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lightneverfades · 2 years
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A little art I made for my fic, FROSTIRON (WandaVision AU) <3 :)
Will update the fic with this art and a chapter soon! :] I'm slowly but surely putting in all my stories for this AU fic into AO3 :) <3 And adding some extra stuff in cause why not? ;D Anyways, I had some fun making this one, it's based on episode four in WandaVision when the S.W.O.R.D team finds Wanda/Vision, although in this case it's Tony/Loki <3 :D
My main tag for the WandaVision Frostiron AU can be found here!
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Somebody's Watching You x W.M
Stalker!Wanda x Fem!Reader
In the darkness is when she comes, to watch you, to look over you, she only wants to care for you. Why won't you understand that? Mommy just wants to keep you protected, she will make sure you're protected even if she has to do unrealistic stuff to get that done.
Mommy's always watching you.
Warnings: Yandere!Wanda, yandere behaviour, slight mommy use (W), stalking, horror aspects (?), dark contents, scarlet witch, mention of blood, obsessive behaviour, mentions of murder, mind manipulation.
A/n: I'm so excited for this AU, and I hope you are as well. The theme and aesthetic will be mostly based off of Multiverse of Madness, but some aspects will mention WestView and WandaVision.
Part 1
The Long Game AU
Check out this video from Selenator Motion Films on YouTube as they make really good edits on YouTube, this one being the theme for this chapter:
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The coffee burns into the palm of my hands as I hold it to my lips, my eyes droopy as I look down at the screen of my laptop, the empty word document staring back at me in mockery.
Finding inspiration for a new book was always a pain in my neck, especially when one has no inspiration for anything.
Placing down my coffee mug on the coffee table, I rest back and groan as I rub my fingers over my face, my eyes in pain as I strain through my glasses to stay awake and write.
Beginning to type, I write a sentence but delete as soon as I'm finished writing.
Nope.
Trying again, I get out a reasonable amount of words before I groan and slam my hand down on the backspace button again, the word document once again blank and empty as I stare back at my reflection on the screen.
Grumbling, I decide to take a break, my hand slamming the lid of my laptop down as I place it beside my coffee, swapping it out with my coffee instead, my hands growing warm again as I bring the rim of it up to my lips. Taking a sip, I rest my head back on the back rest, my eyes slipping shut as I sigh in relaxation, until I jolt upright at the sound of a glass breaking in the kitchen.
Furrowing my brows in confusion I set down my coffee mug, my body moving up and off the couch before walking through the archway and into the kitchen, my bare feet tapping against the tiles as I look down at the broken pieces of one of my glasses.
My eyebrows furrow further as I look up to see my kitchen window open, the cold wind brushing against my arms as it causes goosebumps, stepping over the broken glasses I move my fingers forward to shut the window, my eyes squint as I try to see what may have opened the window, without getting any answer I shrug my shoulders in indifference, my fingers shaky as they curl around the curtains to draw them close.
Moving to look down at the glass shards on the ground, my uneasiness and confusion grows tenfold as I see them already cleaned up, the shards of glass no longer on the ground as I move around my kitchen island, cold sweat moving down my back as I feel somebody watching me, somebody's here.
Swallowing nervously I move further towards the front door, my fingers curling around my cricket bat as I turn around to look into the darkness, my heart beating out of my chest in fear and adrenaline.
I've heard of random house attacks around my neighborhood, my mind moving to the worst possible thing.
I'm going to die tonight, but that doesn't mean I have to go without a fight.
Gritting my teeth, I move into the lounge, my eyes immediately drawing to my coffee on the coffee table, it knocked over and the contents dripping down and onto the carpet. That's going to stain.
Turning around at the sound of something whipping by, I look over my couch, my glasses falling down my nose before I move my other hand up to push them back up. Finding nothing in the abyss of darkness, I swallow roughly before I let out a yelp and snap back around at my TV turning on.
Breathing heavily I look at the TV, the screen white and black as it shows static on the screen, but that's not what makes a scream tear from my throat, it's the huge, bloody hand print that's been left on the screen, my eyes widening in fear as I hope to god that's not blood and instead ketchup.
But by the sinking feeling in my gut, and the metallic smell wafting through my nose, I know that it's blood.
Shakily moving forward, I turn it off, my body freezing up as I feel someone looking at me from behind, slowly straightening back up, I slowly turn my body towards theirs, my back tensed as I finally face them.
Looking at them with my cricket bat raised, I feel myself drain of colour, my face now pale and sickly as I look at the full grown woman standing, or more so limping in my lounge room, her body trailing blood behind her as she stands in front of me, her lips spread in satisfaction as her green eyes penetrate my skull, her face dripping with the most blood, as it drips down and off her chin.
I stay quiet as we just stand across from each other, my coffee table standing in between us as I observe her next move and she observes mine.
After a couple of minutes of quiet she opens her mouth, her voice littered with a peculiar accent that I can't pin point at the moment, her accent foreign and not known as she speaks towards me with a growing smile on her lips.
That smile would be charming to me, if she wasn't dripping blood onto my carpet at the moment.
"Darling, I'm here, I've found you, after all this time.."
I shake my head as I furrow my brows in confusion, my cricket bat staying in front of me as I quiver in fear,
"I don't even know you."
She frowns as she looks at me, her eyes narrowing as they flash with disappointment, before shining with slight amusement and realization. She smiles as she shakes her head, her voice coming out like silk as she speaks to me,
"You don't have a Wanda or a Elizabeth in this universe. Well, I guess that makes my job easier, I don't have to kill anyone else to have you."
"W-What?"
My throat and mouth goes dry at what she's said, did she just admit to murder? I'm distracted when I let out a yelp as I feel something curl around my cricket bat, it being flung to the side as it smacks into something in the kitchen loudly, the clang of it distracting me long enough for Wanda to wrap her magic around my limbs, another yelp mixed with a gasp leaving my parted lips as I hang upside down in front of her, my breathing uneven as I watch her fingers glow with redness.
"You- You're a witch!"
She smirks as she comes forward, my eyes finally trained on her as my mouth falls open in shock at the image in front of me, she looks like my favourite Marvel character, she did mention Wanda and Elizabeth earlier, but she- she can't be..
"Well done, sweetheart, you got it correct, such a smart girl.."
I blush as I squirm, my body leaning up as I look at the red wisps wrapped around my ankles, my wrists free as I watch with belated breath as Wanda walks around the coffee table, her fingers dragging softly against my cheek as I shiver at her soft touch.
She smiles down at me as she sighs, her body right in front of me as she trails her fingers up and towards my temple, her fingers glowing a darker red as she presses them right against my temple,
"Mommy will take care of you, just as I was always supposed to.."
I try to speak but my eyebrows furrow as the words come out slurred and unintelligible, I groan as I feel something inside my head, red flashing in front of my eyes as I feel my eyes daze over, my mind being completely run over by feelings of contentment and relaxation, my tense limbs relaxing within her magic as my eyes slip shut and my body and mind slip into her encouragement.
Not knowing that I would never wake up in that universe again..
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creamecafe · 1 year
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Low-key thinking of making a Romani!Gratiela!Wanda Maximoff x Reader fanfic bc idk if anyone has made one. Should I guys?
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ratbastardbilly · 2 years
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Post-season three au where Vecna exists but his powers are slightly different. He finds the perfect host in Steve—who’s lonely, guilt-ridden, and grieving Billy’s death—and brings him into his realm. There he’s homed in a parallel Hawkins; a 1950′s fantasy built around one of Steve’s old daydreams. 
With no memories to fall back on due to Vecna’s control, Steve quickly gets lost in the illusion. It’s easy, especially when he’s not alone.
Billy’s alive here in this realm—or, more accurately, the puppet Vecna created of him is. He’s merely an echo of the real thing, tailored a little differently to fit the fantasy, but close enough that Steve stops questioning their relationship and how the ring on his finger came to be. The memories of his past make him dizzy when he thinks too hard about them and he’s happy to be good and stay inside as Billy tells him to. 
They live in bliss, and Vecna uses Billy to steer Steve’s subconscious as he builds and strengthens their host-bond. Sometimes Steve will get wake with fear from a nightmare he can’t remember or panic at an occasional glimpse into reality, but Billy is always there to press his worries down. 
Vecna feeds freely on the anxieties of his blind host. Steve’s a well-kept battery, hidden away from the world until the link between them is finally solidified. 
Then and only then is Steve allowed outside. He doesn’t know what’s happening, isn’t aware that he’s being used as a bridge to bring others into Vecna’s realm. But as time goes on, the town grows. And soon enough, Steve’s got neighbors. Billy’s at work and Steve’s trimming the roses like a good househusband when he sees Robin leave the house right next door to his. She’s a lovely character, and just like a lot of the other’s he’s met in the town, he feels like he’s known her his whole life. 
