#wanda x you enemies to lovers

[darkdemeter]

WOLF AT YOUR DOOR

The DARK DEMETER WRITING CATALOGUE, WANDA MAXIMOFF COLUMN (ONESHOT) #1 —

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Wanda Maximoff x Werewolf! GN/Female/Male Reader

A/N — I thought that this idea would be my smut ice breaker after it popped into my head when listening to some music. I have written smut before but it's been a while, especially in a form for others to read; so please excuse me if I'm a little rusty. This isn't exactly tied to anything particular regarding either Habits or Convict, but you may interpret this x reader however you wish. Have fun with the oneshot! I've tried to keep this as both descriptive and gender neutral as possible, but it may not be as on par with people who have become well accustomed to writing gn smut.

WORD COUNT — 4.2k

READER DISCRETION — Enemies to lovers trope — profanity — wounded reader, mention of scars and blood — semi dom! Wanda and sub! reader & reversal — smut 18+, minors DNI** — angry/aggressive sex — dry humping — bondage — hinted breeding kink — semi-clothed sex — fingering and mouth oral receiving (Wanda recieving) — Wanda is just a tease to reader — maybe dubious consent? (I feel like I should put this in here, just to be safe) — minor choking — talk of marking — potential grammar and punctuation errors — I think that's it?

SUMMARY — Of course this had to happen right before this mission. Wanda Maximoff had to pry inside your mind, searching for who knows what, the little witch did this to you. And now you will cash in on your promise - your one and only warning to her if she ever fucked with your mind: that you'll be a wolf at her door. Little do you know that you're a wolf walking into a trap.

‘Fucking dammit!’

You cringe to hide the snarl snaking up your throat, your palm harshly pressing into the bullet wound at your shoulder. A real fucking close call this time and all because of her. Yes, everything would have been fine had Wanda not pried into your mind, invaded the personal sanctity of your thoughts. 

But no. No, she had to just take a little peek didn’t she? And because of that, your mind was elsewhere - distracted - and your cover was blown before you could get the information you needed. In short, the mission was a complete fucking bust. Your report will undoubtedly be met by less than impressed superiors. When they brought you on, they expected the job done. 

It was your way to operate. You always got the job done successfully. Has Wanda purposely sabotaged you? Is that her goal?

You’re planning to confront her on the matter right now. You had stumbled all the way back to the compound because the car you took there was blown to pieces when you were compromised. Tony wasn’t going to be very pleased about that either. Shit, it’s like she’s trying to get everyone against you. 

‘Who does she think she is? Fucking me over like this!’

You enter the compound, the main level vacant except the night shift receptionist. She glances up at you and the sheer gasp of horror from her, you point a finger at her. “I’m fucking fine,” you snarl as you strut past her. Your hand leaves your shoulder to the large cut across your stomach. You allow a pained whimper to escape when you enter the privacy of the elevator to take you up to your chosen floor. 

Your ears ring in the deafening silence, breath fast paced and light. The wounds were of no dire measure to pay a trip to the medical ward. They only fuelled your anger towards Wanda. Ever since you first joined the team, Wanda always had a way to test your limits and push your buttons. 

It was just a common sight to see you both butting heads, whether that was during missions or at the compound. You both were always at each other, hackles raised and snarky comments. Of course, what was your conflict but a cover up to fatal attraction? That was the running theory of your fellow teammates, anyway. Never would you admit anything to them in any case. 

Wanda was a pain in your arse as much as you were a mongrel to her. 

Ah, that word: mongrel. Wanda favoured the use of that word for you. It was her name for you. The way you feel the fur beneath your skin bristle each time she calls you that is the reason why you now have to wear a shock collar. Anytime that the device would detect your body’s indicating factors of shifting, the shock would startle you and evade the transformation. 

Was it humane? No, not really. But did it give Wanda the power to only torment you further without repercussions? You fucking bet it did. 

The elevator pings and the doors open with a faint whoosh as you arrive on your floor. You immediately make your way towards her dormitory, which by incident, is temporarily yours as well. 

There was a small situation last week that left your own dormitory in such a wreck that Tony had you bunk with Wanda until he could fix and reinstate stronger materials to withstand your rage episodes. 

And you have only one person to blame for that particular incident. 

Your fist pounds on the door enough to shake it against the hinges. Your key didn’t work. She had the security chain engaged to keep you out. You can hear her inside, her voice is soft and fuck, if it didn’t aggravate you anymore than you already were it surely made something in your abdomen twitch and churn. 

‘That little–’

“Wanda!” you bark behind bared teeth, fangs pronounced in the mix of your frustration, you pound on the door again. “Open this fucking door, now!”

After a moment, and she was taking her time, you can hear the leisurely patter of her feet as she opens the door for you. She stands before you and the scent hits you. For a few seconds it disorientates you, you huff to regain control of your senses. 

“You fucking bitch,” you rasp, voice laced with your utter disdain for the woman who stood in your way; blocking your path. 

Her eyes were smirking first before the corner of her lips twitched into position. “How was the mission, mongrel?”

“A bust, thanks to you.” You growl down at her as you brush beside her to let yourself in. She closes and locks the door. 

“Why’d you do it, Wanda?” You watch her as she walks past you. When she doesn’t answer, you snatch hold of her wrist as you ask her again, tone far more venomous than before. 

“I didn’t do anything.” She pulls her wrist from your grip and continues on her merry way.

“Don’t you fucking lie to me, witch! You did it on purpose, I know you did.” You point at her accusingly, the shake in your arm causes a streak of pain to shoot through your shoulder and you yelp. You press a blood stained glove to it again, teeth clenched hard that your jaw flexes. 

Wanda holds up her hands in mock surrender. “Right, blame me, of course that’s the logical thing to do. You just can’t admit that you failed to do the job.”

That’s struck a deep nerve because you’re pulled away from your original plan to grab a glass and your whiskey and head for the shower. Instead, you engage Wanda. Your hands encircle her wrists and the entirety of your body pins her against the back of the couch. 

The aftershock of the collar is a distant sting in the heat of the moment. Wanda is close, so close against you that with a breathy intake of air, her breasts push up into your ribcage. She eyes the vibrant hue of your glowing eyes. 

Still, she silently denies she had anything to do with it. Did she do it on purpose? You have to know.

“You– you read my fucking mind, Maximoff!” you hiss your accusation, “I told you to keep your magic away from there, but no, you had to go poking around.” 

Your hands move to grip her forearms and for the first time ever, she flinches. Your breath hitches in your throat and the glow dissipates from your eyes. 

There was much more you wanted to say. But the way her body flinched beneath your iron grip, how for a sliver of a second you swear you saw the ember of fear. Did you really scare her?

But then why did she smell like that?

‘Fuck, she smells like…’

With a deep breath through your nose, you lean forward until your lips brush the shell of her ear. “Stay out of my head, Maximoff.”

‘No.’

The glow returns to your eyes and the urge to shift right there crawls beneath, it feels like your skin is on fire. The collar whirrs in warning to keep your transformation at bay, lest you need another shocking reminder.

“Wanda–”

“So you’re really going to ignore the fact you heard me moaning your name before?” You hear the challenge in her light, accented voice.

The animalistic growl in your throat ceases immediately, eyes wide and despite your dominating position, you feel like the one under her. She smirks again. “Come on, what’s wrong?” 

She arches her neck - baring it to you - as she tries to press her lips to your own ear. She whispers with a sultry purr. “Don’t you want to mark me anymore, Wolf?”

Now it was your turn to be the one that flinches. Why is she doing this?

You retract yourself swiftly as if she caused you some semblance of physical pain that made you release her. In some form, she did. That pang of arousal deep within you begins to awaken and you don’t like the smug look on her face as she sits herself up. 

She tries to act cute and innocent when she is anything but that. But her eyes compel you with the flutter of her dark lashes. Was she casting a spell on you?

You back off slowly, eyes trained on her as she takes one step forward. Then another. And another few after that. You watch her hand gingerly play with the tight knot of her short, silky bathrobe. Only now did you realise exactly how short it was on her, the hem of it grazing just above the middle of her thighs. No wonder her scent was so strong, there were barely any layers to conceal it.

She wanted this to happen.

“You know what they say about us,” she tries but you’re quick to shut it down. “There is nothing between us.” Your conviction is absolute on the matter. Even if there was a hint of attraction towards the woman in front of you, surely the others would have something to say about it; all of which would disapprove. You’d not gained a wisdom linking you to your supposed mate which gave you ample opportunity to sleep with whoever and however many you wanted. 

But you never did. You continue to stare at Wanda, unblinking with a narrowed gaze. She shakes her head. Of course, she isn’t going to take your word for it easily. No, like always, she would fight you over it. 

“But you want there to be.” She sounds so sure of herself. She is still stalking towards you. When did you become a prey and her the hunter? You give no response and this only gives her more power to do as she sees fit. 

“If it weren’t for that collar around your neck, you would have me bent over the couch right now.” You hold a hand out as you call for her to stop. She halts in her advance, head tilting to the side like a confused puppy. She flutters those lashes again and your breath feels heavy, swollen because of your conflicted arousal and confusion. 

“That is one of your fantasies, isn’t it?”

“I said stop,” you warn, slowly lowering your hand, “whatever you’re playing at right now, I want no part.” You see her lips fall open as she offers a toothy grin. “I’m just trying to understand why you fight this.”

“I’m not fighting anything,” you say quickly with a shake of your head. “No?” she purrs lowly with a quirk of her brow. Shrugging, she raises a hand up. “Then you won’t fight this.” 

The ambient glow of her magic orbits around her hand as she swipes her arm to the side. Your brows furrow and mouth falls agape, the clicking of your belt looped around your tactical pants is quick before the strap of leather is flying to the side, to some forgotten corner of the common area. 

Your eyes that bore witness to your belt coming undone fly up to meet Wanda’s, a protest on the tip of your tongue, you’re stopped short when you’re knocked back. Your arse, which you expect to get planted on the floor, is instead caught by one of the dining table’s chairs. Your arms are restrained by her magic to keep them pinned behind you.

“W-Wanda, what are you–”

She shushes you while she catches up to you, her steps slow and methodical. Her stare penetrates the darkest recess of your soul and you recoil beneath it. The pain of your wounds as they begin their process of healing are long forgotten now. You have other things to worry about, how much Wanda actually knows about you and what she intends to do with you. 

“I want you to admit it,” she hums in a low whisper that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand. She was playing on your fantasies. The fucking witch. 

“Admit what?” You force the words out through the biting of your clenched jaws.

“That there is something between us. That each time we fight it’s because we’re denying that attraction. That the wolf needs me to satiate its appetite because we both know I am the only thing that can.” 

Wanda stands between the gap of your spread legs, she swipes her hand quickly and the lapels of your coat and tactical vest are torn open by the will of her magic. You exhale sharply, a growl pulling through your teeth as you glare at Wanda between the narrowed slits of your eyes. She drinks in the sight of your bare chest before her, the way each of the muscles flex beneath the skin, the heat of your body practically rising off your skin like hot springs. The red streaks of blood from your wound peeking out just beneath the fabric of your gear.

“Wanda.” You’re panting now, anger turned into the vulnerability that was your aroused state of mind. 

That was why you never gave into those temptations. Why you dismiss that flirtatious bartender at every turn whenever she sees you in that bar, why those who have asked for your number, you give them either the number of some Chinese takeout restaurant or even one of your teammates. 

The threat of such vulnerability and intimacy was too great of a target on your back. She moves to straddle your lap, hands pressed to your exposed chest. 

“Admit it,” she says again and you snarl at her. “Never! There’s nothing to admit!” 

She giggles then and rolls her hips forward and down against your crotch. 

“F-fuck!” you stutter, your arms and chest strain forward but Wanda has you contained. Trapped. Like some common dog. A mongrel. 

“Still nothing between us?” she asks, voice laden with a soft whimper, her purpose is to make you crack; to give in and admit to everything she knows. As if lying would spurn her when she knows the truth. 

Why does she want you to admit it so badly? Because she wants to torment you, it’s so simple. 

“N-no,” you grunt only to hiss beneath your breath when she rolls her hips again, this time with more pressure. You swear you feel the pulsing of her clit against the coarse fabric of your pants. 

You do all you can to refrain from bucking your hips or else you were done for. 

“So you mean to tell me that you haven’t fantasised about…,” she trails off with a pout of her lips, feigning that innocent look of contemplation. “For fuck’s sake,” you drawl as your head falls back. 

She’s killing you. Slowly but surely she is killing you. 

She continues, “being out here in the kitchen, late at night, drinking your whiskey alone before I come out here in a short, little bathrobe…” 

‘Oh… fuck.’ 

That was a recent fantasy.

Her fingers drag down the ravine of your heated skin on show for her to then fiddle with the two threads that held her bathrobe together. “Wearing this?” You shouldn’t have looked but fucking hell, you were always the a little too curious for your own good. 

She’s tugged the knot loose and lets the silky fabric roll off her shoulders and down to her elbows. If this was all to be considered as some strange, aroused induced coincidence then that is out the window now. Because there is no fucking way she knew to pick a lingerie set in your favourite colour. 

You tilt your chin toward her only slightly and let your glowing eyes take in her form. The moment she arches her neck the slightest is when you lose it. 

You lunge your neck forward, your canines bared and at the ready to mark the junction between neck and shoulder, to litter her neck with dark bruises so she wouldn’t be able to hide them. But you’re stopped short yet again in your advance. Her magic prevents you, mere inches away. To top it all off, she chuckles. 

She’s cracked you.

You growl, the sound husky and deep in your chest. 

“Fucking– let me–” Your muscles strain and flex as you fight the barrier of her magic to no avail. She tuts you softly, moving herself slightly forward so that her arms push her breasts up to elevate her cleavage to become more pronounced. Damn her. She continues to roll her hips in a slowed motion, riding you out into your confession. 

“Shall I continue?”

“No!” The single word sends a thrilling chill down her spine. “Then admit it.”

“No,” you answer again, this time with a more levelled tone. 

Her fingers move to the fly of your pants as you let out a confused whine as she loosens them slightly. Her palm presses flush against the junction between your thighs and you moan. And that sound is the most exquisite sound Wanda has ever heard you make. For a battle-hardened wolf, wild and untamed and a proven danger to the public, nobody would suspect that you were capable of such noises. But Wanda knew. 

Her palm is small in comparison to you, and as much force as she uses now there is a level of delicacy she retains. Your resolve is crumbling quickly. You jolt forward again with your mouth ajar to mark her but she stops you and arches back. 

“Let me have you!” 

“I’ll let you have me, play out all your little fantasies with me. But I want you to indulge in mine, first. So… admit it and I’m all yours.” 

Was she fucking serious? This is her fantasy? Well, you never expected her to be into something like this. “Ah, fuck…” She hears your mumbling, any moment now you are about to surrender. 

She just needs to push that last little bit. 

“Just think about it, Wolf,” she whispers, lips dancing over yours, one of her hands placing a single finger between your lips to keep them from meeting. “I’m all yours if you just say it. Tell me what I want to hear, and you can have your little midnight snack right here. You can have me over the couch, in the shower and in your bed until the tousled sheets smell of nothing but sex.” 

Fuck, where did she learn to talk so filthy? 

“I can’t,” you say behind a heavy pant. She whines quietly in your ear as her other hand that’s palming you stops, but her hips continue to roll against that sensitive region. At this point, you’re chasing your climax right there. Who knows if she will keep to her word after she indulges in her twisted fantasy. 

You shift your eyes to watch her hand that rests between your bodies and you almost lose yourself to your high. Her hand dips beneath the lacey fabric of her lingerie, her fingers sliding over her folds and thumb rolling her clit in circles; all of which is left to the beauty of your imagination.

“Wanda, don’t test me!” Your words are a command; a warning that she doesn’t heed. “But this is a test.” Your brows furrow, confusion etched into your face. “To see if you can be broken in.”

Was that all you were to her? Something to be broken in?

She begins to make those sounds again. The same chorus of moans and pleas with your name as a choked gasp on the edge of her vocals. You overheard her masturbating when you first banged on the door to be let in. 

And she was doing it to the thought of you.

“Wanda!” you hiss, your hips finally buck up to meet the hunger of her own that roll with such fervour, you believe she was so close to getting off right there in your lap. “Y/N, oh f-fuck, Y/N!” she gasps out, “right there, just like that– oh shit!” 

“Fuck, I admit it!” 

Everything stops all at once and your chest heaves numerous times. The air is thick to your lungs and each intake makes you feel like you’re drowning more than anything. Wanda stares at you, silently, her eyes searching yours when you finally look back at her beneath that wolfish glare. How that stare made her wet in her panties every time. 

“That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” You scowl at her teasing words. The moment you feel her magic cease is when you pin her against the dining table behind her. She props herself up on her elbows, the loose fabric of her robe still clinging to her form but she was exposed in that cute lingerie set.

Like a hungry wolf, your tongue licks over your teeth and along the top of your lips. You groan as her aroused scent wafts up, the smell irresistible. 

“You’re a damn tease, you know that?” She chuckles beneath her airy breaths. “It was the only way to get you to confess.”

Your hand clasps hold of her throat. Oh, how you love the look of fear and lust on her face all at once. It was a sight only you would get to see. “And I have a million ways to ruin you,” you growl lowly, “now you’re in my fantasy, Maximoff and if you have any idea what you’ve gotten yourself into by letting the wolf at your door inside, then you know I’m always rough.”

“I’m counting on it,” she wheezes behind the firm pressure you apply to her throat. “Good. Now keep them spread, Maximoff or you’ll learn what rough is real quick.” 

She does as you say and spreads her legs open and you sink to your knees, even then given your height difference, you are at perfect level with her soaked cunt, the large, dark patch evident of how badly she wanted this all along. This whole time. 

Your clawed fingers none too gently rip the panties aside, fabric tearing from the sheer force of it. Wanda’s hands find themselves clenching fistfuls of your hair, tugging you in closer with a needy whimper of your name.

Her legs hook over your shoulders, mewling when you pepper her inner thighs with kisses and playful bites with your sharp canines, a rumble of a groan reverberating between her legs causes her to quiver. “Y/N, please!” she pleads. 

“Ooh, what’s this?” you chuckle, “don’t worry, Sweetheart, I’ll give you a taste.”

You slide a finger past her slick folds, her walls tighten around your single digit. You groan when her moan makes her pussy clench your finger tighter. “Shit, Wanda, I’ve barely done a thing yet.”

“Then do something!” she hisses and you give her that same, wolfish glare. “D-don’t look at me like– ahh!”

She is at your mercy now when you begin thrusting your finger back and forth, soon adding another two through the folds. She whines and moans, cursing your name and praising your work. When you pull your now slick covered fingers from her pussy, she tries to protest but the replacement is swift; and in her lust-ridden opinion, far better. Her eyes roll back and she lays flat on her back against the table as your tongue laps at her cunt, tip teasing the bud of nerves. You growl again and fuck, if she didn’t make the sexiest, neediest sound ever at that. You continue with what’s working at getting your little witch off. Her breath comes in short pants and her legs quiver as they move to circle around your head. Her fingers curl tighter against your roots as she chokes out, “I-I’m cum–cumming!”

You purr against the flood of her orgasm, lapping her divine juices up with your tongue. She breathes heavily for a moment in regaining her composure. You pull your head, albeit, struggling to pry her hands and legs from around you, you crash your lips against hers. The kiss is passionate, fuelled by hunger shared by both parties. Her mouth invites you and you gladly force your tongue past her parted lips, letting her taste herself on your tongue. 

You rut your hips between her still spread legs and they envelop you, encouraging the rocking motion with eagerness. “I still fucking hate that you read my mind and all,” you mumble into the kiss. 

‘Even when I say that I've also thought about carrying your pups?’

Your smirk with a coarse chuckle, dark in its intentions and your eyes glow that colour that brings Wanda to her knees. “Naughty witch, don’t test me there. Those will be my pups you're swollen with.” 

She tilts her head again but this time, you see no intent to tease in her eyes. No intent to…

“This isn’t a test.”

Fucking hell, that wolfish smirk of yours could make anyone wet at the drop of a hat. Too bad for others, because Wanda had you wrapped around her witchy, little finger that danced with magic.

Magic that just so happens to unlock the shackle around your neck. Well, the wolf at the door is now off its chain.

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[marigoldenblooms]

Unica Semper Avis - Chapter 1

Pairing: Cleric!Wanda x Fem!AvianShifter!Reader x MonsterHunter!Natasha

Prompt: Ever since you’ve come of age, you’ve never been able to stop yourself from transforming into a monster. Whenever the sky would dim with a New Moon, you’d ravage the world with a fury unknown by many. Such is the bane existence of your species. This time, however - something was different. Now, you need help. On the feeble doorstep of the so-called ‘Spirit Healer,’ you found yourself both at the mercy of a cleric, and of a monster hunter’s blade. Previous Chapter - Next Chapter

MINORS DNI - 18+

TW/General Tags: No mention of Y/N, slow burn, stranger to lovers (Wanda), enemies to lovers (Natasha), eventual smut (lord have mercy), Swearing, Fantasy violence, occasional descriptions of light body horror during transformation, slight self harm, slight restraint, angst, fluff, will add tags as they appear!

Chapter Warnings: Angst, canon-level violence, use of medieval weapons, body horror description in transformation, magic use, slight dissociation/self harm, restraint, fluff (for five seconds), R is a simp, so is W, N is not here to play, etc.

A/N: I’ve been working on this next chapter ever since the previous. Chapter two is coming along quickly as well! I want to keep a bit of a backlog for my longer fics, so updates will be as frequent as I can manage. The name established in this chapter for R will be used sparingly, but I loved what Missmonsters2 did with Between the Lines when I read it months ago, and thought it’d be pertinent until nicknames/pet names are established (and for as long as I can avoid conversation where names are necessary). 

R’s monster form brought to you by bearded vulture inspiration! Feel free to imagine your own version of avian horror to your heart’s content. Enjoy, y’all!

