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scarletlizzard · 3 months

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Pairings: wanda x reader

Tags: little bit a fluff as always, angst, sad ×2

A/n: I would love to hear what you guys think! Messages are always open and taking requests. Thanks so so much for reading. More soon! ♡

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Ring. Ring. Ring.

It couldn't be possible, right?

Ring. Ring. Ring.

There was no way you were calling Wanda, not after everything that happened.

She sat on the couch, staring at the caller ID that read your name on the phone that she held in her hand. A picture of you flashes on the screen. With a shaky hand, she hits the green button, bringing the phone to her ear.

"H-Hello?"

"Little witch..." Wanda lets out a small breath as she hears you use your nickname for her.

"Y/N? She asks, trying to calm herself.

"Hi, little witch. Did you miss me?" Your voice is soft, a happy tone.

Wanda closes her eyes at your words, biting her lip. "Of course, sweetheart. Every single day.."

"I miss you too.. I just wanted to hear your voice again. It's... it's been too long." You sigh as you speak, Wanda nods even though you can't see her. "Tell me a story, Wanda."

"A story?"

"Yeah, a story. How about our first date?" Wanda can practically hear your smile, and she can't help but laugh.

"Our first date.." Wanda smiles as she thinks back to one of her favorite memories.

***

It had been 4 months since Wanda moved into the Avengers Compound. 4 months of the two of you watching sitcoms late at night, cooking Sokovian dishes in the kitchen, being a shoulder to cry on when Wanda needed it. 4 months of being afraid to tell her how you really felt.

You took a deep breath as you stood outside her door, a bouquet of yellow daisies in your hand. Before you can knock at the door, you see red whisps around the handle, the door opening in front of you. Wanda sits on her bed, hand raised and fingers burning red. She smiles widely at the sight of you standing there with your fist raised, flowers in your hand.

"Hi.." Is all you manage out, a stupid grin on your face. Wanda chuckles and stands up, walking closer to you. "You knew I was out there, huh?" You ask her and shut the door behind you.

"Your thoughts are.. very loud, detka," she says softly, standing in front of you. You feel your cheeks burn at the realization she already knew why you were here, a blush creeping up your neck. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" Wanda smiles.

You take a deep breath, holding the flowers out to her. "Wanda I-" You pause, trying to find the right words. You had practiced this in your head for an hour, but now that you were standing in front of her and she was looking at you with those beautiful green eyes. All your thoughts flew out the window. "Will you.. uh.."

Wanda reaches out to take the flowers from you, her soft fingertips brushing against yours. "Will I..?" She says, looking at you knowingly as she smells the flowers. You chuckle and scratch the back of your head, not believing the effect the witch had on you.

"Will you please go on a date... with me. Tonight?"

Wanda looks at your red cheeks, the small nervous twitch of your fingers, the way her hoodie hugged your body. She knew what you were coming to ask her, and she couldn't be happier.

"Of course I will, Y/N.." Her hand reaches up to cup your cheek, reassuringly moving her thumb across your skin. You lean into her touch with a wide smile, taking over your face.

"You already knew, huh?"

"Kind of.." Wanda laughs, and you can't help but laugh along with her.

Later that night, the two of you had left the compound and got dinner at Wandas' favorite restaurant, dessert at your favorite ice cream shop.

"I swear, Wands. Once you try it, you'll never be able to enjoy any other ice cream again," you say with a serious expression, holding out an ice cream cone to her. Wanda could only chuckle at your demeanor, taking the cone from you. She licked along the vanilla cream, hot fudge warming her lips. You watch her with careful eyes.

"Well?" You ask.

"Holy shit.. this is amazing!"

You laugh at her words, nodding your head and enjoying your own cone. She took your hand in hers, letting your fingers tangle between the two of you. You led her a few streets down, pausing in front of a tall building. Wanda looks up, down to you.

"Feel like flying a little?" You smirk at her, catching the sparkle in her eyes. You look up, using your powers to fly up into the air and onto the roof of the building. Wanda flies behind you, red swirls circling around her. When she lands on the roof, she sees a couple of old chairs set up, strands of light hanging around them. Walking forward, she sees a few dead plants and a couple of comic books.

"Yeah, I uh, this is where I usually come to just... stop. You know? I haven't been in a while since, well, since you came into my life." Wanda turns to look at you as you speak, and you're stood staring at her with a smile on your face. You take a step towards her.

"Wanda, ever since we met, I've just.. I feel like I've finally learned how to breathe. Everything before you was black and white and now.." You reach over to one of the dead plants that sat on the ground, the tips of your fingers glowing yellow as you touch it. Wanda watches with amusement as the plant comes to life, its dark branches becoming bright green, and its wilted leaves blooming wildly at your touch. "I truly feel alive when I'm with you."

There's a moment where neither of you speak or say a word, just looking into the other ones eyes. Wanda steps closer, closing the gap between the two of you. Her hands cup your cheeks, and a smile plays on her lips.

"Do you know how long I've been waiting for this moment?" She whispers, breath fanning against your mouth. Instead of replying, you lean forward, connecting your lips with hers.

***

"We spent the whole night on that roof, watching the stars.. I didn't want to stop kissing you," Wanda admits with a chuckle, hearing you laugh from the other side of the phone.

"I miss your kisses... I love the way you kiss me. You always kiss me like it's the first and last time," Your voice trails, Wanda feels her heart race.

"Y/N..."

"Wands, I have to go now.. I'll call you tomorrow. Okay?"

"Okay, detka."

Wanda hears a click as you end the call. She sits there for what feels like hours before her phone rings again. She quickly looks at the screen, hopes diminishing she sees Natashas name light up. Wanda sighs and shakes her head, declining the call. She turns the TV on and turns on a random sitcom, watching until her eyes burn and she can no longer keep them open.

The Next Day

Wanda woke up late in the day, immediately checking her phone. The only calls she has missed are a few from Natasha. She rubs her eyes and wonders if last night was a dream, but when she checks her call history, it clearly shows your name.

After a slow start, she spends the day cleaning, in case anyone decides to stop by. They did that a lot now, randomly showing up at her door. Mostly Natasha. By night time, she was pacing her bedroom and biting her nails. The other hand held her phone.

Maybe you weren't going to call.

Maybe you had changed your mind.

Maybe you didn't want to talk to her.

Her own thoughts were caught off guard by the strong buzzing in her hand. She looked down and found herself smiling as your face popped up on the screen.

"Little witch.. I told you I was going to call," you chuckle softly. Wanda shakes her head.

"How do you always know what I'm thinking? I'm supposed to be the mind reader." Wanda jokes.

"Because you're my favorite book, and I've memorized every word. Cover to cover, read a million times."

Wanda lays on her back on the bed and closes her eyes. She always loved the way you spoke to her, no matter how cheesy the words came out.

"You know me better than anyone, better than anyone ever will... Are you okay, Y/N?"

"I'm perfect now that I'm talking to you." Wanda pictures you smiling against the phone.

"Tell me a story, Wands. Please?"

She thinks for a moment, opening her eyes to stare at the ceiling above her.