Everything’s wonderful for a while, until some of the people start to disappear.  Steve’s started to notice how they look before they leave, always shaky and sick, paranoid and skittish. At first, he doesn’t think about them when they’re gone, like they don’t exist when they’re not in front of him, but the more he watches the more he remembers. Steve starts having dreams then, of different voices at his front door—the one with the stained glass rose Billy likes so much—and on the mornings he wakes from those, the missing people return. Back in town like they never left, looking happy and healthier than ever, save for the little bit of emptiness in their eyes.
Sometimes it makes Steve disoriented, like deep down he knows there’s something oh so wrong going on, but Billy stays home and kisses him mindless those days. Until he forgets that he ever felt that way in the first place.
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Back in the real Hawkins, some townspeople are also starting to become aware of the growing absence of their residents. Other than Murray, Robin (up and left to god-knows-where) and ever-fretful Joyce, Dustin is seemingly the only one who believes it to be upside-down related. His friends won’t listen to his worries anymore, sick of hearing his theories on Steve’s sudden and unexplained disappearance. They brush him off until Max’s face gets plastered up on a poster alongside the many others missing. It’s then that they come to the conclusion that something strange and terrible is happening in Hawkins, and that they’ll need serious help if they’re ever to see their friends again.
Fortunately for them, that’s also when Dr. Owens decides it’s finally time to let his latest patient out of the lab. Cue the real Billy Hargrove—who’s very much not-dead and ready to kick ass to save his step-sister and boyfriend from Vecna’s clutches.
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burberryfaerie · 2 years
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welcome home: I dream
steve rogers × witch!avenger!reader
a wandavision au
warnings: fluff, angst (if you squint), wandavison spoilers?
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you stare at the coloured helicopter between your slender fingers in surprise, how? you were now certain that someone out there knew of your sly plans to live a quiet, normal life with the love of your life.
"what do they want from me now?" you ask yourself, feeling a hint of fear striking your nerves.
"look, it’s the star of the show." a very loud agnes startled you making the foreign object land on the ground with a small thud.
greetings and small jokes were exchanged. you liked agnes, as loud as she can be sometimes, but she was a total sweetheart with great humour, she even let you borrow señor scratchy—her sweet rabbit, for today's magic act.
you two were then headed to dottie—your neighbor and the hostess of the talent show fundraiser you and steve were a part of—agnes went with the name queen cul de sac describing her haughty neighbor whose attitude she clearly despised.
the meeting with the ladies go by and yes, dottie was in fact queen cul de sac. she was a spoiled primadonna who thought the universe revolved around her. luckily, you sticked with your newest sweet neighbor, geraldine.
being the lady you are, you decided to help dottie with the cleaning, trying to be as nice as possible to the brat while being treated like a trash can on a public street.
"she's playing her part perfectly" you thought.
"i’ve heard things about you. you and your husband." she shoots you a wary look, slowly making her way to you.
"well, i don't know what you've been told, but i assure you i don't mean anyone any harm." you lift your hands up in defence, backing away from the woman who's face starts becoming more and more distorted.
you feel yourself slowly glitching, time going fast and slow, as if you were being sucked in a supermassive blackhole, floods in your mind and glass shards striking your heart.
was this it? was the truth about to be unraveled to the small town of westview? was he going to leave you again?
the radio begins to crackle, breaking you from your trance, a manly voice comes through.
your name was being called
"can you read me over?"
"who is that?" dottie's now watery eyes dig a hole into your pale face. your breath hitches and your eyes widen in disbelief.
they know
the voice from the radio calls your name over and over again.
you glare at the radio momentarily, the scarlet celestials in your eyes widening at the device.
"who's doing this to you? do-"
and then ...
supernova
time suddenly returns to normal. the radio blows a fuse and begins to smoke, cutting off the voice. dottie's hand is covered in glass shards, red liquid gushing out of it.
"dottie!" you exclaim, finding the nearest towel and applying pressure on the wound. only for her to realize that the blood wasn't in black and white.
"pop quiz, how does a housewife get a bloodstain out of white linen? by doing it herself." dottie then storms off leaving your panic-striken in the middle of her place.
"time for a commercial break" you thought.
.
let's have something controversial for the audience, maybe something hydra related?
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"where on earth could he be?"
your leg tapped impatiently while geraldine put an arm around your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you.
could he possibly attempt to leave again? no no no, he couldn't right? he couldn't easily es-
"oh is that him?" geraldine's sweet voice interrupted the string of thoughts.
suddenly, a very disheveled steve rogers came barging into the place.
"my little cabbage, you look smashing!" the salty yet sweet petname he used for you rolled of his sultry throat, the void blinding his eyes.
"where have you been?" your hands were at your hips as your brows furrowed together.
he then went on rambling about something that involves horses and shoe horses?
shit, i forgot about him not being capable to be drunk.
the show started in a whirlwind of chaos, steve calling the crowd idiots and having limited understanding of the inner workings of the universe.
okay mr. i'll travel back in time for a girl i kissed once.
it's only been two minutes up that stage and everything has been going horribly wrong.
god do i really need to mind control them into believing our bullshit?
the final act was the cabinet of mysteries, and in an attempt to save the show, you had to transport geraldine into the cabinet.
ironically, the residents of the little town of westview found the stunt you and your husband pulled out there is hilarious! including queen cul de sac!
after pulling out the alcohol from steve's system using your powers, you bid farewell to your neighbors.
now back at the comfort of the rogers' residence, your husband gently kissed your temple.
"you were tremendous, glamour." he let out his usual small smile that has made you fall in love with him.
"as you were illusion." you let out a small chuckle to hide your almost-teary eyes.
"i dont know what i was so worried about. it wasn't so hard to fit in."
"and all we had to do is be ourselves."
"well, with a few modifications."
"and it was all for the children."
"for the children."
wait, now's the prefect time.
"well, i think the children might need some popcorn."
steve mumbled your name in a low voice.
"hmm, what?"
a gasp could be heard from both of you as you stared down at the small bump forming in your stomach.
"stevie, is this really happening?"
"yes my love, it is really happening."
your intimate moment was interrupted by a loud thud as you both groaned in annoyance.
"ugh i swear to god-"
you both rushed outside to the source of the thud.
your heart fell out of your ribcage.
a man covered from head to toe with bees surrounding him?
seriously?
your mind spiraled a thousand thoughts per second as you felt the milky way swirl faster than it should be.
a strong "no" left your mouth and before you knew it, you were rewinded into your living room.
wait, let's go back to colour so the colour anomalies would go unnoticed.
with a little flick from your pointer finger, colors started flowing in your house then spreading your surroundings and beings.
"well, that calls for a re-decoration."
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mcu-fan-fics-blog · 1 year
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Waffles, Weddings, and Sunrises V
Previous Parts : (Pt. 1), (Pt. 2), (Pt.3), (Pt.4)
One Shot Mini Series Au (No powers)
Wanda Maximoff x Female! Reader
Word Count: 2608
A/n: Some of y’all have been waiting for this update for a while. You have been blessed this week. I don’t know what it was about this week but I’ve finally had inspiration. I won’t promise anything else, but if this streak keeps going I’ll keep posting!!!! ILY’ALL <3 let me know what you think. 
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Getting home after your parents died was weird. Nothing had changed, your room was still your room, your spot on the couch still felt comfortable, it was still home. Yet everything was different, what was supposed to be of your life changed in an instant. It never quite felt like home after that day, not to you or Sarah. There were moments where you could just enter a room and for a moment it all felt like it used to. It felt like everything was complete, just for a moment. Moments were really all you had left. It brought a feeling of normalcy, as much as one would hate to admit situations like this change you. It might not be on the outside, but you feel it on the inside, you're not quite yourself. You wait and wait for the old you to come back, you wait until you realize the old you will never come back. It’s really why you never wanted to let Shawn go, it was a connection and a tie to the old you. You were barely coming to terms with who you were after all these years, that much you were sure of. 
For the first time walking into your old house it felt like a home. Paul and Sarah had made this place a home. It felt warm and inviting, it felt like something that you wanted to have for yourself. It was borderline too much a house that held so many bitter memories, will make so many more new happy memories. Natasha was the one to pull you out of your thoughts with a reassuring squeeze to your hand. “Are you alright?” You took a deep breath and nodded. You were grateful that Paul was the one to open the door as he gave you the time you needed to process your return. “Can’t say that I’ve missed you Paul.” You say cheekily sending him a warm smile as he pulls you into a hug. “Well you’ll just have to deal with it because we’ve missed you loads around here. And I see you’ve brought a friend?” You chuckle, but are interrupted when you hear a squeal coming from behind Paul. 
