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My Princess

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Reader Warnings: Uhh... light violence? But not really so... A/N: This is a knight x princess au because Wanda looks like royalty in my eyes. 😊 Have fun, I did. It’s also my first time doing present tense writing like this so...be nice please. I probably won’t be doing it again. (disclaimer: i don’t hate paul bettany, it’s just for the fic)

The kingdom is in full celebration as the three-day festival finally arrives after a year away. There is no real reason for the festival, other than to give the land a reason to throw parties. With no real purpose, the festival had been dubbed the Radovat'sya Tri Dnya, which translated to the "Three Days Rejoice". Whether or not there is some old legend or holiday that influenced the festival is irrelevant, the only thing that really matters to you at this moment is that your princess is happy.

You walk next to her, metal clinking at the sounds of the chain mail armor adorning your body. Your sword is kept securely at your side, your helmet is discarded for no reason other than the fact that you do not need to wear it for the festival.

People flood the streets. The smells of different foods waft through the air. Children's giggles rage as they scurry around like ants. Music is being played loudly among the crowds as some sing to old folk tales and such. Royalty, countrymen and women, and people of all classes mingle in the streets with little regard to status or classification.

No one cares about those things during the Radovat'sya Tri Dnya. Your princess certainly does not care, whether there are festival days or not. It is one of the things you love about her: she has a kind heart.

As you walk beside your princess, she smiles wide as she looks around at her kingdom. Her hair is let down to flow over her shoulders, the color of strawberries soft in the light of the sun. Her freckles remain uncovered today, clearer on her face as the changing colors of her eyes glint in the daylight.

She has a treat in her hand, enjoyment clear on her face by the way her nose scrunched up with each bite. She turns to see you, and you narrowly escape the eye contact that comes with it. She catches your attention and holds up the treat, "It's really good. You should try it."

You give her a small smile, the corner of your mouth curling as you keep your eyes in front of you and survey the people rushing around in a scramble of excitement. "I know what Sokovian sweet bread tastes like, princess."

She pouts a little, her lip jutting out, "But this isn't made in the royal kitchen. This is hard work by the people. Try it." Her accent is stronger in her voice when she begins to exaggerate in her attempt to make you try the bread.

You sigh with a playful roll of your eyes before opening your mouth to allow her to make you take a bite. You regret to say that she is right, the sweet bread is some of the best treat you had ever had the pleasure of tasting. You just hum, "You're right, it's good."

She is disappointed by your calm response, not enthusiastic enough to earn a prideful smile at being right. She wants to push a bigger reaction from you, but she resigns…for now.

"When will you start calling me Wanda?" she pouts again.

You glance at her then, "When it is with 'princess', or even 'queen', in front of it." She chuckles at your flattery and just weaves her arm through your own. You let her, not having the heart to pull away.

Your smile falls slightly as a man walks over, clearly a prince by the way he dresses and carries himself. It is as if he had taken inspiration from some princess who did not know the meaning of poor…or worse.

The Radovat'sya Tri Dnya is a festival of leisure for all the kingdoms involved, no one cares about anything that is not related to simple fun and pleasure…unless you are a shallow princess looking to take a beautiful princess' hand for her power.

Wanda notices the man as well, for her smile falls slightly before she plasters that little grin you have, at that point, become an expert in differentiating from her genuine smile. Her excitement and calm has vanished and is replaced with poise and a royal stature.

The man finally catches up and approaches her, blond hair on his head gelled like a river and skin so clear and pale, you wonder if he had ever seen battle…or the sun. He is taller than you and Wanda by a lot, but neither of you could care less. Prince Paul Bettany, a prissy bastard who could not tell his head from his ass.

"Princess Wanda," he greets as he approaches, completely ignoring and disregarding you in favor of flattering the princess. She nods her head gently, but you could see the tick in her jaw at the lack of courtesy he had shown you. You stand close at her side, making sure she knows you are here as her protection. She knows, she always does.

"Prince Bettany," she responds with a slight nod of her head as a lazy bow. Paul never liked being called "Paul", he always went by Bettany. That was why, whenever you speak to him, you address him as Prince Paul. Or even Prince Pauly when you were in a position to insult him and get away with it.

You are such a respected person among your ranks, you could possibly get away with anything.

"How are you enjoying the festival?" he asks, holding his hand out for her in an attempt to get her to walk with him. She merely sets the sweet bread into his hand and walks with you following closely behind. You send him a subtle smirk and he scowls at you before catching up, joining her side once again.

"The festival is quite lovely, as always. The people seem to enjoy it," she tells him, her eyes flitting over the people who acknowledged her as she passed by.

"Yes, the people," he says with disregard. He turns to stand in front of her, "Listen, I was wondering if you would like to join me on horseback. We could probably hold a…private picnic at the castle."

She feigns a look of regret, you can see the mockery in her face that she covers so well. "Aw," she sighs. "Unfortunately, I already have commitments today. I'm reading to children later at the small library just down this road, and I have cake tasting for a local bakery testing new flavors."

His brows furrow, "Well, can't you simply cancel them?"

Wanda’s lips part in surprise and she walks past him, "On the Radovat'sya Tri Dnya? I could never, it's the festival of rejoice. How better to celebrate than by rejoicing with my people?"

You try so hard not to laugh, your lips curling up in a smile as you come to a stop next to her. She found a stand where some jewels had caught her eye. "Of course," Bettany sighs bitterly.

She picks up a thin golden necklace, a tiny red crystal hanging from the chain. She turns, the necklace still in her hand as she gives him a calm smile, her head tilting up greatly due to his height. "But perhaps you could find me during the first party tonight."

"Would you prefer that?" he asks, mood perking up at the idea that he might have a chance.

She takes a short breath before shaking her head, "No, but as long as you don't talk business or…marital topics, you may find me, if you like."

You actually chuckle to yourself, a slight noise that they both caught but only one openly acknowledges. Bettany turns his head to you, a mocking smile on his face, "What are you laughing at? Is there something funny?"

You smirk a little, but hold back as much as possible. "Yes, but you needn't worry about that."

He scoffs, "S'that so? If I were to hear that you were disrespecting–"

"Don't talk like that to my knight," Wanda interrupts, taking a bold step over to him and in front of you. The necklace is now wrapped around her fist, her eyes stern as they turn on the prince.

"Princess, it really isn't a pro–"

"You will not disrespect Y/N in such a manner, Paul. If word were to get that you were treating her wrongly, you could have your head removed, sir."

You know the extremities of her threat was to some extent empty—she had trouble harming a ladybug that happened to pass by her, much less having a human being beheaded—but to know that she was willing to make such a threat on your behalf warms your heart.

You simply give him a cheeky grin but stay silent. Bettany backs off, but that is not enough for Wanda. She takes a side step to allow you better into his view and gestures with her hand. "I would like an apology to her."

You struggle to hide your smile, amusement swelling in your chest at his displeasure and pride arising at Wanda's defense.

Bettany sighs before nodding, "As you wish, Wanda." He turns his gaze to you and fights the urge to roll his eyes before muttering through slightly clenched teeth, "I am sorry for behaving in such a manner."

Wanda smiles and nods as her grip on the necklace loosens, "Thank you. Now, if you'll excuse us, we're going to be late." Wanda turns to the woman running the jewelry booth and pays for the necklace before being on her way, after receiving many thanks for the generous tip given by Wanda. She loops her arm around yours again and pulls you away, her poised demeanor slipping into something more casual once again.

She rolls her eyes and lets out a heavy groan, "Gods, that man kills me! He's always crashing my fun with his smirks and wedding proposals. The wedding proposals! If I wanted to marry you, Paul, I would have said yes the first ten times you asked."

You listen to her, your smile still set on your face as you remain silent, save for the clinking of your armor as she pulls you along with her to the library. She suddenly stops and turns to face you, "And then that insult. That irked me more than anything."

You go to say something, but she is already pulling you away again as her impassioned rant remains continuous. "'What do you think you're laughing at?' We're laughing at your sad attempt at flattery," she mocks, much to your amusement.

She continues to vent and complain at Bettany, and you listen to her as she speaks. As you finally reach the library, you walk in to be greeted by Pietro. "There you are! I was beginning to think you would never show."

She rolls her eyes, "We're not that late, brother. But guess who we ran into on the way here?"

His eyes lit up, "Don't tell me it was–" "–Pauly 'want a cracker' Bettany."

They both snicker to one another, and you merely smile, watching the both of them talk amongst the three of you. You never offer any input, perfectly content with listening to their quiet insults about the prince. It is when Wanda's eyes fall on the children excitedly gathering together at the sight of the royal twins that she turns her attention again. Her face lights up, a smile stretching over her face as she approaches them happily.

"Hey, guys!" she greets. "Look at you! Are you excited for the Radovat'sya?"

They all agree, happy to be getting attention for their festival themed outfits as they show off. Both the twins dive into conversations with the hoard of children, and Wanda eventually pulls you in to sit with them as they all gather together to start reading the book they had requested.

