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The Sokovian's Royal Jewel x W.M
Princess!Y/n x Queen!Wanda
The queen of Sokovia was a mysterious and powerful woman, what happens when a faithful meeting between you two happen and she grows an interest in the princess of Britain?
Warnings: Kidnapping, lesbianism simpery, misogyny, soft!dark!wanda, mind manipulation, face slapping
Day 5 of my kinktober series masterlist
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Your pink tiara glittered atop your brown head of hair as you stood beside your mother's side as you smiled and waved at the citizens and royals alike moving past your family.
Your marriage ball.
An exceptional occasion where you are to pick a suitable candidate to marry and bring back to your parents for their approval, as the youngest of the Y/l/n heritage there was a lot of pressure on you to pick someone.
Your other two sister's had been married for 3 years now, your eldest sister even having one son already, but you, you were a little more picky with your options, you had turned down many propositions, none of them having peaked your interest.
You were happy just as you were, single and happy living your young 20s by your own accord and not that of another, you loved your art classes and writing lessons, hoping to one day be a teacher or even better, an author.
Your parents however, were a little more worried, they wanted someone to be there to look after you when they wouldn't be there to do so.
And it didn't sit right with them that you were so single and vulnerable to those who could potentially take advantage of your innocent and kind nature.
But nonetheless you still gave them grief every time they would bring you a new potential 'husband'. They never once took into account that you would much prefer a woman beside your side to rule with you than a man, just as your twin has done.
Queen Susan and Queen Natasha of Russia, were your favourite couple in the world, and you were so glad Susan, your twin, had found the one for her.
You groan in annoyance as you watch King Stark make his way over to you, looking for an opening you quickly and agilely make your way away from your parents and through the growing crowd of people as you tried to make your way away from Tony's incessant screams.
"Wait! Princess! I have to talk with you about something."
That 'something' was probably another useless attempt at making you his token wife.
You saw right through Tony's act but somehow your parents didn't, they thought he was the perfect option for you to marry, you didn't blame them for believing him though, he was a really charming man and he had ample money and power, and if you didn't know about the dark thoughts hidden behind that grin you wouldn't be opposed to marrying him.
Quickening your pace you utter 'sorry's' under your breath as you brush past pretty women in dresses and men in suits.
Looking back behind you, you groan as you see Tony gaining on you before you let out a little squeak as you bump into something and go falling back, your hand snaps forward to grip onto a clothed arm as you close your eyes to brace for impact against the ground.
But you don't, instead you feel as a pair of arms wrap around your midsection to pull you up and into a waiting chest, you breathe heavily against their chest as you try to gain your balance again, their arms helping immensely.
Finally settled down again you raise your head with a small blush staining your cheeks as you look up and into two sparkling and curious green eyes.
Your breath catches in your throat as your eyes trail over petite features and sharp cheekbones, as you look up confused at a ginger haired woman.
Your eyes trail down as you admire her in her blood red suit, the crown atop her head reflecting the same red colour, looking back into her eyes your blush worsens as you watch her lips lift into a smirk and her eyes shine in mischief. You swallow as you watch her slowly tilt her head to the side as she looks down at you, her arms still tightly wrapped around your midsection.
When she speaks, she speaks in a deep, raspy accent you don't recognize, but the accent brings warmth to your cheeks and to someplace lower as you continue to admire her,
"Well, hello there, little one."
You shake your head to snap yourself out of it as your fingers loosen their hold on her shoulder pads, you swallow and clear your throat as you straighten your posture, your other hand coming up to straighten your tiara.
You feel self conscious as you feel her heated stare on you as she towers over you in her heeled boots.
"Sorry, for my accident, I didn't mean to smack into you, I guess I just wasn't looking properly, your highness."
Even though you don't know who she is you still curtsy in respect, the red crown atop her head proving that she's at least a royal.
You look back up at the sound of her chuckle, and you swear you swoon a bit as you watch her nose adorably scrunch up, you watch as she raises her hands to comb through her hair, her nails painted black, with rings adorning her slender fingers as she scratches at her scalp.
"It's okay, please none of that, I'm fine, I'm more worried about you, you looked a little dazed after that."
You open your mouth to speak but your cut off as you feel a disgusted shiver travel down your spine as you feel another, more masculine arm wrap around your waist to pull you into them.
You cringe back as you feel his hot breath on the back of your neck, your eyes still connected to the ginger in front of you as you try to figure out the emotions within those darkening green eyes.
You feel Tony freeze as he hears the woman in front of you clear her throat, his head moving to look up as he stares- or more so glares- at the nice woman in front of you.
You furrow your brows in confusion as you hear her voice deplete of any warmth she showed you as she speaks at the grotesque man behind you,
"Stark."
Your confusion grows as you hear Tony speak back just as angrily but not as firmly, as you hear a slight tremble in his voice,
"Maximoff."
You look between them both as your brain slowly comprehends what they're saying, once it does your eyes widen in surprise and shock as your head snaps to look at the ginger woman's angered face, your mouth moving as you let out in a squeak,
"Wait... Maximoff as in Queen Maximoff of Sokovia?"
Wanda's facial features soften slightly as she directs her attention to the beautiful brunette looking at her with a shocked look on her face and a open mouth. Wanda chuckles as she leans forward and places her fingers under her chin to close it, her gaze growing warmer as she focuses on the brunette and not on Stark.
"Yes, sweetheart, Queen Maximoff, but you may call me Wanda. Also, you better close your mouth or you're going to catch flies in your mouth."
You blush as you watch Wanda take her finger off your chin, your hand coming up to rub at the bottom of your chin as you feel a slight buzz emanate from where she touched you so gently.
Your head snaps to the side as you hear Tony clear his throat, annoyed, before he growls out,
"Princess Y/l/n, couldn't care less what your name was, you wench. We need to leave."
You feel Tony tug on your wrist as he tries to get you to follow him, but your still as a statue as you look at Wanda's piercing green eyes and soft lips, you feel your heart begin to speed up as you continue to stare at Wanda. Your interest piqued.
Snapping out of your staring contest with Maximoff, you yank your hand surprisingly strongly out of Tony's hold on it, the yank so forceful that it forces Tony to try and balance himself as he almost topples over.
You stand back as you cross your arms over your pink floral corset dress. You raise an eyebrow at Tony's angered expression,
"No, I will not be leaving with you, this is my domain, not yours, you don't get to boss me about."
Tony chortles as he throws his head back, then he smirks at me as he shakes his head,
"Don't be ridiculous, I'm the man, I make the rules."
I move further back as Tony reaches for me again and jump slightly as I back into Wanda's chest, I look up at her apologetically, but I'm comforted when I see a small smile on her face as she looks down at me with support.
Looking back at Tony, I grit my teeth together as I refrain from hitting him,
"Stark! Just because you have a fucking dick doesn't mean your any higher than me! If anything I should be the higher one because I probably have a bigger dick than you!"
I huff as I turn around and move around Wanda's frame, my heels clicking slightly on the ballroom floor as I hear Wanda giggle from behind me at my comment, ignoring the looks being thrown my way I growl through gritted teeth as I storm outside and into the garden where I walk down the familiar path to the secret fountain.
Whimpering I lay down on the grass as I place my tiara gently on the fountain ledge, laying down I sigh in relaxation as I feel the slightly wet grass wet my gown as my eyes flutter shut in relief.
My quiet is quickly interrupted though, by the sound of someone clearing their throat from in front of me, groaning I grit out between clenched teeth,
"What do you want?"
I jolt up from the grass as my eyes snap open to look at a smiling Wanda in front of me as her chuckle greets my ears, my eyes watch as she sits down in front of me, the buttons on her suit jacket haven opened slightly, showing a little bit more skin from underneath.
"That was some words you said back there, but well said."
I blush as I nervously look down at my hands,
"Uh, sorry, I'm usually not so coarse with my language, my parents are going to kill me.."
I groan as my head falls forward and into the palms of my hands as I imagine what my parents will do to me when they find out about my inappropriate attitude.
I hear Wanda giggle and I jump in surprise as I feel her warm hands grab mine gently to bring them up to her lips, her lips pursing to press a gentle kiss on the knuckles of my fists, I blush under her attentive gaze as she rubs her thumbs back and forth over my knuckles.
"It'll be fine, and I found it quite amusing."
I nibble on my lip as I playfully push at her shoulder as I feel myself relax within her company.
"Oh really?"
She looks down at me genuinely as she leans forward to press a gentle kiss against the top of my forehead, freezing in shock I blink slowly as I look at her and slowly down to her lips.
I sigh as she leans forward to press her forehead against my own before she whispers against my lips,
"Really.."
I sniffle as I squeeze my eyes shut in exhaustion, mumbling against Wanda's lips I feel her smile slightly against my lips,
"Thank you.."
"What for, princess?"
"For being there.."
Wanda grins as she realizes she has her right where she wants her, humming softly she raises her hand to comb through her hair as she feels the princess lean into her hold more, before she curls her fingers slightly so that red tendrils of magic curl into her mind and forces her to fall asleep.
Grinning wider Wanda, pulls the princess up and into a bridal hold, her hand reaching down to grab the pink tiara before she curls her hand and watches as the tiara disappears with red tendrils surrounding it.
Her eyes drift back down to the brunette snoring softly in her hold, her nose scrunches in happiness as she whispers one last sentence to her princess,
"Anytime, my love."
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You groan as your eyes flutter open before you begin to sit up, your hands brush against red comforters as you move your hand to rub at your eyes.
Your arms stretch above your head as you swing your legs over the side of the bed, your feet landing on the fluffy red carpet below your feet- wait red?
Your carpet or comforters back home wasn't red, they were lilac and cream coloured.
My eyes finally survey my surroundings, my heart beating in my throat as I notice the stark difference this room has to my room back at home.
Where am I? I wonder as I make my way over to the windows covered in long, dark burgundy window drapes, pushing at them my eyes widen as I take in the view from the window.
THIS IS NOT BRITAIN! WHAT THE FUCK!?
My hand flings over my mouth as I begin to pace up and down in front of the open windows, my nerves growing bigger as the time drags on.
Where was I? What happened? Who-
Then my eyes widen in realization at where I am.
I'm in fucking Sokovia, Wanda's home country.
But that means that-
I squeal as I hear a chuckle from behind me, snapping my head around, my eyes widen as I watch Wanda slowly emerge from the darkness wearing a strange red and black suit, her crown atop her head accentuating her already sharp cheekbones.
I furrow my eyebrows as I watch Wanda start slow clapping, her heeled boots clicking on the floor as she makes her way over to me with a sinister smirk on her lips,
"Well, well, look who found out the big secret, well done sweetheart, I admit you figured it out quicker than I thought you would."
"W-Wanda? What's happening?"
You cringe back as you hear your voice falter slightly, but Wanda's grin widens at the sound of your voice shaking slightly, she smirks as she walks around you, her eyes devouring your body as she bites her bottom lip in lust.
"Well, clearly you're not in your room and-"
Your temper snaps at that and you snap at Wanda angrily,
"No shit Sherlock!"
You don't have any time to stop the hand before it lands harshly on your cheek, your hand coming up to touch it gently, but you wince as you feel it burn at your touch.
Looking at Wanda shocked, you sniffle as the pain radiates across your cheek, you watch as Wanda sighs and rubs a hand over her guilt stricken face, she moves to hold your face but you move back and watch as a pained look crosses her face,
"I'm so sorry, love. I didn't- I-"
You watch as her arm falls to her side defeated as she lowers herself to sit down on the end of the bed, facing you she begins to talk again,
"You know, I knew you before I met you at the ball, I had actually came to your parents previously to ask for your hand in marriage. I was willing to do anything, even making you fall in love with me first so that it wasn't a one sided marriage, but your parents were ruthless as they kicked me out the door, they said that I was too old for you, among other things."
You try to swallow past the lump in your throat, as you speak quietly to her, afraid that if you raised your voice even just a tiny bit that you would receive the same fate as before,
"Then why didn't you just ask me? Instead of kidnapping me?"
You watch interested as Wanda combs her fingers through her hair, her eyes squeezing shut as she sighs long and tired.
"I'm not the best at all of this stuff, especially social ques, I've kind of been isolated and therefore I'm not the best with this romance stuff."
"Right..."
"Just- please don't leave, I'll do anything you want. I'll devote my whole life to you, I'll give you anything your heart desires, I'll make you eventually love me, just please accept my hand in marriage."
You hum in thought, but you already know your answer, it's true that you barely knew Wanda, and that you wanted to marry someone you loved but Wanda was at least better than Tony and it was true that Sokovia was a very powerful country to be allies with.
You could be somewhat happy with a marriage with Wanda and your kingdom will sleep safer at night knowing that they have ample protection from the other kingdoms and people.
You answer is solidified though as you watch Wanda drop to her knees in front of you, her head hung low as she looks at your feet and not at your face, the highest respect any royal can receive.
"I'm yours, and everything I have is at your disposal, just say yes."
You giggle and reach down to lift Wanda's chin with your finger, your lips lifting into a small grin as you nod your head down at her.
"Yes."
Wanda's face lightens up and you squeal in shock as you feel her arms wrap around your midsection to lift you up and spin you around, her giggling all the time as she conveys her happiness to you.
As she settles you back down on the carpet, she leaves a small peck on your cheek as she blushes at you,
"I won't make you regret it, I promise."
You knew deep down that what Wanda said was true, that you were going to live a happy and fulfilling life with your ginger by your side, and only in time would you begin to fall for Wanda, sealing your forever with her with two simple words that you uttered against her lips for the first time, I do.
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maxislvt · 11 months
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Hi, I love your work!
Could I request a fic where Dark!Wanda asks reader to marry her and reader says no?
Thank you!
warnings: kidnapping, implied smut at the end
this is defo inspired by @natsarrownecklace and @mywitchy-assassin and their princess Wanda fics in a way so if you like this stuff please go check out what they have !!
When you were growing up, your parents made it very clear to you there was a target in your back.
You were the sole heir to one of the most powerful and richest kingdoms in the world. Anyone from your lady in waiting to other royals you danced and shared meals with could've been out for you. Even as a child, there were attempts on your life and king trying to trap you in loveless marriages to their children barely half a year old. Where your mother decided to coddle and protect you from your royal duties and, your father insisted you'd only be truly safe if you learned at an early age. The hot and cold mix made you rather good at keeping yourself safe. Your mother taught you to listen to your heart and saved you from numerous empty marriages and your father taught you to sniff out the liars and criminals trying to take advantage of you.
All that training seemed to have been for nothing considering the situation you found yourself in one busy Friday morning. Your schedule was packed full and you were needed in nearly a hundred different places by nightfall. During the carriage ride to a fitting appointment, your coachman took a rather long detour. You noticed almost immediately but the doors had magically closed shut and he wouldn't respond to a word you'd said. Though you had built up enough anger to behead the man driving with the dagger in your pocket alone — you suddenly fell asleep during the ride.
You awoke hours later in what you originally mistook for your own bedroom. However, the blanket of snow clinging to the ground outside told you otherwise. The door was locked and you were much too high to jump. You spent hours searching for some sign of where you were. Thankfully, someone came to your recuse — or so you thought.
The door opened to reveal a woman you'd never seen before. Her crown was strange. What seemed to be two parts. One traditional and gold decorated with local jewels but the other made of a material you couldn't quite identify. If you weren't trapped, you would've asked what it was.
"I believe you have mistaken me for someone else, I am not supposed to be here." You tried to remain calm. There was no telling what happened while you were passed out. Maybe this woman saved you. Maybe she was your capture.
For a moment, the woman just stared at you. Her expression was soft and curious as she took in your presence. "There was no mistake. I am Wanda Django Maximoff, queen of Sokovia , and you're going to be my consort." The smile on her face was cat-like. Cute, but not easy to decipher. "I know this isn't like what you're used to back home but-"
"My father and mother handle my suitors, I am in no place to accept a proposal without their permission," You said boldy cutting her off. You had lost count of how many times you said that. It technically wasn't a lie. The agreement between your parents was that they had to vet your suitors. Then, it was your choice to continue the relationship. "I don't want to speak on his behalf, but I assure you my father will not take too kindly to you kidnapping his only child." The words left your mouth filled with venom. "Where is my coach driver? If I return home unharmed, the consequences will be fair."
Wanda's smile fell. "I'm well aware. It was your mother who insisted that I was too old for you and didn't even bother giving me a chance." She signaled for the guards behind her to leave the room. She stepped closer to you. The corners of her mouth twitched when you stepped away from her. "Sokovia is the richest and strongest of your allies, isn't it only fair you give me a chance? Even if not for love, for your people?"
Wanda's proposal fell on deaf ears. All you could think about was escaping. Sokovia wasn't that far from your home country. The land in between was under the rule of King Anthony. Though you'd never hear the end of it, he was your safest bet as far as getting home.
"The stables are at the very back of the castle grounds. There's no way you'd reach them and even if you did my men would shoot down your horse in minutes. Then, you'd be right back here."
Your eyes widen. You'd heard gossip of the queen of Sokovia being a witch, but brushed it off as metaphorical. "For a woman that can read minds, you sure have a hard time telling when you're unwanted." You almost immediately regretted those words. Hot magical ropes wrapped around your body and forced you to the ground. A deep breath escaped through your nostrils. You weren't going to give her the satisfaction of getting under your skin.
Wanda cupped your chin and forced you to look up at her. "You have your father's sense of humor. I quite like it, but I'm sure we can find much better uses for your mouth than mocking your future wife." A sinister smirk took over her face as her thumb traced your lips. "We'll see how well you talk back with my cock shoved in you."
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Little Girl Gone Mob Boss AU Headcanons
A/N: Alright my brain woke up feral this morning with a bunch of head canons for my new series that I've been working on so here you go the fruit of my labor. Also there are mentions of t*row up, mentions of killing, and actual depictions of killing so please read at your own caution. 18+ HC are marked as such
Minors/men DNI
SFW
-Y/N buying Wanda all the pretty rings and necklaces because you love seeing her wear them
-Wanda shows you pictures from high school when she was emo which is something you hadn't expected from the suburban mom
-After you learn this information you slowly add things to her wardrobe such as black skirts like she used to wear and band shirts and fishnetting
-The first time you see her in a little black pleated skirt you go feral. Luckily the boys are at school and you take her right on the kitchen counter
-She decides to wear skirts more often after that. Usually when she wants something.
-You slowly teach the boys how to fight, but don't introduce them to anything dangerous. Not until they're much much older.
-Wanda also eventually gets in on the self defense lessons
-Wanda and you go out regularly for date nights and taking the boys out trying to keep your lives as normal as possible
-When you propose to Wanda it’s at a fancy restaurant where you guys have a private room
-She says yes (of course) and you couldn’t be happier
-You guys decide to have your wedding in Sokovia and do a traditional Sokovian wedding
-When you guys have your first dance you include the boys where you start the dance together then you dance with Billy and her with Tommy and then you two switch off.
-You guys end up having a baby girl after getting married
-At this point the boys would be old enough that you offer the choice to them of joining and both do say yes, but Billy focuses on the business side of things and asks to go to college for business. He ends up double majoring in Business and law.
-Tommy also goes for a business degree, but ends up switching to go into nursing and becomes a Trauma Certified Registered Nurse to be able to deal with injuries that happen in the family business.
NSFW 🔞 
-Both you and Wanda are switches
-the first time you two try and do things and she calls herself ‘Mommy’ it sends you into a PTSD panic attack because of Natasha calling herself Daddy.
-Wanda soothes you back down and is such a soft Dom the whole time and everytime until you ask for more.
- “M-Mommy please r-rougher,” your lips parted, tongue out as you try to roll your hips on her strap. She's edged you for hours into a blissed out state.
