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Arya laughs loudly as she chases her older brother down the hall of their townhouse, "I'm coming to get you!" Her wings flap a little making her slightly bump into the wall. "You'll never catch me Arya!" giggles a teenager Rhysand.

Arya scrunches her face in concentration with the tip of her tongue out on the corner of her lip, her eyes zeros in on the center of her brother's back before she flaps as hard as her 4-year-old wings can. A few more inches and I can tackle him.

Rhysand continues to jog while laughing until he realizes the sudden quietness behind him, worried that her sister accidentally winnowed out, he turns around to check only for the wind to get knocked out of him as his little sister tackles him onto the floor.

"I got you, I got you, I got you!" Arya giggles while Rhys tries to catch his breath with an amused smirk.

"What did I say about running and flying indoors?" their mom scolds as she stands at the end of the hallway with her hands on her hips. Though, you can see the smile threatening to take over her face. Vera's favourite sight is seeing her children just be children, something she was ripped off of at such a young age and now that her oldest is soon to be nine years old, she knows his time as a child will soon be limited, if there was free time to be given to him at all.

As soon as Rhysand turns nine, the High Lord of Night, his father will be sending him off to Windhaven for Illyrian training, therefore Vera savours these moments when she watches Rhys hold his little sister instead of holding a sword. The night heir was supposed to start his training at the ripe age of eight but Vera had begged her mate to give him a year more to be a child before sending him off to train.

"I'm sorry momma, it's raining outside and Rhy's and I had a lot of energy to burn out," Arya pouts up at her mother while rolling off of her brother and laying beside him on the floor.

"Oh is that so little one?" Vera smirks as she slowly walks over to the two and before they know it she attacks their sides making her smile widely as the two erupt in laughter.

"Wait- no!" Rhysand laughs as Arya tries to wiggle away. "How's this for burning energy?" Vera laughs before showing mercy and letting them breathe.

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Arya sips her cup of tea before placing it on the window ledge as she finishes the agreed amount of history she has to read for the day.

"I would rather go flying than read all these history books every day, I finished school years ago but I'm stuck reading to catch up on politics that happened thousands of years ago. I would take training over this momma," Arya whines as she finishes the last chapter for the day.

Vera, ever the graceful beautiful Illyrian female, sends her daughter a teasing smile, "I'm sorry little one, just be glad you were able to compromise with your father. Learn history for a few hours and then you can train in fighting and flying. You know he wouldn't have allowed the two to happen to his daughter unless he can exchange something for it."

Arya sighed as she stood up and walked to her mother who was working on a beautiful dress, "I don't even know why he's making me learn all the political ins and outs when Rhy's is the heir to the crown."

Vera's spine immediately relaxes under her daughter's soft caresses on her back. "Can you trust your brother to run the night court all on his own one day? He can barely organize his room as it is, Do you think he can organize correspondences on his table in the future?" Vera teases as she ties her last stitch on the dress.

"I'm sure Mor would love to do that," Arya chuckles before carefully lifting the dress her mother was working on off her mother's lap. "This is beautiful," the princess of night admires.

"Rhysand's future wife is lucky and she better appreciate every one of these or else I'm telling Rhy's she's not the one and I don't care if they even end up as mates," Arya comments as she hangs her mother's newest creation with the rest of the dresses she finished recently.

"Oh speaking of your brother's future wife, I need you to go to the weaver sometime this week when your brother gets here," Vera states making Arya scrunch her nose in confusion.

"Why is that?" Vera only smiles as she cleans her supplies around the room. "I want the weaver to hold onto my engagement ring for safe keeping and I want your brother to have his future wife to be one to retrieve it one day."

"Let me guess, his future wife is only worthy if she can retrieve this ring from the weaver?" Arya laughs, she loops her arm around her mothers as they walk to the dining room to prepare for dinner. "You're lucky the weaver likes me," she giggles before putting on an apron.

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Amren watches with an almost bored expression as Arya narrows her eyes at the ancient one across from her, concentrating on trying to get past the ancient's thick mental shield.

Amren's shield was a thick dark grey fog that went from top to bottom of her mental field, Arya could just about see the shapes of tall pine trees behind it, it was a vast forest surrounded with mist and fog swirling around which almost represented her silver eyes.

After almost a decade of practicing with Amren, Arya has only recently managed to walk through the forest of the ancient's mind and find the actual mental barrier. For years Arya kept getting lost in Amren's mental forest. Every time she got stuck and took too long in the forest the silver-eyed ancient locked her in there, for a minute or two to teach her that time was of the essence and to be careful using her daemeti skills.

Now the princess of the night court can get through Amren's mental forest in record time, even faster than her older brother, but the real challenge was finding a crack in Amren's shield and Arya has been trying for months with no luck.

Today, Arya woke up with more determination and she vowed to her reflection in the mirror this morning that she would get through the ancient's shield no matter what she had to do to get through it. She should have asked to train with Cassian first to get some anger out but there had been no time to ask Amren and Cassian to switch training time. No time when it was only this morning that Arya's father barged into her room talking about how she is required to spend some time with one of Beron's sons as she is scheduled to be betrothed to one of them when Autumn comes.

Vera was livid when she heard her husband's command. The High Lord of Night had sold her off to Beron's son in exchange for their alliance in the coming war.

"Come on, girl, I don't have all day," Amren tells her annoyedly. Arya scoffs before once again concentrating on the impenetrable shield in Amren's mind.

Arya focuses on the bottom of the ancient's shield, she conjures thick purple smoke from the bottom of the shield and with a quick flick of her wrist, the purple smoke covers the entire shield. The half-Illyrian female clings her smoke onto the shield, making her smoke act as a second skin to Amren's shield.

Before Amren could even grasp what was happening, Arya forced her smoke to bend along with the shield that her smoke now clung to. Arya smirks as she watches Amren flinch with a hiss and half a second later the ancient's shield cracks and Arya wastes no time before her purple smoke seeps through the cracks.

Arya conjures her purple eyes into Amren's mind before quickly retracting herself from her brain. The night princess gets a growl from the silver-eyed fae which only results in the princess' smirk growing.

"Only took me almost a decade," Arya says triumphantly. "I was honestly tempted to blast your shield once I heard it crack, luckily for you I took pity."

"I could kill you right now just for saying that," Amren hisses as she rubs her temple trying to stop the headache that was slowly starting.

"Please, you know you love me," that statement was true. Even Arya's father was afraid of the ancient one, but anyone can easily see how much Amren adores and cares for the princess of the night.

"You are a pain in my ass."

"Well, my sweet Amren, wait it out a few more months and you'll be rid of me," Arya shrugs crossing her arms over her chest.

Amren narrows her eyes at the princess, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, so the news isn't out yet?" Arya says with a tone of disbelief, "Interesting. I thought the news would've been known by every fae and creature of Prythian by now."

"What news?" Amren growls, not liking the implication of what this news could be.

"I'm to be betrothed to one of Beron's sons," Arya says just above a whisper.

Amren shoots out of her chair with a growl that shakes the ground under Arya's feet, "You're lying."

Arya says dejectedly closing her eyes, "I wish I was Ams, I wish I was."

"Did that idiot of a High Lord not see what the Autumn court did to Morrigan?" Arya's eyes shoot open wide at the boldness of Amren calling her father an idiot in the open air. No one disagrees with the statement but no one dares to say it out loud. And apparently, Amren knew exactly what Arya was thinking.

