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ily-fictional-women · 1 month

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The Monster I am

Summary: After an argument Wanda realizes she may be the monster everyone says she is.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Warnings: Arguing and mentions of blood

Word count: 1112

a/n: Surprise! Not dead! The fanfiction writer curse is just very real. Anyways here’s some hurt comfort for y’all. (Reblogs are welcome and critiques/advice are heavily encouraged, but please no translating.)

As Y/n and Wanda rode the Quinjet with the rest of the team coming back from a mission the negative energy between the two was obvious. Trying to somewhat make amends Wanda began inching her hand towards Y/n’s since she was still sitting next to her. But as soon as her hand grazed Y/n’s Y/n quickly moved her hand away not in the mood for any type of contact.

Landing at the compound Y/n was the first one to grab her duffle bag and quickly make her way back to the bedrooms with Wanda following her. It doesn’t take long before Wanda is knocking on the door pleading with Y/n her.

“Y/n, sweetheart please open the door. I just want to talk.” With no response, Wanda could feel a lump grow in her throat. She manages to slip out a joke, “Uh, you know this is my room too right?” Y/n finally opens the door but Wanda is met with a serious expression. “How are we supposed to talk Wanda? You have been getting yourself needlessly hurt to do what? Protect me?”

Wanda could feel her eyes start to brim with tears but she moved closer to Y/n anyways. “Yes Y/n! That’s all I’ve been trying to do! I love you!” Y/n presses her hands against her face in frustration, “Well then maybe you need to stop Wanda. It seems like you’re forgetting I signed up for this job too. And when you’re too focused on me you’re putting our teammates in danger!”

Wanda inches closer to Y/n again, “I can’t lose anyone else!” Wanda’s voice softens, “I’ve lost my mother, father, and brother. If I lose one more person I love I don’t know what will happen to me.” Y/n bites the inside of her cheek trying to figure out the right thing to say.

“I know that Wanda, and I understand that. But that’s also not an excuse to endanger the lives of people I care about.” Wanda lifts up a hand to caress Y/n’s cheek, but at the speed she did it Y/n flinches back. The one simple motion stopped any tears Wanda had in her and replaced them with a special mixture of hurt and anger.

“Did- did you think I was going to hit you?” Y/n stammers holding back tears of her own, “I- I don’t know.” Wanda clenches her fists trying to hold in any type of intense feelings.

“Answer. The. Question.”

“Wanda…” Y/n looks down at something but Wanda can’t be concerned with it. She screams at the top of her lungs, “Just tell me!” She hears a loud thunk. Opening her eyes Wanda first sees blood on the dresser that Y/n was standing in front of. Looking down Y/n is lying on the floor blood begins to stain the grey carpet.

Lastly looking down at her own hands Wanda notices remnant wisps of red energy circling her hands. She did this. Immediately kneeling over Y/n she pressed her hand against the wound on Y/n’s head trying to stop the bleeding. Tears started to pour from her eyes.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” her voice began to crack. “I’m sorry, please. Please don’t go. Don’t leave me. Not yet.” Someone not too far away was calling Wanda but she couldn’t bear to turn around. She just looked down at her blood-stained hands. Whoever is calling her is getting closer, maybe the world is right. Maybe she is something that needs to be contained.

The person calling her was right behind her now. “Wanda. Wanda?” As she turned around to see who it was she switched spots with Y/n. Except she wasn’t bleeding or on the floor. She was in bed, with Y/n sitting up staring at her concerned. She can feel Y/n resting a hand on her cheek wiping away a few tears.

“What was it this time?” Compared to the dream Y/n’s tone was softer, warmer, and more comforting. Trying to ground Wanda a little more Y/n began to move her hand from Wanda’s cheek grazing her arm before slipping her hand under Wanda’s shirt drawing shapes into her back with her fingertips.

Wanda sits up slightly running a hand through her hair. “We were arguing about me being overprotective of you.” Y/n looks down at Wanda’s hands as she begins playing with Y/n’s free hand avoiding any form of eye contact.

“Is that it? You were crying a lot this time. You don’t have to tell me anything of course. I just want to make sure you’re okay.” Wanda bites the inside of her cheek worried what Y/n may think.

“When we were arguing you flinched probably thinking I was going to hit you. And I lashed out because of that. I lost control of my powers and hurt you.” Wanda’s eyes begin to well up with tears again as she lets go of Y/n’s hand examining her own in slight fear. “I think I killed you.”

“Hey, look at me.” Y/n tilts Wanda’s head up meeting her eyes before gently grabbing her hands and kissing them a few times. “It was just a nightmare. Nothing else. I know you would never hurt me. You are amazing in so many ways I can’t explain.”

“You don’t think I’m overprotective?” Y/n cracks a smile, “No. I think you’re protective of me the same way you are with anyone else on our team. Maybe just a little bit more than them if we’re in a really dangerous situation. But I don’t think you’re overprotective. And even if you were I would understand why. You’ve lost a lot of people you care about. I’d never argue with you over something you feel.”

Wanda lets out a deep breath finally starting to relax. Giving her a quick forehead kiss Y/n smiles, “So, did you want to watch a few episodes of a show or something?” Wanda raises an eyebrow at her. “Isn’t it late?” Y/n shrugs, “A little but I figured you might not want to go back to sleep yet.”

Wanda cracks a small grin looking at Y/n, “Well I don’t.” Y/n quickly gets out of bed brushing herself off, “Good. You start thinking of a show then while we raid the kitchen pantry.” As Wanda gets out of bed Y/n grabs onto her hand once more and she lets out a small, “I love you.” Y/n replies back in a soft whisper, “I love you too.”

#angst with a happy ending #wanda marvel #wanda maximov #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda mcu #wanda x you #wanda maximommy #marvel imagine #marvel fancic #hurt/comfort #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff needs a hug

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randomshyperson · 1 year

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Wanda Maximoff Needs a Hug - Series Masterlist

Summary: Since joining the team, Wanda Maximoff has captured all of your attention, even if she has no idea about this. In a six-part story, you'll do your best to give her everything she needs and maybe she never thought she deserved it. Along the way, you two might end up realizing you were in love with each other the whole time.

Warnings: (+18), Friends to lovers, smut in the last few chapters, slow burn, conversations about self-love and individual worth, mentions of anxiety, past trauma, avengers being a family, canon-fix, a lot of magic. Words: Per Chapter.

A/N-> Hello, here I am with another old series found on my drive. It came from a one-shot where Reader was Asgardian, but now I'm back to writing this now with a little more depth. In the same vibe as Love Slideshow, another work where Wanda receives all the love and attention that canon never gave her. Weekly updates.

General Masterlist | AO3 | Wattpad

Chapter List

Wanda Maximoff needs a friend

Wanda Maximoff needs a therapist

Wanda Maximoff needs a family

Wanda Maximoff needs a drink

Wanda Maximoff needs love

Wanda Maximoff needs witchcraft

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #marvel imagines #wanda maximoff needs a hug

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snow-fire13 · 2 years

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Incorrect Quotes

How MOM really should have gone.

Strange, banging on the door: Wanda! Open up!

Wanda: Well, it all started when I was a kid...

Wong: No, they meant-

Y/N: Shhh.

America: Let them finish.

ScatterPatter's Incorrect Quotes Generator

#avengers x reader #incorrect marvel quotes #stephen strange x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wong x reader #america chavez x reader #multiverse of madness #scarlet witch #wanda maximoff needs a hug

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s0ftandsad · 7 months

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Another one shot!

I'm honestly so proud of what I wrote. It took me like 10 months to write and perfect it. It might be better than my Tony Stark/reader one-shot. To be fair, I did crank out my Tony Stark/Reader one shot in two days. I was also sleep deprived haha

Back on the topic of my one-shot, it's not really spicy, but spicy stuff is mentioned. It's fluff and angst with a happy ending and somewhat of a rewrite of a scene in CA: CW. If y'all decide to take a look at my one-shot, I'd LOVE to hear your thoughts. I still have a long way to go with my writing, so constructive criticism is always welcome!!

Word Count: 1,879 Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader. (I didn't use pronouns or any physical appearance descriptors. It's for anyone and everyone.)

Summary: After Lagos, Wanda is insecure and feels guilty. You comfort and reassure her.

Wanda cares a lot about what happened in Lagos and what you think of her. She confesses her feelings for you when she's not doing well.