"I remember the first time I told you I loved you." Wanda smiles as she hears you sigh happily.

***

It was pouring rain, it had been for days now.

You and Wanda had enjoyed it, staying in your room with her favorite sitcoms playing and cuddling close under the covers. Currently, you had your head on Wandas chest, listening to her soft breathing. It was calming, hearing the steady beat of her heart. She twirled a strand of your hair on her finger, staring down at you.

"What are you thinking about, detka?" She asks.

"Nothing in particular.. mostly about you." You can't help but giggle, and Wanda can't help the warmth in her body as she hears your laugh.

"What about me?" She raises her eyebrow, watching as you sit up. You smirk at her, giving her a mischievous smile.

"I was just wondering... how ticklish you are!" You quickly move to straddle her waist, hands attacking her sides. Wanda throws her head back in fits of laughter, trying to swat your hands away. "Oooh, looks like you are very ticklish, little witch!" You're laughing with her now, feeling nothing but pure joy.

Red clouds form around you, and Wandas eyes glow red as she flips the two of you around, pinning you your hands to the bed. You're both panting now, trying to catch your breath as you calm down from laughing. Wanda is smiling down at you with emerald eyes, the brightest smile you've ever seen on her face.

"I love you, Y/N.." She speaks softly, face becoming more serious as she looks at you.

"Y-You do?" You whisper back, mouth parted and eyebrows raised. She nods.

"I love you so, so much.." She leans forward to kiss you passionately, putting all of her love for you into it. She wanted you to know how much she loved you and how important you were to her.

"I love you, Wanda," you mumble into the kiss, feeling her lips curl up into a smile. The two of you stop for a second, each taking in the moment of what you both just said.

The rain hits the windows harshly as she kisses you again, and you know in this moment, you are loved.

***

"I love that story," you say with another sigh. "We made love the entire night.. I think Tony almost kicked us out. We weren't there much long after that." You were giggling now, and Wanda could almost see the blush on your cheeks as she smiled.

"I love you, Y/N.. come home," Wanda whispers into the phone, turning on her side on the bed. She pictures you there, drawing circles on her back. "Come home to me.." She begs.

"Oh little witch.. I love you so much. I love hearing our stories. I have to go. We can talk more tomorrow?"

Wanda squeezes her eyes shut.

"Of course, sweetheart."

The call ends, and Wandas left alone, staring at the dark screen of her phone. A few minutes later, a text message pops up.

Nat - Hey, Wanda. Everything is prepared, Tony is planning for the day after tomorrow. Call me back.. if I don't hear back, I'm coming over.

Wanda - I'll be there. Can you pick me up?

Nat - Of course. It starts at 1, I'll pick you up at 12.

Wanda takes a deep breath and runs a shaky hand through her hair. Before she lays down, she turns the ringer on her phone up all the way.

The Next Morning

Wanda was looking in the closet for something to wear for tomorrow. Nothing seemed right. She angrily tossed the clothes on the ground, ripping shirt after shirt and pant after pant off of the hangers and onto the ground. She fell to her knees in the pile of clothes, her head in her hands.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

She peeked through her hands, listening to her phone ring. When she heard it again, she ran across the room to grab it, immediately pressing the green button.

"Good morning, my love." All of Wandas worries melted off her body, the wrinkles on her forehead disappearing as she heard your voice.

"Detka.. I wasn't expecting you to call until later," She says, staring at the now empty closet. Wanda flicks her wrist, and the clothes begin hanging themselves back up. "Not that I'm mad about it." She adds in.

"I couldn't help myself, I missed you."

"God, detka. I miss you so much." Wanda sits on the ground, her back leaning against the bed.

"I know, little witch. But I'll see you soon." Your words comfort her, and she finds herself smiling. "I know things have been so hard for you lately, but I'm always here for you... My sweet Wanda..." Your tone is cheerful, Wandas heart skips a beat.

"Want to hear another story, sweetheart?" Wanda asks.

"I think today I'll tell you one, Wands."

"Oh? What about?"

"The happiest week of my life."

Wanda freezes, clenching the phone in her hand. She nods slowly and lets out a sigh, "Okay."

"I remember it was a beautiful day, the perfect day.."

***

"I do."

"I definitely do," you say with a smile on your face, squeezing Wandas hands.

"You may now kiss the bride!"

Wanda pulls you closer, dipping you back as her lips press firmly against yours. Your arms wrap around her, both of you smiling into the kiss it almost wasn't a kiss. Just your faces pressed against each other.

When you pull back, you hear the slow claps of Natasha and Tony, the only other ones in the courtroom.

"So when's the honeymoon?" Tony smirks at the two of you, the four of you standing outside the courthouse.

"Hopefully soon," Wanda says with a smile, squeezing your hand in hers.

"Alright, well, we're having a party tomorrow night at the compound. No questions asked! Pepper is going to be furious that there wasn't a wedding." Tony laughs, Natasha along with him.

"Fine, fine. We'll be there!" You say, squeezing Wandas hand back.

***

"We couldn't even wait to have a wedding, remember baby? I just wanted to marry you so badly. I wanted to have your name.."

"Mrs. Maximoff.. I called you that all night, all week." Tears were threatening to fall from her shiny emerald eyes as she thinks back to the day. You giggle from the other side of the phone.

"We had on those rings we won from the arcade. Remember the one around the corner from our apartment?"

Wanda stands to look out of the window. She can see the flashing lights, even in the daytime, of the pizza/arcade place. She pictures the two of you walking hand and hand down the street.

"We were supposed to go on our honeymoon after that, but Steve called..."

"Why do they need you? And if they do I can go with you!" Wanda sighs as she watches you pack your bag, noticing you take a few of her shirts. She puts her hand on yours and lifts it up, kissing the ring on your finger. You smile at her.

"Little witch... I won't be gone long. They need me because I'm the whole reason why it all started." You sit on the bed, pulling her down with you and wrapping an arm around her. You sigh and kiss her cheek.

"I've told you about my past, how-" You pause, trying to find the right words.

"I haven't always been good. I've done some fucked up things and, I've got to make things right." Wanda sits and listens, understanding. Before she can ask to come again you stand up. "Besides, someone has to take care of Wade for me!" You smile and point to the fish tank on your end table, a bright red beta fish swims around.

Wanda looks at you, then to your fish. You both understood why you didn't want Wanda to go. It was going to be dangerous. She knows, of all people, what kind of past you lived. You hurt people, innocent people, for a cause you thought you believed in. She understood. So when the time came, she kissed you goodbye, kissing you like it was the first and last time.

"I'll call you.." You mumble in between kisses.

"Every.." Kiss. "Single.." Kiss. "Day.." Kiss. Wanda knew her kisses were your weakness, and it worked for a while. You were an hour late to meet Steve, but the smile on her face was worth it.

"You promise you'll call?" Wanda asks, standing in the doorway. You kiss her softly.

"I promise. I love you, little witch." You step back, a smile on your face. She couldn't help but smile back. You knew your smile was her weakness.