- “Whatever my princess wants she'll get.” She grabs your hips with a bruising force as she sinks deeper and moves her hips roughly until you're screaming and crying and begging Mommy to let you cum
- “You've been such a good girl. Go on cum for Mommy baby. You deserve it for being such a good girl.” 
-The first time you were on top you weren't sure because you had never done it, but you wanted to try it. 
-You realized how good it felt but struggled with what you wanted Wanda to call you. Mistress, Master, Sir, Ma'am, King, Queen, Goddess, Owner, Handler, Boss, Captain. You two felt like you went through everything until one night Wanda tentatively brought it up,
- “I know how you feel about it, but maybe…we could try Daddy?” Her words throw you through a loop. “I think it could be helpful even. You'd be such a better Daddy than her.” Wanda puts a reassuring hand on your thigh. “You'd be the best.”
-It's her words of encouragement that make you give it a try because she just sounds so soft and genuine.
-You have Wanda beneath you, a pretty collar and leash on her as you slowly sink inside of her with the cum filled strap the two of you recently purchased. 
-Once your hips start moving, slow at first, you're hitting that spot that she loves and she just moans out, “Right there Daddy! Please Daddy harder!” And you go absolutely feral as you pump harder and rougher, pulling on her leash as you do so, both of you having a rather quick build up, “Gonna breed you baby. Gonna have my babies inside of you. You're gonna give me a set of twins right?” Wanda is so blissed out that all she can manage is, “Yesh Daddy m'gon cum!”
-During the aftercare Wanda assures you of how much she loved it. She could see how worried you were over becoming more like Natasha, but her words soothed you.
-As you two were cuddling up, watching TV afterwards she spoke up, “Would you actually want another set of twins?” You shrug, “if it happened I wouldn't be upset, but I'd love to even just make one mini us.” You tell her wholeheartedly which brings tears to her eyes. “I love you Wands. I wanna spend forever with you. I know this lifestyle isn't ideal for a family, but-” she cuts you off with a bruising kiss as she crawls into your lap. “I love you too Y/N/N. We'll make it work. I fell in love with this, with you so we'll make it work.”
NSFW Mob life HC
-You still take care of business mostly at home.
-The basement is off limits to the boys and is under several locks along with a fingerprint scanner and a pass code only you, Carol, and Maya know. 
-One day Wanda comes with you to the basement even though you've told her a million and one times that she doesn't have to be involved in the business she insists. 
-She watches a side of you she's never seen before. The side that Natasha created. It's almost as if she's watching Natasha pull strings on you.
-You torture someone for hours before getting the information from them. You grab your gun and look at Wanda, eyes cold as she trembles.
- “You can look away darling.” You tell her, but she doesn't, eyes fixed on you as the man begs and pleads for his own life, but he made the mistake of being on the wrong side of things, on Natasha’s side. 
- “If I let you go Natasha will pick up where I left off. Slowly torturing you until you die a slow and painful death. This is mercy.” You tell him and fire your gun right between his eyes. Blood and brain splatter everywhere. Especially on you.
- “Carol, clean this mess up and show Kamala how it’s done. She needs to learn. I need a shower and I need this all done and out of the house before the boys get home. I'm gonna send Maya out with America to check up on the info we were given.” 
-You turn your attention to Wanda holding out a hand to her, “Come on darling. Shower.” There was some blood on her and you helped her upstairs. Wanda didn't talk the whole time until you were drying her hair on the bed. “How do you do that?” She whispers and you barely catch it.
- “When Natasha trained me. I actually threw up a lot. It disgusted me to my core. I had a hard time handling it, but everytime I did something right she'd praise me. Reward me. The last time I killed for her she praised me because I only threw up after I killed the man. Now I'm…it's like I'm not me. I dissociate from it in the moment.” 
-Wanda turns towards you, crawling into your lap, nuzzling against your neck and letting her hands get under your shirt and onto your back for more skin contact. “Thank you for taking care of us. I always appreciated it before, from the moment you saved us, but now after seeing what you do…I can appreciate it even more.”
-After much back and forth Wanda wants to help out. At first you have her work in your office at the computer on record keeping, but she says she wants to get out of the house so you allow her on safe calls. Mainly to get money from people along with Kamala. 
-You never let her go into dangerous situations. 
-You always make sure Maya tails the two girls when they go out especially when Wanda first starts, but you see that Wanda is able to handle her own.
-One time Wanda comes home trying to hide all the cuts, scraps, and bruises after fighting with someone over their rent.
-You freak out when you see it and after cleaning her all up the two of you go back out and you take care of him in front of Wanda. Showing her how to overpower someone bigger.
-You keep the man on edge making him constantly think that he’s going to die until he’s begging for his life and has pissed himself.
-There comes a breaking point between you and Natasha which leads to an all out war between your two mobs
-After a lot of loss on both sides Natasha and you go at each other which ends up with her losing her life when she can’t just accept how things are now.
-Though Yelena wants to kill you over this Kate convinces her not to
-You and Clint come to an agreement of a truce. Which ends the decade long fight at this point
- “I didn’t want it to end this way.” Tears streamed down your face as your knees crashed to the hard ground beside Natasha’s body. “You were terrible to me. Treated me like I was nothing and yet I still wanted to see you change. To be better!” Wanda holds you as you cry and shake in her arms not realizing all the emotional turmoil that you felt towards Natasha even after all these years.
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⋆ pretty beautiful: after the events of Sokovia, Steve and Sam are both on the run, along with Natasha, seeking for a safe house. thankfully, Sam knows the perfect place. ⋆ promises: platonic! you find an unexpected visitor at your doorstep during spaghetti night.
agent jack thompson
⋆ steps of the fire escape: Jack spends the last minutes of New Year’s Eve looking for the morning paper and his cat, Ginny. turns out, Ginny has a knack for discovering those who are spending the last day of the year alone. ⋆ you're gonna be fine, kid [series]: you get shot and the annoying Jack Thompson maybe you’re only hope at surviving after all.  ⋆ knucklehead: where Jack and reader are pissed at each other because you wouldn’t stay off the field and put yourself in danger during a mission while Jack was being a total prick about it although the two of you refuse to admit you love each a little too much. ⋆ pretty confessions: returning to the SSR, golden hour in the midst of New York’s traffic may just lead to some pretty confessions to a very pretty woman in Jack Thompson’s passenger seat. ⋆ unbelievable: you’re strong-witted, frank and independent, and Jack finds it a little unsettling, yet he refuses to admit that he probably adores you a little too much after that one incident at the office. ⋆ babysitter: Jack Thompson finds himself babysitting Daniel and Peggy’s baby daughter. and then realizes he has forgotten how to change nappies. ⋆ baby emergency [babysitter part 2]: you, the Sousa’s neighbour, mistakenly arrive at their doorstep, thinking it was pie night rather than date night. Yet, the sight of a dishevelled, troubled and somewhat handsome Jack Thompson convinced you to help out with baby Nancy. ⋆ call me trixie: you, an aviatrix is partnered with Jack Thompson on a SSR mission.
daniel sousa
⋆ just a gunshot wound: you were badly injured from a mission and Daniel Sousa, your fellow colleague was not the biggest fan of the outcomes of the mission. yet, things get a little heated up, in a bad way, but it may have gave Daniel the courage to act on something he had always wanted to since forever.
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Imagine being an Avenger who's close to Shuri and getting hurt on a mission
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"Ross where is y/n."
Everett Ross tripped over his own two feet as his music was abruptly cut off and replaced by the familiar voice of the Princess of Wakanda. Fortunately though he was able to catch himself preventing what would've been a nasty face-plant. "Shuri um how are you doing this?"
"I hacked your phone colonizer now answer my question. Where is y/n" Shuri said impatiently.
"I'm not sure what her exact location is-" He started but was cut off.
"Is she on a mission?" There was a urgent tone in her voice that wasn't there before.
"Princess she's an Avenger for hire these days who only really goes where she feels like she's needed. So yes she very well could be but I don't exactly keep tabs on things like that. Once the Sokovia Accords were appealed, organizations lost access to enhanced who didn't want to be tracked." Ross explained.
Shuri let out a huff of frustration. "Thanks for nothing colonizer."
She hung up before he could hang up, and his music was blaring into his ears again.
"Princess you asked for me" Okoye said descending the stairs into the lab.
Shuri turned to the General with a panicked look on her face. "I need you to do something for me. It might the kind of task you're use-" Okoye gripped her by the shoulders making her pause the rambling. "Whatever it is you wish me to do I will happily do it without question. You know this so tell me what is the mission?" she reassured her.
"I need you to follow the coordinates of y/n's kimoyo beads and bring her back to Wakanda please" Shuri told her.
The request indeed caught Okoye off guard as she frowned a bit unsure if she heard her correctly. "You want me to retrieve an Avenger and bring her back here" she repeated.
Shuri threw her hands up into the hair before tangling them in her hair. "Yes her heart rate is going at fast rate which means she's in danger. What if she's out there somewhere alone and dying. No one is going to be." Her voice cut off as Shuri took a few steps back to brace herself up against a sand table. She swallowed hard with tears pooling up in the corners of her eyes. "Okoye please just find her" she whispered in a broken voice.
Okoye covered the distance between them with two long strides to pull the Princess into her arms. Realizing just exactly what was wrong with her, and why she was so upset. Two months had gone by since T'Challa's death, and while Shuri wanted everyone to believe that she was doing just fine. The General knew it was all facade just as well as her mother did, and the thought of losing anyone else she cared about put her on edge. But if that thought started to become reality the girl would truly go off the deep end. You were one of the few Avengers who was invited by the Queen herself to attend the funeral. You dropped everything to be there considering you were pretty close to him and his family. But you were closer to Shuri more than anyone else in Wakanda, and even though you stayed for a whole two weeks. After the ceremony it didn't feel like enough to her, and she begged you to stay longer. Especially when you revealed why you it was so important that you returned to the states. Apparently there were a number of mission requests piling up from all over the world.
"I'll leave immediately to find her" Okoye whispered pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. Shuri nodded against her chest then pulled away to let her go.
Somewhere in Washington
See the best thing about being a dragon is there wasn't much that could hurt you. Literally once you let your dragon scales break free no weapon could pierce through them. Bullets would just bounce off while blades would either glance off of you, or just break depending on what material. It was made out of not even vibranium had the strength to get past your defenses. Unfortunately though that tended to make you cocky enough to forget. There was still weapons out there that could hurt you. Those weapons just usually had to be enchanted in someway or not of this world.
Your eyes widened in pain and disbelief as the dagger embedded itself into your chest. The thug wielding it grinned when it pushed through the scales, and started to twist it. You let out a deep rumbling growl and back handed him across the face. He was knocked back into a tree a few feet away and fell to the ground unconscious. When your hand gripped the hilt of the dagger to yank it out. A wave of overwhelming agony was sent through out entire body. You dropped to one knee letting out another pained growl. Two gunmen lined up behind you spread out in order to surround you. The object was simple take you down and deliver you to whatever freak set this trap for you. Doctor Strange reached out to you a couple of days ago, and asked if you had time to check out. Some new cult of magic users on the rise hiding in the woods of Washington. There had been numerous disappearances of some of the sorcerers stationed in here setting off the alarm. You accepted it and rejected Bucky's offer to tag along thinking it would be a walk in the park. You were starting to regret that decision.
A pair of giant black wings with horns at the ends sprouted out from your back and wrapped your body. Just as they started firing their guns a flurry of bullets rained upon you. But all of them ricocheted off of your wings not a single one breaking through. You wanted until your ears picked up on the familiar clicking noise of an empty gun chamber. Before pulling your wings back and turning around let a maelstrom of fire pour from your mouth. Screams of terror and pain filled the air as the flames devoured them. You reeled in your firebreathing once you were sure they were no longer a problem. The surrounding area was singed by the flames, but there was no threat of a forest fire. With your dragon sight you were able to look off into the distance to see. If there were anymore enemies waiting behind a tree or something to ambush you. Once you confirmed there wasn't you let yourself fall to the ground on your side.
The dagger was still embedded in your chest, and you were unable to remove it yourself. Which was going to be a problem in a few minutes, metal like this could be fatal for dragons. The longer it stayed in the weaker you would get, and it prevented you from healing as well. Who knows how long it would take for the cult to send out more members. If they found you like this you would be defenseless, heck you might be unconscious. Your ears picked up the distant sound of a whistling in the air. You rolled onto your back to glance up at the sky. Just in time to see a white ring of light come down on you, and then your body was being lifted from the ground. You were being beamed up into a familiar aircraft, but the pain knocked you out. Before you reached the inside of the jet.
Wakanda
When you finally came to you found yourself lying on a medical table that was way more comfortable than what it looked. The room you was in was a bit unfamiliar, and when the events from the woods came back. You panicked shooting up into a sitting postion the pain in your chest flared up. Making you let out a cry of pain, but instead of laying back down. You threw your legs over the table to attempt to stand. You made it all of three steps before nearly collapsing, but a pair of strong arms caught you by the shoulders. Whoever it was guided you back to the medical table."
"Easy Avenger you're still injured that cut hasn't disappeared yet" a familiar voice said. You looked up into the warm brown eyes of Okoye, and relief filled your body. Instantly you stopped resisting and let her help you back onto the table.
"Where am I?" You asked curiously
"You're in the palace's infirmary. You've been unconscious for about six hours since I picked you up from Washington" she told you.
"Cool and while I'm grateful for the save. How exactly did you know where I was?"
Okoye gestured to your wrist where the kimoyo beads that Shuri gifted you. A couple of months ago rested, and it clicked in your head that it was Wakanda technology. Which meant she was probably able to track you with it. "Is Shuri keeping tabs on me?" You asked a bit taken back.
"The beads aren't just for tracking y/n they are connected your heart rate as well. When you were fighting earlier it was high and it worried Shuri who sent me to assist you." Okoye said taking a seat at the end of the table.
That made more sense and it didn't surprise you considering. Wakanda was the most technological advanced nation in the world. "I guess I owe you one if you join me on my way back to America, I'll treat you to Starbucks." You knew how much the General wanted to try the popular coffee chain. It was a running joke that she wanted one built in Wakanda, but the idea was turned down. At least the Council didn't see the installation of a Starbucks as a urgent matter.
Her eyes lit up with joy for a quick second before it vanished just as fast replaced with a look of uncertainty. You tilted your head to the side "is something else wrong?"
"Do you think its possible that you could stay in Wakanda for a little longer?" she asked a hint of sadness in her voice. By all means you did see Okoye as a close friend, but you never thought your absence bothered her this much. So there had to be something else going on here.
"I would love to but I have a mission to get back to kind of. Those guys in the woods need to be dealt with plus I gotta check-in with Strange, and let him know what happened."
"Can Strange not takeover the operation himself. You're in no condition to go back in the field y/n" she argued.
"Okoye do you want to tell me what is really going on here, because this isn't the General of the Dora Milaje speaking. You know better than anyone else that the mission comes first. I'm not exactly on death's door" You said propped up on your elbows.
"Why don't you try to convince Shuri of that?" Okoye snapped at you. And there it was the main reason you were truly here, and why she didn't want you to leave yet. You spoke to the Princess nearly everyday always taking time out of your day to check on her. No matter what you had going on, but you had slipped the past two days. Too busy tracking the cult and trying to locate where they were hiding out yet.
"How is she doing?" You asked her in a softer voice.
"Not too well she walks around here pretending like everything is okay, and throws herself into her technology. Today when she asked me to go retrieve you that's the first time I've seen her show so real emotions in months since his death. I think she feared that she was going to lose you today."
You started to sit up again making Okoye jump forward with a disapproving look to push you back down. "No take me to her she needs to see I'm okay."
"Y/N you can barely walk just rest a bit longer" she protested.
"Okoye you can either help me to her, or I can crawl my way around this palace until I find her." You said in a tone that left no room for discussion. She muttered something you couldn't make out about stubborn heroes, but pulled one of your arms over her shoulders. Then wrapped an arm around your waist so you could lean on her, and the two of you started the journey to the lab.
The elevator doors opened revealing a stressed out Shuri moving a fingers along a screen with a bunch of numbers and equations on it. "Shuri your favorite Avenger is finally awake" Okoye said slowly exiting the elevator with you in tow.
Shuri dropped the tablet in her hand as she whirled around. Just like that the stress was gone from her body replaced with a strong sense of relief. She let out a strangled cry at the sight of you being held up by Okoye with a hand pressed to the injury on your chest. It was obvious you were in no condition to be walking. But at least you were awake and smiling at her.
Okoye made her way to one of the tables that were clear. She let you pull away arms still outstretched as you hoped onto to it. You settled there letting your legs dangle over the edge a second later Shuri's body crashed into yours. As she pushed her way between your legs to wrap her arms around your neck. Burying her face into your shoulder you gritted your teeth in pain but returned the hug. Okoye gave you a quick nod before leaving.
You and her stayed like that for a long time at some point you felt the wetness from her tears. She was silently crying muffling the sound with your shoulder. Your arms tightened around her waist "hey it's okay I'm okay Shuri," you repeated over and over again in her ear.
"Please don't leave me" she begged.
"I have no intention on doing so ever" You told her.
Shuri pulled back to press her forehead against yours with her eyes closed. She let out a few shaky breaths before going on. "Stay here with me for a while longer please."
You found yourself saying yes without even thinking about it. It looked like Doctor Strange would have to take over the mission after all.
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What are your favourite moments of Steve Rogers in the MCU?
Oh, so many! I'm going to only mention a few because if I mention them all.... you'd get the longest ask in Tumblr history 😜
This is the moment he became my favourite Avenger:
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I joined the MCU with AoU in 2015 so I watched the previous movies out of order. When I saw this scene I remember thinking "Yep, I'm sorry Thor but you're 2nd now, this guy is my #1 Avenger from now on!" 😂
In TFA, most people will point out the "I don't like bullies, I don't care where they're from" and don't get me wrong, I love that line. But I would choose the dialogue that happens right before that one:
Steve: "Where are you from?" Erskine: "Queens. 73rd Street and Utopia Parkway. Before that, Germany. This troubles you?" Steve: "No."
It's a small thing but I can't imagine many people being so accepting of German citizens at the time, and the fact that Steve didn't mind at all proved he was a smart man, way before he got that serum.
Another is in AoU:
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Dunno, it's a kind of self-awareness that I really like about him.
Do deleted scenes count?
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I love this one because he doesn't get mad even though he's the exact opposite of a fascist. He takes off the helmet and focuses on helping people who probably hate him or (what they think) he represents. He doesn't do it for himself nor does he try to get any recognition or anything, hell if he could have taken off his suit right then and there he would have done it. He just went to Sokovia to help, that's all that mattered to him. And if the people he was saving hated him... so what?
This glorious moment...
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How can anyone not love this man? What is not to love?!! No, really.
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I love this part in AoU because he knows he can lift it but he's pretending not to and that means 1) he's the sweetest thing alive, 2) he wants to prove himself to himself, he doesn't need other people's approval, 3) he doesn't want to rule Asgard just in case that whole thing was real and he got in a lot of trouble for lifting a freaking magic hammer.
(Also, I love him in that blue shirt. That blue shirt gives me life.)
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These two brutes (affectionately for Thor, not so much for Stark) going at it like kids until Steve shows up and stops it. This is fresh-from-the-ice Steve who has found out recently that aliens are on Earth, but he's acting like a mature man who can manage to use his brain instead of turning to violence for no reason (and some people claim all he does is punch his way out of things... my my).
And yes, I left CW for last. You know why, I'm sure. But still, he's got great scenes in that one too:
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God, I love that line.
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This dialogue should have been longer but he's being a big bro to Wanda, he cares for his teammates and he's talking about how he sees his work. If only CW was a Cap movie...