"Please, you think I'm afraid of your father?" Amren shakes her head before she starts pacing again. "I will not let that male sell you off to those despicable males."

"There isn't anything any of us can do unless we want me dead because I assure you, if I did what Mor did, I won't make it out alive and I will die in the hands of my father."

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8bitscarlet · 2 years

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For being so nice🎀 and cute😚, copy this to other bloggers that you think are wonderful. 💗Keep the GAME going and make others feel beautiful❤️

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maximotts · 2 years

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For being so nice🎀 and cute😚, copy this to other bloggers that you think are wonderful. 💗Keep the GAME going and make others feel beautiful❤️

Awww thanks bby!! 💖💖

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marvelnatswhore · 1 year

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Mommy's girl 🖤

Step-mom wanda X fem!reader~smut

Sum: Wanda’s had eyes on you for awhile, it’s time she gave you the attention you’ve been wanting.

Warnings: Mommy kink, step mom x step daughter (reader of age) CNC & somnophilia, pervy wanda) oral/cunnilings, -reader receiving and giving) fingering, squirting, lots of pet names & praise.

WC: 2.6k -my longest fic?

A/N: Based on these headcanons

-i am sorry this took way too long i had no motivation :’)

Tags: @mrsromanovaa @clintsbigtoe @m-r-nicely @fxckmiup

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Your little crush on Wanda never went unnoticed, from the moment she came into your life she knew she wanted you, and you’ve been her sweet, innocent toy ever since.

You knew it felt wrong being so attracted to her at first, Wanda always made you feel so comfortable and loved, you could almost forget she’s your step-mother.

You could ignore the way her hands linger on your shoulders or the quick kisses she leaves on your cheeks or the feeling you get when her arms wrap around you and she calls you her baby.

Wanda knew you wanted her, from the late nights you spent alone in your bedroom with your hand buried in your pants and her name falling from your lips, the way your gaze never left her, or the way you melted under her touch, she indulged it a little.

You’re just so precious, Wanda couldn't help it the first few nights her hand wandered into your panties.

You were so oblivious to it, so cute and needy, waking up with sticky underwear or sometimes none at all. Her innocent toy, she could touch you all she wanted when you were sleeping, you’re pretty tits and that cute little cunt, always so wet for her.

She’d never penetrated you before, she fantasised about it, how you would look when she made you cum, filling you with her cock and waking you up as you let go, pulling you against her and kissing your pretty lips, the thought of it was almost too perfect.

It’s Saturday morning when Wanda comes into your room, like most mornings, even when you forget to set an alarm she’ll always wake you up, rubbing your cheek and whispering to you softly until you stir.

You always look so precious when you sleep, especially now; your bedding is half on the floor and your head is tucked so neatly into the pillow you’re cuddling, you’re only wearing your panties and a bra, the pretty pink one Wanda bought for you.

Wanda shut the door softly, coming to the edge of your bed where you were sleeping, she reached out her hand to rub your cheek, You just look so cute and innocent.. her hand moved down your jaw, stroking along your soft skin until she reached your chest, cupping your breast and rubbing her thumb over the nipple until it hardened. You twitched at the touch and Wanda smiled.

How could she wake you when you look so sweet?

She bent down to your thighs, settling her hands on the smooth skin. You move at the touch but quickly settle back down when Wanda hushes you softly.

She brings her hand to your panties, stroking a tentative line down the fabric as you whimper softly.

Wanda smiles relishing in knowing she caused it, two fingers trace further along your panties, you hum in your sleep, shifting your weight at the touch and Wanda admires the wet patch that forms under her thumb.

“Pretty girl.” Wanda mutters, rubbing quick circles over the damp fabric before pulling her fingers away.

She slips your sticky panties down your hips, just enough to expose your heat. Her fingers ghost along your folds, admiring your arousal and teasing you. She takes her time stroking over your clit, languid touches that have your legs squeezing closer together and the soft noises between your lips becoming more and more lustful as she touches you.

Wanda pushes two fingers through your slit and you moan, pressing your thighs around her hand.

“Poor thing, you want Mommy's hm?”

She leans into you, inhaling your scent before kissing your clit softly and spreading your lips apart with two fingers.

“Mommy-” You moan instinctively humping your hips towards her as Wanda grins, such an innocent thing, wanting your mommy, even in your sleep.

She flattens her tongue against you, pushing it through your folds as you inhale sharply, still asleep for now. Your hips jerk towards her tongue as Wanda alternates between soft licks and sucks to your clit. Your moans are getting louder and it won’t be long before you’re awake. You taste so sweet and Wanda can’t get enough, she dips into your entrance as you whine pathetically, it’s almost too much and you close around nothing as Wanda pulls away. You hum upset at the sudden loss of contact, but Wanda reaches out to stroke your cheek and you calm back down.

“That’s it baby, just sleep.”

She slides your wet panties back up your hips, you shiver at the feeling and Wanda leans in to kiss your cheek before tucking you in and leaving you.

She carries on with her morning, making your breakfast, doing your washing and cleaning, the urge to check on you pulls at her but she knew she was pushing her luck with you earlier.

It’s hard not to think about you, your little whimpers and moans, and how needy you were for her and how cute you looked when touched you. She almost can't help it when her hand slips into her pants, just thinking about it..

You woke up feeling warm, and it didn’t take long before you felt the mess between your legs, your cheeks turned red with embarrassment knowing you’d have to tell Wanda it happened again.

You changed quickly, leaving your embarrassment and wet underwear beside your bed as you came into the living room.

“Morning, sweet girl.” Wanda said, smiling when she noticed you. “How did you sleep?”

“Good.” You yawn a little and sit at the table opposite her, You almost blush when you realise you’re staring at her chest, she’s wearing tight yoga pants and a black sports bra that’s evidently too small as her breasts spill over.

Wanda obviously takes notice but leaves it unmentioned, you really can’t help yourself around her.

“I’m making breakfast soon baby, want blueberries or chocolate chip pancakes?”

“Blueberries?“ You say and Wanda nods, coming around the table to the kitchen and offering a quick kiss to your head on the way past.

“Thanks, Wanda.” You said, hoping she wouldn’t notice the blush that formed across your cheeks.

“Honey, I told you to call me Mommy, didn't I?” She smiles again, opening the freezer to find the blueberries. You try to ignore the feeling you get when she calls herself that.

“I’m doing some yoga soon, want to join?” Wanda asks with a grin across her lips, you agree, of course.

It’s not long before you find yourself on the floor, pressing your knees into a pink foam mat and attempting some kind of downward dog that feels more like a downward fall.

You can feel Wanda’s gaze on you. She’s behind you, as she insisted she should be, to make sure you’re doing it right.

“This kinda hurts-” You mutter, scrunching your face up at the numb feeling in your leg as you lean further.

“You’re not bending forward enough, baby.” Wanda chuckles at your pose, leaving her stretch to come up behind you and press her front flush against you.

Her arms wrap around your torso, bending you forwards slightly with her hips.

“Just like that.” She whispers in your ear and you feel a wet heat quickly forming between your legs.

“Does that feel better, Honey?” You nod. growing warmer at the praise.

“Good girl.”

Her breath on your neck is making it hard to ignore the feeling, especially when the hand on your chest moves further down your front. You try not to notice it or react when she reaches the waistband of your leggings.