"I love you more, detka.."

"You kissed me for an hour straight," You laugh into the phone, Wanda wipes the tears off of her cheeks, laughing along with you.

"I really didn't want you to leave.. why did you leave?" She whispers the last part. You're quiet for a moment.

"I wanted to be a better person. I wanted to know that I did everything I could to make the world a better and safer place. For you.. for our kids."

Wanda sighs and sniffles, shaking her head.

"What were the names we picked out? I think we picked Billy..." Your tone is playful again. Wanda chuckles and rolls her eyes.

"Tommy.. We could never agree." She smiles through her tears.

"No, we never could, could we?" You sigh happily. "So maybe we'll have two."

"Twins run in my family," Wanda says, thinking of her own twin. More tears threatened to fall. She looks onto your side of the bed, a bright red fish swimming around in a tank on the nightstand.

"I know, sweetheart. I know. I have to go. I'll call you tomorrow. Okay? I love you."

Wanda sniffles, wiping her eyes, "I love you more."

The Next Day

"You ready?" Natasha asks, calling out to Wanda. She stood in Wandas living room, staring at a photo on the side table. It was a selfie of you and Wanda. She was kissing your cheek as you stuck your tongue out and closed your eyes. Natasha smiles at the sweet memory, being torn from her thoughts as Wanda walks into the room from down the hallway.

She decided she didn't care about an outfit. Wanda wore your favorite hoodie. It still smelled like your perfume. Natasha gives her a sad smile, pulling Wanda into her arms and hugging her tightly.

Wanda left the apartment with Natasha for the first time in weeks. She didn't really speak as Natasha drove. Wanda only listened to her and occasionally nodded her head. Wanda was focused on the clouds in the sky and the raindrops spilling from them. She was trying not to think of the phone in her pocket.

"The flowers are beautiful. Such a pretty yellow," Natasha says as she stares at the garden, holding an umbrella up over Wandas head. Wanda doesn't even try to wipe the tears that fall or bother to look at the others standing around her.

"Yellow daisies," is the only reply Natasha gets. As the two of them stand there together, Wanda feels her phone vibrate. She doesn't reach for it.

Her hand brushes against the dry leaves of a plant, once bright green but now a faded brown. As Wanda stares out into the city, her phone vibrates for the second time today. She inhales deeply, inhaling the familiar scent of the hoodie she wore. She answers the phone, not bothering to check the caller ID. She knows who it is.

"Little witch..." she hears as she puts the phone to her ear.

"Why didn't you answer my call?"

Wanda is silent for a moment, tears running down her face.

"Because I was at your funeral."

"I know. It was beautiful..." Wanda can't help the sobs that leave her mouth as she sits in the rickety chair.

"I don't understand," She says, chest tight as the sobs continue to thrash her shoulds forward.

"You do, Wands. Since the first call, you knew." She hears you sigh softly, your voice full of care. She felt as if her whole body was being hugged, just by hearing your voice.

Wanda thinks back to the day.

***

She was sitting in your shared apartment, watching TV. Her phone rang, and she looked at it excitedly, expecting to hear from you. Instead, she saw Natashas name.

"Wanda.." Her stomach dropped at the widows' sorrowful tone, the sniffle that came from the other side.

"Nat? What-whats wrong?" Wanda stands quickly.

"I'm on my way to you right now, I'll explain everything when I-"

"No! Tell me right now. What's going on? Is it Y/N? Is she hurt?" Wandas mind begins to race, her heart beating out of her chest at the thought of you getting hurt. Natasha sighs, another sniffle.

"No, Wanda, she- " Natasha pauses, not believing the words she is about to say. "Y/N got hurt, really bad. They said they did everything they could, but Wanda.. she didn't make it."

The phone in her hand drops to the floor, her whole body shaking. Nats' muffled voice can be heard from the phone, still speaking, but no one to listen. Wanda falls to the ground, the entire room burning red as she begins to sob. Natasha ran in only a few minutes later, finding the place a wreck.

She couldn't even have a funeral for you right away. They had to get you back.

***

"Why do you keep calling me?" Her voice is small, throat scratchy from the sobs.

"Because I promised I would."

Wanda sniffles, and you're quiet as she cries for a moment. When she calms a little, she looks over to the empty chair next to her on the roof. She didn't care if this was real or not. If she was losing her mind, if she was making this up. She was hearing your voice, and that was real enough.

"You'll call every day?" She stares at the sun setting, leaning back into the chair and inhaling deeply as she wraps your hoodie tighter around her.

"Every single day, little witch. How about another story?" Wanda hears the smile on your face and closes her eyes, rubbing the small bump of her stomach.

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A/n: I got this idea from a writing prompt that I can't find anymore! The prompt was -

"Why didn't you answer?"

"I was at your funeral."

#wanda x fem!reader #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen #lizzie #marvel #wanda x you #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #marvel one shot #oneshot #lizzie x reader #wandavision #scarlet witch #marvel fic #scarletlizzard writes

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bigbadripley · 1 year

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If you’re still taking requests, could you do 30 and/or 26 with dark! Agatha please? That last one you did was um v good 😵‍💫

No Hands (18+)

Pairing: Dom!Agatha x Fem!Reader

Prompts: 30. “I bet I can make you cum without even touching you.” and 26. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

A/N: We love Dark!Agatha. We also love some good ol' smut. I had a lot of fun with this drabble. Warning: Public

Prompts

It all started with a bet between you and your girlfriend, Agatha.

"I bet I can make you cum without even touching you." She said. The prospect piqued your interest, but you couldn't help but feel skeptical. It didn't even occur to you that she meant right there and then while you were eating dinner at a restaurant.

Aggie moved her hand under the table, and it suddenly felt like her hand was in your underwear, manipulating your clit in slow, hard circles. She was using her magic, that cheater. It obviously felt good, but you were hoping she would wait until you were alone.

"Babe, not now." You whispered breathlessly, trying your best not to moan. Though everyone else was busy with their own devices, it felt like all eyes were on you. The right corner of Agatha's mouth curled into a devious grin as the invisible hand moved faster, and your arousal began to take over.

"You don't mean that, beautiful." She spoke softly, ticking her eyebrows upward. She was right. You didn't want her to stop. It took everything in you not to fall out entirely in the middle of this establishment, holding on by a thread. No matter how tight you closed your thighs, it kept happening like a vibrator on high speed.

"I-I'm," You mumbled, trying to form the words.

"Use your words, sweetheart." Aggie insisted. Faster and faster, her magic hand went. She locked eyes with you and wouldn't let you go.

"I'm go-gon-na-" You were trying to speak, but it was useless. Your climax cut you off entirely. The achy heat in your gut dispersed as satisfaction shot through your veins. You nearly wailed, but a strategically placed invisible hand cupped over your mouth and kept you quiet. Agatha smiled brightly with pride,

"Good girl."

#agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #wandavision #x reader #mcu #marvel one shot #marvel smut #marvel mcu #marvel fanfic #marvel #mcu fanfiction #x you smut #smut #agatha harkness smut

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domxmarvel · 1 year

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Pairing: Omega!Pietro maximoff x Alpha!Female!Reader

Slot:Mommy kink+A/B/O dynamics

The second you entered your house,you were hit by the smell,the unmistakable smell. You found Pietro in your room,your clothes and blankets wrapped around him. Just as you opened the door you heard whimpers and groans,followed by him moaning your name. He barely heard you step closer,only noticing when you sat down on the bed.

"Y/N" You brushed his hair back and kissed him.

"Need some help" You teased,wrapping your hand around his cock,making him jump. He quickly wrapped himself around you,pulling you to his chest.

“Please,mommy I need you” His hand on your cheek as he begged you to take him. Those words set off a fire inside you,pinning both his hands above his head and biting down on his neck making sure to leave a mark. Moving your hand faster made him moan louder. “Mommy”

“Don’t worry,I’ll give you what you want. You just have to be a good boy for me”

“I will,please mommy. I’ll be a good boy for you”

“Now why don’t you tell me what you want?” He blushed, looking away from you.

“I want you to fuck me,I don’t wanna cum from just your hand”

“Then get on your hands and knees for me”

“Mommy” He moaned as you pulled him back by his hair,tears were streaming down his face. “M-Mommy” You grabbed his hips with both of your hands,moving faster. Leaning closer you whispered

“You’re such a good boy”

“Mommy can-” He cut himself off by moaning “Can I ride you?” You slowed down and pulled out. Lying down on your back,he immediately straddled you. Slowly taking you back in,almost immediately he started bouncing up and down. Every move made his hair sway back and forth, some of it sticking to his face. His mouth hanging open,not stopping a single moan. A few minutes in he was already crying,begging for you to take control again.

“What do you want?”

“Please fuck me,please” Pushing him down you grabbed him harder than before as you chased your release,his moans motivating you to move faster. You pushed all your weight on him,forcing him down as he came. You kept pounding him until you came and he was crying in pleasure.

“Pietro?”

“Yes mommy?”

“I didn’t hurt you,did I?”

“No,I’m fine. I just need a minute” He laughed,still out of breath.

“Me too” You kissed his cheek,moving to lay back down and pull him to your chest.

#Pietro Maximoff x reader #pietro wandavision #pietro x reader #pietro maximoff #wandavision pietro #sub pietro #omega pietro #dom reader #alpha reader #pietro smut #wandavision x reader #marvel smut #marvel #marvel one shot #mommy kink

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aparticularbandit · 5 months

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I have actual THOUGHTS about the Agnes deleted scene.

Primarily about the laugh track and what that means for Agatha and the spell Wanda cast.

BUT am not quite the most available Bandit at the moment and want to solidify thoughts into words better.

....

Also I look forward to ep1 of Agatha bringing us the laugh track back. Just mimicking ep1 of WandaVision.

EXCEPT WE KNOW.

#musings #agatha harkness #mcu #wandavision #like #if AGATHA hears the laugh track as Agnes #does that mean there's actually still a show being broadcast? about agnes?#does this mean the other westview citizens could hear the laugh track? or the theme song? or the credits?#LIKE THERE IS A WORLD OF HEADCANON AND WORLDBUILDING TO PULL OUT OF THAT #agatha knows the spell is breaking when the canned laughter stops #....#i want to fanfic this y'all #so bad #just like #a little one-shot #as a present #FOR ME

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smartycvnt · 3 months

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The Calm

Title: The Calm

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Reader

Word Count: 1114

Ash knew that she was way in over her head. Magical beings was just barely in the realm of things that she could believe in. The briefing on Agatha Harkness had been brief, and read more like a warning than anything else. She was supposed to get as close as she possibly could to capturing her. Her chances of survival were slim to none, but Ash was prepared to sacrifice herself like any other soldier.

Hunting for a witch in the middle of a forest felt a little too on the nose, but this was where Agatha had supposedly run to. There were rumors among the locals that the forest was magical. They all seemed to fear it and the beings that lived there. Anything that wasn't meant to be there ended up getting spit out the other end looking worse for wear.

Ash felt like she had shown extreme caution as she made her way through the forest. Nothing was disturbed, and yet, she had still been captured. There was only so much that her technology could do when magic was involved, but Ash hadn't expected for things to go south so quickly.

"Let me go!" Ash shouted, but it was no use. "Let me go or else!"

"Or else what? What could you possibly do to me from there?" Agatha laughed. Ash struggled against her magical restraints, which only began to tighten around her even more. Ash was no stranger to being tied down, but this felt different. "Stop struggling or it'll kill you."

"You don't want to kill me. They'll only send others, soldiers with no problems about killing you," Ash tried to reason. Agatha turned around and leaned against the wall by where Ash was suspended. "I'm not here to kill you. We're not at war yet, ma'am."

"Ma'am? I like the sound of that. I'm going to have fun with you," Agatha said. Ash felt warm and flushed. There was no denying that Ash was attracted to Agatha. She was an attractive woman, one who Ash would have liked to chat up in a bar in different circumstances.

"You could send me back. I promise that I won't tell them I found you." Ash didn't like the way that Agatha was looking at her. There hadn't been anything about cannibalism in the file, but Ash wasn't about to learn where Agatha's lines were drawn.

"You're scared of me. You came stomping through the forest, but now you're scared. I guess you aren't as stupid as I thought you were, sweetheart. Now, tell me, who sent you?" Agatha tapped her finger against Ash's nose as she waited for an answer. "Come on, out with it."

"I'm military," Ash answered. Agatha seemed bored with that answer. She gave a quick flick of her wrist and let Ash down from the wall. Ash fell down onto her knees, but Agatha blocked her from getting up.

"You're more than that, you just don't know it yet. Go back and tell them nothing. I'll check up on you when I need you." Everything around Ash felt hazy as a thick fog rolled in. Ash felt a hand on her hip as her body was picked up and shoved. She stumbled forward for a few steps before she tripped over a tree root.

Ash landed on the ground with a thud. It wasn't the same as where she had just been. Ash could see the town once again. She looked behind her at the twisted trees that fenced in the horrors of the forest. There were no signs of Agatha anywhere, but Ash felt off.

The feeling followed her back home. Ash tried her best to distance herself as she looked into what happened to her. The doctors found no signs of anything aside from a small cut on her hip, but they attributed it to something that happened as she was running out of the forest. Ash knew better than that, but she didn't want to think about what would happen if she let it slip that she had met Agatha.

"I would have thought for sure you were with whatever SHIELD is calling themselves these days." Ash knew that Agatha had said she would check in, but Ash hadn't expected to see Agatha in person. The shock was clearly written on Ash's face, much to Agatha's amusement.

"Nope, just an unlucky soldier," Ash mumbled over the top of her drink. Agatha didn't quite agree with Ash's sentiment, but she wouldn't deny it. Their partnership would come to greatly benefit Ash if the two of them could pull this off. "Aren't you worried about someone recognizing you in public?"

"Not at all because you haven't told on me yet, so why would you now?" Agatha asked. Ash shrugged her shoulders as she downed the rest of her drink.