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And this. Not only do I like that he's reading the Accords, but this panel proves he's not against accountability.
Anyway, there are many more but this got long enough! Now I miss Steve even more. More blue shirt? Hell, yeah.
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I love him.
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I could have chosen you (and yes, i would) - VII
WC: 1.3k words Warnings: Tension. Angst. Fluff. Funny bits are provided by Bucky’s sister.
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You looked out the small window of your cabin as Cassie braided your hair back tightly.
Your ship had arrived at the port in the morning when you were all sleeping, so you had to wait to leave, until everyone who was supposed to welcome you arrived. You were just finishing setting up to leave when it happened.
The whole way down to his country, James didn't touch you a single night. Every bedtime, he would walk to your room, kiss your forehead and turn around to sleep. In the mornings, he would kiss your cheek and leave to whatever duties he had with his days.
Or to avoid you. You wouldn't know.
Every day, he grew grumpier and quieter, talking less and less with you and looking completely annoyed to even have to see you.
Now, three weeks later, you'd be lucky if he even directed a full phrase to you without grunting every single word.
A blissful marriage, the one you had.
"What should I expect?" you asked Cassie as she put your bonnet on.
While the trip wasn't too good for your relationship with your husband, it really helped you bond with Lady Cassandra. She was very nice. Her father was a man of science, a professor, and she was welcomed into court so as to learn the ways of aristocracy.
It was she who told it was a tradition for new wives to arrive at their new home and land wearing their wedding attire, to symbolise how that was when their new life began - maybe somehow implying the travel down to it wasn't to be counted.
So, you were wearing your dress now.
"Most of the court is looking forward to meeting you," she affirmed. "They are all curious. The King was planning a celebratory dinner when I left, so it's probably going to happen today. The other ladies are also a little unsure because your birth position means you are going to be their superior.”
There was that too. As a royal from another country, you were the most senior of the Queen’s Ladies-in-Waiting, so not giving you such a position would be rude and disrespectful of her, and to not accept it would be rude and disrespectful of you.
At least you had something to do with your days and wouldn’t have to sit alone in a room like at home.
You would have something to do.
Still, everything made you very nervous.
"Are they nice?" you asked. "Welcoming?"
"Very much so," she assured you.
"Even with a foreign? A stranger?"
Cassie finished covering your hair, and sat down in front of you with a sweet look on her face.
"We were all strangers in Sokovia at some point," she told you. "We are a small country with different traditions, always trying to defend ourselves. Our people have learned to be very warm and welcoming. They will be that to you too."
You look away from her, still uncertain, but there was no time to sulk in your feelings, as a knock on your door made you stand up.
"Come in."
James opened the door, fully dressed, and looked a little surprised when his eyes fell on you, quiet for a moment before clearing his throat.
"Shall we?" he asked, at last.
You nodded, though still tense, and stood up with Cassandra still watching you.
You left with James while she followed with the rest of the crew, and you breathed in deeply to keep yourself stable as you saw the crowd waiting for you.
King Steven and Queen Margaret were waiting for you in front of the rest of the people, and you walked down to them with your husband, stopping and curtsying.
They were a beautiful couple, young and vivacious.
"Your Majesty," you greeted them.
"Princess Y/N," the King smiled. "Welcome to Sokovia."
. . .
It was very strange to have your in-laws curtsying on you.
Expected, as you were of a higher ranking to them. They were here to see you, to meet who was this woman their son and brother had married.
James had two houses, officially.
One where his family lived, near the castle but not in it, and another, bigger, where he would live hadn’t he been in court with King Steven.
Until a second decision, you would be living in court. Your husband was an important advisor, and you had your position with the Queen, so it was only logical.
Of course, you could move to his house on your own if you want to, though James left it strongly implied that he wouldn’t follow you.
You didn’t know anyone in this country, to leave your husband behind would be to leave the only relationship you could count on at all.
For now, you would rather stay with him, and his family had come to meet you, officially.
His family had no titles. His father was a merchant and a former soldier. It was how your husband had met the King and formed such a bond with him: his father, George, was a man the previous King trusted, and both the boys grew up together. While King Steven’s father wasn’t keen to give the Barnes anything, he was quick to gift James as soon as he could. First with an Earldom, and then with a Dukedom when his friend risked his life to protect his.
And you, of course. You were, in a certain way, a gift. A high-born wife to a man who had lost his arm for his king.
Not a lot of women would marry him after such a loss. You had heard many people saying physical deformities are a show of internal evil, which is a load of bullshit, honestly.
“You are just as beautiful as we heard,” Mrs Barnes smiled at your face, looking a bit surprised.
Excited, even.
“Far too beautiful for that one,” Rebecca teased her brother, giggling.
She was James’ little sister, a bit younger than you.
“Thank you, ma’am,” you smiled at her. “I’m glad to finally meet you.”
Hopefully, she would be at least a little bit better than your stepmother with you.
“Welcome,” your father-in-law spoke to you. “I hope Bucky’s been treating you right, ma’am.”
You looked up at your husband, and he looked down, a little embarrassed.
“I’ve been trying my best,” James affirmed.
“Bucky?” you asked him.
“It’s his nickname,” Rebecca told you. “It’s Bucky and Becca, you know?”
You raised your eyebrows, making the connection. It made sense, yes.
“They are very nice nicknames,” you told her, and then looked at your husband. “A very harmonious match.”
He simply nodded, not saying anything to you, and you shifted uncomfortably on your feet.
Your husband wasn’t happy at all
“You could do that with your children,” your mother-in-law suggested, almost suddenly, as if to fill up the silence. “Match their nicknames.”
“Or their names,” Rebecca added. “Like… Eve and Evelyn. Or flower names! Rose, Daisy…”
“Lily,” your father-in-law added. “They are beautiful flowers.”
“Oh, Bucky would love that,” his sister giggled. “He loves flowers, and he is romantic like that.”
You forced yourself to smile, a little uncomfortable, and turned to him.
He had never told you that.
He had never said anything about himself.
“Are you?” you asked, anyway.
Your husband didn’t show much emotion on his face, before he could answer, his sister jumped into it quickly.
“Oh, he is,” she giggled. “A real prince charming! One time-”
Suddenly, he covered her mouth with his hand, shocking you.
“You’ve said enough, Rebecca,” he interrupted her. “Y/N’s tired. We’ve been on a ship for three weeks and still need to attend the dinner the King is throwing for us.”
Your eyes widened and you glared at him.
What was he doing?!
Rebecca, though, didn’t seem scared, and suddenly Bucky pulled his hand away.
“What are you, five?!” he hissed, wiping his hand on his clothes, and Rebecca stuck her tongue out.
Did she… Did she lick his hand?
What was going on with this family?
“Come now,” he called you. “We’ve stalled enough. The King’s waiting for us."
. . .
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Talk it Out (Steve Rogers x Gender Neutral Reader)
This is inspired by the Tony vs. Steve debates arising when Civil War premiered. I believe both were at fault—but what if there was a voice of reason who diffused the situation?
Summary: Being related to the genius Tony Stark had many benefits, but being stuck in an argument between him and your fiance, Steve Rogers, was never anticipated.
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Being a Stark had its fair share of perks: a hefty bank account, influential power, looks that turn heads. But what the public was unaware of was the messy family drama, courtesy of Howard Stark. Despite the world applauding him as a genius inventor, at home, he was anything but wonderful. Work seemed to be his one true love, leaving little room for the whole parenting gig. Affection and care for his kids, especially name, were as rare as a unicorn. And when the Stark siblings were paid attention, it was mostly due to the public image Howard wanted to construct as a loving father.
So, when Tony decided to start flying around New York as Iron Man, name wanted nothing to do with it. Don't get them wrong, they loved their brother, but staying out of the limelight gave name the peace they longed for since childhood. No image they had to uphold nor expectations they needed to live up to, name was content spending their remaining days working on the numerous charities and foundations Stark Industries supported. Name wasn't interested in the media at all, but they guessed being related to Tony Stark and dating fellow Avenger, Captain America aka Steve Rogers would throw that plan out the window.
Their relationship with the Captain had been a surprise to all; meant to be kept a secret from the public, with only the Avengers and Tony (obviously) knowing. However, when a picture leaked of them holding hands, the world went crazy. With everyone, even news channels, speculating the nature of their relationship, it was name who ultimately decided to clear up rumors. Yes, they were dating Captain America, and what about it? The world had bigger problems than worrying about stranger's love affairs. So, even if the public knew about their romance, name withheld that they were also engaged.
But as name said, the world had bigger problems. And indeed they had. After a failed attempt by Loki to take over the world, alongside Ultron's failed destruction of said world, their plate was full. It didn't need unnecessary drama thrown into it: like Steve and Tony bickering due to the recently written Sokovia Accords.
"You're being irrational!"
"Sue me Rogers for wanting to protect the world."
Rolling their eyes, name didn't understand how a friendship like Steve and Tony's was being destroyed over something as stupid as the Accords. If they were being honest, both men were acting like children.
"Can't you guys just talk it out?" Name spoke, sitting up from their seat to glare at their brother and fiance. "I know Tony's a drama queen—"
"Hey!"
"But I expect better from you, Steve. Now, I'm going out with Pepper for lunch. When I return, you better have resolved this or else." Kissing both men's cheeks, name left the room. Looking at each other, Tony and Steve thought the same thing.
'Name is scary when they want to be.'
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oksana-moods · 1 year
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Queens of Promise - Part 8
Summary: The search for the unknown has proven to be harder than one previously thought, however you had gone too far to back down now. From your search or from Wanda. A/N: Hey guys, sorry to leave you hanging for this part. There were some changes that I wanted to do, and I was also trying to decide on some details. Hope you like it! Thank you for all your love, it means a lot.
Warning: Violence, gore, mentions of blood, mentions of death – you know the drill by now.
Previous parts here
"Have only just begun"
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Wolfgang City – Sokovia
The air reeked to smoke and spice as it would in every single closed place in this city. Their wine was one of the finest, even the cheapest ones, but people still prefer to keep their warmth by inhaling the smoke of their thick cigars.
And the spice? Well, everything had spice. Cigars, wine, food, clothes, women. Spice, after all, saved Sokovians banks through their darkest times and they were the paramount seller of the world. If the gold mines ran out of its material, the red and green powder would make the gold come to their hands.
The man you were after stood several feet from you, enjoying the pleasures of life. You and Barton had been doing this dance for weeks now, and you’ve been trying to take him down for a chat for days, but you’re yet to be lucky.
Every day a different commotion gets in the way of your plans, however, tonight, he’d be the commotion.
Soon, the man started to cough and looked at his cigar as if it were the cause of it. He gasped for air and his companions started to run erratically around the brothel while the woman keeping him company dragged him into a room with clear, open windows so he could breathe properly.
The room you were at.
An hour later, the man woke up and, much to his consternation, he was strapped into a chair. He swallowed hard and looked around the room as if trying to remember where he was and how he ended up in this situation. Then, he saw you.
Comfortably seated across the room, there was you, patiently waiting for your time to shine. You saw his eyes assess you and by the wicked smile on his face, he didn’t see the threat on your pose, on your expressions or in your eyes.
‘Men, why do they always underestimate a woman?’  You mused to yourself while closing the distance between you and your prisoner.
His smile never waved, if anything, it grew wider as you approached him. “Never seen you ‘round ‘re, doll.”
You punctuated his sentence by punching him hard in the face. His chair almost toppled over to the side such was the force of your jab. “Don’t be a freak kinky.” You spat at him as he tried to gather his bearings.
“I thought we agreed I’d play the bad guard this time.” Barton’s voice filled the room as he walked out of the shadows, and you looked at him.
“He pushed his luck too early for my taste.” You growled and Clint chuckled at your short fuse.
“Who ‘re ya?” The man asked, eyes darting from the man to the woman standing in front of him. Now visibly concerned about the situation he found himself in.
“I am your friend.” Barton pointed to himself and grabbed a chair so he could take a seat, then pointed at you. “She? Not so much.”
Though, Clint barely gave the man time to sink in what he had just said, for he continued. “You see, we were told that you’d know where Harv Krickitt is.” The man looked at him as if terrified by the name, so he asked. “And would be wise of you to tell us where he is.”
The man grunted and howled in his chains as if he could summon the strength of a god to set himself free, but nothing happened. The gods wouldn’t hear him now.
“I will tell you nothing.” He bravely snarled at Barton, and you rolled your eyes. Soon, his face turned sharply to the side after another punch found his jaw.
“You know, she can do this all day.” Clint said, patronizingly, pretending to be bored already.
However, before he could do or say anything else. The man started to contort again, but this time, only his head. A second too late, Clint realized what he was about to do, but when he reached the prisoner, it was too late.
“Hail Hydra.” Were the man’s last words.
Out of anger, you kicked the chair closest to you and it hit the wall nearby with impressive force, as it shattered on the ground, you shouted. “Again! We’ve been chasing him for days and now he’s dead. Just like the others.”
Lord Barton was more than used to your short temper that seemed to fade shorter with every passing day without answers. After the first lead they received from Romanoff, they started to trail their own way of investigation, but every time they reached another dead end. Literally.
Harv Krickitt was the artist who produced the lion pendant that was used both as target setting and payment for your head three moons ago. Therefore, he was the one who could point them in the direction of who asked for his services about the necklace.
Once they knew who had asked for the jewelry, they’d find the trail of the conspirator and the conspiracy itself. The only problem was the artist had gone missing and his family didn’t see him for a while now, hence the interrogations. Though they always ended with a dramatic hail to hydra.
The only positive prospect of this mess was that someone from the Noble House of Hydra was meddling and working from the shadows to keep things out of the spotlight. The question was why someone from Hydrarr Realm, let alone from such important family, would go so many lengths to interfere with Sokovian politics?
As the night advanced, they got rid of the body and returned to their “house” for this mission. However, as soon as they entered the brothel, something seemed off.
The ladies seemed tense, the men and women attending the house were forcibly enjoying their evening in a way that verged the suspicious. Then, you saw a blade and another. Before you could warn your friend, he was already drawing his sword and attacking the closest person his metal could find.
“Get him, I’m sure he’ll make a nice slave. As for the girl, you may have your way with her, then kill her.” A man with broad shoulders and thick beard spat orders to his goons as he strolled towards Barton, drawing his sword.
‘The nerve of him’ You mused angrily. ‘Do all men in this city underestimate women?’ You attacked the person closest to you, which happened to be a woman, but she never stood the chance. Nor your next opponent who tried to use a double hand sword in a place full of furniture.
Really? This was combat rules 101. Small blades for small places.
One single movement of your sword and the man was no more. You jumped over a sofa when two men tried to strike at the same time, the first lost his arm and the second his life.
From the corner of your eye, you kept track of Barton’s whereabouts, and saw him struggling with two opponents plus the big, bearded guy. The leader of this attack.
“Greygov!” Someone shouted and the bearded man turned just in time to block your attack. He laughed rather maniacally when he parried your sword one more time.
He invested, and with a start, you knew you couldn’t beat him in this sword game. So, you stepped to the side, grabbed his extended arm and climbed through his body using his leg as step and pressed your own legs around his neck in a chokehold.
Two heartbeats later and the man fell. Quickly, you pulled your sword again and rested your blade on his neck, while your hand kept a firm grip on his collar. He knew you had his life at the palm of your hand.
You had Greygov kneeled in front of you, his back pressed against your front, and you were about to slice the life out of him when he spoke. “You didn’t mention you were a weirded, fighter woman.”
“Conversation was short, if I’m not mistaken.” You supplied and he laughed, more like growled, louder than someone in his position should.
“Do it, girl.” He basically asked you to end his life.
What was wrong with these people?
Regardless of your intentions in conceding his wish, a clap of hands filled the room that death had recently claimed, except for you, Barton and Greygov, who was still kneeled.
The source of the sarcastic applause was the one and only Wanda Maximoff, who waltzed into the destroyed saloon with all her glory in a crimson red gown. Her hair cascaded down past her shoulders and framed her face flawlessly and her lips, they had never looked so red before.
She was a walking masterpiece.
For a second, your hand with a death grip on Greygov’s collar faltered. It’s been almost three moons since you last saw her, yet she was still the epitome of perfection. If anything, she seemed almost ethereal to you.
The intensity portrayed by her eyes were like a punch in your stomach, but you held her gaze, nonetheless. This woman did things to you without even trying and she didn’t even know the power she had over you.
Or maybe she did know and did it on purpose.
You wanted to smile but you bit back and remained stoic. Your face would not betray your heart.
“When I heard about two outsiders leaving a trail of corpses, never in my life I’d guess that it was you.” Wanda spoke solely looking at you as if her eyes could devour your soul right then and there.
“And here I thought we were being subtle about it.” You didn’t know whether her comment was coated with sarcasm or not, but yours surely dripped with it. Every single body was a message to the next victim.
“Why are you here?” She demanded but you wouldn’t back down.
“Could you show some manners, Princess? This is our house and these fine gentlemen decided to pay us a visit, though I must say we partied too hard tonight.”
“Enough.” She yelled and you blinked. She was tense and you could see it.
“Romanoff, take Greygov and whoever was left alive. I want answers this time. Remove his teeth if that means he’ll live long enough to share some of his memories with us.” Wanda’s eyes were dark and the man by your feet whimpered lightly when her gaze fell on him.
You couldn’t blame him, though. Few people wouldn’t cower under such scrutiny, for Wanda’s eyes were filled with pure power.
“I already took a few, but one could never be sure.” Your sly smile came to your lips almost involuntarily. You knew this would rile Wanda and the hell if you loved her hatred directed at you. Somehow, she was even more beautiful mad and angry.
If you couldn’t have her, at least you’d have her attention. Because there was something about her that made you desperate for her attention and you knew how short her patience was when it came to you doing or speaking infuriating things.
“You, outsider. Follow me.” Wanda commanded and, though you were about to throw a remark, you realized that she didn’t use your title. She didn’t reveal your true identity. So, you followed her.
On your way out, you saw Bishop already offering some bandages to Clint so your friend could patch up some of his wounds. When you locked eyes, you nodded at him.
Outside the two-store building that you and Clint were residing in for the past weeks, you saw two horses ready and waiting to be mounted. Two other guards were guarding said horses. The night was pitch black and there wasn’t a single soul walking the streets.
Though, one could never be sure, especially in this neighborhood.
You watched as the redhead mounts her horse, and you pick the other. The woman doesn’t even spare you a glance, so you silently follow her. Several minutes later, you’re walking on a different neighborhood, not that you knew which one, but the houses were bigger, fancier.
Then, Wanda drops to her feet and walk towards a specific house. The exterior was imposing, vibrating colors and the riches promised outside were indeed founded when you followed her inside.
The room you were at was rather small but beautifully decorated with paintings and tapestries. The details of the furniture screamed Essos design and, though you didn’t climb to the second floor, you knew the room above would be just as elegant as the one you were in.
The place was warm and inviting, especially after riding a horse in a cold night. For a stance, there isn’t smoke or spice impregnating the place. It was warm without using the common subterfuges.
“What is this place?” You asked, after taking in every single detail you could from the room you’re standing in. “And please, don’t say it’s a house.” You added mocking an annoyed tone.
“This is the type of answer you should expect from someone like you.” Wanda spoke, closing the door after giving some orders to her men. “I’m educated; therefore, I’ll clarify that this house belongs to the crown. Dignitaries or emissaries from other realms stay in places like this if they wish not to stay in the castle.”
“Fancy house.” You reply, still looking around. But this time you do so to avoid the weight of her eyes. There was an energy emanating from Wanda that you couldn’t put your finger on, but it was starting to feel overwhelming. “Does this mean I’m now your prisoner?”