You sit and set your sword down beside you, any tension that rests in your shoulders gone as you are surrounded by children, no real physical threat in sight. The only way they could hurt you is emotionally, and you have a feeling that is not on their mind.

You listen to Wanda read to the kids, her voice is smooth and almost childlike to suit the needs of the children. The inflections in her voice keep them entertained and engaged as she reads, switching back and forth between herself and her brother. You could sit and listen to her speak for hours—hell, you already do. You spend nearly every day with her as her personal guard. It is the best job in the world.

It is only after the short story is finished and read that the kids turn their attention to you, one of the girls pointing at your sword excitedly. "You're a real knight?" she asked in her tiny voice.

You nod gently with a smile, "I am."

"Cool!" another kid exclaimed. "How did you turn into a knight?"

You chuckle and notice that Wanda had turned to you, her head resting in her hands as she listens closely. She had heard you tell her the story per her request many times, so she quite possibly knows it by heart…but she loved to hear you tell it.

You shrug, "It's not an exciting story, children."

Wanda rolls her eyes, "Oh, don't be so modest. Do you want to hear her tell it?"

"Yeah!" they all exclaimed happily, getting ready for you to tell them the story. You sigh and sit in close as you begin to recount the story of how you became a knight.

You are not too far into it before Wanda inevitably takes over, far too excited about hearing it again to sit still. You laugh quietly and let her tell it, only ever correcting her when she says something outlandish or exaggerated something to make you look even better than she already pictures you as.

When she finishes the story, the children bombard you with questions you gladly answer for them. When a few questions direct towards her like "do you get to do knight stuff with her?" or "are you like the bestest friends?", she answers the questions with pride.

After the storytelling is over, Wanda directs all the kids to make flower crowns, which they are excited to do. Many of them are gifted to you and the twins, and you manage to messily put a few together to put on the kids' heads. A couple of them did fall apart and crumble, though. You were really bad at making flower crowns. They were not upset, they actually enjoyed the really bad creations and helped you to make one to give to Wanda.

When everything eventually wraps up, you end up walking out of the library with the twins, the three of you covered in stray petals and leaves, many crowns stacked on top of your heads. You take them off, peeling the loose planet pieces from your hair and armor to hand them to Wanda. She then snatches the one she made for you and places it back atop your head. She wears her own gift from you on hers with pride, handing the leftovers to Pietro to take back to the palace for safe keeping.

The two of you walk the streets for a while, flower crowns still…mostly intact, until you have to attend the bakery for the cake tasting.

Wanda is more than excited to do it, too. She loves cake, it is one of her favorite things ever. Her nose scrunches every time she tastes a flavor she absolutely adores, and you absolutely adore it. She is sweet to all the bakers, giving them her honest and happy opinions on their food as they smile with pride and thank her dearly.

She forces you to try some of the cakes as well, and you comply only because she gives you the most adorable smile when you do. She chats with all the people there, excited to finally have so much time away from her duties to spend with her people.

As the day begins to wrap and the time for the night's festivities grows closer, you and Wanda retreat back to the palace to get ready.

You mean to stand outside her room to wait for her to get dressed, but she pulls you into her room and makes you help her pick an outfit. You are sitting on a chair in her room, waiting patiently for her to come from behind the divider to show you her outfit.

As she finally emerges, you lose your breath at the sight of her. She was dressed in a beautiful emerald gown, the color pops and brings out her eyes, turning them a beautiful shade of green. The dress is a padded double flair dress, an embroidered top with vines that curled across it.

You are positive you are a deep shade of red as you watch her pose for you. Her eyes shimmer with hope, and you are left completely breathless.

But you give nothing away.

You nod stiffly, trying to find something to do with your hands. "Yes, you look great. You look really great," you tell her with as steady a voice as you could manage.

Her face falls, lips turning into a frown as she shrugs, "Just 'great'?" She groans and disappears behind the divider again to change into something else. That is when you break, wiping a hand down your face as you readjust yourself to calm down.

When she reappears, your breath is one again stolen. This time, she wears a long-sleeved white shirt that hangs low on her chest. It is flowy and made out of a loose thin material that flutters when she moves. Her black skirt is just as long, a puffy maxi skirt made out of the same material that accentuates her title of princess.

Your heart is thumping in your chest, averaging at a million beats per minute. You feel as though your chest is going to explode, and you fight clasping a hand over your heart to keep it from doing so.

She is staring at you, her eyes full of anticipation of your answer. Her lips are parted, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth as she awaits your response nervously. Her hair, which had been tousled from pulling on her shirt, is messy on her head and only adds to her undoubted beauty.

You have to take a moment to catch your breath before nodding again, almost having to look away just so you can answer her. “You–You look really great. Gorgeous.” You are treading dangerous waters—in your mind—as you struggle to find a word to appease her that does not give your true feelings away. This woman is utterly breathtaking—even that is not enough of a word, as it does not even begin to scratch the surface of describing her true beauty.

Again, she pouts and retreats to change once again. If she keeps this up, you are sure you will have a heart attack. You are given a moment to breathe, to take in the scent of the rose candle burning in Wanda’s room. This calms your nerves long enough to get a grip on yourself for when she reveals herself once more.

But it does not make it easier as she steps out, her fingertips brushing together in front of her. Her lips are still set in a slight pout, her brows furrow together in an innocent look that part of you believes holds the intention of teasing you.

The dress she wears now is a two piece, a large, deep, scarlet skirt splays around her, a thin fabric that layers on top of itself. Her top is of the same color, also embroidered like the last with lacy sleeves that trail down her arms.

You stare at her with wide eyes, mouth pressed in a fine line as you try to remember how to breathe. You notice the crystal necklace she had bought earlier that day resting on her chest.

"Y/N?" Her soft voice catches your attention again, and you realize you have been quiet for too long. She looks worriedly at you, brows pulling together and lips parting. You blink quickly and nod once again, "Yeah–yes. You look…great. You look great."

You really should find more words, because her frown deepens and she shakes her head. A tantrum you can only describe as childlike ensues, but it is only a slight tantrum that is playful, if nothing else. "I can't find the right one! For someone with so many clothes, I can't seem to put together a good outfit."

She continues her tangent, a soft whine in her voice as she speaks a little too fast for you to even understand at that point. Her hands are flailing and her head is shaking violently. “Princess,” you mutter. When she gives no response as her rant continues, you try again, “My princess…” She still paces her room and you sigh, “Princess.” She goes to disappear behind the divider again, still chattering on about…something. You stand and take long strides over to her, grabbing her hands in yours to get her attention.

"Wanda!"

Your voice cuts through her rant and she stops suddenly, her eyes finding you again as she completely stills. You both watch each other closely, the realization that you had used her first name hitting the both of you. For the first time in the few years you have been her personal knight in shining armor…you had called her by her first name.

You watch her as she looks at you. Your eyes scan one another and you are almost certain you see her eyes dart down to your lips. You would be lying if you did not admit to doing the same.

In a soft voice and with even softer eyes, you whisper to her, “You look beautiful.”

You hear her breath catch in her throat and give a soft sigh. You have to pull away from her and look away for a moment before you do something you probably shouldn’t. After a while, she smiles into the silence. The smile is soft, and it’s small, but it is filled with something that warms your heart and threatens to bring tears to your eyes.

You are a proud knight who has seen battle, whose heart has, on more than one occasion, threatened to turn to stone as a result of it. Her smiles and smirks and effortless charm should have had no effect on you by now. But this woman…she brings out things in you that you would have otherwise buried as a coping mechanism of the things you had seen.

You see her cheeks tint pink and her lashes flutter. She sighs and nods, “Thank you.”

You nod back to her, “It’s the truth.”

The both of you stand in silence for a few moments before you inevitably break it. You clear your throat and give a nod, “I have to change to my more…suitable clothes for the party, but I will be back soon. Please…don’t do anything stupid until I get back.”

She feigns hurt and scoffs, “Please, like I do stupid things while you’re here.” You laugh gently to yourself and shake your head before leaving her to go get yourself dressed. You miss the way her eyes follow you out of the door, the way they trail after you with a glint of care that could not be described as platonic.

By the time you return to her room, she is more than ready and waiting for you. She opens the door after you knock to reveal that she has applied the slightest amount of makeup to her face. Her lips are now a deep red, her lashes are emboldened and fluttered as she sees you, and her cheeks are flushed pink. On her arms are too many bracelets and rings, but she wears small earrings that hang from the lobes of her ears simply.

You smile at her, your hands clasping behind your back. She takes a moment to take in your own outfit. You are not in a dress like her—she knows how much you despise wearing them. Instead, you are wearing a royal deep blue leather vest with golden glasps. The material is soft and the vest folds over itself over your chest. The collar stands up with special links on them to represent your spot on the royal guard. Under the vest is a soft and long-sleeved black shirt. It is just as fancy and simple as the vest you wore, with special embroidery on the cuffs and hems.