"They'd probably try me for treason, or worse…" Ash trailed off. She had been thinking a lot about that. No other assignments had been thrown her way yet, but Ash had been told to keep herself available. Whoever was writing her checks kept them coming despite the lack of work, so Ash had no problems doing what they wanted for the time being.

"You could always come with me. It's hard to find good help these days," Agatha teased. Ash knew that the suggestion was a legitimate one. The offer was tempting, but Ash wasn't quite so sure that she was ready to give up what had been her normal life, even as it was slowly slipping away from her. "Think about it."

"What ever happened to just getting to drink and chat people up?" Ash sighed. Agatha rested her head against her palm as she studied Ash. It was obvious to Agatha that Ash was a woman of purpose, one who had sacrificed a lot for the greater good. What happened in the forest had conflicted Ash to question her place in the world. If there were magical beings, what was the point of having someone seemingly so unspecial like her.

"Times are changing. Things have been set into motion that cannot be stopped. I can't promise many things when it's all over, but I know that you'll find your place," Agatha said. The words were somewhat reassuring, even if Ash knew that it wasn't a good thing. She had helped Agatha, and as whatever Agatha's plan was began, Ash would have to stand back and watch knowing that she helped to set it in motion. Agatha knew that it would weigh on Ash's conscious, but eventually, she hoped that the soldier would get over herself when the temptation of true power reared its head.

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Wanda Maximoff Masterlist

Monte Cristo, Dearest - 0.6k words - Just a little breakfast date with Wanda. Part of the Sapphic September 2023 Series!

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I'm not God's strongest soldier 🤞🏾

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inkblot-inc · 2 years

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There's Always Today

Summary: Set post Westview; Can we get some sort of closure somewhere PLEASE I’m begging- oh hey there it is :3

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warning(s): The mood is pretty somber for most of it but we’ve got a happy ending, so think hurt/comfort vibes; Wanda tears (I feel like that should be one), R sometimes needs to think before they speak but hey, they only mean well- (they just fumble the tactfulness bag a bit), break up/end of relationship but like amicable? (Bud it's a complex situation to think through), Also Vision being a toaster (but not a bad toaster per say)

Notes: So like, after Wandavision, I kept thinking about the fact that Vision is now essentially alive again with all of his memories and how he kinda just…took off? Yeah, I was bouncing ideas based off of that fact and out came this. Also was lowkey listening to Die for You by The Weekend while writing (don't know that is has any bearing on the story but you know...vibes). Hope you enjoy it!

Word Count: Somethin' like 3.2k

*squints* I give NO ONE permission to repost or translate my work. Make your own shit

You kept to the slightly worn path as you pulled up to the isolated residence and there she was, sitting on the step of her cabin.

She’d waited long enough.

As you got off your Davidson and cut the engine, Wanda got up to greet you with a quick hug that you gladly returned. “Thank you for coming, Y/n. For answering I mean,”

You laughed through your nose, “I’ve only been looking for you for the better part of a month.”

She pulled away to look you in the face, a sad smile made its way onto her own as she tried to return the same energy. “Well I hope you’re not too tired of the routine.”

You squeezed her shoulder under your palm.

"Never."

Wanda brought you inside as she put the kettle on. She took the time to make her request for your help more clear.

You’d kind of just been…Wandering the world as of now. With the Avengers coughing up dust with vacancies and having all but missed a good five years of your life, you yearned to regain connection.

There weren’t many things tying you to one place and you took full advantage of that. It was also a bit of a perk that people didn't really contact you for one reason or another, your schedule clear more often than not.

Missing five years of your life had done a lot to your psyche and lasting effects always trickled down, but you just wanted to make the sacrifice worth it.

Even though Yelena was a grown woman and could look after herself, you kept an ear out and a private phone line for her. It’s the least you could do to help a friend rest easy.

When Wanda disappeared after the smaller service you'd gotten together for Natasha, you'd gone to look for her. With both of you discombobulated and grieving the losses thrown at you in what felt like minutes, you figured it'd be best to stick together to have someone to lean on. You wound up going in circles before finally hearing about Wanda being somewhere in New Jersey. Maybe too late.

You were the best tracker Wanda knew. It was your specialty on the team; your superhuman sense of smell and hearing proved to be an invaluable asset on many a mission especially when paired with the efficient skill and tutelage of your late mentor. That being said, it was like something was actively keeping you away from Wanda, something she had no idea about. The block keeping you away simply ensured that you persisted that much more, and this time? There was finally a give to the wall coated in byzantium color.

Wanda told you all about what happened in Westview, her life with “Westview Vision”, her kids, the hex, Agatha Harkness, seeing “Real Vision” again, and the confusing mess of it all over a borderline addictive hibiscus blend.

“And he just..took off?”

“I know that he has his memories back. It’s Vis, my Vision, it’s just—I don’t know why-” Wanda heaved a sigh as her palms pressed firmly against her face. The past week had done nothing but let her stress from the whole ordeal grow and fester while on her own.

Why did he just leave? Without so much as a word. Wanda just finished grieving Vision and accepting that he was gone, only to find out that the revived version of him had somehow regained his memories sometime after he nearly killed her. It was like someone was playing a cruel joke on her over and over. Yes, she wanted to just move on with her life, but the fact remains that if her Vision is alive now, they can just go and live their lives together like they wanted somewhere else. For real this time.

Knowing that you’d been looking for her was the good news that she needed to hear.

So why wasn't he here?

Why did she have to wind up alone again?

You rested your hand over Wanda’s from across the dining room table with a warm smile on your face. “We’ll find ‘em, then you can ask Vision yourself," You stood and made your way back to the door before tossing your head over your shoulder. "Then I can kick his bolts in if you want.”

You wasted no time and it was still relatively early in the day when the two of you set out to find Vision. This case was a bit tougher to get a read on.

One: Vision didn’t own too many things to use as a fresh reference, and Two: He’d been in a sterilized building for the past five years, so you’d doubt he’d smell like much of anything now.

Every moment mattered at this point.

You settled on starting at places you know that he’s been before branching outward, Wanda narrowed down the list to start with the cities they’d visited together while on the run some time ago.

He’d never been anywhere else.

As you both traveled through Europe, You made it a point to keep Wanda’s mind off of the negative tilt of what ifs that seemed to ice out her optimism frequently.

The mention of Vision seemed to kill whatever positive buzz you could pull out of her. It wasn't much of a learning curve to it; Copenhagen was an especially quiet venture.

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You and Wanda slipped into a quiet cafe out of the light shower of rain. Both of you seated in a table near the back, you quickly tucked into a croquette platter without hesitation. Being set on high alert as a default actually leaves an impression on your stomach. Debatable whether it’s good or bad.

Wanda followed your lead much more slowly; she could probably actually taste the food.

There were hardly any leads as of now, and Vision's scent was just about gone from the navy jumper Wanda gave you for reference.

A grim smile rose on her face as she watched you, "I'm sorry for dragging you through all of this, Y/n."

