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whirlybirbs · 11 days

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BEYOND THE VOID — !

1. THE BEGINNING OF THE END.

( MASTERPOST | AO3 | SPOTIFY ) summary: torn from time yet again, it's thursday. six months pass. while you grapple with a newfound uncanny ability to premeditate, loki grapples with the fact he's slipping back into his old self without you. enter brad wolfe. now playing: a whole lots gonna change by weyes blood word count: 3.3k pairing: loki / f!reader, established in from the void, with love tags: enemies to friends to lovers, soulmates, we-are-in-love-in-the-future but how did that even happen, angst & comfort, redemption arc, lots of time travel, loki season 2 (2020) spoilers a/n: finally, they return in "beyond the void". i can't thank everyone enough for the unending enthusiasm for this little project of mine. it's fitting to have the first chapter release with an eclipse. this is for all of you :) the beautiful gif for this chapter is from this set by @tomshiddles.

"Okay."

There's a long stretch of silence between Darcy Lewis and Jane Foster.

In the liminal stretch of the apartment building's hall, there's little sound except the loud drone of some horribly, desperately sad song beyond the door of Unit 1131. The two women share a long look with one another, and then Darcy gestures urgently to the door.

"Go ahead," she nudges her colleague.

"What?" Jane asks in a harsh whisper, "No, you knock."

"You were the one that said we needed to do an intervention—" Darcy argues back in an equally low tone.

"Oh, so now this is on me?" Jane fires back, "She's our friend—"

"Our friend who has been babbling nonsense about things that have not happened and has been seriously obsessing with that Low-key dude—" Darcy rushes out, bringing her face closer to Jane's, "I don't even know what we're walking into here!"

Jane inhales. She pinches her brow. With a long rub of her face, she exhales. Then, she knocks.

She gives Darcy a 'happy?' look before stepping back and crossing her arms.

Almost immediately, the music stops. There's the sound of a shuffle. A meow. And then, the door opens only wide enough that one exhausted eye can peak through the chained gap.

"Heeeeeeeeeey, girl!" Darcy chides, waggling her hands in the air, "Surprise!"

On the other side of the door, your heart clenches.

It feels a little bit like a cruel joke, y'know?

All that wishing, begging, clawing to go home and — well... you are. You're home. You've been home. For six months, you've been home in New York City. You're back in that little studio apartment, with Sigurd, with your research, with your doctorate.

ALL I WANT TO DO IS GO HOME.

You try your best to give both Darcy and Jane a smile, but it comes out mangled and exhausted and not quite right. You've been crying. Sort of par for the course these days.

"Oh, uh... Hi guys."

Sigurd meows.

"You got a sec?" Jane asks, raising a folder in her hands, "We, uh... Erik gave us some new anomaly data to look over and we figured... you're the one for the job! Y'know? It's... kinda... your thing... have you been crying?"

Your eyes dart between them both. You wet your lips.

"No. Nooo, no. It's..." your mouth hangs open as you search for a reason, "...Allergies."

There's a beat of embarrassing silence, and then Darcy moves fast as lightning. She wriggles her arm through the gap and unlocks the chain — almost as if this is definitely something she's mastered before — before pushing her way through the doorway of your apartment. Jane follows close behind, and Sigard squawks as he scurries away from underfoot.

The infiltration is almost immediately regretted because... woah.

Like, big woah.

Darcy has seen crazy. Like, she has an Uncle on her Dad's side who is totally in on the whole "they're coming for our thoughts" thing and does not leave the house without at least six layers of Great Value tinfoil stuffed under his baseball cap. She knows crazy. She works for Erik Selvig.

But this?

This is, like, soooooo above her pay grade.

Jane's jaw is slack. The folder is immediately forgotten on the kitchen island in favor of the wall-to-wall documentation of... whatever the hell this was.

LOKI MISSING? in the center of it all, with string and equations and runes and news articles and tabloid pages. There's an alarming amount of photos of the God in question pinned up beside ramblings on... Time? And... Quantum mechanics...?

There's another loooooong stretch of silence. And then, Darcy and Jane both turn slowly to look at you pressed against the door.

You swallow.

Your face is set in horror.

"It's not what it looks like—"

"Uh, dude, it totally is what it looks like—" Darcy starts, stepping closer to the board and pointing a black, manicured finger at a paparazzi photo of Loki being carted off from the now-Avengers Tower, "What's with all the Loki paraphernalia?! Need I post a lil' throwback Thursday to when he tried to kill us all?"

IT'S THURSDAY AGAIN.

You wince. "You wouldn't understand—"

Then, it happens.

The same thing you've experienced dozens upon dozens of times these last six months happens again: A rush of chatter in your mind, a cacophony of whispers that claw at your thoughts and flood them with has-beens and will-be's. A million things all at once, a little bit of everything from all of time, and then— one thread. One thread that stands out against them all.

"Jane, don't."

Across the room, Jane's fingers pause on the contact number for that pretty S.H.I.E.L.D. agent they've met once or twice now — the one who is managing the Asgardian anomaly cases. With Loki missing, S.H.I.E.L.D. has been desperate to track him down. If this is a lead... If you know where he is...

Jane's face freezes.

Her brows knit.

Your face is split in panic. "I know you think calling Agent Hill is the right thing to do, but—"

"...How did you know I was...?" Jane's voice falls off, her eyes searching your face.

Your voice splinters as you step forward. "If you call Agent Hill, she is going to section our entire division within the week. Thor will be exiled from Earth on conspiracy four days later. We will sit in a cell for five years until they decide we have nothing to do with Loki's disappearance from Asgard."

Darcy's eyes bounce between you and Jane.

"Why are you saying all that like you know it's going to happen?" Jane asks slowly, putting her phone down and closing the gap between you. "Doc, what's going on?"

Your eyes flicker with fear.

And then exhaustion. The walls you've built to keep this away from the others crumble with one worried look from Darcy, and you crumple against the kitchen counter.

Your voice is far away.

"It all started that Thursday."

You thought it would be better now that someone knows.

Truth be told it might be more trouble than it's worth if not to soothe the burden of secrecy — because Darcy keeps treating you like a Magic 8 Ball that, when shaken, is going to spit out readings on the future.

It isn't that easy. I mean, if it was, you would have definitely done everything in your power to avoid the commute traffic this morning.

You don't know why it happens. Or how. You have a theory it has something to do with Alioth, but... without any sort of control, there's no way of knowing. All you know is that in those moments, you're presented with a weave of potential sequences. And in those moments, you can choose to act. Or not.

So far, acting seems to be the best course of action.

But, yea, no. No fortune-cookie-level stuff. No crystal ball, no tarot cards. Just... weird time-whispers. And a migraine that seems to never go away. And dreams. Really vivid dreams. Dreams that happen? And dreams that don't.

If it was a horoscope sort of thing, maybe you wouldn't have missed your morning bus after waiting in line at that coffee shop three blocks down. They always make your coffee a little too bitter, but the girl behind the counter is an NYU grad student you recognized from a mechanical engineering lecture you sat in on three months ago. You've got a soft spot for her. She's always nice to that guy in the baseball cap who seems unhoused.

You hope it all works out for her in the end.

But, Christ this coffee is bitter.

You buzz into Stark Labs at 9:37 am, and you're setting your stuff down at R&D by 9:43 am.

Bruce Banner looks up briefly from his work to slide you a welcoming smile. You return it gently as you settle down on your stool and reacclimate yourself to last week's work.

Mondays, man.

Tony is, as always, later than anyone else. His entrance is followed by the usual boisterous chatter meant as a morale booster. More often than not it's a genius-level comedy routine built on absolutely torturing Dr. Banner. You opt, more often than not, to refuse to enable the bad behavior.

Any laughter is buried deep into these readings from the Tesseract.

And so this has been home for the last four months.

Avengers Tower. R&D. Erik Selvig's Research Team. Theoretical Physics and Quantum Mechanics. Day in, day out.

No TVA, no TemPads, no Sylvie, no Mobius, no Capybaras.

...No Loki.

But, plenty of whispers.

It rocks you out of your focus, iced latte halfway to your lips as you're rooted in this little pocket of voices and threads and whisps of time. There's a thousand, then a hundred, then one.

Your voice is soft.

"Bruce, try the equation again."