“Y/n!!!! You’re home, look at you. You look so different. I’ve missed you so much you know. My baby really wants to meet you!” She says while holding her bump. “I’ve been dying to meet them too! And of course I've missed you, but I’m happy.” Natasha clears her throat making her presence known again. “Right, yes this Is my friend Natasha. She works for Pepper at the tower. The best personal assistant you could find. Although I have found that she likes to complain about everything.” Natasha goes to hit your shoulder, and is successful making you yelp out in pain while they all laugh at you. “It’s nice to finally meet you guys you’re literally all Y/n talks about so it’s nice to finally put  faces to the names.” She smiles politely. Sarah smiles and nods whisking Natasha away to show her around but mostly to drill her. Leaving you and Paul all to yourselves. “When’s Pietro getting here?” You asked, wanting to see him. 
“Everyone will be here within the hour. Don’t worry he’ll be here.” He says as you walk into the living room “What do you think they’re talking about in there?” You ask Paul curiously. “I don’t know they’re probably plotting your murder, but that’s just my guess.” He teases, making you laugh. It’s funny because quite the opposite is going on in the kitchen. “Y/n didn’t want me to interfere, but she’s literally crazy if she thinks that I’m not meddling.” Sarah laughs nodding along with what Natasha is telling her. “Well I like you already. We have something in common meddling in Y/n’s love life.” Natasha nods. “Does that mean you’re in?” Natasha asks Sarah. “Of Course I’m in! You’ll be this baby's aunt if it works out.” Natasha’s eyes widen as a big smile spreads on her face. “Well, now it’s going to have to work. Can’t miss out on this opportunity.” 
“Wanda you Have to go, you literally promised Sarah you’d go.” Pietro reminds her for the fifth time today. “Ugh… Don’t you think I know that?” She shoots back. “Well it doesn’t seem like it, we have like thirty minutes to leave so hurry up or you're showing up in your sweats. I don't care if I have to drag you there myself.” Wanda knew Pietro wasn’t lying either so she started getting ready to go see Sarah, and by extension you, also by extension Natasha. “It’ll be fine, just lay low it’ll go by fast you’ll see.” Pietro tries to soothe her. “I would if i were over her, but I'm not there yet Piet.” He nods, sighing. “I get it, but don’t let it get to you.” He advises his sister. “Okay let me go get ready and we can leave. Just please don’t expect me to stay long.” She warns him. Pietro nods. “Just as long as you show up. Sometimes that's all that matters.”
When they finally made it to the door a crowd had already gathered. Sarah was the one to open the door. “Wanda!!! I’m so glad you made it. Pietro you too, Paul is out there with Y/n and her friend Natasha.” She says emphasizing the double meaning in ‘friend’, raising her eyebrows suggestively. “So that’s actually a thing?” Pietro asked the question that was on the tip of Wanda's tongue. “If it’s not, I’m sure Natasha will make it a thing by the time they leave.” She says Sarah's eyes finally meeting Wanda’s gaze. “She deserves something good.” Wanda didn’t really listen to anything after Sarah said It wasn’t a thing yet. It gave her hope that maybe she could do something to win you back. To maybe give herself an opportunity with you in New York. “Well, enough about Y/n and her lover this day is about me!!! And my baby of course.” It made Wanda’s stomach churn in disgust just the thought of someone else having you in that way made her want to die. 
“You know Y/n, I really like Sarah and Paul. I think that I could get used to this every once in a while.” Natasha tells you honestly you’d been there for a while now. Things haven't actually changed much. You still didn’t really like big get-togethers so you were sitting outside with Paul and Natasha Keeping you company. “Careful there Natasha don’t let the baby fever get to you… Or Do. But yeah I get it.” Natasha snorts. “Only thing I can say is that it’s the best thing that has ever happened to me.” Paul says. You nod. “I think that this Is something that I’d like to have eventually.” You only realize that everyone was very quiet until you looked up and saw someone you weren't expecting to see so soon into your visit. “Pietro, I missed you! How have you been, I’m sorry we haven’t talked as much as we would've liked to.” He nods, smiling, pulling you into a hug before the situation got awkward. You hadn’t said hello to Wanda yet, but she was still there and the atmosphere felt tense. 
“I missed you too!!!” He says and you all hear Paul clear his throat. “So what am I chopped beef?” You and Pietro both look at each other and smile ignoring Paul. Soon enough it was handshake time and laughter could not be contained. Natasha had tears brimming her eyes and Paul could barely breathe. You were breathless too when you finally turned and saw Wanda smiling. “Hi Wanda…” It was all you said she nodded and smiled again. “It’s good to see you…” Before Wanda could continue Natasha was at your side introducing herself. “Hi I’m Natasha, I’m Y/n’s roommate? We basically live together, at this point don’t we?” You didn’t notice it, but Wanda’s eyes hardened when she saw Natasha, but still she offered her hand out and gave Natasha a stiff handshake. “Pleasure.” With that she was done she walked away and all you could do was watch. You really weren’t eager to stay in her presence so you went back to Pietro, and Natasha. 
Natasha on the other hand was ecstatic, it was all working out perfectly. “You know I think that this day will go by perfectly.” Natasha says as you make it back towards them. “Of course it will.” You assure her, but it’s more for you than her. You spend your time catching up with Pietro and Paul and it was nice, when eventually Sarah called you all in as it was now time for baby shower games. Sarah had names she was pulling out of a cup. Another test, the mischievous smiles never left Natasha’s and Sarah's faces. You were starting to suspect that something was going on, but you weren’t going to push your luck with her. You were already lucky she didn’t insist on the whole Wanda thing. You just sat there quietly waiting for Sarah to call your names, and waiting until there were only four more of you. You only really Zone back in when you hear Wanda’s name being called and yours following. There was only a split second where you and Wanda looked at each other. 
The moment however was interrupted by Sarah. “You know what Wanda actually would mind if I steal Y/n from you?” Sarah asks her, Wanda doesn’t have time to answer when Sarah speaks again. “I’m sure you won’t mind, It’s just that Natasha is Y/n’s guest and she doesn’t know anyone here.” Sarah explains and you understand it would be a little weird if she was just teamed up with someone she didn’t know. Both Sarah and Natasha watch as Wanda clenches her jaw, and physically bites her tongue. “It’s fine…” Her answer was short. “You can be my partner!!! We can secretly judge everyone.” Wanda laughs at Sarah's comment and nods. She wasn’t really trying to participate so if she could just watch and listen to Sarah’s funny comets she would. She waited for your sister to assign the games and direct everyone, and smiled at her when she made her way to sit down next to her. 
“Alright Wanda, what do you think?” Sarah asks quickly “What do you mean?” Sarah sighs. “Don’t act coy, about Y/n… Natasha. Do you think she’s good for her… what do you think?” Wanda chokes on her breath. “I’i…” Sarah continues. “I think that she’s good for her… they’re both so similar.” She contemplates out loud. “But I don't know… I guess I just thought that maybe yo… Maybe.” Wanda was not having a good time listening about how good a match Natasha was for you. “Maybe what?” Wanda was curious now. “Well I thought she liked you… Like, like.” Wanda was surprised,but she can’t deny it made her feel good.  Sarah seemingly not paying mind to Wanda continues. “Who knows, it's probably just pregnancy hormones. I’m reading into things I must be she literally brought her home.” That last part hit her like a bucket of cold water. Sarah abruptly stands and makes her way to judge the game Wanda takes it as her cue to leave. 
Your eyes were on her since Sarah whisked her away. This time you didn’t fail to notice the irritated look on her face. Something was definitely going on, and you couldn’t put your finger on it. Now that you thought about it Natasha had been uncharacteristically quiet. After Sarah left you saw her make her way out the front door. She left and she didn’t even say goodbye to anyone. It made you feel weird, watching her walk away again. “You aren’t going to go after her?” You hear Natasha speak beside you. Now you knew something was going but you didn’t mention it, it didn’t matter. “Why should I?” Natasha scoffed, “Well I don’t know, maybe it has something to do with the fact you are head over heels for her.” She says casually. “That doesn’t mean I should go after her.” You say. Natasha audibly groans at your response. “For god’s sake are you really this dense or are you just being stubborn.”
“Let me spell this out for you Y/n she left because she’s jealous. The girl would gladly suffocate me in my sleep… I mean she will take any and all opportunities to kill me.” Natasha finished off her ramble and you can’t help but smile a little. “I-i… I may or may not have meddled.” She confesses softly. “Yeah I got that much. You really think she’s jealous?” You ask contemplating what you might have missed throughout the day. “Yes.” She answers without missing a beat. You nod and stand to start making your way towards the door before Natasha stops you. “Also she may or may not think that we are together.” You smirk, nodding. “Are we now?” You question “Yup 3 months going strong, you brought me home to meet the family… I’d say that's solid.” She teased. “I’m going to go before this gets weird… see you later.” You practically sprint out the door. Much to your surprise she wasn’t that far away, but as soon as she realized that the front door had opened and shut again she didn’t wait to see who came out and started making her way. 
