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multiverse-of-yn · 2 years

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*Jason seeing Joker getting beaten up by someone in the distance*

Jason: Oh shoot. What idiot is fighting with Joker this time? WITHOUT ME?!

*Jason squints to look properly, noticing it’s Y/n*

JASON: OH CRAP! That’s my idiot!

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thehighladywrites · 28 days

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— “I’m just a girl!”

☀︎ — pairing: nerd/tutor azriel x bimbo/ditzy reader

☀︎ — summary: you tell azriel you don’t know what taxes are, and that you haven’t filed them ever

☀︎ — warnings: fluff, dramatic reader, azriel being sweet and educational

☀︎ — amara’s note: man i wish i was her rn💔 also this is so fucking real bc what on earth are taxes???

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“Baby, please, you have got to grasp the gravity of this situation. Not filing your taxes is no joke. You could end up behind bars for tax evasion! There was a whole mandatory course last semester, didn’t you take it?” Azriel's tone is firm, his concern painted all over his face as he stands infront of you.

When you revealed that you didn't know what taxes were or how to "file" them, Azriel got worried sick, emphasizing the importance of understanding basic responsibilities like this.

He brought you into the living room, seated you on the sofa, and stood in front of you, carefully explaining step by step why not filing taxes was illegal and how to fix the situation. However, no matter how hard you try, you can't focus on his words, your attention completely consumed by his built muscles. Your mind goes blank as you find yourself daydreaming about him taking off his shirt.

Azriel knows you’re not focusing on his words, he knows you’re ogling his body, and even though he gets warm and loves it, he needs you to focus on the topic, at least for a few minutes.

“Are you paying attention, baby?”

You honestly don’t get it at all. Like, if they take tax from you when you’re shopping, shouldn’t they already know how much you owe or whatever? And who even are the IRS? Can’t you just live your life without all this complicated stuff? Why does Azriel have to make everything so...ugh, what's the word? Complicated?

“Oh my god, Azzie! Stop it, I don’t wanna do this and I don’t understand anything. Please, I’m just a girl!” you exclaim dramatically pulling your knees to your chest as you hide your face in your hands, tears prickling in your eyes. You’re feeling completely overwhelmed by the situation and the sheer thought of dealing with stupid taxes.

Azriel sighs deeply, his brows furrowing as he takes off his glasses and rubs the bridge of his nose. If he doesn’t have a gray hair by the end of the week, he’ll consider it a win. As much as he wants you to understand what is wrong with basically committing a crime, he doesn’t want you crying, he feels sick to his stomach seeing you so sad but he just has to fucking ask.

“You’re—You're just a girl— sweetheart, what does that even mean?” he asks gently, completely flabbergasted by your statement.

You fold your arms over your chest, chin held high as you say, “Ya heard me, m’just a girl. And that means i should not be doing any of this, i should be living my best life instead of thinking about whatever taxes are.”

Azriel just looks at you with raised eyebrows, man you’re stressing him the fuck out. Luckily he caught your illegal activities early otherwise you would have gone to prison for sure. Even though he thinks it was ridiculous for a person to have never done their taxes ever, he doesn’t hold you against it. He just slumps his shoulders, taking a breather. Azriel can never be mad at you, never at his sweet angel. Especially not when you look so upset, big sparkly eyes looking at him with worry.

It’s in that moment. That tiny moment, he decides to never confront you with your mistakes. Sure you almost went to jail, but Azriel is here now. He is intelligent enough to think about the more serious issues for the both of you. And he will for the rest of his life, not because he has to, but because he wants to. He wants to take care of you.

“You’re right, my love, you shouldn’t worry about this. I’ll take care of it,” Azriel assures you, his tone gentle as he tucks a strand behind your ear.

You look up at him, eyes shiny with unshed tears as your face lights up before you stand up and jump into his arms, showering his face with kisses, your excitement bubbling over.

“Awe, you're the best baby, I love you so, so, soooo much!” you exclaimed, your words flowing freely in your ditzy excitement.

He laughs shyly, still getting nervous when you show him affection. “I love you too, beautiful.”

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bi-ss · 4 months

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~ Ties that bind ~

Bucky x reader- arranged marriage.

Warnings - non, I don't think..

(This is a little bit of part 1, so I made write more I may not, we'll see. I'm also going to give the reader and her parents a positive relationship. idk I think it suits the best

You always knew you were to be married off. Your mother was always transparent with you about that. She always told you that you may not like the man or woman, but love was always hard to find anyway. So one day, when you were 16, you typed up an agreement and gave it to your father about if you were married off, what you wanted, you do have your mother's stubbornness after all.

*knock knock*

"Come in," hearing your father grumble, you push the dark wooden doors which you are a lot heavier than your dad and his men made it seem. You stand in the doorway for a second before your dad gets up from behind his desk. He slowly walked round, motioning for you to come in and close the door. He pulled a comfy seat out a bit before sitting on his desk. You sat out looking up at him, handing him the typed papers in your hands. He looked at the title and gave it back to you.

"Read it to me, Ladybug." You smiled at the nickname he used and has used since you were a baby. "I see your mother as prepared you for this, and I see you listened for once," he joked, knowing you never liked working or school for that matter.

"I don't want to be a housewife, can't think of anything worse," you scoffed at your remark while your dad just laughed, still smiling down at you. "But I would prefer if you read it then get back to me as I told mother I'd help her cook.. it's burrito night!" He slowly nodded at you. Reading aloud wasn't something you liked doing. Taking the papers stapled together, you got up and started walking towards the doors, dreading the embarrassment of trying to open them again, but you didn't have to. Your dad was right behind you, holding it for you like you didn't just use all the strength to pry it just a little.

That's how you life's always been, your mother, a housewife. Your mother was the most beautiful and mature woman to probably ever exist, her long vibrant curly ginger hair, her pale soft skin loaded with freckle, her forest green eyes complemented everything about her even those rosy cheeks and lips. She adored your father as much or even more as he adored her. They do say opposites attract, fitting for your parents as your father, the breadwinner. Your father was a handsome and smart man, with dark chocolate hair which your mother loved putting into pigtails, his skin is covered with tattoos front to back, up and down, his toned and tan skin barely visible, his one good eye a smokie light grey colour, is other eye was sew shut while being littered with scars. Your dad has become more careful and gentle when your mother is pregnant. It wasn't hard to see that his men liked this change to, according to your mother. An example is when the twins joined, Wanda and Pietro maximoff joined, and they were put through uni with help from the family in case they wanted an out, making sure they had a choice. They stayed by the family's side.

Now, 6 years later, you're sitting in your fathers office it hasn't changed a bit, you can't say the same about them, he was sitting on the worn-out leather chair with your mother behind him, their hair turning grey and with smile line proudly on display. You sitting at the side of the desk, not next to your dad and not next to Mrs and Mr Barnes, with their irritated son, James Barnes. The meeting was already off to a bad start when his girlfriend Sharon demanding to attend, but met with your dad saying he didn't have business with her and if that's know they did things, he'll call it off. You listened in on the conversation when your dad wasn't there, and to sum it up, Mr Barnes threatened, saying he'll disown his son and give it all to Rebecca. She's now at the bottom of the stairs being watched secretly by maids, workers, and guards. The elderly guest were very shocked at the fact they didn't even know you were there when they were giving the to toddler a reality check, which made both your parents proud and all 4 laugh about it. Before the definition of cantankerous, egocentric, and many more adjectives, you couldn't ever walk in.

. . . . .To be continued. . . .

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thatonebrazilian · 2 years

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Sanctum

Part 1, part 2, part 3 (coming soon)...

Summary: Sanctum (noun) 1. a sacred place, especially a shrine within a temple or church. 2. a private place from which most people are excluded. After everything that happened, WestView became your sanctum. And you would not let anyone desecrate it.

(In which SW!Wanda shows up in a universe where her variant is dead. There’s only you and the boys. But this Wanda had never met you in her universe, and you were way too damaged and traumatized to let her in.)

A/N: I'm sick and tired of Wanda not being happy. First the movies, and now a lot of fics. I need this girl to be happy for once.

Also, I'm posting this on a whim, I normally like to have a few chapters written before I post anything (or at least an outlined plot), but SW!Wanda has been consuming my thoughts lately and I had to do something about it.

MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS SPOILERS AHEAD

Warnings: A bit of violence, I think.

Word count: 1500

Wanda could feel the girl’s startled breaths beneath her fingers, her hand wrapped tightly against America’s throat.

It was never supposed to be like this. She didn’t want to hurt this child, killing her through power absorption would’ve been faster, quicker, painless. But no, the girl had to fight, and Strange had to intervene.

She just wanted her children back.

America grunted, her fist glowing white, yet her eyes told the Scarlet Witch just what her mouth had told her before. She knew she couldn’t defeat Wanda.

“You want these powers?” America asked then, eyes watering “You can have them!”

A portal opened up, and Wanda wasn’t sure about America’s intent, but whatever it had been, America probably hadn’t taken into account how little control she had over her powers. The Scarlet Witch suspected the girl wanted to take her to Earth-838 to see all the damage she’d done personally, but instead, America took her to another Earth altogether.

Wanda didn’t know that, though, she didn’t think of anything when she saw the boys sitting on the couch. Her boys; her children. Billy and Tommy.

It was as if time had slowed down then, the children’s eyes widened and they tumbled out of the couch, scrambling away, getting as far from Wanda and America as possible. As if they were afraid of her.

Wanda swore her heart was breaking. Fear was never supposed to be the emotion in her children’s eyes when they looked at her.

“I-is that?...” Billy asked from behind the stairs’ railing.

“I-it can’t be…” Tommy said.

The Scarlet Witch looked at them, her fingers almost unconsciously letting go of America’s throat; her hand shook as she extended it in her kids’ direction, taking a step towards them.

“Boys…” she said, her voice trembling as much as her hands.

“Ma!” Billy yelled, frightened, trying to hide behind his brother.

“Ma! Help!” Tommy shouted too, standing protectively in front of his sibling.

Instead of a variant, as Wanda had expected, some other woman came running down the stairs. The Scarlet Witch couldn’t see her face; she felt a surge of fury when this woman gathered the boys, her sons, in her arms. The woman only then seemed to notice Wanda, finally raising her head to look at her.

Wanda’s breath was taken away, you were a marvel, beautiful in every way possible. If this was any other situation, if she wasn’t still in love with Vision, if she weren’t so hell-bent on getting her sons back, she may have admired your beauty more.

But at that moment all she wanted was for that stranger to get her hands off of her sons.

Upon meeting the witch’s eyes, your own widened.

“Wanda?” you asked then, pulling the boys behind you again, shaking your head “No, that’s not possible, you’re dead, you and Natasha- you’re…” you trailed off, eyes hardening. “God promised you’d be in Heaven, he said he had your souls, he promised you’d be happy…”

The Scarlet Witch furrowed her brows. What were you talking about?

“Ma, is this really her?” Billy asked then, looking at you.

Wanda saw your eyes glaze a little, she saw you looking up as if you could see something she couldn’t. She saw your shoulders sag a little, a defeated look on your face. You shook your head, then, looking at your child, her child, before turning to her with hardened eyes “this is not your mother, boys, get behind me.”