Word Count: 3.1k - Read Length: 11 minutes, 18 seconds. Pictures aren't mine, credit to their owners!

~~~  The healer’s home was nothing short of overwhelming. 

Multi-colored knick-knacks were strewn on every surface, perched below gatherings of drying, braided flowers which hung from the rafters. Beneath your feet, woven rugs of alternating sizes dotted the cabin’s cool wooden floors, like islands between a chilled sea of timber. The front door lead further into a sitting room, offering glimpses into a small, quaint looking kitchen, adorned with a single well-worn table and chair. Within that same place, a large pot was held still on the counter by wisps of scarlet magic, another more opaque plume coaxing a wooden spoon to stir whatever was inside. 

Paintings hung along every wall, although you could never get a full glance at one, as though they’d subtly shift and change muses whenever you’d look away. The sound of a shutting door would heighten your senses enough to break from the scenery, turning on your heels to face the home’s owner once again. She’d pry at you with a half-smile, and you’d solidify your gaze at the floor before her eyes could have the chance to meet yours. 

“What brings you to my home?” She’d question evenly, her words a pleasing rasp- smooth molasses which could easily cloud your senses if you allowed her to. You’d see her form move to the side of you in your peripheral, yet you’d remain still, your stare continuing to bore a hole into her carpet. 

Wordlessly, you’d tug at your shawled sleeve to show the back of your arm. Running along the skin’s expanse were thin ridges, pin feathers prickling beneath taut flesh. A light down speckled your skin in odd patches, consolidated mostly on your neck and shoulders for now. Your hair had begun to fleck and grow waxy and silkish, akin to dense ostrich feathers, tousled from your trek to her abode. You’d watch the ground as her shadow would shift around you, a curious tsk showcasing her intrigue.

You wouldn’t see her raised expression, eyebrows furrowed as she’d take your wrist without warning, raising it up so she could see the indentation better in the light. She’d drop your arm as soon as she’d grabbed it, falling limply to your side, and her smooth voice would threaten to carry you off again. “Fascinating..your affliction isn’t something I’ve seen recently.”

“Can you help?” You’d mumble, the few phrases coming to you sounding choked from lack of use, and you could hear the healer’s grunt at your lackluster response. You’d swallow thickly, trying to find the words to explain all that you were, but none arrived. She’d circle around you once more, and before you could flinch away, would capture your chin between her thumb and forefinger, wrenching it to make you look at her- green irises narrowing as you’d shut yours, unwilling to look her in the eye. You’d half expect her grip to be cold like the Matron’s, but her touch’s pleasant warmth was something you almost missed as she’d let go of you, the shuffle of her arms crossing heightened behind your closed eyelids. 

“I can’t help a patient I can’t trust,” She’d muse with a teasing lilt, rolling her r’s in a way that made your chest flutter. Was this another symptom of your molt? It had been a long time since you’d been with another and the thought made your heart ache, albeit not more than your bones. “Why won’t you look at me?”

The scoff that came in response to her was almost too easy, opening your eyes after directing your head to the floor again, “Because I am no threat to you.” “And why would I assume that?” She’d retort immediately, and you’d glare into the ground. Why was talking so easy for her? Why couldn’t she understand that you weren’t like her? You’d raise your arm aloft again, the skin burning now as you’d twist the plumage under your flesh for her view. The rage that had been festering in you for days unlocked a torrent of your words, finally finding purchase in your mouth- frustration evident in how each phrase was ripped from your throat. Your larynx would be useless beyond a breathing tool soon, so you better use it now. Your nails clawed at your arms, doubling into yourself, “Because you are human and I am not, healer- is that not something you’re able to understand-?!” 

“Relax for me-” she’d grit, and you’d feel your stomach plummet at her words. Something in them begged obedience, and for a second you felt as though you were back in your nightmare. You’d twitch, glance immediately circling the ceiling as something would restrain you- thin tendrils of crimson magic, keeping your arms from flaring out at your sides. As if seeing your frustration, your panic, the healer’s sorcery would calm, soothing both your body and your mind into an unnatural lull. “You’re…using-” you’d begin, yet words would evade you once again, no longer fueled by anger. There was only a different feeling- regret, and uncomfortable stone in your stomach that you shied away from, wanting to cower from its weight. You didn’t like yelling at this woman, even as she cradled you with her witchcraft. 

You’d feel her heat again, warm hands placing tentative touches to your shoulders, slowly coaxing your glance to hers. “I’m sorry,” she’d breathe, shallow as you’d feel her palms shake against you, “I didn’t want you… to hurt yourself-” Her irises, blooming with clouds of red, would drain into green as you’d feel her magic loosen around your body like unraveling ropes. You wouldn’t shy away from her this time, panting as her gaze would share her soul with you. She, too, held that stone in her gut. Perhaps she didn’t fear you. 

You’d part as her back would stiffen, adding a few feet between the two of you. “What is your name?” She’d ask, and you saw the way her head tilted since you looked at her face. Your words came easier now that you were less tense, muscles losing their rigidity, and yet you didn’t have an answer for her.  You still pried into her windows, eyes flicking across the expanse of her garden from the view you could get from her living room, but it was a start. “I met your gaze, healer..I’ve done my part, you first.”

You’d see the way her nose crinkled at your response, flecks of mirth illuminating her expression, a grin finding its place there, “Talking now, are we? I’m Wanda.” “I’m..Margo.” In truth, you hadn’t had a name in years, the few decades you’d been alive focused more on survival than memory, especially when your molts made it difficult to discern who you really were- humanoid or avian. You’d forgotten your birth name ages ago, and it was a blessing that your words left your mouth as cleanly as they did. She’d tut at your response, taking it in as satisfactory, “Sure…Margo. Would you like to sit down?” 

Wanda would guide you to her kitchen table without much fanfare, settling you on her single chair. With a focused look and a wave of her hand, however- a duplicate would reveal itself from a cloud of scarlet mist. “Your magic is red?” You’d inquire, tilting your head as you’d seen her do, “It’s a violent color. Why is that?”

“Do you really want to toe that line?” Her phrase were humorous, yet you swear a flash of indignation peppered her visage. You were not going to mess with that line, whatever she meant by that. “No, Wanda.” She smiled at that, her name seemingly pleasing in your mouth. You felt the flutter in your chest again, heart drumming a little faster against your shifting ribcage. If this was a sign of your incoming succession, then you had to finish this fast- to return before you transformed in Wanda’s house. And yet, why was the feeling almost pleasant? 

“You said you haven’t seen my ‘affliction’ in a while,” You’d recount, finding her term for your molt unremarkable. You’d offer her a glimpse of your arm again, hesitating to touch the quills beneath. It was always tender before a lunation, and you didn’t want to aggravate the transformation further, “It doesn’t normally happen so soon. In hours before the new moon, maybe- not over days.” 

“And what happens after those hours?” She’d coax your arm down with a gentle wave, seeing how your movements grew stiff as your skeleton hollowed out. You shrug, “I transform.” Wanda’s expression would sour, yet curiosity prickled underneath. Why did she look at you like that? “Can you help me? You said you're familiar with my kind.” 

“..In truth, I’ve never met someone like you,” She’d murmur, expression bashful, and if the circumstances were different you would’ve taken it as a compliment. Instead, spiked embers of dread seared in your stomach, heart beginning to thrum in your ears. She didn’t know. Could she even help you? Her voice would raise a little louder, “However, if you tell me about yourself, perhaps I could figure it out.” With a twirl of her fingers, two cups of..something floated towards the table. Her gaze was an offer, “Thirsty?”

You’d nod, your throat suddenly dry. The drink was smooth and warm, with a bite of something fresh and crisp. It was much better than your rainwater. Gulping more of it down, you notice how she’d smile at your eagerness, careful not to spill as you’d raise the cup from its saucer. “Cider,” she’d mention, motioning to her mug, “Where are you from?” “My cavern is far from here. About half a day’s walk.” Wanda’s eyebrows would raise. “Cavern? You live in a cave?” Her interest was a delight, and you wanted to keep it for as long as you could. You didn’t answer her question, instead throwing one back at her, “Why do you live far from your town?”

“Bellmoor?” Amusement would blanket Wanda’s expression, snorting as she’d shake her head, twisting in her chair so she could lean forward towards you, “Because I like my peace and quiet. I assume the same for you, Птичка?” 

“What does that mean?” You’d ask, and she’d tut again. “Now now, that can be your next question, but it’s my turn.” She’d scrunch her nose at your grumbling acquiesce, and you couldn’t help but smile with her. You liked this game. Wanda rested her hands on her table, and your eyes were caught on the shimmer of her rings as she’d speak, “Can you control your transformation?” That one was easy. “Fuckin’ wish I could...” Wanda’s brows would reach her hairline at your curse, but you wouldn’t give her time to comment as yours would stream from your maw, though it’d stop early, “No Aegypius can. What does..”

“‘Птичка’ mean?” She’d grin, rasping her knuckles on the wooden grain at each syllable, “Little bird, birdie, you have feathers underneath your skin, yes?” You’d send her a taunting look, one that she met in equal measure. You’d smile back at her, “Is that your question?” 

Wanda would balk, gotten so caught up in teasing you that her words just tumbled out with no direction. You’d see her cheeks grow pink, clearing her throat with a stuttered breath, and you swear she felt like you did when you felt that flutter. “No, it isn’t-” She’d respond smoothly, but you caught how her eyes shimmered, and you took another sip of cider. You knew why when her words made your mind double-take, “Would you like to stay with me tonight?”

You almost spit out your drink, coughing on it as you’d sputter, blush alighting your face. You felt it warm and you tried to hide it away, your flustered reaction seemingly pleasing Wanda. She certainly didn’t know what that meant to you, “I..you want me to stay with you- I’m going to molt tonight, Wanda.” 

“And if I am to help your transformation, then I must see it in person,” She’d respond, never losing her smile. It soothed you, that richness in her tone and that calm in her expression, and you’d feel a new pull in your heart. One you hated.

Your instincts wanted you to ruin her. Wanted her vulnerable as she was, to splinter her bones into shards you didn’t even have to chew. 

To take advantage of her weakness, your hunger eating you alive unless you picked her clean, consumed-

You’d swallow, a shaky breath leaving you. Wanda had blinked, and your voice acted quicker than your mind would comprehend, “I don’t want it helped, Wanda. I want it gone.” You’d feel your skin itch at that, and a cold dread filled your gut, like the Matron’s chill held you once again. Your words were a whisper. “But I don’t think my body will let me.” 

“All the more reason for you to stay. Do you have anything that helps you calm down?” She’d ask, leaning forward with a gentle lilt. Her hand would’ve come across the table, offering her palm to yours. It was calloused, warm skin juxtaposed with smooth metal, and you took it in yours gratefully. You were starting to really like her company. 

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The hours would’ve floated by you, a subtle bliss filling you as you and Wanda would’ve enjoyed the rest of your evening together. You could feel your body shift by the hour, and yet a part of you didn’t care if you were with her. You’d show her your chains, mentioning their unknown inscription and how they’d keep your form….distracted. You would be kept in the barn once the moonless night had begun, the sky within a period of tranquil dusk. She ghosted her hand across the rim of your shackles, and you were surprised they didn’t burn her like they did you. An Aegypius trait, you supposed. 

Wanda had made you stew using that pot from earlier, while you hovered in the vicinity, chopping up carrot and onion into more manageable pieces. The meal was finished after it had boiled for a long time, and it was only when you sat down to enjoy it with her that a blink of movement would catch your eye. The bay windows curved in a beautiful shape that let the last vestiges of light in, and you’d register the sight of silver metal piercing into the glass before you heard it smash. 

A figure leapt through its shattered remains, thick cloak blanketing their form to protect them from the glass. Their armor and longsword was polished beautifully, and they would be regal if it wasn’t for their war shout and barred teeth. You could see their face beneath their hood, just before the glint of their weapon as it’d slice down towards your chest. 

You’d dodge, rushing backwards until your back hit the other end of the wall. As the longsword would finish its downward arc, Wanda’s magic would cradle its blade, her hands outstretched and bent as if trying to push it up. Her voice was strangled and thin, heard between the thudding of your heartbeat in your ears, “run, Margo- go!” 

Turning to bolt, you’d hear the clatter of boots against wood as a rougher hand would grab you by the scruff of your neck. Writhing in their hold, you’d shove your elbow into the ribs of your attacker, before grabbing their hand from your nape to sink your teeth into it. “Fuck, you гриф-” The knight’s heavy breath was audible from behind your back. You’d bite harder, feeling their skin break beneath your jaw as you’d thrash, trying to cleave flesh off. They’d tear their hand from you, kicking your legs with a force that sent you barreling down. 

Your head would hit the hardwood floor, and you could hear the ringing in your ears as you’d look up, vision swimming as everything looked double. Your hooded attacker brandished their longsword with two hands above you, although it looked like they had four. Before they could stab the blade downward, Wanda’s hand would lurch out to their neck- pressing the kitchen knife into their throat as her other palm would scratch towards the knight’s eyes, the pair barreling backwards which left you an outside view that made your pupils retract into pinpricks. 

The sky was dark, illuminated with bright swaths of stars. Tears pricked at your eyes. The few treetops you saw couldn’t even reach its height, blanketing the world in an awaiting gloom. You knew the moon was out there, but you couldn’t see it. Your mind reeled, thoughts growing famished as you’d stare into its expanse. You licked your lips. The sky offered you reprieve, and who were you to deny its feast?

The wheezing pop of bone into stronger sockets would startle Wanda and her assailant into a tense standoff, your witch pinning the stranger to the floorboards while the knight tried in vain to grasp at their longsword that had been kicked many feet away. Your breath heaved with strength you hadn’t felt before, seizing as the voice that came from you was no more than a guttural hiss. Your skull would reshape, mouth widening into a curved beak, hooking into serrated edges, while your skull would become angular, bird like. Anything but human, you were no longer recognizable. Feathers would blanket the creature’s shifting musculature, tearing from roughened skin as they’d fan into shape. Its arms and legs grow as its fingers would lengthen, bat-like wings creaking before they’d be covered in plumage; ivory white on it’s neck and shoulders, cascading into darker blacks and blues elsewhere. The monster’s feathers wouldn’t remain unpigmented for long, as they’d begin to warm on its skin- sparks flying from where they touched, growing into a burnt umber. The beast would groan as its wings crashed to the floor- bipedalism was no longer an option, the force cracking the wooden boards. Horns would thunder from shaking its monstrous head, the beast’s eyes blinking into pale gold with a crimson ring surrounding them. A black line of feathers ran down the side of its face and to its gaping maw, tufted at its chin. Its feathers had heated into shades of orange, flecked with flame- while cyan speckled where its temperature had reached an apex.

Silence would still the room, the shaky inhale of breath marking the presence of living beings in it’s fray. The demon would blink again, a gnashing sound emanating from inside its cavernous beak. It’d then raise itself on its haunches, spread its twelve meter wingspan (shattering the walls in its wake), and echo a deafening, reverberating call into the night. 

The hunt had truly begun. Previous Chapter - Next Chapter

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Enemies With Benefits (1)

Jealousy

Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+

Summary: Enemies. That was what you were. She was an Avenger, you were a criminal. You should hate her, she should hate you. So why do you love the feeling of her skin pressed against yours? Moans spilling from her lips? The taste of her on your tongue?

Casual, rough sex. That was all it was supposed to be but soon feelings start to get involved. Would something so scandalous be able to last?

Warnings/Tags: Smut 18+ MDNI, Strap on, Oral sex, Fingering, Jealousy, Nightclub, Enemies, Rough sex, Dirty talk, Grinding

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Chapter 1- Jealousy- 1.9k words

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Green eyes met yours from across the room, jealousy and anger swirling around in them as she stared daggers at you. A smirk grew on your face at her annoyed state as you stared back at her, your body moving in time with the music while the woman in your arms pushed her body back into you. The curve of her ass was flush against your front, heavy breaths escaping the both of you as you danced on the floor. Your head lowered to kiss along her neck, a moan escaping her throat that was drowned out by the blaring music.

“Fuck,” she said as your hands trailed across her body, gliding across her short dress until it met her exposed thighs. Your eyes never left the brunette on the other side of the room while you whispered dirty words into the blonde's ear, her head tilting back to rest against your shoulder. A sultry smirk was on her face as your lips ghosted over hers, your breaths mingling, a bead of sweat dripping down your neck.

Reluctantly, your gaze moved to the blonde, her eyes filled with lust as she glanced down at your lips before flickering back to your eyes. You mirrored her movement, looking at her plump lips, her tongue licking her bottom lip to wet it before it was trapped between her teeth and also had a quick look down at her chest, your position giving you a perfect view down her dress as she peered up at you.

Your hands moved to her hips, guiding her body so her front was flush against yours. You moved your hips in time with the music, hers swaying with yours as her arms wrapped around the back of your neck, her mouth moving to kiss along the hot skin. Your eyes then went back to the brunette, her now dancing with a tall man, her head tilted as she peered up at him. You almost chuckled at the action, knowing she learnt from Nat on how to seduce a man and lower his guard.

The black dress that clung to her body matched the smokey eye shadow she wore, the black contrasting the mesmerising green in her eyes and making them pop. You saw how she fluttered her eyelashes at him, his hands lowering down her body till they rested on her hips. Her hands then went to his shoulders, mouth moving to whisper in his ear while her eyes flickered over to you.

Her nails dug into your shoulders as you hovered above her, your hips pounding into her while your eyes watched her breasts bouncing with each powerful thrust. The strap was hitting all of the right spots deep inside her, her back arching and giving you the perfect access to the chest you were just admiring. Your teeth teasingly scraped over the sensitive flesh before your tongue licked around her nipple, your mouth soon taking her breast into your mouth. Her hands quickly moved to your hair, holding your head there as her hips moved in time with yours, moans pouring out of her mouth.

“Oh shit,” she groaned when you pulled back from her chest to kneel, lifting her legs up over your shoulders so the toy went even deeper into her. “Fuck Y/n,” your hips drilled into her, once of your hands moving to circle her clit while the other held onto the thigh that was trapped between your body and hers. You were forever grateful at how flexible she was, the angle easier for you to hit her sweet spots.

“Don’t you fucking dare stop,” her tone desperate and demanding making you smirk. You were tempted to ignore her words, slow your thrusts down and have her begging you to move but gave in and continued to pump the toy into her. “I’m gonna-” you cut her off with a bruising kiss, muffling the scream that erupted from the back of her throat as pleasure shuddered through her body once again.

A low groan escaped you as the memory faded, your eyes focusing on your surroundings to see the red tendrils dissipate around her fingers. The blonde smirked against your skin, thinking she was the reason for your affected state.

The brunette refused to look at you, her hands moving down the man's body until they reached his back pockets, slipping out the usb hidden in there and slipping it down her bra without him noticing. You waited for her to make the next move and continued to dance with the random woman as she chose what to do next. When you saw her leaving the man, his turning to find another woman instead of following, you quickly apologised to the blonde and followed the brunette. Your hand gripped her arm as she tried to walk away, pulling her body towards yours so her back was flush against your front.

“Where are you going my little witch?” you husked out at the shell of her ear, hands wrapping around her middle and moving her hips with yours. You hear the small groan come from her at your actions and grinned as you placed a hot, open-mouthed kiss at the base of her neck.

“I’m trying to work,” she rasped out back, leaning her head back to look at your face, her eyes naturally drifting to your lips and remembering the wonders your mouth can do.

“So boring,” your hand moving up her body till it rested on her throat for a moment before returning to her waist, “All work and no play?” your breath hot against her cheek as your mouth lowered till it hovered over hers.

Wanda answered your question by turning in your arms and crashing her lips to yours. Her hands roughly tugged your head down, hers tilting to deepen the kiss. You groaned at the intensity of it, your mind clouding with her. She pulled away with darkened eyes and a sultry smirk, her hand reaching out to grab yours as she pulled you through the club before pushing you into a random room.

Your back hit the wall, her mouth never leaving yours as her tongue explored your mouth. You heard the sound of the door locking, red tendrils fading around the handle as she continued to press you into the storage room wall. Your hand trailed down her back, squeezing her ass and pulling her closer to you before flipping the two of you around so she was pinned instead. Your mouth opened to say something but she placed her finger against them to shush you.

“Knees, now.” Her tone was one you wouldn't dare go against, not that you were going to anyway, and swiftly dropped to your knees. Her hands pushed your shoulders as you kneeled before her, looking up with a mischievous look as your hands rested on her thighs. “Don’t tease,” she rasped out, her hands tugging at your hair to make sure you were listening to her.

“So demanding,” you teased, quickly hiking her dress up to expose her soaked panties. “So wet,” you wasted no time in moving her underwear to the side and licking a stripe up her core, a loud moan escaping her. She pushed your head into her making you moan against her clit as you took it into your mouth.

“Fuck,” she sighed out, leaning her head back to rest against the wall. Your tongue was licking against her clit, your fingers running through her folds and gathering her wetness. A guttural groan left her when you thrusted a finger into her, her grip tightening on your locks as you smirked against her core.

“You looked so jealous on the dance floor,” you taunted, fingers curling against her g-spot making her hips buck forwards.

“I was not-Shit,” a choked moan escaped her when you swirled your tongue around her clit just the way she liked it. “I was not jealous,” she managed out, her eyes looking down at you with a dangerous look.

“So you wouldn't mind if I went back to the blonde?” you mused, pulling away from her clit for a moment to look at her. You held her gaze as you added another finger, watching how her mouth parted in a breathy sigh and eyes rolled back slightly. “Took her back to my place, fucked her with my mouth, fingers, cock,” she snapped at your last words, tugging your head back up to her mouth. Your mouths clashed, tongues fighting for dominance. You soon won when you moved your thumb to brush her clit, a moan taking her by surprise allowing you to control the kiss.

When air was necessary, you pulled back and moved to kiss along her neck. You could feel the groan she tried to stifle when you licked up the column of her throat, her eyes rolling at the feel of a smirk on her skin.

“Fuck her all you want,” she spat out, hands pulling you away from her neck. “We both know she’ll never make you feel how I can, make you come as hard as I can.” You just looked at her with a smug look to taunt her before moving to whisper in her ear. Your free hand moved to her chest, groping her breasts through her dress.

“Just admit you’re jealous, my little witch,” you husk out, making her groan in annoyance. You pump your fingers into her faster, making her whine pathetically as she buries her face against your collarbone.

“God, I hate you,” she whispers, her walls clenching around you and hips bucking signalling she was close.

“You can hate me all you want,” your voice low at the shell of her ear, “But you can’t say you don’t love how I make you feel, how I make you come so hard around my fingers.” As if on cue, her body tensed as her orgasm crashed over her. She muffling her mouth by biting on the fabric on your jacket to stop others hearing the scream that left her throat. You slowed her movements, letting her hips move along your fingers to ride out the aftershocks and soon pulled out.

Staring directly into her eyes, you raised your fingers that were covered in her cum to your mouth, sliding them in and moaning at the taste of her. She watched how your cheeks hollowed slightly and groaned quietly before pulling her dress down.

“Delicious,” you mutter while pulling the digits out of your mouth, her cheeks flushing at your sultry voice. You moved forwards to kiss her again but a hand on your chest stopped you in your tracks.

“I don’t have time for another round,” she whispers, pushing you back so she could walk past you.

“Scared your work friends will find you coming in my mouth?” your hands grasped hers, stopping her from opening the door. “I wonder what they’d think, hmm?” your mouth moved back to her neck, your hands gliding across her torso and down till her lower abdomen, “Fucking one of the bad guys, so scandalous.”

“That’s why they won’t find out,” she grits out, pulling away from you and opening the door, leaving you all alone in the room. You just chuckled to yourself, fixing your hair and clothes before pulling the usb you slipped out of her bra out of your pocket and twirling it between your fingers.

“See you soon, my little witch.”

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Freaky Friday ||18+||

Pairing/s: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader, Wandanat x Fem!Reader

Warnings/Genre: ||MINORS DNI|| explicit language, attempt at humor, penis, smut, threesome, sex pollen, and penis

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: I got busy and still be until next month. I still lurk on tumblr and read stuff but my focus isn't on it so I can't exactly post very often. I have an upcoming exam this week so I'll just leave it here. Thank you for checking this out and happy reading! (Also, I don't know how to feel about this one andddd happy 200+ followers to me! I can't thank you enough so y'all need a head? Kidding, but srsly, thank you sm!)

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"This is boring, Wanda." You mindlessly flip through the channels as your best friend sits on the floor, reading some kind of voodoo book she got from that Strange guy in relation to her powers. It was part of her training to gain knowledge and control of her ability. Wanda just rolled her eyes while her focus remained on the book.

"I specifically told you that I'd be studying in my room and nothing more. Why don't you go out and bother someone else? You're distracting me. " She sighed and rubbed her fingers on her temple. The texts are giving her headaches, and your constant whining adds to them.

"There's no one to bother because they're not yet home. Steve doing some grandpa shit wherever he is, Sam and Bucky doing god knows what but they're not here, Pietro got a date with Monica, Banner would hulk out if I broke his equipment again, and Tony is spoiling Peter somewhere, and - " You ranted off and Wanda could only use her powers to slam the pillow on your face.

"What the hell, Wanda?" She closed the book and turned to face your annoying ass.

"What the hell, Y/n?"  Wanda mockingly counters back. "Why don't you go and bother your favorite person then? I have to practice my magic here, Y/n."

"Who? You're my favorite person." Your face scrunched in genuine confusion, and Wanda couldn't help the blush becoming prominent on her face. 

"Aside from me, you idiot. I'm talking about Natas- " You defensively sat up straighter at the mention of the name. 

"Woah, woah. Hold your tits, Maximoff. Why would she be my other favorite person aside from you? She hates me! And I don't even like her!" Wanda just raised her eyebrows in amusement. Your loud thoughts of each other, as well as the longing glances you throw when you believe the other is not looking, beg to differ.

"When are you gonna stop denying your obvious boner to each other? Honestly, it's getting annoying at this point. I've shipped you two since- " This time you jumped off of the couch and started pacing around the table.

"I'm gonna stop you right there, Maximoff. Have you seen her? She had done nothing but constantly aggravate me and make my life miserable! I swear if she- " Wanda couldn't help the few tears that escaped as she laughed so hard at the scene before her. She loves teasing and riling you up whenever she's bringing up the redhead in the conversation.

"Okay, geez. You have to relax. I was just kidding. I know how much you supposedly hate each other." Wanda calmed down from laughing too hard and wiped her eyes. She just shook her head at you and opened the book to continue where she left off.