It seemed like she started sprinting when she realized it was you. “Why are you leaving?” You raised your voice trying to follow behind her and keep up. “I didn’t think you’d notice or mind for that matter.” She shoots out quickly. “Why are you acting like this, I thought things were fine you know outside of you rejecting me.” She sighs. “I didn’t reject you so don’t say it like that.” Wanda grimaces at the memory, still keeping an elevated pace. “Well, what would you have me call it, Wanda! Because from where I was standing it looked a lot like that.” She stops and turns to you. “It’s not even about that Wanda. It’s okay that you said no alright… I just want to know why you are mad at me.” Wanda scoffs, “Of course you don't care.”  You really wanted to test the waters and it seems like Natasha was right. “You have ‘Natasha’ afterall.” You really couldn’t help but smile. Only Wanda took that the wrong way, she groaned and started to storm away again. 
“Why does that bother you so much?” You ask. “You tell me that you want me to leave with you one day and the next you’re bringing someone home.” You laugh. “That's not how it happened and we both know it. And just to clear things up I didn’t bring anyone home.” Wanda sends you a glare. “I brought a friend of mine home for moral support. A friend who promised me she wasn’t going to meddle, but clearly did.” Wanda stops again. “What… You and Natasha aren’t?” She questions. You shake your head. “So I'll ask you again why did it bother you?” Wanda gives you a look. “Don’t you know by now?” You nod. “Yes, I think I have an Idea. But maybe I want to hear it from you.” Wanda wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass her by. She kissed you one then twice then till she couldn’t breathe anymore. “I’m so so so In love with you…” 
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See, this would have been funny. Would I still be sad about no Peter Maximoff? Sure, but it’s better than what we got.
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The Kiss of Life
Pietro Maximoff X Reader
Summary: You were recruited to the Avengers after the collapse of S.H.I.E.L.D because of your super-soldier like abilities, after a year of vigorous training you were finally able to join the team on missions. One being the battle of Sokovia, where you learned maybe you had more powers than you knew of when you saved a certain silvered haired speedster from the brink of death. Maybe it helped that you had the smallest crush on him. . .
Warnings: Vague mentions of death, depictions of fighting, kissing, fluff, flirting, suggestive comments, all the works.
Word Count: 4.4K
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Tony was hesitant at first, considering you were a product of a HYDRA experiment. Made for some very rigorous training for a year before he finally agreed you were ready to be a part of the Avengers. They called you ‘angel from the dark’ due to your past, you always hated that the public was always going to know your entire background, your whole life and everything that had been done to you. Despite it, you were glad to be able to join the Avengers to change your past and do better. HYDRA made you into a modern age super-soldier, you were the peak of human potential. Immensely strong, very fast, durable, tremendously strong, impressive endurance, amongst many other things. But in short you were made to be a killer, nothing more, nothing less. . . or so you thought.
It was now time for your first real mission, you had been sent on a few small tasks with petty crimes around New York but no here you were, in some small town called Sokovia getting ready to take down what Tony said was the last of HYDRA. You knew your missions would get big, but you never expected your first big one to be fighting against the same people you once fought alongside.
“Sorry about this Vladimir.” you said, throwing another punch his way. “Actually,” you said, thinking for a moment before landing another blow. “No, I’m not.” you said fully knocking him out and retracting your prior apology.
“We have enhanced in the field.” Steve warned over comms, causing you to perk up and check your surroundings. You heard rusting around you, you know it wasn’t one of HYDRAs armed soldiers because they’d come out in rows shooting at you. You could sense it, this was another experiment.
“Hey.” you said hesitantly, calling out to whoever was near you. “It’s okay, I know what they’ve done to you.” you added, but still no response from the woods whooshing around you. “I was tested on too, it was horrible. But what they’ve made you doesn’t determine who you are.” you voiced trying to reason with the presence. But the next thing you knew you felt a hard punch on your stomach and your legs went out from under you, you were on the ground in a matter of seconds wondering what the hell just happened. Then, a face appeared above you.
“I’m not what HYDRA made me, but that was a nice little lecture you gave there. You almost had me.” he said with a wide grin, a mop of silver hair atop his head and a rough 5 o’clock shadow lining his jaw. If he wasn’t so attractive, you would’ve moved to punch him sooner. But by the time your reaction kicked in he was gone, in the blink of an eye; literally. After taking a breath, you pressed a finger to your ear and said over comms “yeah, just met him. He’s fast, faster than me, or anything.” you finished breathlessly.
“Faster than the angel? Shit.” Steve said.
“Language! Again Rogers god what am I gonna do with you?” Tony barked, soon thereafter announcing he made way into the HYDRA base. Tony and Steve handled the fortress while the rest of the team and you helped Clint get to the quinjet. But that wasn’t the last you saw or heard of the man who was too quick to see.
“...they were left in a fugue state, going on about their worst fears and something too fast to see.” Maria said walking out of the elevator with Steve, hearing what he was saying, you joined in and walked beside her. “What’s the word on the two enhanced” Steve asked. “Two?” you repeated. “Maximoffs.” Maria said. “Maximoffs?” you repeated back again, questioning the name. “Yes, Wanda and Pietro Maximoff, twins. Orphaned at 10 when a shell collapsed their apartment building, they were radicalized shortly thereafter and file says they volunteered for Stücker’s experiments. It’s nuts.” Maria said, explaining the Maximoff’s past.
“Yeah, what kind of monster would let a German scientist experiment on them to protect their country?” Steve joked, Maria choked up a bit but you stopped her and Steve’s joke, asking another question. “What are their abilities?”
“He’s got increased metabolism and improved thermal homeostasis. Her thing is neural electric interfacing, telekinesis, mental manipulation.” Maria responded, you understood but Steve gave her a funny look entailing that he didn’t understand. “He’s fast and she’s weird.” Maria added on with a sigh. You chuckled at Steve, patting his shoulder as you turned around. “Keep up old man.” you joked, leaving him and Maria and heading to the recovery room to check up on Clint with the others.
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“I saw what you did back there brother, with that girl.” Wanda said with a disapproving tone.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Pietro lied.
“Whisking the hero away, you know she’s with Stark right?” Wanda asked, stating the facts to her overly adorned bother.
“She’s not, well she is but it’s not like that. She’s. . . she’s like us.” he said, seemingly defending you. “Haven’t you seen her records in the public? Heard about her on the news?” he furthered on.
“Yes, I’m aware she’s a traitor. Raised by the resistance that made us, and then turning herself over to the Avengers and joining their destruction.” Wanda said bitterly.
“It wasn’t like that, don’t you ever think about leaving Ultron? I know you’re glad we escaped HYDRA when the Avengers destroyed that base.” Pietro asked.
“You know I think about it all the time, but we can’t he. . . Ultron, who knows what he’ll do to us?” Wanda said, voice now getting low and soft.
“Whatever it is, it has to be worth it. . . to be free. Or at least to fight for something better, something good.” Pietro said, leaving Wanda and him both in a contemplative silence.
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The next time you saw Pietro was at some shipyard off the African coast, it was where Tony said Ultron was. You stood in the back of the group behind Tony, Steve, and Thor. Small and unassuming, but you still caught his eye. When Ultron was explaining his evil plan to Tony, he locked eyes with you, and grinned. Before you could wonder why he had the reaction he did, Ultron magnetized Tony towards him and then shot him backwards with a blast, sending you and the team running. Thor and Steve took on two of Ultrons bots, and before you could go after Ultron himself you were whisked away to somewhere outside of the ship in the blink of an eye.
Then you looked around and realized you were in his arms. “Pietro?” you asked, as he set you down. You raised your fists ready to fight but he held up his arms in surrender, you weren't sure why but you lowered your hands and waited for him to speak. “Please, stay out here, away from the fight.” Pietro said, making you merely scoff at him. “Think I can’t handle a fight, pretty boy?” you said, causing Pietro to chuckle. “Glad you think I’m pretty, dragosté. But no. . . I know you can handle a fight. I've seen you fight, you're good.” he said, trailing off towards the end. There you stood, blushing, borderline fraternizing with the enemy. “Then what is it? Why don’t you want me in there?” you asked.
“My sister. . .” he started, “She can do things, make you see things. Your worst fears and I.. you don’t need to see that.” Pietro finished, making you look at him questionably, wondering why he had this concern for you. But before you could ask why he was doing this for you, he was gone in a flash running towards an explosion coming from the ship.
A day later when Bruce pointed out that Ultron was probably after Helen Chou next, you had all flown out to Japan and were getting ready to attack Ultron. But after informing the team of the soft spot the enhanced showed for you Tony ordered you stay back for now, worrying Pietro would whisk you away from the fight again. Right now you were stuck on the jet with Clint as he flew around helping Steve and Natasha get to where they needed to be.
