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feathered-mushrooms · 2 years

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Rain Dances - a wandanat fic

Rainy dances a Wandanat mini fic When Natasha lets Wanda burrow a dress for her brothers funeral, Wanda tries to return it on a rainy day, only for the redhead to take her dancing.

To preface: I am not Romani, or jewish but those are integral parts to Wanda and Pietro’s character, so i wanted to include that. I used this article for information, but if any information is off please tell me and i will attempt to fix it. https://blog.sevenponds.com/cultural-perspectives/fearing-the-return-of-the-dead-in-romani-burial-traditions

Droplets pelted the high window, dripping down slowly, leaving behind long wet lines on the glass. The window was cold to the touch, damp and refreshing on Wanda’s skin.

Sitting on the small window ledge, Wanda looked out at the rainy fields around the compound. Rain poured and puddles grew on the one road back to the city. The sound of the rain hitting the window was soothing, drawing Wanda into a calm silence.

It had been a week since she and the other Avengers moved into the compound, two since she agreed to be an Avenger, and a month since the loss of her brother.

A few boxes were piled around her room, waiting to be unpacked. Books that Natasha had brought her to read, a tarot card deck Clint had picked up, and a few piles of folded clothes lay discarded around the brunette's room. A small bed in the corner, the covers unmade, was where Wanda normally spent her days, wrapped up and safe in her comforter. But today the rainy scene had drawn her out of her blankets.

The window was fogging, ever so slowly. Wanda took her finger and traced out a heart in the fog, a small smile crossed her lips.

Three weeks ago, Wanda had helped put her brother's body in the ground. It had rained just like it was on this day. She couldn’t bury him in the remains of Sokovia, so Clint took her to his farm. They found an old willow tree, and with the help of Natasha and Steve, dug a hole for her brother's coffin.

Wanda remembered the morning of, she had been a mess, crying and panicked because she didn’t have a white dress. When Wanda was little, a member of her parent’s band had passed away. She remembered how her mother and father, and their friends had fasted, how they burnt the dead’s possessions, and how those who mourned wore white.

Wanda must have been no more than six, but she remembered every detail. Her mother had made her repeat them back at her over and over, not just the funeral traditions, but anything of their culture, after the Sokovian police had forced their stay in Sokovia.

It was what got Wanda through long nights of testing and experiments after being kidnapped by Hydra, repeating the traditions and customs of her family. Committing them to memory in hopes that once she escaped, she would be able to practice them once again.

She had followed everything through. She hadn’t eaten or drunk anything but coffee, she had collected the small possessions that Pietro had, his Star of David, and his running shirt he loved so much. She knew that she could technically just sell them, but she wanted to follow through, so they had burned them that morning. It had been so long since she and Peitro had been able to embrace their culture, that she wanted him to have a proper Romani send off.

Which was why she had been freaking out when she had overlooked the smallest detail. She didn’t have anything white to wear. She had been lucky that Natasha had found her when she did, crying with Barton's darts, red, and ready to spear the next person who walked in.

Natasha had hugged her and offered her one of her own white dresses, it was slightly too small, and the short sleeves didn’t look right, but Natasha just handed Wanda her red leather jacket and told her it was going to be okay.

The two walked to the willow, hand in hand. The red head held the brunnette as she cried. The rain poured as Peitro’s body was lowered into the earth by Clint and Steve. In the end, the redhead stayed with Wanda even as the rain turned to a storm, and as the dirt turned to mud around the little grave marked “Pietro Django Maximoff ''.

Now Wanda sat looking out the window at the rainy day, numb, and tracing the fog on her window. The white dress laid out, cleaned, and folded on top of one of the boxes, yet to be returned. The leather jacket strung across the brunette’s dark shoulders.

She was tired. It had taken most of her energy to cross the room to the window, and most days she didn't have half as much. She had lost interest in most things, closing herself away in the tiny room, only leaving her bed for the window or the meals left at her door.

She knew something was wrong. She knew it was wrong to wish it had been her instead of Peitro, she knew it had been wrong to try and stay on the falling Sokovia so that she would die with it, only saved by Vision, she knew it was wrong to only have the energy to lie around her room all day. But who would even listen.