The Scarlet Witch’s eyes hardened as well. Who did you think you were, telling her sons to stay away from her?

“Don’t listen to her, boys” Wanda said to the kids, her powers glowing brightly in her hands, her eyes then focusing on you “these are my children.”

And then she saw your eyes turn dark, a black glow engulfing your own fingers. “Whoever you are, you’re not Wanda, and I’m not about to let you anywhere near my sons.”

Wanda felt the all-consuming rage inside her screech at your words, without even thinking she threw a blast of red magic at you, but to her utter surprise, and ultimate relief, you easily blocked it, protecting you and the kids from it.

“Stay back, boys!” you yelled at them, using your magic to send them further back into the kitchen, far away from the woman in front of you.

The Scarlet Witch was consumed by that ugly, mixed feeling inside her; there was rage, sadness, jealousy, grief, envy… She couldn’t think clearly, she just wanted her children back. She used her magic to make the sofa levitate and then threw it at you, but you stopped it midair. Wanda took advantage of your distraction, you were a bit preoccupied when the witch showed up above you, using her powers to blast you to the ground; the impact was such it created a crater, and your broken body lay in its center.

“Ma!”

“Mamma!”

The boys came running to help you, and to Wanda’s utter surprise, you easily stood up, using your sleeves to wipe the blood from your face. How, she wondered, was it possible for you to still be alive? Your body should have crumpled at the force.

“Billy, Tommy, stay behind me, I’m not gonna let her hurt you.” You yelled at the kids, levitating out of that crater, landing in front of the witch.

The kids listened to you, and Wanda found herself getting even madder. Who were you and how come her kids listened to you like this? How come they saw you as a mother?

Out of jealousy and rage, Wanda shot more and more magic blasts at you, but you simply blocked all of her strikes as if it was the easiest thing in the world. But then one especially powerful blast pushed you back, making your body go through the wall and out of the house.

“Leave our ma alone!” the boys yelled, picking up anything they could put their eyes on and throwing it at the witch. “Our ma will not lose! She has us by her side!”

Wanda’s eyes filled with tears. It was never supposed to be like this.

“Stay out of this, boys! Get out of the house, it’s not safe in here.” You said, flying back in as if you hadn’t just been thrown through a wall.

When Wanda saw the boys hesitating, but ultimately complying, she gritted her teeth. As soon as they were out the witch made the ceiling come down on your head. The structure of the house was already compromised enough, you lifted your hands trying to keep this place, your place, standing. You held off the ceiling and kept the wall from tumbling down, but Wanda didn’t stop, as you were trying to keep your house up the witch threw blast after blast at you, but each and every one of them splashed uselessly against a barrier made of black magic.

“Why aren’t you fighting back?!” Wanda yelled, tears pooling in her eyes “Fight me back!”

Wanda stopped shooting blasts at you when she felt something hit against her. It was a small ball of blue magic, she looked at the backyard through the hole in the wall you went through and saw Billy conjuring the balls and Tommy using a bat to throw them at her in record speed. She didn’t know what to do; she looked at the destroyed house, the frightened, brave children outside, and then at you. She sank to her knees.

“Why won’t you fight back?” she asked in a small voice, her face tear-stained.

You managed to mend the house, securing the ceiling back, strengthening the walls and the structure, and the boys came to stand behind you again. You looked at them and then looked at the witch.

You understood her.

“Because I can’t hurt you,” you said, walking towards her and cupping her face in one of your hands, gently wiping her tears away. “You may not be our witchy, but you’re still Wanda. I could never hurt you.”

Wanda looked at you then, the rollercoaster of emotions making her want to embrace the person she was just trying to kill. “But… who are you?”

Who were you? Which universe was this? And if there was a universe where she didn’t have her children, and a universe where her children didn’t have her, why couldn’t they just be together? There were a million questions haunting Wanda’s mind.

You smiled at her, a sad smile, it was almost as if you knew what questions were going through her head.

Maybe there was still time for this Wanda, maybe she could be redeemed. Everyone deserved a second chance, after all.

You got one, even when you didn’t want it, why shouldn’t she?

“My name’s Y/N, and…” you said, looking at Strange and the Chavez girl before bringing your gaze back to the witch “this is Earth-Delta… Your new home, if you don’t have anywhere else to go.”

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checkingoutforheroes · 2 years

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Names.

Y/n: Honey, the broken condom came over to visit while you're at work today.

Wanda: Babe. We've talked about this. Call our kids by their names! *continues angry in Sokovian.

#wanda maximoff #scarletwitch #elizabetholsen #wanda x reader #wanda x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x yn #avengers!reader #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #multiverse of madness #marvel incorrect quotes #scarlet witch incorrect quotes

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blairthetravelingyn · 7 months

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The dragonfly cautiously comes back

A bug!? S-sh00 p3st! -swats at it-

#the universal spectator #welcome home multiverse #blair the traveling yn #h0m3 possessed blair

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simplyholl · 1 year

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Across the Multiverse Masterlist

Summary: Y/N and Loki’s relationship takes an unexpected turn after one of Stark’s parties. When they are sent on a mission to find their multiversal selves will they realize they should be together?

Pairing: Avenger Loki x F Avenger Reader

Warnings: Smut. Minors DNI. 18+ ONLY. Angst. Incorrect use of multiverse travel.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Side Story:

Titles and Temptations

#loki laufeyson #loki #loki x reader #loki x y/n #loki smut #loki x yn smut #loki x reader smut #across the multiverse

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randomshyperson · 2 years

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Rulers of The Multiverse - Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Final Chapter

Summary: Strange’s faulty spell will cause a series of unexpected events, from your reunion with the love of your life in another world to the appearance of a child capable of traveling across the multiverse. This story follows the journey of a very tired Guardian alongside mischievous America Chavez and Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: (+18) explicit language and sexual content, violence, a lot of magic, found family, mentions of abusive past and trauma, mind control, use of illicit substances, mostly top!reader, soulmates analogies. | Words: 9.703k

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Chapter Seventeen - The Guardian and The Scarlet Witch

You decided to stay a few more days in this world. Besides the help that the Mutants and the Resistance needed, you still had to read a few dozen pages in the Book of the Vishanti regarding the oath - and when you did, you ended up discovering tens of new things that Oshtur had made information about - and besides that, the rest with no travel was well appreciated.

America was happy with this world since it had hundreds of people with the most diverse abilities, all with experience in not knowing how to control powers, who had various advice and tips for her.

You fixed up the van and left it parked at the Resistance Base - which had basically turned the Scarlet Witch Temple into a war museum mixed with a base of operations - and tried to help in any way you could for the next few days.

You and Wanda were dancing around each other. There was a delightful tension between the two of you, as well as intense confidentiality, but there were no confessions or labels. You just fell into a daily routine with work and honestly, you think you deserve congratulations for having a gorgeous woman like Wanda around you and being able to formulate decent sentences at all.

Wanda followed you in your study sessions. You eventually discovered that everything worked better when you both worked together - the magics talked to each other - and you were trying to find that point of balance that Oshtur wrote about for your oath.

The first weekend in that world, Erik invited you all to his farm for lunch, and well, Wanda was tense as the date arrived.

"Everything will be fine, Wands." You told her, hands around her waist and chin on her shoulder, staring at her through the reflection from the mirror in front of you both.

You were not in the Van but in one of the rooms that the Resistance people got for you. The castle was all restored now: The mutants would have used the stones, but you and Wanda found some transcripts on the wall that only needed to be read by the two of you together for the whole temple to restore itself - Wreckage turning to shiny marble - and in a few minutes, the entire place looked magically out of a fairy tale. Wanda still blushed every time she got a mutant leaving a flower or gift at the foot of the Scarlet Witch's statue or approaching her in the corridors to thank her for everything. You and America thought it was adorable.

"I know, I just..." She starts but gives a frustrated sigh. "It's weird, isn't it?"

"Having lunch with your family variants on another world? Absolutely." You retort with a smile making her laugh as well. She spins her body to place her hands on your shoulder.

"I guess I'm afraid of getting attached." She confesses small, and you swallow dryly, bringing your hands to her face.

"Wanda, it's your family." You tell her gently, your fingers caressing her cheeks. "You can love them in all universes, even if you're not going to stay." You let her know, while she slides her hands to your waist. You kiss her mouth for a full moment until the tension leaves her shoulders, and she sighs. "Relax, my love. If it's too much, we'll leave any time you need us to."

Wanda smiles, squeezing tighter as you kiss her forehead. You look at her next, ready to make a joke to ease her mood when she speaks.

"I love you." She confesses, eyes studying your reaction, but you only manage to kiss her afterward, earning a surprised sigh in return. Wanda is beginning to reciprocate - assuming you're not ready to say it back yet and deciding to ignore the bitter feeling in her stomach - when you break the kiss with a relieved laugh.

"You love me?" You repeat happily, making Wanda blush heavily, but smile as well. She nods and you kiss her again, and again. "I love you too, Wanda." You say and are laughing with relief and joy. And you repeat it again, again, and again, kissing her between the confessions and Wanda thinks her chest is going to explode with happiness, being able to guess that you feel the same way.

America knocks on the open door - a corner smile and an arched eyebrow as she finds you two kissing - and you break apart but Wanda holds you tightly in her arms.

"We're going to be late if you two keep making out." Warns the child, and you and Wanda exchange embarrassed giggles.

"We'll be out in a second." The redhead tells her. "Why don't you go wait in the car?"

The girl holds up a warning finger, muttering for you two not to go back to kissing but as soon as she leaves the room that is exactly what you do. You and Wanda exchange contented giggles in between kisses until you work up the courage to let go.

“Come on, let’s not leave our kid waiting.” You tell her sweetly, missing the way the redhead blushes because you’re turning to the exit.

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You watched Wanda trying to learn how to fish from a distance, more precisely from the upstairs bedroom window.

Erik's farm was simple but very beautiful. Besides the main house, it also had a barn and a hen house. The large lake around it was the best part. So far, everything had gone very well with everyone. After lunch, Wanda - who was much more comfortable with her twin brother and father now - accepted the invitation to sit next to them on the deck, and you smiled as you could hear the sound of her laughter even from inside the house.

America and you decided to give the three of them some time alone, and this was because Erik had another younger daughter - the almost intimidating Lorna Dane - who was at this moment showing the curious Chavez her collection of records and cassette tapes.

Lorna is a teenager, a few years older than America, and she was a little wary of meeting another version of her sister, but with a bit of conversation, she seemed to be growing into it.

"[...] I've got some Radiohead and Nirvana in those, but there's only David Bowie in this one." Explained the green-haired girl to America, who was practically jumping with excitement, holding all the tapes that Lorna handed her like they were gold. "You can listen to as many as you want and give it back to me when you're done."

America hesitated, and looked at you - sitting in the balcony window with a mug of Witch Mead that Erik served to everyone and you loved, and the attention outside on Pietro teaching Wanda how to correctly place the worm lures - before looking at Lorna again.

"I can't borrow it, sorry. We don't... stay in one place for very long." She said to the other, and Lorna blinked in surprise.

But seeing the other's somewhat crestfallen expression as she holds out her hands to return the tapes, Lorna smiles, moving her hand to push America's hand back.

"Tell you what, let's listen to a few now until you decide which one you like best." She says. "And when you choose, you can keep it. It'll be like a gift, so you don't forget about this universe."