From across the room, Tony's voice dies down and Bruce's eyes rise to meet yours. He points to himself, with a questioning raise of the brows.

You nod, then continue to take a sip of your coffee.

And so Bruce does. Wordlessly. And, after a minute, he looks up with a grin.

"So it was right."

"Woulda never known if Iron Dick over here didn't shut up for one second."

Tony's grin is bigger than Bruce's as he meanders over to your lab table and throws an arm around your shoulder. He squeezes you gently. You avoid his eye contact — and in doing so, you miss the momentary grace of concern.

(Tony has known you for a few months now. He knows you adequately enough to gauge that your triple-shot espresso should have been a sextuple. The bags beneath your eyes are dark. There's an edge there. Something jumpy. You're exhausted.)

"Now, that was mean."

"You're torturing him," you fire back lightly, non-the-wiser to his scrutiny.

"It's called exposure therapy—" Tony croons, leaning back and thumbing through some of the notes on your desk. You allow it.

Good. Still sharp. Still better than anyone else at what you do.

"Exposure to workplace terrorism?" You rib back with one cocked brow, "No offense, Bruce, but I like you better not green. Okay, Tony?"

"None taken!" Dr. Banner calls lightly from across the room. He's working on the second part of that equation now.

"Sure, sure, alright, Doc," Tony heads your words, raising both hands and stepping back, "I guess someone hates fun."

"Absolutely," you say blankly, chewing your straw; you point at him, "No laughter."

"None," Tony waggles a finger.

"Not a peep," you remark causally as you spin in your stool and snag your pen from the drawer behind you.

"Any news on the other green guy we hate?" Bruce asks slowly, eyes bouncing between you and Stark.

Your blood goes a little cold. Just like always. It's hard not to react — especially when that other green guy is all you think about day and night.

WHEN YOU LOSE HIM YOU WILL DO ANYTHING TO GET HIM BACK.

You wordlessly shake your head. You shrug. Bruce turns to Stark. Tony is hunched over his bench. His words are a bit muffled by the soldering project he's turned his attention to.

"None. According to Thor he just up and poofed. He was in the middle of atoning before the Buckingham of Asgard and... just warped on out."

So you've heard.

"Hill has been working every lead she can but... the Asgardians are a little touchy-feely on the whole 'earthlings in the domain of the Gods' thing."

"Understandable," you mutter absently.

Tony sits up. "Only time will tell."

...Indeed.

Home.

Unit 1131.

Lonely.

It wasn't before all this... It was full to the brim with contentment. It was comfort, it was bliss. It was indulgent mornings slept beneath the covers and bright music in the kitchen. Cheap wine from the liquor shop on the corner and homemade meals. It was "I finally made it".

Now, it's none of that.

Because he's out there — and you know that you don't belong here anymore.

You drop your bag by the door.

Your boots follow in a trail.

Sigurd mews expectantly, and you scoop him wordlessly into your arms as you weave through the chaos of papers and books. Your carpet is hidden beneath a layer of obsession masquerading as research.

But, there's one thing that pulls you back in each time.

It's that photo.

The one Darcy had pointed at earlier.

Loki is being carted off from the now-Avengers Tower. He's looking back at something, and his expression is broken.

It's you.

You know he's pleading with Thor at that moment through a muzzle, desperate to call your name. He's looking at you, being whisked away by S.H.I.E.L.D. as they clear the area, and your voice is silenced by grief.

You wish you had called out to him then — told him you'd find him again.

Regret is a hell of a thing.

Grief, too.

How do you mourn something you never really had? Not here, not in this timeline.

So you stand there, in the dim lights of your apartment, staring at the photo. And you cry. Just like every night, for the last six months.

In your desk, that magical little daisy made of grass waits.

If they find Sylvie, they find you.

That's the mission.

Mobius M. Mobius thinks it's funny — back then, man if only he would have known that lil' hunch of his was right. Maybe a part of him did. And... Now? Things are different. I mean, everything is different. The TVA is different.

Loki is different.

They say to be loved is to be changed an' all that.

The first thing out of Loki's mouth was your name when Mobius finally saw him again — and then a word vomit of panic, induced by the death of He Who Remains and... time-slippage as OB called it. Lotsa moving parts. Lots to keep track of. But, ultimately, they're in a better spot than they were yesterday.

1.) Loki is no longer falling through the metaphorical cracks in time.

2.) Mobius did not get toasted alive when standing before The Loom.

3.) He never, ever, ever has to do that again.

And now!

They're in London.

1977, huh. Zaniac.

If they find Sylvie, they find you.

...Unless you find him first.

Loki isn't exactly thrilled.

No, Loki knows better than to get his hopes up. Sylvie isn't here. He already told Mobius that. It's too safe. It's a damned movie premiere. There are no radiation burns, no falling stars, and no rampant gunfire. It's too quiet.

It's a movie premiere and you're out there, somewhere, alone. You're... you're lost. He can't protect you here. He can't protect anything. You... You're all he has and you're gone.

And he's here, wasting his damn time.

Brad Wolfe is about to waste more of his time.

Loki's gaze is sharp. His strides are long, and as they approach the fray, the God stands amongst the tallest of guests. He cuts a mean profile. It's times like these that Mobius remembers he is a God.

(It's times like these that Mobius can also see the ever-increasing edge in his partner-in-time. It's a little... worrisome. But understandable. I mean, rip a God's soulmate from his hands and see what happens, right?)

"So, he's an actor now?" Loki comments off-handedly, his irritation grating his heartstrings in a way that reminds him of who he was before all this. He hates it. But, he's angry. He will get you back. Without you...

Without you, he doesn't know what he'll do.

"Or he's undercover."

As they weave, Loki's brows knot in distrust. "Looks pretty real to me."

It smells like cigarettes and perfume, and the flashbulbs bite sharply into Loki's peripherals. The raven-haired trickster winces, tucking his hands into his slacks.

On the red carpet, X-5 moves from interview to interview. Occasionally his laughter rises above the clamor. Each time, Loki's nostrils flare and he rolls his eyes.

It's when he reaches the end of the line that Mobius moves in.

"Will there be a Zaniac Two?"

The look on Brad's face says enough for Mobius to know there's more going on here than just an undercover bit. Brad's laugh, as equally pained as his smile, just cements the fact.

"Mobius! Woah!" A clap on the shoulder, a big hug. "I used to work with this guy!"

Still a show. Still a weasel trying to survive on his little slice of time.

"We're going to need to catch up," he begins, backing up slowly, "You know, why don't we chat after the show?"

"How about now, maybe?" Mobius counters just as Brad turns on his heel and comes face to face with Loki.

The God sneers.

"Woah. Okay, ha, whole gangs here!" he chirps, "Isn't that... great? Wow. I mean, you look — you look great, Loki."

"Why thank you, Brad."

Brad's eyes are manic, and he's searching the crowd quickly — no doubt looking for an exit. Then, they catch something. When Brad claps his hands together and pats them on both Loki and Mobius' shoulders, the two TVA agents pause.

"Everything alright?" Loki asks, head tilting in faux concern.

"Everything is great, actually, because when I was here," he begins, words quick and anxious as he tries to weave some sort of story, "I met a mutual friend!"

"Sylvie?" Mobius asks tightly.

"No, no, uh, better—"

Loki's jaw tightens. Enough of this. "We have some mutual friends back at the TVA who would like a word, as well—"

"Doc!" calls Brad after finally finding her in the sea of people, turning on his heel and calling out over his shoulder, "I got people I need you to meet!"

And just like that, it's like Loki's whole world splits wide open again.

In the fray of photographers and journalists, in the fray of drinks and the haze of smoke, there's you. You're smiling at Brad, positively beaming. You're bright as a star and Gods, there's no one in the room when you step forward with a laugh.

Your dress is green. Your hair is different.

There's a beauty mark on your left cheek. His version of you has a scar that lies there. A mistimed gift from Sylvie before their period on Lamentis.

"Doc, these are some of my friends from work," Brad points, his hand falling along your waist in a way that makes Loki's blood boil; the ex-TVA Hunter leans close to your cheek, "They're the real deal."

You laugh into your drink, then extend your hand to Mobius. He's trying his best to hide his growing dread. "It's a pleasure."