Wanda let her head drop back against the wall. She sighed, closing her eyes, as she moved a curly strand of hair from her face, the white dress bright and demanding.

Wanda hadn’t seen Natasha since the funeral, and she hadn’t seen her much before it. Yet the women had still shown her so much kindness in one afternoon. She hadn’t even said thank you. Instead she had cried herself to sleep in the redheads arms and woken up in her room, peppermint tea by her bedside, still hot.

Now the unreturned white dress stared at her, tempting her.

Slowly the witch stood up. Red wisps circled her arms and the white dress before it lifted above the box and came flying towards her. Wanda stood there in her empty room holding it, her eyes on the door.

Slowly her foot took a step and then another. The exhaustion clung to her like a warm blanket but he kept walking, white dress in hand.

Peering out of her door into the long barren hallway, she found it empty. One step in front of the other she wandered the halls, white and grey, till she found the Black Widows room.

Standing there Wanda started to doubt herself. What if Natasha was on a mission, or what if Natasha didn’t want to see her? Wanda could feel the thoughts seep in, begging her to go back to her room where it was safe, where she couldn’t hurt anyone. Out of habit, Wanda reached up and held her Star of David necklace, twisting it in between her fingers.

Taking a deep breath, she lowered her hand and knocked.

There was silence for a few seconds before the door knob turned and Natasha stood in front of the brunette. The red head's hair was pulled back in a tiny ponytail that stuck out, and she wore a simple white tank top. Her muscles showed as her scars rippled across her skin.

Wanda could feel her heart flutter as she looked at the black widow, and her mouth went dry. Without thinking she quickly pushed the white dress onto Natasha. The red head smiled and took it from Wanda raising an eyebrow.

“Do you want to come in?”

The exhaustion that clung to Wanda told her to say no, to go back to bed, to go back to her window, but Wanda didn’t listen. She nodded a little nervously before following Natasha into her room.

Natashas’s room was free of boxes, instead it had a large bed in the corner, two armchairs and a coffee table in another and a small kitchen area. Wanda couldn’t help but feel jealous, she had been given just a room, while Natasha had been given something she could live in.

That’s when Wanda noticed the lack of decoration. Although the red headed room was bigger and had larger furniture, it was rather barren. There were no flowers or magazines on the coffee table, no photos or paintings on the walls, and nothing on the shelf’s.

Natasha handed Wanda a mug of steaming tea. Wanda looked at it and back at the Black Widow.

“It’s peppermint.” As the woman smiled, warmth flooded through the brunette. A small sip of the tea confirmed the redhead statement.

“Look, If you don’t want to talk, that's okay.” Natasha started towards one of the arm chairs and gestured for Wanda to sit with her.

The two sat in silence, the sound of the rain the only sound in the room.

“How did you know I liked peppermint?” Wanda muttered.

“You mentioned it when you were… you told me at his funeral.” Natasha took a sip of her tea, but her eyes didn’t seem to leave Wanda. The avoidance of his name made the doubt creep back in.

“Did you leave the tea for me?”

“Yes.” Natasha smiled softly.

“Why?”

“You looked like you’d need it.” She paused, “You said it always calmed you.”

Wanda nodded, staring at her tea.

“Thank you.” The witch’s hand went to her necklace in habit and started playing with it. “Thank you for being there.”

“Us girls have to stick together.” Natasha tried to laugh but it didn’t last. “I’ve been in a similar situation.”

Wanda looked up doubtfully. “Do you have a sibling?”

“A sister, yes.” Natasha's eyes finally dropped from the brunette. “I lost her when I was young.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, it wasn’t your fault.”

Wanda nodded before looking up at Natasha, who’s eyes were still on her tea, absent middle stirring it with her spoon. Wanda lifted her hand and watched as a cloud of red surrounded it, she focused on the spoon and watched as it was wrapped in red, much to Natasha’s surprise. Wanda smiled before lifting the spoon out of Natasha's grasp and flying it towards her. She promently caught and started to stir her own tea.

“Little witch.” Natasha smirked.

“Why don’t you have anything on your shelves?”

“Oh.” Natasha paused looking around, “I’ve never been one for sentimental things, I have this need to be able to run at any moment.”