“Such a good girl.”

Her hand slips lower until she’s cupping the fabric over your pussy and you let out a shallow whimper at the touch.

“M-mommy what-”

“Shh, just relax, baby.” Wanda whispers, her breasts kiss the curve of your back as you groan softly, feeling her hand slip in beneath the waistband of your leggings and into your panties.

"Mommy's pretty girl."

You bit your lip, sucking it into a muffled moan when you feel her cupping your heat.

“I’ve wanted to fuck this pretty pussy all day.” Wanda mumbled, causing you to groan involuntarily when your hips buck towards her hand.

“Like that, pretty girl?” Wanda whispers in a guttural tone, her fingertips brushing your clit. “Of course you do, you’re such a slut for your Mommy.”

You gasp as Wanda pushes two fingers through your folds, moaning deeply when she feels your arousal.

“All this for me? How cute.” She strokes through your slick a few times, teasing you and circling around your erect clit, it’s enough to have you winning softly and grinding against her hand for whatever friction you can find.

“What baby? Tell Mommy what you want.” Her tone is almost commanding and you feel yourself nearly melting into submission.

“Please Mommy- touch me.”

Wanda smiles, guiding two fingers to your entrance and suddenly pushing them inside. You moan instantly at the feeling and Wanda starts pumping into you quickly.

Her spare hand moves to grope your breasts and you whine as she pinches your nipple.

“Fuck- baby, you like that?” You nod your head with an urgency, moaning desperately every time her fingers fill your cunt.

“Such a pretty slut. You’re mine, understand? all Mommy’s.” She mutters against you and her lips trail down to your neck as she leaves small kisses along the skin, sucking sharply on your pulse point.

“Mommy!” You gasp as she curls her fingers into you, fucking you deeper and quicker, you still can’t believe what’s happening and the wet sounds of her fingers in your pussy is almost disgusting but somehow it turns you on even more.

“That’s it baby, let Mommy fuck your pussy.”

Her lips move up your neck, licking and sucking the skin with varying shades and marks until she reaches your jaw, leaving soft kisses along the edge.

“Mommy-” Your breath hitches in the back of your throat, short laboured breaths as she hits your sweet spot, thrusting quicker and deeper.

“Are you gonna come, Honey?” Wanda asks in an almost feigned tone and you nod your head, whimpering as you feel yourself closing around her fingers.

Her thumb slides along your skin brushing your neglected clit, you gasp shamelessly when she strokes it, rubbing harsh circles on the hardened point.

Her fingers are filling you completely, pumping into you and with the added stimulation on your clit you can barely keep yourself standing.

“M-mommy, i’m gonna-” You groan again.

“That’s it, come for Mommy, pet.” You nearly yell, moaning, as your orgasm washes over you and your knees buckle. Wanda continues to pump into you, only slowing when you’re pushing her hand away.

“Good girl, such a pretty slut.” You hear Wanda whispering to you as she sits back on the couch, pulling you into her lap. Your body feels limp and you realise Wanda’s hand is still in your pants when she cups your heat. You can feel your warm cum coating her fingers.

“You did so well, baby.” Wanda mutters, kissing your neck, “Such a good girl.”

She takes your jaw with her other hand and guides you to meet her gaze before kissing you, sliding her tongue in your mouth and kissing you deeper, exploring every inch of your mouth and swirling her tongue with your own. She pulls away and you both pant for air.

Her gaze drifts down to your chest and your hardened nipples poking through the thin fabric, she cups one of your breasts, kneading the soft skin as your head falls back in a subtle groan.

“Does that feel good, princess?”

You nod your head feeling obedient to her. “Such pretty tits” Wanda mutters, rolling your nipple between her fingers before reaching to palm your neglected breast.

“You made Mommy all wet, darling.” Wanda says nonchalantly, reaching to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Why don’t you clean mommy up.”

Your throat goes dry at the thought, and before you can process anything Wanda’s takes your hips, sliding you off her lap and onto the floor.

You watch with your mouth a-gape as she removes her leggings and then panties, letting them fall loosely around her ankles. You swallow hard seeing her glistening cunt, she runs her fingers through your hair, tugging softly and guiding you to where she most wants. “That’s it, baby. I know you’ve been fantasising about this, haven't you? You nod instinctively and she chuckles “Good girl.”

She takes her spare hand, spreading her lips for you and you don’t waste a moment to take her thighs and press your mouth to her pussy. She moans warmly, humming her praise as you close your lips around her clit, sucking it softly.

The pleasure quickly takes her and Wanda’s head falls back in a low moan.

You start lapping at her heat, alternating between sucking and licking against her in long lines, collecting her arousal on your tongue and burying yourself in her.

It feels wrong but so right, she tastes better than anything you could have imagined, your pussy is throbbing and you can feel yourself grinding against nothing as you pleasure her.

“That’s it-” She breathes, “Such a good girl, suck on your Mommy’s clit.” You do as she says, she guides you back to her clit and you suck it softly, earning a low moan from her.

Wanda leans back on one hand as her breathing quickens, her hips are grinding against you faster now, and her hand in your hair presses you closer, you lick a line down to her entrance and Wanda moans affirmatively, nodding her head as you push your tongue into her.

She gasps and starts riding you, humping herself against your face. You can tell she’s getting closer and your own thighs are clenching as you fuck her.

“That’s it-ah” Wanda says, as you hit her sweet spot, her voice is breathier than before and it heightens your arousal to an embarrassing degree. Your thighs are rubbing against your clit and it’s almost enough to relieve the pressing building in you.

“Baby- mommy’s gonna come!” a gasp leaves Wanda’s throat as you sink your tongue into her again, pressing deeper when you feel her closing around you and warm liquid squirts across your face.

You moan against her and continue to lap at her softly, collecting her cum until she’s guiding you away with her hand in your hair.

You let her come down from her orgasm, and she soon cups your cheek to meet her gaze. You look awfully cute on your knees with her cum smeared across your lips, she could almost take a photo.

She pats her lap, inviting you to sit and you climb into it, straddling her thighs as her hand settles on your cheek.

“Such a good girl.” Wanda say’s, still out of breath, “Mommy’s very good girl.” Her hand strokes your skin and she leans in capturing your lips in a kiss.

She hums, tasting herself on you when your tongue slips in. Your mouth is tired from pleasuring her and your kissing is somewhat sloppy but Wanda doesn’t care. She pulls you closer, bobbing her tongue in your mouth and taking control as you melt in her arms, you're consumed in the subspace she put you in and the feeling of her hands on you only intensifies how soft you feel.

You finally pull away, out of breath, leaving a soft peck on her wet lips as she hums.

“Such a good girl letting mommy fuck you again.”

“Again?” You ask, and Wanda chuckles at your obliviousness. “mhm, such an innocent thing.” Wanda pouts at you, running her thumb over your wet bottom lip. “You know mommy just wants to make you feel good. You just look so cute when you sleep, sweetheart. I didn’t want you to be all uncomfy in those sticky panties, mommy was just helping you.”

You don’t know how to react to the thought, and You realise the mess between your legs this morning was Wanda. You feel that wet heat rising between your thighs again, something about your mommy using you like that.. The thought turns you on.

“You like that, don’t you baby? Knowing that mommy was playing with you, even when you’re sleeping?”

You nod your head and she chuckles, “that’s my girl.”