Mobius takes it and shakes it gently. "And how do you have the pleasure of knowing our starlet, Brad?"

Damn it. He's losing Loki in real time here.

"Doc here did all the practical effects on set for Zaniac," Brad's eyes connect with Loki's — but the God is focused on only you... Her. Until Wolfe digs in with a low murmur meant to do just what it does, "She's a real wiz with her hands."

The God's face snaps. He will kill Brad, he decides. But, then this other-you moves to offer her hand and he can't help but melt.

His fingers are trembling when he touches her skin.

"Have we met before?" comes the soft lilt of her voice — this Variant's eyes are brown. They search Loki's face for a shred of recognition but all that's there between the two of them is raw attraction. A law of time and space unhindered by meddling hands. No matter where, no matter when, you will find one another.

Loki's mouth is dry. Your lipstick shade is a dark rogue. He thinks about that kiss back in the Void. He's stuck there, with your hand in his, when Brad bolts.

Her face contorts in confusion. She pulls away. But, Loki lingers.

He has to... He...

He needs you back.

Now.

#beyond the void #from the void with love #loki x reader #loki x doc #loki x y/n #loki reader insert #loki/reader #loki/you #loki imagine #marvel imagine #marvel reader insert #loki season 2 fic #marvel fanfic

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huggybearluvr · 3 months

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Y/n and Nico Hischier have a son together in which they take him to his first New Jersey Devils family skate day in which their son befriends Erik Haula's son

boyfriend | nh13

summary: You and Nico bring your 3 year old daughter, Mel, to family skate, and after a night of skating around with Erik's son, Henrik, She nearly gives her father a heart attack at the innocent question she asks.

a/n: So I am gonna have them have a daughter just cause I thought of the funniest idea.

Masterlist

You sat beside your daughter watching has your husband tied her skates.

"Are you excited for family skate, sweet heart?" Your husband Nico, asked looking up at your daughter.

She nodded enthusiastically, " So excited!" she squealed out with aa giggle.

Nico smiled at the girl, standing up to pick her up. He took your hand with his free one.

You all walked over to the ice. He placed the young girl down, stepping onto the ice. You took Mel's hand, "Go head, honey, take daddy's hand," You smiled down at the young girl.

She stpped forward taking Nico's hand, you following behind. You all skated around the rink before a young boy came over, following Jesper.

"Wanna skate wif me?" He asked Mel with a dorky smile plastered across his face.

She looked up to Nico, recieving a nod, as you both let go of her hand. She took the young boys hand skating off with him.

"Looks like they will be great friends," Jesper smiled as he skated beside you both.

"Yeah, it does," You smiled taking your husbands hand.

You and Nico watched as the young pair skated around the rink, ultimately deciding that Jack needed to be attacked.

You and Nico laughed as the pair latched themselves on to Jacks legs as he skated beside his brother.

"I love this," You smiled up at your husband who looked right back at you with a smile plastered on his face.

"I do too," He spoke before leaning over to kiss you.

Your peaceful skating was soon interrupted by Jack skating up to you both, "Your daughter bit me!"

"Good." Nico spoke solemnly," Someone needs to put you in your place," He joked, smacking Jack on the shoulder playfully.

As it was nearing 6:15, you had skated off the ice, Nico going to collect Mel so that you all could make it out to dinner before bedtime.

He scooped the young girl up in his arms,"You ready for dinner?" He asked with a smile on his face at her giggles.

"Mhmm sooo hungry," She stretched out. She gasped looking up to her father seriously as they joined you on the bench to remove their skates.

"daddy?" She spoke softly looking at her father.

"Yes?" He responded looking down at her.

"Can my boyfriend come to dinner with us?" She asked with a smile on her face, and begging eyes.

Nico nearly choked at the words. His eyes going wide and his face dropping. You swear he was having a heart attack at the innocent question.

You laughed, "I think that's a great idea, sweet heart."

Nico gulped, "Maybe-"

You cut him off, "I'll go talk to Henriks dad," You smiled standing up tucking your skates into the bag.

You walked over to Jesper.

"Whats with Nico?" He asked as he saw Nico looking like someone just told him the world was ending.

"Mel, asked if her boyfriend could join us for dinner," You laughed,"So would you guys like to join us for dinner?"

"Hell yeah, if it means I get to see Nico like that all night!" He responded with a laugh.

You walked back over as Mel ran right past you to talk to Henrik.

You walked over to your husband wrapping your arms around him. You looked up at him.

"My precious innocent angel, just asked me if her boyfriend could come to dinner," He spoke in disbelief.

"Relax Neeks, Their Three."

#smut #nico hischier #nico hischer x reader #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier blurb #nico hischier fic #nico hischier x y/n #new jersey devils #dad nico hischier

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florwal · 12 days

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yeah some people are just mean cause they can, you've done so much and you don't owe anything to anyone

+ i'm so happy you've been enjoying jut playing the game for yourself, i've just cleaned all my mods folder (don't ask how.) and planning to fell in love again with the game that i've been loving since i was 10 😭

if you wanna share some pics of what you're doing i'm super curious, but if you dont: just fuck them all 💋💋💋💋💋💋 kisses and hugs

i’ve been trying to play the complete opposite of what i normally would but i’m actually enjoying it a lot! i just cleaned my mods folder too it was A CHORE

the dad erik is a construction worker and he’s into all the outdoorsy stuff. he goes fishing a lot. he has the goofball trait and tries to be “the cool dad.” because in my head the parents were in the grunge/alternative scene when they were younger

the mom vivienne is a freelance writer and to make things easier for me she has the family oriented/neat traits because erik is a slob and makes the house dirty as fuck and i feel bad cuz she is ALWAYS cleaning up after him but their marriage is going great and they never fight so ? she seems happy to do it i guess lmao

they have a teenage daughter named bristol that’s super angsty and has the live fast aspiration from hsy so she sneaks out and gets into trouble at school a lot. she has a crush on her best friend marjane who’s been having a stay over at the house for a sims week so i’m like 👀 waiting to see if any autonomous romance will happen with them BUT bristol also has a crush on another girl from school so idk which one i want her to go to prom with and it’s stressing me out!!!

#house is by alerionjkeee! i have like all of her builds in my game #i let the game randomize their names #like their last name is briggs lmao #but i love them so much :’)#im excited for the baby so i can play with infants #also thank you you’re so sweet

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barely-coherent · 7 months

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What the Seduce Me Bros Call Their Daughters

Only daughter's because I was making them in the sims and all of them had daughters for some reason

James

Sweetheart, darling, cutie

Like his daughter is fussing or something cause she's tired and he picks her up like "Alright, sweetheart, Daddy's gotcha"

Tucks her into bed with a kiss on the forehead "Sweet dreams, cutie"

Or she's like babbling and he's like "Very interesting, darling"

He replies to her noises like a conversation

He's 100% husband material and 1000% dad material

Erik

He refers to your daughter as princess too

But there's a few like honey, lovely, stuff like that

"Hey Honey, time to wake up."

And any boy that even looks at her is like "Why are your dad's eyes gold?"

"They do that when he's angry."

He isn't above threatening children

Just be glad he isn't Sam...

Sam

SPEAKING OF SAM

Doofus is reserved for you only

He calls your daughter babygirl

Probably throws in a girly every now and then

She scrapes her knee and he goes "Up you go, there you are girly, can I have a smile from my babygirl?"

He was nervous as hell to be a dad but he's great

Matthew

I'm 100% he calls her sugar or something related to cooking

He once called her flower

And you were like "Oh, that's cute!"

And he was like "No, the baking ingredient flour"

He made her go in and tell you not to be mad at him

You threatened Simon Tabby with a seam ripper and thread scissors if he even dared touch her

Matthew storms in at one point like "Sugar, I don't want you hanging out with him anymore."

And it turns out he's talking about Simon Tabby because they teamed up to prank him

Damien

Mostly hun, sunshine or something like peanut

He was amazed at how small she was when she was born

That's probably why he calls her peanut

He melts whenever she smiles

"Whatcha smiling at, sunshine?"

Or like her favorite toy got broken and he doesn't see it immediately while she's crying

"What's wrong, peanut?"

And she's like BEGGING for a bed time story so he's like "Alright, wrote this one myself, hun."