Wanda nodded remembering what she had seen in the vision she had given the Black Widow.

“I’m sorry about that.” Wanda didn’t really know what to say, so she took another sip of tea.

“Once again little witch, it's not your fault.”

Wanda nodded before drinking the last of her tea, savoring the mint flavor.

“More?” The redhead asked.

“I’m alright, but thank you.” Wanda smiled.

“Are your eyes deceiving me? Is the little witch smiling?” Natasha laughed, getting a little chuckle out of Wanda. The red head got up to take Wanda’s cup as their hands brushed across each other. Wanda quickly looked away as her heart started to flutter again as Natasha took the cups away.

“Natasha?”

“Yes Wanda?”

Wanda was quiet, finding the words. She could trust Natasha right?

“Wanda?”

“Yeah, um, things haven’t been good.”

Natsaha returned, taking a seat once again, her eyes trained on the brunette. “Alright, explain.”

“I don’t know how to explain it. I feel so tired, all the time. I don’t have energy, I just want to hide away.” Wanda hadn’t even noticed till now she was holding her Star of David again. “I just, he’s gone and he was my other half, and I'm scared I’m going to hurt someone.” Wanda could feel herself get more frantic as her words came quicker and quicker. “I’m scared to leave my room, I’m scared to talk to others. But I’m lonely, I feel all alone. I am all alone. I’m in a new country, all alone.” Wanda paused taking a breath

“You're not alone.” Natasha's voice was smooth and comforting. As she got up and walked towards Wanda, wrapping her in a hug. It took Wanda a few seconds before she hugged back and started crying.

The two stood like that for a while,embracing each other, before Natasha pulled away, leaving Wanda missing the redhead's warmth.

“You are not alone. You have me, Clint, Vision, and Steve. My door’s always open if you need to talk okay?” Natasha took Wanda’s hand. “What would make you feel better right now?”

“I don't know.” Wanda mumbled, Natasha reached up and started to wipe Wanda’s cheeks.

“Do you like the rain?”

“What?”

Natasha's worried frown turned to a smile as she opened her wardrobe and took out two raincoats. “Let’s take a walk.”

The red head grabbed a speaker, her phone, an umbrella before returning to the confused brunette.

“Come on little witch, trust me.” Natasha extended her hand.

And Wanda took it.

Before Wanda knew it the two were running down the compound's hallway, and out the doors into the pouring rain. The storm raged as the two hid under an umbrella that treated and shifted with the wind. Natasha took out her phone and searched for a song that Wanda didn't see. The speaker, which was in Natasha's pocket, started to play and Natasha took Wanda’s hand.

“Let’s dance in the rain.”

“You're crazy.”

“Trust me.”

Natasha smiled before spinning Wanda who rolled her eyes, but a smile graced her lips.

The two twirled each other to an upbeat song, one Wanda didn’t think the Black Widow to be into, which made her wonder if she picked it out for Wanda. Motherless, the two jumped around, spinning and dancing in the the puddles as the storm rained on,

Soon Natasha told Wanda to do a little dance all on her own, and the brunette froze before awkwardly stepping back and forth. Natasha rolled her eyes and did a horrible impression of a duck dance.

The brunette erupted into laughter and two started dancing together, discarding the umbrella as the wind picked up and rain poured down on them. Their faces drenched, their shoes soaked and their hair dripping wet, the two spun around and around. The ridulancnceness of the situation was comforting.

Eventually Wanda slipped in a puddle landing on her back. Instead of getting up she just stared at the clouds. Without thinking Natasha joined her and two laid there, hand in hand, as the rain poured down on them.

“Hey Natasha?”

“Yeah little witch.”

“Would it be okay if I kissed you?”

Natasha sat up and stared at Wanda, a confused look on her face before she chuckled. “Sure.”

Wanda sat up, cupping Natasha's face in her hands. Natasha looked into the brunette's green eyes as Wanda's face turned a shade of red. Wanda leaned forward and kissed Natasha on the forehead.

“I thought you would kiss me on the lips?” Natasha pouted, before threading her fingers through Wanda’s damp hair and pulling her close.

“I got scared.” Wanda admitted.

Natasha leaned forward and kissed the girl.