Soon enough you could hear Nat over comms asking Steve to keep Ultron occupied “What do you think I’ve been doing?” Steve asked breathlessly, you turned to Clint and implored him to drop you off at the train with Steve to help him. Clint sighed, and flew the jet over an open emergency exit on top of the train letting you jump in.
You rushed over to the next train car to help Steve but you were too late, Ultron had knocked him down and shot a blast at the train controls, causing the train to lose control. You looked around and saw Wanda and Pietro now joining you and Steve in the train car with scared looks on their faces. Pietro made no effort to conceal his immediate rush over to you, he grasped at your shoulders and quickly hugged you before pulling away as he started to ramble.
“Ultron he, he means to kill, kill everyone. Death and destruction to the whole world, he made this thing, this person, you have to get it away from him he—” Pietro rambled on, but you rested your hands on his shoulders and told him to calm down, shushing him. Aside from seeing your apparent alliance with the enemy, Steve looked to Wanda and asked if she could stop the train that was now about to derail. She nodded and red flares flew from her hands as she made an effort to stop the train. Looking back at Pietro you brought your hands to his face and said “I know you’re scared right now but there are civilians in our path, this is your chance to do something right. . . to fight for something better. Can you save them?” you asked, eyes pleading with him. He nodded firmly, dashing off and removing anyone within the train's path and saving them from harm’s way.
After the train crashed you and Steve caught up with Wanda and Pietro. “I’m fine, I just need to take a minute.” Pietro assured Wanda, taking a seat as he attempted to catch his breath. “I’m very tempted not to give you one.” Steve said, making you elbow his side for his lack of trust. “Are you okay?” you asked, pulling Pietro aside as Wanda asked Steve about the cradle.
“Yes yes, just tired.” He said breathlessly. “Thank you. . .” he took a pause, realizing he never caught your name. “Y/n, my name is y/n.” you said with a smile. “Thank you y/n.” he said, reaching for your hand, holding it gently, loose enough to the point that if you wanted to let go and step away you could. But you didn’t back away, in fact you embraced your hand in his and held it tighter. You felt butterflies fluttering in your stomach and rising to your chest, a light blush spreading across your cheeks. Steve then came over to you both, creating distance between the two of you as your hand fell out of his. “Tony has the cradle, but he might have. . . other plans for it. We’re heading back to the tower now, come on.” Steve said, a vague look of disappointment lingering in his features as he led the way back to the quinjet.
The ride back was quiet, tense with the loitering thoughts of what Tony may be doing with the cradle. But Pietro, he was by your side. Silently holding your hand the whole ride back, Wanda noticed but elected to say nothing. When you arrived back at the tower and saw what Tony was doing, in all fairness it looked bad. Pietro squeezed your hand as Steve, Tony, and Bruce argued and whispered for you to stay put. He was gone in a blur, and then you watched as all the tubes to the crable became undone and Pietro stood there wiring in hand and asked the group “you were saying?” but no one could get to him before the floor shattered from under him and he fell through. You and Wanda both shouting after him.
It was all a mess of fists and flashes for a few more moments before Thor came down out of nowhere and used his powers to give life to what was inside the cradle, then that thing flew out towards a window and just stopped. All went quiet and Thor held his hand up, singling for you all to wait. The rest of the team gathered around waiting, silently.
The vision, as Thor called him, commencing what he knew was being thought of him and explaining who he was. Pietro standing in front of you in a protective manner, even if he knew you could fight for yourself. “There may be no way to make you trust me,” the vision said, lifting Thor’s hammer in a moment that shocked everyone in the room. “But we need to go.” Everyone shared looks of shock and agreeance, scattering to go and prepare for the fight. You caught an eye of Tony handing Pietro a fresh outfit, smiling to yourself at the olive branch.
After you suited up and were prepared for the fight, you went to go check on Wanda and Pietro. Clearly a moment too soon because you saw a glimpse of Pietro slipping his shirt on, you tried to brush it off and keep walking but your feet stayed glue to your place in the doorway and let out a squeak, causing both him and wanda to look your way. You grimaced knowing you were probably bright red, opening your mouth to speak but no words came out.
“Like what you see dragâ?” Pietro asked with a teasing way, walking towards you as he gestured towards his chest and abdomen. “I uh-” you stammered “I was just coming by to see if you were ready for the battle, that’s all.” you said, averting his eyes. “Well lucky you, getting a lookover at the goods.” Pietro said, wiggling his eyebrows at you and making you laugh. “Yeah yeah whatever, I’ll see you on the jet goodlooking.” you half joked, half flirted back as you sent him a last minute wink as you were walking away. Pietro turned to his sister with a lovesick look on his face, Wanda only flashed a knowing smile her brother’s way before throwing her jacket at him.
There was a sense of hope and excitement radiating off the two of you in the quinjet when traveling to Sokovia, but also a sense of fear and worry. The excitement of a new attraction buzzing in your veins, and the fear of the battle to come. Neither of you were sure which feeling trumped the other. One thing was for sure, when he held your hand all felt alright.
You all split up once you landed on Sokovia, and everyone became frazzled when the city started flying. You were doing what you did best, destroying Ultron's robots with your strength and aiding citizens to safety. But your point felt mute when three more robots popped up after you ripped one apart. You started to worry about the rest of your team, how they were taking this beating. Mainly thinking, worrying about Pietro. But you kept fighting until Tony gathered you all at the vibranium core and said this is what you would be protecting, that it was Ultron’s key to dropping this city to the ground and eliminating the earth’s population. Now you stand blowly punches to mindless robots every other second in what you believed to be the final fight. The end of this. . . but you were wrong.
You’d done it, gotten all of Ultron’s followers away from the core and ripped to pieces. You were now on the edges of the city helping the citizens of Sokovia onto the helicarriers Fury and Maria provided, Clint running back to grab a kid who was stuck at the last moment. You ran after him to help until you heard Ultron flying around and starting the machine gun attached to his plane. You ducked down, handing your head in an attempt to shield yourself from the incoming bullets. When the shooting stopped you lifted your head and saw the worst.
Pietro was shot multiple times, his chest you were admiring hours ago now littered with bullet holes. You screamed out, crying as you ran towards him as fast as your feet would take you. Falling to your knees at his side and holding his face in yours, tears falling from your face. “No no no.” you said deplorably “I’m so sorry, this is all my fault.” you said, holding out for a miracle and making a fairy tale moment as you brought your face to his when you felt Pietro taking his last breath and pressing your lips to his. You pulled away, suddenly feeling very tired. The last thing you can remember is everyone quickly surrounding you and Pietro before you hit the ground.
Everything was blurry, you believed to be fading in and out of consciousness when on the quinjet. Looking over weakly you swore you saw Pietro sitting up with Bruce pressing a stethoscope to his chest. Then it all faded back out. The next thing you knew you were in the recovery room at the new Avengers compound surrounded by IVs and medical wires.
Then there was a soft face coming close to yours and small hands grasping yours, her words sounded far away for a moment before your surroundings cleared up and you heard her repeating ‘thank you, thank you so much’ like a mantra. You turned your head to the source of the voice, it was Wanda. You smiled weakly at her, seeing her eyes water up.
“Thank you so much, my brother, I don’t know what I don’t without him.”
My brother
Pietro? No, there was no way. He died, you held him as you swore you could feel him taking his last breath, you kissed him when— it was impossible, unless…
“Piet–Pietro?” You questioned, sitting up slowly in the hospital style bed.
“Yes, you saved his life in Sokovia. I’m so thankful I-, I don’t know how to ever repay you.” Wanda said, tears now falling from her hazel eyes.
“Saved? No no, I… he, Pietro died. He was shot, by Ultron.” You said in a confused state.
“That’s what I thought too, I felt it. When he was shot, thought he was dead. But then I get on the helicarrier and there he is, shocked but breathing.” Wanda says, still holding one of your hands tight.
“H-how?” You asked.
“You, so the team tells me.” She said.
“Me?” You repeated back.
“Yes. They say when it seemed he was taking his last breath, you kissed him. That much I can forgive because shortly after you pulled away, they say he shot back up gasping for air. Like he had been regifted the miracle of life. You passed out afterwards, seemingly exhausted out of nowhere. You’ve been out for a few days since actually.” She explained, leaving your head swirling with dozens of additional questions. You remained in a stunned silence until Wanda spoke again.
“Do you have any other powers you know of? Besides the ones you got when HYDRA tested on you?” She asked tentatively.
“No no, they just made me into a new-age super soldier. I’m nothing more than super strength and increased stamina. I'm basically human but better, but I’ve never been able to heal others.” You elaborated.