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americanhoney913 · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/5 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, WandaVision (TV), Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness - Fandom, Hawkeye (TV 2021), Marvel 616 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clint Barton & Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton & Kate Bishop Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Laura Barton, Kate Bishop, Billy Kaplan, Tommy Shepherd Additional Tags: Wanda Maximoff Needs a Hug, Hurt Wanda Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff Needs Therapy, Clint Barton Is a Good Bro, Post-Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (Movie), Healing, Wanda Maximoff in the Multiverse of Madness Summary:

But you can’t keep the ghosts out When you’re the one Who’s the haunted house And you can’t kick the ghosts out When you’re the one Who let them in --- Elk Tour Suite Part 5, Brian Stokes Mitchell

Wanda, broken and bleeding, shakes as she rips open the fabric of reality using the last of her power. She has no idea what's on the other side but she hopes for death. Feels as if she died the moment her boys ran away from her, eyes wide in terror; they’d run to help their mother, not her… a her from another universe with a softer face and softer magic and fingertips gentle as she touches them to make sure they’re okay. Not stained black with dark magic.

Wanda, after the destruction of the Temple of Chthon, wishes for death but finds refuge instead.

#wanda maximoff #doctor strange #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #fanfic #mcu #clint barton #Kate Bishop #hawkeye #wanda maximoff needs a hug #wanda maximoff needs therapy #post multiverse of madness #wanda maximoff in the multiverse of madness

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katethewriter · 2 years

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Wandanat taking care of y/n after they get back home from a mission to robbery gone wrong at their house please 🙏

Safe Now

Pairing: WandaNat x civilian!Reader

Words: 3k~

Warnings: violence, beating, dragging, kicking, robbery gone wrong, nightmares, reader needs a hug, if I need to add any please let me know

A/N: thank you so much for the request anon! I hope I did it justice! Keep the requests coming!

Autumn leaves crunch underneath boot heels. The cool wind blows wisps of red hair around in a frenzy. Streetlamps are the only thing illuminating the ground as the pair approach their house.

Its the first time they’ve been home in days. Both Wanda and Nat had been sent off on a week long mission. They were supposed to have returned home yesterday, but a delay in the mission and a repair on the quinjet pushed the return back another day and a half.

When their quinjet touched down late into the night, the pair had considered staying at the compound for the night and returning to their home outside the city in the morning. However, they missed you. Something in the back of their heads told them they needed to go home now.

This isn’t the first time they have left you alone while they were both on mission, but coming home was different this time. They could feel it as they walked up the pathway to the front door.

Wanda reaches out to stop her wife, and her brow furrows.

“What is it?”

Something is wrong. Thats what she wants to say, but instead she just shakes her head and continues on.

They’re tired, exhausted from a long mission. That’s why they miss the early signs.

Natasha slips the key into the lock, and chills run down her back. She pushes the door open quietly and steps inside.

They expect you to be asleep, tucked away upstairs amongst a mountain of pillows. It’s the only way you can sleep when they are not home.

The first thing that hits them is the temperature. It’s just as cool indoors as it is outdoors. As they make their way into the house, everything looks as it should. From down the hall, they can see the kitchen light is still on.

“Milaya?” they call out quietly so as not to spook you.

“Lyubov?” but they get no response.

The two follow the light into the open floor plan kitchen/living room, and that’s when they see it.

The house is wrecked for lack of a better term. Broken dishes are scattered across the counters and floors. A kitchen chair is turned on its side. The sliding glass door to the backyard is shattered, glass littered everywhere. Drawers are open. The tv and all electronics really are gone.

Most importantly, you are nowhere to be found.

“Y/N?!”

They call out for you in unison and still receive no answer.

Wanda runs for the stairs, following the sound of your thoughts that get louder with every step, “Y/n?!” She takes the steps two at a time; Natasha is right behind her.

“Y/N?!” they cry out. Running into your shared bedroom, they still don’t see you. “Y/n?” The room looks just like the downstairs. Drawers are pulled open; objects are thrown about. The closet door hangs slightly open.

Wanda runs to it, “Y/n?” Throwing the door open, she reveals you curled up on the ground. Your hands and feet are tied together. A scarf is tied around your head, gagging your mouth.

When the door opens, you expect to see the people who did this to you, back to finish the job. You look up wildly and scramble away from the door the best you can. Relief washes over you when you see your wives standing in the door way.

Tears stream down your face, and you reach for them with your wrists bound together.

Wanda kneels before you, “detka! Are you ok? What happened?” She pulls the scarf away from your face, “what happened? Who did this?” Sobs erupt from your hoarse throat. She moves on to untie your hands while Natasha cuts through the binding around your ankles.

Once you’re free, you crawl into Wanda’s lap and cling to her tightly.

“You’re safe y/n; we’re here,” she wraps her arms around you, tightly cradling your body to hers. “You’re safe now,” she rocks you back and forth.

“We’ve got you,” Natasha runs her hands up and down your back. Making eye contact with Wanda, she whispers, “We need to sweep the house, make sure there’s no one left-”

“Go,” Wanda nods, “I’ve got her.”

Natasha presses a kiss to the back of your head. The last thing she wants to do is leave you right now, but Wanda is here. She has to make sure that you’re alone in the house. She also needs to call Steve. They need the team on this to find whoever is responsible. Reluctantly, she stands and exits the closet.

Wanda watches her wife pull her gun before leaving the closet, closing the door behind her. She then turns her attention back to the wife in her lap. She pulls away to take a look at you. She feels anger build in her as her eyes take in every bruise and cut that riddles your body.

“Milaya, can you look at me?” Despite her anger, she is soft as snow with you, “what happened, love?”

You shake your head as you bury yourself into Wanda’s neck.

Wanda tries to blink away tears; it hurts her to see you in pain. She feels helpless. She needs to know some details in order to help her wife. With the state you are in, communication is near impossible. Wanda has another option, but she can’t bring herself to make you live it again.

“Can you tell me, please?”

Sobs still rack your body as Wanda rocks back and forth. She knows she has no other choice.

Wanda presses a long kiss to your temple, “may I look?” She kisses your temple again to help you understand her question, "in here?"

There’s a pause. Wanda regrets she even asked, but somewhere between your cries, you manage to nod your head. Granting Wanda permission.

“Ok,” Wanda holds you a bit tighter and kisses your head, “I’m sorry.” Reluctantly, she hovers her fingers over your temple. Red wisps dance between her fingers before they sink beneath your skin.

Both of you slip into your mind to find the all too painful memory.

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Light peers in through the kitchen windows. The clock reads 9:30 am.

The smell of coffee fills the air. As you enter the kitchen to pour yourself another cup.

Aside from the birds singing outside, it’s quiet, near silent. It always is when Natasha and Wanda are away. They were supposed to be home yesterday, but they will be home today.

You’re lost in the warm thoughts of being together again when the sound of shattering glass makes you drop your mug.

Looking up, you see three men entering the house through the broken glass doors. They look just as shocked to see you as you are to see them. The only difference being the utter fear in your eyes.

It happens so fast.

All three of them rush you at once. You run, trying to reach the panic button disguised as a light switch, but you don’t make it.

One of them grabs your shoulder, while the other grips your shirt. Not giving up, you thrash in their hold, still trying to get to that switch, one of many spread throughout the house.

It was Natasha’s idea, but Wanda was onboard immediately. You hadn’t really felt they were necessary, but the look in their eyes changed your mind.

You’ve witnessed the nightmares. The ones that have Nat sitting up, sobbing in the middle of the night. The absolute worst ones. Her worst nightmare is not that her past has caught up to her. No, her worst nightmare is that her past has caught up to you.

Wanda insists. She’s making new enemies by the day since she joined the avengers. After losing her parents and her brother, she begs you to agree. “I can’t lose you,” she whispered, “please.”

So you agreed to settle their worries. The hidden points all throughout the house did in fact make you feel safer. If you’re ever in trouble, you know you can push one, and your wives will come save you immediately.

If only you could reach it.

You fight and fight, but the switch is just out of your reach.

You can tell these aren’t any enemies of your wives. Their fighting is weak and sloppy. They’re barely holding on to you, and there’s two of them against one of you.

Just because these aren’t trained fighters/assassins/secret agents, doesn’t mean they can’t still do considerable damage.

You’re reminded of this when one strikes you in the back of the head. You stop fighting then. You try to keep fighting for your wives, but your vision is going blurry and your body isn’t responding to you like it usually does.

After that, you’re not really aware of what’s going on around you. The men are yelling at you, asking questions, screaming at you and you’re not hearing any of it. The screams then mix with blows, a fist to the face, throwing you from wall to wall, and eventually a few kicks to the stomach.

By the time it’s all over, you are alone in the bottom of your closet. You remember there’s a safe button on the side of the shoe rack, but one attempt to shift closer to it erupts into deep pain everywhere.