You raised a brow as you proceeded to toss three cherry tomatoes in the air before catching each one, your arms out in a presenting fashion. "What're you sayin' sorry for? This is quite literally my whole life, Wands."

Wanda giggled a bit as she conceded with a small round of applause, "Yes, this is precisely what they paid you to be an Avenger for."

You narrowed your eyes playfully as you chewed. "I didn't get paid at all," You tossed a crumpled napkin at Wanda. "And neither did you, slick!"

She went into a full laugh as she threw her straw paper at you. Your eyes filled with mirth at the sound you'd come to be bent on bringing out of her.

Settling down and swallowing the contents in your mouth, you have your fist cover your mouth and stave off a belch. “Well we can cross Antwerp off the list. What do we have left? Paris and,”

“Edinburgh.”

You hum, “Right. Well we might have to double back here to catch the ferry that goes out to Scotland. France has gotten real finicky about rides the past few years and we got a lotta ground to cover,”

Wanda’s eyes were upward as she thought things over. “We can skip France altogether.” Her tone was resolute, certain. “Vis didn’t care to go to Paris anyways, It’s probably pointless to go.”

You took a quick drink from your beer, “Odd. Why?”

You kick yourself. The dimming of her eyes should’ve been enough.

Wanda keeps her eyes up, but her eyes aren’t wet as she gives a wry chuckle. “Vis said it was too typical for us. In the City of Love, going to the eiffel tower for an evening, fugitives or not. And typical as it sounded, I kind of wanted that y’know?”

You nodded along, “Yeah I get it, I mean sure everyone talks about it, but it’s a classic spot,”

Wanda fiddled with her fingers a bit as her eyes narrowed into as squint, still trained on the ceiling like the answers were written there. “To have a moment at a classic spot, if a bit cheesy, just to pretend everything was normal. That we were normal. We still went, but he was quick to add Belgium to the list afterward.”

Finishing up your food, you put your empty plate off to the side. “Well, I’ll make you a deal. We can go to Paris again after this, and we can do whatever the hell ya want, alright?”

And there they were again. Those reassurances you had no problem giving to Wanda, just sprinkled in.

You didn’t question a lot of things and preferred to take them in stride. It would cause problems from time to time, but it was something Wanda had grown to be very appreciative of. Even when she first met you; the times she needed her space were readily given and you never begrudged her when she went to bend your ear.

Moments like these remind her why she sought you out first, and why you were the first to show up.

As flighty as you could be, you were reliable.

You came back after tossing both of your trash out. Settling back in your seat, you both discussed the plan to get to Scotland.

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You kept an eye out for lurkers and people that might stare a bit too long as you walked out onto the deck of the boat. Neither of you were the general public’s favorite people, and the Westview incident was making its rounds outside of the states.

Wanda came out of the restroom to stand next to you. Your crossed arms rested on the rail as you leaned forward observing the clear scenery until you turned to face her.

You lightly bump Wanda’s shoulder, “I thought we left the bags in the cabin,”

Her eyebrows furrow before she catches on, letting out a tired laugh. Her hand ran over her face to try and wake herself up more. “Are they that visible?”

“No no, I just never really heard you settle down last night. Figured you didn’t sleep much.”

“You’d be right then,”

You turned to look at all the cloud cover, “Senses haven’t failed me yet.”

Both of you looked up when you heard the announcement that they were coming into port.

Wanda took a deep breath, “Let’s hope.”

She made her way off of the ferry in rushed steps with you behind her. You quickly take the lead going past a train station as you catch the remnants of a metallic pine-y scent, like offset Christmas. It was close enough to what you remember of Vision. That and it was only March.

You could see Wand’s posture stiffen a bit as you reached an apartment building.

Recognition.

You turn to the redhead, “Are we headin’ in?” This was ultimately her search and venture. Less courteous parts of you had lost fondness for the synthezoid when he turned you in back at that german airport as you let certain parties escape imprisonment way back when. That, and you and Vision didn’t mesh well to begin with. Whatever the outcome was when Wanda and Vision met again, you would simply follow her choice.

Wanda wordlessly pushed the door open as you stepped aside to let her go in first. Going up a few floors Wanda eventually stopped in front of a cherrywood door, the “416” all but scratched and faded on the plate.

You took Wanda’s hand in yours to offer some form of comfort, and she squeezed it slightly in appreciation.

Using her powers to unlock and open the door, you both made your way inside. The scent was more concentrated here.

Wanda seemed to go off into her own world, her hand passing over the back of the small sofa as she moved past it. It was only slightly more furnished than she remembered and new light fixtures made the space appear brighter than she’d ever seen it.

“I see you’ve let yourself in, well that’s fine.”

That voice

Spinning on her heel, Wanda turned to find Vision, granted in his human form, wearing a cream sweater and slacks.

His eyes flitted to you briefly, “You’ve brought the Bloodhound. A peculiar acquaintance, but I suppose it would only be appropriate.”

You pointedly ignored him as you stayed by the door. You looked to Wanda, “I’ll be just outside if you need me.”

Wanda looked at you, uneasy. “Oh- alright then.” It was odd for you to not be there with her now that it’d become a constant for her the past couple of weeks. As she watched you softly click the door shut, she debated whether or not she should call you back in to stay so her nerves would fully settle. She took a deep breath as she rooted herself to the floor, listening as your footsteps eventually began to peter out.

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Wanda rooted herself to the floor as her gaze shifted from the door to Vision who stood a ways away, apparently more content with the silence than Wanda herself.

It was a good minute before Vision moved fully into the main room. Wanda felt lost. Angry? She felt that her expectations had been met and missed at the same time and she just wanted to move past the wall that seemed to divide them.

Before she could say anything however, Vision brought a hand up to stop her.

"I cannot go back with you Wanda. I will not, rather."

Of course he knew why she was here.

Her tongue was almost trapped in her mouth, "What? Why not? -" The part of her that held out hope began to shrivel up as she felt her pulse rise. In a way this wasn't surprising, but the hurt she felt from the statement was still very real.

Vision's words were not harsh, but they were cutting, "We cannot- I cannot simply go back to the way that things were, Wanda." He then deactivated his human cover as she got a good look at his new glacier form. Wanda struggled to keep looking at him and took a hard swallow, opting to look to the floor and wishing that you were in the room to give her your strength as she glanced at the door once again.

Her hands stayed clenched at her sides as her eyes began to water. "What I did to you, in Westview and to in lieu of that-"

“It has nothing to do with what you’ve done, Wanda. I do not think less of you, nor do I think ill of you. and although I understand it must be difficult to hear, I would like for you to hear my words and believe them.

Vision's eyes remained steady on Wanda. "I simply do not want this. I've taken time to reaffirm myself and think. I've come to the conclusion that I desire none of the life I remember living, no matter how vivid it was. It is not a beauty that I can recognize for myself anymore. As I am, my past feels far off and what I felt for you feels foreign, Wanda. It is something that I can acknowledge, but never fully grasp again.

"We have been torn apart and stitched back together and we have become vastly different people for it. I am simply not the same person...I am not who you've been looking for, Wanda.”