“What?” Wanda tilted her head to side, brows furrowed.
“You took me from the brothel and brought me here. What do you want?” You asked, now looking directly at her.
“What do I want?” She snorted, exasperated. “Are you mad?” It’s possible to see her face turning red with anger.
You knew there were some flags about her stance, but you stood your ground. Wanda Maximoff could be stubborn all she wanted, for you were just the same. “I’m afraid I don’t follow, Princess.”
“What were you thinking?” She shouted, patience waning little by little. Wanda couldn’t, for the life in her, understand how you could be so blind. And stupid. “Coming into Wolfgang! Don’t you see how dangerous this place is for you?”
The northern princess shakes her head, it’s unbelievable how reckless you were. “Want to get yourself killed? To enrage your mother so she can march with the whole south until she’s breaking our necks with her bare hands?”
“Look, you don’t need to get so worked up. Barton and I were keeping a low profile, the corpses were there, but no one really knew that we were the culprits.” You rested your back on a table behind you, but your arms were crossed on your chest as if to protect you from her energy.
“You can’t parade around my city leaving a track of dead people behind. What do you think this is?” Wanda snarls, and it was plain to see that she was annoyed at your actions. But you couldn’t dwell on her wellbeing right now, there was too much at stake.  
“We were investigating, Wanda. Don’t know if you forgot, but last time you and I were in the same room a fucking assassin tried to kill us both. To kill me.” You shouted back, patience long gone. “Someone is playing with us, and I want to know who the fuck is.”
“And you think I’m not aware of this? But someone is bound to learn who’s behind this creepy investigation of yours. You won’t do this anymore, I demand you.” Wanda’s tone was enlaced with an emotion that you couldn’t grasp, her eyes burned but it wasn’t hatred anymore.
“Why not?” You ask simply, ignoring her demand. You wanted to get to the bottom of this, but you couldn’t if the princess kept interfering with your business.
“Don’t you see how dangerous this is?” She repeated, louder this time, frustrated with your lack of perspective. “You pulled off with Greygov’s men because they didn’t know who you really are, but they won’t hesitate in kill you.” Her eyes turned soft for the first time that evening. “And by the gods, if they ever learn who you really are, I don’t even wanna know.”
“What’s the matter?” You shot back. Her worries ignited some sort of fire in you, yet you didn’t have a name for it. The air was impregnated with some sort of tension that could be sliced with a sword; it was suffocating.
“What’s the matter?” She repeated your words, exasperatedly. “Are you insane? Or just can’t see past your reckless ass?” Wanda ran her hands through her hair, now beyond angry.
You smirked, internally, at her choice of words, the Wanda you knew from the past would never use such mundane words. Yet here she was, speaking freely like a commoner as she always claimed she’d never.
“If I get killed is just a win-win for you, isn’t it?” Your eyes were harder than obsidian, death never frightened you. Failure does. “One less lioness to kill. Don’t need to act like you care about-”. You could never finish your sentence, for she cut you off before you could continue your little speech.
“Only I care.” Her voice went from full power to small, devoid of strength, yet it lit the flames in your heart. “I wish I didn’t, but I do care about you.” Her green eyes bored into you with the same force as thousands of horses would.
They were limpid, crystal clear. She meant every single word.
Once more, everything was Wanda.
You lunched your body forward and kissed her fiercely. You poured into a searing kiss every emotion you’ve bottled up inside your chest and oh you saw heaven when she laced her hands behind your shoulders, pulling you closer.
“You’re stupid.” She muttered between kisses, and you smiled at her.
“I know.” You replied right before leaning in for another round of pleasure obtained through her lips. Then, both pulled back a little for air and Wanda rested her forehead on yours, eyes closed in a bliss.
“I’ve missed you.” You whispered, as if afraid of speaking any louder could startle her and she’d flee back to the walls she keeps around her heart. As if any louder could break the moment and you’d realize it’s nothing but a dream. Again.
Apparently, you shouldn’t have spoken at all, for a second later, Wanda pulled back as if your skin was setting hers on fire. You watched as she took few steps back, shaking her head lightly the same way one does when they need to focus.
“This is a mistake.” Her words pierced through your skin sharper than any blade.
“Wanda-” You try but she cuts you again.
“No.” This time, her eyes are sad, and she’s long gone back to the walls she built around herself. “You are the Princess of Taharr, and you’re not supposed to be here or doing what we just did.”
It’s plain to see that she speaks as if trying to convince or remember herself of the situation you were in. You wouldn’t forget your duty but couldn’t deny your feelings towards her either. There should be a way of doing both.
“You don’t believe that.” You tentatively try, heart pounding on your ribcage.
“I- I do!” She asserts, but you caught her light stutter. She’s afraid of something. The same thing that’s been holding her back since Fury Valley and your first kiss. “I hate you.” She vowed.
“You just kissed me.” You snorted, slightly confused at her sudden change of heart. It was easier to follow a whiplash than the woman in front of you.
“So what?” Wanda snorts but you see right through her. Trying to hide something, she derisively retorts. “Who said I can’t kiss someone just because I hate them?” The redhead flashes you a smirk but it’s all for a show.
Squinting your eyes, you ignore her snide remark for the moment and try to see past her words to grasp what was behind it. Her eyes, her stance… everything felt like it was backwards. She wasn’t just fooling around when she kissed you. You felt how she meant it, for her passion still burned your very own tongue.
You take one step towards her and try again. “What are you so afraid of?” Your voice was soft, you had never felt so vulnerable before as you do now.
“You.” It was your turn to be startled by her voice, or by what she had just said. “I- Yo-… I don’t understand the things I feel when I’m around you. Or with you.” Wanda voices, for the first time, out loud, part of all the trouble she’d been guarding inside her heart.
“Well, I do.” You take another step and lock eyes with the goddess standing in front of you. “I know that I never felt this way for no one and whenever you’re gone I just can’t-.” You search your poor brain but there aren’t words to express what you feel. You too don’t quite understand, you’re so new to this.
You’re so new to love, because all this time you’ve been doing war. Up and down. Left and right. Even the one thing that could resemble to love in your life was, in the end, part of a ploy. Politics.
“Can’t?” The Scarlet Knight asked, and her voice brought you out of your head, out of your search. Wanda looked at you curiously, and genuinely waiting for you to explain something that you couldn’t.
“I can’t stop thinking about you.” You said, finally, and you saw the ghost of a smile gracing her lips, only for it to fade back into a thin line.
“You’re my enemy.” She says one more time and were you counting, you’d have surpassed the number of the stars in the sky with how many times she tried to remember herself or you of that little important fact.
“You sound like a broken tune, Maximoff.” A dashing smile comes to your lips as you remember the last time you spoke that exact same sentence to her. It felt like a lifetime ago, but her scent still invaded your nostrils.
Just like now.
Once more, you were one step away from her and you could see her eyes darting from your eyes to your lips. Searching for something that only the gods could know. Yet, you stood there. Waiting.
“You know what I hate the most about you?” Her eyes narrow, but you catch a hint of humor on her rhetorical, what makes your grin go wider. “I hate your perfect teeth.”
Your laugh filled the room entirely. You loved the passion seeping through every single word coming out of her mouth and you knew she meant it. Wanda never lied; she just didn’t understand that hate didn’t fit in it anymore.
“If you really hate me would be so much easier for you, wouldn’t it?” You ask shuffling closer to her, without taking a proper step. Wanda, much like a wild mare, tended to see danger on the slightest of movements. Or words.
“Who said I don’t really hate you?” The redhead dropped her hands to her hips, consternation covering her like a coat. The action made your knees weak, her beauty verges the unholiness.
Boldly, you grabbed her cheeks with your hands as to lock her in place. “If that’s so, look into my eyes and say it.” You defied, there was a confidence present in your words that you didn’t feel it in yourself.
But after so many years practicing to hide your fears and let people see what they expected to see, hide your true feelings was now an easy feature or accessible tool whenever you needed it. Like the exact moment you were in.
Your eyes focused on hers, and this close, they were bigger than the moon. Certainly, they could swallow you inside her pools without sparing you a second to think if you knew how to swim. Right then and there, they invited you to dive in without a promise that you’d ever come back.
As for Wanda, she felt as though her heart was about to jump out of her chest and every inch of her skin burned, a very good and pleasant burn, where your hands touched her. She could feel the softness which you held her despite your calloused hands.
She could see, written in your eyes, just how scary this was for you. It was scary, indeed. All Wanda had come to know was hate, yet she hated how fast her heart beats whenever you flash that smile, whenever your eyes tried to pierce her soul.
She hated how physically gut-wrenching her jealousy was the second she learnt that you were in a brothel, with so many women at your disposal. She hated how, whenever you were around, nothing else mattered to her.
She hated, foremost, how desperately torn she felt when, right after touching your heavenly lips with hers, she thought she’d lose you. Wanda Maximoff was scared that she wasn’t good enough to protect you. From the world. From herself.
“I- I-.” She tried, but again, the words faltered. Wanda closed her eyes, suddenly, too tired to keep trying to fight back the emotions hidden, buried in her chest.
“I hate that I adore you.” The statement seemed to resonate on the walls and lingered.
The redhead felt a pair of oh so soft lips touching her forehead tenderly, then your hands leaving her face. She had to physically stop herself from whining at the loss of contact, but soon your hands were back, this time picking her up bridal style.
She let her head fall on to your shoulder as you climbed the stairs. The bedroom was even more beautiful than you expected, but you didn’t have eyes for anything else other than the beauty resting in your arms.
Carefully, you lowered her and laid Wanda on the bed. You could see how tense and how tired she was. She deserved to rest. You brushed few strands of her silky hair out of her face just so you could engrave her perfection on to your mind, then, kissed her one more time and left.
Though, you couldn’t have gone so far but the door until her voice echoed throughout the room again and stopped you in your tracks.
“Where are you going?” She asked, already climbing off the bed.
“You’re tired.” You reply matter-of-factly as if this could explain your absence when the real reason was that now it was your turn to be scared. The things you felt for Wanda went beyond your imagination, but you knew you didn’t want to mess things up and treat her any less than she should be treated.
“Don’t leave.” Wanda asked, now closer to you. So much so that goosebumps shot up and down your spine. “Please.” A hand – her hand reaches, tentatively, for yours and it’s so tender and so warm that it hurts.
She makes you turn to look at her and, once you do, her eyes sparkled in the poor light coming from the fireplace in a way that was utterly unfair with your heart. She slips one hand over your cheek, and you lean into her touch as if touch-starved for centuries.
The thump of your heart was so loud in your ears that you thought she’d be able to hear it too. However, she rested her other hand over your chest, and she did feel the thundering going on beneath her soft palm. Her eyes trailed from her hand to your eyes in that inquisitorial way without saying any word and by the gods, you were metaphorically on your knees for Princess Wanda Maximoff of Sokovia.
Smut Part Part 9
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Iris - Chapter 1
Chapter 1: The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie
Pairing: SoftDark!Devil!Helmut Zemo x Sky-Captain!Reader
Warnings: Cosmic Horror; Dubious Consent; Dubious Morality; Estranged Relationship; Zemo and Reader are not in the Good Place; THIS IS A HORROR FIC; Soul Stealing; Incredibly Loose Relationship with Physics; This is a Fallen London x Marvel Crossover Moment; There are Space Bees; And Giant Lovestruck Space Crabs; Violence; Murder; Death; Poison; At Least One Reference to a Garrote; Estranged Relationship; Dead Dove: Do Not Eat
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Chapter Summary: Sokovia rose, then fell, and then rose again. And now the stars will never be the same.
Notes: Hi, welcome, I really wanted to write an MCU crossover with the Fallen London 'verse so here we are. Imagine House of M except Wanda Maximoff became an actual factual God and it actually wasn't that bad after all. And now imagine all of that is background noise in favor of one unhinged Devil and one overly hinged Epistolarian. An Intrepid Epistolarian.
Oh also Wanda's waging war against Queen Victoria. It's fine.
For those of you who have read my other Zemo fics, finished and unfinished, if you notice similarities between this fic and the other ones... yes. I am Frankenstein trying to raise this fanfiction monster and put scenes, passages, and themes to better use than languishing in my Ao3/Tumblr cupboard. (Also if you've read my other fics, hi, hello, I love you.)
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The First taught Restraint, and the Second Betrayed. The Third taught us Hunger and the Fourth we Remade. The Fifth will live on in the Heart of the Sun but the Sixth did quickly Fade. The Seventh City will never Fall, never ending the Deal we made.
She kept some of the old names when she took this place, you know. Built onto it, even when her Renewed Empress had to bend the knee to the Scarlet One, sealed away in her undying mausoleum.
The Proclaimers of the Cult of the Sanctified, still seated at the Avid Horizon’s High Gate and whispering Truths to their counterparts on the other side, were right — the Seventh City would never fall; the Bazaar would never be compelled to deliver that fatal missive to that Beacon of Bright Betrayal it loved so much; there would be no opportunity to argue that Seven Cities worth of love is proof enough of Her Worthy Love.
If there is one thing you know about opportunities, it is that they are also opportunities to fail.
The long tradition of the Duchy of Sokovia — that Bulwark which once stood the test of time against even the Tsars of Russia — is not what it once was. There is, in fact, no such thing as Sokovia now, not the way you would think. There are Sokovian people, clinging to an identity lest it be lost in the abyss below, but all that remains of the Earthly land which remembered the Duchy’s history with the joint Empires of Austria and Hungary is now nothing more than a chasm of stone and steel.
A monument to violent delights in want of violent ends.
Cast your eyes not to the ruins of her past but to the gleaming future written in the stars ab—
The sound of a train whistle drowns out what remains of the tinned announcement, an earsplitting shriek you endure for what feels like forever, but is in fact — if the clock before you is accurate — no more than two minutes. Which — as it turns out — is plenty of time to interrupt the announcement’s conclusion and leave ringing silence in its wake.
Good. You were rather tired of hearing your own voice drone on any longer.
You turn your head away from the train schedule you had previously been pretending to occupy your mind with, watching the rails with mild impatience and fidgeting with your gloves.
He is late.
It’s not abnormal, really, for the more independent locomotives — those not on the Scarlet Empress’s own payroll, that is — to run on their own definition of time, but you’ve never known your contact to be anything more than a man of his word.
When you’ve properly interpreted his words, that is.
No matter. You have the luxury of time. Collecting your luggage takes little effort — a rather bulging handbag and a briefcase is not so terrible compared to the crates of fuel, souls, and hours you see being carted around you — as you step briskly towards the more busting central parts of port. The station itself has seen better days, almost empty save for a handful of dock-workers and the occasional Employee making sure the schedule runs on time, but as you pass through an open archway into the city proper, they seem eager to resume whatever activity they might otherwise have abandoned for your intrusive presence.
NORTH.
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How did it happen? Was it prophecy — or maybe some mad interpretation of the scream-whispers of Distant Polythreme, a vision of the Garden — that led the Proclaimers to make their rhyme, completing the riddle and speaking for the Masters themselves?
Something must have rung true to the Masters, for them to solve the riddle.
Novi Grad rose, then fell. Fell until it could fall no further, until there was nothing left of decades of history but ash and blood for the ghosts of her denizens to wander through. Until there was nothing for the Masters and their bats to drag to cavernous depths.
So she, in her infinite tragedy and infinite pain, became the solution.
Your tea, madame. You look up from your scribbling absently, glancing briefly up at the server and then feeling your polite smile immediately fade off your face.
Must you always play games?
Helmut Zemo stands before you with a perfectly placid smile on his cruelly handsome face, So lovely to see you again, sweetling, and you’re quite welcome for the tea.
You narrowly avoid the temptation to roll your eyes, closing your journal and placing the cap on your pen, its nib glimmering venomously in the candlelight, You are late. A casual accusation, one he dismisses with an easy wave of his hand, just before seating himself before you and stealing a biscuit from your place.
And you are impatient. Surely this must mean you have missed me, little bird. If he notices the way you flinch at the sweetname, struggling to compose yourself before you manage to settle on sternness, he does not say.
You have faced worse things than Helmut Zemo, you know. Worse than the ache that slices through your heart when you look at him and his easy smile, the one you might have fallen in love with once again, if you forgot yourself.
You will not.
Instead, you breathe, letting the heavy air in your lungs out slowly as you tug the fingers of your glove until the whole thing is loose enough to be removed entirely.
You always hated getting biscuit crumbs on your whisper-satin fineries.
You asked me to meet you here, Helmut, a fact which he seems to dismiss with another too-sharp smile, eyes flickering over you.
It burns. Licking over the neckline of your dress before moving down to the delicate pearl buttons that hold shut your bodice, heat rising over the thin lace collar wrapped around your throat, and you wonder idly how often he fines pleasure in watching people struggle to breathe and die.
I’m told you have been busy, he tells you flatly, practiced hand snapping his biscuit in half before dipping one perfect semi-circle into the cup of tea he’d placed in front of you, Too busy, it seems, to inform your husband of your whereabouts.
The knifeblade edge of his voice is enough, slipping past the plates of armor you always try to wrap around yourself every time you agree to meet him, his joyless smile the barbs he leaves in your heart, ensuring it will bleed for him for a few months more after your eventual parting.
The first time he’d touched your cheek in the shadow of a clockwork sun while you wept, his lips ghosting  your skin, you nearly fell to your knees at his feet.
That should have been the last time you would ever see him, as he whispered sweet nothings and sweeter promises in a language you did not speak, burning intention into your skin and leaving you forever bound, words falling from his lips like a waterfall.
The third time you met Helmut Zemo, you cried. And the fourth. And the fifth.
You refuse to meet his eyes, smoothing out the wrinkles in your gown with trembling hands, Is this what you came to remind me?
He does not stop smiling, even as you make note of the uneasy tension sitting on his shoulders, the vicious gleam in his eyes as he continues his visual examination of your countenance, tea soaked biscuit melting idly on his tongue.
Yes, it is.
You should be grateful for his honesty — Devils rarely are, after all.
He continues before you have a chance to consider it, How much farther do you plan to run from this place, sweetling, before time returns you back to me?
You wish he wouldn’t call you sweetling.
You haven’t been sweet in a thousand years.
But that’s beside the point, isn’t it? He already knows that, anyway.
Though you suppose that maybe you ought to tell him about something he doesn’t know.
Why did you call me here, Helmut?
Why does any man call his wife back to the port where they parted last? I missed you.
You swallow thickly, avoiding the unyielding blade of his sharp-eyed gaze and even sharper smile, refusing to let your heart leap out to him as it aches to do, You are lying, Helmut, you accuse, pretending to busy yourself with the biscuits he brought to your table.
As always, as you should have expected, he only grins at you — a cruel, twisted grimace that makes your stomach twist not-wholly-unpleasantly — before reaching out and brushing his knuckles over your cheek, Would you let me lie, little bird?
I certainly hope you don’t expect an honest answer to that question.
His laugh is as sharp as his smile, a huff of bemusement you recall bringing you happiness before, a long time ago.
Now it reminds you of the taste of poison, of bile curling in the back of your throat, of blood and metal and the screaming agony of time stretched to its very limit.
The silence too, stretches between you, taut as the wires you would wrap around your palms to cut through cheese and impertinent throats, waiting for you to finally surrender and rise to your feet, gather your things and bid him as formal a goodbye as you’ll allow yourself — always just out of reach, I have no intention of playing games, Helmut, you challenge with the same tone of voice you might use to scold the Empress’s misbehaving sons, If you refuse to do me the courtesy of your honest, then do me the gift of your absence.
He watches you, eyes glimmering amber with insult, but does not dishonor you enough to reach out, There was a time, little bird, when you loved me without such reservation.