Taking in the situation, you realize you’re tied up at the hands and feet. A scarf gagging your mouth. You’re completely alone, with no way to go get help or cry for help…

… and no idea when your wives will be home to find you.

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Suddenly, you are back on the closet floor with Wanda’s arms around you.

The thrust back into the present is violent. More violent than Wanda is used to.

Your sobs return with a new ferocity. Gripping Wanda even tighter, you try to convince yourself that it’s over. Nat and Wanda are here. You are safe.

Wanda feels a rage she has never known. Watching the memory, Wanda knows these intruders were not a part of any organization. They were just a few greedy civilians. They beat the love of her life and left her for dead. All over a couple valuables.

“I tried,” your lilting voice draws Wanda’s attention back to what’s most important, “I tried to reach the switch.”

“Sh sh sh,” the witch pulls you closer to her careful not to pull too hard. “I know, shhhh. You did the best you could detka,” she whispers in your ear, “I’m so sorry we weren’t here moya lyubov.” Tears spill down her face at the thought of what could have been. “I’m so so sorry.”

“Please don’t go again,” you scramble as close to her as possible, “please don’t leave me.”

Wanda pulls away just enough to cup your face and look into your eyes, “I am here, and I am not going anywhere ok?”

She waits for you to nod your head.

When you do, she continues, “we are here with you. You are safe. We are gonna get you taken care of. Ok?”

There’s a knock at the door, and panic seizes you again. You cling to Wanda trying to put as much distance between you and the door as possible.

“Shhhhh,” Wanda rubs your back to calm you down, “it’s just Nat, detka.”

You peak out of Wanda’s beck to see your other wife kneeling in front of you.

“Natasha?”

“I’m here, lyubov,” the widow reaches out for you, and you crawl into her arms. She holds you so gently, you forget the brutality her hands are capable of.

Wanda mentally relays what she learned from your memory. Not the whole thing, but the important details. When Nat is fully caught up, she grips you just a bit tighter, never wanting to let you go again.

“There’s no one else in the house,” Nat says more to Wanda than to you. You are so far buried into her neck, you can’t hear anything but your cries and the beating of your heart. “I called Steve,” she continues, “he’s gathering a team. They’ll be out here shortly to investigate.”

Wanda runs her fingers through your hair and makes eye contact with Nat. “She panicked when you knocked on the door. I don’t think she can take that many people right now,” she speaks directly into Natasha’s mind.

The widow nods in understanding. “Love,” she pulls away to get your attention, “can you look at me?” She wipes the tears from your face as your breathing starts to settle again. “Do you want to stay at the compound? We’ll get out of here before they get to the house. How does that sound?”

“We can have Cho check you out and get you tucked into bed before the rest of them get back,” Wanda tucks hair behind your ear, “would that be ok?”

You nod your head, knowing you don’t have a voice.

Wanda presses a long kiss to your forehead, followed by a few more, “come love.” She stands, and you whimper at the loss of contact. “I’m right here,” she reaches down to you.

Together, they help you to your feet, “neither of us are going anywhere. I promise you that.” Natasha has an arm wrapped around your waist, “do you think you can walk?”

Nodding, you take one step just fine. The next step, however, has your ankle rolling underneath you and your body crumbling to the floor in pain.

Quickly Wanda and Natasha catch you before you hit the ground. Natasha takes you into her arms as gently as she can and carries you down to the car.

Much later at night, more like very early the next morning, they finally have you tucked away between them in their bedroom in the compound.

Natasha first carried you to the med bay. Cho bandaged your wounds, wrapped your sprained ankle, and checked you for a concussion. Once you were cleared, Natasha carried you up to their bathroom where Wanda was already drawing a bath.

Now, you are clean and warm, with your wives on either side of you watching over you protectively. Sleeping with help of medication.

Wanda lies beside you; her chest acting as your pillow. Her fingers filtered through your hair that smelled of her shampoo.

Nat lies behind you. An elbow on the pillow props her head up enough for her to look down at you. A hummed melody floats from her throat to your ears quietly to keep you asleep. She traces patterns on your back careful to avoid any tender spots. Careful kisses are placed on your shoulder.

Knowing they won’t be able to sleep, they will sit in this bed and watch you sleep for however long you need them to. Neither one willing to leave this room.

They only ever use this room if they need to crash after a late night mission. Ever since the three of you moved into the house, they would much rather come home to you. You have only slept in here after one or two of Tony’s parties when everyone was a little too drunk to make it home.

Sitting up, contemplating the night’s events, Natasha can’t stop imagining what could have happened if they had stayed at the tower instead of going home to you.

“But we didn’t,” Wanda stops Natasha’s thoughts with her own.

They lock eyes, Nat counters, “she would have been like that all night.”

“But she wasn’t,” the witch stops her again. She looks down to you and strokes your cheek. “We can’t go down that path. We're here now. She's here now, and she needs us-"

As if on cue, you begin to writhe in their arms. You break out into a cold sweat, and your breathing spikes. Your face crumples as a nightmare grips your entire body.

"Shhhh, detka," they coo, "you're safe. You're ok; it's not real."

They try to gently shake you to wake you up. However, afraid that you were going to hurt yourself, they ended up just holding you still.

"Wake her up, Wanda."

The witch nods and quickly does so. Your eyes spring open as you frantically look around the room.

"Hey look at me," Wanda cups your cheek, "it's just us, detka. You're safe. We're in the compound; no one can hurt you."

"I think they're here. Are they here?" your voice croaks in between ragged breaths.

"Shhhhh," Natasha runs her hand up and down your arm, "they're not here. The team found them. They're on their way to the raft now. They will never hurt you again."

You collapse against your wives, falling into tears again. They hold you until your sobs reduce to hiccups, wishing they could take this pain from you.

Eventually the three of your breathing syncs, and you are almost calm again.

"Hold me tighter," you whisper, "please."

Of course, they oblige, burrowing as close to you as possible.

"We love you," Wanda presses a long kiss to your forehead.

Natasha echoes into your ear, "we love you so much."

For the first time tonight, a small smile graces your face, "I love you."

"You need to sleep as best you can, lyubov."

Your entire body tenses at the thought. You can't sleep. You don't want to risk reliving the nightmare again.

"I can give you a good dream," Wanda offers. Her fingers trace patterns on your arm.

Once again, you relax back into the embrace of your wives, nodding gratefully.

With a wave of her fingers, Wanda plants a memory in your subconscious. She chooses the night Natasha proposed to you and Wanda, one of the best nights of your lives.

"Sleep, neither of us are leaving."

They both kiss your head again, whispering reassurances of their love and protection.

Your eyes slip closed, and you drift off to sleep feeling safe and oh so loved.

#Kate hits 1k!#wandanat x reader #wanda x reader #natasha x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximov x reader #natasha romanov x reader #wandanat #wanda x natasha #wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff #wanda maximov x natasha romanov #reader needs a hug #fem!reader #wlw #polyamory #civilian!reader

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peterparkourstuff · 2 years

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Kidnapper: we have your son

The Avengers: We don’t have a son??

Kidnapper: He made us reevaluate our life choices and now we feel really bad, please come and pick him up

The Avengers: Oh my god you have Peter

Kidnapper: I’m going to be a painter

#peter parker #mcu textpost #spiderman #marvel mcu #irondad #ironman #peter parker needs a hug #tony stark #the avengers #clint barton #natasha marvel #thor odinson #bruce banner #the hulk #wanda maximoff #vision

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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 7 months

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Is it just me or is anyone else craving some domestic fluff rn?

I just need to be held.

#this is a cry for help #i need sleep #i need therapy #i want a hug #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #marvel fanfiction #natasha romanov #natasha x reader #writers on tumblr #help #send help #please help

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foxcantswim · 2 years

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Family Forgiveness Chapter 2 || F!Reader x Wanda Maximoff

Chapter 1 Chapter 3

I'm shocked at the responses I got from the first part so I made a second. Thank you so much. It made me so incredibly happy I can't even describe it. (This is my first Marvel related fic in a long time too so I am surprised!)

Enjoy, lovelies!

Y/N lives with America and Wanda. Wanda starts to lose control again.

Family Forgiveness Chapter 2

F!Avenger!Reader x Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch

Words: 2.7k

Warnings: Mentions of Blood, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Wanda needing a hug, America destroying a kitchen-

You stirred awake after the blinding sunlight peeked through the curtains. As much as you wanted to turn over and fall back into a deep sleep, you knew you had some business to attend to today.

You reached a hand out, seeking for your girlfriend. With a sigh, you remembered that she wouldn't be on her side of the bed today... It had been two weeks since Wanda had officially moved in and today was the first day she had to leave extremely early to visit Kamar-Taj.