"It's the truth!" You slumped back down on the couch and groaned. Even when Natasha is not here, she always manages to give you a headache.

"If you say so. Now, are you up to be my guinea pig? Because I'll kick you out if you start whining again. At least you could help me while you're here. " You nod and agree eagerly just to whisk away the thoughts of the redhead that are starting to consume you. You do not fear Wanda's powers, unlike the others, because you trust your best friend with your whole life. Thus, this became the reason why you two were inseparable; you know you've got each other's back.

Also, you're not afraid of anything because you're somewhat immortal. If you die, you just come back again from whatever horrible, or even the silliest, reason you died. You learned you're different when you died for the first time in a car accident. It freaked your whole family out, and Nick Fury had to step in from the hospital where you miraculously resurrected. The journey of becoming his precious agent started there, until you became an avenger.

During the first few months of being Natasha's teammate, you tolerated each other, and you even befriended the redhead. It all changed when you first died on a mission in front of her to save her and the children. She wasn't aware of your special ability, so imagine her surprise when you came back the next day and greeted the team like you hadn't just died. You apologized of course but Natasha was furious, and that started the day when you two would just constantly be in each other's throat.

"Never ever try to save my life, again." You think she's being ridiculous. Of course, you'll give your life for your teammates, especially those who were very dear to you. What else could this gift- or curse- be of use if you don't try to save everyone? Even though your ability is still a mystery, you strive to use it in the way you believe is fitting. However, it does not imply that you are reckless, despite Natasha's daily assertions to the contrary. You are simply unlucky in those situations because of your desire to protect everyone.

"So, are you feeling anything?" It's been two hours since Wanda starts practicing spells on you and nothing special yet to happen. 

"Uh, sleepy. You sure you read those correctly?" You yawned to emphasize your point, and Wanda couldn't help but yawn, too. Her eyelids were drooping in tiredness, so she decided she was done for the day.

"I think? Well, nothing happened so there's no win or lose here. I wanna take a nap." She stretches before making her way on the bed. "You coming?" 

"Of course, wouldn't miss to cuddle with you." You joined over to her side and spooned her smaller frame. Another reason why she loves being beside you because you give the best warm cuddles in her opinion. The two of you ended up napping the whole afternoon.

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"Y/n... Y/n... Wake up." You feel someone shaking you and you just groaned in response.

"You have to scoot over. Something's poking me." Wanda mumbles sleepily but still shakes you a bit stronger because the thing is starting to bother her. When you just grumbled, she turned to face you and covered your mouth and nose. You jolted awake at the sudden lack of air and confusedly sat up. 

"Why are you trying to kill me?" When you sat up, an obvious tent was formed in the crotch area of your sweatpants. Wanda just curiously stared at it.

"Did you wear your special toy or something?"

"What?" You followed her line of sight and were even more confused. You don't remember wearing anything because you had no plans, or whatever.

"I didn't- What the hell?" It shook you to the core when you peeped inside. There's no toy, only the real deal. You have a penis. YOU HAVE A PENIS?!

"Wanda! What is this?" You shrieked and Wanda has to peek what you saw. Her eyes widen comically and before she could muster a word, you sprinted to the nearby bathroom. 

You pulled your sweatpants down and it sprung proudly. You hissed when the cold air hit and it stiffened even more. It's huge and very real. You thought you must be dreaming, but when you pinched your arm, it was still there.

"Y/n, you okay in there? I'm coming in." You're head is all over the place so you come to pay no mind to Wanda coming in to see you.

"What the hell is this? How the fuck did this happen?!" You faced Wanda and the poor girl was met with your additional appendage situated very proudly between your thighs.

"Woah, that's- uhm, uh. I can't. I have no clue and I got no words." You feel no shame at that moment because you're freaking out.

"Did you just give me a penis? Get this thing off!" You hysterically said and Wanda did not hesitate to approach and give your shoulder a light squeeze.

"Okay, first of all, calm down. We'll figure this large- uhm I mean this huge- uh problem. Take deep breaths with me. 1... 2... 3... " You followed the brunette and slowly, you calmed down. 

"Is this thing permanent? Is it ever going away? " You couldn't stop the questions running through your mind, and Wanda hadn't had the slightest clue.

"Honestly? I have no idea. Let me check the book real quick. Wait here. " It's absurd that she thinks you're going anywhere with your pants down and this thing on you. You could only put your head down with your hands on your face on the counter. It's stressing you out, and why does this thing hurt?

"You want the good or bad news first?" Wanda came back with the book on her hand. Seeing your defeated face, she chooses the good news first. "Good news it is. Well, it's not permanent. It's gonna go away eventually." You sighed in relief. You raised your brow urging her to continue what the bad news was.

"The bad news is... it didn't indicate for how long." You take a deep breath and another whip of cold air hits. You lightly hiss when it twitches. Wanda notices your pained expression.

"You okay? I'm really sorry- "

"It's okay, Wands. I just freaked out. I'm not mad or anything. Its just... hurts. And I don't know why it won't go down!" You frustratingly huff. Wanda has to bite back a giggle.

"You think I know how it's supposed to work? Perhaps we should ask for someone's help... " She wiggles her brows suggestively, and you instinctively know what she's up to.

"Absolutely not. I'm just gonna go... jerk or something to make it go away. I'm going back to my room. Not a word to anyone." You start pulling your sweatpants up and walk to the door. Wanda tries to open her mouth and suggest another thing but you already made your way outside.

"If you need anything, don't hesitate to call me, okay?" You could only nod defeatedly.

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All throughout the dinner, you were silent. Natasha is perplexed because usually when she opens her mouth, you already have something to snark about. She couldn't help but feel concerned when you didn't merely cast a glance at her or everyone at all. Wanda's concerned look being thrown at your way didn't alleviate the worry rising up.

"Something happened, Y/n? You're unusually quite. Natasha here looks like a kicked puppy because you won't pay attention to her." Tony playfully asks, but you know he means well. Wanda elbowed you lightly to get your attention.

"Huh? Oh, nothing." You continued poking the food with your fork.

"Trouble in paradise, sis?" Pietro teasingly says and the others starts to giggle while the three of you, Wanda and Natasha just merely frowned.

"We're not- "

"It isn't- "

You and Wanda spoke at the same time, and Natasha couldn't help but feel jealous of your closeness. She starts to get up from her seat.

"Well, I hope everything's fine because I don't want both of you to get distracted on the mission tomorrow." She missed the shared knowing look between you and Wanda as she left the room.

"We have a mission tomorrow?"

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"Can I have your jacket, please?" You whisper beside Wanda. The mission has been successful, and all of you are going home safe. Well, except for the fact that you were exposed to an unknown gas in there. There hasn't been any drastic effect, and you're immortal, so you just shrugged it off. 

And out of all the places to get an unwanted boner, it proudly made its presence known. You have your legs crossed and your hands over your crotch, and Wanda sees this.

"Are you okay? Do we need to check you for any side effects? " She reaches for her jacket and puts it over your lap. You're sweating profusely and your stomach coils unpleasantly.

"I- I think so. I feel very weird... " Natasha watches you both in the corner and has to bite back the ugly feeling at the back of her mind.

You were quickly put in the med bay for a check up, only to have them diagnose you that you had been exposed to a sex pollen type of gas. When your teammates suggestively tell you to hook up with someone, you just flip them off and go back to your room alone. You shut your door and failed to notice Wanda and Natasha following you. They were at your door at the same time, and they looked at each other. Clearly, both of them wanted to help you in any way they could.

"Wanda, I- " Natasha doesn't know what to say, and she feels like she has just overstepped some boundaries. After all, she thinks you and the brunette are together.

"Nat, I have something to tell you. It's really important." Natasha closed her mouth to listen as Wanda's voice held some urgency to it. "I made a mistake and I think it's greatly affecting Y/n."

"What did you do?" She stood up straighter and her stance made Wanda cower a little.

"So yesterday we were practicing spells- "

"Just get straight to the point Wanda. Y/n's hurting in there." 

"Iaccidentlyattachedapenistoher." Wanda says in one breath. She promised not to tell anyone but she can't help but feel responsible and your loud thoughts of being in pain adds to her guilt.

"Say it again?" It was too fast to understand but she gets the gist of it. She just wanted to make sure if she heard it right.

"I said, I accidently attached a penis to her." Wanda says in a hushed and hurried tone. Her face blushed in confession, whether it was from the embarrassment or something else.

"Oh... " 

"Yeah, so we need to help her. She's grunting in pain in the bathroom, Nat. I have to unlock this door because she's not in the right headspace." Natasha just simply nodded and let the girl do her work.

The cold water did nothing to alleviate the pain and hotness you currently feel. You grip your cock and try to relieve yourself, but it's painfully hard and you're crying to get some relief. A dark thought crossed your mind. But before you could materialized it, your bathroom door burst open and you were too shock to cover yourself.

"Whatever you're thinking, Y/n, please don't. We're here to help you." Natasha and Wanda stood in front of you, and slowly, they approached you. Natasha grabs the nearby towel while Wanda turns your shower off. Your brain is too puddled with arousal, so you let them dry you off and lead you to the bed.

"What are you two doing?" You look at them with wide eyes and your cheeks are slightly puffy. 

"We're here to help, detka. It's going to be fine." You couldn't help but lean in to Natasha's touch as she caressed your face while Wanda starts slowly undressing herself.

"I- You don't have to do this... " You reluctantly looked at the two but Natasha held your gaze. 

"I want to kiss you. Is that okay?" You whimpered in response and uttered a soft yes before her lips surged forward to meet yours. Her lips are inexplicably soft and tasted sweet. Your hand went at the back of her head and pulled her closer in a bruising kiss. Wanda moaned loudly at the sight and situated herself on your side as she finished undressing herself. When air became an issue, you both drew back to catch your breath, and Wanda softly pulled your face to hers and whispered on your lips.

"I've been meaning to do this for a long time." Your heart soared at the confession and let her devour you with her intoxicating mouth. Natasha undresses and slowly wraps her hand around your painfully erect member. Wanda detaches her lips from yours but quickly latches onto your neck as you gasped. Everything feels too much, but at the same time, you need more.

"P-please... I need you. Both of you." Tears escaped your eyes and Natasha wiped them gently with her other hand while the other pumps you in a delicious pace.

"Anything you want, milaya." Wanda's hand gently pushed you until your back hit the mattress. She didn't waste anymore time on latching and sucking your breast and you tangled your hand through her soft locks.

"O-ohh... " Natasha took your length into her mouth and she starts bobbing her head up and down. You nearly cum at the sight of your cock disappearing into her mouth. She struggles and gags for a bit due to its size. Something switched inside of you and you forcibly detached yourself from both of them and got up. They looked at you confused, but you simply pulled Natasha to her back before climbing on top of her.

You pry her legs open and she just lets you, picking up on what you're about to do. Wanda bit her lip in anticipation as she watched you align your cock for Natasha's entrance.

"Wanda, baby. Go and sit on Natasha's face facing me." She eagerly followed your instruction and adjusted herself on top of Natasha's face. The redhead moaned loudly at the sight of Wanda's dripping cunt and wrapped her arms around the girl's torso. She tugged Wanda down to her awaiting tongue and lapped her vigorously. Wanda moans and proceeds to play Natasha's erect nipples.

Natasha's mouth gaped open when you bottomed her out with one swift motion. You don't want anymore teasing as the coil in your core becomes unbearable. You let her adjust to the size for a moment before slamming back harder and faster with each thrust. Various moans and grunts echoed all throughout the room.

"Fuck, both of you are perfect. S-so good..." You kissed Wanda and swallowed her moans as you fuck into Natasha at a rough pace. 

"I-I'm so close... please. Can I c-cum?" Wanda practically begged, and Natasha suckled her clit very hard. The girl let out a cry as you finally gave her permission to let herself go. She separates herself from the redhead and proceeds to lie down next to her to catch her breath as she finishes. You lifted Natasha slightly with your arm beneath her torso as you rutted into her at a much deeper angle. She must be close because of the way her walls cinch around your cock. You feel your own impending release and Natasha's legs locked around your hips. 

"B-baby, I'm gonna cum. I have to- " You wanted to tell her you wanted to pull out but she only held you closer. Damn her strong thighs.

"C-cum with me, milaya." You both cried out each other's names as both of you came at the same time. She only released you when you finally spurted your remaining seed into her. You planted a kiss on her neck as she closed her eyes, and then you moved slightly towards Wanda, who's still in a daze. You feel your cock harden again as another desire burns brightly within you.

"Baby, on your stomach please." You flipped her over and placed a pillow under her stomach. Her knees were spread lightly as you toyed with her drenched pussy. You teased her entrance with your cock and she let out small whimpers that you have come to love and crave. You slowly enter her when she gave you permission that it's okay and you're rewarded with a contented moan. 

"Oh fuck... Such a pretty g-girl." Your pace is much slower, but you maintained the same intensity as before. Your hands grip her hips tightly, making sure to leave a mark behind. When she finally recovered from the intense orgasm you just gave her, Natasha snaked her hand through Wanda's hair and pulled it back a bit harder to face her. Wanda audibly moans loudly at this, making you smirk to learn this side of her. Natasha connected her lips with Wanda's and they both devoured each other. That turned you on more than before.

You hugged Wanda from behind, your nipples brushing against her back as you desperately thrust into her with vigor. Your hands clasped around her mounds while Natasha's fingers found Wanda's clit and played with it. Wanda cries out that she's close, and she visibly tenses as her walls tighten around you. You whispered praises into her ear and, with one final hard thrust, you released your own load inside of her. Her mouth shapes into an 'o' as she cums around your cock. She slumps as she finishes, and you just stilled there for a few seconds before pulling out and laying between them.

They positioned themselves on your side and you pulled them under your arms. You kissed both the tops of their heads, humming contently as they relaxed in your hold. 

"Feeling better, milaya?" Natasha sweetly asks. You still can't wrap this situation in your head as you dazedly look towards the ceiling. 

"Better? I feel great, Natty. This isn't just a fever dream, right?" Wanda lightly giggles and places a chaste kiss on your cheek before looking directly into your eyes.

"This is very much real, detka. To be honest, I've wanted this for a long time. Both of you." She admitted shyly, and your eyes widened slightly at her admission.

"Really? I didn't know that... " 

"Wait, aren't you two already a thing?" Natasha lifted her head up to look at both of you confusedly. You both giggled and Natasha just lightly pinches you both for making fun of her.

"No. We're only best friends... " You drag out your sentence, seemingly unsure of what to make of it now that you're aware of the predicament you're in. Wanda pried away her eyes from yours, but she stiffened as you went on. 

"Is it wrong that I want to take you both out on a date? I'd like to try whatever this is." They both beamed at what you said, and they hugged you even tighter.

"I'd love to. More than anything." Natasha kisses your cheek while Wanda kisses the other. "Me, too." You just smiled brightly at them and kissed each others forehead.

"I have one last question." You and Wanda looked at Natasha expectantly. "Is this thing permanent? Not that I'm complaining, I very much enjoyed it actually." You tried to hide your face on Wanda's shoulder while she just laughed. Their giggles are music to your ears, even though they're tinted because of shame.

"No, but we don't know how long it'll last. Don't worry, I'll have the spell thoroughly examined and memorized for future references. " Wanda wiggled her brows at the both of you, and you can't help but get excited again. You groaned as it gradually stiffened and the coil in your stomach came back again.

"Aw, well you look at that. This looks like a problem, don't you think, Wanda, honey?" Wanda bit her lip and nodded excitedly. "Then I think it's best we should take care of it." These girls are gonna be the death of you one day, if not today.

"With pleasure." Wanda moves to hover above you while Natasha grabs your cock as she aligns it to the girl's entrance.

Let's just say, the three of you ended up sleeping in the whole next day.

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A Little Favor

Summary: If the team was going to get to Strucker, you had to find out where he was. Natasha knew someone who could get you the information. It would come at a price though, mostly against your pride.

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Enemies to Lovers (cussing, alcohol, canon violence, mention of blood)

Word Count: 6.6k

Translation: ебать: fuck сестра: sister

A/N: Part Thirteen for Accidentally on Purpose is finally here! Sorry for the wait and I hope you guys still enjoy this chapter (even if there is a little less wanda). Happy Reading!

*please do not repost or translate my material or claim as yours. reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated!*

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"I can't believe you made me come with you," you grumble, hiking up your backpack on your shoulder as you follow Nat up the stairs.

She looks back at you, rolling her eyes as she checks the way, "Oh come on. I drag you from your girlfriend to see family and I'm the bad guy?"

You glare at her, "First of all, we're not dating. And secondly, this is my least favorite informant."

Nat holds open the stairwell door as your case hits against the steps, grimacing as you try to pick it up higher, "They're your only informant."

"Exactly. And now that you two are chattering away like birds on a line, I know you've told her about my 'love life'."

With a grin, she leads you down the hallways of a quiet building. It's the middle of the afternoon, not many people are waltzing around. The city noises come through the windows, honking horns and passing sirens.

Adjusting your grasp on the handle, you feel the case sway at your legs and watch Nat walk around free of any luggage. You wonder how you ended up with all the gear and then you see that mischievous gleam in her eyes.

"So, you two do pretty well together in the field. You know, super strength and her magic."

You grunt, catching up with her as she rounds a corner, "Mhm,"

"Have you guys figured out some moves together for your... extracurricular activities?"

Staring straight ahead with a clenched jaw, you glare at the directory as you adjust your shirt, while someone walks out of their apartment, to cover your gun. You both smile at the stranger and let out a sigh,

"Who's on first."

Nat clenches her brows, slowing herself down but you keep the same speed, "What?"

"No, no. What's on second. Don't you remember, Nat?"

She touches her forehead, confusion in her eyes, "Are you having a stroke or something? Remembering some spicy memories?"

You tap your ear with wide eyes, "You know what, I think there's bad signal in this hall. Maybe move to that corner? Away from me."

"You know she's going to say worse things," Nat finally stops at a door and waits for you to suck it up.

Placing down the case, you take in a deep breath and try to fill your lungs as much as you can. Blowing all of the air out of your nose in one calming breath, you peek out through your eyelid and see Nat raise her brows. Her fist slowly raises up to the door as you rub your temples tightly and shake your head,

"I swear Natasha, if the first words out of her mouth,"

One quick knock and you hear quiet footsteps on the other side as you straighten yourself out. Locks slide and twist as the door swings open slowly and you see a short blonde peek around the door. There's a grin on her face that's replaced with a deep set frown. Her green eyes flick around as she leans out further, like she's searching for something else you were supposed to bring.

Those eyes flick to you and you see the same mischievous gleam she shares with her sister, "You left your girlfriend behind, Y/N?"

You glare at Natasha, "I'm leaving."

She grabs your collar and yanks you back towards the apartment. Yelena grabs the case you brought as you both follow her in as you choke with your collar pressing into your throat. You're dragged along, Natasha's finger digging into your pressure point and keeping a steady amount of pain. You grimace, smacking her away as you stand in the living room and look around.

Yelena clicks her tongue, popping open the case and nodding with quiet appreciation.

"Leaving? I'm glad to see you too, Y/N. You can pretend to miss me, you know."

You chuckle softly, glancing up at that accent that brings back a myriad of memories. Sitting inside hotel rooms with the two deadliest Black Widows on recon missions and sending them out to obliterate the target. Then there were other moments where it was just Natasha and Yelena, joking around as you played card games and drank to another successful night.

"I missed you," you glare at her as you turn from the piece of art hanging on on the wall.

Yelena sighs, wrapping her arms around from beneath your arms and squeeze your back against her. You pat her hands as she slides away from you and walks to the kitchen. You hear bottles clinking and hear her let out one of her extended groans.

"You could at least make it a little more believable than how you were Wanda's plus one and nothing has happened."

She slides a glass of clear liquid across the counter as you let out a sigh, taking it up to your nose and grimacing at the strong alcohol. Never changed, vodka would always be in your life as long as these two were there.

As you sip on it and feel a shiver roll through your spine, you glance out the balcony, "We're teammates."

There's a choking sound behind you and you glance over your shoulder, watching Nat using her glass to hide the smile on her burning red face. Yel sits on the armrest near her, clenching her brows as if she's expecting a better lie from you.

"All of those long recon mission together. Just the two of you alone with nothing to do," Yelena lifts up her glass and takes a long drink, "Something had to have happened."

"Yeah, something happened. Two things, in fact," you hold up two fingers as you plop down into an armchair, "Board games and," you drop one finger to flip them both off, "card games."

She wiggles her brows, "Strip poker?"

You glare at Natasha, "Can you control your sister?"

Nat crosses her leg and sinks down into the chair, closing her eyes as she starts to give in to the jetlag, "Oh, so she's conveniently not your sister now."

"And to think," Yelena takes a drink and looks at you with about, "I was going to make you a vest."

You sigh, slamming your drink down and feeling it burn your throat. Coughing, you stand up to grab the bottle for a refill and listen to the two of them agreeing your and Wanda have slept together at least once.

Peeking inside the fridge for some snacks, Yelena lets out a pointed hum and you glare at the left over macaroni and cheese. You know a jabbing question is about to come your way and Nat is doing nothing to stop it, in fact, she's encouraging it.

"I thought you were supposed to be the best and you let her, of all people, catch you?"

Standing, you pull the cork from the bottle with your teeth and fill your glass. It glugs out as you point your glare towards the blonde,

"I was tired and she cheated," you point towards Nat, the vodka swishing around in your glass before you tilt it towards your lips, "She actually shot at me!"

Yelena nods carefully, "Just one mag? You are sensitive."

Your middle finger rises up again as you walk back towards the chair, glancing around for a file, "I'm sorry, do we need to talk about that time I left you for SHIELD or do we need to reenact it?"

Glancing down to the coffee table that can easily be moved out of the way, you push up your sleeves as your brows raise in a challenge. Nat shakes her head as she glares at you mentioning that day, swirling her glass before resting it on Yelena's thigh.

"Are they like this all the time?"

Natasha nods, taking a drink as she smirks at how worked up you've gotten without Wanda here to simmer you down. She knew you hated being alone here because all the two of them do is pick on you. Anything you could try to retaliate with bounces off their sibling shield.

"Am I the black sheep because I don't have an accent? I can fake the accent,"

Yelena pouts at you, "Aww, you want to be like us? You are sensitive! Getting in touch with your heart after getting a girlfriend?

You point to your left, "That. Can we start to focus on that?"

"Oh, avoidance. They're hiding something, Yel." Nat glances back at you and sees you sigh before stomping over to the dining table, "We'll break 'em after you break down that file. Good cop, bad cop."

Yelena sighs and walks over, sliding a manila folder from between some books on her path. She starts riffling through the papers, placing them into specific piles according to what they are. Maps, highlighted with certain routes and backdoors, reconnaissance of the building and surrounding area. You flip through everything, eyeing all the colors and notes she's added, smirking at her colorful language of things to avoid.

"I even got you something special," Yelena holds up a grainy photo but you recognize that man's face, your blood boiling just from the sight, "Proof."

You nod, taking it with a slightly shaking hand as you realize you might actually be able to get Strucker, "Wow. Maybe someone will actually hire you."

There's a sting on your finger as she yanks the paper from your hands and slices a paper cut along it, "You know, your family and friends discount is now void."

"Thank you," you whisper quietly, staring at the papers as Nat silently scribbles down some notes.

Yelena grins at you, pride shining in her eyes as she swipes at her nose. You chuckle quietly at how she subconsciously copies her sister as you lean on your hands.

"You're welcome," she tells you, "And now you get to repay your debt!"

You turn your head as your brows clench tightly, glaring at Natasha. She casually closes her journal with a smirk, sipping on her vodka as she goes to find some snacks. You were looking forward to a nap in Yel's guest bedroom but it looks like you'll be suiting up instead.

"And I know, you must be thinking, 'What debt?' Well, let me tell you," Yelena starts to talk as you rub the pressure behind your eyes, "I've helped keep your name out of every mercenary's little mouth. I should be claiming ten percent of that little allowance Stark gives you but," she quiets slightly, glancing over to see if you're paying attention.

You are, but you're glaring out the window as you tap your fingers against your arm, tightly crossing them over your chest. Yelena continues as she clears her throat,

"I'm only asking for a teeny, teeny-tiny, little favor."

You turn around quickly with a scoff, "Uh uh, nothing with you is ever one little thing," And you know you're right when you see her reaching into her coat closet and pulling out that infamous sleeveless fabric.

She gives it a little shake as you shake your hand, "Oh no. No, no, you hang that back up."

Yelena sighs dramatically as she slides the vest off the hangar and slides her arms through. It fits onto her perfectly and you see the other vests that are hanging inside the closet.

"It's just one lovely afternoon of bodyguarding your very favorite sister in the whole wide world."

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Rubbing your eyes, you take a glance at the clock. Nat keeps her eyes trained on the windshield, bending her finger with silent worry. She always hated going on missions with her sister. Feeling like she had to constantly be looking over her shoulder to check on her.

As you glance back at the sleeping Widow, the seriousness of being on mission has slipped away and all you can see is the scared kid all those years ago in a warehouse. When your blood soaked on her hands as she saved your life, refusing to run to save her own. You shake the memories from your head, trying to focus on the task at hand.

Leaning back against your seat, you know that it's almost time to leave. Nat will want everything settled, down to the smallest detail. She's not letting her little sister get hurt under her watch. Reaching behind you, you smack Yelena's propped up leg and pull her from her light sleep. She jolts awake, hand gripping her holster as her eyes look at you.

"Equipment secure?"

Yelena grumbles as she throws her upper half over the back seat, "Check."

"Weapons ready?"

You listen to a rifle being cocked, "Check."

"What're you doing with that rifle I gave you," you peek over at her, questioning the case you brought all the way from New York. She made you drive hours to a storage container and sift through boxes and forgotten memories for that hunk of junk.

Yelena shoves her head up between the seats, "Did you eat before we left?"

You roll your eyes at her avoidance of the question, "That's not part of the checklist."

"Look, I'm just making sure you're okay. Y'know, since I don't want your girlfriend coming after me if you die."

Sighing and blocking out Nat's giggles, you look back, "No. I did not eat before we left."