The words burn across your skin like living fire, your vows and his molded together in a single remembered sigil, a bond forced with the very language of Judgment, unbidden agony scorching your composure as you make a desperate, futile attempt to push away the memory; his voice soft, the low timbre of his accent sliding over your ears like honey in your mouth, gentle lips on yours as he sealed your fate with a kiss, I have memorized you like a prayer.
You could almost have forgotten he was a liar, standing lost in your memories as you are, forgotten the price of promise and the weight of truth.
Almost.
The tears burn at the backs of your eyes, but you blink them back, let bone grind against bone before, More fool I, then, for thinking you did the same.
You turn to walk towards the door, four sovereigns in hand to pay for your meal — interrupted though it has been — making a concentrated effort to not look back, even as you hear his voice cutting through the otherwise silent room, When everything goes wrong, it is a terrible burden to bear alone, don’t you think?
You cannot help yourself, can you? Shoulders slumping as you declare a reluctant defeat and turn to face him, swearing your heart has lit aflame.
You cannot ignore His Law forever, little bird.
You know nothing of responsibility, Helmut, your voice is cold as the icy expanse beyond the warm walls of Novi Grad station, still aching to leave and frustrated by your uncooperative feet.
There’s a twitch at the corner of his lips, amusement sparking in his own eyes, And what of you, little bird, what have you learned of responsibility since your escape from Perdurance?
You visibly flinch, the name sparking an endless array of horror and memories within you, just as his expression falls into uncharacteristic regret.
Nothing, clearly, you reply hollowly, words bitter on the back of your teeth, Much to your pleasure, I think.
That wounds him, to your surprise, hurt painting his face before he controls his features and buries both regret and rage beneath a placid mask, Infinite freedom is as tight a prison as an opulent cage, on occasion.
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Summary: You were separated from your childhood crush and meet again.
Warnings: Y/n is technically a criminal, bloody Y/n, Wanda is a little scary, not that i'm complaining, I don't really know what else to put, let me know if I missed something.
A/n: I wrote this a long time ago so it might be trash. I don't really remember so might as well post it.
The Scarlet Queen, the Queen, and the Scarlet Witch were the only titles you could use to describe the queen of Sokovia. The once small but cozy town that had become the biggest powerhouse kingdom to exist. 
It was all because of one woman, The Scarlet Witch, no one knew her real name. I did though. I knew her in elementary school. It was a rich private school which my father worked at. We were friends until 8th grade when her father died and she had to leave school and become queen. I admit I might have had some other feelings for her but I ignored them. When she made the rule that she was only to be addressed by her titles I made sure that I never slipped up while talking about her. When I was in 9th grade my father got this disease and passed away. I no longer could stay at the school and had to provide for myself so I started a life of pick-pocketing. I felt awful and would never take more than I needed but it was the only way to survive. 
One fateful day I picked the wrong pocket.
I was looking around for someone to pickpocket when I saw a tall guy that looked like he made some money. So when I passed him I reached in his pocket and pulled out some coins and started to walk away. When he yelled,”Come back here you pickpocketer.” He started to chase me so I ran. He then caught up to me and threw me to the floor. He yanked my hair back and asked,” Do you know who I am.”. I shook my head. He then angrily said, “I am the captain of the guard.”. I finally realized how bad I fucked up. Rule 12 states that If you steal from someone that has a lot of power you can be sentenced to death. “Wait, please sir.” I pleaded. “You better not say a word till I say you can.” He said. I agreed and followed him. He grabbed a couple of horses and they started riding with me connected to the ends of the horses. I was covered in mud and dirt which was probably from before to. He then took me to a huge courtroom thing with paintings all over the wall. He threw me to the middle of the floor and said to wait till the judge comes to huddle this. Apparently the royalitie type people have their own judge. Who? I didn’t know. 
I just stared at the floor till I heard a loud voice that was sort of familiar but rough and stern,” You can face the court now.”. I looked up to see my childhood best friend, The Queen, in charge. She continued on and didn’t recognize me, “State your name.” She sternly said. Everyone was staring at me but I didn’t know what to say. She looked more angry, “Don’t make me repeat myself.”. I then said as loud as I could without coming off as rude, “Y/n Y/l/n”. Her face faltered for a second and she then quickly yelled, “Everyone leave.” As the captain went to grab me she angrily yelled, “NOT HER”. He quickly scurried. She ran down to me as fast as possible, ran down to me and hugged me.  I said, barely able to breath, “I’m a little dirty and bloody.”. She still didn’t let go until 30 seconds after. “What happened to you?” She said, “Wow, still straight to the point.”. She looked at me with concern. I answered her question with,” Life I guess.”. She didn't push further but just said,'' You need a bath come on.``. I followed her to a washroom with a fancy marble tub already filled with hot water. “Here is a towel and there is some fresh clothes in that drawer. Then we can talk.”
A/n: To be continued?
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Do I wish I had the honor of your affections, yes, but we can’t choose who we love anymore than we can choose what the weather will be.
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"Do I wish I had the honor of your affections? Yes, but we can’t choose who we love any more than we can choose what the weather will be."
You speak so calmly and sweetly that Wanda can hardly believe she had just rejected you a second ago. And even though she should have gotten used to your mellow demeanor by now, she hadn't. "I am sorry."
"Don't be." You assure her with a gentle smile, your armor shimmering in the late afternoon sun as her expensive dress drags on the trimmed grass. "Lord Jarvis Stark is a great gentleman, I'm sure he'll take good care of you. Not that you need to be taken care of, of course." You add the last part with a playful tone that makes her smile, but soon the Queen of Sokovia is frowning again. 
"Can we still be friends?" The brunette asks with genuine concern, and your reassuring smile once again soothes her anxious mind. "Most certainly, Your Highness. Who else would bestow me with their company on a late-afternoon stroll through the kingdom's gardens?" You gesture to the surrounding bushes and trees, and Wanda smiles as she looks away, unaware of your sad glance at her before focusing your eyes back on the path.
"Commander Y/l/n." The Queen calls out, her voice still uncertain. The truth is, she isn't sure of what she feels. The truth is that she doesn't really know how she feels, or how to behave in front of her feelings. Her father has always made a point of encouraging her to marry for love. And although it was not forbidden, marrying the Commander of the Royal Guard of her own country was not exactly ordinary. 
Meanwhile, Jarvis was a sweet and gentle man, with tastes and thoughts very similar to her own. Not to mention, of course, that the benefits that marriage would bring to both countries are enormous. 
But even putting all these matters aside, Wanda is still unsure. Because being with you is peaceful, like the warm summer breeze or the caress of the waves on her bare feet when she visits the shore. And shouldn't love be fiery? Excruciating? Perhaps, who knows, sickening? At least that's what she read in the books in the library.
"Yes, Your Highness?" Comes your answer perhaps not after long, awakening her back to reality. And staring into your expectant eyes, the brunette sees all her previous thoughts fade away, her throat drying with the loss of words. 
"Thank you. For being such a good friend to me." It's what she decides to say instead, forcing a smile while the whirlwind of thoughts once again disturbs her mind. 
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can you do a royal!scarlet witch x fem!reader? where the reader is also a magic-wielder as well. i feel like wanda really suits the queen title!! <3
Own The Throne || Wanda Maximoff
Pairing: Royal!Scarlet Witch x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Mentions of drowning, mentions of violence, mentions of death, mentions of poisoning, mentions of mind control/magic use, Dark Wanda themes towards the end. If I have missed any warnings, please let me know.
Word count: 10,598 words.
A/N: Thank you so much for your request anon, I really appreciate it. I hope you all enjoy the fic, as I kind of just went crazy with it sorry in advance, I didn’t think it would be so long and I am a bit apprehensive of its quality, so again I apologise. Also, Wanda is basically the darkened version of the Scarlet Witch by the end of it, just so she is included.
Please do not repost (on here or any social media platform), copy, translate or take ownership of my work. Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated <3.
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Own The Throne: Wanda Maximoff-
“Who would have known my Waiting Maid could be so exceedingly dull?” Wanda, Princess of Sokovia dramatically exclaims as she throws herself back onto the impeccably kept grass.
You raise your eyebrows in amusement, “I apologise profusely Your Highness. Who would have ever thought that Latin would not be to your exceptional taste.”
The Princess shakes her head with a smile, “Perhaps it is the way you are teaching me. You could make it more rousing for your most favoured Princess.”
You gently close the vintage book filled with a range of complex Latin phrases, ones that you have been instructed to grace Wanda with, “Have I not done enough by allowing your lesson to be outside for today, Your Highness? Shall we return inside?” You say as you gather your dress up, ready to go.
Wanda instantly clambers to her feet, not caring in the slightest of her disheveled appearance, “What a vulgar notion! I was merely suggesting that we usually partake in more exhilarating activities. Is it not your requirement to keep me informed and entertained?”
You look around to admire the features of the Royal Courtyard, hoping an idea will come to mind, “What would you suggest, Your Highness?”
Wanda tilts her head, “Why must you always address me in such a way?”
You match her head tilt, “I do not understand.”
Wanda takes a step closer to you, “What if I call you y/n, and you call me Wanda?”
You shake your head instantly, “The King would not be best pleased.”
Wanda carefully gazes around the gardens to ensure you’re both alone before gently grabbing one of your hands, “I do not care what he thinks. I will be Queen in good time, and therefore will address you to my choosing. There is nothing wrong with getting a head start. After all, these teachings are to prepare me for the throne are they not?”
You tighten your grip on Wanda’s hand, giving her a smirk, “You will be my demise… Wanda.” You decide to carefully opt to address her in such an informal way, desperate to gain more closeness with the Princess herself; a closeness you once had a long time ago- before the King found out and punished you for your unprofessional ways.
“Come with me, I have an idea.” Wanda pulls you along with her to head to the edge of the majestic grounds that surround the Maximoff Castle.
After a rather exhausting run, you make your way towards the stone wall that protects the land from unwanted individuals.
You look to Wanda curiously, “It is a remarkable wall, however I do not believe it was worth such exertion to get to it.”
Instead of verbally replying, Wanda encases you both in her signature red magic. Lifting the two of you with ease over the wall and to the other side.
Once you land firmly on the ground you stare at her expectantly, “Care to explain?”
“Why do you never shy away from my magic use? The Kingdom has come to fear my capabilities, but not you, why is that?”
You turn your gaze away from Wanda, refusing to tell her the real reason as to why her magic use is of no concern to you.
If she knew about the powers that course through your veins daily, she might treat you differently. You know it is an unrealistic thought, especially housing powers of her own, but you don’t want to risk the relationship you have with Wanda.
“I trust you Wanda, I have no reason to fear your gift.” Wanda smiles at your statement.
“Follow my lead, y/n.” Wanda says as she begins her stride through the woodland area surrounding the Castle.
Just as you are about to follow her, you take a glance back at the wall. Part of you believes it will be a better idea to stay and carry on with your duties. However, your heart longs for Wanda, and if this will make her happy, then you will do anything she suggests. She is a Princess after all.
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“Wanda, this is getting ridiculous now. Where are you taking us?” You say frustratedly as Wanda guides you forward, using her hands to cover your eyes.
“Must you always complain; we have arrived.” Wanda slowly takes her hands away from your face, allowing you to take in the sight before you.
There stands a lake, beautifully reflecting the scorching sunlight from its surface. The greenery surrounding the water in itself creates an elegant environment.
You look to Wanda surprised, “This is ravishing, where ever did you learn of such a place?” You ask, failing to recall Wanda ever mentioning this area.
Wanda steps forth to crouch towards the banking, slowly running her fingers through the water, “I come here sometimes to think. Especially when you are on leave. I get rather lonely. If only Father realised how much help you provide for me, he would not be so selfish as to restrict your time with me.”
The King’s restriction of your time with Wanda was part of the punishment for being too close to her in the first place.
“We have time now Wanda, we can make the most of it.” You say as you stand next to Wanda.
She slowly regains her formal stance, “Good heavens, what is that?” Wanda exclaims.
Out of sheer fear of being caught by one of the Castle Guards you spin around to look in the direction Wanda is gesturing towards, “What it is?”
Before you have a chance to realise, a forceful push is driven into your back. Causing you to surge forward and straight into the water.
You splash in desperation to reclaim your surroundings. Brushing back your once tidy hair from your face; shivering slightly from the cold.
You are thoroughly soaked.
The tranquil area is filled with laughter being emitted by Wanda, with her finding delight in your unimpressed features.
You stand to rinse out your dress of the excess water.
“You’re cruel.” You say in annoyance; stepping out of the water.
Wanda continues her wicked laughter, “I do apologise y/n, though I could not resist such an opportunity.”
With that statement, you choose to continue down your rebellious ways and pick Wanda up with ease.
Wanda protests instantly, quickly gathering your intentions as she delivers light punches into you.
Just as she’s about to apologise, you make quick work of throwing her towards the water.
Wanda instantly rises from the water, releasing quickened breaths to work through the cold surrounding her, “Y/n! You wicked being!”
She attempts to make her way towards you, though once the splashing has ceased from her movements from within the water, you look at Wanda in amusement, “Oh dear, I could not resist such an opportunity.” You mimic Wanda’s justification.
Wanda looks at you in fake annoyance before running her fingers through her hair, slicking it back.
“Well there is no use in wasting such an opportunity. Shall we go for a swim?” Wanda asks as gestures to your mutually soaked clothing.
You scrunch your face up in displeasure at her request, “I think not, we need to get back before the King sends his Guards to search for us.” You say as you finish twisting the water from your hair.
Wanda releases a sigh, “When are you going to stop concerning yourself with my Father’s opinions, and take mine into consideration. You are to serve me for heaven’s sake. Please, I beg of you to just do something for me for once, without any Royal influence. Just let us be Wanda and y/n, like we used to be before I was next in line to be the ruler of Sokovia.”
You look towards Wanda sadly, you know how much she detests her birthright to the throne and what it entails. As her Lady-In-Waiting you are to serve her best interests, which right now is to give her this form of normality and swim with her.
As soon as you start venturing forward towards the water, Wanda releases a squeal of delight, “We are not best dressed for this, may I add.”
Wanda dismisses your words, “We will dry off in the sun afterwards, it is of no concern to me.”
With that being said, you grab Wanda’s hand and lead her into the water again.
Having already been in the lake, the water is at a much bearable temperature, making it easier for the two of you to swim towards the unknown.
Wanda decides to swim ahead, having been the stronger swimmer of the two of you for a long time. Once Wanda has reached her desired location within the water, she stops where she is and starts to use her legs to tread water- allowing you to do the same once you have reached her position.
As soon as you stop yourself in front of Wanda she slowly stretches her arms out and rests them on your shoulders; before wrapping her arms around the back of your neck, causing your breath to hitch at the close contact.
Wanda laughs, “Y/n, we have been much closer than this before, do not be frightened.”
As you still attempt to keep yourself above the surface with your leg movements, you find yourself wrapping your arms around Wanda’s waist, keeping her in close.
“Yes, however that was a long time ago.”
Your relationship with Wanda has always been complicated. With her being of Royal status; by morality and Law the two of you are not supposed to be with each other.
However, Wanda has never been one to follow the rules- especially if the today’s activities are anything to go by.
“There is something about you that draws me in. I feel as though you’re intoxicating. Like a force is bringing me to you.” Wanda says as she studies the features of your face.
“Perhaps it is my impeccable personality.” You say with a teasing smile, as you move your hands against her body.
Wanda smiles at your action before playfully rolling her eyes, “Doubtful.”
Your mouth drops open in mock offence, causing the two of you to break out into a fit of laughter.
“If I am honest, I think it is your-“ Before Wanda can finish a force drags her under water, causing you to be temporarily pulled down also and letting go of her from the unexpected motion.
You quickly rush to the surface, inhaling desperate gasps of air as you frantically search for Wanda, having expected her to come up with you.
“Wanda!” You shout, moving around in the water to see if she has moved out towards the banking.
You frantically wipe the excess water from your eyes, trying to regain your vision back in order to search effectively for Wanda.
Once you see a glow of red under the water, you quickly dive under, deducing the glow being that of Wanda’s powers.
The water restricts your vision once more, but not enough to stop you from gathering a general understanding of what is happening.
Once you reach Wanda, you grasp her face to signal you’re there for her.
She attempts to use her powers to swim to the surface however it is of no use.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see a purple glow coming from Wanda’s ankle. You quickly swim towards it to help Wanda escape, conscious of yours and Wanda’s lack of oxygen.
As soon as you realise the purple glow is what is causing Wanda’s struggle, you do not hesitate to conjure your own magic and send a golden orb towards it. With full intentions of destroying it.
Wanda releases gasps of hair bubbles, most likely from the panic surging her body.
Luckily, the force from your power was enough to temporarily loosen its hold on Wanda, allowing her to use a surge of her own magic to reach the surface.
Just as you’re about to swim up, you feel an excruciating burn across your arm, causing you to wince furiously. As you go to look at the source of the pain, you notice the purple glow fade from your side, seemingly being the cause of your injury.
After a quick glance around to ensure the force has disappeared, you waste no time in joining Wanda above the water’s surface.
The sounds of forced breaths fill the environment, alongside coughs of displeasure attempting to remove any stray water from your mouths.
Once you see Wanda, you instantly swim over to her, “My dear, come here, I have got you, you are safe.”
Wanda’s frantic breaths continue as she attempts to come down from her moment of fear.
You instantly grab Wanda and link your arm under her arms, dragging her to the banking, which is rather difficult with the dresses you wear attempting to drag you under with their excess weight. Once she’s out of the water safely, you look out towards it, wondering what source of power could stand against Wanda’s magic but not your own.
As you feel Wanda grasp at your dress you look down and smother her face in kisses, “Are you alright? I was so worried.” You say as you move to inspect her for injury.
Wanda releases a series of coughs, causing you to sit her upright to rub soothing strokes across her back.
“You saved me y/n, do not even attempt to deny the use of magic either. No mortal could have fought it alone.” Wanda winces as you touch her ankle, which is red raw from the magic’s hold.
You release a sigh, knowing you cannot hide your magic any longer. You use your magic to ease the pain on Wanda’s ankle. It was only a matter of time before she found out anyway.
You attempt to change the subject, fearing Wanda’s questions.
“What could have caused this? I have never seen anything like it.” You turn to assess your arm, displaying a similar mark to Wanda’s ankle.
“Y/n, how did you save me?” Wanda asks before turning on her side to continue her coughs to work up any remaining water that entered her system in the panic of being dragged under abruptly.
You place your hand on Wanda’s leg as you prepare to explain, a feeling of uneasiness filling you, “My Father, he was a Sorcerer. He taught me everything I know. He and my Mother, they were… they were murdered whilst in an attempt to protect me from a Witch who chose to seek my power. I vowed from that day that no one would know of my magic. To allow myself to remain protected and not have them die for nothing.”
Wanda gently pushes herself towards you, pulling you into a hug and allowing your tears to flow; mostly from the stress lingering from Wanda’s incident.
Wanda places gentle kisses on your head to soothe you.
“You know I would never have judged you. I will always be here to protect you, as you are with me.” Wanda pushes you away slightly to press a gentle kiss of gratitude on your lips. She knows she wouldn’t have made it if it wasn’t for your help.
You attempt to wipe your tears away, “I am sorry I did not tell you, I just could not lose you.”
Wanda smiles sadly, “You will never lose me y/n, I promise.”
Before either one of you can speak again, you hear the snapping of a twig, causing your gaze to shoot towards the woodland area.
That’s when you spot the Commander of the Guards staring at you with his sword drawn, “By order of the King, you are to return to the Castle, at once. Failure to do so will result in brute force. Trust me, I will not hesitate to drag you back to that Castle myself. Move along.”