A frown appeared on your face as you sat up. You had woken up a handful of times to Wanda not being there, she had been found standing on your balcony with her hands shaking by her sides - you had always been there to coax her back inside whilst pressing kisses to her fingertips as you moved. You loved having Wanda around, but the two of you still had a while to go before things seemed completely normal.

Finally, you rose from the bed to fully open the curtains before getting changed. You could hear the clanging of pots and pans coming from the kitchen in the process, you already dreaded what you would find.

"America!" you called as you left the room, "Why do I smell burning?!" slight worry filled your voice as you turned the corner towards the kitchen.

America quickly put her hands up in surrender upon seeing you, "I was just trying to make breakfast!"

"Breakfast?" you laughed, "What exactly...?"

"Cereal..." America mumbled, dropping her hands.

Shaking your head, you headed towards her, "I don't even wanna know. Just clean up once your done, okay kiddo?"

"Yeah, sure," she nodded, throwing a couple bowls in the sink. She handed you a cup, "I did, however, manage to successfully make a cup of coffee for you."

You hesitantly took it, "Mmm, thanks..." you took a cautious sip. It wasn't bad. But it wasn't great either.

"How is it?" she asked, "I tried my best to make it how you usually take it."

"It's er... It's good."

America looked at you with a suspicious look, but she shrugged and seemed to drop the situation before returning to her 'cereal'. You couldn't stop a smile from appearing on your face as you watched her. She had been extremely comfortable with you and Wanda around, Stephen and Wong even made sure to visit regularly to make sure she was doing well.

"You have that weird smile on your face again, mom," America said, nudging your shoulder.

"Ah, sorry," you cleared your throat before taking a long sip of coffee, "Just thinking about how everything seems to coming together. Feels like something bad should happen at any moment now."

It was true. The Avengers had been on the longest break of their lives, no threat had popped up to cause any alarm in a while. It was strange. The situation didn't sit well with anyone within the Avengers.

"You all deserve a break," America tried to reason, "Just enjoy what we have now. I doubt anything as bad as what we went through will happen at least."

It still hurt you to hear America mention what had happened. America always brushed it off, but you knew that she was still affected by what Wanda did all those months ago. You were just glad that her and Wanda were finally getting along.

Wanda bit her lip as a tear fell down her cheek, she folded her arms to try and bury her hands. She sat on the floor facing the corner, as far away from everyone as she could.

The people of Kamar-Taj had asked Wanda to use her powers to help rebuild a section of their sacred grounds... And of course she had to mess everything up. Everything was going perfectly well to begin with, she was in complete control of her magic. She was pushing up walls as people on the ground grabbed a couple loose bricks to help slot them into place. Things were going smoothly.

And then the whispers came. The Darkhold.

Wanda had glanced down at her hands, her eyes glowed a bright red. The memories of her hurting you and America back on Wundagore Mountain. She had destroyed the castle and every copy of the Darkhold in hopes of ridding it for good... But the dark whispers still haunted her. The things she had done were too great to forget.

Her magic had faltered, causing the huge wall to collapse and crush a student of Kamar-Taj. Wanda was quick to react to throw the debris off of the boy, but he had still obtained injuries due to the heavy bricks. Wanda had excused herself after this - running to the nearest building.

The whispers in her head were growing louder and louder, the darkness slowly consuming her mind and soul once again.

"Wanda."

A calm voice caused her to flinch. She knew who it belonged to.

"Leave. Now," her voice filled with anger. Anger aimed at herself, of course, "I can't control my magic, I don't-"

"Wanda, I'm not going to leave," Stephen sighed, approaching her, "You know Y/N would literally throw me off a cliff if she found out that I left you on your own."

She still didn't know why Stephen was even caring for her...

"I'm a monster, Stephen. I hurt yet another person. I-"

"It was an accident," he tried to reason with her as he sat down next to her to place a hand on her shoulder.

"I can't control it," she brought her hands out in front of her, still shaking, "I'm too weak, I-"

Stephen scoffed, "Says the strongest magic wielder to ever exist. Don't tell Wong I said that, he'll kill me," that earned a slight smile from Wanda... He dropped his hand from her shoulder, "You aren't weak, Wanda. You have a lot of people around you who are willing to help you get through whatever you need. Myself, Wong, America, Clea... Y/N. Hell, even some of the other Avengers said they would help in any way they can to get you back on your feet."

"I will never understand why..." she mumbled, folding her arms to hide her hands once again.

You have a good heart.

That's what you had said on the day Wanda had come to her senses.

Your hand moved up to your opposite arm, blood forming on your sleeve. You shook it off of your hand before stepping closer. Wanda had just thrown a table from other Wanda's kitchen at you, the wood slicing through your upper arm in the process.

"Are you okay?" America whispered, a panicked look on her face.

"Y-Yeah," you took a deep breath, "Just a scratch," you offered her a reassuring smile.

Well. It was more than 'just a scratch'. But now was not the time to make the girl worried.

America held out a hand to stop you from moving any closer, you were about to protest but you decided to watch the scene in front of you unfold.

Other Wanda had your Wanda's face cupped in her hand, "Know that they'll be loved."

Wanda looked away, tears streaming from her eyes. You couldn't stop yourself from letting a tear of your own fall as you watched Wanda finally realise that she would never have her children back.

That was when America decided to take you and Wanda back to your original dimension. Wanda's sad gaze still remained on the floor upon returning. You gulped before walking towards her finally, America silently worrying for your well-being in the process.

"Wanda..." you sighed, kneeling down in front of her.

"I'm sorry," she choked out, a hand coming to rest just under where she had hurt you, "Y/N, I didn't mean to-" her eyes frantically moving around, unsure as to whether she should look at the wound or in your eyes.

"It's okay," you wrapped your arms around her neck to pull her in to a comforting hug, "Nothing I can't handle." You felt her shaky hands reciprocate the hug after a few silent moments.

"I opened the Darkhold. I have to close it. No one will ever be tempted by the Darkhold again," Wanda muttered as she squeezed you tightly once more. She tried to pull away, but of course you wouldn't let her.

"W-What does that mean?" you asked, scared of what her fate might be. You pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes.

Wanda's frown never left her face, "I have to go, Y/N."

Shaking your head, "Don't you dare leave me," you glared at her, tears starting to well up once again.

"I-I have to go. I have to leave so I can never hurt anyone ever again. I-" You knew she was wanting to destroy herself alongside the Darkhold. You weren't about to sit here and let that happen.

"You won't hurt anyone again," you pulled away to grab her hands, holding them tightly within your own, "I-I'll be here to make sure of that. I'm not leaving you, Wanda. Please..."

"I have nothing left, Y/N," Wanda let out a sob, "My boys, I-"

"You have me, Wanda," you pressed a kiss to the top of her hands, "I promise. You will not hurt anyone ever again. I'll always be here for you because I..." the words got caught in your throat, unsure as to whether you should say them or not.

"Y/N?" she whispered, confused at your sudden silence. She was concerned as she looked at your face which was contorted as you got lost in your thoughts, "Are you okay-?"

"Because I love you, Wanda. If you leave, I will- I will be really angry, okay? And you don't want to see me when I'm angry," you tried to act tough in front of her, despite the tears falling down your reddened cheeks, "Don't leave. Come back home. With me."

Home.

Wanda felt her chest tighten as she continued to listen to your words, she looked down at your still connected hands.

"You... love-?"

"How could I not?" you cut her off, doing anything you could to keep her there with you.

"But, after all I did-"

"You have a good heart," you said, silencing her effectively, "You just need to learn how to use it."

"Y/N..." her voice shook, one of her hands escaped from yours to gently cup your cheek.

"We can learn together," you smiled sadly at her.

Wanda had never been more grateful to have you in her life. And she knew she would continue to be grateful.

She just wished you had told her that you loved her sooner... Perhaps it would have stopped her from causing the chaos and destruction across the multiverse to begin with.

A familiar hissing sound came from behind Wanda and Stephen, the latter turned to look.

"I got her," Wong announced as he stepped through the portal with you on his heels.

Stephen nodded before standing up, "Thanks, Wong," he sighed before looking at you, "She's all yours." He and Wong smiled sadly at you before leaving the room to give you some space.

The sad frown on your face was heavy as you quickly approached Wanda, "Wands..." you muttered as you looked down at her, you hated how small and weak she looked.

"You didn't need to come, Y/N. I-I don't need you," Wanda said, the sadness in her voice failing her.