"Really? Thank you!" Chavez celebrates, hugging Lorna for a moment and attracting your attention by the noise. You watch the scene with a smile on your face, and just as Chavez sits in front of a radio to listen to the tapes, you mutter that you're going downstairs to return the mug.

Eventually, you decide to take care of the lunch dishes, and just a few minutes later, the older Maximoff is walking into the kitchen looking for some beers.

“Hey, Y/N.”

"Hey, you didn't have to." Pietro says as soon as he spots you washing the dishes, but you just shrug, smiling at him before your attention briefly turns back to the kitchen window, from where you can now see Erik and Wanda sitting side by side, seemingly talking to each other.

"It's no bother." You mutter as the other goes to the refrigerator. "Are they getting along?"

Pietro looks toward the direction of the window as well and murmurs in agreement as he understands what you were referring to. Then he leans against the counter and opens a can.

"Wanda was a little insecure because apparently, things didn't go so well between her and her father in her universe." He says, and you frown slightly, making a mental note to ask Wanda about that later, but don't turn your face to him, busy with the dishes. "I don't know what happened exactly, but this version of Dad made mistakes too. He wanted to tell her that no matter in the world, family is what matters most, and I got the impression that they needed a few minutes alone. Just for Wanda to hear that at least once from him, you know?"

"Of course, Pietro." You say turning your face to smile at him. "You can help me dry the dishes while they talk." You suggest and he chuckles softly, nodding in agreement as he leaves the can of beer on the counter and moves to grab a rag.

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Erik insisted that you stay for dinner too, so only a few hours later you all left the farm. Wanda said goodbye to her family with lingering hugs, but with understated promises to return.

Little America had a tape player in her pocket.

You went back to the Temple of the Scarlet Witch, and while Chavez went back to her own room, you followed Wanda through the restored and empty corridors to the statue's courtyard - which now contained several wreaths of flowers and gifts, and designs and names in tribute - and joined her on the parapet.

"Are you all right, my love?" You asked a moment later because Wanda was quiet and distracted, but she just took her eyes off the landscape to you, a smile playing on her lips.

"Yeah, why?" She retorts, and you laugh half-heartedly, shrugging your shoulders and bumping them in amusement to hers.

"You just seem a little dreamy, I suppose." You say, and she murmurs in understanding. "How are you feeling about today, Wands?"

She smiles, turning her gaze back to the landscape. "I feel good, very good actually. " She says with a chuckle. "I needed that, Y/N. Just... to see my brother again, talk to him, have a chance to, I don't know, say goodbye." She explains swallowing dryly, and you nod, moving one of your hands to meet hers on the edge, and Wanda smiles at the touch. She looks back up at you. "And talking to Erik was important, too. Before, in the fight, the witch showed me something, a memory I was blocking out from my childhood. It was with Erik, the day he left me at my aunt and uncle's house. I guess you were right, no matter the universe, we are always children of the same people."

"I'm sorry, I wish I was wrong about that one." You say sincerely, causing Wanda to smile and raise a hand to your cheek.

"It's okay, dorogoya." She says caressing your skin, and smiling as you lean into her touch. "It's not easy to deduce that my parents are gone like my uncles, and this Erik didn't have much of a way to help me with that. He just wanted me to be sure that any version of him, would love his children very deeply. And I think we have that in common." She murmured with a sad smile, making you swallow dryly. "But he told me other things too. About family."

"Yeah?" You encourage her to speak, leaning on the balcony, and moving your hands to her waist to hold her closer, and Wanda smiles as she puts her hands on your shoulders. She sighs softly before speaking.

"He asked me about us, Y/N." Wanda says almost shyly, her cheeks turning up a soft shade of pink that quickens your heart.

"Did you tell him we are multiverse wives?" You joke half breathlessly, blushing also at the look Wanda gives you despite the giggle.

"Actually, Erik asked me what we were because he said that if I ever wished to stay here, his door would always be open. That if I wanted to, this world could be my home. " She explains and you raise a surprised eyebrow, but Wanda swallows dryly. "I said I couldn't because I already have a home and it's not a place."

“Wands.” You gasp in surprise, melting against her. Your face must be burning, but Wanda is looking at you with so much love in her eyes that you can't help but smile as big as hers.

"You are my home, detka. You and America are my family, and I only want and need to stay with you two." She declares, and you nod, moving close to kiss her softly, your chest warm with happiness. Wanda smiles into the kiss, and it is only when she breaks off and wipes your face that you realize you're crying.

"Sorry, I have a sweet spot for love statements under stars." You joke tearfully, making Wanda laugh with tears in her eyes as well. She kisses your tears, then your mouth, sweetly and slowly. "I love you, Wanda Maximoff. You are my home too." You whisper breathlessly, holding her cheeks and looking into her eyes. "I'll go wherever you go and stay wherever you need me to stay. I swear I will take care of you and love you here and in any world. You have my heart and my soul, and I love you endlessly and forever."

You confess with all the sincerity of your heart, letting your love for Wanda show in every single word. The redhead sighs deeply, but before she can say anything, she notices something and frowns.

"Detka, your eyes are glowing." She warns with curiosity and surprise, and you blink in confusion, but feel a fluttering sensation throughout your body, as if every cell is vibrating.

And it's not the only thing that started vibrating - All the walls of the courtyard shudder, the runes on the walls lit bright as gold. The statue of the Scarlet Witch shifted, arms lowering as if to hold something. - And Wanda went to turn her face to look but you raise a hand to the red glow on her head, which formed her crown, and suddenly you knew exactly what is happening.

"My love, it is my oath." You clarified to her, half out of breath because of the magic circulating in you now. "Come here, let's end it together."

You led her by the hand to the statue, noting the lit runes behind the figure. When you were close enough, you realized that the marble witch's hand had a slot in it.

"What am I supposed to do?" Wanda asks you, surprised at the whole thing, and you smile at her, holding both her hands.

"You just watch." You say, offering her a mischievous look before letting go and beginning to kneel. Wanda's eyes widen in surprise, her cheeks half pink, but you smile at her, clearing your throat and lifting your face to her once you are on your knees.

You have a feeling you should do it like that, so you declare the words in Romani, or Sokovian - surprising the witch in front of you even more as you begin to speak - and with each phrase about devotion and loyalty, you feel your magic grow stronger. And you can watch with your own eyes as Wanda's attire emerges with the crown, and the shape of a sword appears on the Scarlet Witch statue that she holds on the ground, and the runes flutter.

"[...] I swear fealty to you, Wanda Maximoff, my Scarlet Witch, my wife, my family. I vow to treat your needs as mine own, to serve and protect you in this and any world for as long as I live." You completed in Sokovian, and you were in a slightly hoarse voice, which matched Wanda's tear-filled eyes.

You lean in a little, whispering, "I think you have to say you accept my oath." and getting a giggle from the other, who takes a deep breath.

"I make your words and your oath my own. I promise to watch over and protect you in this world and every other. So stand on your feet, my Guardian of Order, and come kiss your wife." She states and you give a tearful laugh, wasting no time in getting up and advancing against her, kissing her with intensity.

As you do so, you feel the magic transform, dressing you in something soft and warm, but you are more busy with Wanda's lips. And your hands wrap around her waist, lifting her into the air and spinning her around, making her laugh into the kiss and tighten her arms around you.

Once you put her down again, not letting go and resting your forehead on hers, Wanda opens her eyes first and smiles as soon as she notices the outfit.

"It suits you." She compliments you and you open your eyes curiously, stepping back a little to check it out. The medieval padded armor you are wearing is really quite beautiful, the fabric is dark gold with some white details, and runes knitted on the ends. The boots are soft, you shift the weight of your feet to confirm.

You get excited about your new clothes, and Wanda has fun spinning you around, trying to see every detail - and not only of yours, but also of her dress which seemed to gain new protective runes - and in between these moments of looking around, you busy yourself checking the marble sword on the statue and Wanda uses your distraction to pull your hood over your head in playfulness, only to be surprised when the item glows softly, and in the blink of an eye, your armor emerges around your body, the white sword on your back.

You give an impressed laugh. "Cool trick."

"Probably useful in a fight." She mutters, and you nod in agreement. You catch her looking you up and down next, and you are about to make a dirty joke when someone arrives on the patio.

"Are you guys in some kind of ritual?" America asks in a mix of amusement and curiosity, making you both laugh softly.

"Something like that." You reply. "But we're done here, kiddo. What are you up to?"

She shrugs, sighing a little as she approaches, also interested in seeing your new clothes.

But she looked a little pensive, and Wanda nudged her gently.

"What's making you so glum, little Chavez?" The witch asked, and America played with the buttons on your vest as she murmured:

"I'm just kind of going to miss this world. Mutants are cool, and I was enjoying training my powers with them."

You and Wanda exchange a look for about three seconds, but it's enough to make a decision - your connection seeming even more intense than before.

"Well, we're not leaving at this moment." You begin. "What if we did the following: You learn to control your portals better with your amazing new friends."

"And we'll leave when you're ready to lead the way." Wanda completes by putting a hand on your shoulder and looking at America as well.

America's eyes sparkle in excitement.

"Really?"

"Really." You and Wanda confirm together, and the girl jumps up contentedly, hugging you both tightly, and making you laugh softly.

"Thank you, thank you! You two are the best moms in the world!" She exclaims excitedly, and you and Wanda hesitate together, but America doesn't even notice, letting go to start babbling about the mutants she met, and how cool Pietro and Lorna were. And as the two of you follow her inside, you notice Wanda's expression and kiss her cheek.

"I know, darling." You whispered to her, sliding your hand over hers and smiling to see her try to hide her tears of happiness.

—------

Days turned into weeks as America learned to control her powers. Her interaction with other children made you and Wanda realize something very important: America never went to school.

So while you were in that world, besides you and Wanda using your magic to alter the van and turn it into a house that didn't respect any laws of physics but excited America enough - Wanda made a joke about having her own version of The Burrow from Harry Potter, and was really quite indignant when you commented that you had no idea what that was - and once you had visited all the magical rooms of the new house, which could be returned to its original state by car with a wave, you and Wanda decided to educate America at home, at least with basic concepts so that she wouldn't be behind if she ever decided she wanted to go to high school.

You and Wanda were growing stronger in your powers by the second. Now that you were a sworn guardian, you were full of energy and it was even visible in the house itself, which seemed to come up with a new room or object every day. Wanda was learning to strengthen her mind with your help, succeeding in never hearing the voices of Chthon or any demons again. She had a lot more to catch up with within magical education, having never studied before, but you had no problem reviewing basic concepts with her, her excited smile was rewarding enough.

It took America almost three full months to get her powers under control in a way that she was ready to move on to the next universe. She was also growing powerful - you all found out that her strength was increasing when she was playing darts with Lorna and when she threw, the object went through the wall. And super-speed showed up in a random run with Pietro to the kitchen for ice cream. - And of course, Chavez loved spending time with the mutants, having fun with these abilities, but you and Wanda were beginning to consider a special school for all that energy.

So when America confirmed that she was ready to move if you both wanted, being able to conjure portals of any size, and with a little concentration, being able to choose the universe she wanted to go to, as well as being almost certain that she could return the old ones, you and Wanda decided that you would like to look for a world where she could get a superhero education - which by the way, was the best news in the world for little America.