#baby fever strikes again #mine.txt #seduce me erik #seduce me james #seduce me demon war #seduce me #seduce me the otome #seduce me matthew #seduce me damien #seduce me sam #void simps

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lina-lovebug · 27 days

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USM characters dating a villains daughter

- you were recruited into SHIELD based on your merits and smarts

- also including the fact that your dad was a villainous genius and wanted you farrrr away from all that mess

- you helped the team every now and then concerning tech stuff or hacking, and Spidey developed a crush on you

- you found him cute, having seen his face a few separate times, but knew that once he found out that your dad has made multiple attempts to clone his DNA and/or kill him then that crush would die

- it was a small accident from one of the other agents, but one that made you avoid Spidey for WEEKS

- "Oh hey Miss. Octavius" "Oh hey-"

- normally you'd let that slide but not when you were having lunch with Spiderman

- "Octavius? Like-?" "Wow, I'm late for a meeting. Bye!"

- it sucked too because you used to have a great relationship with your dad but his change and obsession over Spiderman drove you two apart

- you missed your dad

- each time you walked past the team training or happened to be in the same room as Spidey, you'd avoid him like the plague

- you would have kept doing that but suddenly found your hand webbed to your desk

- "You're avoiding me" "who said that?"

- after a long conversation that you weren't a spy or a weird creepy person trying to clone him, he let out a sigh of relief

- "And here I thought my crush on you was ruined" "yeah same here. . ."

- the team teased you both about that for the next month

- it's not everyday that you find out your dad is a terrorist

- okay not exactly a terrorist but one of the most dangerous men in the entire world to the point where they locked him in a prison without any metal

- yup, your father is Magneto

- it was fresh into your relationship with Danny when you found out. Your mom died when you were a baby, and you were adopted by an Agent of SHIELD

- it began to explain so much - your powers always have been strong, even for a mutant. You excelled in your strength and control, except for the few moments where anger woukd get the better of you

- you were scared to tell him. You had been dating for barely a month now, what if he got scared? Magneto brings fear to his name for a reason

- but you didn't have to tell him because Magneto had already found you. It's a strange thing to feel your child through your shared gene of controlling metal

- "(Y/N), I know I was never present before, but I never knew that you-" "Love, what's he talking about?"

- Magneto raised his brow at the green clad boy beside you and you rightfully began to p a n i c

- "I'm her father, and you are?"

- Danny is like 👁👄👁

- "You're not my dad. My dad is Agent (L/N), and as far as I'm concerned, the only person who knows me."

- and still, Danny is just 👁👄👁

- also okay my girlfriend didn't know that her dad is one of the few people I'm scared of

- After the initial blow up, you refused to talk to him. Erik Lensherr wanted to get to know you - to know the little girl he never knew he had even though this motherfucker has kids EVERYWHERE

- it was Danny who encouraged you to know him. You didn't have to force yourself to call him dad but you could atleast try to see if he's worth knowing?

- "How long have you been dating that boy?" "Oh, uh, a month now." "Hmm. . .he says strange things but I like him"

- He never saw it coming but Danny is the number one favorite of your adopted and biological dad. Yippee

- "When do I get to meet your dad, babe?"

"Uh. . .how do you feel about never? Also he's in prison, so not exactly the best meet up scenario."

- Luke knew you had a complicated relationship with your dad but never knew exactly how complicated

- first few years of your life, you were always on the road with him. You never thought much of the constant moving and new motel rooms every week - it was just a roadtrip

- until that roadtrip ended with your dad in custody and you cowering in the bathtub with claws and trying to act like a very scary person

- you looked like a spicy cat

- Luke was still curious though and since you weren't giving him much, he decided to sneak into the SHIELD database

- Sabretooth a.k.a Victor Creed who is sadistic and violent, and used to bring you on "roadtrips" which could have very easily ended up with you being killed

- also making Wolverine your uncle who didn't visit much himself

- "ooohh that's why she accidentally called Fury dad that one time"

- daddy issues to another level

- anyway

- Luke respected your decision not to see nor talk about your dad, now knowing that he never really cared about you

- it also made him realize why you were so avoidant when you first joined the team #likefatherlikedaughter

- but you were nothing like Sabretooth thank fucking christ and loved Luke, so he planned a dinner for you to meet his family

- and if you're wondering, yes, Victor found out you were dating whilst in custody and ended up destroying his prison cell

- oh yeah, Sam already knew

- you mean to tell me that a girl with green magical powers, a golden headpiece with horns AND who calls Thor "Uncle" is Lokis' Daughter?

- :0

- you weren't exactly subtle when it came to the few times the team and Loki butted heads

- "Dad, stop fighting my friends!" "They started it!"

- Meanwhile Sam over here like "Wow my crush is an actual Goddess"

- being half Frost Giant and half Asgardian came with perks, and one of those being that your body temp was always cold so Sam CLUNG to you during the hot summer days

- you and Sam were on the roof of the Hellicarrier when you confessed your feelings and out of excitement, Sam grabbed your face and kissed you

- spoiler alert: Loki also decided it was a perfect time to visit you

- so imagine your dad's surprise when he portals to Midgard to see his daughter and sees some mortal sucking her face off

- it was a very eventful and frightening evening for everyone, to say the least

- "Dad, I'm sixteen. I'm allowed to date" "that's like a fetus in Asgard. Come back to me when you're 500 and perhaps you can date"

- you dated anyway

- Sam didn't care that Loki is your dad, insisting he also wasn't afraid this bitch is terrified

- despite your differences, you do love your dad and he loves you, so you don't understand his hatred for Sam

- that was until Thor dropped the bomb

- as an Asgardian, you're immortal and Sam will eventually die. So Loki is terrified that one day you'll lose Sam and be left with nothing

- cue the mental breakdown

- "You did WHAT?!" "you weren't giving her answers, brother." "No but you've given her a crisis!"

- It was something Sam thought about from time to time but seeing you so heartbroken about it made him sad, and it kept you both distant

- Loki forced himself to talk to you, telling you to enjoy your time with Sam and if you wanted to one day - you could give up your immortality, if that's what you wanted

- after a long and much needed discussion, you came to Sam with the information. He felt bad that you'd have to surrender all that you were just to be with him, but you said:

"I'll still be who I am; I'll be the annoying magic girl who saved your ass"

- with a bonus of Loki admitting that Sam wasn't that bad he adored you two

- so like

- your dad is kinda fucked

- you just so happened to be the one who was somewhat sane

- you happened whilst your parents were casually dating, and while any other kid might want their parents to stay together, you were more than happy that your mom left

- your dad is Victor Von Doom and your mom? Hot asf Susan Storm

- Reed and Susan raised you away from him, and you inherited your own abilities from when Susan was caught in the storm in space

- you met Ava when the Fantastic Four visited SHIELD for some meeting, being the teenager dragging along because you've always admired your mom and dad's work

- Fury was eyeing you for your brains, considering bringing the matter up to Invincible Woman and Mr. Fantastic first

- after some debate, you were in and met White Tiger first and once she took off her mask, you were like "damn"

- "what?" "I-I mean, damn it's nice to be apart of the team"

- you both got along great, and she admired how smart you were and capable

- she asked you out and it had been a great few months, but you did receive a yell from Fury after he caught you two in the main tech area

- you weren't hiding it necessarily but it did shock her that you never told her, I mean, dudes number one for a reason

- "your dad is Doom?!" "Hes not my dad, he's my sperm donor - there's a difference"

- never in a million years did you consider Doom your dad. Reed raised you, and he called you his daughter from the moment you entered his life, so no - Victor Von Doom was not your dad

- she knew she touched a nerve, almost sounding accusatory, and apologized

- but she had no reason to, you reassured her, before giving her a kiss and asking if she wanted to come over for dinner to meet them

- she said yes :)

#usm x reader #ultimate spiderman #ultimate spiderman x reader #iron fist x reader #spiderman x reader #nova marvel

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just thinking and crying about a perfect world where erik, remy, and rogue can have a family together and they don't ever really need to question or know who the father is.

a little girl who has a hot mess of an accent, speaks in a mix of various regional dialects. both her dads are absolutely weak to her charms bc she takes after her mother so strongly. she even looks like her mom so short of her looking like one of them more as she ages or there's a dna test, nobody knows and none of them really want to know for certain.

erik just walking around with a toddler strapped to his chest while she just yells in a mix of baby talk and cajun french and attempts to throw cards at people just like her other daddy does, but she can't make them explode.

remy trying to teach her how to cook like he does and explaining in great detail to a lil beb that can barely understand him why you don't put tomatoes in gumbo.

who knows what her powers would even be but no way erik wouldn't be uncharacteristically excited whenever they finally manifest.

remy laughing like a maniac every time someone confuses erik for their daughter's grandfather while rogue tries to punch him in the arm.

maybe i need to draw this...