"Whether you need me or not, I'm here," you took a seat in front of her, somehow fitting into the corner of the room, "I told you I would be here for you. Even if you push me away like you've done before, I will still do whatever I can for you." You reached out to pull her hands away from their hiding spots, "I'm guessing these are the culprit for your sadness again, hm?"

Wanda let out a shaky breath as she nodded, her eyes glowed a feint red. You could tell that she was growing angrier and angrier at herself as time went on.

"Well. I'm sure the people here at Kamar-Taj are glad that you have these powers. Rebuilding would take a lot longer without you."

"But I'm the reason they even need to rebuild in the first place!" she exclaimed.

All you did in retaliation was place a kiss on each of her fingers, "You were blinded by rage, Wanda, we've been over this. You're trying to help them get back to where they started and that's all that matters."

"I hurt someone else. Again," she gritted her teeth, her jaw clenched in sadness and rage.

"Accidents happen, Wands," you sighed as she turned her gaze away from you in frustration, "I know you're angry with yourself. But it will be okay. We've always ended up okay, you and I."

"This will happen again. I am a monster, Y/N. I-"

"You aren't a monster, Wanda. You are strong and you will get over this. Those stupid whispers and noises in your head don't control you. You control them. You know I'm here to help you control them if you need me, too. So is America. We're both proud of you."

Wanda looked back up at you, her eyes glossy, "My head... It hurts all the time," she admitted, "I-I thought I completely destroyed the Darkhold. But it keeps trying to pull me back in. I don't know what to do. It's been almost a year and I still can't-" You could tell she was starting to panic.

You quickly pulled her into a hug, Wanda's own arms didn't hesitate in coming up to wrap around you in response, "One step at a time, Wanda. Your family isn't going to turn their back on you. I love you so much." The two of you simply enjoyed each other's company as you continued to tell her that everyone would be okay. Wanda's shaky breathing was slowing down as was her fast heart-rate. "Wong said you can come home early with me to rest. America and I will make some food and we can all just take it easy for the next few days. Focus on our family... If you'd like?"

Wanda buried her face into the crook of your neck with a nod, "That sounds nice," her darkened thoughts were clouded as she held you closer, the feeling of you effectively blocked out the whispers.

The thought of just building more on her family with you eased her mind. She desperately wanted to make things right with America, too.

As if on cue, a large blue star appeared out of nowhere.

"Errr... Mom?" a concerned voice broke the two of you out of your hug. Wanda looked over her shoulder to see America stepping into the room.

"Are you okay?" you quickly asked as you stood, offering a hand to help Wanda up.

"Y-Yeah, everything is just peachy," America laughed nervously, "I just... Wanted to know, theoretically of course... If Mom's powers were able to put out fire."

"America!" you exclaimed, quickly running over to the star-shaped portal.

Another stray tear left Wanda's eye as she watched you grab America and drag her back through the portal, frantically shouting at her and questioning about where and how the fire had occurred.

Mom.

Wanda's frown turned into sad smile as she made her way over. She was ready to start giving this 'family' a proper try.

Like before, I don't know if I will make another chapter. I have a few ideas but nothing concrete so sorry! Thanks for reading!

(Don’t mind me being an idiot by making another chapter - Chapter 3)

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Chapter One - Wanda Maximoff needs a friend

You had a cold.

It was unusual, given your abilities, so it made sense that you insisted that the Avengers do not change the mission schedule because of this, and consequently made you more vulnerable on a mission that should have been easy.

The result was that you now had a cold and a bullet mark on your waist. Everyone was extremely worried, but you assured them that you were fine and that none of them needed to worry about someone literally unshakable, and this alone explained why you had a high fever all by yourself in a tower.

Well, all alone was not correct. There was another avenger, the new recruit, who was not yet on the mission list, and well, she was the one who found you stumbling around in the kitchen at dawn.

Wanda was sure that you hated her. It was a very forward first impression, of course, but she couldn't help but assume that you had some sort of problem with her by the way you behaved around her. Because of this, even though you were sick, she hesitated to approach you.

"Are you okay?"

You hum, forcing a laugh and ignoring all the pain that was spreading throughout your body like needles. "Of course. I just wanted to get something to eat." It was not your intention to be harsh, but the response made Wanda lower her gaze.

"Right." She murmured, her gaze watching your clumsy movements as you moved to get some water. "Are you sure you...?"

But her question was interrupted by your momentary loss of consciousness.

There was something else about Wanda that she hated - her powers. And you couldn't understand why, since that scarlet energy was warm and prickly on your skin and sure was more comfortable than slamming against the counter or the kitchen floor. Her magic held you upright, and suddenly there were soft hands on your face. "Y/N! Hey! sranje (shit)! You're burning up with fever." You heard her words loosely, not having the strength to resist even a little being carried to the couch in the living room.

Wanda used her powers to lay you down, and you only blinked away the fever when cold towels were placed on your head.

"Maybe you should see a doctor." She suggests clearly concerned, but you giggle.

"They wouldn't know how to treat a god."

Wanda snorts softly. "Is that what you refer to yourself as? So presumptuous." She teases, and you smile with your eyes closed, the attempt to shrug makes you whimper in pain and brings a worried expression to her. "I'll call Thor, maybe he'll..."

"I'll be fine, Wanda." You interrupt her, with difficulty, bringing a hand up to her wrist that holds the towel against your neck. "It's just a cold. I haven't caught one of those since childhood, that's probably why I'm so miserable." You explain, and Wanda gives you a small smile.

You struggle to stay conscious with the high fever, and Wanda takes advantage of these moments to call Natasha.

"She's burning up with fever, Nat. I don't know what to do, is there any medicine in this place?"

The widow sighs on the other end of the line. "Damn, I swear she is the most stubborn person I know. I think there's something in Bruce's lab, made for her. Look up her name."

"Thanks. Good luck on the mission. Come back safe." The widow smiled affectionately, saving the teasing about Wanda's gentleness for another moment before muttering her goodbyes.

Wanda gave one last check on your figure - your face covered by a wet towel as you grumbled in pain - before leaving the room. She didn't linger long in the lab, and also took some aspirin from Tony's cabinet.

But when Wanda tried to make you take the meds, you pushed her hand away.

"Oh, oh, what's that?" She rolled her eyes impatiently at your question.

"This is to ease your fever and pain. You need-"

"I'm not taking any pills." You retort seriously, and when she sees almost the panic in your eyes, Wanda hesitates.

"It's just aspirin..."

You force yourself to sit up, complaining a little. "I don't use medicine. Leave me alone to die."

She chuckles incredulously. "That's so dramatic for a god." She teases, but you pout. Wanda thinks it's unfair that you look so adorable.

"I don't need medicine." You insist. "I just need a good night's sleep and food. I'll be brand new."

But once you got back on your feet, your body failed you again. Wanda sighed in a complaint, scarlet magic working on instinct and keeping you from falling to the floor before bringing you back to the couch.

"I'll get blankets for you." She mutters to your delirious figure, before leaving the room.

When she returns, you have taken the aspirin she left on the table, and it makes her smile slightly.

"Here, dorogoy." She says as she covers you, and you blink tired eyes at her.

"That's sweet." You say, to which Wanda mumbles confusedly, "The nickname. Natasha taught me Russian, you know."

Wanda can feel her face heat up, but she manages to laugh it off. "Sorry." She murmurs, and it's your turn to look at her with confusion.

"For what?"

Wanda sighs lightly. "I shouldn't...I don't know. You and I, we're not really... close." She tries to put it into words, it's a bad job, and maybe that's why you're so indignant.

"What? What are you talking about?"

Wanda huffs impatiently, feeling her face warm up even more. "You don’t need to be nice about it, I know you're not exactly a fan of me." She blurts out then. "I understand. It took everyone a while to trust me after Ultron."

You ignore the pain to sit up straight, gesturing in denial. "Wanda, that's ridiculous. I think you're the coolest Avenger here! Excluding Nat of course, otherwise, she will break my face." You declare, and she widens her eyes in surprise.

"What...? Really?" She asks unsurely, and you give her a reassuring smile.

"Where did you get the idea that I didn't like you?"

"B-because you're always tormenting me! And you're so...direct..."

"Yeah, I'm sincere!" You retort with a laugh. "I'm sorry if I... come off as too abrupt for you. I don't have a very good social cue. War veterans don't care much for it, and Tony, well, deserves to hear some raw truths. I'll try to be sweeter with you. And well, about tormenting? You're too easy. And I do that with all my friends."

Wanda giggles nervously, twiddling her fingers. "Do you see me as a friend?"

You chuckle again, raising an eyebrow at her. "And how else would I see you?" You tease suggestively, and she feels her face warm. You chuckle at her shyness. "See, too easy."