After saying goodbye to her family - with whom she had grown very close over the past few weeks - Wanda helped you collect the house in its van format again, and America conjured a portal in the road for the car to go through.

You spent a few weeks traveling, now, America not getting as tired as before with frequent use of her powers - even though you and Wanda insisted she take breaks - and it was only in the fifth universe since you started that you discovered something promising.

You were a little hesitant to see Charles Xavier walking toward where the van was parked for you all to have breakfast together outside, but the man seemed quite pleased to see you.

"It is an honor to finally meet the Rulers of the Multiverse, welcome to Earth M-775, it is an honor to welcome you all."

He greeted - the portal he used to arrive disappearing behind him - and the man moved to shake your hand.

This universe was far more advanced than yours had ever been in Multiverse issues. He commented that there was an intelligence - The Watcher - that kept them informed about everything. And it was exactly where people like America could get the education and training they needed.

The Dawn Institute was a boarding school for gifted youngsters - You made a comment about Charles never ceasing to be a teacher of Mutants, but although he laughed, he commented that the Institute was much more than just a school for young mutants. - The place was not on this earth, but in a protected dimension, like In Between Realms, and the students had their curriculum planned according to the nature of their abilities. America, for example, was to receive training in the field of quantum physics, while young wizards studied magical nature.

You and Wanda returned to the van with an Institute flyer in hand and sat down at the table with America to make a decision.

"[...] I know you liked all the activities, but dear, you have to remember that it is a full-time school. That would mean you would be away all year." Wanda reminds her as tenderly as she can, and you nod in agreement, looking at America as she does.

“If you think you're ready for this, we'll trust your decision." You add, and America sighs softly.

It takes a moment, but she says, "I will miss you, but I need this." And you and Wanda smile proudly at her, moving to hug her.

The school and that world provided all sorts of equipment for you to keep in touch, and when Charles took you to see the place and to leave America, and you saw the amazing facilities, you joked that you would like to stay too.

With America's departure for school, you and Wanda assumed that you would have to stay on the same Earth for some time. However, when you returned to Van, you found a letter on the table.

"Dear Moms,

I will be away for a while, but that does not mean that your adventure has to stop. I know, for example, that you haven't even had a chance to go on a real date yet. And I also know that Wanda needs to study magic as much as I do. So I asked Van for a way to help, and well, check out the panel.

I love you both, and I will miss you.

Until next summer,

America Chavez."

Wanda was busy wiping away tears, and you kissed her on the cheek before going to check the front of the car. You smiled when you found a new button with a star symbol on it, knowing immediately that America had found a way to lend her powers to the car.

"Our daughter is a very intelligent girl, Miss Maximoff." You say to Wanda who smiles proudly, hugging the letter against her chest. "Come here, baby." You say embracing her.

You and Wanda fall into an amazing routine after that. America keeps in touch by a strange kind of computer, but it works and allows video calls. You drive more often than Wanda because she has a lot of studying to do and likes to read beside you in the armchair. You eventually realize that the title Rulers of the Multiverse, can change to Destroyers or Guardians according to the type of world and its magical nature, but you and Wanda try to support each other in everything.

When she finishes all your books and is practicing some rune forms next to you in the passenger seat - her fingers forming scarlet images in the air - you comment:

"Wands, I think we need to try something else."

She turns her eyes from the pages to you. "What do you mean?"

"Well, we send America to a place where she learns properly about her powers. I think you need the same."

Wanda raises an eyebrow. "But I like your books..."

You giggle, holding out one of your hands for hers. "Of course you do. But my books are about sorcery, dear. You're a witch, Wanda. You need to learn witchcraft."

"Do you want to send me somewhere?" Wanda asks half hesitantly, and you laugh again, shaking your head.

"No way, I'll be too lonely without you." You retort with a smile. "Unless you wanted to go to a school like the one in your wizard's book..."

"Harry Potter." She clarifies with a chuckle, moving closer to kiss your cheek. "No, I don't want to go away from you." She assures making you smile.

"Good. Then we can keep my original idea." You say taking your eyes off the road a moment. "We can look for witches on our travels, get books on witchcraft and ritualistic magic, all kinds of stuff that sorcerers don't study."

"Sounds good to me." Wanda retorts with a sweet smile, exchanging a glance with you before turning her attention back to the book.

You stand in silence for a few minutes until you remember something else, and call out to her, receiving a distracted hum in return.

"I had an idea last night. What if, in each universe we went to, I took you out on the customs of those worlds?" You suggest with slightly reddened cheeks, keeping your gaze on the road. "That way, we'd have a dozen first dates."

Wanda bit back a smile at your shy tone, taking her eyes off the book.

"Detka, that sounds aman-." She started but choked softly, and you looked at her immediately, with curiosity that turned to concern as Wanda closed the book and pushed it away, taking off her belt and rushing off to the bathroom suddenly. You quickly started to park the van on the side of the road and as you stood up and reached for the bathroom, you heard her vomiting.

"Wanda, are you okay there, baby?" You asked worriedly, moving to help her with her hair. Wanda tried to push you gently, muttering something about being disgusting but you gave a little laugh, assuring her it was no problem at all.

She stayed like that for a few long minutes, and when her nausea finally passed, you took her outside for some air, getting her some water as well.

"I'm fine, detka, it was probably the excessive practice." She answers your questions about her condition, embracing you for a moment.

In the first days, you believe it. But about four universes later, when Wanda has a whole bookshelf full of witchcraft books now that she's not being able to practice properly because of the frequency of her sickness, you were growing really worried.

Right now, you are standing by the bathroom door, waiting for Wanda to come out. It is about two o'clock in the morning, and the van is parked on an isolated road in a world where the earth orbits Saturn - visible in the sky - and you wake up the very second Wanda rushes out of bed to vomit.

As soon as she opens the door, you stare at her.

"I'm taking you to the doctor." That's what you declare, but Wanda sighs.

"Babe..."

"End of conversation, I'm worried about you." You insist, moving away to look for the interdimensional phone Charles gave you. "Let's find a magical doctor, I'm sure Xavier knows some and..."

"Y/N!" Wanda interrupts getting your attention and you look at her with concern. But Wanda sighs, reaching up to take your hands and have you sit down in a chair. "I'm going to say something and you're going to promise not to freak out, okay?"

"But..." You start but from the look on Wanda's face, you sigh slightly. "All right."

She takes a deep breath as if to build courage, and continues holding your hands. "At first I thought it had something to do with our training because it was intense and all. But I don't think it is. Dorogoya, I haven't had my period in a few weeks."

You frown in confusion. "Wanda, I don't have a dick-"

She interrupts you with a short laugh, "It wouldn't be the first time we've made magic babies." She argues but you laugh incredulously.

"Wanda, that was different." You say. "We're inside the Hex, I don't even think I saw my Wanda pregnant, and your children even grew from babies to kids in a week. It wasn't real, that's just impossible." You retort stubbornly, but Wanda licks her lips.

"Moya lyubov, think about it, okay?" She insists tenderly. "We are both the most powerful witch and sorceresses in the universe, we can conjure anything with our minds. Creating life is what the guardian and the scarlet witch can do together, and you and I, we do a lot of, delightful and intense but unprotected sex." You blink in surprise, stubbornness fading from your chest as you realize that the odds are actually quite high. And just as you begin to turn pale, Wanda quickly places her hands on your face. "Hey, hey, baby, it's okay, we're gonna be okay."

"Wanda, I can't do this." You murmur to her with emotion in your voice, surprising her a little. "I can't go through the whole fake babies thing again, okay? I just can't. So please, let's go see a doctor. I need to be sure this is really happening."

Wanda nods quickly, moving to hug you, and you sigh deeply as you pass your arms around her, managing to relax a little.

The confirmation that Wanda is indeed, very much and truly pregnant, comes when you return to Charles' universe, and she goes through a dozen tests - magical and otherwise - to confirm the two little people growing inside her for a few weeks now.

You almost faint.

Instead, you hug and lift Wanda in the air, spinning her around and making her laugh between the kiss you share.

"My god, we're going to be moms again." You gasp still with your hands on her waist. "Do you think you will be...?"

"I don't know." She says already knowing you're asking about the twins "But I'm going to love them anyway."

You nod in agreement, kissing her again. "I love you, Wanda."

"I love you too, sweetheart." She retorts smiling before kissing you again.

With the news of the pregnancy, you and Wanda pause your travels, deciding to return the Van to its home state, and find the perfect location in west-central Sokovia - which was never destroyed on Charles' Earth and was somehow a country north of the Republic of Transia.

"Wait, does that mean I have to get a job?" You joke, getting a laugh from Wanda.

But Charles Xavier seems quite interested in making your joke come true. And as Rulers of the Multiverse, apparently work is what there is no shortage of for you and Wanda.

She tends to focus more on her studies, and rest as her belly grows, while you see no problem in helping the professor with his papers.

America comes home in the summer and on holidays, and as soon as she finds out the news, she is somehow much more excited than you and Wanda. She is the one who helps the house form the babies' room - various decorations of stars and planets on the walls - before she goes back to school.

The babies are born at the Sokovian Maternity Hospital in Novi Grad, and Wanda is having a very hard time stopping crying.

"They are beautiful, my love, you did so well." You whisper before kissing her forehead, and Wanda sobs softly. "Which one of those is Tommy?"

She moves the right arm that holds the smaller one, and you smile as you reach out to cup his face. "Dorogoya, how is that possible...they're my boys, how-"

"Shh, it's okay." You interrupt by kissing her forehead again. "They're home now, honey. For real, now."

Falling into a routine with the boys was easier than you ever thought. Wanda loved her children equally but had to admit that she seemed to have a special connection with little Billy - who had a strong magical signature like her - and was quite attached to his mommy.

You, on the other hand, spent much more time with Tommy. And it was as the boys grew up, and interacted with their older sister, that you and Wanda realized that America was not growing up as it should.

"Mr.Baker, my counselor listed this as Superhuman Longevity, and said it means that in addition to a longer lifespan, I don't age at the normal speed of a human being." Explained the girl standing next to her two younger brothers, who also had their height marked on the wall behind her. While Tommy and Billy were already 5 years old, America didn't grow or change at all and looked to be at most 16 yet. "Don't make that face! It's a good thing, I guess."

You and Wanda exchanged hesitant glances. But then Wanda sighed.

"At least we don't have to worry about her starting to drive yet." She said making you laugh and America grunt softly.

—---

Your life on Earth M-775 was really comfortable and peaceful. Tommy and Billy were home-schooled until they were old enough for the Dawn Institute, and while they studied, you and Wanda went back to work.

It turned out that no matter what your title - Rulers, Destroyers, Guardians - your magic was much appreciated and needed. You had met The Watcher when the boys were babies, but it wasn't until Wanda returned to work, sixteen years later, that he actually delivered jobs that needed the Guardian and the Scarlet Witch, from destroyed worlds to fallen monster wars.

You fell breathless to the ground, rolling after a blow with your sword that sliced a level 6 demon with wings through the middle - the creature crumbling - and you bowed slightly, a cocky smile on your lips that made your wife roll her eyes with a giggle.