#romyneto #text post #xmen #xmen 97 #xmen the animated series #gambit/rogue/magneto #happiness AU #these two crazy kids and their hot DILF boyfriend deserve nice things

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randomshyperson · 1 year

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New Romantics - Final Chapter - Wanda Maximoff Series

Summary: Trapped in a loveless relationship that has cost her friendships, Wanda watches her senior year of school turn upside down after a party. She will make new friends and may end up learning that not every relationship is doomed to failure.

Warnings: (+16), straight and toxic relationships, making out, underage drinking, language, co-dependency, conversations about insecurity and self-worth, attempted romantic comedy, unrequited love at first, friends to lovers. | Words: 6.977k

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Chapter Six - The Last Romantics

Novi Grad, Thursday 04:20 pm

You hug Wanda as she leaves the schoolyard, and despite being quite self-conscious, you do it anyway. It helps to lessen the embarrassment of the teasing and curious audience of your friends because Wanda hugs you back with the same intensity.

Natasha makes a sarcastic comment about your presence on the school campus that makes everyone laugh, but you can barely catch it because Wanda is brushing her fingers against yours as she breaks the embrace, as if considering holding your hand before losing her nerve. You wish with all your heart that she would have done it.

"Maximoff, great news about the party by the way." Yelena comments before everyone can say goodbye in the direction of their homes. "My lovely girlfriend is willing to be the host."

The group celebrates, and Wanda absentmindedly thanks them, much busier noticing your presence next to her. Somehow, you become comfortable enough to stay close to her, arm to arm that allows Wanda to feel your warmth. It feels nice, she reckons, before feeling very silly and almost pathetic about something so minor and probably insignificant to you.

When the group says goodbye and Pietro is talkative, he ends up between the two of you, guiding the way to the car. It's awkward at first, not just because of him, but because Wanda kind of hoped to have more time to talk to you alone before realizing that she would probably make a fool of herself if she tried, realizing how nervous your presence affects her.

Luckily, Pietro still knows his sister like no one else and has an easy time making her comfortable. Whether he did it on purpose or by accident, engaging in a conversation where he basically got you and Wanda to start sharing common tastes, he says nothing. He busies himself with driving home while you and Wanda laugh in the back seat at the countless similarities and differences between your opinions on art, music, or cinema.

It has been a long time since Erik has heard his daughter come into the house laughing like that. It's really refreshing. He looks up from the TV and sees Pietro opening the door for the two other people and raises an eyebrow in curiosity.

"Good afternoon, papa." It is the boy who greets first, still testing the waters with his father since the last dinner. Luckily, Erik is curious enough to focus on the latest discussion, and stands up, wiping the bread crumbs from his afternoon snack to greet his twin's friend in the living room.

"Good afternoon, children."

You smile awkwardly once meeting his curious eyes, standing just one step behind Wanda, who speaks first.

"Dad, you remember Y/N, right? From school." And it is something in Wanda's look, anxious and expectant, that makes him understand immediately that you are not just a friend. Erik nods and smiles in understanding, making Wanda blush.

Erik tries to disguise it, and holds out his hand for you to shake briefly. "It's a pleasure to see you again, finally for that dinner right, Miss?"

The atmosphere becomes pleasantly friendly after that. It is Pietro who offers to cook because he knows Erik would do it and it is a good opportunity to talk to his father alone. You don't see him exchanging a wink of encouragement with Wanda because you are taking off your coat to hang it up.

"Come see my room while they cook." It is her suggestion and you nod timidly, following her around.

Wanda's house is very nice and cozy, and you comment something like that, receiving a meek gratitude in return. Wanda doesn't know why she feels so anxious, but then, she thinks she knows exactly why.

The same second you step into rock posters and feminist and communist shine letters and black and white pillows and a dozen other pop references scattered around the room, you chuckle.

"Damn, it's so you here." You comment with a hidden excitement, your hands leaving your pockets to trace CDs and photographs. "I love it, Wands."

The brunette just stands near the door, biting her lip as she watches you wander your eyes - and fingers - curiously through her things. Her heart racing in her chest that she tries to calm down.

It's only you, she keeps telling herself. Over and over again.

"And who is this?" You ask suddenly, ducking down to the little creature that woke up when you stepped close enough.

Wanda smiles, closing the door as she approaches you before deciding to sit on the bed. "This is Chaos. Say hello to Y/N, you lazy cat." The creature meows in the same instant, making you chuckle as it reaches out a hand to stroke him, causing the cat to purr and turn over on the bed orange like its fur.

"He's so adorable, Wands." You comment. "Why Chaos, though?"

She smiles nostalgically. "He used to be very playful when he was a kitten." She explains. "He caused chaos, hence the name..."

You chuckle small in understanding, sliding your fingers between the cat's ears. "He's a good cat now, aren't you Chaos? Cutie kitten."

The playfulness makes Wanda notice your fingers, however, and because you know her well enough, you catch her looking. You clear your throat gently and hide the bandaged hand in your pocket before turning back to look at Wanda's study table.

A few random papers catch your eye - and as the brunette builds up the courage to ask about the fight, you read on, and end up speaking before she does.

"I didn't know Vision was a Skam fan."

The sudden mention of her ex-boyfriend makes Wanda frown in confusion. You turn your face to her the same minute she asks, "What?" You chuckle, also holding up the paper you were reading. It takes Wanda a moment to recognize it. "Oh, this is an old politics homework of his. He gave it to me so I could get some inspiration for a history paper, I think..."

You let out a laugh through your nose, shaking your head. "Except it's not his speech." You say vaguely. "It's from a Norwegian show, Wands. The whole thing."

Wanda takes a few seconds to realize it and only ends up chuckling shortly before standing up and approaching you to take the paper. "I'm not surprised that he received a lack of authenticity from the admissions reviewers." She comments, looking at the paper before crumpling it. With a sigh, she tosses it into the nearest can before looking at you again. "Not that I care. ‘Cause he and I, well we've been over for a while. I just needed to make it official."

You nod, swallowing dryly at the proximity between you now. Wanda, though she shares your shyness, delights in the redness in your cheeks, which seems to increase if she looks at you for more than two seconds.

You try to clear your throat to calm your nervousness, mumbling something about the last topic, but Wanda barely catches it - She's busy sliding her hand to your wrist, inside your pocket to pull your hand out. You gasp softly, but let her.

"Let me see how it is." She whispers, and you bite the inside of your cheek, looking away as she holds your hand, tracing the skin with the other.

The bruise is quite fresh and sore, but it is covered by bandages made in the nurse's office. Still, Wanda can trace over them, aware of how you are trembling.

She sighs and searches your gaze. "You didn't have to do that, you know? Get in trouble because of me." She scolds you in a way, but you only deny it stubbornly, looking at her as well.

"There's no way I'll let you blame yourself for that." You retort. "I got in trouble because the board is more concerned with securing funding from rich families than ensuring a safe environment for students. Vision is nearly a sociopath, and knocking out some of his teeth was a pleasure."

Wanda chuckles softly, but only for a moment. She knows that she is still holding your hand and that you have just gotten closer to her, intentionally or not, she would like to know.

"You were totally defending my honor though." She takes courage to tease, looking and smiling at you in a way that makes her as nervous as you are. "Very charming."

You chuckle shyly, looking down. "Stop flirting with me, Wands, I might..." You fall silent, affected, and Wanda feels her heart leaping in her chest.

"You might?" She insists expectantly, and she thinks you won't have the courage by the way you look away, and let go of her hand. But suddenly, you just take courage and step forward, bringing your lips together in the blink of an eye.

Wanda's face burns, and in surprise, she gasps affected against your lips, hot and needy on hers. Everything from grabbing your shirt for some support as she kisses you back to breaking apart with a breathless sigh must last less than five seconds.