She huffs, pushing you away gently, and grimaces apologetically at the grunt of pain you let out. But you laugh it off, assuring her that you're fine.

"Now that we've made it clear that we're friends, can you put on something for us to watch? I've been dying to invite myself over to watch sitcoms with you but you've been avoiding me..."

Wanda blushes at the attention and clears her throat. "You could have joined me whenever you wanted. I wouldn't mind...I would have enjoyed the company. Vision does that sometimes."

You grimace softly. "That nosy old can."

She chuckles confusedly. "What's your problem with Vision?"

You make a grumpy face. Adorable, Wanda would say.

"He's annoying, that's all." You say. "I don't trust machines. You wouldn't trust them either if you had been raised by one."

Wanda bites her lip hesitantly. Everything she knows about your past-all the Hydra experiments and your unusual childhood with what was once Dr. Arnim Zola - came from reports and television. You were more than Captain America or the Winter Soldier ever were. You were the Hydra's Angel of Steel. Unyielding, unstoppable, and immortal.

The last part, Wanda wasn't sure was true. Especially since you are burning up with a fever on the couch.

"Vision is not like Hydra. He's not like anyone I know really." Wanda comments, but your grimace increases and she doesn't understand why.

"Okay, I get that you and he are super friends." You sneer, and she laughs, shaking her head.

"I wouldn't say that." She mumbles suddenly half sad, looking down at her lap. "I wouldn't...I wouldn't say I have any friends."

You frown immediately. "What, but what about the Avengers?"

She chuckles humorlessly, looking at you with a certain irony. "We're co-workers, Y/N. We barely know each other, and I'm only here because I literally don't have a home country anymore. I think it's all more out of convenience, or pity."

"It's not pity." You insist by shrugging. "You're young, but you're no innocent child. No one feels sorry for someone as strong as you. It would even be disrespectful. I think everyone is kind of grateful and relieved that you fight with us and not against us."

Wanda stands thoughtfully over your words, an indecipherable expression on her face. You haven't lied, you really are sincere. She appreciates that. You shudder briefly, the fever still lingering.

"I think you need friends, Wanda." You murmur then, half drowsy. Wanda thinks it's the medication. "I would be your friend if you wanted me."

She smiles warmly. "I would love that." She murmurs, and you smile with your eyes closed. But you struggle to stay awake, and your hand searches for Wanda's on the couch.

"Keep me company. Put something on the TV, to entertain you."

"You're kind of bossy, aren't you?" She teases, and you chuckle lightly, feeling exhaustion catch up with you. But Wanda only releases your hand when she's sure you're completely asleep.

–//–

When you wake up, it is morning.

And you know that Wanda has slept on the couch next to you from the blankets and pillows. There is a sitcom paused on the living room television, and the smell of food invades your senses all at once, effectively waking you up.

"Good morning, Wanda." You greet her in a gruff tone, in a half yawn, and she would have been startled if she didn't have telepathy and couldn't feel you awake from the first second.

She turns her face away from the stove and smiles at you. "Good morning, Y/N. How are you feeling?"

You shrug, moving closer to see what she was cooking. "Better, I guess. A little sore still." You murmur, leaning over her to spy the pan. "Hmm, that looks good. And it smells wonderful." You rest your chin on her shoulder. "So does the food."

Wanda drops her spoon in shock, completely flushed, and you burst into laughter, stepping away at once to get juice from the refrigerator while muttering "too easy."

Her face remains hot for a good ten minutes. You pay no mind to it and thank her for the food when it is ready.

"I think I'll go back to sleep, my head is hurting." You comment, and Wanda nods.

"Take more meds, they help with the fever." She instructs, but you grumble. She raises an eyebrow. "Please?"

That makes you smile. "Since you asked so nicely." You tease, grabbing the medicine box her magic brought to you. Wanda twitches her nose and hesitates softly before asking.

"What's your problem with pills?" You lick your lips, taken aback by the question. She swallows dryly. "Sorry, I'm being nosy."

"No, don't worry about it." You say quickly, smiling at her. "It's just that Zola used to keep a strict pill diet with me. No real food, you know? I was a weapon, a soldier, not a person to them. I don't like the feel of swallowing pills, it reminds me of... those days."

Wanda reaches out for your wrist, stroking the skin lightly. "I'm really sorry, Y/N." She says, and you nod. She feels the need to confess something, too, and murmurs, "I don't like needles these days. Because of Hydra. Before, I couldn't wait to turn eighteen and get tattoos. But now, just the thought of piercing my skin reminds me of their tests, and I just-"

You interrupt her monologue by raising her hands to the height of your face. Her breath hitches as you kiss her palms, staring into her eyes.

"They took a lot of things from us, but we got something powerful in return." You murmur, kissing her left palm again. "I'm really sorry for all the pain they caused you, Wanda. But this here is a beautiful thing about you now."

She knows you are talking about her magic, and she feels her ears chatting fire like her cheeks. Her instinctive action is to retract her hands, but you firm your grip gently. "I don't see it as a blessing." She mutters, avoiding your eyes. "I just... hurt people."

You interlace your fingers, and Wanda swallows dryly, looking down. You don't look away from her. "Hurting others is what they taught us, but we are more than that. You need to trust that you can be more. I see that you are already."

"I'm not sure about that." She confesses in a soft snort, but you don't shy away, holding your hands together.

"It's okay, I can show you." You assure her with a soft smile. "That's what friends are for, right?"

She relishes the possibility of not being alone anymore but somehow feels that her smile is almost forced. She doesn't understand what bothers her. It's nice to have friends.

You let go of her hands suddenly, because you both hear the sound of the quinjet outside the Compound.

Offering a farewell wink, you leave the room to go rest as you promised, and Wanda is left to explain about the sketchy of a slumber party in the living room to a curious black widow that came back from a mission.

–//–

You feel better in a day or two and are annoyingly charming when you brag about your quick recovery to the team. Wanda doesn't back down and jokes around about seeing you whimpering in pain on the couch, eliciting a few laughs from the other members.

You do not mind - You are happier to see her comfortable and friendly with the rest of the team to care about the teasing.

Wanda's training is different from yours, her powers are more unstable, and she lacks confidence in using them. And since you are the stronger member to take the damage, you offer to practice together.

"That's not a good idea. I don't want to hurt you." She declares with training gloves and an unsure expression as you appear in the outer courtyard, dismissing Natasha with a nod as if the whole story has already been talked over between you two.

You chuckle indignantly. "That's quite unlikely, darling. Relax, take a deep breath, and bring it all on. I want to see how much power you hold back."

Wanda looks at Nat unsure, but the widow shrugs, nodding in encouragement and taking a few steps back to stay out of range. Good thing you guys are on the outside.

"Come on, Wanda. I trust you." You say looking into her eyes, a few feet in front of her, waiting for the impact.

She swallows dryly, trembling hands raised toward you. "That's a terrible idea." She murmurs again, though she throws a small blast against your chest. It makes you chuckle.

"It tickles." You comment smugly. "Come on, Maximoff. You can do better than that. Again."

She sighs and tries. It's bigger, but still, you don't get out of place. And to irritate her, on your next attempt, you hold the energy ball with one hand.

"You call this an attack, princess? I'm almost disappointed." Wanda knows that you are just trying to get to her, and you are succeeding because the next one is strong enough to shake the yard and make curious Avengers leave the building to watch the training.

You, however, just adjust your feet on the ground. Her power has hit you hard, and your eyes are the same color as her magic.

"Damn, that was... better." You praise with a breathless laugh, and Wanda swallows dryly, adjusting her position. You let her magic flow through your body until you are controlling it in your hand as well. "If I give it back, would it hurt you?"

"I don't think so."

"Get ready then." You ask, and she takes a deep breath, nodding in permission. You strike, returning her energy, and Wanda braces herself for pain, but it does not come. Her magic doesn't hurt her, even if it comes from you. It makes you smile. "Lovely. Are you taking notes, Nat?"

The widow, who Wanda had forgotten was present having been so wrapped up in the training, rolls her eyes slightly. She has a tablet in hand. "Of course I am, boss." Ironizes Nat, making you laugh.

"Wanda, your power doesn't hurt you. That's interesting because it could mean that it's not purely stone magic like mine or Vision's. If we get hit by our energies, we get hurt. Maybe your abilities are innate, and the stone just has awakened them. It's too early to tell, however."

Wanda shifts the weight of her feet, half uncertain of what to say. She is honestly, quite surprised that simple training provided such an important insight. Natasha whistles impressed.

"Sometimes I forget how smart you are, Y/N. It must be because you're a pain in the ass most of the time." Teases Romanoff, receiving a giggle and a middle finger.