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #step mommy wanda #step mommy wanda au #wanda x you #wanda maxmoff x y/n #mommy wanda #i really hope this does well #i'll cry if it doesnt #my fics #wanda maximoff x you

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sapphic-coded · 2 months

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I Swear That I Don't Have A Gun

You grew up in Ohio with your father, brother, and sister. Your family was small and strange. Because of that, you were picked on relentlessly at school. Until another weird kid showed up. Her family moved in across the street from you. It wasn't long until the two of you became friends. Your friendship became the light in your life. Until it ended suddenly. Rumors followed your friend's disappearance. Russian spies. You didn't see her again until you crossed paths at work.

Series Masterlist

Natasha Romanoff x fem Reader

Warnings: Violence. Reader is a messed up assassin and misses her gun home. Childhood trauma hanging out in the background. Hunted animals. Minors DNI.

Word Count: 4.6k

Author's Note: Life has been crazy. It still is. But this series is so much fun to write. Please know that your comments and love have kept my days bright. I read all your comments. Your likes and reblogs make me do my happy dance. It makes me happy that you guys are enjoying this series as much as I am. I apologize for the wait. I hope this new chapter makes up for it!

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Chapter Eight: You Can't Raise Hell With A Saint

Mount Vernon, Ohio – 1993

You watched the station wagon slowly back out of your driveway from your bedroom window. As you watched, you folded and then unfolded the piece of paper in your hand several times. Your father’s departing words echoed in the back of your mind.

“This is vital to maintaining our relationship with our allies. Remember. When the time comes, we must position ourselves on the correct side.”

You waited until the station wagon disappeared from view before your attention shifted onto the snowman across the street. Your father is gone for the weekend. Your assigned homework is already completed and buried in your backpack. You had hoped for two uninterrupted days with your friend. You two had discovered a perfect hill for sledding not too far away. You had hoped you could return to it this weekend with Nat. But before your father had left, he had given you an assignment. One you were not allowed to ignore.

But if you finish it quickly like your homework…

You turned away from the window and got dressed. The house was quiet as you descended the stairs and hunted through the kitchen for breakfast. Your father had given both your brother and sister assignments. You figured your siblings were already out doing them. You found an opened pack of pop-tarts hidden behind the jar of two dead mating frogs. You ate the delicious blueberry pop-tart and washed it down with tap water from the sink. Once breakfast was done, you pulled on your snow boots and put on your heavy winter coat. You unfolded your father’s note once more to reread the words hastily scribbled in fine black ink. Then, you refolded up the note and shoved it into your coat’s pocket.

You left out the back door and pulled on your gloves as the morning winter air scratched at your face. The snow crunched beneath your boots as you headed towards the treeline. The woods behind your house stretched onwards for roughly two miles. It was one of the reasons why your father had chosen to settle here. He could disappear into this patch of quiet woodland and no one but you and your siblings would know.

For a while, the only noise was the steady rhythm of your footsteps and the chirping of birdsong as you left your house behind and walked deep into the woods. The sunlight shone brightly off the surface of the snow and made your eyes water if you stared at it for too long. You felt the wind beginning to pick up and blow against your back as you walked. Your pace did not slow until you reached the base of a tree with a dead hare hanging from a snare.

You knelt down into the cold snow and pulled your hunting knife from your coat pocket. You cut the rope and lifted the dead animal up by the rope’s lead. Its dark lifeless eyes stared at you and you searched for any ounce of pity. When you didn’t find any, you stood up and continued walking. The weight of the hare hanging from the small noose made you feel less alone. You kept walking until you spotted a smooth, round rock. You picked it up and it nearly covered your whole palm.

You tied the end of the rope around the rock as you continued further into the woods. The light of the sun had started to dim when you finally reached a large pond. Your feet carried you to a narrow dock that stretched out over the water. The wooden boards groaned beneath your feet as you came to the end of the dock. You looked down into the dark water. It hadn’t frozen over yet which made your assignment easier. The wind continued to blow at your back as you tossed the dead hare into the water. The lifeless animal hit the cold water with a splash and floated on the pond’s surface for a moment. Then the dark water pulled the dead hare down into its depths. You waited for some kind of response. A sign that your assignment was complete. But nothing happened. So you turned and started the trek home.

Your thoughts returned to your friend as you began following your footprints back the way you came. You would have the whole rest of the day to do whatever you wanted. And tomorrow you wouldn’t have to waste any time with another assignment. Your immediate future was bright and that fueled your quick pace.

But your pace started to slow when you lost sight of your footprints in the snow. The wind that had been blowing must have covered them up. You ignored the first sour taste of fear and kept going. You had planned to just follow your tracks back home, but you could make it back without them. You had only gone in one direction. It wouldn’t be difficult to find your way back home. You shoved your gloved hands into the pockets of your heavy coat as the wind now blew against your face.

The light of the sun continued to fade as you made new tracks in the snow. You were going in the right direction. You had to be. But you spotted new bushes and weird leaning trees that you hadn’t seen before. You felt yourself shivering against the cold as the light faded into the coming dark. You kept walking until you finally leaned against a tree and sank towards the freezing ground. You closed your eyes and tried to curl yourself up as much as you could within the fading warmth of your coat.

You don’t know how you messed up your assignment. You thought you knew your way back. You thought this would be so easy. Your father had dragged you and your siblings out here plenty of times. Yet you’re lost and you don’t know what to do other than sit here and–

“Y/N!”

Nat.

Triskelion, Washington D.C. – 2012

You miss your little piece of woodland paradise. You had discovered the small cabin during your fourth job. You had been posing as a realtor for your target. The cabin had caught your eye because of its remoteness. It was tucked away along the mountainside and far enough away from all the main roads that all you heard when you stepped outside was birdsong and the wind brushing through the trees. It was the perfect spot to kill your target. The cabin had been left on the market for years and only maintained by a vendor who came out once a season to keep the place from falling apart. You would have no interruptions to deal with. If your target tried to flee, it would be a long run back to a main road. And even if your target got that far, they would need to run from there back to the nearest town. This spot was an open playground. You could kill your target however you wanted. Chase them around if you were feeling energetic. Sever their head with an axe like a lumberjack cutting up wood.

But when you had pulled up to the cabin for the first time, you realized that you couldn’t do any of that here. Sure, you had plenty of space. The cabin was remote. The main road lightly traveled. When you let out a scream to test if anyone would come running, no one did. It wasn’t until you walked through the cabin and into each of the small, cozy rooms that you understood why you couldn’t bring your target here. The cabin felt too much like a home.

The pictures that hung on the walls were snapshots of the owner’s life. Frames full of smiling faces and captured happy moments. You saw the lives of their children begin with innocent, small, round confused faces and stop at handsome young faces decorated in medals and gowns. The furniture bore the nicks and marks of a life used. You could even see the spots of soot left behind in the fireplace where the vendor failed to clean.

You had only ever been in a home like this once before. You had sat down onto the couch in the cabin’s small family room and looked over at the kitchen. You imagined the smell of Nat’s home. You imagined Nat’s mother standing in the kitchen. It was the only thing you could think of. You sat there for a long time. It had been the first time in years that you thought about your friend without all the other stories hanging onto the memory. You thought about Nat. You thought about how happy you had been around her. You tried to imagine her as an adult, but you couldn’t. She was dead, and you were no longer the kid she met back in Ohio.