"Don't think too highly of yourself." She warned as she approached, the small electronic recording equipment in her hands. "I did all the work of keeping them in control."

"That's because you are the most amazing and unique Queen of Chaos." You complimented, moving closer, and kissing her cheek for a giggle. "My wife is so cool."

Wanda blushed, rolling her eyes and pushing you gently.

"You're just saying that so I flatter you too." She retorts, but you chuckle, slipping your hands around her waist, kissing her cheek several times until she laughs. "Fine, I think you're an incredible warrior."

"Hmmm, Maximoff, you're a such flirt." You joke getting another embarrassed giggle before she mumbles that you guys were working, but you only let her go when she kisses you properly.

That same year, the twins turn 16, and well, they have an incredible birthday gift request.

"We just think it would be cool to get to know the world you came from." Billy starts from his seat at the table, while you and Wanda are walking around with the party supplies you are putting together for them.

"And we know that our deal is that inter-dimensional travel is only when we’re eighteen when we've had the proper training as America, but it would just be a family outing." Tommy completes, and you and Wanda exchange thoughtful glances.

The thing is that you and Wanda never went back to her universe, nor to yours. It's not like you had anything to go back to there anyway. You just moved on.

Wanda swallowed dryly, leaving her forks on the tables.

"I don't think there's anything to go back there for, kids." She commented. "It's been years since we left, and we had nothing to stay for. But I if you wish to know..."

"That's fine with me." You complete by offering a soft smile to Wanda, who responds.

"They said yes?" America suddenly arrives in the backyard through a portal, and you and Wanda raise an eyebrow at her, who laughs awkwardly. "Sorry..."

"You three are such little devils." You comment grumpily, receiving giggles in return.

"But I brought presents!" America tries and gets her brothers excited enough with otherworldly objects. She's about 23 now - the age seems to flow randomly, and the twins are betting with the day they'll outgrow her - and she graduated from the Dawn Institute some time ago. Since she began studying at Sotomayor University, an extra-dimensional college, she has been traveling between worlds more often, and whenever she returns home, she brings gifts for her mothers and brothers. It doesn't surprise you that she has inspired the twins to ask permission to travel in the multiverse as well.

Once the party was over, and the children went to their rooms, you and Wanda took care of the dishes.

"Are you sure about this, my love?" You asked her as you dried the dishes she washed, and Wanda sighed softly.

"Actually, I was going to ask you the same thing." She returned with a small smile. "I had no place to go back to in my world, but in yours, you were a fugitive. Are you sure you want to go there again?"

You shrug, wiping a glass. "I paid my sentence long ago, Wands. And now I'm a sworn guardian too, so I don't have to worry about that. I guess I was more interested in knowing if you'll be okay with seeing your friends again."

"My friends are here, Y/N." Wanda retorts with a chuckle. "My father and brother are on Earth-012S. But also, on all the other worlds we've seen them on. I'll go wherever you go dear, nothing has changed."

You smiled in a corner, moving closer to kiss your cheek. "I love you, darling."

"I love you too." She says back, and you kissed her on the mouth this time, enjoying the soft sigh she let out.

So many years and kissing Wanda still feels like the first time. As intense as ever. She spins her body around and moves her hands to your neck, making you shudder and break the kiss due to the temperature because of the water and soap. And though Wanda laughs too, she kisses you again with more intensity and you grunt softly as you feel her bite your lip before sliding her tongue against yours, her hand on your neck moving up to the back of your neck to ruffle your hair.

You've been with Wanda in so many ways now. Right here in this kitchen, on your knees, on the side, against the counter, sink, on the floor. And your heart speeds up just the same when you feel her slide a hand to the buckle of your belt, and a wave of arousal rush through your body with the soft moan she lets escape when you move your hands to her ass, squeezing the flesh and forcing her against your hips.

Usually, when in the house. you two are patient, taking your time to worship each other's bodies - and you can be as loud as you wish - but the children are upstairs, and you've both been so busy with work and organizing the twins' party the last few days that Wanda doesn't realize how much she needed you to touch her until she feels your body against hers.

So your plans to slowly work your way down - fingers lifting her dress while your mouth kisses the sensitive spots on her neck - are interrupted with a whimper from Wanda and a gentle tug on your hair that makes you grunt as you look at her.

"I need you now, detka, please." She practically begged, and you kissed her jaw.

"How do you want me, Wanda?" You questioned out of breath, fingers scratching her tight and making her shiver.

"On your knees." She responded equally affected, and you just hum in understanding, wasting no time in obeying. Wanda bit her lip as she watched, her body vibrating in anticipation at the image of you falling to your knees for her, one hand guiding her right leg over your shoulder, as your mouth kissed her thigh and up, making her shudder. She didn't need to beg any further, you did exactly what she needed.

Soft kisses made their way up to her covered intimacy, getting a sigh from both of you, and before she could get impatient with the teasing over her cunt, you were pushing her panties to the side and plunging your tongue inside her. Wanda choked on a groan, earning a raised eyebrow of warning over the noise, and had to let go of the sink she was gripping tightly to cover her mouth.

The sounds became increasingly difficult to hold as you danced your tongue inside her cunt, collecting her wetness and spreading it between her folds, drawing patterns and going as deep as you could, nose pressed hard on her swollen clit. You always fuck her so well, and Wanda wasn't surprised at how quickly her climax was approaching, her legs shaking and the knot in her abdomen ready to explode.

You could feel the way she was clenching, and it only took you to add a bit more of speed in the thrusts of your tongue that Wanda came in with a muffled whimper, her back arched slightly and her knuckles turning white as she hold the sink as she spilled in your mouth. You moaned in satisfaction for her taste, licking her clean until you made your way up, dominating the kiss easily as Wanda was recovering from her orgasm.

"Better, baby?" You tease, receiving an affected chuckle from her. As soon as Wanda manages to reciprocate your kiss again, she moves her hands under your shirt, scratching your back and making you sigh. Now, after the oath and so many years of training and acquired knowledge, the tattoo doesn't affect you the same, you got used to the connection spell. But your wife does, and that's more than enough to make you moan against her tongue.

"I need more, my love." Wanda warns breathlessly, kissing your jaw. "Take me upstairs." She asks and you're holding her by the waist the next second.

—--------

Your universe was the first one you went to when summer came.

Billy and Tommy were very excited, and America bought them a new video camera, which they used to record basically the entire trip.

You were right before - Now as a sworn guardian, you were no longer a criminal. You didn't look for anyone, but you could see from the television ads and street billboards that that world was doing well.

As your earth used to have problems with universe travelers, and you didn't want your family at risk, you guys just took some pictures and left that world without wasting time.

In Wanda's universe, you decided to visit more tourist spots and stopped at a cafeteria for the kids to have lunch.

While they were ordering food, you went to the van to pee and were surprised by a portal outside when you were making your way back to the restaurant.

Your immediate reaction was to look out the dinner window - Wanda and the children were entertained with food and conversation - and you sighed softly before looking at the magic behind you.

Wong stumbled out with a mixed expression of concern and weariness.

"Finally Miss Y/N, I was beginning to worry where you would have ended up." That's what he spoke, making you laugh in confusion and surprise as Stephen Strange walked out next. The two of them seemed almost relieved to see you.

"After all these years you were still waiting for me?" You question with surprise and receive two confused looks.

"Years? It's only been a few hours since you disappeared." Strange retorts.

"Exactly, we didn't want to take any precipitated action, figuring that as the guardian you would have enough power and knowledge to confront Wanda." Wong adds. "We were going to wait at least two days, but as soon as we received the magical signal from your signature, we came to check. I imagine everything went well..?"

"Mom, who are these?" Tommy cut in suddenly, probably having used his speed to appear there so quickly, and you hesitated softly. Strange and Wong frowned.

"T-these are some friends of this world's Kamar Taj, sweetie." You half-heartedly replied, and let out a nervous chuckle. "Strange, Wong, this is Tommy, my middle son."

Strange looked up at the restaurant window, where Wanda had just raised her gaze to you all outside with curiosity, and sighed.

"Miss L/N, I think we have a lot of catching up to do."

You laugh softly, messing up Tommy's hair lightly. "Yeah, I think that too, Stephen."

The vacation trip had to be postponed. Earth 616A was almost 17 years behind M-775, which meant that although you, Wanda and America had been away all that time, for Strange and Wong it had only been a little over six hours since you had left the Kamar Taj of that world.

You and Wanda had a lot to tell, and Strange was still a little suspicious of Billy and Tommy.

"How did that happen?" he asked looking at the kids outside, meeting the temple with other masters. You gave a little chuckle.

"You know Strange, when two people love each other very deeply..." You started but Wanda patted you gently on the arm, biting back a giggle. "It's ancient magic, probably. Order and Chaos when put together give the ability to create life, like the ancient gods could too, you know? Basic creationism, Stephen."

He rolled his eyes but sighed in defeat. "I guess I can say I'm happy for you guys." He comments shrugging his shoulders.

Wong made a suspicious expression. "Still, the last time we saw each other, you were fighting. And now you're married."

"Technically, I sort of was already married-" You mutter but Wanda gives a chuckle, pushing your face gently to stop you from mocking the warlocks.

"Yes, Wong, we were fighting because I was over darkhold's domain." She starts to explain. "That has been settled, a long time ago in fact. I don't even have the book anymore, and we learned together how to strengthen the mind."

"So you two have been ruling the multiverse together all this time?" Wong asks and you and Wanda hesitate with soft laughter.

"Well... " You begin, scratching at the back of your head.

"No?" Wanda completes with her arms crossed. With the expression of the supreme mage, she sighs. "We started a family, Wong. Y/N worked from home, to keep me company. We built a house, too. We did some traveling and had a job with an interdimensional intelligence but that's about it."

"We didn't take over any government seats or authority or anything like that." You complete by shrugging.

Wong runs a hand across his face.

"Look, it's not for me to say what you guys have to do with your lives, but maybe, now that your kids are grown, it would be a good opportunity to at least check on your destiny."

You put your hands in your pockets before stating simply, "Wanda is my destiny." and making her smile shyly, before looping an arm around her waist.

"And you are mine, dorogoya." She retorts meekly, kissing you for a moment.

"The Multiverse is in the hand of Juliet and Juliet? We're doomed." Stephen wryly mocks aloud, and Wong sighs loudly.

"Ladies, that's... lovely. But a Guardian and a Scarlet Witch exist to bring balance to the cosmos." Wong says seriously. "If you are here, with complete forges, it is because you will be needed. I fear the kind of enemy we are about to face."

You exchange a hesitant glance with Wanda, before turning your attention back to Wong.

"Our family is our priority, Supreme." You declare, but Strange clears his throat.

"We don't know what we're up against. What if it is something that threatens not only this world, but the one you live in?" he argues making you and Wanda both swallow dryly. "It may seem easier now to look the other way, but what if we're talking about a war in the multiverse? All worlds would be affected. Your family would be in danger too. And as rulers of the multiverse, you have a duty to interfere."

You lock your jaw, ready to argue that your only duty is to your family when Wanda squeezes your waist gently.

"We need to visit Wundagore." She says and you sigh softly, knowing that she has already made her decision.

In all the worlds you have visited so far, Wundagore never looked like this one. It was always the place where the Temple of the Scarlet Witch, shrines or even a Mosque stood. But in this world, it was a castle.