"Fuck off! " You retort laughing before assuming a fighting stance again. "Wanda, how about you try to take me down now?"

She sighs, fists in the air. "You may be annoying, but I still don't want to hurt you." She taunts, managing to make Nat laugh and you let out a cute gasp of exclamation.

"See, Nat? She likes me." You scoff, and Wanda knows she's blushing, so she forces her magic against you, this time at your feet. You lose your balance, but only for half a second before you effectively absorb her spell. Wanda finds the scarlet color in your irises oddly attractive but pushes the thought away immediately. "No, no. Use the setting to your advantage, Maximoff. Knock me down, without bewitching me."

She sighs but looks down at the ground. Her next attack is on the ground, but just when she thinks you are going to fall, you float before using the rubble as steps and spin majestically in the air before falling in front of her, standing up.

Natasha rolls her eyes. "Show-off." She mutters, but You don't pay mind to her, giving Wanda's shoulder a gentle pat.

"Great move, Wands, but your response time is bad." You say. "I made all my way to you and you kept looking at me with that cute little face. You can't do that on the battlefield, yes?"

She blushes, but she giggles and pushes you away gently. She's not thinking about the nickname, and she's not thinking about the compliment, she's not.

She tries to fight for real after that, following your instructions and ending up out of breath with her hands on her knee after almost three hours of training.

You are sitting on the floor now, as sweaty and out of breath as she is, but with a proud smile on your face that makes her stomach churn with anxiety.

"You're a talent, Maximoff." You compliment her sincerely. "We'll make you an Avenger yet."

"I'm already part of the team." She recalls stubbornly, only to see your expression twitch adorably.

"You know my point."

"I think you're being a bit of a patronizer. Don't you agree Nat?"

The widow hums in agreement immediately, only to torment you as Wanda is doing, both of them reveling in the almost desperate expression on her face.

"What? No, I'm not!" You defend yourself indignantly until you realize it's a joke. "Ha-ha, very funny. You two are hilarious. I'm here being a good teacher and you're making fun of me."

Wanda chuckles, dismantling your whole moody posture as she helps you stand with a tug and doesn't let go of your hand, face way too close for someone with an audience.

"Thanks for the help, detka. I really appreciate it." She thanks you by looking you in the eye, and you swallow dryly, nodding stupidly. All too aware of the proximity and Nat's presence with a teasing smile for the scene.

Wanda gives you a wink, muttering something about lunch before letting you go. You barely register her words, scolding yourself for noticing how pretty she looks in her training uniform.

Stupid thoughts, honestly.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda maximoff needs a hug

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ffiamgoku · 11 months

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A Custom gifset I made for my DC/MCU crossover story "A New Team: (Done Right)" Chapter 15. NOTE: The story is not friendly to Steve Rogers or Wanda Maximoff. Story Link: A New Team (Done Right) - Chapter 1 - iamgoku - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]

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themculibrary · 2 months

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Wanda Maximoff Needs A Hug Masterlist

8 Bullets (ao3) - xocean G, 5k

Summary: She loves her brother. Her brother is dead.

A Colored Life (ao3) - KurayamiNeko wanda/darcy G, 22k

Summary: Wanda breaks apart, but someone comes along to help her back together.

both gone, neither buried (ao3) - soil_to_stars N/R, 1k

Summary: It’s strange, she thinks, for two to come into the world together yet leave it separately. For her, as half of a whole, to leave it completely empty.

found (but not for us) (ao3) - rainbowtie32 wanda/vision T, 1k

Summary: It had been only a matter of days since Vision had kissed Wanda and asked her to stay, and yet she was told it was five years. ... “Tony was your father, right?” She asked, rolling her head to the side so her cheek pressed against the cool brick.

“I- yeah- something like that,” he stuttered.

OR,

At Tony's funeral, Wanda is on the verge of a breakdown. Peter interrupts.

I have this breath and I hold it tight (ao3) - 100indecisions T, 3k

Summary: Steve finally goes to Wanda’s tiny room and taps on the doorframe, although it’s hardly necessary, with the slightly warped floorboards creaking under his feet. “Hey,” he says. “Got a minute?”

Wanda's been a little withdrawn since Steve broke everyone out of the Raft. She's had a lot to think about.

i'll always look best in your head (ao3) - ghoultown wanda/vision T, 308k

Summary: “I’ve been searching for half the day for an indication of humanity and life within myself, but there seems to not be any.” He folds his arms over his chest, defeated, “All of humanity seems so probable, so able to change and communicate and connect and live. So possible. And I just feel so...“

“Impossible?” Bruce points to the screen.

Vision follows his finger. He reads the words at the top, large and bold and simple, feeling his body lurch forward to get closer.

The Impossible Man by Wanda Maximoff.

Vision doesn't have a heart, but he could swear he feels his pulse quicken.

Wanda has begun to write a story about a man who cannot exist. Vision is searching for an explanation as to who he is. They seem to meet in the middle.

it's always have and never hold (you've begun to feel like home) (ao3) - remaininganon wanda/natasha G, 3k

Summary: And in that moment, everything clicks. She understands. Because he had taken everything from her.

My take on what was going on in Wanda's mind during the Endgame battle, plus some post-battle scenes that I desperately needed.

Lovely To Finally Meet You (ao3) - Robertdoc T, 10k

Summary: Though Agnes - Agatha Harkness - has revealed herself, she's not done messing with Wanda's mind yet. Not through mind control, but through more painful reminders of what Wanda allowed to happen in Westview, gaslighting her into believing she's exactly the kind of person who would let it happen, and offers to stay in Westview forever that Wanda can't convince herself she should turn down anymore.

Until a blast from a familiar, suddenly rebuilt object brings back a memory of what she really did right before the Hex formed, who she really tried to be even at the lowest point of her life - and who she's finally ready to introduce Agatha to now. But even that may not be enough.

Another attempt at a Wanda character study that doubles as a wish fulfillment/theory for future episodes, tries to explain the still unexplained trailer snippets left, and seeks to give Wanda a real chance to heal and remember she's not just another all powerful woman who went unstable from grief - in case the show forgets to really try in the little time left it gave itself.

More than what they did to us (ao3) - Ryan_Sky G, 5k

Summary: Don’t let a witch get on your ship, you will end up having strange nightmares and a deep conversation about your respective traumatic pasts instead of sleeping.

Or, Wanda and Rocket share a talk about being a lab rat

name one hero who was happy (ao3) - soil_to_stars N/R, 1k

Summary: She’d drawn a mountain once for school. Her name had been written in the corner. It’s gone now, lost in the fire, because whatever her name touches is already gone. Everything her name touches, burns.

People need Synthezoids (ao3) - bitchjerkwings wanda/vision N/R, 1k

Summary: a one-shot where vision comforts wanda.

She Used To Be Mine (ao3) - Anonymous T, 5k

Summary: "It's a troubling dichotomy in her mind — too dangerous to be around people, too self destructive to be in solitude."

Or — Wanda doesn't know how to be herself anymore. She doesn't know if she can be. All she knows is she can't be alone anymore.

So she calls Clint.

we keep all the hurt you never know (ao3) - Kapua T, 4k

Summary: Her upper lip curls back in a snarl, eyes gleaming wounded-animal bright as a dark wind blows around them. Everyone has been so terrified of her destroying the world for so long now. This is who they have claimed her to be all along; all she is doing is giving them exactly what they always claimed she would, and she can't deny that there is some twisted satisfaction in it.

Or: Rubble isn’t exactly a theme you want to see pop up across your lifetime, but it is perhaps the most consistent thing that Wanda has ever known.

what is grief, if not love persevering? (ao3) - hunkahulkaaburningfudge wanda/vision G, 63k

Summary: The Avengers watch their future.

A WandaVision watch-it fic.

you'll be alright, no one can hurt you now (ao3) strawberriesinmoominvalley clint/natasha T, 14k

Summary: The first day was awkward.

Dealing with ex-HYDRA kids was not Natasha’s first rodeo. She’d helped Peter - hell, she’d been brought up in the Red Room. She understood how fucked up things like that could make you. But Pietro and Wanda were different to Peter - they were avoidant to touch, checking for exits in every room they entered.

OR wanda and pietro learn they finally have a home, and are loved. the farm family gains two new members

#themculibrary #marvel #mcu #masterlists #wanda maximoff #wanda needs a hug #wanda needs a hug masterlist #angst

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softly-potter · 2 years

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Impossible

Summary: Bucky confronts Wanda about cheating.