You ended up killing your target during a private tour of a much larger home far away from the cabin you found. By the time you had bought and moved into the cabin, the new owners of the other much larger home had only finished finding all your target’s missing fingers. The cabin had become your home. Your place to unwind after your jobs. You had filled it with everything you knew that belonged in a home. You loved the feeling of walking through the front door after a long job and just breathing in the smell of your home.

Your bunk is nothing like your cabin. You are buried beneath all the important floors. Your room has no windows. Your room has four white walls, harsh overhead lights, and a white tiled floor. The brightness of the room often gives you a headache which is why your favorite time to be in your bunk is when you are sleeping. All the lights are off and you can listen to the hum of the air conditioner. The best part is that you don’t have to wear that stupid suit when you are in here. You are even allowed to speak, however the only person you ever talk to is Rumlow.

You miss your cabin so much.

The lights in your room come on when the door opens. The twin sized mattress you lay on offers the bare minimum of comfort, yet you don’t bother to sit up. Instead, as you wake and hear familiar footsteps, you drape your arm over your eyes. It successfully blocks out the harsh light, but does nothing to stop the approaching footsteps.

“The bosses up top were impressed with your Bardstown mission,” Rumlow says.

You can’t fight back the small laugh that works its way past your curling lips. With your arm draped over your eyes you can see Sikora’s bent neck clearly. You can still hear each crunch as his body collided down each step. “I killed one person and they weren’t even my target.”

“Which worked out in your favor,” Rumlow says as his approaching footsteps stop. “You played your part. The mission was a success, and no one will look deeper than that.”

You lift your arm away from your eyes and let it flop down to your side. The harsh lights already make your eyes water, but you focus on Rumlow who stands beside your bunk looking down at you. “Do you find your work fulfilling?” Instead of answering you, he turns and steps away from your bunk. You sit up. “Satisfaction is very important to me.”

Rumlow causally makes his way over to a small table. He picks up the half finished bottle of bourbon Nat gave you before leaving Bardstown. You couldn’t drink it then. Removing your helmet around her would go against everything Rumlow has been drilling into your head. But you had ripped your helmet off the moment you returned to your bunk. You had brought the bottle to your lips, and you had drunk so much while thinking of her.

“What are you asking for?” he asks.

“Let me work,” you reply. “Without the suit and the rules. Tell me who the bosses want dead, give me back my gun, and let me kill them.”

Rumlow sets the bottle down. “That’s not how this works.”

You roll your eyes and flop back down onto your bunk.

“I also don’t have your gun,” he adds.

You close your eyes and swallow back the urge to yell. You hate this role so much. If you were impressing these bosses so much, why wouldn’t they let you show them how good you really were? What was the point of all the secrets if most of SHIELD was really HYDRA anyways? Or at least, most of the important people. Or whatever Rumlow had told you during those first few days.

“The bosses were also pleased with how you handled Romanoff,” Rumlow says.

Your eyes open and you stare up at the bland white ceiling. You fight back the smile you know is coming when you think back to the best day of your life. You hope you end up on another mission like that. Just the two of you. The one little new piece of your life that made tolerating this role just a bit more manageable.

“How do you feel?” Rumlow asks.

Like you want to pour over the office directory until you find her office. You’d race up there and sneak in when she isn’t around. You’d sit in the comfortable office chair that you hope she has up there. You’d take your helmet off and wait. And when she finally enters you’d spin around in her chair for a proper dramatic entrance.

You turn your head to look at Rumlow. “Depressed. My favorite gun is lost.”

Rumlow holds your stare. You know what he’s looking for. Perhaps if he could read minds then he would have found it. Instead, you hide all your fantasies and memories behind your little lie. It’s easy. You do the same trick your father always did. String together a story from bits and pieces of truth and mold it into what you need. You know it worked when Rumlow finally breaks your little staring contest. You don’t move when he turns away from you. You don’t want to give away your victory.

“You have training with Rollins in twenty,” Rumlow says before he leaves.

You wait until the door to your room shuts behind him before you get up. You move towards the table and grab the half empty bottle of bourbon. You bring it to your lips and take a sip. The smooth amber liquid washes across your tongue and burns down your throat. You think of when she handed you this bottle. You remember the way her hands briefly brushed across your gloved ones.

You set the bottle down and change while your mind lingers in that memory. Rollins is already waiting for you when you arrive at one of the training rooms a few floors up. Bright sunlight pours through the windows that run along the far side of the training room. You feel uncomfortably hot underneath your suit, and you already miss the cool kiss of the air conditioning that hums in your bunk. When you see Rollins in the training room, your interior visor screen lights up with data you already knew. Except for the healing ribs. That part is new.

Rollins leads you over to a bunch of blue mats. The hand to hand combat drills still feel weird. You know what you are supposed to do. You had learned back when Rumlow first shoved you into this stupid suit that going for kill strikes was not in compliance. You had to work your way up to kill strikes to make everything more believable.

“You’re not an assassin anymore. You’re a SHIELD agent.”

Which wasn’t even the truth. You found that this dance they forced you to do felt awkward. Your movements felt sloppy as you fought not to go for the opening that would put your target down permanently. And when a kill strike was considered acceptable, it always came far too late. It never felt right. These lessons pressed up against the memories of your training back in Ohio, and it often left you feeling more frustrated than anything else.

Your training with Rollins is quickly following the same trend as all the others. Your punches feel sluggish and off. Every time Rollins dodges your hit or counters, you know exactly what you should have done instead. Your frustration grows as you hold back. Your thoughts scream at you in the roar of your father’s voice. You want to give in. Why trade blows when it can easily be only you hitting your target? But you’ve already tried giving in. You had managed to bloody your knuckles a bit before Rumlow had started talking to you about compliance. Everything had stopped despite your urge to keep going. Then you were back at the beginning as if your outburst hadn’t happened.

Rollins dodges one of your punches and delivers a blow to your torso that pushes you back a step. He doesn’t advance. He stands there and waits as you swallow back all the foul words that usually tumble out of your mouth whenever something hurts. It’s hard not to say anything. Especially when he stands there looking bored. But you aren’t eager for them to start fucking with your mind again, so you keep quiet. The sound of your heavy breaths fills up your helmet as you return to your spot in front of Rollins. You duck under his right arm as it swings out. Your fist slams into his healing ribs and the noise he makes is exactly what you needed to hear. His cry is short-lived as he quickly masks it with a grunt. He retreats from you, and you let him. You watch as his breaths become more labored as his hands press against the very spot you hit. You don’t know if you just broke one of his healing ribs. It hadn’t been your intention, but you certainly didn’t pull that punch.

“Aren’t you supposed to be resting?”

Her voice steals your attention. She stands by the door dressed in a dark gray sweatshirt and black joggers. Her arms are crossed in front of her chest, and her head tilts slightly as her question is first met with silence. Well, more like your silence and Rollins’ heavy breaths. You could shatter this stretch of quiet in a heartbeat, and you want to. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you bury the urge. Your eyes greedily take in the sight of your friend. You are grateful for your stupid helmet as your eyes run down the length of her legs and stop at the black sneakers that cover her feet.

“I thought you were heading back up to New York with Rogers,” Rollins finally says.

“Eventually,” she replies with a slight shrug and walks further into the training room. “But I have some stuff I need to take care of first.” She uncrosses her arms as she casually approaches the mats. “You should head back before anyone from medical catches you here.”