Nat lets out a disappointing tsk as you glare at her and Yelena points to one of her many vest pockets. You clench your bows as she opens one and pulls out a granola bar she has stuffed inside. She holds it in front of you, smoothing out the wrinkled wrapper.

"Hey! It's chocolate chip!"

Yelena winks as you rip it open, "I still remember how to get you to eat something moderately healthy."

"Let's go, you can eat and walk at the same time right?" Nat checks over her pistol as she chambers a bullet and looks at you, "Won't choke?"

You swing open the door, grumbling to yourself as you start walking towards the large tower in front of you. Covering your holster on your side as you stuff the rest of the bar in your mouth, you adjust the extra magazines on your waist. Grimacing as your knife pokes into your thigh, you try to shimmy it around.

You hadn't dressed up for a low vis mission in a long time. Usually all your equipment was out to see when you wore your uniform and now you wonder how you ever got used to how uncomfortable it was to have velcro scratching at your skin.

Gripping the stair railing, you lean over and feel your front holster dig into your stomach, "Really?" you grunt and force your thighs to continue climbing up the stairs,

"Big Ben? You couldn't have picked somewhere more public? With less stairs?"

Yelena glances back at you, finishing braiding her hair, "Well actually, Big Ben is the bell right there. This is actually- and you're not listening to me. Neither of you are."

She keeps talking anyways. Talking about how neither of you ever listen to her and that she always feels ignored and other things that you don't hear because you're not paying attention.

You raise your shirt slowly, wrapping your hand around the grip of your pistol as you glance around the old building. There's some scaffolding around, just like on the outside. You slowly try to find any vantage points as your eyes glide over the large gears that run the clock.

Stopping as you turn around slowly, you make eye contact with Nat and see her hand already resting on her gun. There's something off, you can feel it in your bones as you see Yelena peering up some of the scaffolding towards the bells.

"Y/N..." she says quietly, leaning towards one of the windows.

You shush her and she whips around, "Is this what happens when you get old? You get unbearably crotchety and grumpy? I pray I never have to get," Before she finishes, you hear a whizz as the glass near Yelena's head shatters, "Should've listened to me!"

The bullet impacts the floor next to Nat's foot as she sprints off towards the stairs you just finished climbing. The glass begins to shatter as you lunge forward and grab Yelena as she tries to duck behind some of the gears. The bullets are too precise, you have to get out of here and quickly, put a second wall between you and shooters.

You eye the shattered glass and shout for Nat to make her way out of the scaffolding outside. If you can beat the gunmen to the ground, you can lose them in the street. You practically drag Yel by the collar of her vest, barely hearing her calling out where the shots are coming from over all the deafening shots and pounding in your ears.

You grab the scaffolding and hop onto the rail, looking up and down at the platforms, trying to find a path.

"You can climb right?!" you shout over the gunfire as you press your back against the rails.

She puts her foot in your interlaced hands, "I'm letting you know now," she leans down and pats you cheek, "This is gonna be a cool way to die."

"Shut up," you grunt and shove her up, buying her time but not telling her about it. If she knew what you were doing, she wouldn't be climbing right now. You saw the gunmen clambering in behind her and you know you have to hold them off.

They come flinging down through the windows onto the scaffolding, flipping and climbing around like monkeys. You groan, seeing that coiled snaked on their uniforms. You knew you hadn't seen the last of them after their attack on the Compound.

"These assholes," you grunt as you duck underneath a kick as it shatters the stained glass, taking the opportunity to swing down a section. Four of them chase after you, not noticing the blonde who's trying to find Nat. Which is fine by you as you grab the metal railing with a grunt and throw your feet forward.

As your feet slam into a Serpents chest, the scaffolding breaks under his weight and he makes a quick descent to the ground. Gunshots chase after you, as you squeeze yourself through the construction and sprint through a tarp.

"Oh shit!" you shout, lunging forward as you roll beneath a baton meant for your head and take out the guy's legs. He grunts, kicking you off of him and you feel your heart leap up into your throat as you snatch the railing before you fall off.

The wind is blistering this high up and as you take that split second to glance down at the height, you really wish Yelena hadn't told you how tall Big Ben was. The Serpent clambers up to his feet and you see his baton electrify. You flick out your foot before he can move, trying to catch behind his knee but catch him too high. You kick the back of his thigh hard and he brings the baton harder on your chest.

You feel the air fly out of your lungs and hear the cracking of the wood. His arms raise above his head as you wrap your legs around his ankle. As the electricity sparks through your body, muscles tensing as you shake violently, the scaffolding breaks beneath you. He was expecting the fall, as your legs wrap around him and drag him down with you.

As the electricity leaves nothing but a burning heat in your nerves, you reach out and grab a metal railing, swinging and quickly losing your grip with your cramping muscles. You slow your fall just enough that you don't break through the wooden platform that you land on. You grunt, resting your head on the wood as your arms hug around it.

"Please, don't break. Please, don't break, oh you beautiful thing," you gasp out, kissing the plank.

The railings begin to hum out a deep tone as there's movement around you. You pick up your head and see that the Serpents haven't given up. You grumble to yourself, climbing up to your shaky legs and noticing the reflections in the windows.

Grabbing your gun, you slam your shoulder into the window as you see a baton come swinging for you again. Firing out, you get three shots into the attacker and shove him over the side. Wrapping your arms around a rifle that juts through the tarp, you press your hand against their shoulder and throw them back into the tower.

Watching them knock into a set of gears, you can hear something different on the wind as you clench your brows. Looking back, you can hear it clearly as you eye another group of Serpents coming for you.

"Y/N! Y/N!"

Grabbing hold of the railing, you swing yourself out of the safety and look in horror at the scene in front of you. One of the railings has come loose from the whole structure and you can see the metal straining as Yelena hangs onto the end. Her whole body hugs it like a bear cub stuck high in a tree as she yells at you to start moving your ass.

You hear a clang and see the bolts holding the railing together are starting to snap off as Yelena is nearly parallel to the ground.

"Where's your sister," you mutter and sprint to where she is across the treacherous path.

You slide down an angled platform, narrowly avoiding swings that are meant to knock your head off. Using the rest of the bullets in your gun, you knock a few into the carriage that takes the workers up and down the tower. One end tilts down as your feet strike against the wood and you bound forward.

Your foot lands perfectly on its railing as you reach out for the next one and swing yourself forward, feeling the metal clamps tearing at your calluses.

"I'm coming!" you shout to your sister, slamming straight into a Serpent and taking him with you. You shove him forward against the hail of bullets meant for you as you jump out of the safety of the metal cage around you.

You reach out, whipping around with your eyes locked on the creaking pole Yelena is hanging off of. She tries to shimmy her way closer but the creaking grows louder and you can't get yourself to take in enough air to yell at her to stop.

"Y/N! Where are-?" her question is lost to the wind as her screams echo after the loud crack.

Wrapping your arm around the railings, you reach out and as soon as you feel the slightest molecule of fabric against your finger you clench. Your fingers wrap around her vest as your shoulder nearly gets popped out of its socket, trying to hold onto the platform.

"What the hell is in your vest!" you shout, trying to point your terror at something else.

Yelena grunts as she plays with some of the pockets flaps with complete trust in your strength, "Look, the pockets do come in, oh shit."

"Oh shit, what?" you grimace, trying to pull her up but feeling like you're trying to pull up a whole building.

"I'm stuck!"

You groan, the exhaustion of the fighting getting to you as you feel the slickness on your fingers against the metal. Her vest jolts a millimeter through your sweaty fingers, your forearm shaking as you try to hang on. Yelena glares up at you, one hand wrapped around your wrist and the other trying to get the railing out of her vest.

"If it's a comfort, falling from two hundred feet will kill you just as well as from four hundred feet."

The scaffolding begins to shudder as you glance up, hearing bullets growing closer and the grunts of clambering Serpents getting closer. You squeeze your bicep, trying to use your sheer strength to bring her and the railing up to you.

Grunting, you glare down at her, "Did you need to say that right now?"

There's a heavy thud next to you and you just glance over to see the dark boots that landed next to you. You don't hesitate to swing your foot, straining your hip to catch them.

"Unzip the damn," your next kick misses and you feel the electricity explode through your body.

The burning vibration is felt through your clenched teeth as you hold in your yell, trying to keep your thoughts on holding onto Yelena. You watch her, fingers trying to get the zipper to slide down. You let go of the railing and roll back onto your shoulders as Yelena screams, seeing you slide closer to the edge.

Your arm wraps around a pole at the last minute as you try to keep the Serpent away with flailing kicks. Every muscle and tendon is resisting you as you try to reach for the knife against your hip. Your fingers skim against the handle as the vest starts to slip away.

"Come on," you grimace, trying to get your wrist to bend a little more and fight against the doses of electric shocks that break through.

The scaffolding shakes again and for a moment, you wonder if you could wrap around Yelena and save her from any of the trauma of careening down to the ground. You glance back to Yelena after knocking the Serpent off his feet with a hard kick but you notice something pop up from beneath you.

"Drop her!"

With a yell, you let go of Yelena's vest and watch her green eyes widen in fear as you grab hold of the zipper. The teeth cling against your skin and you feel the warmth of blood run down your hand, but hear the tearing of fabric as Yelena flips backwards through the air. Nat grabs onto her and you quickly flip up onto your feet, grabbing the Serpent and kicking them off.

They don't give up and you feel a pressure wrap around your calf as you glance down away from your bleeding hand. You see the wire but before you can even move, they're out of sight and you're yanked off your feet, slamming right into the railings.

"Shit, shit, shit!" you yell, trying to grab onto anything but your bloody hand keeps slipping.

You only fall one level thankfully before you get your arm wrapped around the railing, grimacing as you feel bruises starting to grow, "I am so tired," you grunt as you try and curl your leg up, "Of fucking falling!"

Your fingers try to grab hold of your pant leg to pull you leg higher, to rip off the wire that's cutting off the circulation to your foot. It stings against your skin, burning as you feel it rubbing it raw. Glancing down, you see the Serpent trying to work their way back onto solid footing and leaving you to take the fall by yourself.

"Oh, you're such an idiot," you grimace, glancing over at Nat pulling Yelena up, "Huge idiot!"

You clench your eyes shut as you loosen your grip and let your arms slide away from the railing. Nothing holds you to the scaffolding and you know the Serpent is counting on you to keep you both anchored. Accepting the fall and feeling your world slow in anticipation, your mind jumps away from the redhead and green eyes you have here and travels back home.

To sitcoms in quiet hotel rooms and smirks shared in meeting rooms. From the hot blood that pours down your arm to the cold fingers that traced over your scars. If you make it out of this, she can never know you let go of your one safety rope.

As the wind starts to run past you, two hands roughly grab onto you and your clothes. Your shirt bunches up around your neck as your eyes shoot open and you watch the young Widow lunge forward and nearly slams her face onto the plank. Her yell is distant in your ears and you watch the glint of her knife grow closer and then completely pass you.

The weight that was your promised death falls free and you look down, watching them bounce off the scaffolding. You gag slightly, knowing that could've been you but instead you feel yourself begin to rise. Nat and Yelena groan as they pull you up towards them, falling once you're over the edge. You gasp, realizing you had been holding your breath the whole time and roll to sit upright.

Your feet dangle over the edge as you stare out across the city for the first time this whole trip. Yelena lies there next to you, her face resting in her hands as she tries to catch her breath. Glancing over, you see Natasha lean against the railing, disgust on her face as she wipes your blood off her hands.

"You know," Yelena starts as she pats your thigh, "If you wore that vest I got you for Christmas..."

"A parachute wouldn't fit in there," you say through clenched teeth and dab at the huge gash on your finger with your shirt.

Nat chuckles quietly, "You are so sensitive. It was just a little fall."

You groan, "Can you guys come up with another word or something?" you clamber up to your feet slowly, feeling a sense of vertigo as you try to look up to the sky, "Did you get what you need?"

Yelena glances over at you, pulling a sheepish grin on her face and then pulls herself just slightly closer to the edge. You watch her slowly point over the edge,

"Actually, it's with them."

You stare at her, not a single ounce of emotion on your face but a billion different cuss words on your brain. You don't tell her any of them despite having to climb down all those stairs right now, but you see a sheepish grin grow in a hearty laugh.

"I'm kidding! Jesus, so serious. Have you forgotten how to have fun?"

Nat pats your already bruising shoulders, "I think we all know where their fun goes,"

You slap her away and throw an abandoned baton through a still intact window, "Alright, I'm leaving!"

Clambering inside, you see a few bodies littered around and you nod at Nat's work. No wonder it took her so long to get outside, they sent the other half of the group through here. Lucky for her, the floor inside is pretty stable.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Yelena walks in after you, stepping over some bodies to get ahead of you, "You don't want to stay for tea and biscuits?"

The late afternoon sun shines through the empty window frames and you carefully step around broken glass and discarded weapons. Pointing out to the descending sun, you glance over at Yelena,"

"I think we're late to high noon tea."

Nat shrugs as she leans against the exit, "If only we had a clock to tell us,"

You snort with a roll of your eyes at the horrible joke, standing there in the middle of the room as you try to read the backwards clock hands, "Seriously though, what time is-."

There's a horrible clanging that erupts and you feel like your ears are going to burst as you slap a hand over one ear. You duck down as you pull out your gun and follow after Yelena, yelling out curse words between the clanging. It wasn't a brand new hour, those bells weren't ringing to give the time.

You sprint down the stairs, trying to beat the second wave of Serpents and shove Yelena towards the car. She slaps at you to keep lookout as she jumps into the trunk and starts to set up her rifle.

"Put on your seatbelt!" Nat yells at you both as you clamber into the passenger seat and the engine roars alive.

"Got it mom!" you tell her, rolling down the window and readying your pistol.

The cars around you speed past as you peer into the side mirror and watch the large black SUVs making their way around traffic and motorcycles slithering through gaps. Before you can shout out that one's coming up on the side, Nat snaps at you.

"I told you!" she jerks the steering wheel and you grab hold of the handle as the car runs over a surprise speed bump and the motorcycle skids out behind you, "Don't call me that!"

You peer back behind you, your now numb and bloody hand grabbing onto the nylon seatbelt. Yelena is already buckling in and both of you listen to the click of the belts as you let Nat focus on driving. The motorcycles are getting closer as Nat takes a sharp turn, horns honking out for her to be careful, only to be shoved out of the way by the bulletproof SUVs behind you.

There's an intersection coming up and you know Nat is going to ram straight through that red light. The bikes are getting closer and you've got to get them off your tail. You unbuckle your belt as cars from the intersection start to go with their green light, the bikes coming up on the side.

"Left! Go left!" you yell at Nat as you lunge to the backseat and shove Yelena down towards the floor as you kick Natasha's arm to the side. Bullets rain through the window, the headrests and backseat eviscerated by the bullets as the car screeches around the corner.

You grab the rifle that Yelena had set up by the door and shimmy over the backseat, using the muzzle to clear away the glass on the trunk. The rifle sits in your shoulder securely as you fire at the tires of the incoming vehicles.

"Turn right! Ебать! Right, right!"

The car nearly tilts on two wheels as she turns and you see the construction that's blocking all but one lane of road. You look at Nat's exhausted eyes and you both look at Yelena as the car comes to a grinding halt thanks to her directions.

"Whoops," Yelena chuckles, clearing her throat as she peers over the door.

You clench your brows, "Whoops? Whoops?! We are so far past whoops! Whoops is a distant speck in the rearview mirror!" Bullets start slinging through the windows as the Serpents climb out of their cars and start collapsing on your position.

"Whoopsies?"

Ducking as the rest of the windows shatter, you can hear the bullets whizzing past you and glance forward. There's a break in the traffic, just big enough to squeeze through. You'll be returning this rental with some dings and scrapes, but it'll be returned.

Throwing yourself back over the seat, you slam against the front seat and point at the escape route. The engine revs, tires squealing as you prop the rifle out the window and start shooting. The bullets are shooting off the side mirror, a few close shaves as you duck back inside the car with a groan. Your gun is the only one you hear firing out enough times to keep the soldiers at bay.

"Yel, will you use that expert marksmanship training to," your voice catches in your throat, stopping you from taking out your anger on your little sister. You choke and pat Nat's arm heavily, "Nat, fucking drive."

You grab your pack from the front seat and shove a protesting Yelena down to the floor, tearing off her vest to try and find where the blood is coming from. She yells at you to stop hurting her, smacking you to back up but you shove her down.

"I told you to duck, сестра."

She winces as you press gauze against the bullet wound that's gone through her side, "When do I listen, fuck that really hurts." Yelena breathes out carefully, her fingers starting to fall loose from her grip around your shirt.

"Hey, hey. Open those eyes. Look at me, Yel!"

"Yelena!" Nat's panicked voice breaks through the chaos of the world as she tries to see what's going on. There's a loud squeal as the tires clip along the curb, she needs to stay focused or you're all going to crash.

You slam your bloodied hand against her seat, "Just drive, Nat! Drive!"

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Your hands shake as you stare down at them, still slightly stained red from that car ride. You remember a time when they didn't shake. When you could distance yourself from this pain and dread you're feeling. Despite the cold weight in your body, you're thankful for it.

There's bandages on one hand from the zipper wound and you can feel the aches in your joints and the growing bruises. A single light is shining at the other end of the locker room you sit in. Your locker is the only one open, gear shoved into it and bloody clothes piled around your pack.

Nat took Yelena as soon as the coast was clear, telling you to get all the papers and get home. You couldn't lose that information but you couldn't lose Yelena. You remember the fear on her face. The fear she tried to cover with the calm expression of a leader. You could see right through her though as she shoved you out of the car, telling you she'd call with any news.

Glancing at the screen, you wish that it would glow. Just to hear any kind of news, good or bad. You just need to know what's happening to your little sister. If you need to be going on a revenge mission or if you just need to send her a little card.

Your throat is raw from the sobbing you've tried to keep silent, the tears stinging your eyes and stuffed up nose. The Compound was nearly empty as you limped inside and you certainly didn't want to alert the remaining tenant. You were careful not to make too much noise, not wanting to lie about how allergies are kicking your ass.

Pressing your hands against your eyes, you suck in a deep and congested breath. Letting it all out, you listen to the shaking breath as you open your eyes. You pour the cold water from your bottle onto your hands, trying to rub away the evidence of the trip. Every time you look down at them, all you can think about are Yelena's eyes rolled to the back of her head as you tried to keep her breathing.

There's a creaking that catches your ears and you look up quickly, wiping at your face quickly and hoping your eyes aren't bloodshot. You clear your throat but you can't get rid of the itching rawness.

"You're not supposed to be here right now," you try to deepen your voice to cover over the trembling in your voice.

The door closes but there's slow footsteps that make their way closer to you. You hold out a hand and shake your head ,

"Did you hear me? You can't fucking be in here."

Slowly, Wanda walks towards you but doesn't try to sit down next to you. She stands there, looking down at you for a silent moment. You avoid her eyes, clenching your jaw as you try to hide the pain and fear that is crashing over you. Her hand reaches out to you and you flinch away from the comforting touch. You don't deserve it, not after letting Yelena get shot.

"Don't. Stay away from me," you nearly growl as her hand grows closer, "I'm warning,"

As her hand rests on yours, she kneels down and takes the rag you had been using to try to rub your hands raw, to free yourself from the images in your head. It falls to the ground as you feel yourself fall right after it. A choked cry catches in your throat as you reach out for something to grab.

Your fingers wrap around her hoodie as you press your head into Wanda's shoulder and cry. You don't know how you body is still producing tears but your vulnerability is clear for Wanda to see. And you don't even try to hide it from her anymore.

She doesn't leave. She doesn't leave you to wallow in your pain alone and she doesn't make you talk. She just whispers to you quietly, soft and sweet things. Reminding you of how tough your sisters are. That it would take more than a little bullet to knock either of them down. How strong you are for getting yourself back here and dealing with all of your injuries. Her words wrap around you with a comforting warmth as her cool hands soothe your wounds.

Breathing her lavender scent in deeply, you realize just how tired you are. Your eyes are starting to fall in this shield of comfort. As fingers run through your hair, you feel your body start to twitch with approaching sleep. There's a loud buzz next to you and you quickly shoot up, hand reaching out for your pistol but you find Wanda's hand instead.

She glances up at you, a small grin on her face as she holds up your phone for you. You stand as you take the call and listen to Nat give you a quick rundown of the situation. She got in touch with a safe house doctor and Yelena was fine. She was alive.

She was sleeping so Natasha would call once she woke up. That's all you needed to know. That she was alive and she was going to stay alive.

As you end the phone call, you let out a heavy breath and listen to it crack with the rest of your emotion pouring out. You press your hand against your mouth to stop the sound from reaching Wanda's ears but she's already moved. Her hands wrap around your arms and hold you there, near her and you don't dare move a muscle away.

"I'm glad you're all safe," her voice barely has to rise above a whisper with how close you two are.

You breathe in carefully, "Hadn't seen her in years and this was... not a great family reunion."

"Hey," Wanda grins as she pushes your hair back from your eyes, "I'm sure she enjoyed it."

You chuckle, "Those two are really weird aren't they? Adrenaline junkies."

Wanda smiles, hand running down your arm as she kicks over your pack and watches a half drunk bottle of vodka fall from the vest you have stuffed in there. Your Christmas present. She hums with a mischievous grin,

"I thought I smelt something on your breath. Didn't even come share with me."

"Yeah, yeah," you smile and press her down onto the bench as you kneel down. Grabbing the bottle, you hold it out for her to take and wiggle your brows as she takes a small drink.

"Don't you 'yeah, yeah' me." she grins over at you, "You walked past me on the couch, didn't you?"

You glance up from slowly unpacking your bag and take the bottle she passes back to you, "You were up when I peeked in. Not entirely there though."

She watches your brows raise with a silent question. You had seen her sitting there in a dim living room, hands resting on her face as she stared into nothingness. You knew that stare even from across the Compounds. As her eyes flash to you, she sees your comforting glance.

"Had a few thoughts. I was... I am glad you came back tonight."

As she shivers at the strong taste of the swig she takes, you scavenge around your pack, "I got you something."

Wanda passes the bottle back to you with a sigh, "What cheap souvenir did you find this time?"

Lifting up your head as you take a long swig, you raise a brow at her choice of the word cheap," Excuse me. These souvenirs are priceless in your heart." Holding up your hand, a chain with a few jewels hangs off your finger and catches the distant light.

Wanda looks down at it, drawing in a careful breath as her fingers reach out for you. She takes it slowly from your grasp, this small little knick knack that will be the one thing that truly is priceless in her heart, "Where did you get this?"

You hum, leaning against the bench and watch her carefully look at each gem that's attached to the chain, "Your ability to describe things is near perfect. So, besides finding legal," you watch her nose scrunch at the emphasis that this was all legal, "Avenues, it was easy to find."

It's a lie and she knows it, but she doesn't scold you. Her fingers move carefully as if she's actually holding her mother's old necklace and you hope that she always thinks of her when she sees it. Slowly, she peers deeper at the gemstones that represent her and Pietro and the beautiful gem in the center mixed with the two colors. Inside of the gleaming stone, the North Star was suspended.

"It looks just like my mother's," she freezes for a moment, noticing the intricate braiding of the metals and the design it makes. A simplified sunflower, a request of your own but you avoid her eyes as she glances up from it, "Why...why did you,"

You shrug, "We're acquaintances, remember?" Quickly, you flip over to your knees and grip her thighs tightly, "Hey, do we have any more popcorn to microwave?"

Wanda slips the almost empty vodka bottle from your hands, "It's time for bed. You've had a long day."

Watching her walk away, your eyes drop lower and lower on her body as you rest your head on your hand. She turns as she reaches the door, flicking on all the lights and blinding you. You chuckle, she knew what you were doing, you were anything but subtle but she doesn't seem appalled. She hangs around for a moment longer with a curious look in her eyes.

"Thank you. Come watch some shows?"

"Anything for the princess," you mutter with a grin, watching her scolding eyes as you climb up to your feet and follow her out for some popcorn.

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Queens of Promise - Part 8

Summary: The search for the unknown has proven to be harder than one previously thought, however you had gone too far to back down now. From your search or from Wanda. A/N: Hey guys, sorry to leave you hanging for this part. There were some changes that I wanted to do, and I was also trying to decide on some details. Hope you like it! Thank you for all your love, it means a lot.

Warning: Violence, gore, mentions of blood, mentions of death – you know the drill by now.

Previous parts here

"Have only just begun"

Wolfgang City – Sokovia

The air reeked to smoke and spice as it would in every single closed place in this city. Their wine was one of the finest, even the cheapest ones, but people still prefer to keep their warmth by inhaling the smoke of their thick cigars.

And the spice? Well, everything had spice. Cigars, wine, food, clothes, women. Spice, after all, saved Sokovians banks through their darkest times and they were the paramount seller of the world. If the gold mines ran out of its material, the red and green powder would make the gold come to their hands.

The man you were after stood several feet from you, enjoying the pleasures of life. You and Barton had been doing this dance for weeks now, and you’ve been trying to take him down for a chat for days, but you’re yet to be lucky.

Every day a different commotion gets in the way of your plans, however, tonight, he’d be the commotion.

Soon, the man started to cough and looked at his cigar as if it were the cause of it. He gasped for air and his companions started to run erratically around the brothel while the woman keeping him company dragged him into a room with clear, open windows so he could breathe properly.

The room you were at.

An hour later, the man woke up and, much to his consternation, he was strapped into a chair. He swallowed hard and looked around the room as if trying to remember where he was and how he ended up in this situation. Then, he saw you.

Comfortably seated across the room, there was you, patiently waiting for your time to shine. You saw his eyes assess you and by the wicked smile on his face, he didn’t see the threat on your pose, on your expressions or in your eyes.

‘Men, why do they always underestimate a woman?’  You mused to yourself while closing the distance between you and your prisoner.

His smile never waved, if anything, it grew wider as you approached him. “Never seen you ‘round ‘re, doll.”

You punctuated his sentence by punching him hard in the face. His chair almost toppled over to the side such was the force of your jab. “Don’t be a freak kinky.” You spat at him as he tried to gather his bearings.