Vision’s words were a startling mix of heartfelt thought and clinical logic that Wanda found it hard to see past, fighting the overwhelming urge to recede into herself.

But she listened to him.

Her tears had yet to stop, but they were slowing down as she caught a glimpse of you outside the window, kicking a non-existent can as you had yet to be still.

Vision came closer and lightly placed his hand on Wanda's shoulder as he looked out of the same window from behind her.

“Every day I wake I find that I know frighteningly little about life, but what I’ve come to understand is that you create your memories in the present because it is the only thing that is promised. I can only hope to make the most of it as it comes, and I hope for you to do the same, Wanda.”

Vision pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead.

Wanda turned to face him and, for the last time, she raised her hand to Vision’s head over the blue chip gleaming back at her that took the place of the yellow she knew. She bit her lip as a smaller wave of new tears ran from her eyes.

“I-I can feel you.”

Vision covered her hand with his own in a soft grip.

“I’m glad.”

Wanda wasn't left with nothing as she had previously believed. And it was time that she understood that.

She looked back out the window.

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You looked up from the steps to the building entrance as Wanda came out of it. Her face was a bit puffy and eyes red, but she was calm.

“I would ask how it went, but uh-”

“Better than I thought.” She took a second before she nodded to confirm as the conversation replayed in her head again.

“Oh! Well that’s good then,” You felt her hand slip into your own and you were more than a little confused. Where’s Vision then?

“Let’s get home, I’ll fill you in on the way.” You watched her create a portal back to the bed and breakfast to grab your things.

“Oookay?”

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It had been a little over a year since then. Wanda took that time to heal and process with all that happened seemingly one after another. It was a much needed calm as she used her powers less and less and just focused on other things to occupy her time.

She’d taken up farming and even got some area cleared to start growing other plants on the terrain surrounding her home. Certain topics were discolored, but they were less and less sensitive for her to think about.

It was an effort for a fresh start.

You hadn’t been traveling as much so you could be around for Wanda should she need you, but still enough so that you could stretch your legs. She wanted to wait a bit longer before she began to join you on your trips and venture freely.

You’d just come back from Bucharest, an extra set of hands to get a hold of a particularly slippery widow as a rare favor to Yelena.

As you pulled up to the remodeled cabin and got out of your new truck, you saw the familiar figure on the steps before she got up to meet you.

Hands full, you let her take one of the bags out of your grip.

“Nice trip?”

You shrug, “Eh, it was eventful. Yelena says hey by the way. It’ll probably be a bit before she can come by, but I was able to get you somethin’ while I was away,” You held the door open for her with your foot as you both made your way to the kitchen. “I got my contact to hook me up with some sugar maple seedling-things, since you mentioned wanting to grow ‘em last time. Jin even threw in a Gorosoe for a loyalty benefit.”

As you unpacked your to-go bags, Wanda simply listened to you ramble on about spiles and looking out back to find a spot for the trees to grow.

A smile bloomed on her face as she leaned forward to close the distance between you from across the table, and you gladly sunk into the kiss. Eventually pulling away, you were in a bit of a daze before you broke out into a grin. It'd been about a week since you'd last seen her.

“Thank you for being here.”

“As long as you’ll have me.”

As you got everything squared away and began helping Wanda prep dinner, her eyes drifted to a small frame that held two used ticket stubs to Paris sitting on the mantle in the main room.

The present is the only thing that’s promised.

#marvel #marvel one shots #wandavision #vision #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #scarlet witch x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x yn #there's always today #jc ink canons #jc inkworks #ink.wanda #ib-jc.

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jadoue1999 · 11 months

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Wundagore Mountain

This was in my draft for a LONG time. A lot happened since I started writing, but here’s my interpretation of how they could have added Peter Maximoff in Doctor Strange: Multiverse of Madness without completely changing the story. Enjoy!

Summary: As she reaches Wundagore Mountain, Wanda finds out that someone is already waiting for her there.

Words: 1103

Wundagore Mountain was beautiful, it was tall, grandiose, and powerful; it had survived everything the world had thrown at it and came out triumphant. It was a temple made for her. Wanda could feel the way Wong was wary of the place, but she didn’t care; this place wasn’t made for the Sorcerer Supreme. She quietly observed the statues and the engravings in the stone, they were imbued with the very same magic she possessed. It sang in unison, welcoming the one they had been expecting for so long. She let the power of the place envelop her like a shawl, it felt delightful, like she truly belonged here. She walked away from the walls to approach the flat stone surface engraved with runes, picturing the way she would use it to take America Chavez’s powers. A smile bloomed on her face, she might have lost the girl and put Strange against her earlier, but things were starting to look up for her.

“I was starting to wonder if you would actually come,” suddenly said a voice from the darkness.

She whipped her head around in fury, catching Wong’s eyes who seemed completely clueless. The voice made her skin crawl because she knew who it was, and the fact that he had waited here of all places only made her blood boil hotter. Her eyes scanned her surroundings to try to find a glimpse of the impostor, but he was surprisingly well hidden.

“Show yourself,” she ordered, tainting her voice with magic to make sure he’d obey.

However, the only response she had was a light chuckle. “You trying to be tough, sis? There’s a reason why witchy had to use a necklace.”

“You’re not my brother,” she hissed as the ground shook around them from her frustration.

“Maybe not here,” echoed the voice from her left before suddenly coming from her right. “But you’re telling me you don’t feel our connection?”

That damned connection, the one she had blindly believed back in Westview. The one she could still feel at this very moment despite her best effort to ignore it.

“No, I don’t,” she lied. “Everything about you is a lie.”

“Says the one who created an entire world to live out her fantasy,” said the impostor, suddenly sounding a lot closer than he had just a second ago. “Could have done without that.”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do. You’re nothing.”

He scoffed at her remark, before stepping out of the shadows. He didn’t look different from the night he had appeared on her doorstep; save for the now silver jacket he was wearing and the goggles over his eyes. She hated just how unbothered he looked, how unfazed he was by the sheer power surrounding them. But most of all, she despised the fact that her magic didn’t even register him as a threat. It sickened her to realize that it was even worse than that.

Because her magic considered him as family.

She seethed in anger at that thought and shot a spell toward the imposter. The impact resonated around them, shooting rocks everywhere and sending debris high in the air. Wanda walked over to the spot, silently hoping that she had hit her mark, but she disappointingly realized that she had only made a hole in the floor.

“You know, I had a sister too, but she died, like your Pietro.” She turned around to see him casually sitting on the stone altar, one leg folded up and being used as an armrest while the other was dangling down, he wasn’t even looking at her. She used his seemingly distracted state to try to grab him, but he was gone by the time her red wisps reached his spot.

She furiously searched for him and found him leaning against a pillar. “I have to say though, I was promised a chance to see her again, to make things right, but you’re not making it easy.”

“Who promised you that?” Wanda hissed.

“Do you really want an answer?” He spat out. “You tried to kill me twice in the last five minutes alone.”