“I’m a bit busy training the quiet one,” Rollins says.

You should have tried to break his ribs. He’d be too busy dealing with that pain to put a premature end to this wonderful moment.

“I can take over,” she offers.

Your helmet conceals the wide smile that cuts across your face. You don’t know what you have done to deserve so much alone time with your friend, but you will happily do whatever it takes to keep ending up in these wonderful moments. You don’t hear Rollins leave, and when you look over at the man, you can tell that he is unsure if he should leave. The questions he cannot voice are written plainly across his face and your smile falters. Is he…is he not going to leave? Is he really going to ruin this for you? You want to tell him that his concerns are unnecessary. If you were going to spill the beans, you would have done it the moment you and Nat were alone on the quinjet. Or sometime in Bardstown. Not in some fancy building secretly full of HYDRA agents ready to put you down with just a couple of random words.

“Don’t worry,” her voice pulls your attention back to her. Despite the fact that she is addressing Rollins, her focus is on you. You spot the beginnings of a smirk that stirs up something inside you. Something exciting and warm. “I won’t break her.”

You hear Rollins sigh and you feel the buzz of your excitement grow.

“If you do, you’re the one having that conversation with Rumlow,” Rollins replies. “Not me.” Rollins gives you one last warning look before leaving. You watch the man’s retreating form and feel at ease when you see his hand come up to gingerly touch the spot where you hit him.

When you look back over at Nat, you find her pulling her dark gray sweatshirt over her head. The uncomfortable heat that sticks to your skin beneath your suit returns as you feel your hands begin to sweat inside your gloves. You ignore the information that attempts to clog up your visor. Your focus is first on the black sleeveless shirt she wears. The hem of the shirt gets caught briefly on her sweatshirt and lifts to reveal the barest hint of a firm ab. You blink when the shirt falls back down.

Nat sets her sweatshirt aside and steps onto the mats. “Are they always that serious around you?”

You nod, but you are not thinking about Rollins, or Rumlow, or how painfully serious both tend to be at all times. You are too consumed by the realization that you have never seen this much of your friend before. No. That wasn’t it. You can recall several old memories of warm summer days and cool lake water. But you hadn’t felt like this back then. You are staring at her lean biceps and you just want to touch her.

She steps forward. “Your missions with them must be fun.” She shifts into a fighting stance and raises her fists. “Let’s see what you can do.”

You raise your fists and shift your stance. Your smirk at your friend’s earlier sarcasm falls away as your visor’s screen identifies multiple places to strike first. You know what you want to do, but that option isn’t listed anywhere on the screen. If it wasn’t for Nat standing in front of you, you would have quickly returned to your sour, frustrated mood. But instead, you wait for her to strike first. A few moments pass and all you two do is slowly circle the mats. You realize that she’s waiting for you to strike first. A hint of your concealed smile returns. You happily oblige.

Your fist swings towards her, and you feel her arm quickly block your strike. Your focus is on her face, and you can tell that she barely had to think about her reaction. You continue to move in a slow circle and she does the same. You fall back into the training that Rumlow has been drilling into you since they freed you from that chair. You move in and strike. You frown slightly as she blocks or dodges every one of your strikes. It makes you feel like she’s in your mind. That she knew what you planned to do the exact same time you did. You retreat back a step when your fifth punch doesn’t land.

You wait for her to move in with her attack, but it doesn’t come. You know she can’t see your face, but it feels like she can when she offers a small shrug and that small smile creeps back in.

“I’m guessing that was your warm-up?”

You know it’s bait, but you take it anyway. You move in with another series of attacks. Every single one of your punches feels just as sluggish as before. The rhythm feels off. You feel like each attack is wrong. Your strikes aren’t landing and just as you are about to sink into the seething grip of your frustration, you see Nat’s fist coming towards you. Your hand catches her wrist before her fist can make contact with your helmet.

You watch as her brow arches in a silent question. You ignore the data that races across your visor’s screen and focus on the weight of her wrist in your hand. The familiarity of it lures out pieces of warmer memories. The touch of her hand taking yours. How her touch would melt the rigid cold left after early summer mornings with your father. You abandon the awkward dance you have been following. You can hear whispers of your father’s voice in the back of your mind as you take a breath and move.

Her wrist slips free before you can pull her towards you. She goes on the offensive and the attacks you block send you back a few steps. You spy her foot moving to hook behind yours and you maneuver away from that pitfall only to feel her fist connect with your side. The pain is barely there. You two are sparring. But it lights a very familiar fire inside of you.

You press forward with an onslaught of strikes that feel more natural. She continues to block most of them until you manage to slip past her defenses and successfully hook your foot behind hers. As you sweep her foot out from underneath her, her hands come up to latch onto the fabric of your stupid suit. She lets her falling body pull you down, and you both land on your side. Your one hand reaches to dislodge the grip she has on your suit while your other instinctively reaches out towards her neck. You feel her legs wrap around your waist and in one quick movement, you are on your back. Her hand stops yours from reaching her throat and pins it against the mat. She quickly pins your other hand to the mat, and you stare up at her as your heavy breaths fog up your interior visor.

She doesn’t let go of your hands as she looks down at you. You know all she can see is her own reflection staring back at her, and you want her to pull the stupid helmet off your head. You wouldn’t be breaking the rules if she exposed this game. But she doesn’t. Instead, she leans down just an inch or two closer and asks, “How do you feel about opera?”

You shrug.

Her smile returns as she finally lets go of your hands. She gets up and you instantly miss her warm weight on top of you. You sit up as she returns to where she left her sweatshirt. She digs into her sweatshirt’s pocket, pulls something out, and tosses it towards you. You catch it. You can feel another burst of excitement rush through you as you stare at the phone in your hand.

“That’s yours,” Nat says as she pulls her sweatshirt back on. “I thought it might be easier for us to communicate. I already loaded my number into your phone.”

You have her phone number. You don’t move from your spot on the mats as your fingers wrap tenderly around the phone. Direct access to your friend without needing to go through anyone else or jump through any additional hoops. It feels like you’re back in Ohio. All you need to do is cross the street, and she’s there waiting for you.

“I’ll be in contact soon,” she says as she moves towards the door. “Don’t put Rollins back in medical while I’m away.”

You watch her leave. You wait until she’s gone before you lean backwards onto the mat and let out a quiet, short laugh.

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natsglorifiedsimp · 9 months

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a bit of angst today cause why not?😝 oh gosh why is my writing so bad now lol i think this would be a last one lollll

This was a request of @aosquakewidow23

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(I'm not the owner of this fanart. Ctto)

"I need someone to talk to," you said sheepishly to both of your girlfriends. You tried your best to still maintain a smile even though you wanted to cry your heart out.

They know you are shy and not the best at communicating. They know how much courage it took you to say that you're hurting inside. But this time they ignored it.

"Y/n, I'm sorry but not right now. We still have finishing up to do." Natasha said.

A plea for help turned into an embarrassment. "What were you thinking?" you scold yourself.

You slowly backed away from them to give them much-needed space. "I'm sorry" you frowned. "I can come back later when you aren't busy." you tried to show a smile but your lips failed you.

"Yeah, yeah" Wanda flicked her hand ushering you out.

You wept in the hallway trying desperately to keep it together. "Maybe they're just busy and this is nothing, I can get over it myself" you convinced yourself.