Your eyes widen in fear, never having a positive experience with the Commander. His only mission seems to be in making your life miserable. With constant threats and degrading words.
Wanda gives you a gentle squeeze before making her move.
“You will do no such thing.” Wanda says as she moves up and away from you, attempting to not reveal your closeness to the Commander and cause him to question it.
He straightens his stance accordingly, clearly lacking the awareness to notice Wanda was there in the first place. With her having been concealed by a gathering of woodland shrubs.
“I apologise to you directly, Your Highness. His Majesty the King has requested your presence right away. He is thought to be disturbed in concern with your whereabouts.” The Commander attempts to ease Wanda’s anger with his Royal protocol ways, fearing the dangerous glare she is sending towards him.
Wanda sighs in frustration, before moving a gentle gaze towards you, “Perhaps we should have stayed in the gardens after all.”
You fail to meet her gaze, panic surges through your body at the thought of facing the King.
By having to inform him as to why you failed to carry out your duties to Wanda once again.
You should have never let Wanda convince you to abandon your duties, as now you must pay the price, though this time the King might not hold back.
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As you stand before the King, you can’t help but feel nervous as a cold sweat covers your body.
You stand close to Wanda, silently signalling that you are there for her, but also seeking comfort from her presence alone as the King scolds the two of you.
Your heart breaks as you see her flinch at her Father’s angered tone. If you could, you’d accept complete blame for the incident to protect Wanda from this scolding. Even though the King terrifies you, your love for Wanda overpowers that fear.
The King slams his fist onto his golden throne, causing your gaze to snap from Wanda.
“Waiting Maid, what say you?” The King asks in a low tone.
“Your Majesty, I am afraid I do not understand your questioning.” You need to be cautious of what information you provide to the King, hence the request for clarification.
The King simply moves his hand to gesture towards Wanda’s state; wrapped in several towels to combat the cold caused by the lake, whereas you remain there in your dampened state, slowly picking away at your fingernails in anxiety, “Explain as to why my Daughter is in such a condition.”
You briefly glance to the floor, however as the King clears his throat you redirect your eye contact towards him, shifting in your position, “I thought that my best interests in concern with the Princess were being carried through, Your Majesty. I have come to understand that I lacked the proper judgement. I can only apologise profusely.”
Wanda looks towards you in sadness, silently pleading for you to let her take the blame and avoid any punishment coming either of your ways.
She so desperately wants to wrap you up and take away your shivering state, but if she were to ever do such an action in front of her Father there’s no telling what he’d do.
Neither of you can even use your magic to help ease the discomfort, fearing the exposure.
Her thoughts are interrupted when a wicked cackle sounds from directly next to the King, his soon to be wedded Wife, Agatha decides this is the optimum moment to input her unwanted views, “Your best interests are to put a Royal in extreme danger? How frightening.”
Agatha places her hand out for the King to take, to which he does without hesitation. Essentially having him wrapped around her little finger.
You refrain from reacting harshly towards the woman, Wanda and yourself are highly suspicious of her, both of you know she only wants the luxury that comes with the throne; she has no interest in the King himself. You’re convinced that she was counting down the days until Wanda’s Mother’s death, having passed away after contracting Pneumonia.
That was the day the Kingdom truly fell, the kindness she displayed was truly rare. Thankfully, it is a trait Wanda has inherited, giving you hope for the future of Sokovia.
Wanda attempts to input her defence, “Father-.”
The King raises his hand to silence Wanda, “Silence. I am highly disappointed in you, Daughter. After we lost your Brother, Pietro in battle, I thought you would have been cautious enough to guard your life with importance. Your actions today will not go unnoticed.”
Your heart shatters at his words, to compare Pietro’s death to today’s accident is purely cruel. If only he knew how much pain his death has caused Wanda. You’ve lost count of the nights she has cried herself to sleep, begging for Pietro to return home.
Wanda lost two of her closest family members in a short period of time, it was your duty to support her as the King quickly made arrangements to assist the Kingdom continued to thrive, that is when he met Agatha.
A devil in disguise.
Wanda attempts to hide her sobs, but being in close range of her allows you to hear them, each one causing your heart to break more.
Agatha smirks at Wanda’s saddened expression, causing you to clench your fist in anger. Wanting nothing more than to put her in her place.
The King does what he knows best- ignores Wanda’s pain and continues his lecture.
“My retirement from the throne is fast approaching Wanda, examples such as today do not reflect well on my decision to make you Queen. Have your Waiting- Maid tend to you whilst I consider the outcome of today and any necessary punishments. You are both dismissed.”
You are shocked at the King’s words, mostly expecting him to ban you from going anywhere near Wanda after today.
Though, not a second goes by as Wanda angrily turns on her heel and marches out of the throne room, throwing the dampened towels aside in the process.
You watch as Wanda leaves, releasing a sigh in the process.
You can understand the hurt Wanda is feeling, so you know you need to go comfort her the best way you can.
“Thank you, Your Majesty.” You say as you provide the King with a small curtsy, though you do not agree with what has been stated you still must show respect in the presence of the King- especially if you wish to continue serving Wanda directly.
As you turn to leave the room, you notice Agatha glaring at you, paying special attention to the wound on your arm, caused by the purple glow.
You return her glare, and cover up the mark; knowing she is of a bad influence within the family.
To avoid any confrontation, you move to pick up Wanda’s discarded towels and make your way to her Chambers to carry out your duty of care.
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You give Wanda’s door three, firm knocks, waiting on her word for your permission to access the room. Though you are met with the sounds of banging from within, you choose to open the door and investigate what is going on.
You freeze in your movements when you see surges of red flying across the room, encasing items within them to be thrown.
Wanda continues to take out her frustrations using her magic, even with you standing there.
That is until she suddenly stops to release a series of pained sobs, you instantly rush to her side and drop the towels so you can bring Wanda into a much needed hug.
She grasps onto you tightly, pressing her face into the crook of your neck to muffle her cries.
You rub her back soothingly as you encourage her to let out her pain and frustration.
“Wanda, you are not to blame for this. I chose to go along also, we did not know what was going to happen-“ Wanda lifts her head from your neck and shakes her own.
“That is not what is troubling me, yes the incident was horrific but the moments leading up to it made me so happy y/n. We were at peace after so long, we were in our own little moment. That is why I am so saddened by my Father’s words. He cannot see how happy you make me, and for him to bring Pietro up like that….” her flow of tears increases, allowing you to wipe them away with your thumb.
“Wanda, we just need to be more careful. If this is what you want, for us to be together then I am willing to be with you in secret. In the past I have doubted our love and I apologise, however your Father will stop at nothing to ensure you are Queen. I cannot stand in the way of that.”
Wanda pulls away from you, whilst still maintaining contact with you using her hands, “We will make it work, we have to because I cannot carry on living my life not being able to love you freely. I know you have your concerns, and I know they influence your judgement but please try for me. Once I am Queen none of this secrecy will matter anyway.”
In reality, you know once Wanda is Queen, you will not be able to be with her as you would hope. Her new status will bring too much attention and therefore put you both at risk. To avoid yourself from becoming overwhelmed you change the subject, “I will draw you a bath, please rest on the bed, you have had an exhausting day my love.”
Wanda chooses not to defy your request, sneaking you a quick kiss on the lips before resting on her bed.
To avoid too much contact with the rest of the Castle occupants; and with Wanda already being aware of your powers; you easily conjure enough water to fill her private, metal tub. With one quick hand swipe the water is heated to the perfect temperature for Wanda.
As the golden glow fades, Wanda makes her way to wrap her arms around your waist.
“Please join me, I need to feel close to you.”
“Wanda, what if we are caught?.” Wanda turns you around as she uses her magic to close and lock her bedroom door.
“No interruptions, just us.” She says as she places her hand on your cheek.
You give Wanda a gentle smile as you place your hand on top of hers.
You remove her hand to place a kiss on it, guiding her further into the secluded area within her Chamber.
You carefully help Wanda remove her ruined dress; with the lake having not treated her with the kindness that she deserves.
As each section of her body is revealed to you, you press a gentle kiss in its place. Allowing yourself to appreciate her in the way you have always wanted to without consequence.
Wanda closes her eyes, basking in the feeling of your hands gently running over her skin to remove the material of her clothing.
To regain her attention, you press a loving kiss on her lips, causing her to open her eyes to admire your features.
“I do not deserve you Wanda.” You whisper gently.
Wanda shakes her head, “It is I, who does not deserve you y/n.”
Once she is fully bare, you guide Wanda’s exhausted body towards the bath, allowing her to step in and feel the benefits of the heated water, working out the stress within her muscles.
You make quick work of ridding yourself of your clothes, as Wanda moves forwards in the water to allow you to slot in behind her- desperate to feel your comforting embrace.
Once you are comfortably situated, you gently guide Wanda to lay on your bare front. Causing her to fully relax into you.
You place a kiss on her head, as you gently brush your fingers along her arm, attempting to soothe her completely.
Wanda slowly starts to drift off before saying, “I cannot lose you y/n, please stay with me.”
You thread your arms under hers to pull her even closer into a hug, “Always my love, always.”
As Wanda allows herself to fall into a light sleep, knowing she is safe in your arms; you give yourself a chance to run over the recent events.
You can’t help how your thoughts drift to the purple glow that attacked Wanda beneath the water’s surface today. At one point you’ll have to strike up the conversation with Wanda so you can determine how safe you actually are within the castle and whether or not you and Wanda need to watch your backs.
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The next morning, you and Wanda decided the best course of action would be to continue the duties you are expected to serve within the Castle. Avoiding the temptation to leave the grounds after yesterday and avoid any annoyance being caused towards the King. Today’s task was Harp playing- one of Wanda’s favourite pastimes.
“Try a C chord, so that will consist of-“
“The notes C,E and G mostly.” Wanda interrupts with a smirk; having the body of the Harp resting on her shoulder.
She seems a lot happier this morning, most likely from the fact she woke up in your embrace. Having stayed the night in her bed.
You return her smile, “Excellent, you remembered.”
Wanda gently plucks the strings to finish the chord, “Of course I did, it is not like you have not repeated them to me seven times.”
You give her a challenging gaze, along with a shake of your head as you move towards her,“I will let that one slide, My Princess.”
You lean down, hoping to place a secret kiss on her lips until you’re interrupted.
“Your Princess? What a peculiar way to address the King’s Daughter.” You jump from the sound of Agatha’s voice.
Wanda moves the Harp to an upright position as she takes her place by your side.
Agatha looks between the two of you curiously, gauging your odd behaviour, “My dear, I would like to borrow your Lady-In-Waiting, I have a few words I would like to discuss with her.” Agatha says as she chooses to move further into the room.
Wanda is about to protest, however you give her a slight shake of the head. If she were to argue, it would only raise Agatha’s suspicions that she is clearly displaying with her questioning looks.
“Of course, I will retire to my Chambers, send her to me once you have finished.” Wanda moves to leave the room, giving you a worried glance before leaving you alone with the King’s betrothed.
You give her a firm nod of your head, letting her know you’ll be alright.
Wanda walks straight past Agatha, not uttering another word to her.
Agatha scoffs at Wanda’s disregard for her presence upon leaving; she knows Wanda has a disliking toward her. In Wanda’s eyes, she will never replace her Mother.
Agatha turns her attention towards you, “I came to check how you are after yesterday, with all that drama it has to be stressful.” She says as she takes a seat in one of the chairs in the Music Room.
You look at her skeptically, “I do not recall you showing me any concern before, why the change of heart?” You join her at the seating area, attempting to display a form of casualness and avoiding suspicion of uneasiness in her presence.
Agatha releases a breath of surprise, “Why dear, you care for my darling Wanda, of course I am concerned. Especially with that nasty mark on your arm that I happened to notice.”
Her eyes wander to the burn, causing you to subtly move your hand over it; to display a form of protectiveness, “I am of good health, though do not try to take me for a fool, I know you have no concern for Wanda. The way you treat and speak to her sickens me.” You are surprised at your sudden confidence, you attempt to use your distrust towards Agatha as motivation to keep up this front.
Agatha darkens her gaze at your statement, “Wanda has a talent for exaggeration, I only treat her with the kindness she deserves.”
In other words, none.
Agatha has always put Wanda down, emphasising how she is not fit to rule Sokovia. In your eyes, Wanda is the only one worthy enough of ruling, to which you constantly remind her, attempting to remove Agatha’s harsh words from Wanda’s mind.
You choose to fold your arms across yourself as you straighten up your posture, displaying to Agatha that you are on guard for her antics.
Agatha seemingly understands your lack of trust, smirking at your attempt to intimidate her, “Allow me to explain as to why I am really here y/n.”
You sharpen your gaze, ready to hear Agatha’s intentions, “That will save us both a good amount of time.” The less time you spend with Agatha, the better.
“We both know that Wanda is not fit to rule the Kingdom-“ Agatha begins to explain, until you put a stop to her slandering.
“I know no such thing, she will make a fine Queen. She is what Sokovia needs and deserves.” You successfully silence Agatha’s words, refusing to allow her to besmirch Wanda’s reputation further than she already has.
“All I am saying is, there is someone who is more suited for the presence on the throne. Someone who is more deserving.” Agatha stands up to make her way across to you, causing you to move back slightly in your chair as she towers over you.
“Who might that be?” You can’t help but question, having your interest peaked at her unusual words.
Agatha gives you a roll of her eyes, thinking the option would be obvious, “Me of course.”
You practically scoff at the notion, “That is absurd. You do not know the first thing that comes with ruling a Kingdom such as Sokovia. Besides, you are not a blood member of this family, Wanda would rather die than let you rule in her place.” You make a move to stand, causing Agatha to stagger back from you.
Agatha chooses to walk around you, as though she is a predator stalking its prey, “That is my thinking exactly. If the King marries me, I shall become the Queen consort, not as high of a status as I would like but once I have outlived the Maximoff family; the throne may as well be as good as mine. As there are no remaining family members to overthrow my claim.”
Your eyes widen at her words as you watch her move, “It does not even work like that; your ideology is extravagant. Why are you even telling me this?”
Part of you is relieved she is, as you know Wanda needs protecting from Agatha directly if this is her intention.
“I need your help, y/n. If I become Queen Consort, I will provide for you, better than Wanda ever could. We all know you wish to travel to various Countries but lack the resources, I can make your dreams happen. All you have to do is remove Wanda from the situation; it is that simple. After all, you are quite enticing to have around, I may have a use for you.” Agatha stops in front of you, staring intensely at your eyes- a possible tactic to cause you to say yes.
Your glare dangerously at her, disgusted by her offer, “I would rather die than betray Wanda. You will not get away with this, once the King is-“ Agatha’s wicked cackle interrupts your threat.
“The King? How noble of you to think that he will take anything you say into consideration after you defied his direct orders on keeping his Daughter safe, once again. Do not be a fool y/n, take the offer.” Agatha holds her hand out for you to shake.
You forcefully slap it away, and turn to leave the room furiously, before Agatha speaks up once more, “Y/n, keep in mind, I do not take kindly to threats. If you stand in my way, you will be coming out of this with more than a simple burn.”
You turn to face her at her words, realising her potential involvement from yesterday is more than you originally thought.
You push down the feeling of anxiety creeping up from the new information; refusing to give Agatha the satisfaction of your fear, “Neither do I Agatha, pray you do not cross me. Forget your retetched fantasy and leave Wanda out of this.”
Before she can respond, you quickly make your way to Wanda’s Chamber. Desperate to tell her the nature of your conversation with Agatha, and her possible and most likely involvement with the attack at the lake.
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What happened to escape your mind was the time, as your conversation lasted much longer with Agatha than you anticipated, it was time for Dinner to be served.
You head to the Grand Dining Hall in an attempt to catch Wanda’s attention before she is seated to eat.
Once you walk in and notice her presence at the table, you attempt to leave until the King notices you and orders you to remain in the corner of the room- assumingly to keep an eye on you.
You bow your head in acknowledgment, frustrated that you didn’t make it out on time with now having to stay the entire duration of the meal.
You gracefully make your way to where you were instructed, placing your hands behind you as you look ahead, unfortunately a common protocol introduced by the King in his attempt to show his dominance over his staff. A complete waste of time if you’re honest.
You use the time to allow your thoughts to roam drastically around your mind, attempting to to configure the structure of the conversation you are yet to have with Wanda. It is much better than just staring at the grand, vintage curtains.
Your attention is caught when you hear the King raise his voice to address Wanda furiously, “The decision has been made. I shall retire from the throne this coming week; you will be Coronated as Queen and you will rule. It is time you are given some responsibility to deter you from your reckless behaviour.”
You notice as the King rubs at his forehead profusely throughout the exchange, seemingly out of sorts. Usually he is overly proper in his behaviour at the dinner table. Refusing to touch his face during the meal.
He looks rather exhausted compared to yesterday, practically ill of sorts.
Something seems wrong in his behaviour.
Agatha looks towards you cautiously before addressing the King, “My King, perhaps our dear Wanda is not ready for the throne. A more appropriate solution may come from our Marriage-“
The King releases a frustrated sigh, “Hold your tongue, I will not discuss this with you again. I am no longer in a fit state to rule, my health is dropping drastically every day; my Daughter is next in line for the throne, despite her eccentric behaviour. No exceptions will be made, now dismiss your recurring thoughts of progressing your status on the throne. We will marry when and if I decide.”
You hide your smirk at the King’s dismissal of Agatha’s interjection, even he is starting to notice her unwanted inputs in situations that do not involve her in the slightest. This is between Wanda and her Father.
Agatha grips at her glassware filled with drink furiously, as evidently as it is across her scorned features.
She gives the King a forced smile and a bow of her head to signal her respecting his wishes.
Wanda has remained silent throughout the dispute, a sensible move on her side. She knows you’ll be more than willing to allow her to vent out her frustrations later.
Once the King has finished speaking she simply adds, “Yes, Father.” As a signal of her compliance with his words.
Through her annoyance Agatha clicks her fingers to signal for one of the waiting staff to guide a drink your way, causing you to become extremely confused at the breaking of Dinner protocol- you are to eat and drink separately. You’re surprised that the King makes no mention of this, though his eyes look void of any awareness to his surroundings anyway.
You accept the drink carefully, noticing the purple, shimmering liquid swirling around in the glassware, from the movement caused from its arrival.
You look towards the table, noticing only one other member to be drinking the purple coloured liquid- the King.
With his odd behaviour, you hesitate at the thought of consuming the beverage, especially if Agatha has sent it.
You notice Agatha’s evil gaze, causing you to gulp your sudden nervousness down.
“Why take a drink, it would be awfully rude not to dear.” Agatha directs her words towards you.
This causes Wanda to turn towards you, attempting to understand why you're hesitating.
You open up your mind, allowing her to explore your mental apprehensions easily.
As soon as the King looks towards you expectantly and rather tiredly, you worry that your refusal to drink will earn you unwanted and harsh attention.
You can’t help but attempt to bring the drink to your lips, trying to avoid the suspicion now being directed your way.
If you weren’t so panicked, you would think logically in using your magic to rid the glassware of the drink.
As the glass reaches your lips, you notice Wanda looking from Agatha to you, using her voice telepathically to stop your motions in a warning, ‘She has poisoned your drink, use your magic to rid the glass of it.’
You attempt to cover up your hesitation by tilting the glassware up, whilst instantly allowing your magic to subtly remove the liquid from the glassware gradually to prevent it from entering your system. Thankfully Wanda is more calm and collected in these situations.
It seems that your refusal to help Agatha has not been forgiven.
Once you finish off the drink, Agatha can’t help but look at you confused, wondering why the initial effects are not taking place.
Throughout the meal, you attempt to push your powers to their maximum limit to rid the King of the suspected poison within his beverage. Knowing if you brought it to his attention he’d just deny it.