Wong led you to the top but didn't go up, waving goodbye to give you and Wanda some time alone. You and Wanda flew to the structure on the ice, and as soon as you entered, you were greeted by gigantic demons.

Before you could even think of attacking, they were kneeling down.

"That will never stop being weird." Murmurs your wife to you, getting a soft laugh.

You proceeded to explore around. It was like the other Darkhold registration sites - structure covered in dark magic in every brick - but unlike all the others you visited, you noticed other designs on the wall.

"Wands, I think this is-"

"Billy." She completed in surprise at your side as soon as she noticed where your hand was on the wall. She swallowed dryly before looking at you. "What does that mean, darling?"

"I don't know, Wands. But look, I'm here too." You say pointing to a structure at the back of the room - the only statue beside Wanda's - on the other wall. "Maybe the pose could be a good thing." You try, seeing the sculpted Knight on their knees, the face bowed as well.

"I think Chthon was hoping for the submission of Order to Chaos, actually." Wanda mutters pointing to the transcripts at the top. "He teaches the Scarlet Witch to demand control or to annihilate."

You sigh softly. "Good thing you control me easily, huh, babe?" You try to banter to lighten the mood, but Wanda gives you a gentle pinch.

"Focus." She urges, though her cheeks have turned pink.

Wanda guides you inside, and this is how you discover that this is not a tomb, nor a temple. It is a castle with a throne.

"Do you think it can rebuild itself like the others?" You ask curiously, looking around, but Wanda is distracted by the seat assigned to her. She walks over to the chair, tracing her fingers through the runes written on the dark marble, and sighs softly.

"Watcher spells, dear." She says to you. "I imagine for me to be able to see around the cosmos."

You sigh softly, looking around and pointing to the runes you recognize. "And I suppose those are the doors to the worlds you wish to visit." You say, and Wanda, reading the transport spells on some of the rocks, nods in agreement.

She hugs her own body, pensive. You approach her immediately, bringing your hands to her arms.

"Hey, what do you think of this?" You ask tenderly.

"Which part?" She retorts with a short laugh. "Demons at the entrance, a statue of our son, or the throne?"

"Everything." You reply with a laugh equal to hers, stroking her arms to calm her. "Wanda, we don't need-"

"Yes we do, Y/N." She interrupts with a slightly tired expression, but her tone is as gentle as she can manage. Wanda lets go of her arms to bring her hands to your cheeks. "We can't turn our backs on our destiny, sweetheart."

You swallow dryly, looking at your wife for a moment. Her hair was no longer red some years ago, it was now dark blonde, the long faded dye gave way to bleached strands, and as the weeks passed, the brown strands grew in together. Wanda's eyes have not changed. If possible, they seem to get greener and deeper every time you look at her.

"Wanda, I'm scared." You confess to her in a whisper, hands finding her neck. "I love you, our family, our life. And I feel that... I feel that this could risk everything we've built together. And I'm terrified of the possibility of losing you."

Wanda swallows dryly, moving her hands to your cheeks.

"I know, detka, I'm scared too." She says in the same tone, fingers caressing your skin. "But we have to do this, my love. For our family, any version of it. We can't turn our backs on our friends either."

You sniffle softly, nodding and resting your forehead against hers. You both breathe deeply, just in each other's company.

"I think the kids will love living in a castle." You joke managing to make Wanda laugh softly before stealing a few kisses from her.

"I love you." She says between them making you smile.

When you let go, the two of you continue to explore the place, determined to get to know everything before you even think about bringing the children here. And soon, you and Wanda realize that yes, the structures can also be restored with the spells on the walls.

It's only when you are standing around a completely restored castle of dark, gleaming marble that you decide to return to the Kamar Taj.

Wanda takes one last look at the statue of the scarlet witch and seeing her hesitation, you slide your hands together before raising them, kissing the back of hers and making her smile as she looks at you.

"Are you ready, my darling?" You ask her, and Wanda sighs lightly, moving a little closer and looking down at your joined hands before meeting your eyes.

"Don't let go of me." She asks and you smile, stepping forward to deposit a kiss on her forehead.

"Never." You assure, squeezing her hand gently. She smiles back, and in the next moment, you step through a portal together.

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A/N-> So, last chapter folks!! I hope you enjoyed the journey, and yes, I know the ending is kind of open and there's this long time span (sixteen fucking years) but two reasons for that; I want to find out what happened to Wanda in canon, how she's going to come back and live with the boys and that sort of thing, so that someday I can write either a second season or new stories. And second (and this one probably won't happen but let's pretend it will) these years make room for drabbles or special one-shots about their adventures in the multiverse. Either way, story ended with a beautiful and lovely happy ending to warm our hearts.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda x reader #Rulers of The Multiverse #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda maximoff #marvel imagines #wanda x you #wanda maximoff imagines #wanda maximoff x yn

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See You in Westview

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Summary: AU where Wanda takes over Westview to be with Y/N, which just so happens to be the town that Joe Goldberg and Love Quinn have decided to settle down in.

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Reader; Love Quinn x Reader

18+, Minors DNI! Contains: oral sex (R giving), hair pulling, semi-public sex.

A/N: I am very sorry this took so long! But hoping it’s worth it :))))

“What are you looking at?” Wanda asked, pulling your stare away from Love to face her. She’d wrapped a silky red robe around her small frame and was looking at you with her arms folded.

It made you feel extremely vulnerable as you were still naked.

You moved back from the window and awkwardly pulled your arms over your body as you scrambled for something to cover yourself with.

“You knew she was looking!” You shouted at her as your hands landed on a t-shirt and you pulled it on. Your chest was heaving and your head was swimming. The aftermath of the sex was still surging through your body but it clashed with your anger at Wanda for letting Love see you like that.

“Knew who was looking?” Her voice was sweet but her facial expression was unforgiving. Wanda knew exactly what she was doing.

“Love! You knew she could see us!” You were frantic, throwing your arms up dramatically.

“Why does it matter if she’s seen us?” Wanda was getting increasingly enraged but managed to maintain her poise as she stared you down.

It made you pause and scramble to come up with an answer. Your mouth opened to respond but your brain didn’t cooperate. At this point it was pretty clear that you weren’t going to come out of this without looking guilty.

You tried to speak again but stuttered, feeling hot and suffocated under Wanda’s strong gaze.

“Are you fucking her?” Wanda accused, cocking her head to the side which had notoriously shown enemies much tougher than you that she was a force to be reckoned with.

“What? No!” Your heart and your mind were racing at the same time. Although you were telling the truth, you knew that Wanda could read minds. She’d be able to see the filthy daydreams you’d had of Love. How would Wanda know if they were simply daydreams or memories? Could she tell the difference of you betraying her physically and mentally?

“Don’t lie to me!” Wanda’s Sokovian accent now slipped through as she got increasingly frustrated with you.

It was the first time you’d noticed that the full time you’d lived in Westview, Wanda had spoken with an American accent. It made you stop in your tracks and stare at her with eyebrow raised confusion. You knew Wanda was powerful but the events of the past few weeks in this dreary town were now making you question just how powerful she was.

Perhaps you weren’t going crazy or becoming seriously ill. Maybe there was an explanation for the gaps in your memory or your sudden changes in career and that red mist you’d become far too accustomed to.

“Wanda.” You gulped. “What’s going on?”

“What’s going on, honey,” her sweet American accent returned, “is that my wife is lying to me.”

“Yeah?” You challenged, feeling a bit more comfortable as you pulled on some sweatpants. “Well so is mine!”

Once again you felt the tense atmosphere settle between you and Wanda as you stared each other down. You caught a glimpse of flashing red in her eyes but it flickered. Wanda knew you were on to her and had to pick her next move wisely so as not freak you out. She had to do this next part without her magic.

“I think I need some space.” She decided calmly. “I’ll go stay with Agnes.”

This proposition didn’t seem acceptable to you. In the first instance, although you had been disloyal with your thoughts, you still couldn’t stomach the idea of Agnes being Wanda’s shoulder to cry on. It made your stomach churn: the idea of Agnes comforting Wanda and then using it as a way to take advantage and have her way with her. Wanda was still your wife afterall, you weren’t going to let Agnes in between you just so easily.

Likewise, you still weren’t quite sure what Wanda was doing with her powers to manipulate everything around you. If she left, it would give her a chance to keep you locked in the house and you didn’t quite fancy playing prisoner to her.

“No, I’ll go. I need some space to think.” You said and pulled some shoes on.

Wanda scoffed. “And where are you gonna go?”

“Anywhere but here.”

It felt like you had been walking for hours. Each step you drove your feet even further into the ground. You were panting and sweating, trying to find a way out of this godforsaken town.

Every time you thought you’d be close to the edge of town, more blocks of houses appeared to barricade you into this place. Westview was an endless maze of dead-ends with no escape. It was hopeless.

At home or out in the streets, Wanda wasn’t going to let you get away so easily.

You were so deep in your own thoughts that you didn’t even notice the car pull up next to you.

“Hey.” You heard a familiar voice say. “Get in.”

You turned your head to see Love’s friendly face. It made you pause for a second. There were tears running down your face and your cheeks were puffy. The embarrassment of her having seen you being claimed earlier and now catching you crying in the streets brought out a scarlet shade on your cheeks.

“Come on,” she pleaded. “We’ll go to the bakery. We can talk?”

The promise of the bakery: your personal safe haven in this town was magnetising. Before you could register what you were doing, you were getting into Love’s car with her.

“Sorry.” You mumbled as you pulled your seatbelt on. “I didn’t mean for you to see that earlier.”

“Why are you sorry I saw you with your wife?” Love swallowed thickly and gave you an unconvincing chuckle. She was no longer looking at you, instead focusing on the road ahead.

“You know why.” You said definitively, also fixating on the road. You awkwardly folded your arms and suffered the rest of the trip in silence.

At the bakery, Love busied herself with turning the lights on and starting up the coffee machine. You awkwardly followed her in, taking your usual seat and watching her get to work. She was getting clumsy, her hands shaking as she took coffee cups. Her actions were frantic and thoughtless as she tried her best to maintain a sense of normality.

“Love.” You said, pulling her out of her distracted daze. She turned round to you with her eyes widened.

“I don’t know what the fuck I’m even doing!” Love confessed, throwing her hands up in the air. It took you aback and you settled further back into your chair with your eyebrow raised, waiting for an explanation.

“I have a husband, a baby, my own business. Perfect little white picket fence life. This is what I always wanted!” She continued, as if trying to convince herself rather than you.

You sat rooted in your chair still staring at her in bewilderment. She looked back at you desperately, her chest heaving as she took you in. Disheveled, you sat there in the t-shirt and sweatpants that you’d scrambled to cover yourself with earlier. It made you feel like a mess but Love was captivated by you. It was a glimpse of your domestic self. This was the part of you only Wanda had been given the privilege of seeing up until now. Love was jealous, wanting to keep you like this all to herself.

There was a tightening in your chest as you felt like Love’s intense stare had penetrated your skin and she could see right through you.

“So why the fuck can I not stop thinking about you?!”

The shouting startled you. At the same time, it invigorated you. It confirmed all your wildest fantasies about her were now a possibility. The almost kiss from the week before was deliberate. She brought you cupcakes because she missed you and wanted you. The feelings you had for her were mutual.