You rest your forehead on hers, one hand on her cheek, as your uncompensated breaths mingle.

"Sorry, I should have asked." You murmur in a hoarse, affected whisper toward her. "I just couldn't help myself. You've been driving me crazy, Wands. I can't stop thinking about you, it's like a broken record in my head with your name on it."

Her heart pounds in her chest and Wanda is sure you can hear it too. When she speaks, it is in the same affected tone as yours. "Yeah, that's pretty mutual." She confesses with a breathless smile. "I've been thinking about kissing you since the auditorium." She whispers, closing her eyes. "Maybe even before, in the cafeteria when you said I was..." But Wanda falls silent, embarrassed, and that makes you chuckle lightly and pull away, looking at her with sparkling eyes.

"I called you my muse, didn't I?" you tease, enjoying the way her face blushes before she hides it in your collarbone with a shy grunt. You chuckle. "It was kind of cheesy don't you think, I feel silly."

Wanda frowns, almost indignant. "It wasn't! I thought it was lovely!" She assures you while playing with the collar of your shirt with both hands. Then there is a smile playing on her lips. "Maybe a little precipitated, but definitely adorable..." She teases, and you extend your tongue to her before you share soft laughter.

She doesn't know when the soft atmosphere changes to palpable sexual tension again, but it happens in a second. Your mouth is back on hers with force, and she kisses you with the eagerness she has been holding onto for so long. You slide your tongue across her lower lip until she allows you to slide yours together, and the sensation makes her head spin and she forgets about the rest of the Maximoff family in the next room.

It is Wanda who grinds herself into you, pulling you as close as she can as if she wants your bodies to merge and successfully cause you to lose your mind for a moment. You pin her against the study table, hip to hip, skin burning like hers as you lower your hot, desperate kisses to the neck of the tightly closed-eyed girl who gasps at every movement of your mouth on the sensitive skin of her neck.

It's a tragedy to be interrupted, but it's good luck that it was only by someone knocking over a pan in the kitchen than a moment of embarrassment with one of Wanda's relatives opening the door.

The noise wakes you both up at once, and Wanda has to laugh at the way you freeze on top of her as if expecting Erik to be at the bedroom door ready to put you in jail.

With the sound of her laughter, you giggle softly too, trying to calm yourself on her neck.

"Fuck, sorry, I wasn't thinking." You excuse yourself courteously, pulling away to look at Wanda and her dark eyes and puffy lips, and have a great urge to start another session of hot making out with her at the same instant.

"Stop apologizing for doing something I was dying to do." Wanda replies in a husky voice, her hands adjusting the crumples in your clothes, "We just have to remember to lock the door next time."

You bite your lip, looking at the most beautiful girl in the world right in front of you, trying to wipe the smeared lipstick off your faces. "Next time?"

Wanda almost gets confused, but realizes your taunting her and eventually decides to return the same coin. She licks her lips, drawing your attention back to her mouth before smiling.

"Yeah, and I hope your fingers are healed by then, so you may use them." She retorts without hesitation, so abruptly that it takes a moment for you to understand what she means. When you do, you melt - Grunting affectedly at the mental image and squeezing Wanda against the table by the waist, gasping into her mouth as you kiss her again.

Before either of you can surrender to the sensation, little Chaos is brushing between your ankles, bringing you back to reality just in time for Pietro to appear at the bedroom door. Luckily, he knocks first and gives you and Wanda enough time to work on your appearances before he comes in to say that dinner is almost ready and that Erik warned about keeping the door open.

Novi Grad, Thursday 07:45 pm

"Thank you for doing that." You say as soon as you are outside the house, after the most lovely dinner with Wanda's family. She has just closed the door and looks at you curiously. "That was nice of you." You add.

You're talking about Wanda sharing with her father the whole story of the fight, and how upon hearing your side, Erik agreed that the punishment was unfair and that no consequences had been taken for the bullying situations for which his daughter had faced in recent months. The conversation would still go on for the Maximoffs as Wanda kept the whole thing a secret from her father but you felt it was time to go back home, to give them as much privacy as possible. Erik also assured you that he would be calling the principal and for that, you were thanking Wanda again.

She didn't hesitate to approach you. "That's the least I could do for my knight in shining armor, don't you think?" She jokes, and when you laugh shyly she takes the opportunity to hold your waist, preventing you from pulling away. "Hey, no need to thank me. Seriously, it was no problem at all. You have my back, and I have yours."

There's a sudden insecurity in your chest, and you let it take over your mind in that instant, and so the words that come out are, "That's what friends are for, I guess."

You regret them of course. It even sounds ridiculous from the way Wanda is holding you, but you think you are lucky that she knows you well enough and understands what the situation has been like for you. Your confession is weeks old, and she still hasn't said anything that would really make her feelings official and more important, reciprocal.

But still, she hesitates and swallows dryly at letting you go, and you feel as awkward as she does. "C-come on, I'll take you home."

But you only manage to walk to the elevator in silence. "Maybe I should take the subway." You suggest, and Wanda glances at you before turning away to the door.

"Is that what you want?"

You swallow dryly. "I just want you, Wanda." You confess then, and she looks at you the same second the elevator doors open. At the lack of response, you sigh and step inside, offering a sad smile as you meet her gaze again. "See you around."

You press the ground floor instead of the garage, and she only has half a second to react and manage to stop the door from closing with her hand. You look at her with confusion, but Wanda walks in and grabs your face with both hands, kissing you so hard it makes you stumble backward.

There is no way to correspond properly, because she releases you at the same speed she grabbed you, gasping before clarifying:

"If I didn't make it clear before, I will now." She begins in an affected voice. "I am completely in love with you. And I can hardly believe that you tried to be just my friend because when I think of not having you, not kissing you, I think I might die. So, no, Y/N, I don't want to be just your friend. It has to be more than that."

You nod with an affected gasp. "Yeah, I'd love that. Whatever you want me to be, Wands, I just want to be in your life."

She smiles, narrowing the distance between your faces considerably. "Good." That's the last thing she whispers before she breaks the distance, kissing you with intent. Your hands squeeze her waist and gently ride up her dress on her thighs by the movement before the elevator door closes.

Novi Grad, Friday 09:21 am

Wanda had a stupidly silly smile on her face all morning, barely able to concentrate on any class because you kept invading her thoughts at every moment.

Of course, Pietro tormented her the whole time about this along with her friends as soon as they heard that you had been to her house for dinner, and she didn't miss the opportunity to flee to the outside yards in an attempt to escape the teasing, and as a bonus, to have the opportunity to check the messages you had sent while she was trying to pay attention in Biology class.

But to her momentary disappointment, the last message had been viewed just before she came in for her first class, and you had not sent any more. Her cell phone vibrated however, Natasha and Pietro wanting to know what she had gotten herself into, and Wanda, figuring it was just another attempt to mock her and her lack of ability to hide her in love state, ignored them during the break for the entire time, until she had to return to class.

She was eventually surprised in the north hallway ahead of the chem lab when she was checking her cell phone prior to entering the room.

"Wanda!" Called a voice she knew well. The brunette turned around just as Jean Grey, surprisingly friendly, reached her. She was so astonished that she put her cell phone away in a very clumsy manner, smiling awkwardly at her former friend.

"Hey, Jean."

The redhead forced a half-embarrassed smile, and Wanda knew immediately that she knew what Eve and she talked about. Adjusting a strand of hair, the redhead sighed as if to take courage and declared:

"Look, Eve told me you too talked." She began, "And it doesn't have to be weird, okay? I'm terrible at apologizing, clearly, but after everything that happened, I realized that I was wrong in this story too. I was very cruel to you, not for what you did, but for the way I felt, and you had no power over that. So there you go, I'm sorry. Can we put that behind us?"

Wanda nodded after her moment of absorbing the whole thing, shifting the weight of her feet as she looked at the redhead.

“Yeah, sure…”

But Jean cut her off, kind of excited or desperate, like if she didn't say it all at once, she would lose her nerve: "And look, not that this is the reason I'm apologizing, because it's not, I really feel bad about the whole thing, but if it's no bother, tell your girlfriend that we're cool with each other again and she doesn't have to cancel the mural. I was really counting on it and I can't get another artist on time-"

Wanda shook her head, confused, "I'm sorry, what are you talking about?"