Wanda uses her closer range to help, causing distractions as the gentle, golden glow of your magic travels low across the ground and to the King. At everyone’s angle, they are unlikely to see it.
Once you know the poison has been ridden, you use your power’s light healing capabilities to their advantage in completing the job.
Though you choose to leave the King with the mild symptoms of the poisoning for his actions towards you.
After all, a headache and nausea is nothing compared to Agatha’s deadly intentions.
The main concern you have now is watching out for Agatha’s subtle influences, it’s clear she is of a magic descent, there is no other explanation. Along with the troubling events and her intentions, it has to be her.
If you can miss her poisoning beverages, then you can only dread what else she’s capable of.
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You didn’t leave Wanda’s side for one moment after Dinner. Especially after the incidents caused by Agatha.
You explained all the knowledge you had on Agatha’s intentions from your earlier conversation with her; at first Wanda wanted to be dismissive of Agatha’s threat. Convincing herself that you both could handle her. However, once all the oddities of her behaviour were combined, you both quickly realised how dangerous she actually is.
The attempted poisoning alone is detrimental to both of your safety’s- the only ones you care to worry about in your honest opinion.
You decided to remain in Wanda’s Chamber for the night; knowing no one will question your location due to your varied sleeping arrangements around the Castle in the first place. You will make an attempt to leave her room early in the morning to avoid detection.
Wanda climbs into her bed after preparing herself to sleep; she moves to rest her head on your chest, seeking comfort.
You wrap your arms around her, bringing her closer to you, “Wanda, we may need to leave. If we cannot protect ourselves from Agatha then we will not survive any of this.”
Wanda moves her head slightly to look at you, “I know my duty should be to my Kingdom, but Sokovia fell as soon as my Mother and Pietro died. I cannot stay here with the constant reminder of what was once my life. My duty is to you. I know it is selfish of me but I do not care if Agatha takes the throne. I just want you, I never wanted the throne, it was Pietro’s right before mine.”
You notice the light glazing across Wanda’s forming tears, “If this is really what you want, and you truly believe you cannot rule without us being together safely, then we will leave tomorrow. I will not abandon you.”
You guide Wanda into a kiss, showing your support. She is right, Sokovia will never be the same, even if she were to rule, her Father will still find a controlling way to input his mark. You won’t force Wanda to fight for something she doesn’t even want in the first place.
“I love you.” Wanda whispers brokenly.
“I love you too.” You say as you allow Wanda to settle back into you, allowing the conversation to rest for now.
The plan of escape will be drastic, but with your combined powers it should be easy for the two of you to escape unnoticed. You may finally get the chance to live the life you always wanted with Wanda.
Agatha’s desperate actions just so happened to give you both the push you needed.
You wait for Wanda’s breathing to even out, signalling that she has fallen asleep. You try your hardest to stay up, wanting to stay on guard to protect the both of you.
Unfortunately, exhaustion consumes you, making your eyes grow heavy and causing you to slowly drift off into a deep slumber.
The last thing being on your mind is Wanda.
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You don’t know how long you have been asleep, but you are awoken by the sounds of desperate gasps.
You open your eyes in confusion, suddenly realising Wanda is no longer laying on you.
You instantly turn to your side in search of her and that is when you see Wanda being choked by an unknown figure. Without question, you use your powers to blast the intruder across the room and into a wall, as far away from Wanda as possible.
As soon as the figure is moved away you shuffle across the bed to Wanda.
“Wanda! Are you alright?” You question worriedly as you use the dim light in the room to assess her neck for any extreme damage, grabbing on to her in an attempt to calm her desperate breaths.
Wanda clutches onto you in a panic stricken state, attempting to rest against you.
As her gaze moves towards her attacker she attempts to warn you of their advancement until it is too late and the figure grabs you by the hair and slams you to the floor.
You yelp out in pain at the sudden action, quickly regaining yourself to anticipate another attack.
As the figure moves towards you once again, you instantly rush to your feet, preparing to fight when you notice who the figure seems to be…The Commander of the Royal Guards.
In the rush of the situation, you failed to notice his unique features. Assuming it was just a random attacker.
You attempt to look at Wanda, yet he uses his towering figure to block your view of her.
He then makes a move to crack his knuckles, displaying a sign of determination to fight. However, your attention is cast on a familiar purple glow clouding his irises. You’re certain he is under an enchanted influence, and there can only be one person ludicrous enough to do such a thing- Agatha.
He uses your moment of distraction against you, landing a kick to your stomach, causing you to stagger back into Wanda’s dresser and onto the floor.
The impact causes Wanda to look over; having been leaning over the side of her bed and clutching her throat to ease the pain regain her breaths.
Once she sees you on the floor she uses her wrist to send a red tendril towards the Commander, sending him skidding across the room; and onto his knees in an attempt to stop.
Once he regains his composure, he removes a purple dagger from his belt and instantly lunges himself towards Wanda.
Without a moment in hesitation you encase him in a wave of golden and orange magic, essentially paralysing him from his actions.
The force of your magic causes you to release grunts of exhaustion as you attempt to hold him, his strength is somewhat having a negative impact on your magic. Causing it to be near enough impossible to maintain control.
Fortunately for you, Wanda stands from her bed and sends a wave of her own magic towards him. Within a second he is broken from your hold, and drops to the floor unconscious.
You release laboured breaths from the stress exhibited, desperate for a rest until you hear Wanda’s sobs, causing you to move over to her to encase her in a hug.
“He cannot hurt you, I am here, you are safe.” You attempt to soothe Wanda, whilst trying to calm your own nervousness down in the process.
Wanda quickly removes herself from your hold, her face is covered in tears, “We must leave at once, we are clearly not safe here.”
Before you can even respond, Wanda moves around the room frantically in an attempt to gather essential supplies.
As she does so you can’t help but move towards the Commander to view the weapon he attempted to use against Wanda.
You use your foot to move the Commander to his side allowing you to pick up the dagger, using the handle to assess the blade.
Wanda stares at you in trepidation, “Y/n, we need to leave, why are you not-“
As soon as Wanda registers the fear in your features, she stops her questioning.
You walk over to show her the blade, “Wanda, it has blood on it. I fear that this is Agatha’s doing.”
As Wanda’s gaze meets your eyes, the room is flooded with armed Guards as they quickly make their way into Wanda’s chamber, followed by a hysterical Agatha, “There she is, detain her at once!”
Before you can react the Guards rush towards you, and use their strength to pin you to the ground with a harsh thud.
Wanda demands for them to release you; not knowing why they are detaining you in the first place,they choose to ignore her until they remove the dagger from your hold and tighten their grip to lift you from the ground.
You release a series of grunts at their actions, attempting to squirm out of their grasp.
“As you said, she has the weapon used to attack the King.” A Guard says as he moves towards Agatha, handing over the dagger.
You and Wanda look towards the Guard in confusion, “The King?” Wanda questions.
Whilst you attempt to understand what is going on.
Agatha softens her gaze towards Wanda, “My dear, your Father has been attacked viciously… your Waiting Maid, I saw her myself hurting the King before leaving our Chamber. I attempted to stop her brutal ways however I was threatened in return. Her lunacy has driven her to the point of attacking the Family she is set to serve.”
“That is ludicrous! This was not my doing!” You shout as the guards attempt to keep their grasp on you.
Wanda looks at you in despair, shaking her head in disbelief, “She is innocent, it was the Commander, he was possessed of sorts, he attacked me. Y/n saved me.” Her words come out short as she attempts to process the situation.
Agatha darkens her gaze towards Wanda, not happy in the sense that Wanda is defending you against her wicked lies, “My dear, the stress of the situation has warped your recollection. I witnessed her devilish ways myself; she has been caught with the weapon in hand and now the Kingdom may have lost their King. I had no choice but to involve the Commander and now look at him.”
Agatha gestures to his unconscious condition to signify her point to the guards present.
Annoyingly, they seem to be under her influence also, otherwise they’d be listening to yours and Wanda’s defence.
“This is absurd. Unhand me, you have no evidence of this occurrence. I did not attack the King.” Your words are silenced as Agatha delivers a slap across your face, surging a form of her own magic into you and inhibiting yours from working- she has caught onto your gift from the escape of the poisoning scheme.
You look towards her in shock, not expecting the motion.
“Take her to the dungeons.” Agatha commands the Royal Guards, causing them to drag you out of Wanda’s Chamber.
You attempt to use your powers despite Agatha’s influence which in turn causes your body to feel as though it has been electrified. This sudden pain causes you to submit to the Guard’s movements as Agatha’s charge attacks you from within.
Through the stress of the situation Wanda enters a world of her own, until she’s snapped back into reality when she sees the guards taking you away.
The last thing you hear are the pleas and cries of your beloved Wanda.
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You slowly open your eyes to take in your surroundings, much to your dismay you’re still imprisoned in the Castle dungeons. The feeling of the dampened, cold stone floor beneath you sends chills through your system.
You’ve lost count of how many days you’ve been in this prison cell, rarely anyone ever comes by to see you, not even Wanda.
You lack any energy in your system, the lack of food and water being a major counterpart in that. They only feed you scraps every so often. In their eyes you’re the scoundrel that attempted to murder the Royal family, all thanks to Agatha.
You weakly push yourself up into an upright position, keeping in mind that the chain attaching you to the wall restricts your movements. You send a tired glare to it, knowing that in your condition, the use of your powers is out of the question. Making it so you cannot even escape if you tried. At this current moment in time, you feel utterly hopeless.
The only contact you’ve had down here was in the early stages when Agatha came to visit. Practically rubbing it in your face that her evil plan somehow worked.
Her delighted demeanour filled you with rage, you could tell she absolutely loved seeing you defeated in your cell as she stood freely on the outside.
She’s the one who deserves to be locked away.
All she said to you during her visit was: “I told you I do not take kindly to threats y/n. With you out of the scenario, I shall be able to remove Wanda for the running of the throne. You can no longer protect her.” Followed by a cackle at your expense.
She clearly doesn’t want to waste her time on you as she hasn’t been back ever since.
It was of a similar time when a guard informed you of the Wanda’s immediate Coronation of becoming Queen. Signalling the worst for the King. Part of you smiled to yourself at this revelation, knowing Agatha’s sickening scheme did not succeed to her liking.
Though the majority of yourself is filled with a heaviness that won’t leave. Being caused by the fact that in all this time, Wanda has not come to save you or even visit.
The worry this causes sends you into a mild sickness, you think the worst, dreading the thought that Agatha may have succeeded in hurting Wanda at the confirmation of her Coronation. After all, she was able to frame you easily, she can easily harm Wanda.
You weakly grab at the metal chain attached to your leg and push it aside, allowing you to stretch enough to lay on the floor once more. You have nothing better to do, so you may as well sleep the day away.
You cringe at the hardness of the floor, wishing the aching of your muscles would disappear. Once you close your eyes, you begin to go over all the events in your head, you feel as your mind drifts away, attempting to escape the situation you happen to be in.
You are snapped out of your trance once you hear the main door being opened. Causing you to instantly sit upright to see who has entered the dungeons.
You drag yourself towards the cell door, praying for it to be a guard delivering you a meal after so long.
That is when Wanda comes into view, giving you a new surge of hope, after thinking she wasn’t coming to save you, “Wanda!” You can’t help but shout in the excitement of seeing her.
However, she holds her hand up to signal for you to stop your actions.
You stop instantly, though for a second your heart shatters, convincing yourself that she may now believe that you are the enemy in this whole situation. Perhaps Agatha has influenced her also.
Your worries are pushed aside as soon as Wanda sends you a gentle smile, allowing you to return it after so long. She moves to use her powers to unlock the prison trapping you.
She quickly conjures the door away, giving her open access to your cell.
As soon as the door opens you rush in an attempt to move into her embrace, that is until the chain restricting you to the wall stops your movements, forcefully tugging you backwards.
Once you stop moving, Wanda instantly sends a blast to destroy the chain and quickly moves to take you in her embrace, holding you close and tight.
You start to sob into her, relieved to be in her presence once again, “I thought I lost you forever. Agatha she-“
“I know, you do not need to worry, I have taken care of everything. I am so sorry it took me so long, my love.” Wanda says as she takes your face in her hands and places a gentle kiss on your forehead.
“What do you mean? What did you do?” You ask Wanda, wondering what sort of plan could have taken her so long to carry out whilst you have been suffering down here alone.
Wanda’s persona changes instantly at your questioning, she becomes rather defensive; clenching her jaw at the thought of the actions she has had to carry out in both of your defences, “I did what I had to do, to protect you, to protect us.” She answers simply.
Wanda tries to guide you back into her embrace to which you push away at an attempt to get out of it slightly, and question her further.
Her tone makes you nervous, which she can sense as she decides to tighten her grip on you to stop you from moving away.
“Wanda, you are frightening me. Please let me go” You wince slightly as Wanda digs her fingertips into your skin, using her strength to keep you close.
Wanda releases a laugh, “There is no need to be afraid. I would never hurt you.”
You take a moment to study Wanda’s features, her eyes are darkened, she looks thoroughly exhausted. This is not the usual Wanda you're used to dealing with.
From her sudden change towards you, you repeat the question with the answer you are starting to dread, if her behaviour is anything to go by, “What did you do Wanda? What happened up there?” You ask as you gesture with a nod of your head to the Castle’s upper level.
Her eyes filled with sorrowful tears, as she attempted to keep her smile, “I am so sorry, I had to do it. No one would listen to me. I had to make their thoughts stop, they were unbearable. I-I put a stop to them. I took over all their minds. I still am controlling them and I cannot stop because otherwise we will not be together. They were putting you on a death sentence due to my Father… I just had to act.”
Wanda releases staggered breaths as she attempts to justify her actions.
You shake your head in disappointment, “Wait Wanda, you are using your powers to control them?! That sounds like Agatha through and through. You know better than this.”
Wanda lets go of you as she darkens her gaze further, “Do not question the authority of your new Queen. I have made my decision. They cannot be trusted with their own thoughts and actions, so in order to keep us safe and allow us to live the lives we have always wanted, I will use my powers for the greater good, to help them realise that you are innocent.”
As Wanda titles herself as Queen, you wonder if she has changed herself to fit her new role. A tougher version than what she was once, though she is doing it for all the wrong reasons in all the wrong ways.
You don’t recognise this version of Wanda in front of you, “Wanda, you are becoming the type of person you despise. You are hurting people by controlling them this way.”
You attempt to grab at yourself, eager to seek comfort from the anxiety filling your system. Who knows what this version of Wanda has in store for you if you say no to her new ways of dealing with people who defy her.
Wanda smiles sadistically, “I am becoming the ruler this Kingdom needs. Now you either join me by my side on the throne, or you spend the rest of your days wasting away in this cell. Your choice. I will not be taken for a fool by a kingdom that is too ignorant to accomodate for the person I choose to love. Agatha quickly learned that… the hard way.”
You close your eyes to stop the tears escaping, not even wanting to attempt to know what Wanda has done to Agatha for her schemes.
When Wanda makes her way to you again, you allow her to pull you towards her, too fearful to do anything else.
This was not the plan you agreed upon; you never wanted to hurt anyone.
You have always dreamed of a time of being with Wanda and ruling by her side. Though, you never knew she would have to exhibit sinister behaviours to allow your dream to become a reality.
“We can finally be happy, and rule Sokovia to our own choosing. Is that what you want, y/n.”
You release a deep breath, “Yes, my Queen.”
Wanda smiles at you proudly as you choose to submit to her.
You can only hope this all works out in the long run because you honestly fear what Wanda will do if it does not.
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Imagine being Shuri's ex and almost dying
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After the death of her brother you did everything in your power to be there for Shuri, and bring her comfort.
She wanted space. You gave it to her.
She needed a shoulder to cry on. You gave her yours without question.
She needed someone to her anger out on. You took whatever she threw at you without retaliation.
It was safe too say that your relationship wasn't the healthiest for a while, and although you tried to downplay the issues. Everyone close to her and you could see the relationship going downhill. Okoye told you many times to sit down with the Princess, and talk things out. Queen Ramonda corrected Shuri's behavior and treatment of you many times, even going so far as to have her removed from. The lab during a particular bad argument and making her spend sometime with you till the matter was settled. But they could only do so much to help keep the love between you and Shuri alive.
At the end of the day it was on you two to make sure the relationship didn't fall apart. Shuri continued to bury herself in technology, and you let her distracting yourself by accompanying the Dora Milaje on numerous missions. The distractions only worked for so long especially considering you had given up the hero life. Years ago to be with Shuri, and relocate from America to Wakanda.
It was a huge sacrifice to make on your part but you didn't mind it one bit. You had spent your entire life training, fighting, and protecting the world. Never knowing what it was like to be able to wake in peace and in comfort of a place you called home. After you refused to sign the Sokovia Accords, and T'Challa offered you a refuge in Wakanda. You accepted and then laid eyes on Shuri who had a little obsession with your backstory. The teenage Avenger with the power of molecular manipulation who had no idea where she came from.
After the Battle of Thanos was over you were given the opportunity to return to America with a clean slant, and resume your Avenger duties. But you turned the offer down and chose to continue to reside in Wakanda with your Princess. At the time it was the best decision you'd ever made, but now with Shuri constantly ignoring you and your worries, never coming to bed at night, and barely even looking let alone touching you. It had you thinking that maybe it was time to move on, and give her some real alone time.
Everything came to head on the anniversary night of you two getting together. Shuri had actually made it to bed the night before, and that morning. She insisted that you stay in Wakanda, and clear your schedule for the night. Because she had something planned for the two of you. There was a happy tone to her voice that you hadn't heard in months since her brother's death, and her steps were a bit lighter. You thought that she was finally starting to truly heal from the pain, and listened to her. But when nightfall came Shuri was nowhere to be found, and you gave her the whole night to come. Once a hour before midnight hit you made your way to the lab knowing that's where she was hold up at.
Her back was to you as she was focused on the equation on the screen in front of her. When you exited the elevator, but that was no problem in her hand was a vial of liquid. You pointed a finger feeling for the molecules in the air, and brought the temperature down. The liquid froze into a solid, and Shuri glanced down at it before looking over her shoulder to see. You standing there with your arms crossed over your chest, and one foot tapping the floor.
"Let me guess you came upon something big, and it was too important for you take a break before finishing." You said with a small shrug.
"Well if you already know then why are you here?" She asked trying to seem unbothered, but the hint of worry in her tone didn't go unheard. Shuri knew she had messed up big time.
"I'm here to ask a question that's needs to be asked." You said letting your arms fall to your side as a sign of defeat. Usually you would come down here and hear whatever excuse she had. Then she would apologize profusely promising to make it up to you, and the two of you would proceed to kiss and make-up. But you were tired of that repetitive routine since nothing ever changed afterwards. The two of you just went on letting the cycle repeat itself again and again.
Now you had her attention and watched as Shuri turned around to fully face you. She placed the vial of frozen liquid on the table along with the pen tucked in her ear. "And what question would that be?"
"Why are we still together?"
Before you could even finish her face fell, and she took a step back. She started fiddling with her kimoyo beads while staring at the floor in deep thought. She was starting to spiral and you knew it. This is why you didn't want to have the conservation. Deep down you knew without a doubt in your heart that Shuri still loved you, but was just going through a lot. The Princess was more focused on keeping you safe from any future threats or diseases than spending time with you. Plus she didn't want to deal with the grief that came with T'Challa's death.
You knew you couldn't let her or your relationship go on like this. Something had to give and unfortunately you felt like it had to be you. "Shuri I can't do this anymore I love you and I always will but this isn't working." You whispered your voice so low it was a miracle she heard you.