Cautiously, you stood up from your chair and moved towards her. Love felt vulnerable and started to draw inwards to herself.

When you reached her, you pulled her in by her waist and pressed your lips against hers and accomplished what you had failed to do the week before.

Love was reluctant at first but slowly started to relax into the kiss. She wrapped her arms around your neck, desperately pulling you as close to her as physically possible. She moaned into the kiss as you moved your hands down to grope her ass.

You kissed her with a fierceness unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. Both of you moved your heads in perfect synchronisation as the kiss deepened. It was like you were born to do this.

Drawing back from the kiss your lips latched on to her neck, desperate to feel more of her. She let out some needy gasps, raking her hands through your hair.

You moved your hands to the back of her knees and picked her up so her legs were wrapped round your waist. She let out a giggle, having been oblivious to your super strength before. She was as light as a feather to you.

You placed her down on one of the tables, kicking the chair out of the way. She looked up at you with innocent eyes, begging you to lead the way. You were only too happy to oblige.

Smirking, you unbuttoned her blouse to reveal a lilac lace bra. It matched her amethyst pendant which sat perfectly on her chest. You leaned down and started to kiss and nibble at her collarbone and chest, bringing out little satisfied mewls from Love.

“You’re beautiful.” You muttered against her skin. She was truly beautiful, the way her body responded to all of your little touches. She arched her back into you, almost as though she was trying to merge you both into the one person.

“You make me feel so much better than he does.” She rasped back, her voice raising in pitch as you bit and sucked at a sensitive spot on her chest. It made you feel euphoric: having won this invisible battle between yourself and Joe.

You responded with unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them down along with her underwear. Eye contact was maintained as you got on your knees on the floor in front of her and hooked your arms around her bare legs. She looked at you expectantly, her mouth agape and she shuddered in anticipation.

You didn’t keep her waiting long as you dragged your tongue along her glistening sex. It drew out a loud groan from her and she threw her head back. You got to work with your tongue, settling into a nice pace and moving in a circular motion.

“Oh, GOD.” She moaned, taking a fistful of your hair. From your spot on the floor, you continued to look up at her as though you were staring at an angel. The way her face contorted with pleasure at how you were making her feel sent shivers down your spine.

It made you feel lucky to be able to provide her with this elated joy. Between your legs you felt your own flutter of excitement. Giving Love this pleasure with all the lights on in the bakery and no shutters; this time you didn’t care who saw you.

Love was very vocal, letting out exasperated and guttural moans, her grip tightening on your hair which incurred a nice burn on your scalp. You kept her legs firmly in place as you continued to flick your tongue against her clit.

“Just like that, right there.” She panted, feeling the build up of her orgasm. You obeyed and ghosted your fingertips over her thighs to increase the sensitivity.

She let out little excited moans and gasps then proceeded to chant your name out like a prayer as she was pushed over the edge. You lapped up her juices and continued to work your tongue to drag her orgasm out for as long as possible. She let out a final scream and rested on her elbows, staring down at you on your knees in front of her.

You rested back on your heels to get in a more comfortable position. Gazing up at Love with adoration, your heart skipped a beat as you saw her expression change.

She sniffled and a tear rolled down her cheek. You frowned and moved to comfort her, presuming that she was upset at the infidelity that had just been committed. She stopped you with the shaking of her head.

“I’m sorry.” She mouthed at you.

There was no time to question what she meant as a blunt force knocked you unconscious and everything turned to black.

The sharp pain in your head was magnified by the bright lights beating down on you. You blinked a few times to try and take in your surroundings.

You were trapped in a glass box situated in the middle of a dark room. The absence of windows suggested that this was a basement. You deduced that you were still in the bakery based on the heavenly smell of cakes that are fresh out of the oven.

Although, this only caused further confusion. Love had always been a sweet and inviting character up until now. Surely, she couldn’t be capable of manipulating a crime like this.

Suddenly, you realised you didn’t actually know that much about her. You’d built up an idea of her in your head and only paid attention to the positive things about her. The gorgeous woman and loving mother whose husband didn’t appreciate her. Perhaps Love was a criminal mastermind and you were just none the wiser.

Manoeuvring yourself on to your side and resting on your elbow, you prayed that this was just a dream. A very very bad dream.

“Well well well, look who’s awake.” The voice sent a sharp jolt of dread through your body. Your eyes widened as you looked up at to come face to face with the woman holding you captive.

Agnes.

Except, she wasn’t in her usual attire. Her hair was static and crazy, she wore a long purple gown that looked like a Halloween costume. She looked neurotic and gleeful, seeing you trapped in your box.

Next to her stood Love, who was shaking uncontrollably. She gave you an apologetic expression, the tears still cascading down her face.

“Agnes?” You choked out, your voice weak and hoarse.

“Oh dear, let me introduce myself properly.” She smiled back at you menacingly. “The name is Agatha Harkness.”

Agatha paced outside your cage twirling her fingers which let out little purple sparks. As she did so, the amethyst pendant that adorned Love’s neck twinkled and her eyes shone a deep purple.

The necklace wasn’t a present from Joe or her friends or even a treat to herself. It was a tool that Agatha used to keep her little servant in line.

It became very clear that Love might have been the braun of this operation, but Agatha was the brain.

“You see I’ve been wanting to get to your wife for a little while, Y/N. To get her power, learn all her little secrets. She can’t use that power like I can.” She stopped, turning to face you and held your gaze.

“With the hand of my little helper here and her husband’s odd little glass box contraption,” she put her hand on Love’s shoulder who then tried to wriggle out of Agatha’s grasp. “I now have the perfect thing to lure her in! Her wife, who she loves so much that she took over an entire town to be with.”

“Her wife, who has just betrayed her. Hopefully, the pain of that will make her weak enough for me to strike.”

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justaduckarts · 1 year

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They would prefer if we didn’t talk about that. :) I thought you might enjoy knowing how they’d react to this <3

@thelonereni

DNC Sun is very easily flustered. I love him the most.

Peep how much shorter Barista Sun is

Jumpscaring y’all with the sona-

#justaduckarts #star holder #DNC #H!ITIAF!#the duck multiverse is real guys #its just me and all my interpretations of the dca in one room #they fight a lot #im in charge and i shouldnt be #yn is there too but they kinda just vibe #DLNS

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multiverse-of-yn · 2 years

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Y/N, in line at a coffee shop: Can I get a venti vanilla latte with uhh, seven espresso shots?

Jason, in line behind them: Jesus Christ, just do cocaine.

#incorrect quotes #batfam incorrect quotes #batfam #headcanons #imagines #jason todd x reader #jason todd x gender neutral reader #jason todd x y/n #poet writes #multiverse of yn

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moiravim · 1 year

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Peculiar

Takes place after Doctor Strange 2016🥰

Fluff!!! TW: mention of death

Summary: yn, a magical being, meets and falls in love with Stephen Strange

In the operating room, Stephen Strange was occupied with a challenging procedure. He was attempting to save the life of his patient when all of a sudden the lights flickered and the machinery broke down. He exerted every effort to save the patient, but sadly, he was unsuccessful.

Stephen, distraught and worn out, left the operating room and went to the hospital's rooftop to meditate. You use your Mysterious powers to appear next to him seemingly out of thin air as he looked up at the night sky. Your face was lit up with a beautiful smile.

You had received your powers when you were just a small child. You had no idea where they came from or how you got them. All you knew was that now you had them.

"Stephen Strange, good day. I've heard a lot about you," you remark.

Surprised, he inquired, "How do you know my name."

You look into his deep eyes and respond, "I know everything about you. But for the time being, call me YN. Although I can be untrustworthy at times, I've come to add some clarity to your life."

Stephen was mesmerized by your assurance and allure. "How could you have discovered me on the roof?" he questioned. You responded , "I followed what appeared to be a very strong cosmic connection signal."

You bother discovered that you had a lot in common as you conversed. The two of you had both been through a significant deal of hardship and suffering, had lofty goals, and desired to have a constructive influence on the world.

You urged Stephen to maintain his composure and not allow the passing of his patient to demoralize him.

You clarified that what was important was that he was doing all he could to change the world. Your intellect, your unwavering attitude, and your warm personality astounded Stephen.

He talked to you until the early hours of the morning despite the cold night. After shaking hands and saying thank you for the enjoyable talk, Stephen had parted ways but not before expressing a desire to run into one another again.

From that point forward, you progressively merged into each other's life, supporting one another in overcoming the unidentified forces that threatened the world's good people. You formed a relationship of trust and respect for one another as they journeyed across other realms.

#marvel x reader #marvel #doctor strange multiverse of madness #doctor strange x reader #doctor strange #doctor stephen strange #stephen strange x reader #stephen strange #stephen strange x yn #fanfic #fluff

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tinuvielbianca · 2 years

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*Y/n is talking to Stephen*

Y/n: Because all the people I love are gone.

Is it me, I must have some curse.

Strange: You have no curse, Y/n.

Y/n: are they because they die?

Strange: That's life.

Y/n: but it seems to me she is much more cruel.

First my parents

*Flashback of parents*

Then my friend who was like my brother

*Flashback Pietro*

Then the man I loved

*Flashback Loki*

Let's not forget my best friend and father figure

*Flashback Nat and Tony*

Maybe I am the embodiment of death?

Since everyone I care about dies.

I miss them so much.

Strange: I know, but everything happens for a purpose, maybe the reason they leave is to fortify you.

Y/n: Maybe they're still there, taking care of me.

Y/n: my mom once said that even dead stars still shine in the sky.

*Y/n looking at the night sky.*

Strange: Nothing is impossible for the universe.

*Strange says smiling*

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thatonebrazilian · 2 years

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Sanctum ~ pt.2

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3...

A/N: OMG GUYS, I'm blown away by the amount of love and positive feedback this fic has gotten. Thank you so much, this means a lot to me! I really hope this next part is gonna live up to your expectations.

And if anyone wants to be added to the taglist just give me a shout.

MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS SPOILERS AHEAD

Warnings: A lil bit of Dr. Strange bashing, and cursing. I think that's it.

Word count: 1677

The girl, America Chavez, took a step forward, there was a desperate look on her face. “You can’t! She’ll send her monsters after me again! She wants my powers!”

Her fists were closed, a white glow surrounding them, but it soon disappeared as Doctor Strange placed a hand on her shoulder, taking a step forward as if to challenge you.

“America’s right, her powers are unique, in the wrong hands they could do irreparable damage.” He said, his eyes then leaving you to focus on Wanda, a snarl marring his features “And we can’t leave Wanda free to do whatever she wants to this universe, not after everything she’s done already.”

You took your eyes away from the sorcerer and looked at the young girl with a hardened look on your face. “You humans think you’re so special, so exceptional” you scoffed, eyes focusing on the doctor once more “what makes you think her powers are unique at all? And what makes you think you have the right to decide who gets punished and who gets a free pass?”

Strange took a half step back as if he wasn’t expecting you to point fingers at them. He furrowed his brows as he looked at you, his fists clenching.

“You humans?” America whispered, looking at him.

The sorcerer didn’t pay her any attention though, he seemingly gathered his courage and took another step forward, his head held high.