“Tell me!” She screamed, making the temple tremble under her anger. To her annoyance, there wasn’t even a hint of fear in the man’s face. Even Stephen Strange had the decency to appear frightened, even for just a moment. Was the speedster truly fearless or was he simply stupid?

“Your neighbor, Agatha. She took me from my world, saying that I could save you and make things right. I realized it was a trick too late and she turned me in her puppet.”

She narrowed her eyes at that. “How?”

He scoffed at her as he fidgeted with the cord of his earphones. “You think I’m going to tell you that? I don’t want you messing with my head. Sister or not.”

“We are not family,” she hissed. “My real brother is dead; you’ll never be my Pietro.”

“Likewise,” he snorted, walking away from the pillar. “You’re not exactly living up to the standard my sister set. I mean, hunting down a kid? Not great.”

“You don’t know me! You don’t know my reasoning!” Wanda roared, sending a destructive spell toward the impostor, hoping that it would hit its mark this time. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the case, all she managed was to create a big crater in the floor. Even more frustrating was that he hadn’t even bothered to hide this time. He was standing next to the indentation in the floor, looking down before looking at her with an unimpressed look on his face.

“See ya around sis,” the man started walking away before turning back to her. “If you eventually come out of your little power trip, you know how to contact me.”

Then, the speedster was gone in a blur, sending the dust that had just settled down back in the air. Then the silence was back, leaving her to ponder on everything that had just happened.

“Nice family you got there,” sarcastically remarked Wong.

“He is not my family,” she snapped, her eyes still on the spot her ‘brother’ had been a moment ago. “He is an obstacle in my way and he’s easily disposable, just like you are. So I suggest you think before you speak.”

The sorcerer didn’t reply, he merely rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the temple, just like she did. Brother or not, that wasn’t what mattered. What did matter, was finding a way to take America Chavez’s powers and get her boys back.

She’d deal with her fake brother later.

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wandaslittlelove · 27 days

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What would you all like to see for Destined next?

I’m debating on a one shot of a day in bunny’s and Wanda’s life after bunny has given in.

Or the next part of the story that may contain smut

Both of these will be written anyways just want to see what people want first

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scarletlizzard · 3 months

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Let me apologize real quick for the trauma I cause anyone by reading my last fic 😭 I've got some smutty ones coming soon to make up for it!

And thanks again for all the likes and comments! It's still to me crazy seeing people like my work.

Also hit me up with your fics or just some marvel fics you like in general, I'd love to read them if I haven't already

#marvel #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda x you #wanda maximoff x reader #elizabeth olsen #lizzie x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #wandavision #marvel fic #marvel one shot

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like-rain-or-confetti · 2 years

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Arguing with Wanda (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

Wanda had lost everything. You knew that. After Westview, you did everything you could to be there for Wanda. You saw what the government's didn't. Wanda wasn't this loose end or liability. She was hurt. So you stuck by her. Even as she tried to pull away and isolate herself, you refused to leave. Eventually she gave in trying to make you turn from her. That grew to become a content feeling. You weren't trying to replace anyone. You were simply there when Wanda needed you. That book changed her though.

At first it was reading, that reading you had thought was solely to help her understand her power. Perhaps it did. However you couldn't ignore the darkness that lay just skin deep. It seemed like she tried to hide it but there simply was no hiding the darkness in her eyes and the tint of red that glinted at you every now and then. Then again, perhaps it was just a trick of the eye. You weren't sure how long she had intended to keep her plan for you. Regardless it was only a matter of time before you could no longer hide hunting down a child across not one but multiple universes. Anyone would be frightened to confront Wanda. Anyone with reason knew there wasn't any reasoning with her. Wanda had to learn on her own but that was the problem. How long would that take and furthermore, at what cost would it take before she realised it. You couldn't sit back and watch this. Yet no matter what you said, she always had an answer, she had a reason. Whether it denial or downplaying the situation, Wanda justified every move she made and that was very familiar to Westview. She seemed taken aback by the sudden crack in your voice.

"It's happening again, Wanda." "What?" She frowned. "Just because you can do something, doesn't mean you should." You said softly. "You're talking about killing a child and then stealing two children from another version of yourself. "My children." Wanda emphasised. "You didn't have children in this life, Wanda." You said quickly. "I dream of them every night." Wanda ground out. "That means they exist, somewhere, they exist!" "It means they're out there with their mother! Another you! Safe and happy! Isn't that enough!?" "No!" Wanda snapped at you. She marched towards you, fury in her eyes. "It's not nearly enough! I deserve them! I lost everything and have nothing to show for it! I sacrificed everything and Vis didn't get a funeral, they took him apart for parts! I had to kill him! I gave up my children and still people look at me like a monster! My brother is dead, my parents are dead! I am in a country completely and utterly alone, the home I once had exploded into dust! I have given everything for this world and no one is willing to acknowledge it! So I am going, I am going where I can be with my children and never coming back!" Wanda was seething breathing quickly through her mouth. "If I don't get what I want then I will give it to myself. I've earned it and I have the power to do so." You stared her down. You turned away and leaned on the dining table. "Do you remember when you fought Thanos?" You asked lightly. Wanda didn't reply, clenching her jaw. It spoke volumes that she hadn't thrown you across the room. Yet you couldn't care in that moment. Instead you continued. "I do. I watched you." “What does that have to do with any-" "You weren't looking at me but I was looking at you." You met her eyes. “When your eyes turned red, I always thought it was the most magical thing I had ever seen. To see how much power you held, it was mesmerising but do you know what else I saw that day as you countered him?" "I was a little occupied." Wanda said icily. "You smiled...just as he did. He smiled when he spoke of the perfect universe he wanted to create. You smiled, Wanda. You smiled at him. You are just like him." "Don't you dare." Wanda warned you, glowering at you. "You've become what you hate. You're no better than Thanos." You shook your head, ignoring her warnings. Wanda needed to hear it. "Your chasing a child. Call her whatever you want. Pretend she is a mannequin if you want, it changes nothing. She is a person, a child and your boys would be sickened if they knew their mother intended to sacrifice another child for them." You finished and Wanda slammed her hand down upon the dinning room table. "With her power, I could protect my boys from anything. I could do some much, it's prophecy that I rule everything and I don't want any of that. I just want my boys but I'm cruel for this? I'm unreasonable for choosing to be a mother. One sacrifice for the many that will go untouched by me? The Avengers, they break the rules and become heroes. Yet I didn't get that, did I? I'm the enemy. It's not right and its not fair." You let out a sigh. "I don't even know who you are anymore." You uttered in disbelief. "Don't say that." Wanda said icily with a shake of her head. "Who am I talking to exactly, Wanda?" You said sharply. "The Scarlett witch or Wanda Maximoff? Was Agatha Harkness right all along? She told you what some book says and now you're going to cherry pick the perception it might give others?" You shook your head. "You don't have the right and it's delusional of you to think Vision, Pietro or your boys would think of you if they could see you now." Wanda let out a frustrated cry at your words as you stormed out. "Where are you going!?" She yelled. You didn't respond, simply slamming the door shut behind you. If only that had been enough to change her mind.

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