Her focus finally seemed to come back in play as she walked over to you wrapping an arm around your waist. She pulled your body to hers leaving no space, and placing a hand on your cheek. "Hey hey now come on there's no reason to be so hasty mmmhmm." She said with a light chuckle, and leaned forward pressing a kiss to your forehead.
You closed your eyes at the feel of her lips on your skin savoring the moment. Because you knew this would be the last time you would feel those lips. You made a promise to yourself to not back out of this decision no matter what before you came down here. Tears managed to break free of your closed eyes, and slide down your face.
Shuri wiped them away and peppered more kisses on your face till eventually her mouth settled by your ear. "My love please I'll get better okay I promise we can work it out." The pain in her voice struck you like a dagger in the heart.
You opened your eyes to find her's filled with desperation. "Shuri I chose you over everything and everyone else in my life, because you were home to me. Do you get that?"
Shuri nodded burying her face into your shoulder in attempt to muffle her sobbing.
"Shuri you don't feel like home to me anymore. Nothing about this place does, and I hate feeling like this. I'm going back to America to resume my Avenger status for the time being."
Her arm tightened around your waist constricting until your breath hitched. You let her hold you, and cry until she ran out of tears. Shuri couldn't find any words because she knew there was nothing to say. That she hadn't already said in the past back when it worked. This time those words were going to fall deaf on your ears. You weren't going to believe her, and what hurt the most was that this time. Shuri was going to mean it she really would've changed in order to convince you to stay, but it was too late.
Months Later
It'd almost been a year since your breakup with Shuri, and not a day didn't go by. Where you didn't think about her heck you still kept the kimoyo beads on, and wore the necklace with a little black panther charm on it. Shuri gifted it too you on your first year anniversary, and when you tried to give it back. She insisted that you keep it said it would make her feel better. If you had a piece of her with you wherever you went, and it brought you comfort too.
But you were now in a much healthier place in your life especially emotionally and mentally. You did go back to being an Avenger which meant just picking up random missions from whoever requested your help. Some jobs paid more well than others while sometimes there was no payment at all. It didn't matter to you because nothing was more fulfilling than helping people who really needed it. As for teammates right now there really wasn't a official Avengers team, and everyone was kinda scattered. Some were in space like Carol and Thor, some were to busy dealing with threats beyond this world like Doctor Strange, and some just didn't seem to want help like Spider-Man.
One night you ended up thwarting a robbery attempt, and the guy swung in helping you take them down. As if it was muscle memory or something you went in for a high five afterwards, and he froze. Unsure of what you did wrong you put in a call to the cops, and left. A day later Spider-Man tracked you down while he was on patrol, and just asked if you could keep your distance.
You found his behavior to be a little weird but nonetheless you respected it, and just moved on. Bucky and Sam were your go-to for partnerships whenever you needed back-up. You worked well with both of them not to mention. The sibling like relationship both of them had with you before you went to Wakanda. No one was more happy to have you back than those two were. And they never let you forget sometimes having a habit of arguing of who would accompany you on a mission. If it only required one of their assistance.
On your most current mission Bucky had won the coin toss, but you were starting to think. You should've just brought both of them as you were surrounded from all of sides in a room with no escape.
"Y/N what's your status?"
"I'm on the first floor but I'm surrounded" You spoke into the comms.
"Alright just hold them off okay I'm on the third floor making my way to you now. I might have to get through a few guys but I shouldn't be too long" Bucky replied. From the way you could hear his breathing it sounded like he was winded. Which was quite the feat to get tire out the super solider. Most likely he was outnumbered just as much as you were, but didn't want you to panic.
"Take it easy old man I don't need you passing out in exhaustion on me. I can handle these guys" You reassured him cracking your knuckles.
"Hey y/n" he said
"Yeah" You answered bouncing on your feet in anticipation.
"If you get hurt, hurt'em back, and if you get killed walk it off" Bucky told you.
You could picture the playful smile on his face as he recited one of Steve's old speeches from so long ago. You often told Bucky of your time with Steve, and every now and then. He would try to relive those moments with you. It was one of the things you missed the most after leaving the Avengers.
"Thanks Buck but I don't think this situation compares to that one even a little bit." You said shaking your head.
"Fine just make sure these guys don't get back up."
"Now that I can do."
After that both of you cease communication for the time being as the fight started on both sides. You threw out both of your hands calling upon your power to encase all of the agents in front of you a sheet of ice. Then you made your through all of them breaking them free of their ice prison with a kick to the abdomen, or a punch to the face. Sam always joked you got the move from Sub-Zero after playing Mortal Kombat one too many times.
He was right.
The agents started throwing themselves at you in an effort to overwhelm and take you down faster. But with a flick of your wrist the shoes on their feet exploded throwing the to the floor. You went low, and knocked the one who did reach down with a leg sweep. You slammed his head into the ground before he could recover rendering him unconscious. Out of the corner of your eye you caught three more coming from the right, and you whirled this time slowing down their approach with your powers. All of their bodies started moving as slow as possible. Their eyes began to widen in surprise mixed with fear, but even that action was slow.
You rolled over coming up in front of them and delivered a harsh kick to one's stomach. Releasing your molecular hold on him upon impact with his body back in full and fast motion. He flew back into the air landing in a heap. You repeated the move with other two, and once again caused some items on other agents too combust. Throwing them into the wall or into each other with the move. Even though the fight was going well for you right now you were tiring yourself out by using your powers so much. In an effort to preserve your strength you pulled your daggers from the holster on your jeans.
Having been trained by the almighty combat trio of the Avengers. Natasha, Steve, and Clint your fighting skills were unmatched and you had no problem taking these guys down. But when you finally did get to the big bad of the henchmen. It was pretty obvious for one he was dressed a bit different than others, and for two he didn't rush you either. He stood back watching you flip his last standing man over your shoulder.
"Ready for a real challenge Avenger" he asked with a evil grin showing all his teeth.
"For your sake I hope you actually mean that" You told him rolling your shoulders.
He didn't respond instead he just pulled a pair of knives from the belt in his pants, and gave them a quick twirl like a pro. They were smaller than your daggers, and probably weaker considering yours were made of vibranium. Another gift for Shuri before the war with Thanos's alien army.
You attacked first slashing in a wide arc aiming for his face. He blocked your dagger with his knife, and the blade held but a crack did appear. His hand trembled with effort as your blade was just inches from his cheek. You smirked and brought your other dagger forward toward his stomach, and he jumped back breaking contact. You followed keeping him on the defense as he dodged and knocked your blade away multiple times.
He was good but you were obviously better, so of course he did what any bad guy would do to get the upper hand. He cheated and dropped one of his knives. You frowned in confusion as he tucked and rolled away. The agent came up swung around throwing something at your face. You crossed your bladed together bringing them up to to block what you thought was a knife.
It was dirt.
Your daggers did keep some of it out of your face, but of course the tiny dust particles manage to slip past them entering your eyes. They stung and for just a second you dropped your guard letting out a groan. "Seriously dude what are you fi-" Your protest was cut off as a gasp of shock and pain left your mouth. You blinked through the pain too look down he was crouched before you with his knife buried into your stomach. You stared down a the knife in disbelief. Had you really been taken down with such a childish move?
He looked up catching your eyes as he gave the knife a hard twist. Your insides lit up with pain and you gaped like a fish trying to find your voice.
"Hmph some Avenger you are" he commented.
With the last of your little bit of strength you gripped the dagger in your hand, and plunge it into his neck. The blade went in and came out on the other side smoothly. He didn't even get the chance to gurgle before his body fell to the floor. He was dead, and you were halfway there.
The strength in your legs went first as you stumbled back and hit the floor on your butt. Your hand ventured to the injury, and came away slick with blood. You were bleeding but it was under control for now unless there was internal bleeding going on. Right now keeping the blade inside was the only thing preventing you from dying fast of blood lost. So you simply dragged yourself over to a wall to rest up against to wait for Bucky to come. Your comms had been lost in the fight, and were probably smashed to pieces anyway.
You were barely managing to stay conscious as the minutes went by, your mind wander everywhere trying not to stay focus on the blinding pain. You thought about your past and how someone literally left you on the doorstep of some Shield agent. In the beginning Nick Fury was just going to hand you over to the nearest adoption center, but then you cried and just about everything in his kitchen exploded. He knew right then you were something special, and he took you in as his own. Then your train of thought switched over to your love Shuri, and your heart broke realizing what dying here would mean for her. You had always believed deep down the two of you would your way back to each other. She actually started to send you letters a month ago asking you to come visit Wakanda.
You never wrote back or gave her answer in any form afraid of giving up the peace. It took you so long to find after your breakup with her, but now you were regretting not responding more than anything.
Bast, God, I don't whatever higher power is listening to me right now. Please don't let this be the end for me please you prayed silently to yourself.
"Y/N are down here" Bucky yelled. From the sound of it he was only a few halls away from your location.
You attempted to call out to him but instead broke out coughing. Blood sputtered from the cough coating your pants, and the floor around you. Bucky must have heard it because you could hear his thundering footsteps approaching. A few more seconds later he appeared in the doorway eyes scanning the room till they landed on you. "Y/N" he screamed your name running over and dropping to his knees beside you. His hand hovered the knife buried in your stomach as he observed the injury.
You were so tired and it was becoming so much harder to keep your eyes open. Your head fell back against the wall as you gasped his name.
He brought his hand to your face gently bringing it back down so you could meet his gaze. "Hey stay with me now you're going to be okay. This is nothing alright I've seen worse."
"Maybe for a super solider" you murmured.
Bucky let out a laugh void of all emotions as he pressed his forehead to yours. "You can't die here okay if you do Ayo is going to kill me, and take back the arm for good this time. Do you want that y/n? I mean imagine it me running around here fighting with one arm."
You let out a painful chuckle at the image, and at the thought of all the jokes Sam would make at his expense. "The government would give you a new one" You manage to say.
"Yeah but it wouldn't be made of vibranium" He shot back.
"Forget Ayo killing you Shuri is going to kill me" You whispered letting your head drift to the side.
Then it really hit Bucky why it was so important that you didn't die. He wasn't kidding about Ayo killing him if you died on his watch after all. She was the one who reached out to him begging him to look after up for the sake of Shuri. It's not that Ayo doubted your ability to protect yourself. It was just she knew how dangerous being an Avenger was, and could sleep a little better knowing someone had your back all the time. And there was one thing Ayo and everyone else was sure of. If you died in the field Princess Shuri would blame herself, and would never move on from it.
Bucky was calling out your name again as darkness filled your vision. He wanted you to heat up the injury saying it would buy you a little more time. You barely registered the request but your brain was in survival mode, and some part of you comprehend what he wanted. The last thing you remembered was the feeling of being lifted into his arms.
Bucky put his super solider speed to the test running back to the quinjet. That you had decided to park a mile away in order to hide your guys's arrival. He was starting to regret that decision with you limp in his arms with shallow breathing. Even though the scene before him was nearly a blur as he moved. Bucky still felt like he wasn't running fast enough until finally the quinjet was in sight. Once he was on the inside he placed you on the medical table, and strapped you to it.
He tried to work your kimoyo beads in an effort to alert Shuri of what was going on, but they were deactivated. Thanks to you and in his worried mindset Bucky couldn't think of how to turn them back on. So instead he got the quinjet into the air and set course for Wakanda. The only place with a genius scientist that could save your life right now. Auto-pilot was turned on giving him the freedom to call Ayo over and over. His calls were going unanswered which didn't surprise him at all. Ayo had cut off contact with him after the whole Zemo thing, and even though he understood why. Bucky didn't think it would take her this long to forgive him.
When she showed up out of the blue and asked him to watch over you. That was the first time he had seen and spoken to her since the incident, and just like that nothing but radio silence again. But now Bucky would keep calling until he got through to her Wakanda wouldn't open their borders to him alone.
Finally on the twelfth call she surprisingly picked up "James this better be good I'm busy."
"Ayo" he cried with a crack in his voice. He tried to keep his composure but the fear was starting to settle in.
His distress got her attention and put her on alert. "James what's wrong?
"Its y/n she's hurt and it's bad I'm on my way now she doesn't have much time left. I don't know where els-"
"Bring her to us I will notify the Princess now hurry James" Ayo ordered cutting him off. Even though it was subtle he could hear her falter.
Pushing the quinjet well beyond its limits worked, and he managed to reach Wakanda within record time. Somehow you were still clinging to life but just barely. Bucky didn't stop till the quinjet was in the landing zone of the palace. He lifted you back into his arms and exited the jet. A medical team was waiting for him with a hovering sand table. He laid you on it as gently as possible, and watched as they rushed back inside with your body.
Bucky wasn't sure if his presence was wanted and turned to go back to the aircraft. But someone caught him by the hand making him pause to look back.
It was Ayo with a woman standing a few feet behind her. He didn't recognize her, but could tell by her demeanor that the two of them were close. Tears were pooled up in Ayo's eyes and she blinked them away. "Stay."
If he didn't have super hearing the plea wouldn't have reached his ears. Bucky nodded and proceeded to follow them into the palace.
The lab was thrown into chaos as Shuri ordered everyone out the second the medical team arrived with you in tow. Ayo told her you had been injuried and needed immediate medical attention. She hadn't said anything about you practically being on death's door. Maybe she assumed Shuri was better off not knowing how serious your condition was. That she would better be prepared and in a better mindset to carry out the medical procedure on her ex-lover.
But nothing could prepare Shuri to see you lying on the sand table before her barely alive. The tools shook in her grip and she paused at the hilt of the knife. If she failed then once again she would lose someone she loved. When their lives were trusted within her hands. She couldn't go through that again.
"Shuri" a familiar voice said from behind her.
Shuri was so far gone in her thoughts she didn't recognize it and turned around to snap. "I told you all to get out."
It was her mother and her daughter's rebuttal didn't faze her in the slightest. Queen Ramonda knew Shuri was gripped with the fear of losing you and needed her support. She walked over and pulled her into a comforting hug. "Don't start doubting the gifts bestowed upon you by Bast herself now. You can do this my child y/n couldn't be in better hands." she told her rubbing her back.
Shuri stayed in her mother's embrace letting the warm feeling overtake all the feelings of worry and doubt. It wasn't until her A.I. system spoke up she pulled away.
"Princess you will need to act now to save y/n's life she doesn't have much time left."
Shuri let her mother wipe away the tears, and then she turned back around to you. This time there was no hesitation as she went to work in safely removing the knife. Griot kept her updated on your vitals, and heart rate. She worked diligently not letting anything throw her off, and Queen Ramonda sat at her workstation a few feet away. Her mother's presence brought her some much needed comfort. At some point Okoye, Ayo, Aneka, and Bucky entered the lab but stayed back not wanting to make her feel any pressure.
It took her one hour to patch up your injury with the help of her technology. But that hour felt like an eternity to her and everyone else. When it was over and Griot announced you were in stable condition. Shuri broke down into tears burying her face into your neck. You were still unconscious and probably wouldn't awake for another two hours at least. But the feel of your breathing and the sound of your steady heartbeat kept her from going insane.
"Please wake up soon my love" she pleaded.
"Is she going to make it?" Bucky asked walking tentatively towards you.
Shuri turned to give him a nod, and let out a grunt when his body collided with hers. As he covered the distance between the two of them with blinding speed. Bucky wrapped his arms around the Princess in a bone-crushing hug lifting her off her feet.
"Are we going to allow this?" Aneka asked her hand balled up into fists at her side. Usually the Doras didn't let anyone get within five feet of the royal family. Let alone touch them.
"We will this time" Okoye told her trying to keep her own tears of joy at bay.
After a while Bucky finally released Shuri and pulled up chairs for both of them to sit in, and wait for you to regain consciousness. Queen Ramonda retired to her room for the night promising to stop by first thing in the morning. Ayo and Aneka stayed in the lab to stand guard while Okoye went with the Queen.
Sometime in the early morning after Shuri had finally relieved the Doras of their duty, so they could go home and rest up. When Bucky was fast asleep in his chair despite how uncomfortable it had to be, and Shuri was the only awake but just barely sitting by your side with chin in her hand. Your eyes blinked open and you grumbled something looking around. "Shuri" you whispered a little confused.
She sat up a bit straighter at the sound of your voice, and looked down. A cry of relief left her mouth as she leaned down pressing her forehead to yours. "My love you're awake."
"Is this real?" You asked.
She nodded "you know you didn't have to try and get yourself killed to visit me right."
"Well you know me and my big ego" You joked letting a small smile take form on your face.
Just like that the dam broke and Shuri burst into tears moving to bury her face into the uninjured part of your chest. You brought a hand to ran your fingers through her curls. Your touch was a bit weak but it was real, and reminded both of you that you were still alive. Which was all that reminded.
"I'm alive Shuri it's okay" You soothed her. She lifted her face from your chest and captured your lips in a desperate kiss. Her lips moves slowly against yours as both of you savored the feeling. She kissed you like it was the last time she was ever going to be able to do it. She kissed you as if the entire world was ending. She kissed you like you were dying, because for a second Shuri was sure that she would lose you. When your lips finally parted from yours they were swollen a bit, and both of you were out of breath. If it wasn't for your heart rate spiking as your lungs begged for air. Shuri wouldn't have pulled away.
"Never again don't leave me ever again" Shuri pleaded to you.
"Nothing could take me away from you my love" You swore.
Shuri stood up and climbed onto the sand table. You scooted over into her awaiting arms, and rested your head on her chest. With her arms secured around your waist Shuri laid back. It didn't take long for either of you to fall asleep knowing that even after all this time. Your love for each other was very much still alive, and although it would take a lot to repair the relationship. Both of you wanted nothing more than to be together again.
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maxislvt · 8 months
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Scarlet Witch!Wanda x Spiderperson!Reader : This post already has sneak peeks attached. This fic is basically a retelling and extension of what's in the drabble. You give Wanda control of your body in exchange for America's safety.
Queen!Wanda x Prince(ss)!Reader: You're the princess of a very powerful kingdom. Wanda is the queen of Sokovia, a country that's just as powerful but rather reserved. You find yourself trapped in her castle and she's intent on keeping you until you marry her.
*Both of these are supposed to be dark a bit dark. I want to make the Scarlet Witch one a bit mindfuck-y. The Queen!Wanda may not feel that way because you're a bit more defiant
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SQUEEEEE!!!!! MY TWO FAVORITE HEROS MIGHT TEAM UP IN MY FAVORITE DD FIC!!! IM FEELING FERAL!!! But, seriously, I probably wouldn't love DD as much as I do now if it wasn't for all the mentor matt fics that came out after NWH that got me to watch the show so the idea that spidy/peter might show up soon has me fucking ecstatic
Wouldn't be a long DD fic without Spidey showing up! 🥰🥰🥰 I've honestly been so excited to bring him in, biding my time until the timeline matched. He was one of the first superheroes I latched onto via cartoons as a kid and then the movies started and I just - I fucking love Spiderman, I've loved all of his movies, loved the different takes on him with Tobey and Andrew and now Tom and all the Spideys in Into the Spider-Verse, too, so I knew I couldn't do TRT without having him show up - and especially since NWH and the ensuing fic was a LOT of peoples' introduction to Charlie!Daredevil, and that makes me so, SO happy cause it gives me more people to talk about Daredevil with, and it means Charlie gets more love, which I'm all for obviously. 😂
It's basically an open secret now so I may as well just confirm he's going to be our next cameo when we hit Queens, and it's not going to be the 'two people removed' cameo like Tony Stark. This will be actual Peter and he'll be popping in and out going forward, as will some other characters. Cause at this point, we're not only approaching Sokovia Accords: Population All Enhanced, but we're also reaching the tipping point at which Jane is going to be known enough for other heroes to come knocking.
ding dong who's that oh it's steve who could he be looking for
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