The school bell rang, and Jean sighed hesitantly, leading the way to the classroom with a nod. "Y/N didn't tell you about the mural she's going to make for me? For the mid-year party. She agreed to do for half the box office to her group, so we spend all the money on the other stuff and the Principal won't let us pay another artist with our own money, something about school responsibility or whatever." Jean explains on the way, not realizing she is about to sit next to Wanda as she always did, years before. "And well, Y/N is quite talented. But I guess after the suspension things changed. She texted me, saying that with the whole thing between you two she didn't feel comfortable having someone that treats the girl she likes badly so we ended up talking more and she was understanding how I felt but also didn't want to let things get awkward between you two..."

"Jean, it's okay." Wanda cuts in with a half-confused laugh, sitting down next to the redhead on one of the chemistry stools. "I'm going to go talk to Y/N. Tell her we worked it out, and don't worry about the mural. Maybe I'll even help her finish it."

Jean's eyes sparkle fondly. "Oh, I didn't know you were back to painting."

Wanda shrugs, a soft warmth on her cheeks.

"Yeah, kind of." She murmurs shyly. "Since I met her, actually."

The redhead smiles, taking her notebooks out of her backpack. "That's adorable, Maximoff." She teases softly, causing Wanda to smile.

They fall into a comfortable silence as the room fills with students, and neither says anything about being chemistry partners again.

Novi Grad, Friday 11:54 am

You are chuckling at a joke Pietro told you when Wanda spots you. She has to divert her attention from Jean Grey, who hasn't left her side since chemistry class, falling back on her friendship as if no time had passed even if she was in fact, updating Wanda on everything she missed while they were bickering. The brunette pushed all excitement of having her friend back at once away, suddenly worried about your presence at school during your suspension.

As soon as she realized she wasn't being heard, Jean followed Wanda's gaze to the outside yards and let out a soft chuckle.

"Talk to you later, okay? Maybe at Bishop's party." Said the redhead, squeezing Wanda's arm gently in farewell and the brunette nodded before hurrying her step towards you, almost outside the school.

You stopped giggling softly, meeting Wanda's gaze halfway and waving to her as quickly as your cheeks flushed at the glimpse of the memories of the night before, still so fresh in your mind. Wanda smiled, something in your posture reassuring her first impressions of your presence, and once she was close enough, she didn't have to think about what to say, because her twin did it first.

"You finally showed up, sestra! We've been trying to talk to you all morning." Pietro commented, but Wanda was more busy entwining an arm around your waist - Making you feel grateful for the school wall you were sitting on by the way your body shuddered.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" she asked softly, ignoring her brother or her friends' teasing giggles, the hand that wasn't on your waist playing with the buttons of your social shirt. Green irises looked at you in expectation, and you felt like breaking the distance between your faces, deciding only to push your tongue to the roof of your mouth in a thoughtful expression, that actually served to calm your heartbeat.

"I have some good news and some bad news." You stated then, and Wanda raised an eyebrow. "Which would you like to hear first?"

"The bad one, of course." She retorts without hesitation. Yelena makes some comments about the two of you being nauseatingly adorable, but neither of you pays her any attention. The group goes back to talking to each other, and it's as if you and Wanda are in a private bubble. Your arm adjusts over her shoulder, narrowing the space between you, and it's perfect.

"Now that we're happening, I'd like to spend all the time with you but that's going to be practically impossible." You informed and Wanda felt her stomach drop immediately. She then assumed why you were here - to say goodbye and that you had been deported. Seeing her expression, you chuckled softly, using your free hand to press against her frowning forehead. "May I say the good news, now?"

"Yes, please." Wanda asked almost in tears.

"Your father actually called the school and convinced the principal to withdraw my suspension." You counter, ignoring Wanda's relieved sigh to continue speaking with a smile playing on your lips. "I just left Fury's office. He signed me up for community service for the next four weeks, and while it's better than losing my visa, I was hoping to take you out for a date."

Wanda giggles half tearfully, but now they are tears of happiness. "So you're not leaving?"

You shake your head, and only have time to smile before Wanda advances against you, kissing you on the mouth with intensity.

Your friends make a chorus of celebration, but you can barely hear them, everything other than Wanda and her soft lips being of little importance.

Novi Grad, Sunday 8:40 pm

The walls of the Bishop Mansion vibrated with the sound of the loud music all around, full of teenagers dancing to the same rhythm. Wanda made her way through the crowd, one hand holding a half-empty glass, the other her cell phone.

She reread your message when she found a less crowded hallway "I'm coming" sent almost forty minutes ago. You were late and Wanda hated it because two boys had already flirted with her and she only wished she could have told her friends she couldn't make it and stayed home with you under the covers, watching a movie or maybe doing something else.

Distracted by the chat, now full of messages since you two had become a thing, Wanda smiled at the last picture she had sent you - the painting you had given her on Saturday that had her face on it, now occupied a place on her nightstand.

The door to the house opened again, and among the small group that entered, you, Romanoff, and Belova arrived with cases of beer, and Wanda stepped away from the wall almost in the same second, making her way to you.

"Jesus, it's like we are invisible," Natasha commented wryly as Wanda walked past her to greet you with a kiss on the lips that left you with a silly expression on your face and caused a laugh from Yelena who left asking where her girlfriend was around the party.

Wanda is aware that she didn't leave your side after that, hand in hand between kisses and stolen glances, while you two joined your friends, drinking and laughing together all night long.

After so many hours at the party, you were both getting too drunk, and consequently too needy. And drunken making out in the back of Pietro's car was not the original plan but was very welcome.

When Wanda struggled with her own blouse between one breathless kiss and the next, you both fell into giggles, the mood changing from hot tension to sweet affection. Wanda didn't get off you, thighs on either side of your hips, but stopped kissing you, trying to calm her breathing and not blush so much over your, albeit drunk, very passionate gaze.

"Let's go back to the party, Wands." You asked in a husky voice, your fingers caressing the warm skin of her waist under her blouse.

With alcohol affecting her judgment, Wanda sighed as she leaned in, soft kisses against your jaw. "You don't want this?" She returned with a gentle thrust against your hips, the friction almost making you quit resisting. But you both tasted of alcohol, and you didn't want the first time between you to be that way, just as you knew Wanda wouldn't either if she were sober enough to say so.

"Not today." You manage to respond affected with soft kisses on your neck. Wanda hesitated immediately, pulling away to search your eyes and you offered a reassuring smile. "We won't have drunken sex in your brother's car on our first night, Wands. I would like… to make love to you."

"Oh." She murmured shyly, feeling her body warm with the attention and affection. You smiled, half embarrassed, wrapping your arms around her.

"Is that too cheesy?" You ask in a mixture of embarrassment and insecurity. Wanda denies it immediately, straightening up to look at you again.

She thought about how sex had been so far for her - Always rushed, never really caring about her needs.

Swallowing dryly, she told you in a low voice: "No one ever cared about me like that."

You didn't judge her for her partner choices, offering her a soft smile as you rubbed your noses together. "Well, I do. I'm quite in love with you, actually, have you heard?" You huskily joke, getting a giggle out of her. But despite the lightness of the moment, you are firm in adding. "And of course, that doesn't mean we have to do anything. Only if you want to, when you want to. And sober, please."

Wanda bit back a chuckle, stealing another long kiss before putting distance between your faces again.

"I bet it'll happen in your studio." She teases and you grunt softly, imagining for a moment Wanda lying on a blank slate, with only ink covering her skin.

You close your eyes. "Hmm, you promise?" You retort playfully, even though the image is vivid in your mind. She giggles hoarsely, murmuring in agreement before kissing you sensually, bringing a new shiver to your body.

The garage has a loud sound of music coming from the rest of the house again as someone opens the door, and you and Wanda only have time to break the kiss before a male voice shouts from outside:

"YOU BETTER NOT BE DOING WHAT I THINK YOU'RE DOING IN MY CAR, WANDA!" Pietro's exclamation caused you and Wanda to burst into laughter, jumping away from each other and fleeing out the opposite door of his car.

Novi Grad, Thursday, 7:32 pm

In the room dimly lit by the lamp on Wanda's bedside table, two figures were giggling together under an improvised blanket fort. You went to the Maximoffs for dinner, and after that, somehow you and Wanda ended up on the carpet in the bedroom with blankets over your heads.