“Maybe that’s because you never tried. It’s not what HYDRA made you for, even if they gave you healing powers it’s not what they needed out of you.” Tony said, walking in and handing you a glass of water.
“Thanks.” You mumbled, thinking on his comment. “Have you tested me, to see?” You asked, hope reminiscent in your voice. Maybe you got something good out of your unpleasantries from HYDRA.
“Yes, but we only ran tests on your blood and whatnot. The abnormalities in your system don’t tell us much though, they don’t tell us what powers you hold. The only way we can truly know, is if you try.” Tony’s comment crashed a shiver to run down your spine. Reminding you of things HYDRA made you do. “Only if you want to, of course.” He added, noticing your discomfort.
“I’ll try, I just need time.” You said quietly. “Of course, whenever you’re ready; and recover of course. Which should be by the end of the day because of the abilities to possess that we do know the extent of.”
“That’s.. good to hear, thank you Mr. Stark.” You said with a smile.
“Oh please call me Tony, you helped me save a city of people who were flying 15,000 feet in the air. I think we’re on a first name basis.” He said with a laugh, patting your shoulder and exiting the room. Things stayed silent for a moment before you turned back to Wanda.
“You really think I saved him?” You asked.
“I don’t think, I know.” She insisted.
“What are you insisting you know now, sister?” Pietro said gleefully, walking into the room. Shocking the hell out of you. “Pietro!” You said fully sitting up, trying to swing your legs out of the bed but a jolt of pain stopped you. Pietro rushed to your side and eased your back into bed “stay here dragâ, I’m not going anywhere.” he said with a soothing tone, you caught a glimpse of Wanda grinning before she stood up and announced she’d give you two some space.
“But you, I watched you, and held you when…” you rambled out, feeling his hand settle over yours as he sat down taking Wanda’s chair she pulled up next to your bed. “I know.” He started “I was there too you know, and now I’m here.” He said with a smile as he squeezed your hand.
“How?“ you asked.
“You saved me. You were like an angel. One moment I’m shielding Clint and this kid from Ultron’s shooting and collapsing down beside them, the next moment I feel myself taking my last breath and I see you in front of me. Then I feel your lips on mine, the next moment I’m sitting up and gasping for air. You’re collapsing on the ground next to me with what seems to be exhaustion as half the team helps me and the other half aids you.” Pietro explained, leaving you in a stunned silence over the elaboration of events.
“Like I said, you were my angel.” He repeated, causing you to lock eyes with him. “And there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to repay you for what you’ve done for me.” He said truthfully, soothing his thumb over your knuckles.
“Pietro I… you don’t have to do anything for me really.” You insisted, a blush creeping up your cheeks.
“Well maybe I… maybe I could start by taking you out on a date?” Pietro said, a hint of nervousness radiating off his voice.
A wave of seismic shock came over you before a flattered grin grew upon your face. You sat for a moment in mock exaggerated contemplation, before agreeing and saying “Sure, I think that’d be nice.”.
“Yes yes! Thank you, you won’t regret this I—” Pietro said, jumping out of his seat and his hands flying to your face, overwhelmed with joy. In a moment of rejoice he brought his face to yours and pressed his lips on your quickly in a nimble kiss. Barely a second later he pulled away, his actions seemingly seeping in. Apologies started to fall from his mouth before you silenced him.
“Y/n, I’m so sorry I, I was just so happy and I just, I should’ve asked and, I’m sorr—”
“Just, shut up for a second okay?” You said, your mind clouded with thoughts as you wrapped your hands around the back of Pietro’s neck and pulled him in for another kiss. Things between the two of you, what became your relationship, only got better from there.
A/N
Whew! That was just about 8 hours of writing, 12am to 8am for me (yes, I’m nocturnal). I wrote this watching through 10 episodes of daredevil, the day it finally came onto disney+ so thank fuck for that. Anyways I actually wrote this off a memory I got on snapchat a year ago today (March 17th, 2022) where I was editing an old idea in my docs and started writing a different storyline from the ending idea I had already written a few days prior by accident. In the memory I was conflicted over which storyline to choose.
Well I went back in my docs and in my stories I posted and figured out which idea I went with, and then decided I wanted to write the idea I didn’t go with a year ago. And well, 8 hours later here I am with a 10 page long story and a family about to come downstairs to a very manic daughter of theirs. The story from last year is this two part story, arrogant. That one was more enemies-to-lovers vibes, more angsty. I wanted to make this one softer, a slow burn into y/n and Pietro’s eventual relationship. Requited love that you know shouldn’t happen but you feel it in your veins, you know it's happening and somehow, it's great. Anyways I hope you all enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed my probably manic episode I just had writing it.
Also, happy 7 year anniversary to Age of Ultron! (05/01/2015)
Much Love,
—Skyler
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it is 4am or maybe it's 5 who fucking knows but I was sifting through some cool toa posts (and today's song fixation happened to be Arcade bc I watched some really cool vid edits) (you know the one that goes "loving you is a losing game") and I got a galaxy brain idea
what if: a Wandavision AU for Apollo
it's a sitcom thing(?) starring Lester! the single dad(?), his tiny girl-child-bestie(?), and his weird-ass relatives who barge into his life being all "you haven't come to thanksgiving dinner" except they all seem be calling him by the nickname of a greek god?? wut??
old-fashioned laugh track comedy with annoying cousins, an annoying sister, the mother who lives far away, a creepy stepmother and a deadbeat bio dad plus the really weird aunts and uncles (it's a whole extended family extravaganza)
obviously the fic would be 9 chapters long (imitating Wandavision), and the Big Bad would be revealed as the lil garden snake (it's Python, the dick) who turned out to have trapped a god in an illusion world and was feeding him the fantasy that he wasn't a god who had colossally messed up with people he loved
(HOLY SHIT APOLLO IS PROBABLY DATING HYACINTHUS IN THIS HYPOTHETICAL SHOW) (tv show logic says he got divorced w/Daphne?) (of course they're both illusions with whom Apollo gets to have some heartfelt conversations and closure)
this is where the question of Who Is Real in this Dreamscape World arises: is Meg real? is Will? the other kids? (I think the gods might be fake, except for Artemis, who may have come to check on him when he went incognito?)
(FUCK JASON IS PROBABLY HERE FUCK FUCK THAT ACTUALLY DRAWS IN A LOT MORE CHARACTERS THAN I ANTICIPATED) (fuck are the other gods actually here, in tiny parts of themselves? do they also enjoy forgetting that they're gods too?)
basically Lester has to make peace with himself and his past, tell specific members of his illusion-godly-family to fuck off, have some heartwrenching conversations with the dead people in the illusions, then drop-kick Python into oblivion because Apollo is Ready to Live in the Real World and What Is Grief If Not Love Persevering, He Has People Left to Love (Wanda deserved better)
this is an incomprehensible post and I apologize to anyone who has to read this but *gestures* A Potential WIP for my procrastinating, multi-WIP self? (I need to finish my WIPs man)
in summary: LESTERVISION
EDIT: I just realized that if this is an illusion world where you can hypothetically live with the dead, there are multiple pjo/hoo characters who will be signing themselves the fuck up (but that makes things so much more Complicated ahhh)
(Nico is definitely getting Bianca) (Leo would have his mother and best friend back) (I dunno is Annabeth hanging out with Luke? is Thalia inseparable from Jason? are they a posse? are we doing full opposite land? Percy and Annabeth have got a big friend named Bob) (does Meg have her father and does it weird her out enough that she realizes this world is an illusion)
(maybe everyone except for Meg are just happy illusions that Lester dreamed up--his desire to allow happy moments for his friends) (yeah that feels accurate)
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Persona 5 Royal new third semester story but make the story like the story of "WandaVison". So Basically let's say all of Joker's friends died while fighting Yaldabaoth except for Joker and let's assume "Kasumi" was also in the fight as well. living with that grief and regret was hard for him and he also lost Goro in the engine room, he was angry at himself, he blamed himself for all of their deaths. Fuelled by anger and grief his heart had an effect and his persona changed from Satanael To Raoul and is now way more stronger than the other one. In Fact so strong that now Joker was able to create a new reality and he also brought his friends back to life including Goro. Joker also starts to live a perfect new life with the PTS and Goro, and he's aware of everything but he doesn't let anyone know the truth. The PTS And Goro at first didn't think anything was wrong but as time goes on they realize something is not right in here. They go and talk to Joker about it since he's their leader but Joker lies and tells them that nothing's wrong everything's fine but the PTS doesn't buy it though. Just by looking at Joker's attitude they know something's wrong and Joker knows something that they don't. Eventually though they figure out on their on by going to the Metaverse without letting Joker know. They learn that this reality is not real one. It's a fake and at first they suspect Markui because he's a cognitive science researcher so he could be involved but later doing more research on their own they learn that it's actually Joker who created this reality. Learning this Goro gets really angry with Joker and tells him to free them of this fake reality but Joker doesn't want to, he doesn't want to watch his friends die again. But the PTS beg and tries to convince Joker to free them from this reality because it's not real, it's fake they don't want to live like that. If they die then they die. Goro tells Joker that he doesn't want to be anyone's puppet anymore he wants to be free and that Joker Has to move on. Hearing all this Joker finally agrees and he breaks the fake reality and brings back the old one. Knowing that he just watched his loved ones die again it broke his heart but he still moved on to a new life knowing that it's what his friends and especially Goro wanted for him.
