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themarshmallownerd · 1 year
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New Chapter: Like Forty Dogs
Link: Chapter 11
Previous: Chapter 10
First: Chapter 1 (AO3)
A/N: Please note, this chapter does have a higher rating than the others so far (Explicit). Reader discretion is advised.
Preview: “It’s witchcraft. That crazy witchcraft…” she supplied for them both, singing the lyrics softly under her breath. “And I know it’s strictly taboo…”
The rest of the verse was lost in her peal of surprised laughter as James suddenly pulled her closer, his fingers having hooked into the belt loops of her jeans without her noticing. She hastily tossed her box of tea onto the nearest countertop, leaving her hands free to wind around his neck in return.
She continued humming the tune of the song as the soldier guided her through a slight sway back and forth. He gently pulled her forward again, this time leading her out from between her kitchen countertops and into the more open living room area. Once there was proper space for it, he took her hand in his and lifted their joined hands over her head, inciting her to twirl just in time for the final line of the song that Natasha had made infamous in the Maximoff household.
“Cause there’s no nicer witch than you…”
James was positively beaming as he pulled her back to his chest. This time, he kept one hand in hers at their sides and the other rested on her waist as they continued to sway in a dance unaccompanied by any actual music.
“You really do know your older American media,” he remarked. “I stand corrected. And, also a bit sorry that I didn’t pay more attention when my ‘ma tried to teach me how to do this proper.”
They both looked down at their feet, hyper-conscious of the way they shuffled closely against the floor to keep from stepping on each other.
“Well…I’d say it works for us,” Wanda said in encouragement.
“Yeah,” James assented. “I like it, at least. But I think I might be biased. I’m pretty partial to any excuse to be close to you.”
In spite of all their time together, comments like that still managed to make her skin flush pink. She slipped her hand from his grasp to cling to the base of his neck again, pressing her blushing face into his collar.
Her eyelids fluttered shut as she breathed in the faint scent of him. His usual body soap, and a hint of the perpetual butter and popcorn scent that permeated the small movie theater they had just come from. It was entrancing in a way, to be held in his arms, surrounded by his scent, able to hear the thrum of his heart beating steadily against his chest.
She felt a kiss to her shoulder. Another at the side of her throat, and then her cheekbone, coaxing her out of the crook of his neck. Then he kissed her lips.
It started out gently. Chaste, and sweet, and over too soon.
Wanda kept her arms around him, pulling him flush against her in a silent imploration for more. James obliged her, cupping her head as he leaned in to kiss her again.
This time, his kiss was a little fuller. A little deeper. His tongue peeked out, running along her bottom lip. She parted her lips, allowing it to sweep against hers.
The next thing she knew, she had pulled him with her until they had bumped into the nearest piece of furniture. She didn’t let it stop her, instead letting herself collapse across the length of the sofa, unceremoniously shoving throw pillows to the floor as she went. James went along with her, mouth still slanted over hers and his hair tangled with her fingers. He fumbled with how to situate himself over her without completely settling his weight on top of her, inadvertently driving his knee up in-between her legs in the process. It ignited a jolt of lightning through her.
God, she wanted this. She wanted him.
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morevicethanvirtue · 1 year
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Wake Up: A WinterWitch Story
Wanda Maximoff barely survived her imprisonment on The Raft with the other Rogue Avengers, but living in the aftermath proves to be even more terrifying. Will she be able to overcome her trauma with the help of her newfound family? Will she discover why she feels so safe around a deadly ex-assassin with a metal arm? 
- Inspiration for Chapter 19 -
https://archiveofourown.org/works/42406668
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14130539/1/Wake-Up
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problematicbastards · 2 years
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(Sorry I meant to send this to this blog) What do you think of WinterWitch/ScarletSoldier
Your good! I did already answer but I'll just copy and paste just encase 😂
Never really thought about WinterWitch but with the shared trauma of being manipulated and used by Hydra it could be interesting.
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spideystark · 2 years
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What do you think of WinterWitch/ScarletSoldier?
Never really thought about WinterWitch but with the shared trauma of being manipulated and used by Hydra it could be interesting.
And I do ship ScarlettSoldier(which I'm assuming is Bucky/Nat lol)
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I've been having a hard time adjusting I had the shiniest wheels, now they're rusting I didn't know if you'd care if I came back I have a lot of regrets about that
I just wanted you to know That this is me trying
They told me all of my cages were mental So I got wasted like all my potential And my words shoot to kill when I'm mad I have a lot of regrets about that
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finnicks · 2 years
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( fic ) sunset
sunset
mcu (wandavision/tfatws) | bucky/wanda gen, 300. Wanda prefers watching Bucky than the setting sun.