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Hoping they would listen to you, they didn't. It has been a week since they last told you to get off their faces. But it was one of those days again. You've been bottling up everything but you're already so exhausted.

"Nat? Wands?" you sounded so small, your eyes filled with tears you can't hold back anymore. "I could really use a hug right now."

Roaming your eyes in the room you noticed an unpacked suit of case. "What?"

You hurriedly looked at your closet, "Some of the clothes are gone" you thought.

Just in time Natasha and Wanda both came out of the bathroom. "Are you guys gonna leave?" you brittle.

"Oh yeah, new mission," Natasha said casually like it's nothing. Your eyes burned as you tried to keep your tears at bay. "But we haven't h-hang out yet." you stuttered.

"It's fine, we can do that when we get back" Wanda was occupied with her necessities. She didn't even spare a glance at you.

"Uhm, okay." you frowned in disappointment.

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During the nights, you were up. Trying to keep your feelings in a jar keeping them away from people who are trying to help. You felt like a responsibility attached to your girlfriend's tail.

Someone who is trying to belong to a circle where she didn't fit in. You kept your distance to the team making sure you talked enough but not too much. Talked about them but little about you.

A daily stroll became your daily routine. During the day or night, you'd make sure you had your peace. But today, it wasn't the usual calm day. A guy dressed in a skimpy outfit is trying to snatch the poor young woman's purse.

Combat was something you never learned. Even from your girlfriends. But seeing the situation you didn't even think twice.

You grabbed the man's arm and kicked his crotch. He winced in agony keeping his balls together. You grinned braggingly and brought back the purse to the lady.

In utter anger, the man kicked your back with full force causing you to bumped the floor. 'That hurt' you thought.

He didn't stop there he made sure to give you blows by blow. You didn't fight though, you didn't care. At one point you even wished this would cause your death.

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Getting home bruised and broken worried the team. Each one trying to talk to you, to give you immediate care. But with a simple "I'm fine" they stopped.

You walked past them like nothing happened. As if you didn't look like a mess. Natasha and Wanda were still weren't there though. As always.

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The two redheads got back home exhausted. Shoulders slumped, eyes heavy with almost a week of deprived sleep.

FRIDAY notified you of their arrival but ashamed of what they're gonna say you kept it a secret. You hid in your room and sobbed until sleep took over.

You tried to keep yourself anonymous. Going into a room where the redheads are wasn't much hard. You were invisible to them.

This went on for days and you assumed that it was over. They no longer love you. They no longer care for you. You were once again alone in a room full of people you know but never belong to.

The bruises were still there. If anything they were more purple and visible. The ache in your back worsens but you didn't care.

Wanda gasped, "What happened y/n?!"

Suddenly you were visible again everyone was looking at you. "I'm fine" you lied.

"If you're fine you sure as hell won't have bruises littered all over you" she scolded worryingly.

She tried to grab your hand but you moved away from her. "It's fine, Wanda. It's not like you guys would care." your lips trembled.

"How can we take care of you if you wouldn't tell us what's wrong?" Natasha said.

Your eyes snapped at her, "I did try, Natasha. But you're too busy enough to even care!" the hood that you've been hiding on for weeks fell from your head. Now they could see every bruise you took from that snatcher.

"Oh y/n," Wanda said. "Come on let's get you fixed up" she ushered.

"No. I'm fine." you snapped. "Go back to your perfect little bubble."

"Honey, our bubble isn't perfect if you're not in it." Natasha cooed.

"Then the perfect little bubble ended weeks ago."

You only matter when you're sick and bruised. But once everyone finds how irrelevant you are. They'll pick a new person that is more capable than you. Remember: you're not a lot of people's favorite person

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maximoffwitch · 10 months

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Ooo the requests are open!!!!

How about just watching Wanda cook and sitting on the counter. Then realizing how she does the little things just for you.

The Little Things

pairing: wanda maximoff x reader

warnings: more and more fluff

summary: You love Wanda and all of the little things she does for you.

word count: 455

a/n: ok so this is a real drabble ! :-) thanks anon for requesting this!

“Hey, Wands,” you hopped up on the barstool across from where your girlfriend stood by the stove. “What’re you making?”

“Tomato basil soup,” she greeted you with a small smile, the one she reserved only for you.

On any other day, you would bask in the comforting scent of the roasted tomatoes wafting through the kitchen. But today, you were afforded no such privilege, as you harbored a stuffy nose and a sore throat, not to mention the pounding in your head.

“But you hate tomato soup,” you frowned slightly.

“Yeah but it’s your favorite,” Wanda responded easily, before holding out the spoon. “Here, taste.”

Careful not to burn your tongue, you blew on the spoon before putting it in your mouth.

“It’s perfect, Wands,” you moaned, sinking back into your seat.

“Good,” she clicked her tongue with a smug smile.

You could feel your body flush with a wave of warmth, and whether it was from the small taste of soup, your growing illness, or the love radiating from Wanda, you couldn’t tell.

Knowing Wanda only pulled this recipe out for when you were under the weather, you wondered how she even knew you were sick. You had done your best to hide your sniffles and your coughs, but you should have known better, as your girlfriend noticed everything about you.

As you tiredly watched Wanda dance around the kitchen, you thought about all the things your girlfriend did for you, even before the two of you started dating.

Whenever you were cold, it was Wanda who offered you her hoodie. Whenever you felt anxious in a crowd, Wanda’s hand always found the small of your back, subtly reminding you of her presence. Wanda was the one who cooked your favorite meals for you birthday. It was Wanda who always stitched you up after you refused to go to medical after missions. It was Wanda who would whisper sweet nothings to you after your nightmares.

It was always Wanda.

“I love you,” you blurted, your fond look quickly turning to one of near panic. This was not how you planned on saying those three words for the first time.

If Wanda was surprised by your admission, she did well to hide it.

“I love you, too,” she beamed softly, as she rounded the counter with a bowl and spoon in hand.

“Now, eat up,” Wanda placed the soup in front of you, before kissing your temple.

After taking your first real sip, you hummed, “Thank you, Wanda.”

“Of course,” she tenderly brushed a hair out of your face.

You looked into her green eyes, you knew she understood. You weren’t thanking her just for the soup, but for all the little things as well.

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dawnoftime22 · 3 months

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Undeserving Of A Love Like Yours Masterlist

| W.M -> N.R

Main Masterlist | N.R Masterlist | Taglist

Series Summary : When you're stuck in a complete hole of confusion and hurt with the one you thought you loved most, a certain redhead finds her way into your life.

Genre : Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Characters included : Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Carol Danvers, Kate Bishop, Goose, Lucky, Liho

Series Notes / Warnings : All characters are living normal lives. (AKA not as superheroes), includes cheating, lying, swearing, getting drunk, relationship problems, Wanda being sweet at first then to a slightly dislikeful character, slow moving series

Chapters :

Chapter 1, "my love, darling, sweetheart." W.M

Chapter 2, for you. W.M

Chapter 3, "be soft please, I love like the entire world is about to fall apart." W.M

Chapter 4, "...because it feels like it will." W.M

Chapter 5, "...and it just did." W.M

Chapter 6, make it okay.

Chapter 7, stranger. N.R

Chapter 8, small details. N.R

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

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redheadspark · 3 months

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Ocean Eyes

After the great feedback I got from writing trust, I decided to make a page for this story that will evolve over time! I hope you guys like it, and I'll add more stories to this page as I write them! let me know if you wish to be tag in future works for this series!