She smiles at you, taking in the color of your vest once again. You know that particular shade of blue was one of Wanda’s favorite colors. As she continues to gaze at you and your outfit, you hold out your arm. “Are you ready, princess?” you asked kindly.

She nods and takes your arm, “I am, my knight.” The both of you walk through the halls of the palace to get to the large ball room that is already filled with nobility, countrymen, and the royals who were visiting for Radovat'sya.

The party is already in full swing and Wanda is more than happy to jump in and start dancing in the large circles, making you join her side as you all grab hands and skip around the floor happily. There is wine and ale being served for the adults, and juice for the children who have the privilege of staying up long enough to join the party—which is more children than you would think. The Radovat'sya Tri Dnya was, once again, a very freeing holiday for everyone. The whole kingdom parties like it was their last day on Earth.

You have more than enough fun at the princess’ side. She goes back and forth with her brother, dances with some of the children who compliment her greatly on her dress. “You look so pretty!” a little girl tells her, great excitement in her little voice.

Wanda is holding onto her hands, swinging them happily as she beams at the child. “You look even prettier! You look like a little princess, sweetheart.”

The girl blushes and giggles, “You look like a queen.” It is Wanda’s turn to giggle at the compliment, and you silently thank the little girl for bringing that smile to her face. Wanda, once again, drags you to dance with her. As she enjoys the music and makes moves that you would not exactly call dancing, you simply sway gently to the music as she holds tightly to your hands to make you move.

All the excitement suddenly comes to a stop when Prince Bettany catches sight of Wanda and approaches her again for the second time that day. His smile is cocky, and you can tell he has very well grown his confidence back.

Her smile almost falls completely, but she saves it with a facade. “Bettany,” she greets, although you can hear in her voice that she is getting tired of having to talk to and appease his ego.

“Wanda,” he smirks. “Care to dance?”

She turns to you and silently asks you for help, the look in her eyes pleading. You almost want to throw her to the wolves—or rather, the over-egoed dog—to tease her, but you have more heart than that. You go to sweep her away with an excuse, but Bettany takes her cry for help as her just wanting confirmation from you to dance.

“Oh, come now…One dance wouldn't hurt,” he tries.

She sighs and mutters under her breath, “Someone’s gonna get hurt.” She keeps the smile plastered to her lips and nods, holding out a reluctant hand as he pulls her away to dance to the calmer song that had begun to play, rather than the upbeat and exciting rhythms that had raged for most of the night. They walk away from you and you stand where you are, your jaw clenching as you keep an eye on the two.

For a while, the two remain calm as Wanda dances with him, each step reluctant as she finds any excuse to look somewhere other than you. More than once, her eyes meet yours and you debate whether you should cut in or try to stall for a little longer so as to not raise attention.

It is when you see Wanda go to walk away only to see Bettany pull her back in that you charge over. His hand is gripping her wrist tighter than you would have liked, and your jaw and fists clench. “Let me go, Paul,” you hear her say. Her voice is firm, but you can hear the wavering as she tries to release her grip.

“All I’m asking for is a chance,” he told her, pulling her in tighter.

Her response almost sets you in an offensive mode, ready to draw a sword to defend your lady. “You’re hurting me…”

You finally reach the pair. Your arm curls around Wanda’s midsection and pulls her back carefully behind you as Paul finally lets go. It all happens so fast, Wanda is barely left with any time to process it.

Your gaze is hard, your eyes are cold, and your face gives no warmth to the man standing opposite you. “The princess is unable to fulfill your request…so I must insist that you step away.” When he does not move, your voice hardens in a threat, “That is to say, leave…before you get yourself hurt.”

He scoffs at you, trying to seem unaffected by your threat. You could see the fear in his eyes with each passing second at your hard stance and your even harder tone. “What can you do to me?” He raises a brow, “You are a knight, bound to serve royalty.”

You smile and tilt your head, “I am a knight, bound to serve my people and my royalty. You have hurt my lady, and I am giving you a chance to leave before I require you to atone for your mistake."

Wanda takes a hold of your arm, "Y/N, I'm fine."

You do not turn to look at her, keeping your resolve as you stand against Bettany. He rolls his eyes, "Please…You may be a well-known fighter here, but do you really think you could take your sword, a woman's sword, to mine, a prince's sword, and win?"

He does not get another chance to say anything else as your fist collides with his jaw. He is cut off immediately and falls back, instantly knocked out from the hit. The loud sound of his body colliding with the floor has everyone's chatter dying immediately as they all turn to look.

After a moment, a collective cheer is heard as they see you standing in front of the knocked out prince. They are not necessarily cheering because Prince Bettany was knocked out, but more because someone was knocked out.

There were always a total of three knockouts during the Radovat'sya, and that was the first to mark the three-day holiday. You smile at everyone and wave as they give their collective praise before a couple of guards come over to remove the body until he wakes again.

You turn to Wanda and immediately go into panic mode to survey her. "Are you alright? Are you hurt?" You start burying her in questions as worry overcomes you, but she is quick to try and ease your mind with a chuckle.

"Y/N, I'm alright. Don't worry," she smiles. You take her arm gently and pull her into a hallway clear enough to talk in.

"Are you sure you're alright?" you ask gently, taking her face in your hands as you look her over. She nods and giggles again, her face softening as you start to tuck hair that had fallen in her face behind her ears.

You have yet to pull away. You had stared too long into her eyes and became lost, still trying to come back to the present and ultimately failing. Wanting and desires that have risen in you over the years are pushed to the surface now as you find yourself gazing at her.

With her face so close now, you can see the speckles on her face more clearly. They are beautiful and you wonder why she feels better hiding them most days with her blush.

The warm color of her dress brings out the green in her eyes, it was a color you have been staring at all night. But as you stand closer now to see them, they are even warmer. Her pupils are dilated as she stares back, a ring of mahogany surrounding the black centers to create a hazel look. The outer rings of her irises remain a dark outline to her gaze.

You have lost your breath again staring at her, and it takes everything in you to stay focused on the matter and hand and not the soft lips that part under your gaze. Wanda's red painted lips are still turned up in a smile, but with each second, it absent-mindedly falls as she loses herself in you.

Do not kiss her, you chastise yourself. It's not your place, nor is it appropriate…but her lips just seem so…soft. You almost outwardly shake your head in response to your own thoughts but remain still. Don't. Do not kiss her. Don't kiss her. Don't kiss–!

You are caught severely off guard when the soft lips you had begun to focus on crash against yours. Even with the suddenness of the kiss, though, Wanda's lips are just as soft and gentle against yours as you adjust to the shock. It takes your mind a long time to get into gear, but your body replies instantly as your hands attempt to pull her closer.

You are entirely breathless and your lungs burn for air, but you do not care as you continue to kiss the woman you have been wanting to kiss for the longest time. Her hands reach up to tangle in the hair hanging loose on your head, fingers intertwining with whatever she could grab a hold of.

Her gentle lips stay gentle, even with the underlying desperation in the movements of her lips. She is soft and slow and every step is filled with care as she kisses you. The corners of your eyes are wetting with tears, a sign from your burning lungs that you need air.

You still have no intention of pulling away, but it seems like Wanda has other intentions. She pulls away from your lips after a very long and very much needed kiss, chuckling lightly before she whispers to you, "Breathe, Y/N."

You both chuckle breathlessly at her words and you comply, finally filling your lungs with air and nearly having a coughing fit in response. Once you have recovered and are intact with yourself again (at least, mostly intact) you smile at her. "I…" a sigh of embarrassment leaves you and you try to hide your flustered face from her at the fact that you were getting nervous about something as silly as telling your feelings to Wanda.

The eyes that had brought you into this whole ordeal stare at you in both amusement and…something else. It sucks you in and allows you to let go and speak. You are a knight, speaking is not your thing, swords and crossbows and fighting is your thing. You are no poet, but you could try to be if it would appease her.

"Wanda, I…" you tried again, letting out another breath for courage. "I have fancied you for years now. Being able to spend every single day just spending time with you is the best part about my job, and I do it with pride. I know this might be weird because I'm just a knight and you're a princess and we aren't exactly supposed to be together but–"

She silences you with another kiss, and you promptly forget how to breathe once again. She pulls you close and keeps you close as she tastes your lips. This kiss is not as gentle as the first one, displaying more of the desperate passion hiding inside of her than the first kiss that had been simple enthusiasm.

When she pulls back, you are dizzy and she sets her hands on your hips to steady you. Her forehead rests against yours, and you try to even out your thumping heartbeat and your racing breath.

"I love you, Y/N," Wanda whispers to you, breathy and almost nervous of your response. "I've loved you since the day you introduced yourself as 'Lady Wanda of the Royal Guard' and my personal knight."

You laugh gently at the reference to your first meeting when you had, indeed, been distracted by that grin she had given you and introduced yourself as Wanda. Her light-hearted laughter joins you, and the two of you stand in silence for another few seconds.