“I thought we agreed I’d play the bad guard this time.” Barton’s voice filled the room as he walked out of the shadows, and you looked at him.

“He pushed his luck too early for my taste.” You growled and Clint chuckled at your short fuse.

“Who ‘re ya?” The man asked, eyes darting from the man to the woman standing in front of him. Now visibly concerned about the situation he found himself in.

“I am your friend.” Barton pointed to himself and grabbed a chair so he could take a seat, then pointed at you. “She? Not so much.”

Though, Clint barely gave the man time to sink in what he had just said, for he continued. “You see, we were told that you’d know where Harv Krickitt is.” The man looked at him as if terrified by the name, so he asked. “And would be wise of you to tell us where he is.”

The man grunted and howled in his chains as if he could summon the strength of a god to set himself free, but nothing happened. The gods wouldn’t hear him now.

“I will tell you nothing.” He bravely snarled at Barton, and you rolled your eyes. Soon, his face turned sharply to the side after another punch found his jaw.

“You know, she can do this all day.” Clint said, patronizingly, pretending to be bored already.

However, before he could do or say anything else. The man started to contort again, but this time, only his head. A second too late, Clint realized what he was about to do, but when he reached the prisoner, it was too late.

“Hail Hydra.” Were the man’s last words.

Out of anger, you kicked the chair closest to you and it hit the wall nearby with impressive force, as it shattered on the ground, you shouted. “Again! We’ve been chasing him for days and now he’s dead. Just like the others.”

Lord Barton was more than used to your short temper that seemed to fade shorter with every passing day without answers. After the first lead they received from Romanoff, they started to trail their own way of investigation, but every time they reached another dead end. Literally.

Harv Krickitt was the artist who produced the lion pendant that was used both as target setting and payment for your head three moons ago. Therefore, he was the one who could point them in the direction of who asked for his services about the necklace.

Once they knew who had asked for the jewelry, they’d find the trail of the conspirator and the conspiracy itself. The only problem was the artist had gone missing and his family didn’t see him for a while now, hence the interrogations. Though they always ended with a dramatic hail to hydra.

The only positive prospect of this mess was that someone from the Noble House of Hydra was meddling and working from the shadows to keep things out of the spotlight. The question was why someone from Hydrarr Realm, let alone from such important family, would go so many lengths to interfere with Sokovian politics?

As the night advanced, they got rid of the body and returned to their “house” for this mission. However, as soon as they entered the brothel, something seemed off.

The ladies seemed tense, the men and women attending the house were forcibly enjoying their evening in a way that verged the suspicious. Then, you saw a blade and another. Before you could warn your friend, he was already drawing his sword and attacking the closest person his metal could find.

“Get him, I’m sure he’ll make a nice slave. As for the girl, you may have your way with her, then kill her.” A man with broad shoulders and thick beard spat orders to his goons as he strolled towards Barton, drawing his sword.

‘The nerve of him’ You mused angrily. ‘Do all men in this city underestimate women?’ You attacked the person closest to you, which happened to be a woman, but she never stood the chance. Nor your next opponent who tried to use a double hand sword in a place full of furniture.

Really? This was combat rules 101. Small blades for small places.

One single movement of your sword and the man was no more. You jumped over a sofa when two men tried to strike at the same time, the first lost his arm and the second his life.

From the corner of your eye, you kept track of Barton’s whereabouts, and saw him struggling with two opponents plus the big, bearded guy. The leader of this attack.

“Greygov!” Someone shouted and the bearded man turned just in time to block your attack. He laughed rather maniacally when he parried your sword one more time.

He invested, and with a start, you knew you couldn’t beat him in this sword game. So, you stepped to the side, grabbed his extended arm and climbed through his body using his leg as step and pressed your own legs around his neck in a chokehold.

Two heartbeats later and the man fell. Quickly, you pulled your sword again and rested your blade on his neck, while your hand kept a firm grip on his collar. He knew you had his life at the palm of your hand.

You had Greygov kneeled in front of you, his back pressed against your front, and you were about to slice the life out of him when he spoke. “You didn’t mention you were a weirded, fighter woman.”

“Conversation was short, if I’m not mistaken.” You supplied and he laughed, more like growled, louder than someone in his position should.

“Do it, girl.” He basically asked you to end his life.

What was wrong with these people?

Regardless of your intentions in conceding his wish, a clap of hands filled the room that death had recently claimed, except for you, Barton and Greygov, who was still kneeled.

The source of the sarcastic applause was the one and only Wanda Maximoff, who waltzed into the destroyed saloon with all her glory in a crimson red gown. Her hair cascaded down past her shoulders and framed her face flawlessly and her lips, they had never looked so red before.

She was a walking masterpiece.

For a second, your hand with a death grip on Greygov’s collar faltered. It’s been almost three moons since you last saw her, yet she was still the epitome of perfection. If anything, she seemed almost ethereal to you.

The intensity portrayed by her eyes were like a punch in your stomach, but you held her gaze, nonetheless. This woman did things to you without even trying and she didn’t even know the power she had over you.

Or maybe she did know and did it on purpose.

You wanted to smile but you bit back and remained stoic. Your face would not betray your heart.

“When I heard about two outsiders leaving a trail of corpses, never in my life I’d guess that it was you.” Wanda spoke solely looking at you as if her eyes could devour your soul right then and there.

“And here I thought we were being subtle about it.” You didn’t know whether her comment was coated with sarcasm or not, but yours surely dripped with it. Every single body was a message to the next victim.

“Why are you here?” She demanded but you wouldn’t back down.

“Could you show some manners, Princess? This is our house and these fine gentlemen decided to pay us a visit, though I must say we partied too hard tonight.”

“Enough.” She yelled and you blinked. She was tense and you could see it.

“Romanoff, take Greygov and whoever was left alive. I want answers this time. Remove his teeth if that means he’ll live long enough to share some of his memories with us.” Wanda’s eyes were dark and the man by your feet whimpered lightly when her gaze fell on him.

You couldn’t blame him, though. Few people wouldn’t cower under such scrutiny, for Wanda’s eyes were filled with pure power.

“I already took a few, but one could never be sure.” Your sly smile came to your lips almost involuntarily. You knew this would rile Wanda and the hell if you loved her hatred directed at you. Somehow, she was even more beautiful mad and angry.

If you couldn’t have her, at least you’d have her attention. Because there was something about her that made you desperate for her attention and you knew how short her patience was when it came to you doing or speaking infuriating things.

“You, outsider. Follow me.” Wanda commanded and, though you were about to throw a remark, you realized that she didn’t use your title. She didn’t reveal your true identity. So, you followed her.

On your way out, you saw Bishop already offering some bandages to Clint so your friend could patch up some of his wounds. When you locked eyes, you nodded at him.

Outside the two-store building that you and Clint were residing in for the past weeks, you saw two horses ready and waiting to be mounted. Two other guards were guarding said horses. The night was pitch black and there wasn’t a single soul walking the streets.

Though, one could never be sure, especially in this neighborhood.

You watched as the redhead mounts her horse, and you pick the other. The woman doesn’t even spare you a glance, so you silently follow her. Several minutes later, you’re walking on a different neighborhood, not that you knew which one, but the houses were bigger, fancier.

Then, Wanda drops to her feet and walk towards a specific house. The exterior was imposing, vibrating colors and the riches promised outside were indeed founded when you followed her inside.

The room you were at was rather small but beautifully decorated with paintings and tapestries. The details of the furniture screamed Essos design and, though you didn’t climb to the second floor, you knew the room above would be just as elegant as the one you were in.

The place was warm and inviting, especially after riding a horse in a cold night. For a stance, there isn’t smoke or spice impregnating the place. It was warm without using the common subterfuges.

“What is this place?” You asked, after taking in every single detail you could from the room you’re standing in. “And please, don’t say it’s a house.” You added mocking an annoyed tone.

“This is the type of answer you should expect from someone like you.” Wanda spoke, closing the door after giving some orders to her men. “I’m educated; therefore, I’ll clarify that this house belongs to the crown. Dignitaries or emissaries from other realms stay in places like this if they wish not to stay in the castle.”

“Fancy house.” You reply, still looking around. But this time you do so to avoid the weight of her eyes. There was an energy emanating from Wanda that you couldn’t put your finger on, but it was starting to feel overwhelming. “Does this mean I’m now your prisoner?”

“What?” Wanda tilted her head to side, brows furrowed.

“You took me from the brothel and brought me here. What do you want?” You asked, now looking directly at her.

“What do I want?” She snorted, exasperated. “Are you mad?” It’s possible to see her face turning red with anger.

You knew there were some flags about her stance, but you stood your ground. Wanda Maximoff could be stubborn all she wanted, for you were just the same. “I’m afraid I don’t follow, Princess.”

“What were you thinking?” She shouted, patience waning little by little. Wanda couldn’t, for the life in her, understand how you could be so blind. And stupid. “Coming into Wolfgang! Don’t you see how dangerous this place is for you?”

The northern princess shakes her head, it’s unbelievable how reckless you were. “Want to get yourself killed? To enrage your mother so she can march with the whole south until she’s breaking our necks with her bare hands?”

“Look, you don’t need to get so worked up. Barton and I were keeping a low profile, the corpses were there, but no one really knew that we were the culprits.” You rested your back on a table behind you, but your arms were crossed on your chest as if to protect you from her energy.

“You can’t parade around my city leaving a track of dead people behind. What do you think this is?” Wanda snarls, and it was plain to see that she was annoyed at your actions. But you couldn’t dwell on her wellbeing right now, there was too much at stake.  

“We were investigating, Wanda. Don’t know if you forgot, but last time you and I were in the same room a fucking assassin tried to kill us both. To kill me.” You shouted back, patience long gone. “Someone is playing with us, and I want to know who the fuck is.”

“And you think I’m not aware of this? But someone is bound to learn who’s behind this creepy investigation of yours. You won’t do this anymore, I demand you.” Wanda’s tone was enlaced with an emotion that you couldn’t grasp, her eyes burned but it wasn’t hatred anymore.

“Why not?” You ask simply, ignoring her demand. You wanted to get to the bottom of this, but you couldn’t if the princess kept interfering with your business.

“Don’t you see how dangerous this is?” She repeated, louder this time, frustrated with your lack of perspective. “You pulled off with Greygov’s men because they didn’t know who you really are, but they won’t hesitate in kill you.” Her eyes turned soft for the first time that evening. “And by the gods, if they ever learn who you really are, I don’t even wanna know.”

“What’s the matter?” You shot back. Her worries ignited some sort of fire in you, yet you didn’t have a name for it. The air was impregnated with some sort of tension that could be sliced with a sword; it was suffocating.

“What’s the matter?” She repeated your words, exasperatedly. “Are you insane? Or just can’t see past your reckless ass?” Wanda ran her hands through her hair, now beyond angry.

You smirked, internally, at her choice of words, the Wanda you knew from the past would never use such mundane words. Yet here she was, speaking freely like a commoner as she always claimed she’d never.

“If I get killed is just a win-win for you, isn’t it?” Your eyes were harder than obsidian, death never frightened you. Failure does. “One less lioness to kill. Don’t need to act like you care about-”. You could never finish your sentence, for she cut you off before you could continue your little speech.

“Only I care.” Her voice went from full power to small, devoid of strength, yet it lit the flames in your heart. “I wish I didn’t, but I do care about you.” Her green eyes bored into you with the same force as thousands of horses would.

They were limpid, crystal clear. She meant every single word.

Once more, everything was Wanda.

You lunched your body forward and kissed her fiercely. You poured into a searing kiss every emotion you’ve bottled up inside your chest and oh you saw heaven when she laced her hands behind your shoulders, pulling you closer.

“You’re stupid.” She muttered between kisses, and you smiled at her.

“I know.” You replied right before leaning in for another round of pleasure obtained through her lips. Then, both pulled back a little for air and Wanda rested her forehead on yours, eyes closed in a bliss.

“I’ve missed you.” You whispered, as if afraid of speaking any louder could startle her and she’d flee back to the walls she keeps around her heart. As if any louder could break the moment and you’d realize it’s nothing but a dream. Again.

Apparently, you shouldn’t have spoken at all, for a second later, Wanda pulled back as if your skin was setting hers on fire. You watched as she took few steps back, shaking her head lightly the same way one does when they need to focus.

“This is a mistake.” Her words pierced through your skin sharper than any blade.

“Wanda-” You try but she cuts you again.

“No.” This time, her eyes are sad, and she’s long gone back to the walls she built around herself. “You are the Princess of Taharr, and you’re not supposed to be here or doing what we just did.”

It’s plain to see that she speaks as if trying to convince or remember herself of the situation you were in. You wouldn’t forget your duty but couldn’t deny your feelings towards her either. There should be a way of doing both.

“You don’t believe that.” You tentatively try, heart pounding on your ribcage.

“I- I do!” She asserts, but you caught her light stutter. She’s afraid of something. The same thing that’s been holding her back since Fury Valley and your first kiss. “I hate you.” She vowed.

“You just kissed me.” You snorted, slightly confused at her sudden change of heart. It was easier to follow a whiplash than the woman in front of you.

“So what?” Wanda snorts but you see right through her. Trying to hide something, she derisively retorts. “Who said I can’t kiss someone just because I hate them?” The redhead flashes you a smirk but it’s all for a show.

Squinting your eyes, you ignore her snide remark for the moment and try to see past her words to grasp what was behind it. Her eyes, her stance… everything felt like it was backwards. She wasn’t just fooling around when she kissed you. You felt how she meant it, for her passion still burned your very own tongue.

You take one step towards her and try again. “What are you so afraid of?” Your voice was soft, you had never felt so vulnerable before as you do now.

“You.” It was your turn to be startled by her voice, or by what she had just said. “I- Yo-… I don’t understand the things I feel when I’m around you. Or with you.” Wanda voices, for the first time, out loud, part of all the trouble she’d been guarding inside her heart.

“Well, I do.” You take another step and lock eyes with the goddess standing in front of you. “I know that I never felt this way for no one and whenever you’re gone I just can’t-.” You search your poor brain but there aren’t words to express what you feel. You too don’t quite understand, you’re so new to this.

You’re so new to love, because all this time you’ve been doing war. Up and down. Left and right. Even the one thing that could resemble to love in your life was, in the end, part of a ploy. Politics.

“Can’t?” The Scarlet Knight asked, and her voice brought you out of your head, out of your search. Wanda looked at you curiously, and genuinely waiting for you to explain something that you couldn’t.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.” You said, finally, and you saw the ghost of a smile gracing her lips, only for it to fade back into a thin line.

“You’re my enemy.” She says one more time and were you counting, you’d have surpassed the number of the stars in the sky with how many times she tried to remember herself or you of that little important fact.

“You sound like a broken tune, Maximoff.” A dashing smile comes to your lips as you remember the last time you spoke that exact same sentence to her. It felt like a lifetime ago, but her scent still invaded your nostrils.

Just like now.

Once more, you were one step away from her and you could see her eyes darting from your eyes to your lips. Searching for something that only the gods could know. Yet, you stood there. Waiting.

“You know what I hate the most about you?” Her eyes narrow, but you catch a hint of humor on her rhetorical, what makes your grin go wider. “I hate your perfect teeth.”

Your laugh filled the room entirely. You loved the passion seeping through every single word coming out of her mouth and you knew she meant it. Wanda never lied; she just didn’t understand that hate didn’t fit in it anymore.

“If you really hate me would be so much easier for you, wouldn’t it?” You ask shuffling closer to her, without taking a proper step. Wanda, much like a wild mare, tended to see danger on the slightest of movements. Or words.

“Who said I don’t really hate you?” The redhead dropped her hands to her hips, consternation covering her like a coat. The action made your knees weak, her beauty verges the unholiness.

Boldly, you grabbed her cheeks with your hands as to lock her in place. “If that’s so, look into my eyes and say it.” You defied, there was a confidence present in your words that you didn’t feel it in yourself.

But after so many years practicing to hide your fears and let people see what they expected to see, hide your true feelings was now an easy feature or accessible tool whenever you needed it. Like the exact moment you were in.

Your eyes focused on hers, and this close, they were bigger than the moon. Certainly, they could swallow you inside her pools without sparing you a second to think if you knew how to swim. Right then and there, they invited you to dive in without a promise that you’d ever come back.

As for Wanda, she felt as though her heart was about to jump out of her chest and every inch of her skin burned, a very good and pleasant burn, where your hands touched her. She could feel the softness which you held her despite your calloused hands.

She could see, written in your eyes, just how scary this was for you. It was scary, indeed. All Wanda had come to know was hate, yet she hated how fast her heart beats whenever you flash that smile, whenever your eyes tried to pierce her soul.

She hated how physically gut-wrenching her jealousy was the second she learnt that you were in a brothel, with so many women at your disposal. She hated how, whenever you were around, nothing else mattered to her.

She hated, foremost, how desperately torn she felt when, right after touching your heavenly lips with hers, she thought she’d lose you. Wanda Maximoff was scared that she wasn’t good enough to protect you. From the world. From herself.

“I- I-.” She tried, but again, the words faltered. Wanda closed her eyes, suddenly, too tired to keep trying to fight back the emotions hidden, buried in her chest.

“I hate that I adore you.” The statement seemed to resonate on the walls and lingered.

The redhead felt a pair of oh so soft lips touching her forehead tenderly, then your hands leaving her face. She had to physically stop herself from whining at the loss of contact, but soon your hands were back, this time picking her up bridal style.

She let her head fall on to your shoulder as you climbed the stairs. The bedroom was even more beautiful than you expected, but you didn’t have eyes for anything else other than the beauty resting in your arms.

Carefully, you lowered her and laid Wanda on the bed. You could see how tense and how tired she was. She deserved to rest. You brushed few strands of her silky hair out of her face just so you could engrave her perfection on to your mind, then, kissed her one more time and left.

Though, you couldn’t have gone so far but the door until her voice echoed throughout the room again and stopped you in your tracks.

“Where are you going?” She asked, already climbing off the bed.

“You’re tired.” You reply matter-of-factly as if this could explain your absence when the real reason was that now it was your turn to be scared. The things you felt for Wanda went beyond your imagination, but you knew you didn’t want to mess things up and treat her any less than she should be treated.

“Don’t leave.” Wanda asked, now closer to you. So much so that goosebumps shot up and down your spine. “Please.” A hand – her hand reaches, tentatively, for yours and it’s so tender and so warm that it hurts.

She makes you turn to look at her and, once you do, her eyes sparkled in the poor light coming from the fireplace in a way that was utterly unfair with your heart. She slips one hand over your cheek, and you lean into her touch as if touch-starved for centuries.

The thump of your heart was so loud in your ears that you thought she’d be able to hear it too. However, she rested her other hand over your chest, and she did feel the thundering going on beneath her soft palm. Her eyes trailed from her hand to your eyes in that inquisitorial way without saying any word and by the gods, you were metaphorically on your knees for Princess Wanda Maximoff of Sokovia.

Smut Part Part 9

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You Deserve To Be Here

Pairing- Stephen Strange x Fem!Sorcerer!Reader, Mention of Wanda Maximoff x Reader(platonic)

Summary: Your crimes against the multiverse and Kamar Taj are pardoned, something Stephen doesn't agree with. Feelings are hurt and confessed.

Warnings: Multiverse of madness spoilers, Enemies to lovers, Angst, Cursing, Mentions of death, Unrequited love, Daddy kink, Unprotected sex, Oral sex(f receiving), Creampie, Praise kink.

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Strange had every right to hate you. You helped Wanda destroy Kamar Taj, murder almost everyone in it, try to take away America's powers and kill the Illuminati.  It wasn't entirely your own doing, so thankfully, there weren't any serious repercussions. You were corrupted by the darkhold, Wanda and your desire to be with your family again. With Wanda gone, (you weren't sure whether she was dead or alive), you had to take the blame for her actions. After all, you were trained in the Sanctum and at Kamar Taj, you betrayed them. 

"Watch where you're going, no reading and walking in the Sanctum," Strange sneered as you accidentally bumped into him.

"It was an accident and that's a stupid rule," you sneered back.

"Was also allowing Sara to be killed an accident? She was your friend."

Every chance he got, he took a jab at your actions. You already acknowledged your wrongs, what more did he want. You had no energy in you to argue and so you stormed away to your room.

Just like Wanda, you lost everything, the sanctum was all you had but you needed more. She convinced you to help her get America, then she would get you to a universe where your family was alive and you were with Stephen.

Secretly, you craved his validation and his love but you gave up and kept up the front that you hated him just as much as he hated you. He had always hated you, and now more than ever.

Later that night after crying for what felt like hours, you were finally about to leave your room but closed it as soon as you saw Stephen passing by. He quickly noticed that you had been crying. He had only seen you cry one other time before, when he had been snapped back and seeing you in that state hurt him more than the first time.

This time you were crying because of him. You closed the door and sat on the floor, your head leaning against it and waiting for him to pass by. Instead of his footsteps receding, they stopped outside your door and he sat down just as you were, your backs against each other, separated by the thick wood.

You both sat there silently, all that could be heard were the other sorcerers in the Sanctum--the few that hadn't perished. 

"You don't deserve to be here. You don't deserve to be here after having so much blood on your hands. You deserve to suffer the same fate 838 Doctor Strange did, the same fate Wanda did," he spat, breaking the silence.

"And you think I don't know that? You think I don't wish I died like Wanda did? Fuck you Strange," you said, your voice cracking. 

His jaw clenched, regretting his words and for a second, he contemplated comforting you but he left you behind the door, wallowing in guilt and remorse. 

After he left, the waterworks began and when they started, they didn't stop. Deep down, you knew he was right. If it were anyone else Wong would've casted them out. You didn't deserve to be there. 

The next morning, you didn't leave your room. Not to train, read books in the library or for food and Stephen noticed. Instead, you opened a portal to a pizza place and bought a box but when it was time to eat, you remembered the Sorcerer's words and lost your appetite. You slept all day, too ashamed and hurt to leave you room to see his face.

The next night, after another day of you isolating yourself, he put his ego aside and walked up to your room and knocked. His sling ring clinked as he did and he waited impatiently.

"Go away Strange," you finally answered.

"I'm not leaving until you open this door," he replied.

"Are you here to tell me that I don't deserve to be here?" you asked.

There was a pause.

"No Y/N. I was wrong for saying that," he sighed.

There was another pause before a click of a lock was heard and the door opened. Even in your depressive state, you still looked as beautiful as ever.

"What do you want?" Your tone was less harsh than it was before.

"You were being reasonable Y/N, in some sick and twisted way, you were. You lost so much, you lost the only family you had ever known and you just wanted to be with them again. To find the happiness you once had. I don't blame you Y/N. Another version of me did the same thing, destroyed the world and stole as much power as he could to get his love back. I was wrong for what I said. You deserve to be here. You deserve happiness," Stephen said.

A tear fell down your cheek at his sincere apology and you gave him a small smile. The first smile you had ever gave him, the first time you weren't butting heads.

"I'm sorry Stephen, I truly am. I've realized that losing my family was an Absolute Point in time, in every single universe, I lost them and I was selfish." Your voice gave out and eventually, you broke out into sobs.

Stephen's arms unexpectedly wrapped around you and he entered the room, kicking the door shut. The cloak of levitation wiped your tears and you gave them another smile.

You slowly let go of each other, silence falling as you stared longingly into each other's eyes. 

His eyes averted down to your lips and before you knew it, your lips were locked in an intense kiss.

His large hand cupped your cheek, his sling ring cold against it as he deepened the kiss. It was filled with passion and need. His tongue lightly brushed against yours and he explored your mouth as if he was a starving man.

Pulling away to catch your breaths, his eyes were lust blown and his lips red.

"God, I've always wanted to do that," he admitted.

"Me too," you smiled, rubbing the grey hair at his temples that you had always found weirdly hot.

"Do you want this? Can I..." he trailed off, his cheeks getting red.

You took his shaky hands and placed them under your shirt, giving him the go ahead to tug it off. His breath hitched as your body was left only clad in your thong in front of him.

"You're stunning," he said, flabbergasted, "can I touch you?"

You took his hands and placed them on your soft breasts. He gently kneaded them and flipped you round, pushing you against the door. You shivered as he pressed his lips on your neck, kissing and sucking.

"Stephen, baby," you moaned as he pinched your nipples and continued sucking on your neck.

Your moans were even sweeter than he imagined. No melodious music could compare to it and he swore he could've came right there.

He captured your lips in another kiss, more hungry than the first time. He placed his hands under your ass signaling you to jump and wrap your legs around his waist. 

"Mm- bed," you whimpered into the kiss and he eagerly complied, placing you on the bed. He broke this kiss and knelt between your legs. He kissed your clothed pussy, then your inner thighs and bit them.

"Lift your hips sweetheart," he whispered, tugging at your underwear. You lifted your hips and he threw the piece of fabric to the side. 

"Fuck," he muttered lowly. You were absolutely drenched for him, your juices practically dripping on the clean sheets.

"Is this all for me?" he asked, scooping the wetness onto his finger and swiping across your clit.

"All for you daddy," you moaned.

His eyes darkened with lust even more at the title, practically black compared to his normal blue hues. He brought his fingers to your lips and you gladly sucked them off, humming at your sweet taste. You always thought he was daddy material.

He spread your legs and with his eyes on yours, licked from your entrance to your clit. A wave of pleasure coursed through your body and your hands went to his hair, holding onto it as he devoured you. He focused on your clit, taking the bundle of nerves into his mouth and sucking. He flicked it with his tongue, your breathy and high pitched moans encouraging him. 

He sucked your inner thighs that were smeared with your wetness then teased your hole with his tongue before slipping his tongue inside.

"Daddy, fuck, just like that. Please," you cried.

Your pussy spasmed around his tongue and before you could give him a heads up, you squirted into his mouth. He lapped up all your juices, sucking as if you were his favourite drink.

You slid off the bed and went on your knees as he shed his robes onto the floor.

"No princess, it's about you tonight, yeah? Forget about me," he smiled, his hand rubbing your cheek.

He lifted you up and gently threw you onto the bed, causing you to giggle. It was just then that you took notice of his large, hard, leaking cock. You'd never been with someone as large as him and you were a bit skeptical he would fit.