[ missing scene from you came back as the underdog ]
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jesuisodettewattpad · 3 years
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2 A.M. - Capítulo XIX (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1096290060-2-a-m-cap%C3%ADtulo-xix?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=JeSuisOdette&wp_originator=%2F%2FAuE%2Fc%2F8HcaPmSZDMEOOC0SqqO8cIMfelN52mcW0zg5Bkvn401NfS3Pl0Yl2nHrtczt4yuoTpdC82DFw5LOZ9%2BSCpTG85bVMbVb0kBg29J9hP%2BOmTQFmDLmDU1%2F4WO%2B ¿Qué serías capaz de sacrificar por alguien a quién amas? ¿Hasta dónde llegarías? ¿Podrías dejar el orgullo y el dolor del pasado atrás?
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scrletwitchh · 4 years
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What you did all those years, it wasn't you.
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winterswitch · 4 years
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Wanda: Welcome home Bucky, I've been waiting for you to get back.
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themarshmallownerd · 2 years
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New Chapter: Like Forty Dogs
Link: Chapter 8
Previous: Chapter 7
First: Chapter 1 (AO3)
A/N: No content warnings for this one. Just fluff and the occasional deep conversation.
Preview: Contrary to popular belief, Wanda was not a witch capable of reading minds. Despite so, she could very easily picture the news from the boys’ playground that day still marinating at the surface of Carol’s mind.
Her friend didn’t say anything outright. In fact, she was uncharacteristically quiet when they made it home. Although, the tight-lipped, barely-suppressed grin on her face as she carried the bag of crafts’ supplies inside with her was enough to indicate where her thoughts were.
The boys didn’t take notice, of course, consumed as they were by their excitement for the night of fun to begin. They scampered ahead of their mother and Aunt Carol, making a beeline for the third figure currently at work in front of the stove.
“Aunt Kyrie!” they both exclaimed.
“Qué pasó?” she asked distractedly. Then, upon seeing they both wanted to give her a hug in greeting, ducked down to return the gesture. “Hi! You little morsels ready for tonight?”
“Yeah!” both of the boys enthused.
“Yeah!” Val echoed. “Well, I’m almost finished up here, so as soon as you’ve eaten some real food, we can get into the hard stuff.”
“Yes, please eat,” Wanda put in, coming up behind them. “It will give me ample time to put the finishing touches on all our costumes.”
“Can we still change into them now?” Billy implored.
“Um…I guess so,” Wanda answered after a moment of contemplation. “Just make sure not to get any food on them when you eat, alright?”
Billy eagerly agreed on the condition. Tommy didn’t waste any more time, scurrying off to their room where Wanda had laid out their costumes (minus the finer details she still needed to add) on their respective beds earlier that morning.
“I went with mac and cheese for them,” Val informed, returning to her work and tilting one of the pots just enough for Wanda to see its contents. “Shouldn’t be too messy.”
“Oh, and you used the good cheese,” Wanda noticed. “I just might grab a bowl of that for myself, too.”
“Go for it, Mama Bear. I know that fancy stuff hits different.” She lowered her voice as she leaned in closer to the young mother. “Of course, so would my lower intestine if I were to have any, myself, so it’s all on you guys.”
Wanda was about to respond, keeping the conversation going in comfort that Carol hadn’t said anything this far.
Thus, it came as a surprise to her when said friend made a sudden, unceremonious announcement from behind them. “Wanda’s a MILF.”
“Carol,” Wanda said on the heels of an exasperated sigh. Oh, how she loathed that term.
Val, on the other hand, was wholly unmoved. “Well, we knew that. Why is that news?”
Wanda uttered another sigh, rubbing the space between her brows so she could avoid eye contact as she explained. “There was, uh…a slight incident at the boys’ school. Apparently, word’s been going around that they have, um…a quote, unquote ‘hot mom’. So, today, one of their classmates took it upon herself to ask them if it was true.”
Val hesitated, looking to her girlfriend in an unspoken search for clarification. Upon seeing the now unrestrained delight in Carol’s face, the other woman whispered, “No…no!”
“Yes!” Carol chortled, grabbing at her partner as they both dissolved into laughter.
“Yes,” Wanda stated flatly at the same time. Then, after only a beat of watching her friends snicker between themselves, continued on, entirely unamused, “Yes, I’m glad you’re both enjoying this.”
“Well, it’s just funny,” Carol insisted, “to imagine…just imagine a little tiny one going around calling you—”
“You know what that means, right?” Val interrupted, amusement still glittering in her eyes. “It means they heard it from a big person. Whose kid was this?”