"I love you, too, princess," you smile at her, your lips dipping to catch hers again in another sealing kiss. She is the one to end up breathless this time, grabbing at your waist to pull you closer. When you separate, the both of you let out an airy laugh and open your eyes to look at each other.

She smiles at you and whispers, "Happy Radovat'sya, Y/N."

You chuckle and peck her lips gently, "Happy Radovat'sya, my princess."

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sylhea-raemi · 1 year

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i've seen comments about airi not being the "true" savior because of makia reincarnated from earth which counts her as "from another world" which is kind of true, but ultimately false.

#because although makia and thor reincarnated from kazuha and tooru #their souls *aren't* originally from that world. only airi is.#makia and thor. kazuha and tooru. all of them are scarlet and black's reincarnations respectively who are from the world of maydare #the savior is said to be 'from another world' and as of now that applies to tanaka airi ONLY #we don't know about kanon that much but irc the hero was said to be from another world as well? i don't remember #anyway i really like that they didn't do a 'makia was the savior all along because she was from earth too!' but instead makia was a savior #in a way that isn't 'destined to save the world' but in a way that she manage to reach out to people's hearts and help them #as what airi said kazuha was like an angel that saved her #it was also accordung to her that makia is like the true main character in which she is. but savior =/= protagonist.#airi is still pretty much the savior in title and she's now acting on her part. she still have powers that of a savior.#she's still very much the vessel needed to eliminate harm. there's gonna be a great war not just between #hermedes vs ruschia & frezier and the rest of maydare's countries #but also between the 10 great magicians from history that came back once again..... i think. airi's role is gonna be essential for both.#airi plays an important part and not just her! gt9 as well! frey as a prince of ruschia and makia as a guardian and as the scarlet witch..#lapis as a (basically) military personnel and a twilight mage for frezier empire #and lastly nero as the hermedes empire's last royalty and as queen shatoma frezier's ally #all of them play an important role #gilbert also! not just as the prince that's basically handling every work in the castle because ulysses is lune ruschia's professor and #the white sage's reincarnation and frey who was stripped from every right he have as a prince— ahem! gilbert not just as a prince but also #as a guardian. oh and sir lionel the vice captain of the royal knights and a guardian ig there's nothing really remarkable about him aside #from those. and yeah thor since he's not just a guardian but also one of the big three magicians #genuinely why are the guardians so boring the only one that isnxt is makia granted cuz she's the mc but also airi those two are the only #enjoyable ones. gilbert is slowly growing on me tbh. who knows maybe sir lionel's gonna have an arc where i'd like him #thor i swear i don't hate you and i even liked you but you're never gonna outrank gt9 airi and even beatrice #sylhea talks maydare

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kaihuntrr · 8 months

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The Sea Prince; Hunting Party announcement!

okay maybe this isn’t the oneshot I promised but it’s gonna be good I promise-

SO! As of recent, I finished up the revised outline to The Sea Prince’s act one, named Hunting Party! The plot has a lot more going on and I’m in love with this story so much more. This means sooner or later the prologue will come out! As soon as it does, we’ll come to the next important thing;

Beta readers!

Preferably, I’d want three! I have one already, so two more would be great!

What do beta readers do?

They help give feedback and act as a sort of test audience! I’ll need it with all the things packed into this storyline ehehe. There’s a lot in store! I’d want to make sure I’m giving off the right impression with my writing and the like.

I will give the summary of The Sea Prince (and Act One!) under the cut, and as a treat, here is a doodle I’ve made of Act Two Scott and Martyn, they get little changes in their designs <3

There’s one doodle under the cut that has blood (it isn’t red, but blood is blood!) so here’s your warning for it!

THE SEA PRINCE.

In a world full of deadly, man-eating sea monsters there are specialized teams of people who’s job and legacy is to eradicate the horrors of the deep. Monster hunters, hunters for short, are funded by guilds to personal employers to seek out the dangerous beasts and let the sea live in a peaceful, monster-free environment for the animals and humans to thrive.

A notorious hunter group, the Canaries, are led by brothers Joel and Grian Solidarity and are personally funded by His Royal Majesty as one of the best hunters the kingdom has to offer. Such luxuries give them the access to powerful weapons and a rivalry with the best naval commanders, known as TIES. These two groups are summoned to a meeting as the King sends them on their most daring commission yet; find and capture a sea prince.

Sea Princes are, by nature, mythological. They don’t exist. They’re hunter stories meant to scare children and keep the population from wanting to explore the seas, if not for the very real monsters that infest the waters. Capturing one, not to mention proving they exist would be a challenge. This is the King they were working under though, and if he says to find a sea prince and capture it, they’ll do it. Besides, if they were able to, they would be put down in the history books.

Martyn always believed they existed. A child born from hunters, stories about their bloody past and murderous rage haunts and excites him. From the god-like treasure they hide underneath the waves to the feuding war against the mermaids, he’s made it his goal to kill a sea prince. It’s what he wants the most after all.

Well. There was also Scott.

Scott Major is a beautiful man who works in a tavern, never in his life has he been out to sea. Martyn swears to him that once his life goal is complete, he’ll stay. The call of the sea is somehow always there, as if it was right in front of him. Martyn risks his life every single moment he boards the ship, but he always comes back in one piece. He has to.

He can’t risk losing Scott too.

ACT ONE: HUNTING PARTY.

Being sent on a mission to capture a sea prince, the Canaries and TIES form a bet; whoever finds evidence of a prince first can lead the mission. Agreeing under pride, they set out. Martyn has his heart set on fulfilling his dream, but it doesn’t look like Scott is too thrilled with the idea. He’ll understand.

What the hunters don’t know is that their goal charters out of their control and they are forced to seek refuge on an island everyone believes to be cursed. The Scarlet Witch haunts the isle, and every hunting ship that enters will never exit.

They’ll be the first to prove that wrong.

Elements/ general themes the story will contain;

- Nightmares

- Sea horror (monsters attacking ships, fear of the ocean, those types of things)

- fights and injuries (they bleed!)

- character death

- slow burn. really slow burn but a lot of flirting and sweet moments between the two

- worldbuilding

- found family

- there’s likely more to which I’ll add unto!

This story has become a very big passion of mine and I’d love to be able to tell this with the most clarity and enjoyment I can provide! If you’re interested in becoming a beta, I’d like you to comment under the post or reblog it to why you’d want to beta read it and the like :D it’s not a first come first serve basis and it will be open until I finish the prologue, which is in about a week or two from now. Goodluck in applying! I and @mewhoismyself are going to look through what you guys got, but no pressure, seriously! <3

With the beta readers and synopsis out of the way, here’s some sneak peeks to the next batch of designs along with some sketches I made for Act One! I wonder if you can figure out the context behind those words ;)

Just some minor changes with Martyn and Scott! Scott’s hair is more red tinted and darker so he’s more ginger, while Martyn is more clean-shaven! Maybe he has some stubble the next time I sketch him, but he looks more youthful here! I also realize that these are all the winners, but it does make sense with how important they are to the story :0!

Now, unto the designs! Can you guess who’s who?

Super excited to finish this batch and work on their lore; I’ll finish this before the prologue!

And that’s all i got for now, I hope you’re all just as excited as I am as the project gets to come to life after all these months. Act One is coming soon!

#the sea prince au #limited life #limited life smp #life smp #life series #trafficblr #traffic series #scott smajor #smajor1995 #smajor fanart #dangthatsalongname #martyn inthelittlewood #martyn itlw #inthelittlewood #majorwood #mean gills #coral kids #pearlescentmoon #grian

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zeroth-writes · 7 months

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Healing Red -Noctis Lucis Caelum-

masterlist | request

Prompt: i have a request bout noct where the reader is a white magician, however her powers turn red n strong when shes angry or sad (like scarlet witch), that happens sumtimes and then, when noct is in great danger, she cant control it and unleashes a massive amount of power and saves him, the rest is up to u :)

Pairing: Noctis Lucis Caelum / Reader

Summary:

Word Count: 900 A/N: I haven’t seen the wandavision series or anything else besides the main marvel movies, so the beginning scene is kinda ‘inspired’ from the age of ultron movie.

For a split second, your heart stopped. In front of you was Noctis, lying face down in the dirt. A Yojimbo stood over him. His sword raised far over and behind his head, ready to strike the fallen prince.

Your muscles exhausted from the endless battle. All attempts to stand quickly halted. Either by an enemy striking you or your own body giving out.

You glance up just in time to see the deamons sword begin it’s long decent down. From your position on the ground your arm reaches forward, hoping to summon a barrier or something protective.

Yet nothing happened.

Your body ached with each movement you made. Even the attempt to use magic drained all the energy you had.

With your last bit of strength you managed to pull yourself up to your knees. Head hung low, long panicked breaths. With one final burst of energy, you let out a scream.

