she wants you even though she knows we're together."

You open your mouth to speak, but Natasha turns to look at you again, giving you a look to not defend Wanda. You snap your mouth shut.

"But that being said, I know you want her, but you deny yourself of it," Natasha's eyes soften. "You like her when I know you can love her too, but won't let yourself because of me."

You start to deny it, but Natasha squeezes your fingers.

"I know you love me," Natasha tells you. "And because I love you, I don't want to ever be the reason you withhold your love. I think it's a wonderful thing you have such a great capacity to love."

Natasha smiles. "Your love is like..." Natasha tilts her head. "Like pie! You never take away slices; you simply create more pies."

You look at Natasha blinking before you finding yourself laughing.

"That's the weirdest analogy ever," you tell her, and Natasha only grins wider.

Then Natasha grows a little serious. "I'm telling you it's okay. So, promise me you'll talk to Wanda and let yourself experience what may happen."

You stare at Natasha for a long moment before you release a light sigh, bringing her hands up to press a kiss to her knuckles.

"You are much, much too good to me."

Natasha smiles.

"As I promised you, you have nothing to fear when it comes to loving me and letting me love you."

PART XIV

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