Wanda answered, in spite of being reticent to indulge this any further. “Danielle Cage. Luke and Jessica’s daughter.”
“Oh, I bet it was the mom,” Carol stated confidently. “I thought she was giving you a vibe during the school orientation thing.”
“You think every woman named Jessica has a ‘vibe,’” Val countered.
“Not every Jessica. Though, I am still curious to know why else Drew seemed to be physically incapable of sitting in the chairs at work properly.”
“Can I get to work, now?” Wanda cut in, already stepping forward to take the bag of crafts’ supplies from Carol.
“Yes, yes. I’m sorry,” Carol apologized, handing her the plastic bag. “We’re just happy to hear other people in town know how good James has it.”
That made Wanda pause in her attempt to escape to the other room. “Wha—has what, exactly?”
Both of her friends answered simultaneously, “You.”
“Wha—no, he doesn’t!”
Valkyrie snorted. “Baby, please. What do you think it means when you spend nearly all of your free time attached at the hip? And now he’s even started meeting up with your friends and family?”
“Well, that’s…it’s just a…”
“Why are you getting all embarrassed?” Carol pressed on curiously. “That’s how relationships work.”
“And he definitely seems on-board with it,” Val added. “I mean, we’ve already established you have a great body, for one thing. It’s even got other people and their kids talking.”
“OK,” Wanda breathed bashfully, averting her gaze. “I think that’s enough of this. And I am not embarrassed.”
“Yes, you are,” Carol argued, pointing to Wanda’s face. “Look at you! You’re turning all scarlet.”
“She always turns all scarlet when it comes to him,” Val pointed out with a pleased smirk.
Their friend swatted Carol’s hand away, turning to the kitchen table where her makeshift craft station was. And hopefully hiding her face that was still, indeed, flushed red with heat.
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luvmaximoff · 2 years
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okay so i have not been writing/posting and i have A BUNCH of ideas, like i said, i struggle a lot with commitment 😭
I do have a winterwitch one-shot i’m about to post so heads up for that.
my account may actually just be consisted of winterwitch/wanda/lizzie because it’s the only content i’m getting. if i am in the mood, i may write some dramione, i do have some one-shot ideas for it.
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morevicethanvirtue · 2 years
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Wake Up: A WinterWitch Story
Inspiration for Chapter 9
https://archiveofourown.org/works/42406668
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14130539/1/Wake-Up
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buckystolemyheart · 4 years
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So probably a year ago I posted about writing something for winterwitch and I actually got a positive response to it and was very slowly outlining and writing. I was struggling a lot with my mental health which is why it was taking even longer. But... everything I had written for it was in my notes on my phone which I lost back in January 💔 I was so heartbroken about everything I lost on that phone but now that i'm doing better I decided to actually give it another shot (since a lot of it I still remember) and i'll most likely get to it after the semester is over in about a months time.
As of right now it's going to be 10 chapters (most likely short but who knows sometimes these stories have a mind of their own)
I know probably nobody cares but I just wanted to get this out there. I'll keep yall updated. Love you all
Update: I found the original post I made. Which was just supposed to be one long oneshot but I changed my mind. Now the "summary" is basically just the first two chapters and the rest just kinda came to me as I was daydreaming about bucky and wanda together lol
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pasmonblog · 4 years
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Here’s a sneak peek at a WIP I’ve been playing with:
He was turning into Steve.
The realization was setting in more and more each day, but there was something about this mission, about that girl, that would have set off his friend just as much. At least that’s what he tried to tell himself as the third punching bag crossed the floor via his fist.
His therapist told him this would happen, that certain cases would set him off more than others. It wasn’t that they were morally worse — bad was bad after all — but that they might just hit too close to home.
The image of her slumped in the backseat rang through his head all day, bruises, scars, still-healing wounds somehow all catalogued in his brain.
Which left him here at 2 AM, punching bags against the wall across the room, debating whether he should take on a fourth, or wondering if maybe he should see if Sam was still up.
“Are you OK?” the soft voice came from a nearby doorway, wide eyes staring back at him. “Sergeant?”
“It’s Bucky, Wanda,” he replied in faux exasperation eliciting a curve of her lip. “And I’ve been better.”
Edit: This series, called Me And The Moon, is now complete and posted on AO3 (linked here).
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And it's not that nursery mouth that I came back for It's not the way you're stretched out on the floor 'Cause I've broken all your windows and I've rammed through all your doors And who am I to ask you to lick my sores?
I came for you, but you did not need my urgency
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