Nothing else could be heard over the loud screech released from your mouth. Around you the enemies begin to fall. Their weapons and armor hitting the ground with a loud clank of metal slamming against various materials and objects.

Once the noise you were creating stopped, Everything went dark.

♡♡♡♡♡

For what felt like hours, you felt yourself slipping in and out of consciousness. Drifting into the darkness only to feel yourself constantly being moved. Body carried in someone arms, resting on a leather seat, gently placed on a soft sofa.

Slowly you begin to wake up. The silent void replaced with distant. Voices became clearer as words started to connect. You were able to recognize the tones and place them to a person. Ignis.

“I’m not sure on their situation. They’ve been out since we found them.” For a minute he was silent before speaking again. “Yes. I’ll keep you updated, Goodbye.”

Your heart almost broke at the sad tone within his voice. The royal retainer let out a long sigh, likely pinching the bridge of his nose. Before anymore could be said the sound of a door opening came.

“Any updates?” Ignis asked the new person. “Nope, I’m guessing nothing from you.” A deep voice answered. “They haven’t made a peep since we got them here. Prompto has yet to return.”

A creak filled the room before footsteps became louder then stopped in front of you. A hand found itself on your head while a voice softly whispered to you.

You stir slightly at the contact, causing the person touching you to jump back.

“Y/n” Ignis spoke half worried and half excited. Slowly you begin to open your eyes as they adjust to the bright light surrounding you.

In front of you stood 2 different men, both looking with different expressions. Ignis stood worried as he was unaware of how you were feeling while Gladio was excited with a small smirk resting on his bearded face.

“Glad to see you awake”

Gladio spoke first while moving to sit next to you while Ignis began hounding you with various questions.

A loud gasp caught all of you attention. Turning toward the doorway a smile similar to before spreads across your face. Standing by the opening, still in his winter coat, stood Prompto. Tears filled his eyes as he rushes to you with open arms.

“Does that mean Noct is also awake?” He whispered

You quickly pulled away with a worried and shocked expression. Even though you’ve only been awake for a few minuets, you failed to worry about the missing person.

“What wrong with Noc?” You questioned looking in everyone’s direction for an answer. Simultaneously everyone glanced toward the closed door.

As you walked toward it, reasons began to spill out

“He never woke up. We found the both of you alone in a field. He had wounds all over him. You, not so much but still unconscious.”

You closed your eyes and remembered back to that night.

You and Noctis surrounded by enemies. You defeat one and two more materialize in its place. Before you knew it, you were completely swarmed. Everywhere you look was covered by the unmistakable purple haze of a deamon.

While they weren’t attacked you physically. The magic usage itself was tiring enough to make it difficult to stand on your own.

Soon you fall to your knees in exhaustion, causing all but a handful of enemies to turn their attention towards Noctis - who is just as exhausted as you.

As the hoard of enemies begin to clear away from the prince, you glance up to see the damage only to see him lying on the ground.

Your eyes snap open at the memory of your power blast filling your head. Your heart begins to ache once you realize, you did this to him. Not only did you kill the the enemies, you also hurt the one you were trying to protect and save.

In a rush, you hurl yourself on the floor to kneel in front of the sleeping prince. You hand clasps around his. The other stood back with a confused look resting on their faces at your sudden outburst.

That shocked turned to amazement as both your hands and his begin to glow and red hue. Silent filled the room as everyone observed your actions from a distance.

The long silent finally lifted as a long groan filled the room as Noctis sat up rubbing his head.

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blondie20000 · 4 months

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Actions Speak Louder than Words - Loki × Wanda Maximoff

It all started with words.

Everywhere Wanda went Prince Loki would be there to greet her with a series of compliments most of them all quotes from Shakespeare. Soon those words appeared on paper as Wanda started receiving poems almost every night by the door of her room.

The Scarlet Witch did find it quite endearing and also quite amusing how the Prince will simply not give up. It also made her puzzled as well. There are many ladies out who would love to take his hand he had so many options yet his focus was on her. A Prince in love with a Witch? It sounded absurd. If there is one thing Wanda knew about Prince Loki is the fact he is a rebel at heart. As the youngest of the Odinson family Loki had less responsibilities and more time to do the things he loved. He had freedom and therefore liked to make decisions that would be seen as controversial but to him it was a progress, a way to modernize society.

Wanda admired him for that.

One evening Wanda decided to go for a walk it was a nice evening the sky is clear and there is a breeze in the air. She tilted her head back and felt the wind blow on her face causing her hair to fly out. This here felt like freedom to her. Little things like this made life more worthy of living and gave her the motivation and hope that someday their world will be saved.

Captain Carter will save them all.

"Great minds think alike." A voice suddenly said.

Wanda spins round her hands immediately glow red with power ready to attack.

"Miss Maximoff!" The voice shrieked.

It took a few seconds for Wanda to realize who it was. When she did her eyes widen and she quickly lowers her hand.

"Prince Loki." She does a curtsy her cheeks flushed with shame and embarrassment. "I apologize I thought you were..."

"An intruder? He gives her an amused look. "My brother?"

She huffed a laugh at that.

"Your brother?"

"You must have thoughts? To strike? He can at times be a nuisance. Impatient as well."

He gives her a knowing look Wanda knew what he meant. She did respect His Highness and will always remain loyal to him but sometimes he can be increasingly difficult. Since the Captain's arrival Thor has demanded for an update Wanda tried to reassure him but he wouldn't hear for it.

"Our world is falling apart!" Thor snapped at her. "We don't have time! You fail me Witch?"

She shook her head.

"Never."

His face darkens.

"You better succeed because your life depends on it."

"Yes your Highness."

"Such thoughts should not be expressed out loud my Prince." Wanda nodded.

"So you have thought about it?"

"Didn't say that my Prince. You know throwing accusations around is not wise you wish to see me in the dungeons?"

He raised an eyebrow at that.

"In chains? Completely at our mercy?"

There is a underlying meaning to that. His lips tug upwards into a smirk. His eyes shone with mischief.

Another blush forms on her cheeks.

"What brings you out here?" Wanda quickly changed the subject looking everywhere but him.

"Admiring the view." He looks up at the sky. "Such a fine night."

She agreed with him on that.

"I also come out here to think." He continued to nod. "The quiet it helps."

"How is that going for you? Your work?"

"Making progress." He then sighs. "I do wish they would show respect towards my work."

"Who?"

"My siblings." He again sighs. "My sister and brother I am not like them I will never be a warrior my interests differ from theirs. I love art, music, poetry, theater. They mock me for it my brother says I need to be a man not a weakling." He shakes his head. "It shouldn't bother me but it does. I support them but they do not return the favor."

He lowers his head at that. Wanda looks at him with sympathy. She has witnessed the other Royals' behavior there is always a boo or jeer from Prince Thor while Queen Hela dramatically yawns and rolls her eyes. Wanda always found them childish their younger brother is helping society in another way he is entertaining them through these dark times the Royals should encourage it not dismiss it.

The Scarlet Witch places her hand on his shoulder.

"I like your work."

He looks up at her with surprise.

"Your poems they are beautiful." Wanda continued with a smile. "I keep them stored somewhere safe and whenever I feel down I read your poems they always lift my spirits." She then shrugs. "My opinion may not mean much but..."

"Miss Maximoff." He gives her a serious look. "It means a lot coming from you."

Wanda takes a deep shaky breath.

His eyes shift on to where her hand remains on his shoulder. Realizing her mistake Wanda pulls her hand away. Loki reaches out and grabs her hand.

Wanda froze. Her eyes lock to his.

They stared at each other in silence.

Loki then slowly intertwined his fingers with hers.

Wanda takes another deep breath.

Loki closes the gap between them.

"My Prince." Wanda said her voice trembling the fear of getting caught starts to consume her. "We can't."

"Shh." He tucks a stray of hair behind her ear. "I do not care what they think. I only care about you Miss Maximoff. Lady witch." He smiles. "From the moment I set my eyes on you I knew you were the one for me. You are the Juliet to my Romeo. My glorious purpose."

Wanda already knew the Prince was interested in her but hearing his confession still made her heart soar.

"Such kind words my Prince." She smiled sheepishly.

"Well you have always been my inspiration." He grinned. "I think of you and the words come out my pages flow with the beauty of language. It is a sight I wish to share with you."

His other hand rests on her back. He leans forward and whispers in her ear.

"On a physical level that is." He added with a smirk.

Wanda tilts her head and smirks back at him.

"An invitation my Prince? For me?"

"If you want to." He assured her. "There's no pressure."

"I accept." She replied without hesitation her fears immediately washed away replaced with a feeling of excitement. "My Prince."

She goes to curtsy again but he stops her.

"Save that for my quarters my dear."

That was the moment words turned into actions.

..............

The couple didn't waste time removing each other's layers. Wanda however decided to get more creative. She used her magic and the clothes ripped off the Prince's body. Loki looked up in wonder as the clothes hovered in the air before they dropped on the ground. He then looked at the Scarlet Witch and frowned.