This list is in chronological order and is as follows:

Lullaby - The Birth of Alec Rhysand

This Little Life - Azriel and Reader Enjoying New Parent Life

Vow - Azriel stops a potential threat against his family

Universe - A few of Alec's first.

Enough - Azriel has doubts if he's doing a good enough job in protecting his family

Getaway - Azriel takes the Reader on a Getaway (18+)

Split - Cassian stops a threat against Alec

Never Let You Go - You and Azriel take Alec on a night flight

Trust - Azriel takes his son flying for the first time

Never Ever - Azriel consoles Alec after a nightmare

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gingiesworld · 7 months

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Family Is Forever

Chapter One

Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Warnings: Angst. Heartbreak.

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18+ MINORS DNI

Wanda Maximoff used to have the life she had dreamed of since Y/N had built up the courage to ask her out many of years ago in college. Although the getting pregnant in her third year of college was never a part of their plans but Y/N had stepped up and proposed to her. Vowing that she would never have to go it alone in raising their children.

What they didn't expect was that their relationship would soon become toxic. As Y/N was the main bread winner for the household, Wanda wanted to find a job of her own for when the twins where at school so she got a job at Harkness Cafè. Working during the schoolday before the twins were home.

Although, both of their jobs were tiring, and Y/N always made time for the twins. They never really made time for each other. So as the time went on, the distance between the two of them grew. The cuddles and intimate moments were non existent. They were like two passing stars, never destined to collide.

"I can't do this anymore." Wanda whispered one night as they lay side by side. "It hurts because I don't feel like you're here."

"Wanda." Y/N tried as they turned to face her. "I'm sorry." Was all they whispered as they sat up, leaning their head against the headboard.

"I don't know what happened to us." Wanda whispered, her eyes glistening as tears threatened to shed. "I just don't know."

"I do love you Wanda." Y/N told her sincerely, nothing but truth was behind their eyes. "I really do but I guess love just isn't enough to make a marriage work."

"I don't think it is." Wanda whispered. "Maybe we need a divorce."

"You're right." They whispered as they stood up, reaching for their pillow. "Maybe we just lost touch of who we are, with work and raising a family."

"Stay." Wanda held their hand. "Just hold me one last time." Wanda asked as they took a shakey breath, getting back in bed beside her, opening their arms for their soon to be ex wife. Pressing a kiss to her head as she squeezed her eyes closed, feeling heartbroken at the end of their marriage. The two who had dreamed of growing old together.

Y/N had packed their bags on their day off, packing their car before the twins came home. Once the two 10 year olds were home, the two of them sat the boys down to talk.

"Your mom and I are getting a divorce." Y/N told them softly. "I am going to be finding an apartment nearby so you guys can still come and stay with me whenever you want."

"Your O'pa and I still very much love each other and you both." Wanda told them as she wrapped her arms around the two of them. "But it just isn't really working between us and we can't keep lying just to keep this marriage working."

"But we're family." Tommy whispered as Wanda took a deep breath. A soft smile on her face.

"A family is forever." She told the two as Y/N smiled at her, before her eyes met Y/N's. "We can never truly leave each other, even if we tried."

"This is what is best for us." Y/N told them. "We just want what's best for you both."

"But what about holidays and our games or competitions." Billy asked them both.

"We will still spend holidays together, if that is ok with your mom." Y/N told them. "And you know we will never forget about your games and competitions. We're your biggest fans."

"But you're moving out?" Tommy questioned as Y/N just nodded.

"I am." They told them, taking Tommy into their arms. "I wanted to stay here to talk with you both first because you two boys and your mom will always be the most important people in my life."

"I love you O'pa." Tommy spoke sadly as his tears started to fall.

"I love you both so much." They told the boys as Billy joined the hug. "But I want the two of you to always respect your mom, ok? This is in no way her fault, it's not yours either. This is no one's fault." The two nodded before Wanda stood up behind them. "Now go and wash up for your dinner."

Once the twins were out of the room, Wanda stood over Y/N who looked up at her sadly. Taking her hand in their own as she took a deep breath.

"Where will you go?" She questioned as they smiled at her. Pulling her to sit in their lap for the last time.

"Bucky's for now." They told her honestly. "I have an appointment on Monday to look for an apartment in the area, and then I will get in touch with Jennifer too so we can sort out the divorce."

"Ok." Wanda took a deep breath as Y/N rubbed her leg soothingly.

"You're not going to lose anything." They told her honestly. "I don't want you to lose anything."

"But, you can't afford to keep the house and pay for an apartment." Wanda told them as they shook their head, moving Wanda gently from them before they gestured for her to follow them to the room, heading into the closet and opening the safe. "Is this deeds?" She asked as she looked at the paper with the twins names on it.

"I started to buy it when I got my first pay rise." They confessed. "I wanted to make sure that the twins were looked after no matter whatever happened to us."

"You did this?" Wanda asked them with tears in her eyes.

"I wanted to look after my family, make sure the three of you were looked after." They reached in and took out two bank statements. "Once the final payment on the house was paid, I started to put that money into two different saving accounts. College funds for the twins, I still put the money in the accounts each month." They also handed her another statement and envelope. "And I have been doing the same for you, just in case something happened to me, I wanted you be looked after."

"I don't know what to say." She whispered as Y/N shook their head.

"Don't say anything." They told her. "The card for your bank is in this envelope with the pin."

"Thank you." Wanda whispered as Y/N placed the papers with the twins names on back inside the safe and locked it. "I just."

"It's ok." They told her. "I know I may not have been the best partner for you but, I just wanted you to be looked after. That was all I ever wanted." They kissed her lips one last time as her tears fell from her eyes. "I'll see you next week." With that Y/N had left the house, leaving Wanda who started to sob uncontrollably.

The moment Y/N had made it to Bucky's apartment with their bags, he gave them a sad smile.

"This is for the best Buck." They told him as he patted their shoulder before helping them grab their bags and leading them to the guest room. As he left them alone, they sat on the bed in the darkness. Looking out of the window at the first night they are going to be spending the night away from their family.

The next morning rolled around faster than anticipated, Y/N had got themselves ready for work before finding Bucky already filling two cups of coffee.

"You look like hell." He stated as he handed them the coffee.

"Thanks." They muttered as Bucky observed them with concern in his eyes. "I couldn't sleep." They took a sip of their coffee before looking up at their best friend. "It's just that I don't sleep when I'm away from Wanda and the twins. Even on business trips, I barely get three hours of sleep a night."

"That's not healthy." Bucky stated.

"They're my family Buck. I went straight from my college dorm when Wanda got pregnant straight to the house." They told him. "I have spent over a decade living with my family and I have screwed that up."

"How did you screw it up?" He asked them as they sighed.

"I didn't work on the marriage." They told him. "I completely took the woman I have loved for most of my life, the woman I still love with every fibre of my being, I took her forgranted. I did that!! Not her. Me."

"You should tell her what you just told me." Bucky told them.

"It won't be any use." They told him. "I think this divorce is still set in stone because my job is quite demanding too."

"Y/N." He spoke softly.

"I can't keep her in a marriage that she isn't happy in." They told him. "I don't want that for her. We can make the co-parenting thing work but that's it." With that they left the apartment and made their way to work.

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