Word Count: 396

A/N: inspired by the song ‘Impossible’ by Shontelle

“Don’t,” Bucky seethed, pulling his hand out of hers. Wanda feebly reached for him, her hands closing around nothing as he stood, his hands in his hair. “If you’re done with embarrassing me, I’m going to go.”

“B-buck, I’m sorry,” she sobbed, standing as well, reaching for him. “It meant nothing, he meant nothing.”

Bucky rounded on her, the hurt in his eyes shining. “Don't you see how that makes it worse?” He was breathing hard, fists clenched.

Wanda nodded, choking down her sobs. “I-i just missed you and I was drunk a-and he was there…” she reached for him again, her fingers gripping his wrist. “We can fix this. We can fix us.”

“You're unbelievable,” he scoffed, but she didn’t miss the way his face twisted in pain. “All we had is gone now. I could never trust you again. You broke that. You broke us.”

Wanda brushed her tears with the back of her hand, trying to make her jaw steady. Bucky looked down at her hands on his skin, gently pulling it off of him. He held her fingers, squeezed her hand for a moment, his eyes wet.

“Someone told me…years ago, when I was a soldier,” he whispered, eyes still glued to their hands. “I should take caution when it comes to love but, I thought it’d be different with you.” His head snaps up, shoulders shaking. “I loved you.”

“I-I know…i’m so sorry, Bucky.” Wanda whispered, clutching his hand like a life line. “I never meant for it to happen like this.”

He laughs humeroulsless, shakes his head sadly. “What we had is gone now. You know that.”

Wanda feels her tears fall, and doesn't bother wiping them away. “Please, just give me one more chance, Buck.”

She hated begging. Hated the way it made her sound, hated the way it made her feel, but she would beg him. She was willing to beg if it meant he’d stop looking at her like that.

Bucky wiped at his face, his cheeks pink, jaw tense. Taking a step towards her, he strained his back, looked her square in the face.

“I was happy. I was happy with you, Wanda.” He whispered, brown eyes raw with emotion. “But what I hoped I had with you?” He let out a scoff, before turning his back to her. “Impossible.”

#bucky barnes x wanda maximoff #cheating au #bucky needs a hug #writing prompts

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belong2human-kind · 1 year

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Seriously, my fave female leaders, inspirations and beloved characters have been through SO MUCH

Hera Syndulla from Rebels

Sabine Wren from Rebels

Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch)

Gamora (Guardians of the galaxy)

Shuri (Black Panter)

And my favorite character from my entire childhood Neytiri, from Avatar

Gosh, I think their struggles are the reason I identify myself so much with them. They have lost so much in so little time to recover, I wish I could give them hugs :(

#my faves #they need therapy #pls 😭😭😭#gamora #hera syndulla #sabine wren #neytiri #shuri black panther #wanda maximoff #give them a break #they need so much therapy #and hugs #multi fandoms posts

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americanhoney913 · 2 years

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Chapters: 3/5 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, WandaVision (TV), Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness - Fandom, Hawkeye (TV 2021), Marvel 616 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clint Barton & Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton & Kate Bishop Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Laura Barton, Kate Bishop, Billy Kaplan, Tommy Shepherd Additional Tags: Wanda Maximoff Needs a Hug, Hurt Wanda Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff Needs Therapy, Clint Barton Is a Good Bro, Post-Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (Movie), Healing, Wanda Maximoff in the Multiverse of Madness Summary:

“I fall asleep whispering “I am safer alone I am safer alone I am safer alone I am safer alone" […] Forgive me, memory is a rope around the neck.” -- Clementine von Radics

Wanda, after the destruction of the Temple of Chthon, wishes for death but finds refuge instead.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff needs a hug #wanda maximoff needs therapy #wanda maximoff in the multiverse of madness #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #clint barton #Kate Bishop #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #peggy carter #captain britain #mom spoilers #hawkeye #fanfic

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Something fluffy huh? Hmmm how about reader comforting her girlfriend wanda when it seems like the whole world is against her. Feel like she’d always hold wanda tight and say “no matter what you do or become, I will always be on your side”

You Are More

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

Words: 1k~

Warnings: insecure/self-deprecating thoughts, people are mean, Wanda needs a hug, if I missed any please let me know

A/N: Thank you so much for the prompt!!! I hope you like it! Also, Reader is an enhanced. She has the ability to harness and manipulate electricity.

“How is she doing?"

You've just returned from a four-day solo mission, only to learn of the incident in Lagos. You're heart breaks for your girlfriend, who you know must be tearing herself to pieces.

Since the day she joined this team, she has done everything possible to make up for and repair the damage she took part in as a Hydra participant.

... and you know this is enough to break her.

"As well as can be expected, she's barely left her room," Steve smiles sadly, "this is as much my fault as it is hers. I should have-“

You are sure to cut him off quickly, "hey, none of that. This is no one's fault… except Rumlow’s. It was an accident." You pat the super soldier on the back comfortingly. "I'm gonna go check on her," you go straight to you and your girlfriend's shared bedroom.

When you peer through the doorway, you see her.

Wanda sits defeatedly on the bed, endlessly flipping between news stations, all of them covering the bombing. Each reporter that fills the screen has worse and worse things to say about the woman you love.

You're heart breaks more at every remark. What angers you the most is that these people don't even know Wanda, not personally, not like the team does and certainly not like you do. If they actually knew her, knew where her heart and intentions lie, they wouldn't being saying these things on international television for literally everyone and Wanda to hear.

The TV goes blank as you use your powers to turn it off. You had heard more than enough.

"Don't watch that," you speak softly, walking over to the bed and sitting beside her.

Wanda can't meet your eyes. She stares at her hands sorrowfully, "turning it off won't stop them from talking about me."

Reaching out, you move her hair away from her face and stroke her cheek delicately, "they don't know you."

"They're still right," Wanda quickly swats away a tear before it can fall, "I'm a monster."

"No, you are no-"

"I am," she shakes her head. "Think about it," she prompts, "the only reason Hydra selected me, gave me these powers was to hurt people." The sokovian motions towards the TV, ",,,and now I've done just that."

Your lip trembles at the way she is talking about herself. "Do you think I am a monster?"

For the first time since you've entered the room, Wana looks at you. She's almost too shocked to answer the question, "you're the best person I know. You could never be a monster."

"I was given my powers for the exact same reason, by the exact same people," you look deep into her eyes, hoping to reach her, "if that doesn't make me a monster, then neither are you."

Wanda smiles sadly, "but you never used your powers to hurt someone-"

"But I could," you interrupt her, "all it would take is one lapse in focus. One slip and I could electrocute an entire swimming pool or start a wild fire. What if I accidentally cut the power on an aircraft midflight; would you think I was a monster then?"

The witch furrows her brow, "no, that would have been an accident."

"and so was this," you take her hands into your own, "this was an accident. You were trying to help people, and you made a mistake." You gently wipe a tear that falls down her cheek.

"Wanda, you are more, so much more, than the worst mistake you've ever made. This does not define who or what you are. Ok?"

You wait for her to nod, but it takes a while. You can practically see her mind running around trying to rewrite her self-perception and absorb your words.

There is a small shift in her demeanor, and you know you've at least partially gotten through to her. Wanda gives you a weak smile but says nothing.

"As for your powers," you shift closer to wrap her in your arms, "I know they have done some pretty amazing things." Pressing a kiss to her shoulder, you begin to explain, "your magic saved countless lives in Sokovia. It helped you stop Ultron before he destroyed the world. When I was locked away in a Hydra cell, strapped to a table as they turned me into a battery, draining me," your voice cracks at the mention of your worst memories, "you were the one who came back for me. You saved me, and a monster would never do that."

Wanda finally begins to relax into you. Her own arms raise to hold you as close as possible. “I don’t know what’s going to happen,” she whispers shakily, “some of them want to lock me in a cage.”

You pull away a bit to look into her eyes, “you know Steve would never let them.”

Her lips tremble in fear, “what if he doesn’t have a say?”

Silence fills the air.

You struggle to find what to say. Something is coming. There’s no way around that; too many people are demanding change.

There’s no way to know if any of you will have a say.

“Come here,” you scoot back on the bed until you’re leaning against the headboard. You open your arms for Wanda to crawl into.

She buries herself into while you hold her so tight that you never want to let go.

You start to run your hand through her hair to help soothe her the best you can, “I don’t know, but you know what I do know?”

Wanda looks up to you with her beautiful doe eyes, “what?”

Cupping her cheek softly, you promise, “no matter what happens, no matter what you do or become, I will always be on your side.”

#wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximov x reader #fem!reader #enhanced!reader #Wanda needs a hug #slight angst #hurt/comfort #Wanda #Wanda maximoff #Wanda maximov #MCU #k hits 1k!

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