"My Prince." Wanda said suddenly fearing she has done the wrong thing. "I apologize my excitement got the better of me there I promise there will be no more magic."

"Wanda." Loki said using her name for the first time.

Hearing him say her name caused a shiver to go down her spine.

He goes up and cups her face in his hands. He grins.

"Never hold back for anyone especially me in fact I want you to be free tonight! We shall explore these uncharted waters together as equals."

Equals?

"My Prince?"

"No need to be formal." He shakes his head. "Please drop the title my darling. Say my name."

"Loki." She said uncertain. He raises an eyebrow. "Loki." She repeated this time sounding more confident.

"Hmm." He hummed at that. "I am going to enjoy hearing my name from your mouth." He rubs his thumb over her lip. He sighs heavily. "Yes I will."

"I hope I do not let you down...My...Loki."

He again shakes his head.

"You will never let me down Wanda." He said the last part in a husky voice.

Wanda immediately found herself drawn to his lips. She leans forward and locks her lips with his. He responds and kisses her back. The kiss then deepened and became more passionate.

Wanda bites his lip causing him to moan. He then pushed his tongue in and rolled it along with hers.

Seconds later the couple pull apart needing to catch their breath.

"You still want me to curtsy your Highness?" Wanda asked with a smirk.

"You remembered." He goes in again and gently caressed her face. "Answer to your question yes. The sooner you please me the sooner I can repay you." He kissed her and runs his hand over her breasts. Wanda pressed herself against him but he shakes his head. "It seems fair hmm."

She sighs and smiles at him.

"Very well." Her hand moves to his balls. "I shall do just that." She then squeezes his ball causing him to gasp and groan. She has him backed against the wall her hand still fondling his balls. "Hmm."

She tilts her head. Her eyes spark red.

Loki could stare into her eyes all day.

"Like rubies." He muttered.

The eye contact breaks when Wanda goes down on her knees. She wraps her hand his length and slowly draws him into her mouth. The Scarlet Witch almost choked when his length hits the back of her throat. Once she regained her compose she started to suck him.

Loki throws his head back against the wall and squeezes his eyes shut as Wanda sucked his dick off. Her head bobs up and down and her tongue slides along him. He ordered her to pick up the pace.

Wanda obeyed.

She continued to suck him. Fast, hard and rough. She kept going until the Prince reached his climax. Loki let out a cry as he spilled himself inside her. Another gasp escapes him as he pulls himself out. Wanda looks up at him. She swallows the cum and grins.

"Does that mean I have royalty in me now?"

He laughs. He then takes a deep breath and helps Wanda up to her feet.

He kisses her cheek and brushes himself against her hair.

So soft. He thought.

It sent a wave of calm through him. Loki felt reassured, solid in her presence. His faith in her continued to grow every second he spent with her.

"I did say I would repay you my love." He again kissed her. "I never go back on my word."

"Never?" She smiled.

"Well..." He gives her a teasing look. "Sometimes. Depends on the person."

"Like your brother?"

He again laughs.

"You know me well."

"I know all the games. The mischief."

"Mischief is who I am my dear." Wanda suddenly gasps as she feels a finger go inside her. Loki smirks at her reaction. "I am very very good at it."

He abruptly pulls out of her before going in again. Wanda wraps her arms around his neck and holds him tight as he started to thrust her with his fingers.

Wanda hitched her leg up on to his waist and buried her face in his neck as he stuck another finger inside her.

"Oh!" She grits her teeth. "Oh!"

Her moans encouraged him to go faster. Soon the couple found themselves on the bed. Loki resumed the thrusting pumping her harshly and enjoying the sweet sounds that came spilling from her lips.

After a few more thrusts Loki pulls his fingers out.

"Loki!" Wanda said frustration in her voice.

He responds with a grin.

"You called?" He asked in a teasing tone.

Wanda flashes him a glare. Her eyes burn bright red. Loki chuckled not fazed by her power.

"Now now." He strokes her thigh in a tender manner. "Where's that lovely smile?"

Her face scrunched up at that.

Loki found her reaction adorable.

He smiles softly at her as he eyes her up and down.

"Beautiful and blooming like a rose." He said.

That brought a smile out of her and her cheeks turned pink.

"There it is." Loki kisses her cheek followed by a series of kisses along her collarbone.

Wanda angled her neck to allow him better access.

Loki kissed her with such tenderness. He takes his time and admires this woman he believes is a work of art. The words formed on the tip of his tongue he had so much praise for her but they are past that phase now and as they say actions speak louder than words.

He sucks on her nipples, bites down on her flesh, licks her burning hot skin. Each stroke from his tongue sent a shiver through the Scarlet Witch.

His tongue draws all the way down between her thighs. He licks her folds and sucks on it causing her to gasp.

Loki grips on to her thighs and pulls them further apart he then positions himself until his cock is in front of her entrance.

"You ready my dear?" He asked as he twirled strands of her hair in his fingers.

Wanda's hand goes on his. As she looks at him her eyes are dark with lust.

"Do not ask such ridiculous questions." She growled.

Seeing this side of the Scarlet Witch made Loki feral. He purred with delight as he took in her beauty yet again. His eyes remained on hers as he slowly goes inside her.

Then he started to rock her.

Arms snaked around each other, their lips locked Loki and Wanda poured all their emotions into this intimate act. Their breathing became shallow and their bodies shook as Loki pounded into her.

A groan comes from the Prince when he felt Wanda's nails dig into his skin. Wanda clawed at his back. She pushed herself up against him and swore out loud when he gave her a hard thrust.

"Blasphemy!" He pretended to scowl at her. "You have a filthy mouth Witch!"

"What are you going to do about it?" Wanda smirked at him. "Punish me?"

He grabs a handful of her hair and tugs it forward. Wanda laughs at his stern expression.

"Quite the little Devil you are." He mused.

He lifts her up enough to give her a slap on the ass. Wanda again laughed wanting to push him further. Loki grips her ass tight, his cock is buried deep inside her now.

He gives her a mighty thrust and covers her mouth to stop her from crying out. He kept going and chuckled at the muffled sounds from behind her hand.

Soon the Scarlet Witch fought back. Her hands glow and she pushes the Prince back. She didn't push too hard just enough to put him in his place, remind him of his promise to please her.

Loki's hands end up behind his back. He tried to move them but he couldn't. He gives her an amused look.

"You?"

"Your hands are tied my Prince." She grinned.

"Powerful and wicked." He huffed an laugh. "I knew you were the right one. Such a character."

She waved her hands again.

Loki felt something push him from behind. He flies forward his lips ending up on hers. She kissed him then said.

"A rebel that's what you are. One of the things I always admired about you."

He grinned at the compliment.

"Thank you."

With one more kiss Loki continued to thrust her until they both reached their climax.

"Wanda!" He growled as he took her hand. "I want to do this with you...this...together...us...this act of love."

"I want...I want do that as well." She replied between pants.

She increased her grip on his hand.

"I want to see your reaction." Loki added his eyes going wide. He is close. He needed to let it out.

Wanda sensed this and quickly nodded.

"Keep your eyes on me." She said.

He managed to muster up a smile.

"I wouldn't look anywhere else."

A shudder coursed through them. Seconds later the couple cry out as they let it all out. Once it was released Loki pulls himself out and takes a deep breath. Wanda's legs collapse on to the bed. She trembled as she slowly came down from her high. Loki lies down next to her and pulls the covers over them. He then takes the Scarlet Witch in his arms and holds her.

He kisses her head and runs his fingers through her hair. He loved her hair. Wanda lies on his chest and closes her eyes savoring this moment wanting it to last forever. They sat like this for a while in silence. Minutes later Loki breaks the silence.

"I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say, I love you."

Wanda lifts her head up. Loki looks down at her with such warmth it made her heart flutter.

"King Henry V." She said recognizing the famous Shakespeare quote. She also then realized that behind that quote is a confession. A love confession. Prince Loki has officially come out and said he is in love with her.

"I love you."

Hearing that confession said out loud caused a stir of emotions to rise inside the Scarlet Witch.

Wanda frowns. Loki suddenly became worried.

"I hope I haven't scared you away it's just I have felt this way about you for a long time and tonight it felt right to tell you how I feel about you." He lifts her hand and rubs his thumb along it. "Miss Wanda Maximoff will you accept my hand?"

Wanda looks down at their hands. She then looks back up at him.

A big beaming smile spreads across her face.

"I accept."

His face lit up at that.

"Wonderful!"

He takes her other hand and kisses it.

"Wanda my love you have made this man very happy."

"You have made me happy." She nodded. Her smile turning into a full blown grin. "But my Prince I have to ask why me? There are others who would wish to take your hand? I am a simply only a Witch..."

Loki raises his hand making her pause.

"Do not ask such ridiculous questions." He repeated her words back at her.

Wanda laughed.

"If you say so."