"I'll fit darling, don't sweat," he smirked cockily.

You sat up and scooped your juices into your hand then slowly pumped his cock. He threw his head back as your small hand gripped and stroked his cock before you were satisfied he was lubed up enough. 

He hovered over your naked body and planted kisses on your forehead, nose and lips before lining the tip with your dripping hole.

"Are you ready? It's not too late to stop, I completely understand if you don't want to go through with this," he whispered, taking your hand.

Truth is, he was terrified you had come to your senses and remembered your hatred for him.

"I want to baby," you smiled and kissed his sling ring.

You squeezed his hand a little as he slowly entered your warm pussy. He felt like he had died and gone to Heaven. Your eyes shut as the pleasure overtook you, his cock going deeper and deeper until he couldn't fit. He bottomed out and teased your clit with his tip and collected your wetness before slipping back into your pussy.

"So perfect, so good," he moaned into your ear.

"Daddy," you moaned.

Hearing you moan and finally adjust to his size, he couldn't help but drive into you harder. He was supposed to meet Wong earlier but he completely forgot, only thinking of the way your tight pussy was squeezing his cock.

As he thrusted into you, his lips brushing on yours, you could feel that familiar feeling building inside you. The breathy moan he let out in your ear did it for you, and your orgasm shot through you causing you to whimper and jolt under him.

"Good girl. Such a good girl for me. You're even more beautiful when you cum," he said, kissing your forehead.

Two orgasms in and you were already exhausted and your legs were jelly.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head feeling your warm juices coat his cock and he hardened even more inside you.

Your eyes fluttered shut, feeling his thrusts grow sloppier and more frantic.

"Eyes on me pretty girl." You opened your eyes, your lips parted as his cock brushed against your cervix over and over.

He pressed down on your clit with his thumb as he thrusted harshly, your body jolting upwards. Before you knew it, you could feel heat pool in your lower belly and you wrapped your legs around the Sorcerer.

"Daddy, gonna cum," you sobbed into his ear.

"Cum for daddy then princess, keep your eyes open and soak daddy's cock," he growled.

At his command, you rolled your hips, meeting his thrusts and came on his cock. The intense orgasm had you clawing his muscular back, leaving long red lines. He groaned at the stinging but pleasurable feeling.

The feeling of your juices once again coating his length made his third eye open and you stared up at it in awe as it stared back at you.

''You're so submissive for me," he smirked.

He rolled his hips slowly, savoring your warm wetness before he let his seed spurt into you and paint your walls white, all three of his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

"Fucking hell," he breathed as his cum filled you to the brim. You milked him dry, your pussy squeezing him as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

As soon as his load was emptied inside you, he collapsed on the bed and pulled you closer. He kissed your temple, then your forehead as you snuggled close to him and laid your head on his chest.

"That was amazing princess.. and I'm sorry for how I've treated you. You never deserved that, I was an asshole," he said.

"I'm sorry too, for everything," you replied, feeling a bit of shame at your actions.

All he did was hug you tight and pull you close and for the first time in years, you felt genuine happiness. 

"You're everything to me Y/N, everything."

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Are We Enemies?

Summary: You and Wanda hate each other, but somehow get trapped in a cave together.

Genre: Enemies to…? Warnings: Cursing, small wounds. Translations: тупица= dumbass. Requested?: Yes/No (please feel free to send me any story requests!)

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The 20-foot tall alien comes sprinting after you and the rest of the team. You see Tony speed ahead and out of view, which makes you regret not having a flying suit made of iron.

He flies back to the group, yelling to take a left, leading into a cave. You take the lead, assuming everyone else is behind you.

You quickly make it into the cave right before the alien sends a blast of energy into the cliff above the entrance. 4 gigantic pieces of rock break away from the cliff and slam to the ground, blocking the cave entrance.

“NO, NO, NO, NO. SHIT!” You yell as you realize the rest of your team was still out there.

At least that’s what you thought, until you saw a glow of red coming from the left of you. You see Wanda’s face illuminated by her hands and you groan.

“Of course you’re the only other person here. Just my fucking luck.” You scoff.

Wanda ignores you and aims her magic at the rocks, using all her force to break them. The glow of red bounces off the rocks, seeming to have done nothing.

She tries this a couple more times, until she throws her hands down in anger.

“Fuck.” She slumps down onto the ground from where she was sitting, the cave falling into total darkness at the absence of her powers.

“Why couldn’t you break the rocks?”

“How would I know, Y/N?” You can’t see her face but you imagine it’s stained with anger.

“Can you be useful for one second and light this stupid cave up? I can’t see a single thing.” Wanda demands.

Luckily, you did have an eternal light source coming out of your fingertips. You snap your fingers and the cave becomes fully lit, and you and Wanda are now able to see each other.

You sigh as you see the redhead you hate so much, who won’t take her eyes off the ground.

“They’ll come back for us, right?” You ask.

“Well they definitely will for me, but not so sure about you, lightbulb.”

“Shut up, Wanda. It’s bad enough that we’re stuck here together, you don’t have to make it worse.” She shakes her head and doesn’t reply, and you’re content with the silence you’ve created.

The only sound you can hear is your team fighting outside. That and Peter telling non-stop jokes to Tony. He never laughs.

After about 15 minutes, you hear a loud thud and some cheers from Peter and Kate.

“Just a tip for future missions, cheering makes you look like amateurs.” Natasha says, her voice being muffled by the cave’s walls.

You hear footsteps coming in your direction and perk up when they reach the entrance.

“Oh, I forgot about these two.” Thor laughs.

“We can hear you, Thor!” Wanda shoots the stone with her powers in frustration.

“Oh, um….Spider-child, why did you say that!” Thor hesitantly yells and you can hear Peter argue with him soon after.

“Are you guys gonna get us out of here, or what?” You’re practically pleading to be free from Wanda at this point.

“Yeah, the thing is, Strange put a protection spell on the boulders after they fell, so the alien couldn’t destroy it while you were vulnerable…” Steve trails off.

“Okay, so just get him to undo the spell.” Wanda scoffs.

“Yeah, that’s the other thing…He’s currently taking the alien back to his own dimension. And, I mean, that’s gonna take a while. Maybe a couple hours? A day?” Tony’s voice is muffled, but you’re able to hear how unaffected by this he is.

“A DAY? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?” Your eyes glow white, as light begins to crackle from your hands.

“Calm down, lightbulb, you don’t want to kill yourself in there.” Kate laughs and you can hear Natasha hit her shoulder.

“Why does EVERYONE keep calling me lightbulb? My powers are COOL!”

“Yes, yes, very cool powers, Y/N. So, uh, we’ll be back in about a day or so. Maybe the cave can serve as a bonding experience and make you guys like each other again. Well…have fun.” You hear Tony’s suit powering up as the avengers say goodbye and leave the two of you alone.

“Unbelievable. It could’ve been anyone else. I’d rather be here with Peter than you, and Lord knows he never shuts up.” You lean against a wall and put your head in your hands, which are still a little warm after your outburst.

“Yeah? Well I’d rather be in Sokovian prison than be here with you.” Her accents peeks through her words, reminding you of her torturous past.

“Like hell you would. It’s not my fault we’re enemies.”

“Really? Are we enemies now?” The Sokovian woman scoffs and looks at you with disbelief.

“Well what would you call us? We never talk anymore and when we do, it’s always so mean.” You sigh as you reminisce what your relationship used to be like.

“You’re the one who started hating me for no reason.” She furrows her eyebrows, maybe in anger, you’ve lost your ability to read her emotions as well as you used to.

“I only started being mean because-“ You stop yourself, not wanting to admit the truth.

“Because of what?” She pursues you, getting closer and closer as she waits.

“Nothing. Nevermind.”

“Seriously? The one time we actually try to resolve this and you’re staying quiet?” You refuse to open your mouth, so Wanda goes back to where she was sitting, and everything goes quiet.

After an hour of boredom, you decide to form a ball of light and start throwing it against the stone walls. Back and forth back and forth.

“Would you stop that, already? It’s giving me a headache.” You decide to give her what she wants and proceed to throw the ball at her head, but it misses and hits her shoulder.

“Fuck, that really hurt!” Wanda sends a blast of red towards you, which knocks your body to the ground.

You position your hands towards her, ready to fire back, when you see Wanda clutching her thigh. You hesitantly lower your arms and slowly walk over to her.

“Did I do that?” You ask worriedly as you see a big gash on her right thigh.

“No, тупица, you hit my shoulder with a ball of light. That weird creature thing did this. I got distracted by something and he sliced my leg with his claws.”

“And you didn’t say anything? I could’ve helped you, Wands.” You both pause at the nickname. That’s what you used to call her before everything went to shit.

You stare into each other’s eyes for a moment before Wanda pulls herself away from your grasp.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t think you’d care.” You sigh sadly as you bring your hand up to her wound.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Did you seriously forget that I can heal things with my light?”

“Oh…yeah I guess I did.” You chuckle as a beam of light shines from your hand onto her wound. She winces as it begins closing up, the blood vanishing with a glow.

“Thank you.” Wanda whispers.

“Anytime….It’s not like you to get distracted on a mission.” You try to pry at her for more information.

“We all get distracted sometimes.” She trails off, darting her eyes away from your own.

“We’re gonna be in this cave for a long time, so there’s no point in sparing interesting stories.”

“Okay, fine. It’s not like you’d care and it’s not like I care either, but I was looking at you.” You stay silent for a moment, shocked by what she said.

“Me? Why?”

“I wanted to make sure you were okay. It’s what I always do. I know that we’ve had a falling out but you’re still my sun, Y/N.” You almost tear up when she calls you her sun. You haven’t heard her say that in almost a year.

It remains quiet for a while, neither of you knowing what to say.

“Vision.” You break the silence.

“What?” Wanda questions softly.

“The reason I stopped talking to you…it was because of Vision.”

“Why? What did he do? He was always so nice to you, even when you insulted him.”

“I know, I know, I just couldn’t stand the fact that-“ You immediately stop yourself, knowing that you can’t reveal this to Wanda.

“Come on, don’t do this again.” She begs.

“I couldn’t stand the fact that he got to be with you and I didn’t.” The words tumbled out of your mouth and the light in the cave got dimmer.

“Don’t let your light dim, you don’t have to be embarrassed.” You blush at how well she knows you.

“Thank you for telling me, Y/N.” Your smile slowly diminishes at her words.

“Is that all you have to say?” You ask half heartedly.

“Well…I’m sorry. I’m with vision. Whatever we had in the past I had to let go of.”

“So you admit we had something?”

“I uh, Y/N, I don’t really…”

“You don’t what? It’s a yes or no answer, Wanda. Did you like me?”

“I mean- uh…I’m with Vision, Y/N. What do you expect me to say?” Her eyes are pleading with you to stop.

“Why is Vision stopping you from saying what you feel? He’s not here. Did you like me?”

“Maybe I- Y/N, that doesn’t matter. I have a boyfriend, I couldn’t do that to Vis.” You shake your head and slump down at your original spot, regretting coming over to her at all.

You take one last look at her with her head in her hands, before you snap your fingers. The light in the cave vanishes, and you two don’t have to look at each other anymore.

You hear Wanda lay down and you do the same, thinking some rest would be good after such a long fight.

You shut your eyes and drift to sleep, only to wake up to the pattering of rain and the clapping of thunder. You quickly sit up and look around, seeing nothing but black.

Thunder storms have terrified you ever since you were a kid, the harsh weather felt like a hand crushing the light from your heart. You freaked out every time, and this time was no different.

Of course you had to be in a cave with the woman who just technically rejected you while having a weather attack.

Your breath becomes fast and your hands start to tremble. You curl up into a ball and close your eyes, trying to give yourself some sort of comfort.

You open them to a red glow coming from behind you. You hear Wanda walk up and kneel next to you.

“Hey, lightbulb, you okay?” You frown at the name and don’t bring your head out of your chest. Thunder booms from outside the cave and your breathing gets rapid again.

“You don’t have to be afraid, detka, I’m right here.” She grabs your hand, but you tear it away.

“Stop, you don’t have to do that.”

“Do what?”

“You don’t have to comfort me just because you feel bad for rejecting me.” You say as you bring your hand back to your body.

“What? I just don’t want you to be scared.”

“It’s bad enough that you never liked me, I don’t need you to pity me, too.” She frowns and starts to rub your back.

“That’s not true. It’s just- I don’t know. Vision was there for me when I really needed him and I can’t betray him. No matter how much I want to.” She sighs.

“Betray him? How would you betray him?” You ask softly, your breathing beginning to slow.

“By liking someone else.” Her voice is so quiet you almost think you made it up.

“Who else would you like?” Your heart stops waiting for her response.

“Oh, I don’t know, just a big, stupid, ball of light.” She lies down next to you and you turn to face her.

“What? You like me?”

“Maybe a little bit.” She smiles and so do you.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I thought you hated me! If I would’ve known it was because you liked me then I would’ve told you a lot sooner.” Her laugh echoes throughout the cave.

You chuckle as you nervously bite your lip, not used to being this close to her.

“So uh, what now?” You ask hesitantly.

She smiles and brings her lips to yours. Her lips taste like cinnamon. And blood. She forgot to mentioned a cut on her lip from the fight.

You both smile as she cuddles you to sleep, comforting you from the storm.

“We are never telling Tony that this actually worked.”

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[dude-ihavenoidea]

HELL IS EMPTY

ALL THE DEMONS ARE HERE

Wanda is the Scarlet Witch. After going through the heartbreak of losing her perfect fake life, she cannot settle down with just a real and empty one. Wishing for all that should be impossible to have – it’s just not the most safe choice to make, or the most healthy life to fantasize about, but for her, it’s not a choice at all. Her children. Her boys. They are the last and only source of happiness remaining in her life. And Wanda want… WILL… have them back. She will destroy whatever it takes. Kill whomever is in her way.

But there’s consequences. The living and breathing embodiment of a nightmare, created by the decisions of no one other than the Scarlet Witch herself. All that Wanda should have predict, and all that she will never forget.

They are equals – with a destructive mind and the power to end it all. Two sides of the same blood stained coin.

Warning ⚠️ ⚠️ This story will contain talks of depression, anxiety, grief, gruesome murder and other sensitive topics. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

A/N: DOCTOR STRANGE: MoM SPOILERS! I intend to make this a small series, after seeing the movie I just could not stop thinking about it.

English is not my native language, so there might be some mistakes. Sorry!

Anyway, enjoy!

Part 01

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Doctor Strange used to be happy. After the last fill months, the blip and the battle against the Mad Tyrant – Thanos, things have not looked as bright as they used to. Sure, they haven’t for a while now. Being someone devoted to his responsibilities just as extraordinary as he’s abilities – things can get… complicated. Maintaining a personal life is just as hard as any mission to safe the entire universe.

The woman he loved just got married.

Five years away, it was hard to keep up with things. But, married? Getting the invitation felt like a slap to the face. Watching the ceremony imagining himself standing in the altar, waiting anxiously for the love of his life, and then, waking up from the day dreaming with a smiley and giggly ‘I do’, said by man who should be him? Yeah, things were not looking great.

And they just went downhill…

Fighting in the street with a giant, slimy monster that destroyed a dozen of cars, a bus, the whole side of a building and then a few stop lights just to get to this one teenager. The same one that not only stole his ring, and tried to run away with it, but confirmed that his recent nightmares are real –, lives from different universes.

By the time one in the afternoon round up in his beaten up clock, Strange had already seen a corpse of himself. Witch he buried illegally, in the ground of the top the building. And by the next morning he had dozens of friends and fellow sorcerers dead. All littering the floors of the supposed to be sacred and untouched land of Kamar-Taj. The closest thing he had to call home. Destroyed.

It was a lot to deal with just so little time.

To make things even better, people kept asking him if he was happy. Like, come on. Were they joking? Could they not see by the tiredness in his eyes, small cuts and bruises in he’s face, and all the small little red flags on he’s demeanor that, in fact, Doctor Strange was just a bad decision away from fucking everything up?

America could. The scared, yet though looking teenager seemed to be the exception. Besides, of course, Wong. America could see that this Strange was still trying to make everything right, even when he actually wasn’t. That was the proof needed. He was different. This Steven Strange was different. Not a version that would betray her in the last moment out of despair, and try to absorb her powers just like the monsters chasing her between worlds.

This version of Strange was no perfect man, he was actually far from it. And this imperfections shaped he’s will to do the right thing, even if it is the hardest one. Just like he had done once, against Thanos.

Ghosts from the past, haunt the future. It’s everyone’s choice to decide if they will forever control their minds, or not. Strange choose no. But only if everyone choose the same. Maybe universes wouldn’t be stuck between the war of grief.

The idea was simple enough. After almost dying – again –, and Wanda losing the dark hold, the duo knew that getting the damn book and keeping it away from her, was the right thing to do. Or at least, the only chance they had at the moment. So, America jumped them into another universe, and they landed in the most depressing place they’ve ever seen.

A home. Clean enough to let them know that someone lived here, but without furniture. Just a hollow, black and white prison – it was as the colors had ran away, something out of an old movie. America felt something wrong in the air, Steven walked carefully. They could cut the tension with a knife.

Wisely, America stood behind. Watching the flanks while Steven keeps his eyes glued to the end of the hallway. This weird felling in his chest alerting him to get ready. Someone was there, waiting in the living room. The top of his cape standing at the sides of his face protectively.

They round the hallway, foot squishing the old looking white carpet and stopped. Not even a single move. America was so tense that she couldn’t even breath. The silence was deafening, and made both feel like they were not where they supposed too.

A couple of pictures, framed, stud alone in the floor showered by the faded light of the window. No, this place is private. It’s story was melancholic, saddening. The whole atmosphere felt like screaming them to leave. Run away and never came back. To not let its dark history to overcome their minds and control their reason.

In the corner of the squared living room, a woman.

Hair a bit tangled, face red with tears that she didn’t have anymore. The sadness in her eyes made America flinch, and Strange realize that pain could hurt even more than what he already knew. It scared him. To have the proof that someone can go far beyond hell and just, keep going. Stumbling in search of something. Anything at all.

She was seated in the only chair remaining in the house. No one lived with her anyway, she was alone. Silent, at first she could be easily taken by dead. But no, she was very much alive. Her body framed with this undulating warmth, dark like the most concrete shadow Strange has ever seen, and yet, alive like a fire. The color of her eyes pulsating out of the blackness surrounding it like ink, which could capture anyone’s attention. Similar to the intriguing dance of the waves in the sea.

Between her slim and long paled fingers, the Blackhold. Seemingly a lot less heavier than the chaos it’s pages could cause.

“Took you long enough”, she murmured with a raspy voice and extended her arm. The book waiting in the palm of her hand.

The cape moved in Strange’s shoulders, not liking how easy it seemed to be finally getting what they were looking for. Something so important, to be handed without a battle? America clenched her fists. Something seemed off.

Sensing the tension in the air, the woman waved a hand. The empty house changed, Strange expected dead apple trees, red angry skies and dark clouds with the smell of dark magic lurking around, like it was alive and waiting to pounce. Instead, he sees nothing. Just darkness, a feel itches of water above the ground and the lonely shine of a light far up, pale and faded like the light of the sun before. Around them, no walls, no view. It felt like the bottom of the ocean, he could actually sense the numbness touch he’s skin like an unwanted hug.

“Better?”, she asked without really wanting to know the answer. Strange just looked at her, obviously uncomfortable. America keep looking in to the darkness, felling anxious and paranoid. She could swear that something would run at them any moment now. “There’s nothing there”, the teenager looked to her surprised. Did she just read my mind?

“It’s a projection. All you see… It can’t hurt you now, it’s… it’s in the past…”, America frowned even more. “Now, take the damn book”.

“You’ll just give it to us. Just like that”, she doubted it.

“No. I expect something in return”, the ominous woman denied and Strange prepared himself for a fight. “I want a ride”, she said.

He blinked, looked to America and back at her, like she just talked to him in Spanish. “I’m sorry, what?”. The woman took a deep breath and slouched in her chair. Her dark eyes moving to America with a sense of obviousness that made them realize exactly what she wanted. “You want to go to another universe”.

“Yes”, she responded easily.

“Why? You don’t want to get your imaginary kids back to, right?”, Strange said with exhaustion. Having no idea who this woman was, and being way too stressed with the treat of a collapsing multiverse to care.

She took a long and calming breath. The darkness around them came to life with a low rumble that both could fill vibrating in their ribs, like it could squeeze the air out of their lungs and pop their hearts faster than they could feel the pain.

“They may not be real in your reality, but in this one… they were”, her voice cracked a bit, a dangerous mix of loss and rage that felt almost the same as Wanda’s.

Past sentence. America hated the felling creeping in her chest, almost freezing her in place again. The woman closed her eyes and the darkness dissipated to let the hollow home show around them. No bright colors, no happiness, the felling in the air was the same, but the view changed.

She looked to the left, guiding them both to the couple of pictures. Broken glass and damaged framing, but the color in the printing was far more alive than anything else in there. Even her. Big smiles and bright brunet hair. Two boys playing in the yard with a ball, Wanda seemed to call them both back home. The sun shining in the sky, no clouds, just the never ending blue above the front of that same house.

The second one, was a little more simple. The woman had a book in her lap, eyes closed while Wanda kissed her forehead. Both of them cozy and warm under the blankets, and wearing matching weeding rings –, the silly secret of a random midnight conversation kept away from the world by a closed door. The vulnerability was different from the one visible now. Was a happy one, comfortable and safe.

“I don’t want them back”, she said after a minute of heavy silence, “I now how the multiverse works. They would not be mine…”, the broken little whisper felt like an iceberg in the air. “And, I know, that I don’t exist in other universes too. I… shouldn’t even exist in this one. I’m a flaw in the fabric of reality. Like a deviant, but different”.

“A what?”, America whispered. Strange shook his head.

“Who are you, and how do you know so much?”, the demanding tone in his voice almost cracked with a simple look. The darkness called him like power to the weak and penetrated the skin. Steven got goosebumps immediately. She wasn’t even trying to look in to his head, so what in the hell was he felling?

Silence. She just kept looking until it became almost too much.

“If you don’t want them back… then what is it, exactly?” America questioned hurriedly, trying not to stare, sensing the cold breath of air running down her spine. Strange was afraid to, more than she had seen with Wanda.

The duo stud tense. Tiny little orbs of dust danced in the air between them. The silence muffled their ears. Strange could easily count to America’s heartbeat, drumming furiously while they both tried to figure out if that was the right moment to pick up the book and run.

“My name, is Y/n Maximoff. Widow… Widow of Wanda Maximoff”, she controlled the urge of crying like every time she thinks about it.

America’s eyes bulged, Steven swallowed thickly. That was not good. A million dangerous questions started running in their brains as they waited for the answers.

“I know a lot of things”, she continued tiredly, “I learned them when I was a little kid. The blood that runs in my family is ancient and… powerful”, the way she choose her words was flawless. The slight accent was European and very recognizable.

“Are we in Sokovia?”, Strange asked more to himself than any other.

“Yes”, she said dryly.

America clenched her fists; waiting for the answer of the most important question in her mind, like it would be the last piece of the puzzle. The last bit of information that would say if this woman was an ally or just another extremely dangerous enemy. The Darkhold still in her hands, looking even more intimidating then it used to be in Wanda’s.

When Y/n opened her mouth, she turned out to be both.

“I want her dead”.

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[huesohnobro]

You Don't Love Her Masterlist

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I'm so sorry about how sloppy this masterlist is but I dont know how to make it look neat-

I can only add ten links to this page but there are more than ten chapters so this is going to stay pinned to the top to let everyone find chapter 11 a little easier

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[deadlikestorm]

Will you still love me tomorrow?

CHAPTER 1:

They met when they were twelve. Well, he was twelve. She was thirteen. At her young age of thirteen, She had seen some wild things. Her innocence was stripped and she questioned who she truly was now. She had no one to talk to. No one to look up to in a time of need. Everyone she has ever loved, had betrayed her, for a different motive. Sure, they had seen each other before, But they truly had no reason tot talk before she caught Feelings for his friend, Jeremiah. In her eyes Jeremiah was everything. Jeremiah was the perfect boy for her. She had dreamed of asking him out for months, her friends told her not to because he clearly wasnt a good person or a good option But, she did what she wanted and didnt let anyone stop her. Thats one of the reasons she was great in debate. He loved her for that. But she didnt know, she didnt pay enough attention to him in the time being. She was so worried about Jeremiah she didnt care about the others impacted by her actions around her. And thats why he began to hate her. He saw every detail about her, How much she cared & how much Jeremiah didnt. He saw the way Jeremiah treated her and how she allowed it. He hated her for that. So he devoted his life to hating her, because he couldnt help but relate to her in some small way. and he couldnt help but want her even more.

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#teen wolf #teen #teenage love #enemies to friends to lovers #marvel #harry holland x reader #harry/draco #harrymort #wandavision #wanda x you #steve rogers x reader smut #stevetony #stevebucky #bucky imagine #robin buckley #bucky barnes #maddie buckley #the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde #stranger things #strangers to lovers #strangetown #fear street #fear of abandonment #cr fearne #feminization kink

[cloudystevie]

take my heart and start a fire

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pairing || bucky barnes x f!reader

word count || 4566

summary || sam and nat play cupid

warnings || smut! dom! bucky x sub! reader, one bed trope, enemies to lovers, idiots to lovers, degradation, teasing, dry-humping, daddy kink, pussy slaps, dacryphilia, begging, asphyxiation, unprotected sex, aftercare

author's note || 18+ ONLY. hello, one-bed trope with bucky lives in my mind rent free and i decided to do something about it. enjoy! not proof-read yet. feel free to comment, reblog, and send me requests!

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“Alright, we got two rooms, one with just one bed and one with two beds. Should be enough to cover us tonight.” Sam claps his hands together as Bucky slowly walks up to the group. 

This was supposed to be a quick in-and-out mission. It was not easy by any means, but it was nothing the group hadn’t done before. You weren’t even supposed to be here. Usually, you did most of SHIELD’s groundwork, directing and organizing missions alongside Maria. However, due to issues with communication with one particular agent in the previous mission, Fury had instructed you to be on-site to ensure there would be no gaps in the instructions Maria and Steve were relaying. 

Except there was a gap. There was a gigantic gap in communication when you instructed Bucky to cover the cargo trailers in the westbound direction. Still, he decided you were wasting his time, so he left the trailers unattended, where the enemy was then able to take advantage of his isolation and overpower him. Had Natasha not interfered when she did, you did not even want to think about what could have happened. So you let him know just how pissed off you were the whole ride to the nearest motel since the world decided to unleash torrential rain at this very moment which made it impossible for you guys to navigate the jet out of whatever fucking city you were in. 