“Do you not think what she did deserves punishment after all the lives she took?” Strange asked then, pointing at this version of Wanda as if she were a criminal.

It was your turn to clench your fists; there was a part of you that would always crave to deliver punishment to those unworthy, to be what your Father created you to be, but you couldn’t fall back into your old habits, not after all Wanda and Natasha sacrificed for you. Not if you wanted to protect your children, to see them grow…

“Don’t you think you deserve it as much?” you asked through a clenched jaw “after all if you had just given her the girl, none of those deaths would have happened.”

“No,” it was the Scarlet Witch that spoke, her wide eyes looking right at you as if you somehow had the answers she’s been seeking “he’s right, I…” she started to cry again, her eyes then focusing on the boys.

You felt your heart breaking all over again as you took in that sight, the redhead kneeling dejectedly on the floor, her green eyes red from crying, her face tear-stained. Seeing her like that just reminded you of how you couldn’t save your Wanda, your darling witchy, nor Natasha, your beautiful widow; they were gone, you couldn’t protect them.

You and the boys were left alone, left here to forever remember the smiles you’d never be able to see again. But at least you had them, Billy and Tommy, and after all that happened you swore you’d protect them from everything, even if it meant protecting them from yourself.

And this woman before you was a threat; she came into your universe unannounced, attack you and put your children in danger. You should be protecting Billy and Tommy from her… But she didn’t want to hurt them in the first place, did she? This… This was still Wanda, and she clearly just wanted her boys back.

But that was the thing, wasn’t it? They weren’t her boys, they were yours.

“Ma, what’s happening? Who are these people? Why are they trying to hurt you?” as if on cue Tommy asked you, his eyes landing on the witch.

You saw the heartbreak in this Wanda’s eyes when she heard Tommy’s words, when she heard him call you mom, but there was nothing you could do to ease her pain. These were not her kids, they were yours.

“Billy, Tommy,” you said in a grave voice, the sound booming inside the house, gathering everyone’s attention “why don’t you go upstairs? This is adult business.”

“But-” they tried.

“Now.”

The boys left; you knew they’d be listening from upstairs, but all you wanted was for them to be as far away from these people as possible until you had everything figured out.

You looked at Wanda again, then, and saw the heartbreak you felt mirrored in her eyes.

“You’re already being punished,” you said, barely above a whisper “your children get to call someone else mother, that ought to be enough.”

Strange took yet another step forward, the furrow in his brows evident. “How is it punishment if you’re giving her what she wanted all along? This is more of a reward, if anything.”

You turned to give him your full attention. You didn’t know if he was just the kind of person that saw everything in black and white, good and bad, with no middle ground; or if he simply was taking something out on her, like maybe his frustrations, maybe his unhappiness, maybe his grief.

“Is it really a reward if she’s only getting back what was rightfully hers all along?” you asked then, your eyes boring into his.

“Those children were never hers, she made them using magic.” He said, gritting his teeth.

You tilted your head a little. “That’s what every mother does.” And upon hearing those words the Scarlet Witch looked at you with wide eyes, a small smile playing on her lips “Let me ask you something… Do you believe in souls, Doctor Strange?”

“What kind of question is that?” the girl, America, butted in, still clearly agitated about the prospect of Wanda being free.

You didn’t pay her attention, though, your eyes were still trained on the sorcerer.

“Answer me. Yes or no?” your voice took a graver tone.

He hesitated. “Yes.”

“Souls? Really?” America scoffed.

“They’re real,” Strange said, tearing his gaze off you just long enough to look the girl in the eye, as if to tell her through that single look how serious this was “it’s one of the most complicated, forbidden topics in magic; not many people know they’re real, few have seen them, even fewer have any power over them, but they are. Real, that is.”

“So were Billy and Tommy,” you said, trying to keep your voice from wavering “the ones from your universe.”

“They were real,” Wanda said, seemingly getting mad again “if they weren’t, they wouldn’t exist in every other universe.”

The doctor shook his head. “You created them using-”

“It doesn’t matter how she created them,” you cut him off, raising your voice once again “they had souls of their own, which means they were alive. They were real.”

“How would you know?” he asked, his head still held high as if he thought himself better than you.

“Because I felt it when they vanished, I felt their souls leaving, I felt them going back to…” you were saying through gritted teeth, but you didn't want to say too much, so you closed your eyes and took a deep breath “I can feel every soul from every universe, Stephen Strange, and let me tell you, those boys were as real as you and me.”

The sorcerer looked at you with wide, fearful eyes then. “How’s that even possible? What are you?”

The star-shape portal behind them flickered and closed, America’s eyes widened and her mouth fell open. “Shit! I can’t re-open it!” She said, making motions with her hands again, and again, but to no avail. She kept the portal open for too long, now she was probably drained.

Strange looked at the girl before bringing his eyes back to you, not giving her much attention “Where is the Wanda from this universe? How are you even strong enough to hold off the Scarlet Witch?”

Tired of all this mess you ignored both of them, your eyes back on Wanda. You walked towards her and got to your knees, your faces now inches from each other, your eyes meeting.

“I need you to promise me something,” you said then, but she didn’t say anything back, just kept looking at you “I need to know that you’ll never do anything that could potentially harm Billy and Tommy.”

She gritted her teeth, her eyes going scarlet-red again. “I would never-”

“But you did already,” you cut her off, looking deep into those glowing eyes “you, by attacking me in this house, put them in jeopardy. I need you to promise me you’ll never do something like this again. I don’t care if you want to fight me, but do so far away from my kids. If one of them gets hurt because of you…”

You closed your eyes tightly once more, not being able to stop yourself from picturing the mangled bodies of your children.

“They’re my sons too” Wanda insisted.

You shook your head. “I don’t want to hurt you, Wanda, but if my children are in danger, I’ll do whatever it takes to protect them. I guess you know the feeling.”

“You can’t really think we’re just going to let her go after everything” Strange said, his hands surrounded by yellowish magic. The Chavez girl just nodded, getting into a fighting stance, her own hands glowing white. You had forgotten they were there for a second.

A heavy sigh left your lips. “It’s time for you to go.”

And just like that, with a wave of your hand you opened a portal to their universe, using your magic to push both of them through it, leaving only you and this version of Wanda in the living room before closing it again.

“Are you going to behave or should I send you away, too?” you asked.

She closed her eyes tightly and nodded. “I promise I’ll never put them in danger.”

You nodded back, got up and extended your hand.

“Let’s go then, let’s introduce you to our sons.”

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In Another Life…

SW!Wanda Maximoff x Fem Reader.

Little bit of fluff and angst.

A/N: I wasn’t sure if I was going to write at all but here I am. I’m new to tumblr so bare with my while I figure stuff out. Please leave feedback and to all my lovely people. This one is for you. Ps. I’m also picturing Wanda and Scarlet Witch as two separate entities.

You were bewitched quite literally, you held her as the temple on the cold mountain came apart around you, red glowing powers cradled the two of you in a protective warm hug as pieces of your lovers mistake crumbled back down. Most of it a blur but you remember her face, the anguish, the tears rolling down her face as it sunk into her as to what she had done. And then you remember a scream, you weren’t sure if it was you who screamed from the fear of death or if it was her that screamed to use every last bit of her powers to close the hell she had opened up.

That was 2 weeks ago

Turns out it was you who screamed, in your sleep that moment froze as you woke up screaming. The door right infront of you had abruptly opened with a red head making a quick bee line to sit next you you on the bed.

“It’s okay y/n, you’re okay.” her lower voiced hushed you, you couldn’t stop crying, why couldn’t you stop crying? “Detka, I’m right here, nothing is going to hurt you.” she whispered into you ears in an attempt to at least bring your crying down and it worked because your eyes snapped open as you pushed her away from you.

Holding your arms in front of you, “you did this!” you sneered at her through your blurry eyes. “You killed her!” The red flash at the moment of the temple falling over, you remember it clearly; you saw her fade. The warm fingers that held your forearms had been switched with the blackened cold ones. This wasn’t her, she is isn’t your Wanda. She isn’t Wanda at all. “I want my Wanda.” you sobbed in anger and pain. “Please, just bring her back!” you begged to the witch sitting next to you. Your sobs only got louder as the pain in your chest grew deeper and deeper.

This woman looked like her and to a certain extent was her, but Wanda was flawed not this monster. Wanda was the woman who fell to her knees to save her children, the woman who destroyed the darkhold. However the woman in front of you was a monster, a cruel monster. You went to push her off the bed, when your hands went right through her. Your hands floating through what appeared to be spirit matter. That’s when you heard her come in, nearly panting. “Oh y/n, she got here first.” there she was, the soft gleam of her big doe eyes, her straight red hair, a thick cardigan that adorned her figure. You were gawking at her, mostly in confusion. Till now you were only aware of the The witch and Wanda sharing the same body.

“W-Wanda?” Your voice quivered in confusion, you thought she was gone and if she is here then why was… you turned to look at where the scarlet witch sat but it remained empty. So you looked back at Wanda and back to the empty spot one more time, growing even more confused as before. Only this time Wanda replaced the empty spot. “I thought you died, that she took over before you closed the darkhold.” you sniffled while explaining to her, the reason of your confusion. Wanda tucked some lose hairs behind your ear and sighed

“She is me y/n” her eyes filled with concern at your state. “Don’t worry about her, she won’t hurt you… I would never hurt you.” her eyes glossed over as she remembered the same words she told their children. You cautious scooted towards her until you mustered up the courage to lay your head on her lap. A lot had happened, with WestView, Thanos and your children; a lot of damage had been done on both parts. You were grateful that she was here and maybe for the first time in months Wanda heard silence in your head. Her soft hand began to run through your hair as you finally took in your surroundings

“Where are we?” the room around you looked similar to the cabin Wanda lived in after WestView but this one was bigger, more furnished. It had some of your sketches pinned to the walls and framed photos of the two of you. You looked up at her for an answer “some place safe, just you and me.” she pressed her lips together to give you a small smile. Your hand reached up to caress her check. She knew what you wanted, mind reading or not, she knew. Wanda leaned down to meet your lips, a soft hum left your lips as you molded your lips with hers.

“What now?” you asked sighing out of content, pushing your self to sit up; hooking your legs each side of Wanda as you sat facing her. Wanda’s eyes darts over your face capturing every little details again. Her hands wrapping around the small of your waists to pull you closer. Your forehead resting on hers “We heal, together” she replies. You knew she needed you, again you can’t mind read like she does but you know, you always know what she wants.

Your lips meet yet again, with hopes to start anew. This time away from all the decisions that were made for the two of you. “We’ll be okay.” you tell her, sounding confident. Wanda nudges you to look up at her with her nose. “I love you, detka. So much.” she professes. “I love you too.” Your lips meet yet again with hers, this time kiss full of force both trying to radiate their love for one another. In the blissful silence she could hear the sound of their happy groans but also the sound of waves, of people and birds. Both women so lost in one another.

From the other room, Scarlet Witch snickered at the two of them, but mostly at the naivety of you. You love for Wanda, so utterly blinding. The witch merely had to present the Sokovian girl to you on a platter and it worked. For miles towards the oceans of this island, a familiar red barrier glimmered with its magical energy, keeping all those out who sees threatened the peace of the Maximoff witch.

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