Loki kisses her neck.

"I do love nothing in the world so well as you." He breathed a sigh. "Goddess, nymph, perfect, divine!"

Wanda huffed a amused smile.

This man really does love Shakespeare the quotes are never-ending but Wanda didn't mind she could listen to this man talk all day

"You have witchcraft in your lips."

Wanda arched an eyebrow at that quote.

"I do?" She asked with a smirk.

He brings her forward his eyes lingering on her lips.

"I want more of it." He added.

Wanda nods.

"And you shall." She replied.

Soon the couple made love again. Their hearts are full and their belief is stronger than ever.

Captain Carter will save them all.

And they will live on for another day.

The End

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To commemorate Cutie Honey's 50th anniversary, I wanted to post trivia for all 25 episodes. We'll start this week with the first episode: "The Black Claw Grips The Heart."

Screenwriter: Masaki Tsuji

Art Director: Mataharu Urata

Animation Director: Shingo Araki

Director: Tomoharu Katsumata

In the early drafts Honey Kisaragi was originally Honey Tachibana. Honey’s finalized surname name, “Kisaragi” (如月) is a traditional name for February in the Japanese calendar. It refers to the seasonal “changing of clothes.” The name "Honey" comes from the American TV series Honey West.

Honey was voiced by Eiko Masuyama, who would reprise this role a few times over the years, notably in the Re: Cutie Honey audio drama and the Playstation game, Little Witching Mischiefs. She also had a guest spot in Cutey Honey Flash episode 31 as Dr. Kisaragi’s old friend Dr. Mitsuko Kanzaki.

St. Chapel Academy is located in Okutama, a mountainous area that’s about an hour and a half away from central Tokyo. St. Chapel itself was most likely inspired or at least named after the real life royal chapel, Sainte-Chapelle in Paris, France. The hymn the students sing during Mass in these early episodes is “Come, Thou Almighty King.”

The freckle-faced girl who stands next to Honey during Mass is her best friend and roommate, Natsuko Aki. Although she’s almost never referred to by her full name but rather “Nat-chan.” Her first name is in reference to natsu or “summer” while aki means “autumn.” In the original manga she is depicted as having pigtails rather than a bob cut and doesn’t have freckles. Natsuko’s anime design was modeled after an unnamed girl who appeared briefly in the Devilman manga.

Natsuko was voiced by Rihoko Yoshida, who’s best known for voicing the titular character in Little Witch Megu, Maria Grace Fried in UFO Robo Grendizer, and Michiru Saotome in Getter Robo. Yoshida would also voice Panther Zora in the 1995 PC-FX video game, Cutey Honey FX. Noriko Watanabe (Sister Jill, Mami) also voiced Natsuko occasionally for whenever Rihoko Yoshida was unavailable.

Honey’s goofy teacher Ms. Alphonne Louis Steinbeck III is based on a male character from Go Nagai’s Kikkai-kun manga. That same Alphonne also served as the basis for Akira Fudo’s teacher in the Devilman TV series.

Ms. Alphonne was voiced by the late Noriko Tsukase, who had previously voiced Mr. Alphonne’s wife and son in Devilman. Although Ms. Alphonne appears in every other animated Honey series, this is the only version where she is voiced by a woman.

During the early production stages Seiji Hayami was known as Shun Kazami and was described as "falling in love with Honey, despite knowing she’s an android." He would also have a goofy little sister named Zuuko, who would question if she was really related to her handsome older brother. When the series details were finalized, Seiji became more of a comic relief character and his romantic chemistry with Honey was downplayed.

Seiji was voiced by Katsuji Mori, who would go on to voice Dr. Kisaragi in Cutie Honey Universe.

Seiji refers to Hurricane Honey as kaminari musume (カミナリ娘) which translates to something like “thunder girl.” He’s actually referring to the kaminari zoku (カミナリ族) or “thunder tribes”, Japanese motorcycle gangs who were known for their loud and rowdy modified motorcycles.

Black Claw’s name comes from the original series proposal, which described Panther Claw’s soldiers as being color coded. Potential opponents for Honey would’ve included Black Claw, Scarlet Claw, Cobalt Claw and Gold Claw. Each would have possessed a specific skill or element, for example, “Scarlet Claw” would’ve possessed fire powers. For whatever reason the whole color coded aspect was dropped but “Black Claw” was still used as the name for Honey’s first real adversary.

According to Cutey Honey Roman Album published by Tokuma Shoten in 1981, Honey's childhood memories are artificial. They were produced by Dr. Kisaragi because he wanted Honey to have childhood memories like any other human girl.

Dr. Takeshi Kisaragi was originally known as Dr. Seiji Tachibana in the original series proposal. In the original manga Dr. Kisaragi looks noticeably younger, has black hair, no glasses and a goatee instead of a mustache.

Originally, Honey was only going to transform once or twice during the first episode. Tomoharu Katsumata (director for episode one) requested that Honey use all of her main seven forms.

Some of the choreography from Honey and Black Claw’s fight is based on sequences from the Abashiri Family manga, specifically when the lead character Kikunosuke battles against teachers from Paradise Academy.

Junpei is based on Kichiza Abashiri from Go Nagai's The Abashiri Family manga. Kichiza is the youngest son of the Abashiri family and is a master of explosives. Junpei was voiced by Kazuko Sawada.

It’s probably worth noting Honey and Junpei are the only two characters to appear in every episode of Cutie Honey.

We'll take a look at episode two next week!

#cutie honey #cutey honey #go nagai #trivia

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bookishfeylin · 1 year

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Black Fantasy TBR Part 2

Part 1 is here.

Since the last segment of my tbr was more focused on standalone novels and duologies, this list will be more focused on trilogies and longer series. Aside from the first 8 series mentioned here being a mix of adult fantasy and epic fantasy (I know the Acacia trilogy, especially, is an epic fantasy that's been frequently compared to Game of Thrones in reviews), there's no real order to these books either. And ofc, please look up age ratings and trigger warnings :) For simplicities sake I only put the first book of each series on this list.

The Fifth Season by N.K. Jemisin

The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms by N.K. Jemisin

Acacia: The War with the Mein by David Anthony Durham

Scarlet Odyssey by C.T. Rwizi

Half a Lion by Palle E.K. Oswald

Unleashed: The Saga of Ruination by Ramon Terrell

Song of Blood and Stone by L. Penelope

Stars and Garters by Thursday Owusu

The Battle for the Sky by Dalila Caryn

Daughters of Nri by Reni K. Amayo

Before She Ignites by Jodi Meadows

A Blade So Black by L.L. McKinney

The Bones of Ruin by Sarah Raughley

The Chameleon with a Sword by B.L. Logan

Sing Me to Sleep by Gabi Burton

Chaos & Flame by Tessa Gratton and Justina Ireland

We Are the Origin by C.M. Lockhart

The Ten Thousand Doors of January by Alix E. Harrow**

The Royal Heretic by Sarah Macklin

Dragon Connection: The Stone Crown Book 1 by Ava Richardson*

The Soul Cages by Nicole Givens Kurtz

Truth Seer by Kay L. Moody

Dragon Link: Ragond's Portal War Book 1 by Ava Richardson*

The Conductors by Nicole Glover

The Raven and the Dove by Kaitlyn Davis

Dragon's Mage: Ragond's Witch Hunter Book 1 by Ava Richardson*

Beasts of Prey by Ayana Gray

Nobody's Goddess by Amy McNulty

The Gilded Ones by Namina Forna

Children of Blood and Bone by Tomi Adeyemi

*Dragon Connection, Dragon Link, and Dragon's Mage are the first books of three separate trilogies by Ava Richardson. To avoid confusion I spelled out the whole name of each trilogy.

**In The Ten Thousand Doors of January, January is technically mixed, and I believe she identifies as such.

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jasperisabisexualmess · 7 months

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Royal

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?

#avengers #wanda maximoff #fanfiction #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader

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"I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you." | Jellal X Erza

WOO, I finally finished this thing I wrote a week ago. Go me! I decided to go very lose with these prompts and use them as inspiration and not direct quotes. Anyway

1776 words

Rated G

For Jerza Week Day 4: War, if I am not too late :D

Fairy Tail Fantasy AU

quick fantasy au overview: jellal is king of the fiore kingdom, wendy is his sister, born with the red lines on his face is seen as cursed erza is grown at court but not royal and head of his army the ice emperor is exactly who you think it is to avoid war jellal got engaged to the daughter of the heartfilia estate (lucy) to gain further funding and influcence, in hope to deter the ice kingdom (this evidently did not work out) neither jellal nor lucy actually want to have a relationship, they marry for convenience (there is a lot LOT more but this is not important for this story, but please come and chat me up about it xD)

He bit the skin on the outside of his finger, tapping his foot on the ground beneath him. The map in front of him draped with little wooden figures that were wearing the same symbol he was wearing over the side of his face, the red long lines that had marked him once he had been very small. Red was in his future, they’d said when he was born and this red, most likely, was approaching faster than he had wanted to.