Bucky didn’t say a single word. Not when you were yelling at him while patching him up. Not when you wouldn't shut the fuck up because he never fucking listened. Not when you were running into the beat-down motel with its flickering sign on its last life while still screaming at him. 

He just stared at you. And he occasionally clenched his jaw. 

This wasn’t the first time Bucky disobeyed your direct order and it wasn’t the first time he got hurt because of that. You understood him, tried to initiate kindness, and extended a friendly hand toward him. But all he ever did was stare at you. He never spoke to you more than he absolutely needed to. He never paid any attention to you when you would hang out with Steve, Sam, or even Nat and Wanda. And it did sting you just a bit. A pang in your heart every time he walked past you like you didn’t exist because you had developed a crush on him since the first time you saw him a few months ago. When you would put a little extra effort into your appearance every morning because he made you feel little butterflies fluttering in the pit of your stomach every time you would even cross paths. 

When you did catch him staring at you, the weight of his eyes unmistakable, your heart rate would increase to match the flutters in your stomach, your cheeks heating under his gaze. He would look away immediately as if thrown out of his trance and catapulted into what he truly felt for you.

Disdain. Disgust. Maybe a little lust. 

God, you hated Bucky Barnes. You hated how you didn’t hate him, not even when he dismissed you somehow even more than he ignored everyone else. 

You were going to share a bed with Nat. Bucky and Sam could get the room with two beds because, of course, that was a reasonable conclusion. 

Apparently fucking not.

“I am not sharing a bed with him!” you screeched at Sam and Nat indignantly while the smug pair stood with faux innocent expressions. They needed you and Bucky to sort out whatever tension was between them by any means necessary.

They stayed silent, and you, ever the chatterbox today, decided to refuse. “Nat, I can’t sleep in the same room as him. He hates me! I can’t sleep when I’m stressed!” You whined, pleading with your best friend to take some pity on you. She knew better than anyone what you felt for Bucky, and she also knew love better than anyone when she saw it. 

Sam and Bucky walked a few steps ahead as you approached your door. 

“Sweetie, you and me are the only ones keeping up comms with Steve and Maria. It makes sense for us to be split up tonight so we can at least direct these morons at the same time and handle any issues faster than we’d be able to if we shared a room and they were in the other one.” Natasha knew she was right, and Sam fought back a smirk as their plan was falling into fruition, given the look on your face.

Bucky remained quiet as if he could not possibly care less if you slept on top of him in bed or a ditch.

You were this close to wishing the latter was your inevitable fate. 

“I hate it when you’re right.” As you approach the doors, you mutter and watch Sam take out the room keys.

Sam offers a small smile as Bucky walks in before you, patting you on the head and giving you a forehead kiss, “sweet dreams, pumpkin,” before shutting the door behind you as you roll your eyes.

“I’m not sleeping on the floor.” Bucky’s voice cut through the uncomfortable silence that had fallen after the lock clicked. His voice was raspy because he hadn’t used it in a while, and you barely held back the shiver that ran down your spine at his tone. 

You take one look at the fraying carpet and decide that it has been years since this floor had some TLC. You look up at him to find his heavy-set eyes already on you, “I’m not sleeping on the floor either.” 

His jaw clenches, and another unreadable emotion swirls in his eyes as he replies, “Guess that settles it, then.” 

You roll your eyes and huff out that you’re jumping in the shower, not waiting for his reply- not that there was one. The water takes a while to warm up, and in the meantime, you peel your clothes off of yourself, dirtied by rainwater and the dirt, debris, and sweat that had accumulated earlier. You step into the shower and try to enjoy the feel of warm water cascading over your sore body. 

You rarely made it onto the field as you genuinely preferred doing the background work, planning missions, writing up plans and procedures, assigning responsibilities to each Avenger and guiding them through the field while you stayed at the headquarters. Your muscles were undoubtedly aware of that fact, as you had to do a lot more hand-to-hand combat due to Bucky’s stupid mistake.

You couldn’t help but let your mind wander towards him, knowing you were completely bare just 10 feet away from him, how he would grunt in exertion and deliver calculated blows to his opponent. He was precisely your type: tall, brooding, broad shoulders, thick thighs. He didn’t speak that much, but his words were carefully weighed every time he did. He was so grumpy all the time, such a masculine man. You just loved it. 

You tried not to think about how he didn’t feel the same. And also about the fact that you would be sharing a bed with him. 

The water grew cold, and you realized you had been in the shower for upwards of twenty minutes. You shut off the water and wrap yourself in one of the towels provided by the hotel. You pulled out your pyjama set since there was a possibility that you would have to stay somewhere tonight due to the heavy rain. You didn’t think you were sleeping with Bucky, or you would have grabbed something a bit more conservative. You slip into the white tank top and shorts with a dainty floral design. You mentally prepared yourself to make a bee-line for the bed so you wouldn’t have to face Bucky while wearing next to nothing. 

A few feet away, Bucky was scrolling through the shitty channels playing on the shitty TV, ignoring the way his heart raced when the bathroom door unlocked and you emerged from the small room. He tried so hard not to stare at your outfit, unable to ignore the way all the blood in his body rushed to his dick when your tiny shorts rolled up even higher as you innocently bent over to check over your work laptop for any updates. 

“You really gonna wear that?” He scoffs and immediately realizes it didn’t exactly come out as playful as he would have liked. He winces at himself as you put the laptop back into its case and turn around to face him, and he can't stop himself from quickly glancing over your body. 

Crossing your arms under your chest, unintentionally drawing his attention to your tits, you scoff at him. “If I knew I was gonna be stuck in this shithole with you, then I would have made sure to wear a fucking hazmat suit.” 

“Relax, sweetheart, I’m not gonna bite.” He smirked, finally deciding on a channel he liked and turning his attention to it as you stood and stared at him, mouth open because out of all the things you expected him to say, that was not one of them, especially not with the flirtatious lilt to his voice. 

“Do not- do not tell me to relax! And don’t call me that! And- and ugh!” You retort weakly, strutting the few steps it took to get to the other side of the bed, 

Bucky licks his lips as you lay down next to him with your back towards him. Still huffing and puffing like the brat you were. 

He snorts at you, glancing at his watch and turning the TV off. 

“Do not snort at me, James.” Your voice comes out sharp, and he snorts again. 

“Tell me again what I can’t do, sweetheart? " he asks in a mockingly sweet voice. It makes you sick to your stomach.

 With desire.

You ignore him and tug the small comforter towards you, the bed suddenly feeling really small, with Bucky’s large frame taking up more than half of it. 

“Quit stealing the covers.” He grunts out, tugging them back towards him and leaving you bare and exposed to the cool air of the room. You gasp and sit up., using all your force to pull the covers back towards you, and even though you both know he let go, you still stick your tongue out at him. 

He grumbles something under his breath, and you smile victoriously. You’ll let the covers go eventually; you need to bask in your victory for a few minutes. Your mind begins to relax as you snuggle into the bed before you hear a sharp exhale, and somehow, you go from facing the dim wall to being pinned under Bucky. His frame entirely dwarfs yours, and the only light filtering in the room was the street lights and moon, the thin curtains doing nothing to block the shine. You shriek as you’re manhandled so quickly and forced to look into Bucky’s now dark blue eyes.

“Enough. I’ve had enough.” He growls, his hand pinning both your wrists down, and you have to fight yourself to keep in all tells of how aroused you are by the situation. 

“You’re such a fucking brat,” he continues. “Didn’t shut up for two hours straight. Always think you’re right. Always act like you’re smarter than everyone. Always fucking teasing me with your slutty fucking outfits.” He looks down at your tank top, almost angry when he sees your nipples poking through the thin material, but he doesn’t give you a chance to say anything.

Because now, Bucky’s talking. And he’s going to make sure you hear each and every word. 

“You think I don’t see the way you look at me?” 

A squeak escapes your lips as he presses his body down on yours.

“You think I can’t hear the way your heart rate picks up when I’m around?” His head drops lower, and his voice drops even lower, pulling a whimper from your parted lips. Your mind is spinning as you realize you may not have been as discreet as you thought you were. You entirely forgot to consider the fact that Bucky is a supersoldier, with enhanced hearing.

His rumbling voice cuts through your flurry of thoughts, “You think I can’t fucking smell you?” He practically sneers at you, and you must be a sick, sick person with the way you’re sure you’ve never been more wet in your life. “You think I can’t smell the way you drip from this little pussy every time I walk in the room? Every time someone mentions my goddamn name? I can smell her right now sweetheart. You like me forcing you down don’t you?” His breath fans over your face as you’re forced to focus on him, his body and his scent and his voice overwhelming you. Your body shudders when he gently rocks his crotch against yours, your eyes rolling back into your head. 

“What baby? Cat got your tongue now? You were being such a brat to me earlier.” He grunts, squeezing your cheeks and jaw in his free hand as you subconsciously buck your hips against his. 

“Bucky please…” You whine, squirming against his impenetrable hold. 

He smirks, “what’s wrong honey? You haven’t been this quiet or polite all day.”

“You- you’re being such a meanie! You knew the whole time and just never did anything about it!” You whine, your voice catching in your throat with each languid rock of his crotch angled perfectly against your clit. 

He laughs in your face and takes in the sight before him, your head thrown to the side as your chest heaves, your hips moving in tandem with his, your pouted lips swollen from being bitten so often. You were even more gorgeous like this and Bucky didn’t know that was possible.

“I wanted to see if you’d break first. But then, you just had to walk in here wearing this pathetic excuse of a pyjama set. And I just had to have you honey baby.”

You look back at him, a fiery expression in your eyes, “I don’t think that’s the real reason. I think you just wouldn’t be able to handle me. I think you can’t fuck me the way I need to be.” You spit back, not wanting to submit without a fight despite knowing that was exactly the direction this was going. 

In an instant Bucky’s metal hand was on your throat, squeezing enough to make your eyes blur for a second as you let out a whimper. “Is that right honey? You think I’ve never dealt with a rotten brat like you before? I know you pretend to put up a fight, I know you’re two strokes away from cumming all over yourself just from a little dry-humping. I know brats like you crave attention, but baby when you finally get it you better not run away? You got that?” He asks earnestly, his eyes locking on yours. 

“Do your worst James.” 

The second the words leave your mouth, his lips are on yours. The kiss is unlike any you’ve had before, it’s immediately messy and passionate, his tongue sliding in yours as he takes the lead, swallowing all your mewls and whimpers, finally letting go of your wrists and your fingers immediately go to his cropped hair, tugging on the short strands as he dominates you. You scramble to pull your shorts down but his hands flick your wrists away, giving you a glare.

“Did I say you could take these off, huh slut?” 

You whimper and shake your head no, finding yourself wanting to submit to him all too quickly.

He slides his briefs down to reveal his cock. You actually drooled a little at the sight of his length and girth, with beads of pre-cum glistening in the dim light of the room. You can’t control yourself as your hands go to wrap around his length, barely able to hold him in your hands as he hisses, bucking his hips into your hands before swatting them away once again.

“You don’t get to touch honey baby. Not yet at least. You yelled at me for hours today, it really hurt my feelings you know.” He muses, beginning to rub his length against your white shorts that are completely drenched through, your pussy sensitive and responsive. “I don’t think you deserve to be fucked sweetheart. You deserve to have this cunt rubbed on and came on. Just used like a cum rag.” He goes a little further, reading your reaction and when your back arches as much as his beefy body allowed you to, he knows you liked it. 

“Please James please I’m sorry, I’ll be good I swear!” You whine, your voice rising in pitch as his bare cock slides up and down the length of your pussy, and even through the layer seperating you, it was euphoric.

“I dunno honey, might have to beg and cry a little more and I’ll see how nice I’m feelin’ tonight.” He smiles cockily, knowing he’s got you exactly where he wants you. Almost instantly your eyes are watering as you clutch his biceps, morphing your features into big doe eyes and pouted lips, jutting your chest out in an attempt to persuade him further. “I’m sorry for bein’ a brat and yelling at you. I’m sorry for talking back and- and I need you James. Need you to fuck me please I wanted it for so long!” You drag your sentence and bite your lip, tears spiling onto your cheeks. 

He inhales sharply at the sound of your begging, stilling his hips for a moment as he restrains himself from cumming before he’s even seen your bare pussy. And in the next second he ripping your shorts to shreds, making you shriek and you can’t even get a reaction out before he spits onto your already soaked cunt, watching his spit mingle with your own arousal. You moan at the feeling, your hold twitching and practically begging to be filled. 

Bucky breathes in your scent since it envelopes his nostrils without any restrictions for the first time. When he opens his eyes again and sees your hazy expression he decides he can’t wait. He’s not gonna take it slow because he needs to feel you clench around him right now. His flesh index finger teases your pulsing hole, shoving the tip of his finger inside you as you whine, legs spreading for him on instinct. “Fuck she’s just begging to be stuffed isn’t she? Just aching to have my cock stretch her open.” He groans, dropping his forehead to yours as you chant breathy yes’s, mouth falling open and tears continuing down your face as he finally spreads you open on his cock. 

You have never felt so full in your life. Bucky was absolutely larger than average, in all ways. And it was exactly what you had been craving. He moans as you clench around him, your hole trying to push him out but pull him in at the same time. Before you know it he’s balls deep inside of you, your cream coating the hairs at the base of his length as you moan loudly, uncaring of the fact that Sam and Natasha were just a paper-thin wall away.

Your nails dug crescents into Buckys bulging biceps as he allowed you both a few moments to adjust to each other. “Oh my god Bucky you’re so- I’m so full.” Your words are breathy and slurred, and Bucky presses a kiss to each of your cheeks as he slowly grinds his hips into yours, not fully thrusting yet. 

“You know I want this to be more than just a quick fuck. When we get back I wanna take you out, wine and dine you properly.” He whispers against your lips, his hands and voice gentle compared to his earlier disposition. 

You nod your head in agreement, “I want that too Bucky, but I need you to fuck me right now.” 

He laughs, pressing a kiss to your cheek before pulling almost entirely out of you, allowing your hole to stretch around his tip before he slams into you, making your back arch and all the breath from your lungs dissipates. You squeal his name as he begins fucking into you with little care to be gentle. Your hands scramble to hold on as the headboard slams into the wall with every push and pull of his hips.

“I thought you said I couldn’t handle you honey baby. But look at you now, so stupid on my dick and just taking what I give you.” He mocks you, his metal hand finding its way to your throat once again and squeezing, relishing in the way you cunt clenches against him when he does. You cry out louder than before and he hisses, slapping his palm over your mouth. He grunts through clenched teeth, “shut the fuck up. You want Sam and Nat to hear you crying for my dick huh? What would they say if they saw strong and independent you, stretched open and cock-drunk, pinned under me and crying for me?”

Your eyes clench shut as your words are unintelligible and muffled by his palm. He coos at you and clicks his tongue, making you shiver. “Don’t think too much honey baby, just take it. This is what you’re meant to do, not be a brat. Just take my cock.” He groans, speeding up his thrusts as the sound of skin slapping skin and your wetness squelching fill the room. 

Your chest begins heaving as the oxygen to your brain takes more effort to get there. You were being propelled to your orgasm as you begin chanting the fact, your voice so pornographic and unlike your own but you can’t even find it in yourself to be shocked.

“‘M gonna cum, m gonna cum! You’re gonna make me cum please Daddy please!” The words leave your lips faster than you can process, and what was about to erupt into the most powerful orgasm you have ever had, was left denied and unsatisfied and you cried out, beginning your protests when Bucky flipped you around, your back to his chest as he shoved himself back inside of you. He pulled you up by your hair and brought his lips to your ears, his cock hitting an even deeper angle as you struggled to keep up.

“What did you call me?” He growls, not letting up his thrusts but expecting you to answer.

Your brain struggles to process his words, but once you do you’re quick to realize you let the word you often used in your fantasies about Bucky slip. You immediately apologize, thinking he must be off-put by your lewdness. 

He cuts your scrambled apologies off with his heavy voice, “say it again. That’s what you’ve been really dying to call me isn’t it. Just needed Daddy to take what he needed from you didn’t you?”

“Oh fuck.” Your head falls against his chest as he wraps his bicep around your throat, forcing you upright, “yes Daddy, needed my Daddy to take care of me.” You slur out, Your hands clutching his bicep as his metal fingers begin playing expertly with your throbbing clit. 

“That’s right slut, I’m your Daddy. I’m your fucking Daddy.” He impales you on his dick, his cock reaching all the rights spots as your brain truly begins to leave you, all you can do is succumb to the pleasure Bucky is inflicting on you. Your pussy clenches harder than it has before as your orgasm builds in the pit of your stomach, you try to run from it but Bucky’s strong hold doesn’t allow you to move even a slither away. 

“Oh what does this little pussy clenching mean huh? Tell Daddy baby, tell Daddy what it means when I feel you clench around my cock huh? You gonna cum? Gonna make a mess all over yourself like the stupid little toy you are?” His voice is breathless in your ear as he nears his own high, your body shaking as your high begins building to impossible heights. 

You slur out something that resembles his title and an exclamation that you’re gonna cum, and his metal hand slaps your clit once, and then twice, his gravelly voice in your ear degrading you, and your high explodes from your body. You feel it everywhere as you don’t register anything except for pleasure. Pleasure like you’ve never felt before. Bucky drops his forehead to your shoulder, muttering your name through clenched teeth as he calls you a good girl, before stuffing you full of his cum. Thick white ropes paint your swollen walls and it only amplifies your high as you struggle to breathe, your mind and body overwhelmed and overstimulated as Bucky pumps you full of his cum. 

He gently lets you down and your limp body manages to cling onto him, needing to feel him close to you as you reel from your explosive orgasm. He shushes you, kissing your forehead, cooing at you, praising you. Everything you need to avoid experiencing a negative subdrop since he did just put you into such a submissive mindset. 

It takes a couple minutes of his tender words and touches for you to come back to yourself, and when you do he smiles sweetly at you. Pulling out of you and shushing your whines, as he reaches over to his nightstand where there were a few clean hand towels, and he cleans you up, mindful of your sensitivity and he places a kiss right above your clit, his beard scratching the sensitive button making you shudder and mewl. 

He wraps you up in his arms and pulling you closer, nuzzling your cheek with his nose as you blink at him. 

“I was being serious you know, I don’t want this to be a one and done thing. I wanna be yours, if you’ll have me.” He adds, his voice trailing off and you put your hand on his stubbled cheek before pressing your lips to his. 

“That’s all I’ve wanted since I first saw you.” You say softly, basking in being so close to him and having all his attention on you. 

He smiles brightly, pressing his lips to yours with more fervour and flutters in his heart. “You’re mine now sweetie, stuck with me forever. No return policy.” He teases. 

“I think you’re the one who’s stuck with me after you just dicked me down like that. No way am I getting rid of you.” You mumble sleepily, clinging to him as he smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead and watching you slip into a dreamland state.

For the first time in years, Bucky sleeps a full eight hours. And he wakes up with you by his side.

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The next morning, when it’s 9 AM, and you waddle onto the jet, Bucky tailing close behind you, a hand on your back to support your weight, Natasha and Sam share knowing looks, and Sam quickly texts Steve and Tony. He let them know they were on their way, and they owed him and Nat 100 bucks because their plan worked.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes x yn #bucky barnes fanfiction

[wandasaura]

𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒

༊*·˚ dom!wanda x soft dom!natasha x reader

summary — when wanda and natasha decide to add a third party their marriage, they don’t expect to form a romantic connection with you. they especially don’t expect for you to hate wanda.

warning(s) — essentially a sugar baby dynamic to start, enemies to lovers with wanda, dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink, eventual mommy kink, shameless smut, aftercare, fluff galore. additional warnings are provided in each chapter. men/minors dni

au — wanda and natasha are ceo’s to the most successful law firm in the world because who could ever argue with them

PARTS — completed.

(1) the one you reached for [ 8.6k ]

(2) lovelorn and nobody knows [ 13.3k ]

(3) linger like a tattoo kiss [ 12.2k ]

(4) it was never mine [ 13.4 ]

ONESHOTS — parts will be added as written

(a) my face in a red flush [ 7.1k ]

(b) burning brighter than the sun [ 6.4k ]

(c) see what’s under that attitude [ 7.1k ]

(d) two people understand each other [ 5k ]

(e) too in love to think straight [ 7.4k ]

(f) love is a ruthless game [ 10.8k ] +

(g) the best thing thats ever been mine [ 7.2k ] +

(h) song in the car [ 5.5k ]

BLURBS — parts will be added as written

(i) end up dreaming instead of sleeping [ 1.2k ]

#dom!wanda maximoff x reader #dom!natasha romanoff x reader #wandanat x reader #series: you are in love #library 🂱

[loveisanimaginarydagger3000]

Enemies With Benefits MasterList

Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+

Summary: Enemies. That was what you were. She was an Avenger, you were a criminal. You should hate her, she should hate you. So why do you love the feeling of her skin pressed against yours? Moans spilling from her lips? The taste of her on your tongue?

Casual, rough sex. That was all it was supposed to be but soon feelings start to get involved. Would something so scandalous be able to last?

Chapter 1- Jealousy

Chapter 2- Admit It

Chapter 3- Surprise

Chapter 4- Distraction

Chapter 5- Realisation

Chapter 6- Your Little Witch

Chapter 7- Avenger

Total Word Count- 16k

#wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda fanfic #wanda x you #marvel fanfiction #eventual smut #mommy wanda #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda maximoff x female reader #smut #gxg smut #gxg #wlw ns/fw #enemies to lovers #enemies with benefits #rough smut #soft smut #strappon #overstim #dom/sub #the avengers

[ginnsbaker]

Bulletproof

Summary: You're the only Avenger who sleeps in a cell. | Series Masterlist

Word count: 2.9k+ | Tags: Mild Angst, Fluff, Sharing A Bed, Enemies to Lovers

Ship: Wanda Maximoff x Gender Neutral Reader

Requested by anon:

could i maybe request wanda x r where the whole team kinda mistreats them and wanda is especially bad. & r saving wanda on a mission, with this: wanda: “How'd you know you were bulletproof?" r: "I didn't. I just knew that you weren't."

Author's note: Thank you to the anon who requested this :) Not sure if this is exactly how you wanted it, but I had fun writing the battle (my first time!) Hope you don't mind I took some liberties ;) Takes place before Civil War.

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“You don’t have to be so mean to them,” Natasha tells her. 

Wanda's eyes narrow as she continues to fixate on you, her glare seemingly willing the daggers to find their mark. You can sense the energy of her powers tingling in the air, but she maintains control, stopping the daggers just short of their target.

“They need to know what they’re up against,” Wanda retorts, her accent slipping through in a rare moment. “If they’re going to be one of us, they have to prove themselves.”

Natasha moves to stand between you and Wanda, her body language calm but assertive. “They will, in time. But not like this.”

You can feel your heart pounding, but you refuse to let Wanda see any fear in your eyes. Your choice to leave your former life and join this team wasn't made lightly, and you won't be intimidated.

“I'm right here,” you say, stepping forward. “And I'm not going anywhere. If you want to test me, do it properly.”

Wanda smirks, and the daggers drop to the floor, clattering loudly in the silence. “Impressive,” she says, almost as an afterthought.

Steve Rogers, observing from the sidelines, steps in to defuse the situation. His authoritative presence commands respect, and his voice is steady and even. “That's enough for today. We're a team, and we need to start acting like one.”

He looks at you, his eyes filled with understanding but also a hint of caution. “However,” he continues, his tone shifting, “You'll still be sleeping in the cells.”

Your heart plummets, each word from Steve feeling like a blade to your chest. Being sent back to that room, devoid of windows, with only a tiny bed and a comforter too thin to ward off the chill, feels like a betrayal every time. You've spent nights there, shivering and reflecting on your decision to join this team, yet still, you find yourself confined.

“After several months of captivity, even cooking your dinner, you still don't trust me?” you ask, trying to keep the hurt out of your voice.

Steve's expression softens, but his resolve remains firm. “It's not about trust,” he says quietly, his voice carrying a weight of experience and pain. “We've been crossed so many times before, mostly by former HYDRA agents.”

Like you, he doesn’t need to say.

You understand the logic, but it doesn't make the reality any easier to swallow. The sense of being an outsider, the cold isolation of the cells—it wears on you.

Wanda, who had been silent up to this point, suddenly speaks up. “Maybe you should just leave then. If it's so unbearable, why stay?”

The room goes quiet. 

A thousand retorts spring to your mind, but you swallow them down, unwilling to escalate the situation further. The temptation to throw back that it's rich coming from her, considering she's also a former footsoldier of HYDRA, is strong, but you bite your tongue. 

You look at her, stunned by the bluntness of her suggestion, but also recognizing the challenge in her eyes. 

Her words strike deeper than she may realize. Leaving isn't an option you've entertained, mainly because there's nowhere for you to go. No one left in your life to turn to. This makeshift “family” despite their reservation and distance, is all you have.

-

The days that follow are marked by a subtle but relentless isolation. 

In the training room, Wanda's partnership becomes more aggressive than usual. Her powers lash out without warning, her critiques sharp and cutting. You hold your own, but the lack of camaraderie is palpable. Each comment she makes stings, and with every barb, you feel more and more alone.

At meal times, the rest of the Avengers seem to be in their own world, deep in conversation, sharing stories, laughing. You sit at the end of the table, your presence barely acknowledged, a shadow among them. Your attempts to join in are met with curt replies or indifference. You try to brush it off, believing that you should be used to rejection by now. But no matter how much you tell yourself that you're accustomed to it, that you've developed a thick skin, the pain is still there, raw and fresh.

Mission briefings are no better. Your opinions and insights are consistently overlooked. You contribute where you can, but your ideas are dismissed without consideration. You are a tool, a means to an end, not a part of the team. The realization gnaws at you, festering in the pit of your stomach.

Casual encounters with the team become equally disheartening. Tony passes you in the hallway without so much as a glance. Natasha avoids eye contact. Bruce mumbles something noncommittal when you try to engage him in conversation. Steve's assignments are devoid of the warmth or encouragement he shows to everyone else.

Your cell becomes a constant reminder of your status, metaphor for how the entire team treats you. 

You’re both just a weapon and a first-aid kit at their disposal.

Wanda is relentless, her words sharp and her gaze cold. You have no idea why she treats you worse than any of them, why her manner towards you has turned so hostile. You don't understand why you get under her skin without even trying, why she seems to target you with a venom that feels deeply personal.

You were expecting that Wanda would be the one to understand what it feels like to be an outsider, given that you both share a common history as former HYDRA agents. 