[P.S: English is not my first language so if you have trouble reading this you'll know why 😅]
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lightneverfades · 2 years
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So like I haven't been updating this fic as frequently as I had hoped, but I'm slowly but surely planning on completing it! <3 And I'm just having a lot of fun with it, heh! :)
I did technically conclude this Frostiron/Wandavision AU last year (you can find all my posts on this AU fic/art HERE), but I'm adding new chapters/stories :) <3 Might add some new art too heh~
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midnightsxxvi · 2 years
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For You, From Westview (Chapter 7)
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Previous Chapter | Series Masterlist
Pairing - Bucky x fem!reader / avenger!reader / fem!reader
Warnings - Some cursing! As per usual, some dialogue is from WandaVision episodes.
Wordcount - 2.3k (next parts will be longer. This one just needed to be out there)
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You didn’t know who to turn to. 
The force field shifted. And you came back to consciousness. Vision was still out of sight and you had no idea where to even begin looking for him. All that was behind you was a massive field with the trees in the distance and the daylight sky. Perhaps you could follow into the forest and search, or make your way past Ellis Ave onto the other rural roads, but it would all be time costly and close to hopeless. All you could do was hope that he was okay. 
For now, you needed to get back home and gather your thoughts because you couldn't think of what else to do. Confronting Wanda seemed foolish on your own. 
So, you’d have to wait. Even though you didn’t know exactly what you were waiting for besides the slim chance that Vision would find you, and even though you’d been sitting and waiting for something for who knows how long now. 
The walk home was lengthy and tiresome, and you agonized over how bright and cheery the setting around you was when you knew so many people were trapped in their minds because of whatever Wanda was doing. 
You didn’t know when night turned into day, and you didn’t know when or how your bat costume had turned into a normal outfit for you. You hadn’t felt or noticed a shift; it just happened and felt like no real time had passed. As you were aware of it though, you wondered if things were this way this whole time? Would the time pass faster than it was in reality? You swore you’d been here for months, but had it really been that long? When did your home change? When did the wars shift? What kind of strange magic was this, holding you all in and messing with reality? 
At a crossroad, you could turn one way toward your home, or you could turn the other toward Wanda’s. Going home had to be the right choice– the safest choice. Yet, you gazed toward the latter. 
You’d been sitting put long enough. This feeling of a lonely housewife in waiting was killing you more every passing moment. 
You stepped toward the direction of Wanda’s home. You weren’t yet sure of your intention, whether you would confront her or not, or perhaps just say hello and see if she suspected anything. But going in that direction felt right, like some internal magnetic force, and it didn’t feel sinister. 
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Beside Bucky, Monica’s eyes were glowing blue as she stared toward the town before them. Has she always been able to do that? Bucky wondered, Is that ‘cause of the hex? Are my eyes also glowing blue?
A little off due to the forcefield, Bucky asked Monica, “Are my eyes blue?”
She blinked a few times, looking toward him with her brown eyes again. “What?”
Bucky, whose eyes are regularly blue, realized that this question made no sense. “Do you have powers?”
Monica’s expression changed for a millisecond before she straightened up and looked toward town again. “We need to find Wanda.” 
Before Bucky could ask further, Monica was speed walking away. He took a whole moment before his feet got the hint to follow. 
“When did it become day!” He asked, trying to catch up. Sure, the guy had the ability to speed run, but he loved a simple jog. 
“I don’t know, James!”
He frowned at the name, “I need to find y/n.”
She briefly looked at him, disappointed. “I know you want to, but I want you to come with me. You’re familiar with Wanda, and it’ll help.”
We were once on the same team, he thought, recalling the Soviet accords, and when it felt like the world was after him. 
The word was after him and somehow Wanda was on his side. 
There’d never been many words shared between the two of them, but Bucky knew that now, he had to be on her side too. 
Because of his silence, Monica knew he would follow. He just went slow. 
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Eventually, you found Wanda’s street, approaching 2800 with only adrenaline pushing you forward. 
Agatha was outside trimming her hedges, and glanced at you curiously. “Howdy, y/n.”
You merely gave her a wave. She had been strange when you and Vis found her by Ellis Ave. Something was up with her. Perhaps Vision didn’t realize it, but you did. Ignoring her, not replying to her greeting, you walked right up toward Wanda’s home and let yourself in. 
Wanda stood at the counter in her kitchen, dressed casually as ever as a mother on her day off. 
“Y/n?” she questioned with a small tilt of her head when she saw you barge in. 
“What is this place?” You had planned to sound brave, demand answers, however your voice came out as a crack. 
“What are you talking about?”
“All of this!” Your arms waved around, “This town? There’s magic here, and it’s not real and w-what is it!”
Her expression went serious, with a hint of fear in her eyes. “Y/n…” 
You walked forward, your hands spread in a peaceful grace, your eyes pleading, “Wanda, please, I am not trying to accuse you of anything. I love you. I’ve always trusted you. Please just tell me what’s going on.”
As you approached, she glanced down at your hands which were reaching for hers. She accepted your hands on hers. “I-I don’t know.” “You do know this isn’t real though, right?” 
You watched her gulp, her hands cold. “I can’t explain. H-How did you even figure this out? When?”
How could you tell her? How could you explain that her husband explored behind her back, and now his location was unknown? Was he even alive, you wondered? No, he is alive. She would know. Somehow, she’d know if he wasn’t anymore. 
But really. Vision wasn’t alive to begin with. 
And this memory was a kick in the gut that you hadn’t paused to think about. 
Wanda’s expression softened as she watched your eyes water. Instead of questioning you further, she did her best to explain: “I-I don’t know how this happened. Honestly. I just… I just wanted my family.”
You shook your head, “But all the people? They’re not themselves. It doesn’t feel right. This isn’t fair.”
I wasn’t myself, you realized. You trapped me too. 
She seemed to think the same thing as  you, guilt written all over her expression. 
However, when she opened her mouth to speak again, you heard the front door open and both of you turned to see the new guest. 
“Wanda,” Francine walked into the door. Except she wasn’t really Francine. She was different now, except maybe this is how she was really. Her hair more modern, and some sort of superhero gear on, the emblem of something called SWORD at the centre of her chest. “Wanda!”
Instantly, Wanda’s whole demeanor changed. 
Her softness for you had shifted as she faced Francine, whoever she was, with absolute rage. “What are you doing here?”
“Wanda, listen to me–”
Wanda’s voice raised at a frightening level. She sneered, raising her hands, the magic coursing through her, “GET OUT OF MY HOUSE.”
“Hayward was–”
“DON’T.” Wanda’s magic flashed red, a sight you hadn’t seen in a long time. You could barely process what was going on before she was forcing Francine up into the air, magic wrapping around the woman’s body as she was forced out of the home. 
In a panic, you followed. It felt surreal, watching as in the middle of the ordinary street, a woman was floating many feet above ground, Wanda’s rage soaring. 
“Wanda,” you tried to call after her, rushing to the front steps, but you struggled to raise your voice. Besides, all Wanda heard was her own voice as she rasped through her anger. 
Your stomach dropped when after one more scream, Wanda slammed Francine to the ground in a force that was life threatening. A quiet scream left your mouth. Your shock shifted as instead of injury, Francine found her footing and landed on the ground with her own sense of magic glowing from her own hands, protecting her fall. 
To say you were confused was an understatement. You wanted to step in, stop Wanda, but your feet felt frozen. 
Your eyes flickered around the street, panicking as you realized just how many neighbors were observing the scene. Eyes of these folks who thought all was well this whole time. Dottie. A mail man. A couple walking a stroller. Eyes of confusion and fear. 
And then you saw him. 
Somehow, like a ghost in the distance, there was Bucky, his eyes right on you. 
Your stomach dropped in a different way, a mix of longing, agony, and love filling your lungs. 
You couldn’t move. Just linger in the doorway, afraid to step out and insert yourself in the scene. He seemed the same, on the sidewalk houses away, lingering under a tree where Wanda didn’t really see him. 
Bucky likely mirrored your expression, his brows raised in sadness and worry. Was he really here? Were you just imagining?