Jellal could taste the blood on his tongue and he finally pulled his pointer finger away from his teeth, but his foot tapped more aggressively on the stone floor than before. Even in the last minutes of the previous meeting he had barely been able to listen, his heartbeat strong in his ears with nerves. He had asked if there was no way around it all, but only got heads shaking and shoulders shrugging.

War, for sure, brought the tears and the grief and the red of blood. That was his destiny after all, that was what everybody had said. Still, he had held on to the vague hope that he might be able to put it off. Build up a Fiore's military might enough that the Ice Emperor didn’t feel it in himself to expand.

Jellal let out a deep breath and then banged his fist to the table. That was the reason he had gotten engaged after all, to make sure the income was flowing a little easier, to build up defences and yet, the Ice Kingdom was still invading and the war was still coming.

Maybe he should have been ready for all of this, since it was literally a prophecy given at his own birth, when his father stared at his cursed face and frowned, or at least that was what all the older maids in the castle said. “The prince is cursed”, they’d whisper when they’d think Jellal wasn’t in earshot. Always, wherever he went it followed him. He was good, he was amiable, he was even regarded handsome by some, but most just looked at him as a cursed item– well so it was. Eventually he went and saw a witch to ask him if it was true, if the mark on his phase meant a curse. Slowly she followed the lines of his face with her long, cold fingernail and then she said. “There is red in your future.”

Back then he was young and shrugged it off as just a stupid sentence, but the older he got and the larger the Ice Kingdom expanded the more aware he got that it meant war. Red was the blood that would be spilled, maybe on both sides, to end this conflict.

All of this might have not happened if he hadn’t been born cursed, he thought, or if he hadn’t been born at all. His little sister, after all, seemed much more fit to rule than him.

“Nervous, lord?” A voice spoke from the backside of the room and it echoed from the walls directly into Jellal’s heart. He looked up and his heart pulled together for a moment.

By the door was Erza Scarlet, her helmet pressed under her arm next to her sword. She kept her hair in a ponytail when she was working, because the length of it would get in the way, especially with the helmet on her face. She smiled a little, eyes shining as always when she saw him and he wanted to drop everything to run to her, as he always did when she looked at him.

“I don’t like the idea of a war,” he said truthfully. “I wished this had never happened.”

Erza walked forward. No other knight in his guard moved in his presence without Jellal allowing it, but Erza was different, she was not only the head of his army, but had also known him ever since he could think. She had all his trust and was all his skill.

She was everything, and Jellal had loved her for so long that he couldn’t say exactly when it started.

“You said as much at the meeting, lord,” she said and stopped next to his chair just close enough that his nose could catch the smell of her hair. Always roses, so strong, as if she bathed in it. He had meant to ask if that was the case, but eventually chickened out. It was just not appropriate to ask a lady such a thing. “But now that the Emperor has closed an alliance with the water nymphs of the mountains…”

“And you said as much in the meeting before,” Jellal averted his eyes again away from her. He knew what her opinion on this entire operation was and she very much knew that he was against it, unfortunately he was thoroughly out of options, out of time, and outvoted.

Erza put a hand on his shoulder as if to comfort him and reached out to her fingers even though they were fully armoured and cold. The only thing calming him down was her proximity. “I feel like this-”

“It’s not your fault, lord,” she cut him off before he could even say it. “Nothing that you did has brought this upon you. You are not responsible for the actions of others. The curse on you is not real.” She had always said that to him. Erza did not believe that there was something wrong with him. Erza wasn’t worried he’d turn into some terrible monster down the line. “In fact, you just recently made a tough decision to avoid all of this, because you love the people in this kingdom so much.”

Jellal looked up into her face and his heart felt like it was going to burst again. He knew that Erza was hurt by the fact that he had gotten engaged, even if it was for money only, yet she never openly talked about it. She had just grown more distant in the last months, no matter how often he had ensured her that the wedding was just for appearances, that his fiance had as little inclination to love him as he had to love her. Still, Erza had moved out of his grasp and moments with the two of them alone like this had become rare.

“I understand the war, more or less,” Jellal said and fixated on her brown eyes. “I just don’t know why you have to go with them. Shouldn’t you stay here with me - I mean, to defend me?”

He knew he was being selfish, that thinking of Erza above all the other knights in his army was not what a commander in chief should do. But he had immediately felt worried when she had announced to be leaving, to be going to war, somewhere where he could not talk to her, see her or protect her. He could not shake this feeling that his prophecy meant that she’d never come back.

Erza chuckled a little: “You made me head of your army, lord.”

“Yes, to protect me,” Jellal shot back. “To always be by my side.”

She blushed a little and averted her gaze. “We aren’t children anymore, my lord.” The smile on her face turned thin. “I am no longer fit to stay by your side, we both know it.”

Jellal grinded his teeth together and then stuck the finger back between his teeth to eat the skin there. Erza was the daughter of the dragon tamer that had for many years lived in the castle and served Jellal's father. Eventually, shortly after Erza’s birth, her mother had disappeared and with her the dragons of this kingdom. Raised as an orphan on castle grounds she had no standing, no real family or last name and had only been trained as a knight because of her excellent connections to the prince.

She was not a suitable marriage candidate for Jellal, she had always known this. He had always known this- still, the hope had always been there.

“There is nobody else I would want to be by-” Jellal began but Erza shushed him.

“We can’t play pretend anymore, my lord. You are the future king and I will always be your loyal servant,” she said so matter-of-factly that his mouth hung open without an idea of what to retort. “I enjoyed those years of dreaming. The what-if scenarios. But it is not to be and it never will be.”

She had said something very similar when he had announced that he was going to be officially engaged that this meant their childhood together had officially ended. One would think someone as high standing as Jellal had power of his life, but it seemed like the closer he was getting to the throne, the less agency he had. The carefree days of their youth seemed so far away that it almost seemed like he had dreamed them.

As if she once again read his mind, Erza drew closer to him, her thumb brushing over the fabric on his shoulder. “You can do this,” she whispered, her nose almost touching his cheek. “You have your strengths in leading and I have my strengths in fighting - remember how that was when we played dragon-killer?”

Jellal turned red, not only because this brought back the memory of him tying a bedsheet around his shoulders like a cape and ordering Erza around, but also because her closeness made him uneasy.

“I have always relied on you more than necessary,” he said.

“And now you will rely on me once again,” Erza replied. He wanted to retort that he could better rely on her if she wasn’t leaving, but she completely deflated his fighting spirit by leaning forward and leaving a light kiss on his cheek, right on his cursed mark.

Erza didn’t wait for him to find his speech again instead she straightened out her back and walked back to the door, not, however, before squeezing his shoulder one last time.

He found his composure again before she could open the doors. “Come back,” he said so loud that his voice was echoing off the marble walls. “Make sure you come back to me.” He got up out of his chair. “That’s an order.”

When she turned around his heart stopped for a moment. The way she was smiling, the light in her red hair, the blush on her cheeks - it took his breath away. Erza fully turned back to him, pulling both her legs together and then bowing her head.

“Yes, my lord.”

#jerza #jerza week #fic tag #jellal x erza #jellal fernandes #erza scarlet #there arent even fairies in this show!#I FINISHED ONE OF THESE PROMPTS IM SO PROUD #the power of jerza day approaching LOL

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sylhea-raemi · 1 year

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frey being in lune because ulysses suggested him to go there, lapis and nero sent to lune by shatoma's order, and makia who wants to study magic in lune....

#my point is the four of them are in lune because of the involvement of the great magicians #makia although was there because she chose to be there and her parents sending her there— she counts because she's the scarlet witch #gt9 is a group formed by one of the great magicians...#so even though those three have NOTHING to do with the 10 great magicians whatsoever they are still involved bc of their relations with #some of them. the same goes for airi who was friends with scarlet and black's second lives and the one kanon chose as the savior #this chapter is so important you don't understand and the fact that it's the first chapter in volume 5 says so much #nero being revealed as a prince and the last gt9 member whose secret revealed is the beggining of a LOT of things to come #also not to mention that this whole twilight invasion was done at the same time the top student's name (def nero) was gonna be announced #and the fact that the twilight mages *saw* nero's eyes and recognized him as a prince will definitely make them more alerted since now #there is a possibility that hermedes will be taken back by a legitimate member of its royal family #also the fact that out of everyon in gt9 only nero knew about a war breaking out in the future bc of kanon and the fact that he's the only #non-reincarnated person to possibly know of shatoma kanon and eska (and the green priestess) past lives as one of the great magicians #and he might possibly know about ulysses as well because of his connection to eska and the green priestess #so anyway nero holds a lot of valuable information in him #sylhea talks maydare

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paragonofvirtue · 1 month

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#cinders that fall elsewhere #ooc

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slightly-smarter-nat · 2 years

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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.

———-

“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.

——

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.

————-

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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