The jacket with the Novi Grad community service team symbol on it was hanging on one of the chairs, and you were wearing a loose white shirt with a couple of sweatshirts, looking so comfortable that Wanda could only resist the urge to snuggle into you for the rest of the night.

"Okay, the next one is..." A brief pause, for you to look past the card to the girl sitting across from you. "What's your favorite color? Wait, I know this one. Red of course." You complete with a chuckle before Wanda can answer, giving her a wink about how much red (now also on her cheeks) is in her room, present even in the blanket over your heads. "I'm entitled to another question."

Wanda chuckles. "You're making up new rules."

You shrug, returning the letter to the pile and assuming a thoughtful expression for a few seconds.

"Let me see... Do you think I'm a good kisser?"

Wanda immediately chuckled, indignant at the question. She grabbed one of the pillows and tried to hit you, but you grabbed the item easily, also laughing as you justified that it was a very valid question.

With a roll of her eyes, she murmurs with rosy cheeks, "The best. Can I have my turn now?"

You smiled, thanking her with a teasing tone before nodding for her to ask the question. You had been at this game for a good few minutes, with random questions to learn more about each other, and it had been incredible.

Wanda read the card and was a little hesitant, which drew your curiosity immediately. "Where do you see yourself in five years?"

You chuckled, shrugging, half confused at her expression. "Is that a bad question, Wands? You know I'm not a very good planner..." You tried to joke, and she, though she gave you a weak chuckle, returned the card to the pile and hugged one of her legs.

"I just..." She began, sighing in frustration before meeting your gaze again. "I know we just started, but I can't help but think about what it's going to be like when school's over. I don't even know what college I'm going to, whether I'm going to stay in Sokovia or not. And then there's Pietro and all that stuff about being a dad new year. And well, there's you. And I really like you, Y/N, and I don't know what will happen to us if we are apart. And thinking about it just makes me want to cry."

She almost was, actually. The tears in her eyes that she quickly wiped away made your chest tighten. You sighed, adjusting yourself to move closer to her and pass an arm around her.

"Hey, it's okay, these doubts are normal to happen." You begin. "To be honest, I'm scared too."

You confess, and when Wanda looks at you, you offer her a small, assured smile, adjusting her against your chest. "Yeah, I think about that. I'll be like 'man, I'm with the most amazing girl in the world and if I somehow don't screw this up, I still run the risk of having an ocean between us before I can make her my wife,' of course it's just a distant thought..." You have to add the last hurried part, your cheeks burning as Wanda looks at you with surprise. "Anyway, I just want to say that I understand, Wands. It's normal to be afraid, but if you ask me, that's good, because it means that what we feel is real. Even if it all goes wrong, it will have been one of the most intense things I've ever felt." You finish your confession with a shy chuckle, turning away from the green irises that stare at you adoringly. "Sorry, I'm just venting..."

But Wanda merely leans in, kissing you hard at the first moment and causing you to lose all line of thought before sighing into your lips, slowing to look at you again.

"We don't apologize for saying what we're feeling, do we?" She reminds you with a small smile, which you can only answer with an affected nod. She kisses you slowly then, her tongue sliding into yours and successively chilling your whole body. "I agree with you, you know?" She asks between one kiss and another, moving almost impatiently to straddle your lap. Your hands go to her hips immediately, and her sighs begin to grow heavier. "I've never felt the way I feel with you with anyone else."

Her hand firm itself in your hair, dominating the hot kiss she gives you, and you gasp into her mouth, instinctively pulling her against your hips. The friction makes her see stars and practically whimper on your tongue. The sound, though delicious, brings you back to reality - The ajar door of Wanda's room popping into your mind.

The girl on top of you rolled gently over your lap and it took all mental control to break the kiss and hold Wanda - now breathing out of rhythm - in a plea to stop.

"Wands, the door." You reminded her as affected as she was, and it took a moment for her to push the lust away and nod in understanding, choosing to calm her own nerves by hiding her face against your collarbone. You smiled, stroking her back with one hand, and mimicking her attempt to normalize her breathing.

"I don't want to lose this." She confesses a moment later, so low you barely hear. But you do, and you swallow dryly, passing your other arm over her so that you are hugging each other completely. "I really like you too, Y/N."

You smile, closing your eyes. "And I'm right here, Wands. I'm not going anywhere."

"But-"

"Shh, sweet girl." You cut her off gently, moving your fingers to the strands of hair, playing with them. "I'm here now. We don't have to think about tomorrow, not for today or until school is out. How's that sound?"

Wanda adjusts herself over you to face you, and once they are face to face, she smiles. "It's perfect." She murmurs before kissing you, and you blush knowing that she's not just talking about the proposal but about you as well.

Sokovia International Airport, Saturday 2:46 pm.

Months later.

"Did you check if everything is right with the luggage? And the tickets? Pietro for the love of god, don't let Crystal carry any luggage, she's pregnant, you silly boy..."

The group laughed at Erik's practically desperate instructions around them, checking for the tenth time that nothing had been forgotten by his youngest daughter. That part of the lobby was packed with people - All graduates of Novi Grad High School, class of 2021.

While most were making the last online records on Instagram of Wanda Maximoff's farewell to New York University, you were kissing her on the lips in one of the far corners of the airport, having taken advantage of your friends' confusion and your father-in-law's anxiety to have a few minutes of privacy with your girlfriend.

Wanda gasped in a giggle embarrassed by the public place as you kissed her eagerly, one of your knees pressed under her dress making her flushed.

"Babe, I have to go..." She reminded between kisses, and you grunted softly, sharing her unwillingness to stop the whole thing. You exchanged another quick kiss until Wanda had her hands on your shoulders and you were looking at her in a bewilderedly passionate way.

"Did I mention I'm proud of you?" you questioned then, and she smiled embarrassed, pretending to be pensive.

"Hmm, only about a hundred times..." She leans in, kissing you again and again until you hear the group begin to look for you and sigh.

Just as Wanda moves her hands away, you hold up one of them. "First, I have something for you." You say, pulling out of your back pocket a pamphlet you've kept. The semester schedule for the Arts course was described there, and Wanda smiled, grateful for the dedication you had in looking for this. But when she opens the pamphlet, there is something stuck to the paper. A red ring.

"It's beautiful, babe..." She compliments it immediately, excited and affected. She takes the ring off the paper to put it on and then raises her eyes at you. " What's it for?"

"It's for you to remember me by." You answer meekly, making Wanda smile.

"I won't forget you, ring or no ring, I assure you." She teases, and though you chuckle, you look at her with an intensity that almost makes Wanda worry.

Sighing, you clarify: "No, Wands, I mean... if New York is amazing, and somehow, you become a different person there, because these things happen, you know, I want you to keep this ring. To remember me even if you don't need me anymore..."

"Babe-"

The group approached you. Erik with the warning that the departure time was near. Wanda nodded and asked for just a moment more, and as soon as they all moved away again, she held your hand in hers.

"I love you, Y/N." She assures looking you in the eye, understanding the doubts and insecurities that you both knew might show up the day she finally left, weeks after she had received the answer that she had been accepted into the late application program for NYU.

"I know, I love you too." You retort in a mixture of affection and sadness. "And it's okay if it passes, Wands, that's what I'm saying."

She shakes her head, using her free hand to caress your cheek. "It'll never go away, sweetheart." She retorts, and you sigh softly. So charmingly stubborn that Wanda has to smile. "It doesn't matter if you don't believe it if you think an ocean between us will change that. I know that I will always be in love with you. And when all the summers come and I return home, I'm going to make you understand that."

You smile, embracing her, and Wanda sighs, relaxing in your embrace.

"Guys, it's time."

The final warning made you and Wanda step aside so that she could be embraced by the rest of her friends, so equally happy at her chance to do what she loves in New York.

"You are aware that you are going to be Auntie Wanda next year, right?" Natasha's loud teasing makes the whole group laugh and Wanda grunt for the torment, hiding her face in your collarbone.

Erik hands her the bags, and suddenly her face is wet with tears that you wipe away with your hands.

Hugging her last, you kiss her before letting her go.

You feel silly when she leaves. Wanda is right. No ocean could change the way you feel about her.

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