As the days turn into weeks, the isolation wears you down. The walls of your cell seem to close in, and a growing determination to prove yourself begins to take hold. 

You'll show them all that you're more than just a disposable weapon.

But underlying that determination is a gnawing doubt, a fear that no matter what you do, it will never be enough to earn their respect, their trust, or their friendship. It's a lonely road, and for the first time, you begin to wonder if Wanda's earlier suggestion might hold some truth.

Perhaps it would be easier to leave.

-

It’s not like you know the extent of your abilities, but they bring you along the most dangerous missions for one thing:

Your healing ability.

On top of your martial arts training, you provide a sense of security to your teammates, knowing that you'll be there to heal them if they get hurt.

Now, you find yourself on one such mission, infiltrating a den of underground supers. These aren't ordinary criminals; they're mercenaries hired to carry out the dirty work of high-ranking government officials. It's a treacherous job, one filled with unknown risks, and you've been paired with Wanda for the operation.

As you and Wanda are attempting to escape, things take a turn for the worse. You find yourselves cornered in an alley, your escape route cut off by a group of armed thugs and a few individuals displaying unnerving superpowers.

Wanda takes on those with special abilities, her eyes glowing red as she unleashes her powers in a flurry of attacks. You, on the other hand, focus on the armed assailants, wielding two-handed pistols with expert precision. Bullets fly, and bodies fall as you both fight for your lives.

But in the midst of the chaos, you notice something that sends a chill down your spine. Snipers, perched on a nearby rooftop, taking aim at Wanda. Even with your healing abilities, you know that a precise shot to the head would be fatal.

“Wanda, get down!” you shout, but she's too engrossed in her battle to hear you. Your mind races, knowing that you have only seconds to act. 

Without a second thought, you turn and run towards Wanda, your body moving on pure instinct. Bullets whiz by your ear, but you keep going, your focus solely on reaching her before it's too late.

You leap into the air, positioning yourself between Wanda and the snipers just as they pull the trigger. 

You hear the distant release of the bullet, muted but deadly.

The world seems to slow down as you brace for the impact, only to feel the bullets bounce off your skin.

You land, unscathed, your mind reeling from the realization that you're bulletproof. But there's no time to dwell on it.

Wanda looks at you, her eyes wide with shock but also gratitude. “How did you–”

“No time!” you cut her off, urging her to keep fighting. “We have to get out of here!”

Wanda's eyes flare with a vivid scarlet as she zeroes in on the snipers in the vicinity. With a flourish of her hands, she uses her powers to locate each of their positions. A pulse of energy emanates from her fingertips, reaching out to the snipers' weapons, and within moments, the firearms disintegrate into dust, leaving the men defenseless.

Seeing an opening, you reach for Wanda's arm, your grip firm but not rough. There's no time to waste, and you start pulling her towards the exit, half running, half dragging her to safety. Her breath is warm on your neck, her body close to yours, as you weave through the maze of alleyways, your heart pounding in your chest.

Once you're at a safe distance, Wanda turns to you. “How'd you know you were bulletproof?”

“I didn't,” you admit, still in disbelief, and much to Wanda’s horror that you almost got yourself killed for her sake. “I just knew you weren't. And if those bullets got to you, I wouldn't be able to heal someone who's already dead.”

Wanda stares at you, her eyes searching your face as if she's trying to see something… deeper. Her lips part, like she wants to say something more, something that's just on the tip of her tongue but won't come out.

That's when you realize that you're still holding her arm, your bodies so close that you can feel her heartbeat. A flush of embarrassment washes over you as you become aware of the intimate proximity. Wanda clears her throat, a delicate, almost shy sound, and you immediately let go of her arm.

The silence that follows your sudden step back is heavy and awkward. You can't help but glance at the spot where your hand had been moments ago, still feeling the ghostly sensation of her arm beneath your fingers.

You look at Wanda, and she's looking back at you, her eyes wide and filled with something you can't quite name. 

And then, without warning, Wanda starts to laugh.

It's a soft, bubbling sound at first, almost as if she's surprised by it herself. Her laughter grows, becoming louder and more contagious, and you can't help but stare at her, your mouth agape, wondering if she's lost her mind.

“What's so funny?” you finally manage to ask.

Wanda wipes a tear from her eye, still chuckling. “I was just thinking,” she says, her nose scrunching, something you haven’t seen on her and you find it quite… adorable. “You're like a shield now. As effective as Steve's vibranium one, maybe even more so.”

The absurdity of the statement causes you to finally join in her laugh, and your heart seems to flutter at the sound of Wanda's glee.

“I don't know about that,” you say, trying to sound modest but unable to keep the smile off your face. “Steve's shield has a bit more style.”

“Oh, I don't know,” Wanda teases, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “There's something quite stylish about being bulletproof. And practical too.”

Was that a compliment?

You shake your head, still smiling, your previous awkwardness forgotten. You're not only pleased at the first light banter you've shared with a teammate but also smiling at something else, something that stirs deep inside you and that you're not quite ready to confront.

Your crush on Wanda Maximoff.

-

The toll of the day's event is weighing down on you and Wanda, but like every mission, you're required to report the details of the mission–successful or not. Your muscles are sore, your mind is weary, but the mission was a success, and you can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment.

Arriving back at the Avengers compound, you follow Wanda into the debriefing room where Steve is waiting. Wanda explains what happened, how you discovered your newfound ability, and saved her life. Her voice is filled with respect and something more, something warmer, as she recounts your bravery.

Steve's face lights up with pride. “You both did well today. I'm proud of how you handled yourselves out there.”

You exchange a glance with Wanda, waiting for something more, perhaps some acknowledgment of your change in status within the team, or even an upgrade to your sleeping quarters. But instead, Steve simply nods, his face turning serious. “Dismissed.”

Wanda's face falls, and you feel a sharp pang of disappointment. You start to retreat towards your cell, the cold, windowless room that's been your home for months, but Wanda's voice stops you in your tracks.

“Wait a minute, Steve,” she protests. “After all that's happened, after all Y/N has done for us, don't you think it's time for a change? A real room, perhaps?”

Steve looks between you and Wanda. You hold your breath, hoping for a reprieve from the isolation you've been feeling.

Finally, Steve sighs, his face softening. “Wanda, if it were up to me, Y/N would have their own room already. But it's not that simple,” he explains, his voice strained. “I still need to place an official request with Tony. He's the one who approves these things.”

You can hear the frustration in Steve's voice, and you realize that he's fighting for you, in his own way.

“Fine,” Wanda says, crossing her arms. “But this needs to be done quickly, Steve. It's not right.”

“I agree. I'll talk to Tony first thing tomorrow.”

As you turn to leave and retreat back to your cell, Wanda's hand on your arm stops you, and you look back at her, surprised by the action.

“Come with me,” she says. Without another word, she leads you towards her quarters. 

Your heart quickens at her words, and you follow her, trying to process what's happening. 

Is she really inviting you to stay in her room?

Once inside her quarters, the reality of the situation sinks in, and a nervous tension takes hold. Her room is filled with personal touches–little trinkets, photographs, her clothes all over the place–that provide glimpses into a life you've only seen from a distance. You feel like an intruder, momentarily paralyzed as you take in the intimacy of her space.

Wanda seems to pick up on your hesitation, her eyes narrowing as she studies you. A smirk plays on her lips as she teases, “Don't look so terrified. I won't bite.”

You chuckle at her remark. “Well, that's a relief.”

Wanda's eyes sparkle with amusement, and she moves further into the room, gesturing for you to follow. “Make yourself at home,” she says. She then goes to the closet and begins to pull out a spare pillow and blanket. “You'll be staying here with me until we sort out a room for you,” she says.

“Thanks, Wanda,” you say softly.

Without further comment, you move to make your bed on the floor, your movements deliberate and slow as you try to give her space and respect her privacy.

“What are you doing?” Wanda asks, her eyes widening as she realizes your intention.

“I'm just getting ready to sleep,” you explain, feeling slightly embarrassed. “I'm quite tired.”

“No, what are you doing on the floor?” she clarifies, a hint of disbelief in her voice. “You're sharing the bed with me.”

“I wouldn't want to impose,” you say, though the offer is tempting.

“You're not imposing,” Wanda assures you, her eyes sincere. “You've earned a proper bed, and I trust you.”

The word 'trust' hits you like a wave, and you feel tears pricking at the back of your eyes. 

Blinking them back, your voice cracks a little as you reply, “Thank you, Wanda. That means more to me than you know.”

“Good night, Y/N,” Wanda whispers, turning on her side to face you.

“Good night, Wanda,” you say, just as softly.

You both settle on the bed, and with a flick of her wrist, Wanda uses her powers to switch off the light.

The softness of Wanda's bed is worlds away from the harsh, unforgiving mattress in your cell. You find yourself sinking into the plush comfort, every muscle in your body releasing the tension from the dangerous mission earlier. The scent of Wanda on the pillows only adds to the incomparable comfort they provide. The difference is staggering, and it contributes to you falling asleep much more quickly than you have in a long time.

In the middle of the night, you're stirred awake by the feeling of Wanda rolling closer to you. Her arm finds its way over your stomach, and her soft snores fill the room. Being ever alert, the small action wakes you, but as soon as you realize it's just Wanda, a smile forms on your face.

You lie there for a moment, taking in the warmth and the gentle pressure of her hand. A soft blush creeps up your cheeks as you place your hand over hers to keep it there.

You've become more than just teammates.

You've become friends.

And maybe, just maybe, something more.

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[limarieb]

i come around (when you least expect me)

Pairing(s): emo!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: After a one-night stand during a party, you find yourself in an odd gray area with your best friend's sister. It just so happens that your best friend's sister is also the person that has been making your life a living hell for the last few years... all without your best friend knowing.

Warnings: enemies to lovers, cursing, mentions of drinking/parties, high school au, Wanda lowkey kinda mean but i SWEAR its lowkey, non-graphic scenes of kissing/making out (no smut... yet...?)

Word Count: 3.5k

Author's Note: sorry for my lack of posting, but i promised it would come soon(ish)! here's that 100 follower special i promised — oh, and thank youuuu all for the follows and support... i love you all <3 (title from 'heartbeat' by childish gambino) ... also, requests/asks are still open!

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Pain. Throbbing, aching pain. The discomfort from your current hangover surrounded every inch of your mind, physically and metaphorically. Well, almost every inch... because memories from last night were finally reaching the surface now that you have awoken, conscious and, unfortunately, sober.

The sweet lips on yours.

The feeling of skin, hot and sweaty, against your own.

The perfect dichotomy of soft hands on your body as they gripped at your skin roughly, almost primal in nature.

And they all belonged to your best friend's twin sister.

You started to get ready for the day — whoever talked you into attending a party the day before the school year began should be arrested and fined for such a disservice.

Thankfully, you planned enough ahead to bring clothes to the twins' house for today. The outfit you had chosen was relatively casual: the worn-down, navy blue sweater that had been your father's during his college years and the comfiest pair of jeans you could find.

Venturing downstairs to the kitchen, you finally felt the extent of how poorly your stomach felt due to the heavy drinking from the previous night. You opted for something easy, pulling the first box of cereal that your fingertips touched out of the cabinet. You never liked cereal too much, but anything went during difficult times like these.

As you poured yourself a bowl of the bland cereal, footsteps sounded throughout the house. They were coming closer and closer to your location. You assumed it had been Pietro.

You were... close — it was her.

When you looked up from the bowl to see who the person was, you were displeased to find the girl standing there, simply observing you with a smirk on her face. It reminded you of the villainous expressions from the television: conniving and mischievous.

"Stop staring at me like that," you sneered, trying to keep your volume low enough that Pietro would not hear you but loud enough that she would sense the harsh seriousness of your tone.

Wanda maintained her gaze, simply tilting her head as if to challenge you, "Like what?"

"Like you know what I taste like."

The faux innocence in her expression slightly faltered. Her eyebrows rose, the shock from your words evident on her face. As Wanda opened her mouth to form another witty remark, the sound of a door opening made the two of you go effectively silent. Wanda looked toward the direction of the sound, awaiting his entrance in a way that demonstrated her indifference toward last night's events. You, on the other hand, completely averted your gaze from both of the twins due to the shame that coursed through your veins.

The rational part of your brain begged for you to tell Pietro about what happened last night; it would resolve the guilt that clawed at you with each passing minute, lifting the weight off of your shoulders entirely. Yet, each time that you began to plan the exact words of your apology, any ideas you had conjured seemed to fall short. It was not as if you could search the internet for a script concerning "how to tell your best friend that you mistakenly (but not so mistakenly that you stopped it) hooked up with his emo, bitchy twin sister at a party."

Your eyes swiftly returned to Wanda, watching her inch closer to where you stood by the counter. She reached her arm behind you, leaning in close enough that your breath mingled with hers. If asked, you would completely and utterly deny that part of your mind was anticipating the vibrant feeling of her lips on yours again; however, the fleeting glance at her lips revealed otherwise.

Wanda noticed. Of course, you would fall into her trap, and she noticed. She smirked in response to your reaction before leaning away and taking a few steps back. A banana was in the hand that had been behind you. Scoffing at yourself, you cannot believe that you let her tease you again.

"See you at school, Y/N," she declared with narrowed eyes, looking you up and down once more before waltzing out of the front door.

You took a deep breath, attempting to recuperate your mind for the day ahead of you. As soon as Wanda had left, Pietro walked into the kitchen, ignorant of what had just occurred.

Standing still as if in a daze, you could only sense Pietro race around the kitchen, grabbing various items he needed for the day ahead. After a few minutes, he slowed to a stop after closing the door to the fridge. He must have sensed your unusual stillness, then he asked, “You okay? Looks like you’ve seen a ghost.”

You shakily nodded. “All good,” you forced yourself to stutter out. Not even you believed your words, but it seems as if Pietro was too busy in his own world to truly notice the lack of honesty in your reply. “I’m all good. Now come on, we’re gonna be late.”

The two of you scurried out the door in the hopes that you had not missed the bus. It was a bad habit that you both had been trying to break for years now but remained relatively unsuccessful.

As the two of you approached the classic, yellow school bus that sat on the corner of the street, Pietro raced ahead in order to save you the extra minute of running. He gracefully entered the bus, climbing its stairs with ease; meanwhile, you were audibly out of breath and tried to ignore the glances the bus driver gave to the two of you.

Pietro, like most mornings, found himself sitting with some of his friends from the cross country team, leaving you to fend for yourself. You quickly scanned the bus for an empty row so you could sit by yourself, but you quickly realized that was a luxury you could not afford after such a late arrival. While you could not find an empty row, you were about to find a single empty seat towards the back of the bus.

You shuffled your feet to the empty seat but stopped as soon as you noticed its other inhabitant: Wanda.

Bile suddenly formed in your throat at the thought of having to spend more time with her — more specifically, without her brother, your friend, and coincidentally the only person to keep her dangerous, spontaneous nature in check, present. You approached her, simply attempting to take the bus ride silently and one minute at a time. You swore to yourself internally that you would not respond to her, irrespective of whatever she may say or do.

The bus slowly pulled away from the stop and started its route toward the high school. For the first few minutes, everything seemed to be going unusually fine. Wanda sat silently beside you, wired earphones trailing from her phone to her ears. As her gaze remained fixed toward the window, you wonder if she had even noticed that a person had now occupied the seat next to her, let alone that person being you.

You naively took her initial lack of response as a victory. With a sigh of relief, you allowed your body to relax in the seat and closed your eyes for the remainder of the ride.

Then, you felt something.

The brush of something on your thigh.

You opened your eyes to scope the scene, making sure you had not imagined the sensation; however, it seemed to be just that: nothing. The only thing positioned in your lap was your backpack filled with your books for the upcoming year. You closed your eyes and began to drift away once again. Maybe you were going crazy, you pondered. (Maybe you could blame your irrational behavior last night on such insanity. Would the insanity defense work for things like that, too?)

Then, you felt it again.

Without much hesitation, your eyes shot open once more. Only this time, you were met with the sight of a hand, decorated with several rings and chipped, black nail polish, situated comfortably, almost possessively, on your upper thigh. You peered toward Wanda's face, which was still facing the opposite direction, attempting to gauge her reaction. Yet, you saw nothing; her expression was rather unchanged, leaving you more confused than anything.

Before you could think about what to do about the situation, the bus drove over a mountainous bump on the road. You internally cursed the local government officials for the obstacle, for whether it occur by accident or intention, Wanda's hand flew directly into the apex between your thighs. Eyes widened in shock, your lips drift open as you gasp from the sensation.

It finally gave you the courage, however, to shove her hand away, but not without seeing the signature smirk she acquired in the process. Anger began to boil inside you. You repeated to yourself that it was because the brunette's touches were unexpected — not that she had been victorious. In the end, you just silently thanked yourself that you had chosen jeans, or else that could have ended much differently knowing the Sokovian.

Days turned into weeks, each bringing the routine of snide comments and less-than-playful banter between you and Wanda. You still had not found a way to enlighten Pietro about your issues with his sister (both the endless torment and... that night), given that (1) she was his twin sister and (2) she always seemed to be around. The cynical part of your brain believed that her unusual proximity was purposeful — she probably just wanted to see the fallout.

While the two of you had not gone further than your typical banter again over the past few weeks, though, you still felt incredibly agitated. (You chalked it up to anger because it definitely could not be the possibility of pent-up sexual frustration between the two of you.)

However, one day differed from the rest.

You noticed early in the day that Wanda was being extraordinarily quiet. Part of you was thankful, praying that her silence would continue until the end of the school day.

It was a Thursday in late October. Like most days, you followed Pietro to his home after school, venting to him about how you were excited it was Friday tomorrow because you were simply over all of the midterms being assigned and just wanted time to relax.

(You continued to ignore the underlying guilt that sat in the pit of your stomach from remaining silent about everything that happened with his sister weeks before; you attempted to ignore it even more by rationalizing your silence, stating it was "only one time" and a "mistake that would never even happen again.")

As you entered the house, Pietro immediately drops his bag on the floor and runs up to his room. You rolled your eyes at this typical, teenage-boy messiness, and opted to place your bag on the hooks that Agatha designated for such items.

Feet padding across the wooden floors, you wandered into your happy place of the home: the kitchen. You opened the fridge, looking for a small snack that could satiate your hunger until dinner. Finding nothing of interest, you closed the door. Your body jumps, though, at the figure that had been hiding behind it: Wanda.

The patience you once had had officially worn invisibly thin.

“What the fuck, Wanda? What do you want from me?” you asked exasperatedly, the energy you once had for such shenanigans having become completely depleted after a difficult week of school. "Listen, I don't know what I ever did to you for you to treat me like this, but I'm over it."

“Are you…” She started but quickly cut herself off. Her head tilted, trying to figure out if you really did not know the answer. You noticed the way her mouth opened and shut out of pure bewilderment; while you normally would make a comment about it in an attempt to tease her in return, you figured now was not the time. When Wanda found no evidence of lies in your expression, she continued to speak, “You really don’t remember, do you?”

You threw your head back, a chuckle escaping from the back of your throat, primarily due to the exhaustion caused by this long-awaited conversation. “No, Wanda, I don’t remember! If I had, don’t you think I would have apologized by now! Don’t you think that maybe, just maybe, I would have given you an “I’m sorry” so we could have avoided all of this? So that I would not have to deal with your bullshit for the past decade? So tell me, Wanda, what did I do to deserve this?”

“First day of school. Second grade. Recess," she spat out. Her words were so quiet but uttered with such venom.

Your brows furrowed in confusion at the seemingly random series of words, "What?"

She rolled her eyes, clearly frustrated with your lack of memories. While you could not remember what made her act this way, it had evidently stuck with her for years.

"It was my first day at this school," she began, her expression turning from red, hot anger into a stoic and collected nature. "Pietro and I had just moved to the States after losing our parents a few months before. Agatha was the only family member, albeit a distant family member, who was alive and willing to take us. So, we left everything behind and moved here."

You already knew the majority of this information, mostly after hearing it in brevity from Pietro. He had never truly talked about his time in Sokovia in depth, finding it distressing and uncomfortable to recall. You only discovered this one day when you both were 9, and you had followed him to his house after school for a play date. In a state of innocent curiosity, you asked him why he called (what you had assumed to be his mom) by her first name upon entering the house. He explained the basics, and that was the end of that. You understood and respected his quietness on the subject since then.

"Pietro has always been the better twin — better at school, better at sports, better at making friends. And, I'm just... me. So, he has always been better at the whole 'socializing' thing, even as an immigrant child with little knowledge of the States. Everybody seemed to like him, I guess. I, on the other hand, refused to talk... well, for the most part, at least. Anyway, on the first day of the second grade, my first day of school here, I was sitting on the edge of the concrete, picking at the grass."

She paused her speech, shifting her gaze to meet yours. "Then, this girl approached me. I thought, 'Wow, maybe I will have friends, maybe I will have friends and will finally be like Pietro.'” Wanda shook her head, shutting her eyes as if to remember each minute, each second, of that fateful day. Her accent was unconsciously growing thicker by the minute. “So, I greeted them, introduced myself like our mama had taught, and asked if they would like to play with me. You want to know what she did, Y/N?"

She opened her eyes, locking them with yours in a harsh stare. "'You talk funny,'" she hissed. "That's what the girl had said before running back to her group of friends. Truthfully, it's not even that deep of an insult, but it somehow spread like wildfire how the 'new girl' was abnormal, how she couldn’t even talk normally, how she was dirty with her dirty shoes and probably had fleas from her even dirtier home country, how no one could touch her or else they would be 'infected' by her."

“Why are you telling me this?” you stuttered out. “What does this have to do with you being a complete and utter bitch to me for the past ten years?”

Wanda huffed, “That girl was you, Y/N.”

Every breath you had suddenly left your chest. Your eyes widened, unsure of how to respond, “What?”

“You say I made your life a living hell? Bullshit. You ruined mine. You have everything I have ever wanted: friends, good grades… parents,” she said, her tone becoming soft with insecurity toward the end. “You even got my brother, my fucking twin brother! For fuck's sake! And yet, you still had to ruin my life."

"Wanda, I'm..." you began, but all of the words you have acquired in your seventeen years of life were failing you. "I'm sorry. I- I don't..."

This time, Wanda laughed, but it was not the depressed, low chuckle like before. No, this was something else entirely, a burst of maniacal laughter that indicated an unfound level of absurdity. Your eyebrows furrowed.

"'You don't' what, Y/N?" the brunette taunted.

You decided to be honest with her, "I don't know what to say."

"Of course not. 'Little Miss Perfect' never knows what to say when she finds out she's not so perfect after all."

Your sympathy gradually faded to the original anger you had been feeling. Your eyebrow involuntarily quirked, "Hold on, now... I never claimed to be 'perfect.'"

“Oh, please,” she replied, belittling your attempts to argue her predetermined notion of you. She began to mock you, “My name’s Y/N. I have the best grades in the entire school, all my friends love me, and, at night, my parents tuck me into bed and call me their little princess…”

Slowly but surely, your vision turned red. You stepped closer to Wanda, hoping the proximity would deter her from making additional snide comments about you.

“We all have our shit, Wanda,” you sneered. “You better quit now before I give you a reason to.”

She scoffed, “Oh, really? What are you gonna do? Tell mommy and daddy I…”

Her words were cut short by the placement of your lips on hers.

Truthfully, you were unsure of why you decided that this was the best course of action; perhaps your brain was simply shut off by the rage coursing through your body. Yet, that confusion did not stop you from continuing. In fact, it did not hinder either of you from continuing.

The kiss was forceful, containing all of the emotions you both have felt since that fateful night. Her mouth pushed and pulled roughly against yours; you returned the energy just as much. There were no thoughts, no rationality, behind both of your actions — only pure lust and passion.

Your hands started at her jaw but slowly drifted upwards toward the roots of her brown, messy hair, gripping and tugging at the strands. Parting from your lips for the first time in what must have been minutes, she released a moan from the sensation and continued to drift southwards toward your neck. As her teeth scraped at your pulse point, you were finally brought back to the reality of the situation.

You used the hands that were still threaded within her hair to pull her away from your neck; although, neither of you immediately stepped away from the other. You took the opportunity of your closeness to note how swollen her lips had become, how hot she looked under the dimness of the kitchen lighting.

"What are we doing?" you mumbled into the open air, not exactly expecting a response from the Sokovian in front of you.

She remained quiet, eyes flickering between your eyes and your lips. Her tongue darted out briefly, licking over her own lips in (what you assume to be, at least) preparation for more.

So, you seized the opportunity of her quietness to continue, "I'm not... I'm not perfect, okay? My parents... it's complicated. Sure, they're alive and whatnot, but... they don't care. Honestly, half of the shit I do — the grades, even — I do it so that they might finally pay attention. So, like I said, we all have our own shit to deal with."

Her lips parted, eyes stilled and staring into yours.

"And, l am sorry that that comment fucked you up as a kid. If I had known, even as a kid, I would've not said anything like that. I know I can't reverse time but..."

This time, her lips effectively ended your speech; however, the kiss was much softer than earlier, showcasing a newfound appreciation and, perhaps, feelings.

"I know," she acknowledged in a whisper after pulling away. "I'm... I'm sorry, too, by the way. I shouldn't have acted like that — it was cruel. We can talk more about it, about our... issues, later, but um- I just want to start over. Just us."

You nodded in affirmation, a blush flooding your cheeks.

"Just us."

The two of you sealed the agreement with a soft peck.

The sound of a glass shattering on the floor captured the attention of both of you, ending the kiss with the redirection of your heads in order to discover the culprit.

In the doorway of the kitchen, Pietro stood surrounded by broken glass splattered across on the wooden floor.

With widened eyes, you said the first and only thing that came to mind: "Oh, shi—"

End.

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