You had no idea what was happening with Wanda and the other woman because their voices became more hushed. They moved closer to each other, tensions rising even more than you thought possible. 
But you didn’t care. Neither did he. 
You slipped away unnoticed, cutting through the grass and walking over as fast as you could without causing a scene. 
He looked worried, yet relieved at the same time. You had no clue what he knew, what his mental state was, or how long it had been, but you knew he was real. It was him. Not something conjured up in this weird town, or some glamour. You could feel it. This was your Bucky. 
Any worry was far off at the moment. You pushed aside fears that he hated you, didn’t need you. You needed to hold him. 
The fears were unnecessary anyway, because he was stepping toward you too eventually, after something kicked in his brain that you were actually there, actually walking toward him. 
Under the shade of a tree, in the middle of the grass, your body crashed with Bucky’s and your arms were around each other. 
He breathed out your name, his fingers gripping into the fabric of your shirt. 
There were no words you could come up with to explain how you felt. No question you could think to ask first. No greeting that explained just how deeply you missed him. 
Instead, you just adjusted to look at his face, into his blue eyes that the photos couldn’t get quite right. 
“I–” You started but your breath caught in your throat. Nearby, chaos was going down, but it seemed a thousand miles away. 
Tentatively, he brought his hand to cup your face, an action that felt so familiar, yet so strange at once. When was the last time he’d done this? When was the last time you’d been so near?
“What do you remember?” He asked carefully.
“V-vision, he–I remember. I remember. Vision brought my memory back.”
For some reason, his hand fell from your face, yet gently. Bucky nodded. “That’s good.”
“Good?” You scoffed before biting your lip. This was not the time to argue with him. “That’s all you have to say? What the hell is going on, Buck? What is this place? How is Vision here? He–” your voice cut again. 
He panicked, “No, no, I know, I’m sorry, I’m just at a loss for words.”
Against your will, your hands shook. You weren’t sure which feeling sourced this. Were you angry? Scared? Tired? It was all a lot. “How’d you even get here?”
“Rambeau,” Bucky stated. 
You blinked. “Who?”
He glanced over to where Monica was, and in this action of searching for her, he realized that Wanda was no longer anywhere in sight. “Wait.”
You followed his gaze, realizing the same thing. 
Francine, who you figured was actually someone named Rambeau, stood still on the sidewalk, looking in the opposite direction. You were about to question further until she turned and glanced your way, disappointment on her face. 
You were watching her, trying to figure out who she truly was or if she was familiar outside this town, but then you felt eyes on you. Looking back at Bucky, he was only looking at you. It was hard to gauge the expression. He looked worried and tired, yet somewhat relieved. 
“What?” You asked. He always had a bit of a staring problem.
“Are you okay?” His voice was quieter now. 
“Confused, mostly.”
Briefly, you glanced over to Rambeau, seeing that she was stepping forward, heading toward you two. Bucky grabbed your attention back again, as though running out of time before she came over. Although he had not been the most physically affectionate man the past seventy years, his hand found your forearm, holding you gently in whatever way he could. 
“I mean,” he continued, “What has this place done to you? Were you aware of anything?”
You shook your head, your hand holding him as well, the two of you close to embracing. “No. I just felt lonely. I–” You couldn’t continue. How could you? It would be embarrassing to tell him I was brainwashed this whole time into thinking you were my husband and I missed you a lot. A way around opening up about that, you asked, “Wait, did you actually send me a letter?”
His lips parted, and he was about to speak, but Monica interrupted. 
“Hey, you two,” she tried to sound as calm as she could, but was clearly on edge due to the whole Wanda thing. “We can kiss and make up later, but we need to find Wanda.”
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creamecafe · 1 year
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Just a practice moodboard for an upcoming book that I'm planning on writing for my Wattpad soon!
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lunaryastar · 11 months
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Hi guys! As y'all know, Love and Death is a breathetaking show and I hope watch the next episodes ASAP.
Meanwhile, I created another AU promt inspired on.
A woman in divorce process met a young guy new in the city who is crush of her friend's daughter.
This Karen! Wanda
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And this Baby boy! Victor Shade
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Starting a dangerous and addictive interest between them.
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It's funny how my life just stopped And shifted from meeting you as a stranger Now I'm like a wild caged animal Lying by the swimming pool trying to avoid danger
But my lust for life Lust for life Keeps me alive But my lust for life Lust for life Keeps me alive
Lust for Life (demo)- Lana del Rey
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musclesandhammering · 2 years
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Loki Westview AU
(Because platonic lokius could’ve done it so much better than romantic wandavision and you can fight me on that)
- Instead of an android/human couple living an idealistic married life in the suburbs, it’s a an alien/human buddy cop duo basically living out a vintage murder mystery in various locations.
-When I say various locations I mean that as in, like… instead of Westview being one suburban neighbourhood it changes into different neighbourhoods every episode. Just to make it more trippy. But it’s still called WV.
-The plot is that people have been dying around the town, and the local PD (including detectives Mobius & Loki, and their colleagues B-15 & Casey) are trying to solve the case and figure out what’s going on.
-Their main suspect is Sylvie, a suspicious drifter that no one in the town seems to know anything about.
-It’s slowly revealed that B-15 and Casey’s minds are being tampered with (and at this point, they’re assuming Loki’s and Möbius’s are too), along with everyone else in the town & they realise that Sylvie has supernatural powers (she kinda sorta fills Agatha’s role).
-They set out to try to track her down and apprehend her, but every time they get close, reality bends/they lose their train of thought/the evidence goes missing/she disappears/etc.
-The big reveal is that Loki was the one that was enchanting them, and Sylvie was just acting as the bouncer. The people coming up dead were actually TVA agents that had found them and wanted to take them back.
-Loki, Mobius, & Sylvie had figured out the whole “the TVA is controlling you” thing in one episode and had decided to hide out in a little pocket of the timeline- that Loki kept casting illusions over & shifting and blending with other timelines (changing locals) so that they wouldn’t be found (yes, he can do that. In this au he’s as powerful as he rightfully should be.)
-They weren’t able to/didn’t have time to convince B-15 and Casey of this so they just brainwashed them and dragged them along.
-A twist is that Möbius’s mind was never altered, he knew what was happening the whole time and was just playing along and helping cover up for Loki.
-The first episode is basically the same as the one in the Loki series- starting with him getting arrested and introducing the TVA and worldbuilding, etc. Except Sylvie basically makes her episode 2 appearance at the end of episode 1.
-The next 5 episodes are the decade episodes.
-Episode 7 is a mix of flashbacks (revealing to the viewer what’s been going on all along), attempts to convince B-15 and Casey to trust them again, and foreshadowing that the TVA is closing in on them.
-Episodes 8 and 9 are the big showdown ones. There’s a badass scene where the Superhero Group We Deserved But Didn’t Get (Mobius, Loki, Sylvie, B-15, and Casey) fights the assembled TVA agents in Westview. The end up in multiple different places all across the multiverse (Lamentis??).
-This ends with them being separated. Sylvie and Casey end up being taken in by the TVA, Mobius and B-15 end up stuck in the WV illusion, and Loki ends up in The Void.
-Kang and the other Loki variants and several other plot points either don’t exist in this au or will just have to wait until season 2, up to you.
-There’s no need for Jimmy or Monica in this au because Loki fully knows what he’s doing, while no one on earth (aside from his posse) notices.
-In this au Sylvie is a likeable person who isn’t forced to be Loki’s romantic interest, shows actual remorse over killing TVA agents, and has a believable build up.
-Loki gets to be the extremely morally ambiguous cunning and manipulative badass we know he can be.
-Imagine the main 5 in six decades worth of detective outfits omg.
-This is purely a suggestion but the Westview locals should be: a small suburban town in the 50s, a hippie trailer park in the 60s, a big city in the 70s, a creepy middle of nowhere ranch community in the 80s, a Miami-like city in the 90s, and a boardwalk town in the 00s.
-All of this is tinged with the looming question of what exactly they’re buying time for- they don’t know how to defeat the TVA for good, they don’t know how to free all the agents at once, they don’t know how to escape them permanently, etc. The entire show is just our main crew existing in a panicked limbo.
-Some episodes are super comical, some episodes lean heavily into the murder mystery theme, some episodes are downright foreboding and eerie, some of them of action packed, some of them are really emotional.
-The main theme running through all of it is trust. Loki and Mobius trusting each other completely after not knowing each other very long at all. The two of them grappling with trusting Sylvie when she still seems shady even to them. B-15 and Casey struggling to trust Loki and Mobius all throughout the story. Just trust issues all around.
-We don’t have to endure all the brown of the TVA for as long as we did in the series.
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sokovianfortune · 1 year
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reposting because i’m finally unshadowbanned!! i wrote wandavision daemon au fic for the two year anniversary :3
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