“You don’t have to be scared, little witch, you’re not alone remember?”

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martinderi · 2 months

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NSFW alphabet 616-wanda maximoff

tw: 18+ material

a/n: it's the first time i've written something like this, and in a non-native language. so I apologize if I made any mistakes

A – aftercare

• wanda will definitely kiss her partner on the cheek, whisper some words of gratitude, and then go to the bathroom to help put him/her in order.

B – body part

• she likes her wrists and hips. especially when there are bruises on her soft thighs from the way they are squeezed, or hickeys are left.

• she definitely likes strong, toned arms and your chest, and she also likes your neck. to touch her lips and leave gentle kisses there.

D – dirty secret

• wanda will probably always consider quick sex with carol danvers to be her main dirty secret.

E – experience

• quite experienced. although the image of a fugitive, which changed first to a member of the brotherhood, and later to an avenger, does not seem to contribute much to this. nevertheless, wanda was often in a relationship, maybe not the healthiest, but giving her an experience. she understands perfectly well what she wants and how.

G – goofy?

• she is quite focused and sometimes too worried for fear of causing any pain. although she can always make a funny comment in order to defuse the situation, but she is still not a master at this.

I – intimacy

• wanda is a romantic and that's a fact. she will always strive for everything to be the most romantic and have some kind of meaning. often these are rose petals, various flowers, aromatic candles and fruits.

J – jack off

• mastering is one of her rescues when she started working with the avengers. it was the easiest way to relieve stress and get rid of the endless stream of thoughts in my head about the possibility of missing and ruining everything.

K – kinks

• hickeys/bites.

• kink on the force.

• kink on the uniform.

• kink on the scars.

• kink for praise.

L – location

• definitely shower sex; anywhere in her apartment. but she will never agree to semi-public sex, because the avengers are kind of celebrities and their every move is being watched, and selling someone a picture of one of the heroes of earth having sex will be very expensive. therefore, maximoff has a strict taboo on this.

M – motivation

• it largely depends on her mood.

N – no

no knives, ropes, guns or beatings.

She also won't touch you without permission. her own experience, where she was almost raped, as well as harassment from fraternity members, could not but affect her.

somnophilia.

O – oral

• she's service bottom basically. • although sometimes she can dominate, but at these moments she will always ask if she is doing everything right.

P – pace

slow and sensual. long foreplay as a way to show your love.

Q – quickie

• fast sex is to some extent her salvation, although she will still choose to have long sex where people spend a lot of time with each other. long foreplay, constant touching, lazy sex and light kisses all over the body.

R – risk

• no risk if it gives annoying individuals a chance to catch her having sex. The list of annoying characters includes: paporati, Pietro, the exemplary father...

S – stamina

• she is an avenger who has gone through many long training sessions and missions. wanda is hardy, but she is more likely to have enough for 1-2 orgasms.

T – toys

• she has some things, but she hardly uses them. more often, she will use her magic instead of toys. It doesn't cost her anything to create something or change her physiology, but she's not a fan of that, to be honest.

U – unfair

• the witch loves to tease, even adores. She likes to make inappropriate comments that should make you blush. she can deliberately enter your mind, creating an image there of how she lies under you. she likes to snuggle up to you, whisper something in your ear and slide her hands over your body, knowing how it affects you, and then wanda will pull away and return to what she was doing before with an impudent smile.

V – volume

• it can be both loud and surprisingly quiet. in many ways, it all depends on the situation. if everything happens at her house, then she will not hold back, but if we are talking about the avengers mansion, where her brother will run to her at any moment because of loud noises, wanda will behave quietly. but at some point, her moans may be replaced by words in serbian or her native romani dialect. maximoff likes to cheer and guide a person if she is from below.

W – wild card

• she's just damn good at working with her mouth and fingers. and sometimes wanda is just a monster who will pin his beloved to the wall and fuck her so that her knees will tremble.

X – x-ray

• toned, athletic body with soft hips.

Y – yearing

• it's not that big. for the most part, she ignores her desire, preferring them to work, of which, as an avenger, she has a lot.

Z – zzz

• as soon as she gets her partner in order, the witch will switch off almost immediately. most likely, lying directly on the body of her lover.

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